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Harrison's POV

Several days pass since the Battle Meet. In that time the Order started looking at him in suspicion. As if they thought he was going to be the next Dark Lord. As if, they had caused enough trouble for him for one lifetime.

Not that he would admit it to current company but Harrison knew he was a dark wizard. Part of his entry into Nightingale was to find out where his core aligned. Then came the explanation that dark did not mean evil. It had taken many long talks with Master Keller for him to accept that he was not as Light as the world wanted him to be. And that was okay no matter what anyone said.

A lot of his time in Sirius's house was spent training with XIII. They couldn't allow themselves to lose their hard won reflexes. That meant training every day till one couldn't fight anymore or left their battle circle that was drawn.

Several times they were joined by Moody who would throw out pointers. Adjustments to both form and power were always welcome. No matter who gave the corrections. It was surprising to see that Moody didn't hold any grudges from his loss.

In fact he would join in the cool down period as well. During this time they would exchange pointers and spells that could have done a better job. Moody's insight was helpful given his years of experience.

When he wasnt training Harrison was in the library. The Celtic band on his wrist was burning in a way it hadn't since he was at Nightingale. At first it started out small but it was slowly becoming like hellfire. Transforming into his animagus form for the first time didn't burn like this.

Nightingale's library and professors hadn't been able to provide answers during his time there. When the burning had stopped he had ignored its existence. That was progressively becoming impossible and he could not figure out for the life of him why.

This particular morning was his birthday, Harrison stuck to his morning routine; working himself until he was sore and dripping with sweat and fatigue. A long morning soak cheered him considerably though he was not looking the least bit forward to whatever it was that everyone had been planning for him. Dressing in a tight fitting short sleeved emerald button up shirt with black denim jeans Harrison eyed himself in the mirror and decided that since it was his birthday he could wear whatever pleased him without backtalk.

Stripping down to his boxers with a wicked smile, Harrison pulled on a pair of black leather chaps over his silver boxers and grabbing a pale blue dragonhide vest slipped it on watching as it molded itself onto his body. Harrison used a spell to fuse his boxers to the chaps so that it would move as one article of clothing instead of two.

Smirking at his image, he gelled his hair into messy, curvy spikes. Moving over to his closet, Harrison pulled out a pair of mid-shin boots and laced them up, smirking at the pair of chaps he had chosen to wear.

As it was summer, he'd ordered a few chaps which had criss-cross laces from about mid-thigh down to his ankles. Giving himself a final once over he cheerfully made his way downstairs to the kitchen grinning, boy was everyone going to get a shock when they saw him.

Harrison had just pushed open the door to the kitchen when he was bombarded with voices exclaiming, "Surprise!" Under normal circumstances he might have been surprised but A) he'd known they were planning something and B) he happened to catch Remus and Sirius talking about his 'surprise' party last week.

If anything it was everyone else who was surprised by his choice in dress, Harrison had never worn his dragonhide vests or his chaps before. Judging from the dropped jaws, wide eyes and staring from the majority of the Order he had well accomplished his goal.

Off to one side was a very grumpy looking XIII. The previous night had been the full moon so it was little wonder he was grumpy. He had been confined to his room instead of running out in the woods with his pack. Harrison had been barred from the rooms by wards set by Dumbledore. The old man claimed it was for his protection even though Sirius had been allowed to help Remus.

The mere thought of it was enough for the room temperature to rise several degrees. Helping XIII wasn't the only reason he liked shifting into his animagus form of a hellhound. It also helped with his own emotional and magical control.

"Morning," Harrison greeted with a smirk as he walked over to his place at the table which was between Sirius and Remus, without glancing at the twins Harry warned them off as he walked by them. "Lay one finger, let alone a hand on my arse and your face will be meeting the floor of the dueling platform at a speed that will make you dizzy."

George made a great show of being indignant, "Why Harry! How could you think that Fred and I would even do such a rude thing!"

"I agree with George Harry, how could you think we'd do something like that to you of all people?" Fred said waving his finger in imitation of his mother.

Harrison snorted, "Deny and lie but don't touch my arse!"

Mrs. Weasley regained her voice. "Harry! By Merlin, where did you get such lewd clothing?!"

"Special ordered it at Sartorial Splendor; I've got a good two dozen of these in my closet." He answered cheerfully, pulling out his chair and plopping down into it.

"Just as vain as your arrogant father, strutting around in that." Snape said venomously, waiting for a reaction.

Flashing the man a cold smile he said, "Professor Snape, you can be a right bastard all you like today and I wouldn't give a damn because it's my birthday and now that I'm a legal adult, I can hex you all I like if you cross the line."

"Harry!" Hermione hissed.

He just smiled lazily. "No, honestly I'm not going to apologize I've put up with his remarks for four whole years. Are we going to have breakfast or not? I'm meeting some friends at Leisure Alley at eleven o'clock and I can't be late."

"Friends?" asked Remus.

"Nightingale Alumni of course! Haven't seen them in ages! And it's not like my only friends are members of my battle mage squad," Harry answered laughing. "All older than me obviously and no doubt they're going to drag me off drinking but it'll be good to see them."

Moody frowned. "I don't think that's such a smart idea, Potter."

Harry shrugged. "No, it probably isn't but even the hero needs a break, however if you're talking about my safety, I'll be perfectly safe as long as I don't leave the Alleys. None of you have been able to beat me alone or in teams so I don't think I have to worry about Death Eaters and as I can both talk to the Dementors and cast a Patronus I'll live, I think."

"But-" Mrs. Weasley attempted to protest.

"I'm not a kid! Honestly, I thought you'd have all figured that out. I can certainly take care of myself, I don't need a babysitter. If I have to duel you all to leave, don't think I wouldn't and don't think I'll take it easy on any of you either." Harrison said sharply.

Dumbledore sighed. "Very well Harry, just be careful."

"I'm always careful." Harrison answered.

XIII snorted and Harrison flipped him off good naturedly. They both knew that Harrison was the furthest thing from careful on the face of the planet.