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Harrison's POV

The next morning found him sipping coffee in the drawing-room. He was avoiding James currently. His supposed older brother was looking to start a fight. As it was Harrison wasnt interested.

He sipped on his coffee that the house selves brought him. It was bitter against his tongue but the warmth reminded him that he was alive. Warmth chased away the cold from his memories.

Severus was in the library having given up on sleep hours ago. Neither of them slept very much due to their experiences. Whenever they did sleep it was plagued with nightmares. Unlike being on their plains they had to use magic to create a fire to stare at. When they were on the plains there was a small fire going to keep them warm. Or as warm as they could get in the cold Welsh plains.

Harrison suspected they would never be able to fully get warm again. It could be compared to those who spent time in Azkaban. There were times that they forgot that they were free. Staring at a large fire helped sometimes. Other times all they could do was wait it out.

The door across from him opened allowing Charlus to enter. For a moment hazel and green clashed against each other. Then the man went to sit in the chair across from him. Like Harrison, he carried a cup of coffee.

For a long moment, both of them focused on their own drinks. The peaceful atmosphere could not last. Harrison had a promise to fill after all.

Charlus inquired carefully, "Are you ready to talk? We can wait until later today."

Harrison shook his head as he replied, "No let's get this over with."

Where to begin? There were so many different jump points. Some were better than others. The Welsh plains were probably the worst. Or when they were forced into the wars. So many of his scars came from that year they were drafted into battle.

Maybe it would be best, to begin with, the good times. When Harrison and Severus studied under the Founders. It was their only happiness.

Harrison began tiredly, "I guess the best placed to start is at the beginning. Severus and I got very lucky in our first jump. Unfortunately, that luck would not hold."

Harrison explained the basics of the training that they went through. Dueling had been at the top of the list along with animagus training.

Severus was a large black panther in his animagus form. On the other hand, Harrison was a black jackal. It had taken some time and a lot of mishaps but they mastered the form.

As they began discussing their studies Harrison came to realize that most of his skills were on par with a sixth year. It wasn't that surprising learning from the best put them ahead of the curve.

His father asked after he went silent, "How long were you there?"

Harrison shook his head as he replied, "Off and on. Never for long enough to completely get settled. Always to just put on a little weight before being forced off to another time."

The next question caught him completely off guard, "Who is Eathon?"

Harrison froze. His body screamed at him to run. Flashes of steel clashing went before his eyes. Blood erupting from a wound that was meant to be his.

"How do you know that name?" He questioned with a snarl forming on his lips.

Charlus answered holding up his hands in surrender, "Your nightmares last night. I was walking by your rooms and heard the name Eathon. I have to admit I am slightly curious."

Harrison stood as he snarled, "Eathon has long been dead and you will do well never to mention him again."

With that, he stormed out of the sitting room. What he did not notice was how in his anger all the glass had shattered. Nor did his father comment on it later.

It was a week after his trip to Gringotts that they returned to Hogwarts. They returned via floo and with a quick nod to the Headmaster returned to their dorms. New clothes were in their brand new trunks. They were made of the finest quality. Charlus seemed to be trying to compensate for their lack of proper upbringing.

After their disastrous attempts at bridging the gap between them, Harrison spent most of his time in his room. It didn't help that anytime he did come out of his rooms he was taunted by James. It took all of his self-control not to curse the older boy with curses that no longer had a counter. Severus would come and bring him books to read. Out of everyone in the manor, he knew what was going on in the boy's mind. They had spent too long together not to understand each other.

The Slytherin Common Room was full when they entered. Both of the war-worn teenagers gripped their wands preparing to defend themselves. Only for the elder Lestrange brother to give a short bow to Harrison.

The boy said his brown eyes on Harrison, "Welcome back Slytherin King."

There were short murmurs of the same from the rest of the house. They were taking it a lot more seriously than he thought they would. For the longest time, they thought him to be a mudblood. Something worse than the scum on the bottom of their shoes. Now they were greeting him as their King. Something smelled.

Seeing his look of disbelief Benjamin Nott said, "You dueled Lucius Malfoy and won with ease. There are students who have graduated that would have trouble with that. You have one month before anyone can challenge you again. Until that time you are our king. We are bound by our own etiquette."

Harrison said raising his chin, "I don't care what you think about me but you will follow my rules. They are simple but if you break them I will curse you so badly that not even Professor Slytherin can fix you. Rule one the house stands together outside of the common room. Keep your squabbles here. Rule two don't bully we get enough crap as it is. If you do you better use a strong disillusionment charm and ask for someone to wipe your wand. Rule three do not use the word mudblood. I have already warned you what will happen if you disobey me. Any questions?"

There were mumbles of dissent from them. No one however stepped forward to challenge him. Good. If he was going to be King then they would follow his rules.