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Harrison's POV

Returning to Grimmauld Place was annoying. Members of the Order were all in the sitting room waiting. XIII was getting angry mistrustful looks. It seemed the Order were going to give them trouble. If they expected him to roll over and accept it they had another thing coming.

Those who had been in the Leaky Cauldron came through behind them. It set his teeth on edge to be cornered between the two sets. He grabbed the back of XIII's collar so that they were in line with each other.

Harrison subtly drew his wand as did XIII in preparation for battle. They were outnumbered but not outclassed. They were members of the Black Hawks squad and Harrison was the squad leader. Battle magic had been beaten into them for two years.

The Order was powerful in their own right. However, they were not taught squad magic. They focused on mostly Light Magic because that was what they believed in. Battle mages had to know all different forms of magic. They couldn't just focus on one because that would get them killed.

Harrison's free hand went to the card in his pocket. He didn't want to reveal his trump card against these wizards. If it was necessary though he would.

The spell was anchored in the tarot card of the fool. He called it Fool's World and it would stop any magic from being cast within 15 feet of the card. Created by a branch of technomagic known as magic circles. It was rare to anchor magic in such a way but not unheard of.

Only the Guild of Masteries knew that he created the spell. Fool's World had been what gave him a mastery in Technomagic. He was currently a Rank 4 Technomage which allowed him to use military-grade technomagic. Fool's World fell under this category.

Dumbledore said drawing his attention towards the old man, "It seems you have brought someone unexpected with you, Harry. How about you introduce us to your friend."

Harrison replied coldly, "This is XIII Hunter, Heir to the Hunter clan and my sworn blood brother. He is also my second in command of my battle mage squad."

There were sharp intakes of breaths from those who had not heard it earlier. Dumbledore's eyes lost their twinkle as he stared at them. He no doubt knew the meaning of the last name. Hunter clan was one of the most well know born wereclan.

Remus questioned carefully, "Hunter clan? As in the werehyenas?"

"The one and only," came an angry growl from XIII.

Harrison growled low, "You will not insult XIII. He is my blood brother and anything you do to him I'll do it back a hundredfold."

Dumbledore tried to reason, "Harry you can't just trust any of the werecreatures. Most of them are loyal to Voldemort."

"Your point? You trust Remus and he isn't a born were. I trust XIII or we wouldn't have become sworn blood brothers. That is not something you can change. You also can't change that by making me return to Hogwarts you must accept my battle mage squad, Oraculi, and the master I'm apprenticed to."

Harrison had to hide a grin as the Order erupted into denials. They didnt want to accept students and an adult with unknown allegiances. In their eyes, if you weren't Light you were Dark. There was no Neutral.

It was a very childish view of their world and one he did not share. Before arriving at Nightingale he would have agreed. Before Nightingale, he would never have considered going against Dumbledore. So many things had changed and in his eyes, it was a good thing. No longer would his naivety get himself or others killed. He would be able to protect those he was closest to.

Molly tried to deny in her screeching voice, "You can't just demand that from the Headmaster. We are trying to win a war and can't just accept anyone without checking their intentions."

Harrison replied narrowing his eyes, "No matter their intentions or alliances can stop them from following me. You see Dumbledore signed a magical contract that states who must be allowed to follow me in case I'm still a student when I return to Hogwarts. Unless you want to lose your magic?"

Harrison felt vindictive pleasure at watching them argue and deny. Dumbledore gave him a disappointed look but it no longer affected him. The only adult he looked up to was Master Matthew Keller. His mentor would be waiting for him to send an owl.

Moody was uncharacteristically quiet though. He had a very contemplative look on his face. Unlike the other members of the Order, he knew there was a way around the contract. It was a rarely-used piece of magic but it could blow back into the Light's face.

A battle between two battle mage squads in an agreement made of magic. It was a rare piece of magic used mainly when points for squads were exchanged. This would prevent someone from going back on an agreement. Unlike magical contracts though this form of magic would ensure there is an equal reward between the two squads. If one tried to skimp the other then the magic wouldn't take.

Only battle mage squads of at least rank three knew of this. He knew that Moody was the only ranking battle mage within the Order. Even with his rank, however, it had been over a decade since he retired. The only question was if Moody would take the chance.

A look of knowing crossed the man's face and Harrison had his answer. Moody declared drawing everyone's attention, "I ask for a 7 member battle squad fight. Does the Black Hawk squad accept?"

XIII and Harrison exchanged a glance before Harrison said with a grin, "We do. What are your terms?"

Moody declared coldly, "Should the Phoenix squad claim victory then Harrison James Potter shall swear an oath of fealty to my chosen Lord. The agreement between Nightingale and the Headmaster shall be revoked."

Magic saturated the air. It was oppressive to those unused to the agreements made between battle squads. Several of the members shivered in reaction to the magic.

Harrison continued, "I agree to the terms set out before me. Now you must agree to mine. Should the Black Hawks squad claim victory then I shall be allowed to pick 8 Nightingale students and 2 adults that must be allowed into Hogwarts."

The oppressive feeling in the air only increased. Moody looked back at Dumbledore who seemed to age by a dozen years.

The old man nodded and Moody growled, "Agreed."