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Harrison's POV

The cold air made him shiver as he waited for the healer. He was in his black boxers and a white undershirt. The healer was talking with Charlus just outside the door.

The healer had sworn the oath in front of him and Severus just moments prior. Severus was the first to get checked out. Harrison didnt know the results of it but his brother in all but blood had left pale. They knew their results wouldn't be good. Too many scars and malnutrition for it to be.

The moment Charlus had seen his scars his hazel eyes had grown cold. It made shivers run down his spine in fear. A feeling he had not felt in years. Fear was something he learned to suppress. Fearing something never did any good. Being afraid in itself wasnt a weakness according to Gordric. It was what was done with the fear that made you who you are.

Harrison did what he always had done. He faced the man who sired him with a raised chin. It wasnt necessary for Charlus had left the room to talk to his healer.

He guessed that he should be thankful that his injuries for healed for the most part. There were still some deep-rooted pains. A few cracked ribs were still painful. His wrist was sprained but it wasnt broken.

These things didnt hamper his magical ability. It wasnt his wand arm and ribs would heal on their own.

Harrison blinked when the door opened revealing a dirty blond-haired man with light blue eyes. This was the healer that Charlus hired and swore an oath. His name was Malcolm Greengrass. His son was a Slytherin in his year.

Malcolm greeted, "Good morning, Mr. Evans. I am Malcolm Greengrass healer for several of the Light and Neutral families."

For the moment he was allowed to keep Evans as his last name. That wouldn't last long, however.

Harrison raised his chin in silent acknowledgment. He waited for the man to finish. From personal experience, he knew healers hated being interrupted. Just like with the goblins. Show them respect and don't interrupt them. Do that and they would do the same.

Malcolm continued his blue eyes taking in the scars, "There are two ways we can go about this. I have a ritual that requires a little blood. It only takes 15 minutes but many Light families don't use it because it's a dark ritual. The light ritual doesn't require blood but it takes 2 hours to complete."

Harrison queried, "Besides the use of blood and runes does it require anything else?"

"No, Mr. Evans," answered the man. He waited to see what Harrison's decision would be.

After a moment he said, "Dark, please. It's a more in-depth ritual if I'm thinking of the same one. I know that dark doesn't mean evil unlike so many of my fellow year mates."

He would never have survived the time jumps if he did. All the different times in history meant he was always relearning what was normal. At one point he had even seen a time when wizards and muggles lived amongst each other. It was one of the few peaceful times.

Unlike what most wizards and witches were taught there was a time when they got along with muggles. A time when peace had reigned between the two types of humans.

Harrison wasnt sure what exactly had broken that peace. No one knew beyond speculation. Speculation only went so far. If there was one time he would actually want to step into it would be that one. He wanted to understand how peace had been broken so thoroughly.

A gentle hand on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts. Looking up he found Greengrass watching him intently. The man must have said something and he missed it. He didnt usually zone out like this. Gordric would have his head if the Founder heard. Being vigilant was what kept him alive for so long.

Greengrass said, "Alright lad. Lay down, Mr. Evans and I will get started."

Harrison laid down and Malcolm got to work. The first thing the man did was cut Harrison's right index finger with a silver healer knife. Only certain healers were allowed to carry them. Internally he was pleased that his healer was one.

A moment later the healer began tracing runes onto his skin. He recognized them to be runes of diagnosis and health. Gentle magic surrounded him and test his body.

As promised fifteen minutes later the magic retreated and he was allowed to sit up. A quick mutter later and the blood vanished from his skin without a trace.

Malcolm had a deep frown on his face as he reviewed the parchment. No doubt it showed his scars, broken bones, and the illnesses he had in the past. It had been a miracle that the different times didnt kill him.

Malcolm left for a moment without a word. This gave Harrison the chance to pull his shirt back on. Just in time for Charlus to come in with Malcolm right behind.

Malcolm began after a moment, "Now that Lord Potter is here we can go over the result. To say I was surprised by them would be an understatement. I can see why you made me swear that oath for you and your friend. You're an Old One am I correct?"

Harrison growled, "I hate that term. It puts me in with a group I have never met. The first time I heard of it was when I met Salazar's portrait. How do you know that term?"

"I look after the Old Ones in this time period. They have specific healers for every time period that they visit. Just in case they are injured."

That sort of made sense. From what Salazar said old ones didnt really age like other beings. Harrison would continue to for a while but around his mid twenties, it was slow to a near standstill.

According to Salazar, he knew Merriman by his original name. Though the old snake refused to tell what said the name was. All he would say was that it was a name known by muggle and wizard alike.

Malcolm said suddenly drawing his attention, "Your health is surprisingly good for never having any of the wizarding vaccines. You've had the basic muggle ones."

That he knew. Growing up in the muggle world allowed him to survive the time jumps. Vaccines for diseases that were nonexistent now but prevalent then.

Then the man continued a shiver ran down his spine, "What is worrying, however, is all the broken bones you have. You've fractured your right arm four times? The last two times it hasn't healed correctly? All of your ribs have broken at least twice. This doesn't even count the burns and scars you have littered around your body."

His and Severus last step through time was not an easy one. The last two times he broke his arm were during this time. They couldn't make potions and rarely had time to let wounds heal.

How much did Charlus know of the powers that lay within his body? Malcolm had hinted at the ability to move through time. For the others, it was an ability they could control. Harrison still had no control over it. The only ability he had even partial control over was the ability to make fire.

He didn't trust either man with any information. Letting them heal the damage was one thing. Letting them know secrets was a completely other, however.