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Harrison's POV

Over the following weeks, he fell into somewhat of a routine. Breakfast was taken in his quarters and as soon as he finished eating he was to the library. Runes were a complicated subject that made him wish he had taken the subject while at Hogwarts. The Dark Lord didnt have books that would help teach him runes. Instead, they were all advanced runes, sequences, and languages. Trying to make heads or tails of it made his head spin.

Lunch was brought to him by house-elves while he was studying. After eating he would either continue studying or go for a run through the grounds. It had not taken him long to figure out where the edge of wards were. They were powerful and with the runic sequence etched onto his shoulder he couldn't leave. Especially without a wand.

Even with a wand, he wasnt sure he'd be able to survive making his way out of the mountains without getting caught. He knew it would be next to impossible for him to not get caught in his current state.

Dinner was a quiet affair he usually ate in the kitchens. Occasionally he would take it in the library.

So he avoided the Dark Lord. Somehow he was able to fall into a comfortable routine. Despite the comfortableness of it, he was feeling restless. The full moon was approaching and his wolf wanted to run.

Harrison knew if he did not run then his magic tied to the wolf and his aura would spiral out of control. With it, the rest of his magic would as well.

Jittery with energy that he couldn't dispel he forgoes his usual morning in the library. Instead, he was doing laps around the castle trying in vain to burn the energy.

As an hour passed the winds changed direction. He had felt eyes upon his back but chose to ignore them. If it was one of the dark wizards under Grindelwald's command they wouldn't attack him. To do so was to insight the man's wrath. Now that the winds were towards him he understood it was not just any dark wizard. On the air was the scent of the Dark Lord.

What did he want now? Harrison finished his lap before heading towards the man. Grindelwald he noted was frowning at the sight of him. As if he disapproved of the physical exercise. Or possibly he disapproved of routine changing. Not that he cared either way. He just didnt want to be dodging curses like during his capture.

Grindelwald commented drawing him from his thoughts, "You changed your routine. What has you so restless, Harrison?"

His teeth ground at the use of his given name. Grindelwald had no right to be so familiar with him. Though he doubted it would stop the man. It never stopped Voldemort.

Grindelwald frowned as he questioned, "Who is Voldemort? I was not aware of any French Dark Lords."

"Stay out of my mind, Grindelwald," he snarled, "You will not like what you find in there."

The Dark Lord took a step towards him, the calm facade he had been presenting finally dropping. There was the anger he was used to facing. No matter if it was a Dark Lord or a King they were all the same.

Tempers flared and they would lash out against him. It was why he was wary around everyone. Only with Reisi did he allow himself to relax.

Grindelwald's eyes softened in a kind of understanding, "You're being eaten by loneliness. That is why you always have your guard up. You're afraid of getting close only to be hurt."

Harrison growled low in his throat warning the man to back off. His green eyes flashed amber as his wolf tried to make itself known. Whether he could shift or not was irrelevant at this moment. Annoyed as he was he would likely do something stupid. Like, attack a Dark Lord without a wand.

Grindelwald stepped closer causing another growl to escape him as the man continued, "I didnt remember it before but now I do. Wolves are pack creatures. Whether magical, non-magical, or whatever you might be no wolf is meant to run without a pack."

He was not in the right time to have his pack. They were more than fifty years into the future. Trying to make one here and now was a futile effort. As long as the Slate was buried there wouldn't be any Kings or Strains. Without its power he was alone.

Grindelwald stood with touching distance from him now. His mismatched gaze locking with Harrison's venomous green one.

He continued still in the quiet soothing tones, "You do not have to be without a pack. I have allies within the werewolf packs. Wolves also roam these mountains. They've been known to come to the edge of the wards."

"Just meeting others like me wouldn't be enough," he snapped, "Like all who follow the whims of the moon, I feel the need to run as the full moon approaches. I might not be forced to change like the weres but that doesn't mean I won't. Running is within my blood. And you have chained it."

The Dark Lord looked contemplative but Harrison didnt wait for an answer. He started another lap the ever erratic energy growing more so with his lack of movement. Maybe the Dark Lord would take a hint. Either release him or deal with his boundless energy every full moon.