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Harrison's POV

The robe shop was open and had a welcoming feel to it. Clothes hung on the walls while shirts and pants were on racks. A few patrons startled in surprise when they recognized him as the Boy Who Lived.

There were few things in this world he hated more than that title. No matter where he went it stuck with him. It was what caused him to research spells for disguising himself. A trick he picked up in Nightingale was to make in blood rune based. That would stop anyone like Moody from seeing through the magic. With his wand on the frits though he had been unable to cast any regular charms. Blood magic being illegal in Britain meant he couldn't use the runes in public. That would mean risking Azkaban. Not something he was interested in. Oh well, he would deal with it for now.

A clerk questioned, "Mr. Potter what can we do for you?"

Using his spacial ring he called out parchment that had his and his team's measurements on them. Then he said, "I need a pair of battle robes with each of these specifications. The team symbol is in the top right corner. If you need to confirm that I am a proper Battle Mage you can contact the English Battle Mage center. I also need five shirts black shirts, two green shirts, three pairs of black pants, four cotton undershirts, two pairs of Battle Mage level of black gloves, and two dragonhide boots. Add three Hogwarts Gryffindor robes to my list."

He would buy his team's official battle robes but nothing else. If they wanted more clothes they would have to get it themselves. This robe shop had top quality items and was certified in making robes fit for battle magic.

Harrison had almost forgotten that he would need Hogwarts robes. All of his current robes were in Nightingale Lupus colors. Lupus was essentially the same as Hufflepuff at Hogwarts. They were seen as weak by the rest of the houses. However, they were strong and loyalty kept them together.

Returning to Hogwarts was going to be a bitter pill to swallow. His naivete when he left for Nightingale was gone. Now he could see how far behind Hogwarts was compared to other schools. It didnt even have battle magic something that would come in handy during this time.

Once he found out he was being forced to return to Hogwarts he sent a letter off to the Battle Mage order. Due to the fact, Harrison ran a team and that he was still an apprentice he could demand that Hogwarts take in his Master and his team. They would also have to accommodate Grim as he was Harrison's Oraculi. It was a little known part of the contract between Durant and Dumbledore. So even if the Black Hawks couldn't go to Hogwarts at least he wouldn't be alone.

The clerk said frowning slightly, "It will take me at least a day to get all of this done. I can have your casual wear ready by 5 but that will be all I can do for today. Would you like me to send it to you via owl or would you rather pick it up tomorrow evening?"

"Send it via owl. I'll pick up my casual wear before I leave the alley today."

With that, he turned and left the shop knowing that his purchases would be taken care of. His next stop would be to pick up books that he needed. Leisure Alley didnt have the same restrictions as Diagon Alley. According to Keller, he could get just about any kind of book he needed here.

The book store was in the back corner of the alley. He picked out several books on runes, summoning, and a new book on inscriptions. While he had a basic mastery in inscription he still read up constantly on the new techniques being used.

After buying them he placed them into the spacial ring on his left hand. Then he left the shop heading to get some food. Eating at the Leaky Cauldron was uneventful. He spent most of his time reading his book on inscriptions. It wasnt technically illegal in Britain but they were highly regulated. From what he understood most of the inscriptions were kept to Ward Masters.

An hour before he was supposed to meet Ollivander he felt eyes on him. Someone was watching him in the bar of the Leaky Cauldron. Who it was he couldn't tell with so many people? Most likely it was someone from the Dark Order. The Light he already knew exactly where each one was. It wasnt like a member of the Dark Order could attack him right now. The consequences would be severe and unpleasant.

His attention was drawn upwards when a familiar body stood in front of him. For the first time since he left Nightingale a grin broke out across his face. A black haired teen with ice blue eyes stood there. Unnoticeable to all except those who stood closest to him was an amber swirl. XIII Hunter a fellow Black Hawk member and his sworn blood brother.

Harrison greeted snarkily, "What couldn't handle a day without me, XIII?"

XIII grumbled good-naturedly, "Miss you and the insanity you bring with you never. Durant sent me ahead of the others since the council will demand Dumbledore allow the Hawks into his school. Until then I'm supposed to stay with you."

They shared a grin. Oh, this would be fun. There was nothing like having two half-insane battle mages in one spot. Especially without their teacher to calm and control them if necessary.

From the corner of his eye, Harrison saw Moody approaching. XIII stiffened wand jumping into his hand. It wasnt often that his friend carried his wand with him. Usually, it was only for backup as he favored his staff in battle.

Knowing that it could get ugly if they did battle here Harrison stepped in and ordered, "Stand down, brother. That's just one of my guards. Mad-Eye Moody a retired auror for the British Ministry of Magic."

To Moody he growled his good mood evaporating, "Stand down, Mad-Eye this is a friend. Yes, I do know for a fact that it is him. No one else would know to respond as he did so back off."

"Potter..."

Harrison's eyes flashed angrily. If this man thought he could intimidate him, he had another thing coming. He didnt allow the man to say anything else as he led XIII away. The eyes that had been watching him continued. So it wasnt just XIII then fine.

He muttered as they moved towards the wand shop, "XIII..."

"I know. Who do you think it is?"

There was a flash of platinum blond hair and he said, "Death Eaters it seems. That hair is unmistakable."

"Great," complained his friend, "I guess it's a good thing that Anima corona promitto is in effect. Otherwise, they would not like our reactions."

Even young battle mages could take on fully-grown wizards. It was part of their training to fight those older than themselves. Age didnt matter in battle magic. Power and spell repitar did matter though. It was what made them different from other wizards. Focusing on one kind of magic made you weak. Learning to use all of them gave you an advantage. Let the fun begin.