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"So Heir Potter-Yaxley," drawled Riddle, "Can you tell me what happened?"

Harrison took a breath and looked the Minister not quite in the eye and answered, "I was at my secondary office that I use for experiments when I was attacked. By their clothing it was definitely Grindelwald's men, Reapers I believe they're called. They were after my research on portals and how they break through wards. As if. They don't break through wards but slide around them. Ward breaking is a completely different kind of magic."

More annoyed by his situation than anything else Harrison went into a rant. Spacial magic was moving in between the voice of space. It was how they were able to make spacial rings. Spacial Rings were rings that acted as storage devices. Space was based on the skill of the technomage. The space was linked to the first wizard who used it. Even the most typical wizard could use small amounts of spacial magic such as the rings. It was the making them and magic circles that truly made a technomage.

"Heir Potter-Yaxley," called the Minister with a sharpness to his voice, "Back to the matter at hand. If you please."

Harrison blinked in surprise before he replied with a wave of his hand, "Right my apologies, Minister. My mind began to wander it happens sometimes. The Reapers might have gotten the better of me if I wasn't preparing to arrive here. It was likely what saved me. I don't participate in battle very often. My expertise lies within creating things. Like my portal stones."

That made the older man lose some of his interest. A disappointed frown crossed his handsome features. Harrison wasn't exactly lying to the Minister but it wasn't the full truth either. He just didn't want any of the focus on him.

"Do you have any idea why Grindelwald is after you?" Questioned the man.

Harrison rubbed his cheek with a thoughtful look as he considered it. There was a lot of things that could have brought Grindelwald to his door. Specifically his work as technomage. Portal Stones made it easier for witches and wizards to escape any attacks made by the Dark Lord.

In the end though his Spacial Magic Mastery wasn't enough to draw attention to him. Grindelwald had little interest in the more obscure arts like spacial magic. They required talents born into the wizard not something that could be learned by just anyone. Even their magic circles were ignored by most of the population. It was why he didn't try to recruit them.

Slowly Harrison shook his head, "Not that I can think of, Minister. Technomages like myself are notoriously neutral in politics. It could be that Grindelwald took an interest in one of our works but none of them are particularly interesting. Even my portal stones."

What could have drawn the ire of the Dark Lord? His hand moved from his cheek to the trunk around his neck. Could it be? During the attack he had felt the wards around the trunk shift accepting something. He wasn't given the chance so far to check for himself.

Finally Riddle stood brushing a hand down his robes as he said, "Spend a few days recovering Heir Potter-Yaxley. Once you're recovered then you can set up the portal stones."

Harrison tried to insist, "There's no need for that. I'm perfectly capable of setting up the portal stones now. I have to get back to the Guild Hall before they think I've been kidnapped."

Again...

There was a flash of amusement at the thought of the last attempt. The poor people hadn't been able to get past his first level of protections on the trunk. He hadn't even realized there had been an attempt until he left the trunk and found the bodies. To say the Guild Master wasn't pleased with him was an understatement. For a price the man had taken care of it and all it took was four of the S Class Spacial Rings.

Riddle waved him off with a wave of his hand, "Don't worry, Heir Potter-Yaxley. We can wait a little longer for it. No use in earning the ire of your guild by mistreating you like that. Besides I'm sure you would like to speak to your family before you return. So relax for a few days and set the portal stones."

No he really wouldn't. The only one of his family he was interested in talking to was his uncle. His father and his family, Harrison would rather they never knew he was there.

A crash sounded outside. Both he and Riddle turned their attention to the doorway. Harrison cast out senses looking for the flames that every living being carried. Next to him was the brightest flame he had ever sensed outside of the Stronghold nearly overtaking everyone else's. Riddle had a lot of Vitalle but was unable to access it.

Outside of the room there was a small flame of Vitalle. It sparked arched showing the other's anger. Harrison having known it for all of his life he recognized it as the Vitalle of his father. Most likely the arrogant bastard was arguing with his uncle. There was a flickering of his uncle's Vitalle with his annoyance.

Riddle asked with a raised eyebrow, "Who could that be?"

Harrison groaned annoyed, "That would be my father. Somehow he found out I was here. Just my luck too. That man won't let me leave nek without at least seeing my siblings. Damn it."

"You really don't like your father, do you?"

"Not at all," Harrison answered coldly, "My father thinks too highly of himself. And he married a muggleborn after my mother died."

Someone who he was positive he cheated on her with even if he didn't have proof. Harrison refused to accept the bitch as his stepmother. She knew James was married and his wife was ill yet she still had the affair. His mother died while he was still in his first year. Corban had been there for him in ways that James never could be. For that he would forever be grateful. Time to face the music.

There was a cry of pain and two bodies tumbled into the room. James Potter in his auror robes had Corban by the front of the robes. Instinctively Harrison brought a hand up and focused on the flames pulling them into him then down his arm and into his left palm. He drew upon the fires and silently cast Coxín, cushioning the ground as they fell. There was a flare of pain in his palm but he didn't give any indication of it.

James grunted as he hit the ground under Corban as his uncle had turned their positions. They stared at each other for a moment surprised that the landing didn't hurt more. Then they looked at the Minister who shook his head. Their eyes turned to Harrison but frowned at his lack of wand or words. Then James dismissed the thought as impossible.

With a sigh he released the flames and lightly rubbed at his left palm. Some things never changed.