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Harrison's POV

Even drained of his magic from using such a high level magic spells he kept his head up high. XIII stood off to his left side and was ready to grab him in case he collapsed. It wasnt the first time one of them had seen him after using such a spell. His other squad mates were pulling themselves out from wherever they were hiding. Or had fallen in the fight.

On the other side of things most of Dumbledore's people were having to be helped up by mediwizards. Many were being treated and having counter spells administered. They accepted the help with ease and the etiquette of purebloods.

Dumbledore however did not look as if he would accept their loss. It was funny that the ancient wizard thought he had a choice in the matter. Magic herself would ensure that their agreement would be honored.

Moody approached him first holding out his hand, "Not bad Potter. Havent seen that level of military magic in a long time. Those at Nightingale taught you better than I thought."

Harrison shook the man's hand as he replied, "It was a good fight, Moody. Maybe we can duel together again. This was enlightening."

Moody nodded, "I'm sure we can arrange that Potter. But remember Constant Vigilance."

"Of course."

Dark eyes glanced at XIII briefly before giving a sharp nod. It seemed that Moody accepted his blood brother. The others fell into step behind him having been healed by the mediwizards.

Snape growled, "Potter what the hell was that? Black magic is beyond illegal."

Harrison could see Dumbledore nodding from over the Professor's shoulder. If he wasnt a battle mage then he could go to Azkaban. However battle mages of high enough rank had immunity from certain laws.

While there limitations such as they couldnt use unforgivables but most things were within their powers. That would need authorization from the governments they belonged to.

Harrison snapped, "Well Snape, if you studied battle mage laws you would know that we arent hindered by most laws. Our rank is high enough that we dont need masters hovering over us."

"You think this is a joke, Potter?" Snarled Snape.

XIII snapped, "The only thing that is a joke, Snape is your team. Only Moody put up a decent fight. If we had been serious you would have died."

Dumbledore tried, "Harry my boy, I think we should discuss this. Black magic is illegal and you need to acknowledge that you lost the fight because of this."

Harrison lectured, "When it comes to a battle meet it didnt matter what the laws of the country you were in said. Battlemages can use any form of magic whether it be Light, Grey, Dark, Black, White, or Neutral. Magic will force you to hold up your side of the deal. Now move aside Professor we need to register our win."

Then they moved out of the battle room and into the regular building. As they made their way in cheers erupted from the crowd. Shouts of congratulations filled the air.

Harrison and the other Black Hawks had to push their way through the crowds. It had only grown more crowded since they won the match it seemed. As proper battle mages they knew that they had to register their win and claim their title as level 5s. It was only after that, that they could deal with the crowds. Otherwise it would be seen as bad etiquette and they could lose privileges.

Upon reaching the tables they handed over their CADs for final inspection. Then came the familiar bars that would be put on the inside of their jackets. They marked them as Rank 5 Battle Mages. Finally they were free to do as they pleased. There was nothing left for them to learn from Regulus.

Regulus Black taught Battle Magic at Nightingale. While most of the world believed him to be dead he trained some of the best mages and duelers ever seen. His classes were difficult no one could argue that. Harrison however was proud to have learned under him.

They were taught everything from offensive to healing spells. It didnt stop at spell work or dueling either. Black added military history, strategy, and tactics to all squad leaders regimens. They had to keep at least an EE if they wanted to remain leaders.

Shaking his head from the thoughts he allowed XIII to push him towards their room. There they changed into tshirts with the Black Hawk crest on the shoulder and black cargo pants.

Once there battle gear was stowed they went back out to face the public. There was little more he hated in the world than fame. Having such a publicized meet only raised his fame. By Merlin the people asking them for autographs was annoying.

XIII sneered as they passed certain people in the Ministry. While they had done nothing to his blood brother personally there had been things done to his species. XIII after all was a born werehyena. They were a rare form of were not seen much outside the deserts that they called home.

Hunter clan was the largest known werehyena clan in existence. Their numbers were thought to range in the hundreds to possibly a thousand. Not all of them lived in one spot. They were divided into packs that kept to their own territory. This made tracking the clan much more difficult but also inhibited figuring out exact numbers.

The Ministries treated XIII like the other magical creatures. Things hadn't changed since he left if the looks they received were any indication. The Minister and a toad like woman in pink were sneering in their general direction.

In response Harrison bared his teeth like XIII had shown him. In the were culture it was to show he wasnt afraid of them. To the Ministry well who cared what they thought. He certainly didnt.

As they pushed through the crowd Harrison caught the blue eyes of a man in the corner. Beside him stood Lucius Malfoy and the Nott Lord. Those eyes felt familiar and it took him a long moment to remember from where.

A shiver ran down his spine. Those eyes had to be glamoured from red. There was no way Tom Riddle also known as Voldemort could stand here otherwise.

Anger coursed through his veins. This bastard would not ruin his victory for him. If he tried he would get an extremely unpleasant surprise.

As a precaution Harrison reactivated the rune ward. If someone not keyed into it tried to approach him they would regret it. This was something he had been testing over the last few months. The more wards he knew the better protected he would be after all.

A dreamy voice to his left caused him to jump halfway out of his skin, "The Dragon should be more careful of his temper. Lest the basilisk find him too early."

Ummm what? He turned to face a blond haired girl with bright blue eyes. They held a far off look in them. She was seeing something that they could not.

"Ummm what?"

Those blue eyes turned to meet his green one's as she declared, "You are not the only one with the mark, Dragon. If you are not careful you will fall and the rest of us will suffer for it. Listen to the Fox, Dragon before it's too late."

Harrison couldnt ask anything else as she skipped away. What the fuck?