A/N thanks for your reviews and support.

DarkRavie: thanks for your review my friend.

WhiteElfElder: thanks for your review my friend. He was never James's son in this fic. It wouldn't have worked. The child had to be the seventh of a seventh. 3rd living child as in the third of the set of triplets. A seventh son of a seventh son.

Charlus's POV

He didn't understand why he was being called to Gringotts by Albus. The elder wizard did keep updated on his son's progress but that was Hogwarts business. He didn't have time to play games with old man.

As he and Dorea who insisted on coming were making his way to one of the tellers the entire bank began to shake. It was with such force that goblins and wizards alike had to grab steady items.

When the shaking stopped a minute later a less Lord questioned, "What the bloody hell was that?"

One of the goblins said with a vicious look, "That one sure has power flowing in those viens."

Before he could move another inch Albus appeared at his shoulder. The older wizard said pulling him to the side, "Charlus I must speak to you before you speak to the goblins."

He and Dorea exchanged looks but allowed themselves to go to the side. Albus said looking older than they had ever seen him, "I believe they may have found one of your boys."

Dorea gasped her eyes brimming with tears. It was only years of politics that kept Charlus from reacting the same way.

There had been a few leads here and there over the years. Nothing had been concrete. So much time had passed he thought he would never see his two younger children again. If one was alive surely the other was too. Maybe they were together where they found this one.

His hopes were dashed at the mournful look. Charlus asked fearful for the unknown child, "Albus what is it?"

Albus replied, "His name is Harrison Evans. At least that is what we have called him since he got his Hogwarts letter. He is in Slytherin and the same year as James. I'm afraid James wasn't exactly kind to him or his friend."

Evans? Why did that name sound so familiar?

Then it clicked and he inquired, "One of the Slytherin boys that disappeared on Samiah three years ago? Why didn't you bring suspicion to us when he first came to the school? Why wait three years?"

Suspicion was rising in his gut. Albus had known about Harrison for a whole month before he disappeared. So why wait?

Any excuses the old man would have given were cut off by an approaching goblin. Sharptooth if he remembered correctly ordered, "Lord and Lady Potter follow me. Chief Ragnorak wants to speak with you both now. Dumbledore you will not follow unless you want to be forcefully removed from the bank."

It seemed the old man had lost any favor he may of had with the goblins. Charlus had to wonder how.

When they were out of earshot of the man Sharptooth said his eyes showing the seriousness of his words, "You both are respected patrons here and have fought for our rights. Our King gave you the title Goblin friend. I warn you now however, all that will be null and void if you hurt this boy or his friends. Both are considered Brothers in arms to us goblins."

Neither Potter could stop their jaws from hitting the floor. Brothers in arms was a very rare title very rarely given out to anyone. The last one had been over 300 years ago. How had a 14 almost 15 year old boy become a brother in arms?

They came to a familiar door and Sharptooth knocked. A curt order came clearly, "Enter."

When they walked in Charlus couldn't help but freeze. Two boys stood next to Merriman Lyon. One had greasy hair of a potion master. Almost immediately Charlus recognized him as Eileen's boy.

It was the second boy that made him freeze. A familiar mop of hair that was darker than night. It was the color from the Black family but the messiness was all Potter.

Piercing green eyes met his anger clear in them. Those were almost the exact color of Charlus's mother. There was no doubt that this boy was his lost son.

Ragnorak greeted, "Lord Potter welcome. Evans this is Lord Charlus Potter and his wife Dorea Potter nee Black. Lord Potter this is Harrison Evans also known as Harrison Potter, one of your missing children."

The boy glared at him mistrustful and anger simmering just below the surface. Then the words seemed to sink in and he questioned the goblin, "One?"

Charlus snapped out of his reverie at the question. He replied his tone booking no arguement as he approached the desk, "This is not the place for a family history lesson. May I see the parchment, Chief Ragnorak?"

The goblin handed it over with a sharp look at the boy. After reading through it he said, "I would like to set up a vault for him and have a complete abilities test done. Any bloodline abilities will appear now that his magic is beginning to settle."

There was a snort from the Prince heir. At his sharp look the boy explained, "Harrison's magic hasn't settled at all. It's still as volatile as the day I first met him. Not from lack of trying but from the sheer amount he has. You felt the bank shake earlier," he nodded, "His anger got the best of him."

"He is going to need extra classes," Lyon spoke for the first time since Charlus arrived, "Both control his magic and his abilities as an Old One."

Harrison snarled, "Fuck you, Lyon. I have done well enough on my own. And I don't need you."

Charlus could see anger in the boy's eyes but under the anger was fear. It was laced into his magic but only one looking for it could tell.

The room began to shake again with his anger. The boy had a lot of magic to be able to do this twice.

The Prince heir laid a hand on the boy's shoulder and said, "Harrison calm down. Your magic is going to bring the roof down upon us."

Green eyes turned back to the dark eyes of the Prince heir. Charlus could feel his youngest son's panic as he tried to wrangle his magic in. Something that he was failing to do and someone had to lock down his magic before Harrison hurt someone.

Charlus moved forward very much aware of the suspicion in the green eyes. It hurt when his son flinched as he reached for the boy. For the moment he ignored it.

His hands enclosed around the boys wrists locking in the power. Their magics clashed against each other. What was once a trembling room was now full on quaking. His son had immense power.

Charlus who had more magical power due to being a seventh son was nearly overwhelmed. Not all of the magic was untamed. Just most of it.

Several minutes of fighting with the boy's magic and it finally calmed down. The room stopped in quaking and his son collapsed into his arms. It would seem that the abilities test would have to wait.