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Harrison's POV

He listened intently as Charlus described the history of the Potter family. Originally his family had been neutral in the conflicts between the Light and Dark. They would rather watch than fight. To protect their family.

It wasn't until a Potter Lord made friends with Merriman Lyon that things changed. The family became more Light inclined. As such the Dark retaliated with a curse.

The curse made it difficult for the Potter's to have children. Those that did have children lost four or five before finally being able to have one that lived. Which was how Charlus came to be a seventh son.

The curse affected him and Dorea just as it had previous generations. It was to their surprise that eventually, they had triplets. Both of them were astounded and filled with happiness. Maybe the curse was finally broken.

Only it was not meant to be. Three weeks later two of the children were stolen. Eventually presumed dead. Leaving the parents heartbroken.

Charlus in his anger had cut off all ties with Merriman Lyon. If it wasn't for their ties to the man he still would have his children.

It was because of this loss that James had become spoiled. He wanted the boy to have everything. Just to keep the child happy. Even if he should have been punished for things he never was. Charlus didn't have the heart for it.

Harrison listened with forced patience. A patience taught to him by Salazar.

This explained a lot of things but still left many questions. How did he end up at the orphanage? Did the Dark mistake him for the sixth instead of the seventh that he was? Where was his brother?

Finally, Charlus say back looking mentally spent from the retelling. Harrison could understand the exhaustion. If he had to retell the last few years all at once he would be exhausted as well.

To this day Charlus had not forgiven Merriman. He kept the older man at arms length. What was once a powerful friendship between the family and the old one was now just a memory.

Harrison sighed, "I think I understand now. That does not mean I trust you though. The only ones I trust right now are Severus and the goblins."

There was a brief flash of hurt in his sire's eyes. He dared not even think father. He didn't even know the man.

Charlus eventually said, "Then we will work on that together. Small steps. Hopefully one day you will accept me. Until then I will be here for you in any way that I can. First, let's have dinner."

Harrison gave a curt nod. It was still the same day that he had gone to the bank.

Charlus led him down a series of hallways. Eventually, the came to simple oak doors. The man pushed them open into a dining room.

Harrison's eyes found Severus sitting next to Dorea first. His friend was speaking to her in quiet tones. If he had to guess it was about potions. There was too much excitement in Severus's eyes for it to be anything else.

His green eyes hardened at the sight of the person across from them. James Potter says there glaring at Severus while picking at his food. They may be blood-related but they weren't brothers. Not in the sense that he had Severus were.

Charlus said drawing everyone's attention, "Dorea, James, look who's awake."

Dorea was on her feet immediately tears in her grey eyes. Immediately she wrapped him in a bone-crushing hug. He struggled to breathe in her embrace.

It wasn't something that he was used to. The most affection he had received were pats on the back or head. Very little of which he had received since Eathon died.

Eathon... the pain of the man's passing had nearly killed him. No, it wasn't a passing. It was murder. Harrison's heart had hardened ever since.

Dorea whispered pain clear in her voice, "My baby boy. I never thought I would see you again."

Charlus coughed, "Dorea dear," she looked up at her husband without releasing the boy, "He needs to breathe."

Harrison was released and immediately he put space between them. Wariness crept into his bones. This woman was strong even without using magic.

Dorea apologized, "I'm sorry."

Harrison coughed but didn't say anything. Instead, he took a seat beside Severus. Charlus took a seat at the head of the table. Dorea went back to her seat.

Food appeared before them. It was more than he could eat in a month. Carefully he filled his plate with small amounts of everything. Beside him, Severus did the same.

James quipped spitefully, "Is the food not to your liking? Slytherins always think themselves above everyone else."

Severus looked as if he was going to snap something back but Harrison beat him to it, "If you weren't such a spoiled brat you would realize Severus and I are underweight. Every part of our bodies is filled with lean muscle and very little muscle if any. Where we were before didn't have someone waiting on us at every turn. Every day was a fight for our lives. So if don't you dare look down upon us!"

Severus's hand touched his shoulder in a calming way. If he kept going then he might reveal more than he meant to.

Charlus asked carefully with a glare sent to James to stop his retort, "Have either of you been seen by a healer?"

Both boys shook their heads and the two eldest Potter's exchanged a look. Harrison had a feeling that he wasn't going to like what was said next.

The man continued, "I will have our personal healer come check you both over. He will be able to tell us if you need to be on a potion regiment or not."

It seemed he was right. They were going to have a healer look at the two boys.

Both Harrison and Severus were careful about who they let see them. A binding oath of secrecy had to be made every time. There were so many scars that littered their bodies that it would raise questions.

Then there was the in-depth scans that the Potter's would request. Those would show their complete history. From the abuse of their early years to the combat wounds they received traveling through time.

Harrison said coldly, "As long as he agrees to our oath."

Charlus replied calmly, "I can agree to this."