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Harrison's POV

Unsurprisingly it was Metz who approved his mission request. If Guggenheim had seen it he would have gotten a message to his holotome to yell at him. If there was one thing that man was good at it was yelling when one of the Foundation members did something stupid.

Going on a mission now was the epitome of stupid. Harrison knew this and he didnt care. It was his last chance and he would go even if it meant he died trying.

Convincing Corbin that it needed was another thing entirely. They spent two days waiting for his portkey arguing. Harrison was persistent and outright told the man that he was leaving with or without saying goodbye.

With those options Corbin reluctantly allowed him to go. The morning of his departure was met with unsure air. Neither he nor Corbin knew what to say or do. They didnt have the chance to really get to know each other. Though Harrison knew that his affairs were in order should he not return. His wishes were written out on parchment in his trunk. An owl was sent to the goblins. He knew they would follow through on his will. For good or for ill they would adhere to his wishes.

The portkey took him to the last reported position of the previous seekers. A site no one would go to for their own safety. The last known seeker had been Eathon Lambert 7 years ago. Eathon had been one of the seekers who trained him. He didnt know him very well as he always seemed to be on the verge of leaving. One of the titans in his arsenal though was a gift from the man.

Jirwolf one for him and one for Eathon. They were known as pack titans who were strongest when together but still strong in their own right. While he rarely used the titan it never left his side. Its amulet usually lay over his shirt when he went on missions. It was a reminder of who he was and what he was fighting for.

The portkey took him to a small town in a rural part of Germany. He spent two days gathering information on the area. What he found out didnt surprise him given what he knew from the Foundation Archives. He missed the Organization by a day and they were headed to an abandoned church in the forest outside of town. No one knew when it had been built or when it was abandoned. Simply they knew it had been there as long as anyone could remember. If was a forbidden place since the disappearances started. Those who went rarely came back and if they did they were changed. Most who returned committed suicide within days.

With supplies, so he could make a trip to and from the church he left. It took him a day and a half to make it to the church. As he anticipated the Organization had beaten them to the punch. They were practically tearing apart the ground of the church. From what he could see there wasnt any of the main part. There were just the suits and out of all the Organization they were the easiest.

Despite the fact that they were the easiest to defeat he could not risk doing battle with them. Without his seeker abilities as a seeker, he would fail in a fight. Hand to hand combat could only go so far.

As he moved closer to the church he caught a flash of golden blond hair. Then there were more flashes of the blond hair. One by one the Organization fell and Harrison couldn't keep up with the movements. Then the movement came right for him. Pain erupted from his chest and he collapsed back onto the ground.

A golden-haired woman stared down at him for a moment as he struggled to breathe. She said coldly, "So one of the eight has finally arrived. Will you live or will you die? The choice is yours. Good luck little dog warrior."

Then as quickly as she came she was gone leaving him with the bodies of the Organization. His entire right side was torn to shreds and there was a long deep cut from his right shoulder to his left hip. from an attack. Around him the bodies of the men from the Organization. It saddened him to see them like that. Harrison didn't like them but he didn't want to see them dead like this. No one deserved to die in such a way.

A shadow came over him making the boy lookup. A platinum blond man stood over him. This person was different from the golden blond that attacked him. For a moment he almost mistook the man for a Malfoy. A pained snort sounded from his chest at the thought. What would a Malfoy be doing there?

They hated him with a passion all through school. While they followed Tom they took any chance they could to attack him.

The man inquired sounding genuinely curious in his hands was a sword, "Do you wish to live?"

Harrison tried to sit up only to collapse back down. The red bead he always carried with him fell from his pocket. The blond's eyes watched it roll with a look of surprise and intrigue.

Harrison coughed painfully as the world turned fuzzy, "I think that's a given. This wound is fatal, however. If it doesn't kill me then my center will soon enough."

His last chance was on a titan that it turned out wasn't even there. So many lives lost for nothing.

The blond replied holding out the sword he held, "Would you be willing to take a demon into your body? To throw away all possibilities of a normal life?"

Harrison didn't reply with words. Instead, he used the last of his waning strength to grasp the hilt and pull. It came free immediately and at first, nothing happened. Then a dark shadow came from the hilt and began to encircle him. A pain like he had not felt before encompassed him. It took all of his willpower not to cry out.

A voice growled, "Who dares try to awaken me?! I'm waiting for Shino to return. He promised that when he came back we would go for barbeque. He will come back. He promised!"

The last two parts were near hysterical as if the titan had a hard time believing it. Harrison's heart that he thought had long since hardened to such things went out to the lonely titan. He knew what it was like to be lonely. Too long for a promise that was most likely long forgotten.

He rasped, "I might not be this Shino person but if you can help me I swear we will go have some barbeque. I don't want to die but you are my final hope. My name is Harrison Potter. What's yours?"

The dark shadow began to twist and turn. He could feel it testing the truthfulness of his promise. Testing his very soul.

It then began to form into a true shape and body. To Harrison's immense surprise it became a bird. More specifically it became a crow. Black eyes met his green and a flare of hope entered the black eyes.

It said, "Shino... it's you. You finally kept your promise," it nuzzled where his neck and shoulder met.

The loneliness fading from its voice as it said, "I missed you, Shino. You were gone for so long. You don't even remember me and you hurt again. I'll make you better then we can go eat."