A/N thanks for the reviews and support.
WhiteElfElder: Thanks for your review my friend. You have a good idea going there my friend. The key to that would be Tom knowing the situation. A wolf is a free spirit. They do not want or accept a human's control lightly. It would hurt a wolf's pride to accept a human guard. I think we can expect a confrontation between the two.
DarkRavie: Thanks for your review my friend.
Harrison's POV
He followed his father without a word. They went up to the fourth floor. This floor was soley for the man and his heir. When his father choose his heir that was. Every one was almost completely sure that it would be Damien. Not that he cared about such things. When he had a journey dream that he was confident in then he wouldn't be returning.
Looking out a window as they passed he noticed something odd. He typically looked out the windows when passing by portraits. They had taken the same dislike for him that the rest of the family had. All except for a handful of them. When he looked out the windows he never saw any animals beyond snakes. His father had put up wards to keep them out.
So what he saw surprised him. A black raven was sitting on a tree branch staring at him. That meant the dream truly had been a journey dream. If his guide was waiting for him he would have to leave that night. There would be no time for goodbyes as mine were expected. When he didn't show up they would know he had gone.
It was right in time for his seventeenth birthday. That was little more than two weeks away. Then it hit him. A raven. Raven's were the sign of not only a leader but a clan heir. Harrison knew from the studies Tsume had given them that most of the clans had heirs declared. Only a handful didn't. What clan did he belong to? Did it mean he had a family somewhere? The raven would know.
His father's voice snapped him out of his thoughts," Harrison to get to my study you have to walk. Unless you would rather be summoned?"
The question made his legs move. That was not a pleasant experience. Using the summoning charm to summon people was a favorite of his father's. He had an immediate dislike to it since the first time it had been used on him. Part of him didn't want to take the chance that his father would see the raven.
So he started moving again. His eyes avoided the windows so not to give away what he knew. Yet his mind could not get away from the animal. It was a raven. A raven! That could mean so much for him and his pack. They could find a safe place. A place to grow. It was a child's dream however and he knew it.
His father's study was one of the largest rooms in the manor. On either side of it where bookcases. They were filled to the brim with books. If Harrison had to guess they were probably dark arts.
Near the back was a desk made of cherry wood. On it were his father's paperwork. That was one thing he would never be able to do. Sit at a desk and do paperwork. Wolves were meant to run free.
His father pointed to the chair and despite wanting to run he sat in it. His father sat behind the desk across from him.
His father said," I have spoken with young Malcolm Greengrass. He had some interesting things to say about both himself and you, child."
That was one of the most demeaning nicknames he had been given. Child. He hadn't been a child since his mother died. Maybe if she had lived he would have more answers. Many things made sense when he first met Tsume.
He growled sounding more wolf than human," I am not a child. I haven't been since mother died."
There was no flinch. No anger at the mention of his mother. She had been a topic that wasn't touched since he was small. So it was truly surprising not to get a reaction.
His father said after a moment," You are still a child. You're not seventeen yet."
He snapped," I won't make it to seventeen! Bellatrix my ever "loving" aunt has told me of the Slytherin law of one. When we turn seventeen you have to choose an heir. The other is disposable!"
Despite what every one thought of him. He was not an idiot. In fact since his mother's death he had been preparing to leave. Then when Tsume came along it gave him a purpose. A reason to live beyond spiting his family.
A sigh was the reply he received. His father thought as little of him as the rest of the family. Not that he cared. As soon as he could he would be leaving. Going to Diagon Alley first to get some warmer clothes. They would be on special since it was early summer. Then he would be off to whatever adventure the raven was leading him on.
Speaking of the raven. It was sitting out on a tree branch staring at him. It had ruby eyes just like his father's. Did all ravens have ruby eyes? Or was this one special?
"Harrison!" Came the sharp annoyed voice of his father.
What did the oh so powerful dark Lord want now? He had better things to do than listen to the man try to rule his life.
Turning his bored green eyes to his father he saw the fury. No doubt angry that he was being ignored. Some part of him expected a crucio for his insolence. Instead it was a stinging hex to his right leg. While there was power behind it he barely twitched. Being a wolf he was used to pain. A little stinging hex meant nothing to him.
His father said," You and your brother will make it to your birthday. I will not be making the decision on who is the heir until then. Until the decision is made you will be staying around the manor. No more nights in the forest."
That made his lips curl up and over his teeth showing his canines. To him it was a natural reaction. Most of his tutors had gotten used to it. For he bared them more often than not at them.
His father's eyes narrowed as he said in deadly soft voice," You are not an animal. Stop barring your teeth like one. Or I'll start treating you like one."
That had his simple control breaking. He snarled," If you think you can control me you have another thing coming. You will not collar me to this manor."
It was too soon after the full moon for him to be getting angry like this. The beast was too close to the surface. His magic was wild and gitty from the time spent under the moon. Given how it was known to react to his emotions. The combination was a disaster waiting to happen.
His father's wand was drawn in the next moment. Harrison while he had a wand he rarely carried it. His magic was so wild the wand only made things worse. Once his wand had made his pants catch on fire.
His inner wolf mingled with his magic. Then the air began to crackle. Something few people knew was that every one had an inner animal. From the youngest wizard to the oldest. Whether or not they tried to achieve their animagus form. That was up to them. Every one had one.
Spirit wolves were a little bit different from everyone else. Their true form was their animal form. Most saw their human form as nothing more than an illusion. Harrison the wolf and human as one. Neither was an illusion both made them who they were. Though he was less accepting of his human side.
His father's magic came out to meet his own. They clashed. His magic was just as feral as his wolf. It bit and snapped at his father's.
The room began get heavy with the sheer amount of magical power in it. To one who was unused to such things they would have found it hard to move. Harrison was used to power plays. Damien and he had been fighting for years. They hated each other.
Both he and his father were able to move freely. His father dueled all the time so it was expected. The surprise that flashed through his eyes when Harrison moved was worth it. Worth revealing that he was not as weak as everyone made him out to be.
Then to both of their surprise the magical energy exploded. This knocked them across the room from each other. Harrison landed closest to the door. His head spinning. His father landed by the bookcases.
Harrison's mind was racing. There were stories of magic rejecting a fight if it was between a Lord and his heir. A rejection typically resulted in both parties being knocked away from each other. That should not have been possible. Unless magic itself had declared him the Slytherin heir. Something he was most certainly not accepting.
Slowly, and unsteadily he pushed himself up onto the wall. His father was doing the same. Their eyes never leaving each other. The sense of wariness was obvious. Neither of them wanted to provoke magic further. The consequences could be dire if they did.
Taking a deep breath he said," I'm leaving. I have things to attend to. As I'm sure you do, father. Given that you are the Dark Lord and I am your good for nothing son."
Before the man could reply he was out the door. The almost silent curse that followed made him smirk. Then he hurried his pace. If he didn't get away soon his father would raise the wards. If that happened he wouldn't be able to get away at all.
Grabbing his go bag had been a simple run to his room. He didn't even pause as he left. Everything that he cared about was in his bag. Or where it couldn't be harmed. Nothing in that room meant anything to him.
Once he was outside the raven was back. It squawked at him as if to say hurry. Then it was flying towards the edge of the wards. He quickened his pace following it as fast as he could. Just as he passed through the wards he felt the manor go on lockdown.
Turning his head to stare at the raven he contemplated this. The raven seemed to know more than a normal spirit or animal. Were the guides always like that? He didn't know enough about them to know.
The raven and his eyes met again. To his surprise he felt something touching his shield's. The raven was trying to access his mind? Before he could really contemplate the matter an image appeared in his mind. It was a village. One that he didn't recognize. That's when it hit him. An area to apparate to. The raven was giving him a way to get away cleanly. With a sharp crack he was gone. Off to his journey.
Marvolo's POV
He should not have been surprised that Harrison reacted the way he had. Though the boy running was not what he expected. Spending time in his room yes. Not going to dinner yes. Running away no.
By how fast Harrison got out spoke of a plan. Did he expect a confrontation? Or was he just prepared? Somehow he was thinking that the boy had expected it. Or that there was more going on than he knew.
He was drawn from his thoughts as the floo glared green. A dirty blond haired man looking ragged stepped through. It was Malcolm Greengrass. Given that the night before had been the full moon he had not been expecting the man for a few more hours.
The night before just before the moon rose he jad talked to the healer. The things he had learned surprised him. Werewolves or lunar wolves as they preferred to be called weren't the only living breed of wolf left. Another lesser known wolf still walked among them.
Spirit wolves were out there hiding in plain sight. Many wizards had diluted spirit wolf genes in their blood. The difficulty was discerning which had it and which didn't.
Malcolm was the first Greengrass in three generations to have it. While he wasn't an heir he was a guardian. One chosen to look after the young ones.
Malcolm had been asked by a fellow spirit wolf to join him. While he couldn't say who asked him to he could say why. There was a clan heir in one of the families. Again he couldn't say who. Just that the heir would change things in both worlds. That he had to make it through his journey.
Journies. It almost made the dark Lord in him snort. What a ridiculous name. From what he understood it was just a small amount of travel during a wolf's inheritance. Not a big deal in itself.
Malcolm said scenting the room," My Lord. I am off."
Marvolo blinked in surprise. He was off? Didn't that mean the "pup" had left? Well then.
He nodded and said," My son has gone decided to go against my orders. Should you come across him in your travels alert me. I will be looking for him. Be safe in your travels Malcolm."
The man was an excellent healer. As much as he wanted to keep him at the manor. It just wasn't possible. The man had a duty to uphold and had served him well. As long as he kept in contact he had the right to go follow through on his promise. Though he would find out who this heir was when he returned.
Malcolm bowed and turned to leave. As if an afterthought the man said," Trying to control your son is like trying to control the moon. It is impossible my Lord. You will only increase his dislike for you and the family."
With those parting words the man was gone. Back through the floo as if he had never been there. Something about those words would not leave Marvolo for hours afterwords.