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Harrison's POV

As soon as they entered Olivvander's shop XIII placed locking charms and privacy wards then took his place at the door. It only took a few seconds after that for the old man to arrive. In his hands was a dual-colored wood that's magic sang to Harrison's own.

Ollivander greeted his eyes suspiciously going over to XIII, "Harrison welcome back. Who is this?"

Harrison replied with a smile, "This is my sworn blood brother XIII Hunter."

Recognition went through the grey eyes as he stared st the boy by the door. Hunter was a name well known throughout the world. Hunter was the family name of one biggest werewolf packs on the European continent. Anyone who had some kind of knowledge of the wizarding world outside of Britain had heard of them.

It was a rare instance when a pack of that political power to allow one of their own to bond to a nonwerewolf. They weren't friends at first if anything they were rivals. Only when Harrison decided to create a battle mage team did XIII really look at him. A year later they had grown close enough to consider the bond. After researching it and talking to Keller they performed the Blood Brother bond.

He was shaken from his thoughts as Olivvander held out the new wand. Harrison took the wand from the man and warmth flowed from his hand into his arm. Waving it caused black and gold sparks to come from it.

Olivvander said with a smile, "Well done, Mr. Potter. That wand will serve you well in this life."

"I believe it will, Mr. Olivvander. Thank you for everything."

They shook hands and Harrison paid the man for his wand. Then they left the shop and picked up his casual wear. It was only after that they went back to the Leaky Cauldron. Unsurprisingly members of the Order were waiting for them.

XIII immediately stepped up so that they were shoulder to shoulder. His wand was at the ready eyes searching the adults standing in front of the floo.

Harrison said coldly, "We will be going whether you like it or not. As a member of my battle mage team, he has a right to follow me as does any member of my team."

Moody growled, "That's impossible boy. You cant become a battle mage until you're of age."

"In England," shot back XIII, "The English and Americans are the only ones who have an age requirement for their battle mage. It is better for battle mage students to learn at a young age rather than after their majority. This is why neither of you have won a tournament since the 50s. Nightingale on the other hand has won the international tournaments in the last two categories."

A dark-skinned man said trying to diffuse the situation, "Easy there Mad-Eye. While it is true we are a little behind the times when it comes to battle magic rules that still doesn't exclude, Mr. Potter. He is still a British Citizen."

A fierce grin crossed Harrison's face but he could feel acidic smoke rising. No this was not the time for the smoke to appear. In times of anger and extreme annoyance, smoke would try to rise from his throat. Once in his second semester at Nightingale, the air around him had become extremely hot. At one point his magic had created a spark and caught parts of the room on fire.

Only when Keller had pulled him out of the room by his arm and forced a calming draught down his throat did he calm. It was then they worked on controlling his temper. While it was still shorter than some it was far better than it was before.

He replied in turn, "Ah if I was a student of Hogwarts when I joined the Battle Mages that would be true. However, I was a student of Nightingale which falls under France's jurisdiction. Now that wouldn't have affected this problem except Black Hawks are a Rank 4 Battle Mages. The moment I became a Rank 2 I fall under my own jurisdiction."

The Order members glanced at each other in confusion. He knew that he was right, however. Headmaster Durant met with a law wizard to confirm their suspicions.

Harrison continued coldly, "Now either we both can go back to the house. Or I can find another place for XIII and myself to stay."

The Order tried to argue with them. From the corner of his eye, he saw Lucius Malfoy and two unfamiliar brown-haired men watching the interaction. The magic of the room told him that there were at least two others watching him though. They were disillusioned but he could sense the magic.

The dark-skinned wizard sighed finally, "Come then. We will take you both back to the house."

Marvolo's POV

Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, Terror of the Wizarding World was in the middle of planning an attack on the Ministry of Magic when Lucius entered the room. Breaking off his sentence Voldemort glared at the blond malevolently, if he were going to arrive late to the meeting he had better have had a good reason, especially since they had not alerted him before the meeting started. It was rather hard to plan a good attack when one of his Commanders was not present to offer suggestions.

"Lucius you had better have a good reason for being late," Voldemort commented sharply.

Lucius absently toyed with his snake cane. "I was in Diagon Alley picking up some artifacts when I saw Potter."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed and though he had been restored to his former youthful good looks, his eyes were still crimson. With his looks returned his sanity came back with it. In private his Commanders were allowed to call him Marvolo. They had more leeway than regular Death Eaters.

The return of his looks and sanity came from a mixture of potions and claiming his birthright. As the current Slytherin Lord, he was able to call forth the elementals. They were branded on their left wrist by a black Celtic band. The secondary colors changed based on what element they belonged to.

At first, Marvolo thought the elementals would be his followers or children of those loyal to him. This was further proven by the fact his Air and Earth Elementals were sons of his followers. Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott were brought before him as soon as the marks appeared. Malfoy had chosen his father as his mentor. While Nott had chosen Severus for his own.

Mentors were the only person that an elemental could talk to about what they were without his permission. Unlike most things, Marvolo could not choose their mentor for them. They had to make the choice on their own as it had to be someone they trusted explicitly.

Over the last two years, both boys had been searching for the other two. Theodore had a suspicion about who the Water Elemental was. It was thought that they had seer abilities but the one he gave for consideration was a long shot. Luna Lovegood was thought to be insane by her peers. However, both of his elementals felt a slight pull to her.

The pull was the bond between elementals. As he found more elementals the stronger the pull would get. Lovegood was the only one they felt any kind of pull to inside Hogwarts. This meant that the Fire Elemental was out of school or very young. He hoped it was the first rather than the second. Teaching the elementals to control their lowers would be difficult enough without having to review basic magics.

"He's returned then?"

"Yes my lord," answered Lucius, "I spent the better part of the morning following him once I recognized him. He headed first to Ollivanders. We followed discreetly but upon entering, Ollivander closed the shop and we could neither see nor hear anything that took place. When he left he was preoccupied during the rest of his stay in the Alleys. He bought books of a variety, new clothes, then returned to the Leaky Cauldron. It was there that he had a confrontation with Mad-Eye."

Voldemort listened intently to their report drawing his own conclusions which he kept to himself. "And your conclusions based on what you saw?"

"Potter has secrets and from what we heard he was not forthcoming with the others, he's changed greatly since he was sent to Nightingale. Besides the physical changes in his appearance, it's clear that he learned to be as evasive and manipulating as a Slytherin conversation-wise. Also, it is clear that he had undergone a serious amount of dueling and combat drilling based on the way he moved and reacted to the crowd. He was always alert, conscious to how close everyone was in proximity to him, and every time he entered a shop, he was careful to scan the room first looking for possible exit routes, then a second scan to look for any possible sources of conflict."

"Interesting," Voldemort said thoughtfully. "I was to see the new Potter for myself."

Barty who had been rescued by Lucius before the Ministry could have him Kissed insisted on coming. The last two years had done the younger man a lot of good. The haunted look in his blue eyes was gone and he gained significant weight. The mischievous nature had returned with his weight. When they left his manor they cast disillusionment charms. By the time they made their way to Diagon Alley Potter was coming out of the wand maker's shop. Potter was no longer a scrawny fourteen years old. Instead, he was now a tall, tanned dark-haired young man. Green eyes were brighter than ever.

Beside him was another black-haired young man. He was a few inches taller than Potter and a small amount of stubble across the face. It made him appear a few years older than the brat. His ice-blue eyes seemed to fall upon them despite the disillusionment charms. Something was not natural about that boy.

As Potter argued with the Order there was smoke pooling around the young man's mouth. That didnt happen with the boy before he knew for a fact. So where did that smoke come from?

He watched as the two boys hold their ground against the Order. It was obvious that they knew what they were doing. Whoever taught Potter and the other boy did their job well. Potter had muscles underneath his robes. The stance he bore told Marvolo the boy was ready to start spouting off spells.

Then like that it was over by Shacklebolt's agreement. He watched as Potter left but not before green eyes glanced back towards them. It seemed the blue-eyed boy wasnt the only one who was different. They both could sense that someone was watching them. Interesting.