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Harrison's POV

Answering questions that MACUSA had was difficult. Not only could he not give information on who he was or where he was from. He couldn't reveal how he made it through their wards.

This made Picquery extremely suspicious of him. Not that she wasnt beforehand. Apparently, he had blasted the Dark Lord with his aura. For the young man, it wasnt the first time he had done such a thing.

Newt barely left his side the entire time. It was as if he didn't trust MACUSA.

On the third day in the infirmary, he was allowed into the man's case. The moon calves were the first to greet him. They were the last to let him leave when he had to.

Newt allowed him to feed each of the creatures. His lighter green eyes ever watchful over the young King.

As Harrison had predicted his auras had faded. They were not completely gone, however. He could feel them flowing beneath his skin. There but faded. No longer a fire that threatened to burst free.

Both of his clansman marks no longer marred his skin. As the fire had faded so did his clansman marks. The only thing that remained was his scars and his scent seeker mark. That mark he had the feeling would never fade.

That morning he had been officially let out of the infirmary. Though the aurors were still watching him closely. The one they called Abernathy most of all. Every time he turned around the man with two faces it seemed was there.

As an outsider, they would never believe him if he tried to speak out. His inner wolf's hackles were constantly raised around the man.

Harrison was allowed to wander through the halls of Woolworth but not outside. He was thankful that the full moon had just passed before his arrival. A month separated him from the next time he would have to run under the moonlight. Otherwise the trouble he could get into compounded. With any luck by the next full moon, he would be gone. It would be far away from this building.

A week after his release from the infirmary he found dejected aurors at their desks. He had heard of the search for Percival Graves. It seemed that the Director of Magical Security had disappeared. At the same time, Grindelwald had taken his place. No one could find him.

Newt Scammander was standing by Tina Goldstein's desk. From what he heard she had a turmoils career. She had been demoted from auror to wand permits and only with the capture of Grindelwald was she promoted back.

Like Newt he had met her fifty years in the future at their grandson Rolf's wedding with Luna. Both were honest fighters and had served the Light against Grindelwald.

Newt sighed looking down at the Niffler in his hands and drawing Harrison's attention, "Horace doesn't have a strong enough sense of smell to find him I'm afraid, Tina. They are excellent finders of metal. People I'm afraid are entirely different. Short of him being covered in precious metals, we need another tactic. Nancy could find him but I don't Madame President would allow me to let her loose her in order to track."

So they were trying to track the missing director. As the leader of the scent seeker, he could track. Whether it was wizard, muggle, clansman, or king his nose could track them all. The only thing he would need is the scent.

The only downside was that he would need a piece of clothing not worn by the imposter. Otherwise, the scent would be compromised. They would simply end up down in the holding cells.

It wasnt as if he would be revealing a big secret either. They knew that he was a scent seeker. That he could transform into a wolf.

"Does anyone have something of his that was tampered with by Grindlewald?" He queried startling the aurors and the magizoologist.

They all turned to face him looks of incredulity on their faces. He continued ignoring the looks, "Scent seekers can track much like a bloodhound. I don't need the full moon to transform either. So if you have something I might be your best shot at finding him."

"Do you really think you can find him where other's have failed Mr. Evans?" Came Piquery's question from behind him.

"Wizard magic cannot hide scents from scent seekers," he informed her without turning, "Short of the Fidelius charm I will be able to find him."

Picquery came around so that she stood in front of him. The aurors had various looks of skepticism and cautious hope.

All except for one. The one who was not Abernathy but bore his face. That man had a mask of skepticism and hope but it wasnt true.

No, this man was wary of the scent seeker. It was as if he expected Harrison to attack him. If this was right after the Wizarding War he would have. In the end, it wasnt and he didn't want to get involved in the wizard's affairs.

All he wanted was to be let out and try to find a way home. He had to find out if Reisi survived the war. Or if he was alone in the world again.

If he couldn't find a way to return he would become a recluse. Changing the timeline would do nothing for him. There was no telling the impact it might have on those he cared about back home. Better to be a recluse than to accidentally kill one he cared for.

Picquery ordered drawing him from his thoughts, "Bring me Graves's pocket watch. Grindelwald never wore it so the scent should be untainted."

Harrison shrugged his borrowed robes off. He stood on a plain black t-shirt and trousers. They were originally Newt's shrunk to fit him better.

All eyes were on him as he focused on his inner wolf. The world around him began to change. The colors grew brighter and more noticeable. Scents sharpened to the point where he could smell each of the aurors. Their fear spiked as he turned from human to wolf.

Fur sprouted from his body. Arms became elongated. His hands and fingers became paws. Claws and fangs were as sharp as ever.

Newt Scammander had already pulled out his notebook. The redhead was jotting down notes on his appearance and size.

An auror, Fontaine if he remembered correctly returned with a silver pocket watch. It shined beautifully and was well taken care of.

Upon seeing the giant all black wolf the man froze. His eyes went straight to Picquery who nodded. The walked up to Harrison who sat back.

Once the man stood in front of him Harrison scented the pocket watch. The scents of coffee and pine came off of it.

Stepping away from the auror he scented the air trying to find if it was nearby. Or a way to track it.

To his surprise, a strong source of the scent was nearby. It was not in the direction of the cells either. Instead, it was towards the offices.

The aurors were right behind him as he pushed open an office door. The scent was coming from the desk. He went around to it and found that the drawer was locked with powerful magic.

Picquery took several moments to dismantle the wards and pull it open. He stuck his giant wolf head into the drawer sniffing around until he pulled out. Carefully in his fangs was a plastic container.

With a gentleness that did not belong to a wolf, he placed it at her feet. Then he transformed back. The scent was strongest from that container. Alive or dead Graves was in there.