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Charlus's POV

His son was far lighter than he would have expected. It was almost unhealthy light. The boy's ebony locks fell into his as he rested his chin on Charlus's chest.

Looking at his son he could see the Potter genes. There were a lot of the Black genes there. His high cheekbones were from Blacks. The green eyes were all his mother's. The first time he had seen the piercing green it surprised him. When his mother died he never thought he would see the green again.

How had Albus missed this? He was obviously one of the missing children.

A cold feeling went through him. Albus had to have known that Harrison was there. There was a chance that he had a hand in both disappearance.

The Prince heir questioned, "Sir, is he going to be okay? It's been a long time since his magic reacted like that."

Ragnorak frowned, "The last time was right before the last war. When his mentor was killed?"

War? What had these boys been through?

Prince shivered, "We didnt have anyone who could control his magic then. How did you do that?"

Charlus replied as he stood straight Harrison in his arms, "I locked his magic from getting out. There is a reason wizards use wands and why wandless magic is so difficult. It takes an exceptionally powerful wizard to pull it off successfully. I learned from my father."

Now he knew why. Stories of seventh sons of seventh sons were passed down in legends. Sevenths of sevenths had more power than any before them. The Potter line before the curse was strong. They had many powerful heirs and lords. It was why so many sought alliances with them.

Legends told of sevenths of sevenths coming just when the world needed them most. However the true Dark always returned. For whatever reason they had been unable to defeat it.

Prince stated, "I'm coming with you," Charlus opened his mouth but the boy continued, "If he wakes up and I'm not there it will be a disaster."

Charlus nodded. There was no point in arguing with the boy. Dorea led them out. Ragnorak watched but didnt say anything.

Dorea led them passed the guards and into the main area of Gringotts. From the corner of his eye he could see Dumbledore. The old man was watching them. A little too much interest was in his twinkling blue eyes.

Charlus hugged his son's unconscious form closer. Harrison would not be taken from them a second time. Not as long as he still took in breath.

Once outside Dorea gripped young Prince's arm and apparated away. Merriman had followed them out.

The old man said, "I will be by later if you will still allow me in the manor. He needs to learn how to control his magic."

Harrison stirred slightly in his arms but stayed asleep. Charlus said with a frown, "Merriman it is up to him if he chooses you. I don't think he trusts you."

Lyon replied with a sigh, "He doesn't and for good reason. I didn't think he was the one I was after. An orphan boy turning out to be a seventh of a seventh. I regret brushing him off."

Charlus sighed, "I can talk to him later. Merriman I can't promise anything. He's not going to trust me I know that."

Too much had happened. He didnt have anything going for him good or bad.

The older man nodded as he stepped away. With that Charlus apparated to Potter manor.

Harrison's POV

When he came to he was lying on the softest material of his life. He kept his breathing even and light as he assessed his surroundings.

The smell of the room he was in had soft scents. He was definitely laying on silk sheets. They weren't the ones of Slytherin dorms in this time or in the Founder's.

The cloth on his chest was not his dress shirt. That meant someone must have changed him before placing him on the bed.

Opening his eyes he found the world around him blurred. The dark colors were not of the Slytherin common room. Nor was it the lightness of hospital wing.

Carefully he felt to the side of him finding his glasses. That was something he needed fixed. His eyes were a hindrance and a liability. The potion needed was rare and hard to come by.

As soon as his glasses were on his face he spied his wand. The moment it was in his hand it hummed contentedly.

He looked down to find his a black pyjama shirt. The sheets he was laying on where red and gold.

The door across the room from him and his head shot up. Charlus Potter came in through the door.

Harrison growled, "How did I get here? Where am I?"

The Potter Lord held out his hands in a placating manner. If Harrison was still the naive boy from before he would have believed that the man was unarmed. Now he knew better. Wandless magic was difficult but not impossible to master.

Potter said calmly, "Easy there, Harrison. I'm not going to hurt you."

Harrison's green eyes narrowed as he questioned in a low voice, "How do you know my name? Where am I?"

"I was the one who chose your name when you were born. Your mother chose your brothers' but I wanted to choose yours. A seventh of a seventh. Just as my father chose my name."

"Then why did I grow up in an orphanage? If a seventh son is so important why did you give me up?"

It was the only reason he could come up with. Most pureblood only wanted an heir and a spare. The Weasley family was an exception.

Or did they think that he was a squib? From what he learned from Salazar purebloods would kill or abandon children they thought were squibs. Potter's were considered to be different in the public eye but that could just be a public image. No one knew what happened behind closed doors.

Charlus growled low in his throat, "I did not give you up. Three weeks after we brought you home it happened. I was working late and Dorea was home alone with you. James were crying so she took him with her. When I came home I went to check on you and Alexander. When I went into your shared room the two of you were gone. We called the aurors. There wasn't a trace of any magical signatures. We searched for weeks and there was no leads. Eventually the ministry gave up. Your mother always blamed herself. That if only she had taken all three of you. You and Alexander were stolen away. We would have never given you up."

Harrison's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Potter manor was supposed to be one of the most secure places in the world. How had someone stolen him and Alexander?

Three siblings James, Alexander and himself. James he knew had to be the older one. Otherwise the Potter heir ring would not have accepted him.

That left him and Alexander. The blood test showed that he was the seventh. Which meant all the other Potter children died.

What happened to Alexander? Was he dead? If not then where was he? An orphanage like Harrison?

That was if the story that Lord Potter gave him. He asked suspiciously, "Why should I believe you? You could have abandoned me for being a squib. Only now to realize your mistake and try to take me back."

Charlus wand appeared in his hand causing Harrison to jump to his feet. The pants of the pyjamas were too long for him. His shirt thankfully was short sleeve. It wouldn't hinder movements. He moved straight into an open dueling stance.

There wasn't a need for it as Charlus said, "I swear upon my magic that everything I have told Harrison today is the truth as I know it. So I say it, so mote it be."

There was a flash of both of their magics. Then Charlus cast, "Lumos."

A bright ball of magic appeared at the tip. Slowly Harrison lowered his wand and sat on the edge of his bed. Maybe he could hear the Potter Lord out.