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Harrison's POV

He sat stock-still as Healer Greengrass moved about the room. The healer was his classmate's uncle. Though he seemed to have a far gentler personality than she did.

The first thing he had done was to run a set of basic diagnostic charms. Whatever they had said made the healer curse in a very unprofessional manner. Then he asked Yaxley if he could use a rune based diagnostic. It would be much easier than trying to run charms individually.

Yaxley agreed with Harrison's reluctant acquiescence. The boy was still not 100% sure if he could trust the elder wizard. Still, he allowed the healer to do the rune and diagnostic spells.

Foreign magic washed over him checking every wound and interacting with his core. It felt as if the man's magic was talking to his own.

As the two magic interacted a sheet of parchment was conjured. It began taking down all of his injuries and illnesses. Even Harrison was surprised as it continued to grow longer and longer. Yaxley for his part looked ill at the sight of its length. They hadn't even read about his injuries yet.

When it finally stopped Harrison was allowed to sit up. His magic hummed happily within his veins. It was different from when he interacted with wards. Interacting with wards made his magic restless and wanting to do something. This made it far calmer and less likely to lash out.

Yaxley questioned just loud enough for Harrison to hear, "Is the damage repairable, Malcolm?"

Greengrass seemed to consider the question before he replied, "To be honest he may never have full function back. It's not just the damage the muggles did either. It's his center. Centers are separate from magical cores thankfully otherwise he would be no more than a magical."

Harrison sighed tiredly, "You're worried about my broken center. Don't. There is nothing you can do about it."

Yaxley snapped harshly causing Harrison to flinch, "What do you mean?"

He answered leaning back slightly, "Unlike wizard cores a center is vital to a seeker's life. It's not just how we are able to call upon our magic or someone titans. Centers hold our very life force within them. They are heavily protected by the body. Only three times in history has a seeker broken their center. Each one was during an important fight. Most of the time they died shortly after. It is possible seekers have died immediately after their centers were destroyed but we don't know for sure. As it stands now I'll be dead within a few months. Unless by some miracle I find a way to fix my center."

That was as likely as Harrison finding out that he had living relatives that were not muggles. Impossible in his eyes. Not that he had given up by any means.

The fight with Voldemort at the end of the year had taken its toll. Mentally he was a mess from watching Cedric die. The older boy had truly been a friend to him. He didnt abandon Harrison as Ron and Hermione had.

Physically he was weakened to the point if his center didnt kill him starvation would. Vernon had beaten him within an inch of his life and left him for dead. It was only his ties to the Huntik Foundation that he was alive now.

Not even the Huntik Foundation could save him from his fate. Living during this time would be worse than death itself. His Will would slowly drain out of him as his seeker magic poisoned his body.

Already Izuku had planned to take one of the impossible missions. Nine seekers so far went on the mission and never returned. One of them was a seeker he trained with on multiple occasions. Eathon Lambert's father of Loke Lambert who was now fifteen and just entering the world of seekers.

Loke didn't know what their world was until June. He thought his father was an archeologist. In a way seekers were a form of archeologists. In others, they weren't unless you counted the Indiana Jones movies. Seekers sought to protect history and its secrets. They also sought to form bonds with each other and with titans.

Something he learned was no seeker was no meant to be alone forever. They were a sociable kind of creature that sought out others company even unconsciously. Being alone for too long was bad for their mental state. Even if it was just one other person it could make all the difference.

Glancing at Yaxley he saw that the other was considering his thoughts. This man wasn't bad in terms of company but it was only a few hours ago they met. He was almost completely sure that Yaxley would be tried of him within the month.

On top of their need for socializing they kept odd hours. Harrison had been known for not sleeping three days out of four when researching for a mission. Dante always forced him to sleep after the third day. There were times Harrison would find Dante slumped over a book at two or three in the morning.

When neither of them could sleep from the horrors of what they saw a good book would help. Silently using each other's company to keep the nightmares at bay. Their partnership evolved to the point they rarely had to speak about what was bothering them. Only the worst brought out the need to speak.

Greengrass said drawing him from his thoughts, "There must be something that can be done. Treatment options to at least extend your life expectancy."

Harrison sighed, "Seeker magic doesn't rely on the same things as wizard magic. Healing a center isn't like healing wounds. You can't just create a spell or a potion to fix it. When a center is broken the seeker magic will poison my body. My Will will die out on top of that. Seekers who suffer these kinds of injuries take on an impossible mission and don't come back. We aren't meant to die in a bed. We are meant to die on the field of battle. That is who we are."

Yaxley snapped, "Absolutely not!"

Harrison smiled sadly as he said, "Mr. Yaxley I'm studying to be a Ward Master. Even if you lock down the wards I will find a way around them. My life is my own. I will choose what to do with it."

Even if it means I die.