A/N Thanks for your reviews and support.

WhiteElfElder: thanks for your review, my friend. In a way they are similar. But seeker magic does not fracture the soul. It will damage the body if used incorrectly.

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Yaxley's POV

Malcolm healed Harrison after skillfully rendering him unconscious. Almost every bone that had been broken before needed to be rebroken, set, then healed. Some needed skelegrow to finish healing. It would hopefully put his ward out for the rest of the day. Magical healing took a lot out of the body.

Once what could be fixed was fixed Malcolm began writing out prescriptions for different potions. As he was doing he paused then as an afterthought returned to the parchment. When he read it over he cursed colorfully under his breath.

Malcolm said when Corbin raised an eyebrow, "I'll need to give him all of his shots as well. One of which needs your permission as his guardian."

There was only one shot that required permission. Dragon pox it burned like hellfire when it was administered but was better than the alternative. If someone got Dragon Pox past the age of five or six it was practically a death sentence. Those who did get it young would forever be squibs.

Dragon Pox was a flu-like disease that ate at a wizard's magic. The more someone had the more painful the process was. It would go on for years making the person beg for death long before it came. Abraxas Malfoy suffered the disease for three years before it took him. The elder Malfoy lived just long enough to see his grandson be born before he died. He could not bear to watch anyone go through that again.

"I give you permission to give him the Dragon Pox vaccine," he said confidently.

With that, his ward was given his vaccines. They were several and he winced in sympathy. Usually, they would only give the vaccines when a child was young. They would be spread out to prevent the child from being weakened by the vaccines.

Once that was finished he took his ward to his room. Malcolm left with a small smile watching Corbin take Harrison up to his own rooms. The healer was an old friend who was trusted to find his own way out.

Once Harrison was settled onto his bed Corbin went back. Parchment that held the prescription for his ward was waiting for him. There were several vitamin, nutritional, and bone-strengthening potions. A schedule was on a separate piece of parchment. It would be an extensive schedule for him but in the end, his ward would be stronger for it.

Harrison's POV

When he came to his body felt like it was on fire. A strangled scream tore through him. It was worse than when his center broke. What was this?

A cool hand touched his forehead causing Harrison to lean into it. A soft masculine voice swore colorfully.

It soothed gently, "Easy Harrison. You're burning up from the potions in your system. Drink this it's a fever reducer."

Who... who was this? Harrison did as he was asked wincing at the taste that hit his tongue. Still, he swallowed down the potion. Almost instantly he felt the fire raging under his skin abate slightly.

When he opened his eyes he winced at the bright lights of what he had to guess was his room. It wasnt his room back at Foundation Headquarters or the Dursley's. So where... oh he was at Yaxley manor. That meant the blond-haired man above him was Lord Yaxley.

Sluggishly the memories of the previous day returned. This must be a reaction to the potions that he was given. Great. He hated feeling useless and this was the epitome of that.

Yaxley said gently, "Come on. I have a house-elf running a cold bath for you. I'll help you over to the bathroom then you can change."

As promised that's exactly what the man did. He left Harrison in the bathroom to change. The water was cold but it felt amazing on his heated skin.

Fresh clothes that were not his own were outside the door waiting for him. For once he did not care about sharing clothes as his own were soaked with sweat. By his bed was Yaxley was casting spells on the bed. Cooling charms if he had to guess.

Yaxley said with a sigh, "There. Those cooling charms should help with your fever. Do you want me to stay?"

Harrison gave him guardian a scathing look. No one was allowed to watch him sleep. Guardian or not. The man held up his hands in surrender before moving towards the door.

It took three days of his system battling the potions that his fever finally broke. Then it was another two before he was allowed to move about the manor.

During that time Harrison had gone through his Huntik files. Finishing his reports only took up the first half of the first day out of the fever. From there he was looking at potential missions. He needed a mission that could either save him or end him. Either would work at this point. He had pretty much given up but there was a small amount of hope trying to blossom in his chest. Stupid Metz and Yaxley giving him hope that didnt belong with him.

One mission stuck out to him. It was posted several years prior to the seeker net. Hundreds of seekers had taken it on but to date, no one ever returned. The mission was the hunt for the Demon Blade Murasame.

As a rule of thumb, seekers tended to not deal in demons. They were more dangerous than Titans. If not careful a seeker could die more easily than in a regular mission.

The legend that went with the demon was interesting, to say the least. Murasame was an untouchable demon blade. It is the existence that contains life. It loves and hates humans. It lives to change someone. It grants promises to those it loves. And brings destruction to those it hates.

According to the legend, Lady Fuse was the one who sealed away Murasame the first time. Binding him to this realm and to the form of a sword and bird. She later fought against Tamazusa. Alone she was losing and the world was threatened to fall into eternal darkness. Eight warriors came to her aid each holding a unique and special trait. After winning against Tamazusa she stabbed herself and made a promise to resurrect and grant the wishes of the incarnations of her eight fallen warriors. Eight gems then appeared in the afterlife and are each beared by the eight reincarnations of the dog warriors of legend. Duty, devotion, faith, brotherhood, loyalty, wisdom, etiquette, and benevolence. It was said that no matter whether it's in this time or in the past devotion and duty would forever be bound together.

He had to wonder if the legend was true. As long as he could remember he had a gem with the inscription of Devotion on it. It was blood red and no matter where he went he took it with him. If he remembered correctly Metz had one as well. For the life of him, he could not remember what the inscription said on it. Not that it mattered right now.

With a sigh, he accepted the mission. He would have to arrange a portkey to take him to the last known coordinates of the missing seekers. Maybe he would bring solace to those left behind. Or he might not come back at all. Either was fine with him.