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The next morning found Harrison in one of the dueling rooms. Grindelwald was wearing a light weighted t-shirt and pants. A wand that was custom made for the Dark Wizard twirled in his fingers. His relaxed posture spoke of the confidence in his skills.

Harrison wore a similar attire but wore a light jacket over his shirt. He also wore a low level CAD so as not to show his full skill set. On that point he had left Fool's World in his room. Trust was not something Harrison had a lot of. It would have to be earned before any was shown.

Grindelwald asked eyeing him carefully, "Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," he replied entering the ready steady stance.

There was no warning as began firing off spells which he deflected or dodged. There was no chance for Harrison to return spell fire. It was difficult to keep ahead of the man as it was. Now he was regretting leaving Fool's World and his more powerful CAD in his rooms.

Grindelwald didn't let up or even slow for a moment. The air became hot with his magic. He frowned and it wasn't easing up at all.

"Focus, Schakal," came Grindelwald's order, "You need to let your magic loose. Now fight back."

Harrison grit his teeth in anger and looked for an opening to fight back.

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"Breathe..." Came the thick accented voice.

Harrison couldn't see his teacher? he still didn't know what to call Grindelwald. Whatever Grindelwald was to him he did take a slow breath in. The barriers in his mind were strengthened as he took it in and held it. Releasing his breath he felt the fire that had been in his veins ebbed. Just slightly.

Behind him, Harrison could hear Grindelwald moving about. Dark intoxicating magic lay heavy on Harrison's shoulders. It calmed him somewhat but he didn't fully trust the man.

"Focus, Schakal," chided Grindelwald drawing him back from his thoughts.

Again he took in a breath and focused on his breathing. He was trying to draw the fire into his core calm and not lashing out. It was much calmer now than it had been before. Not enough to settle into his core but it did stay in him and not heating the room. This was progress.

With his heightened senses he could smell the man's scent. It was a woody scent with just a hint of freshly fallen snow. Over the last few days it had become calming to him.

With his emotions calmed the fire in his veins cooled a little more. This allowed him to push more into his core. It would stay for now but any heightened emotions would cause it to spill out again. By morning most if not all of the fire would have returned to his veins and if he was particularly unlucky into the air.

"I think that's enough for today, Schakal," said Grindelwald after a moment.

"I can keep going," argued Harrison his eyes shooting open to glare at the Dark Lord, "I need as much practice as I can get."

Grindelwald smirked at him, "You can keep going on your own but I'm going to get something to eat. If you think you can anchor the elemental side without help then feel free to. I'm going to make something to eat."

With that Grindelwald turned away from him and left the room. Harrison glared at the door he left through. Then he pushed himself to his feet and cracked his back. Two hours daily they worked on his control. One hour in the morning and one hour in the evening. It reminded him of when he was learning Occlumency. The techniques were similar.

The room he was in was one of the many sealed rooms in Nightingale. Magical stones lined the inside of the walls and when he lost control they would absorb the excess of magic. The rooms were connected to his and Grindelwald's private rooms. This kept him from interacting with any students and risking their lives with his elemental magic.

Harrison was growing increasingly frustrated with his lack of progress. Two weeks had passed since he was barely making any progress. With Grindelwald around he could force the elemental magic back into his veins but it refused to stay in his core.

Shaking his head Harrison left the room and stepped into his shared kitchen and living room. Grindelwald stood in the kitchen with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The room smelled of a chicken dish that made his mouth water. His stomach grumbled in response to the scents.

Grindelwald called out, "Set the table, Schakal. The food will be ready soon."

Harrison moved to the drawer that held their cutlery as he asked, "What does that mean?"

Grindelwald hummed in question.

"Schakal," he explained, "What does that mean?"

Grindelwald made a noise of understanding as he said, "Its Jackal in German."

Jackal that was fitting. He pulled out the silverware that was needed for their meal. Then he paused in shock. Wait... how?

"How do you know what my animagus form is?"

Grindelwald didn't look up from his cooking as he answered, "It's in your magic. Just like how I can sense your elemental magic."

That made sense but his curiosity was peaked, "Can you do that with anyone? Can you sense the person inside when they are in their animagus form?"

Grindelwald looked up at him sharply and Harrison realized he may have overstepped his bounds. Gryffindor tendencies were pushed to the side. He went to set the table as he was asked.

Halfway through Grindelwald answered him, "It depends on the strength of the wizard. The stronger the wizard the more likely I will be able to sense them in their animagus form."

Harrison looked up froze with shock. He hadn't expected the Dark Lord to actually answer him. Still Grindelwald didn't look at him, his entire focus was on his cooking.

The silence still reigned between them. The table was set for the two wizards and food was placed on plates. Chicken and rice. Simple food but amazing. When they ate Harrison found the food tasted just as good as it smelled.

By the time they finished Harrison knew he had to touch on a subject they had been avoiding, "I can't continue to stay at Nightingale, Grindelwald. I have a shop to run and Duncan will want his rooms back."

Grindelwald looked up at him and sighed, "You aren't ready. You need me nearby to even force your elemental magic into your veins rather into the air around you."

"Then come with me," shrugged Harrison, "You're powerful enough to put on glamours that won't be broken by aurors."

Grindelwald asked his mismatched eyes catching Harrison's green ones, "You would trust me with that?"

"Trust?" He asked, "No I don't trust you yet. I'm learning from you so I don't die from my powers."

"Ah now that makes more sense," he said, "What of finding your anchor?"

Harrison sighed, "There is no one I trust with to try finding an anchor in them."

Grindelwald searched his face for a long moment and said tiredly, "Just consider those around you. It has to be someone your magic is compatible with. By your reactions it will likely be a powerful dark wizard. You will have to reconsider your mindset. I have been able to keep your magic under control for now but it won't help for long. You will need your anchor."

Harrison wanted to argue but his anger caused the elemental magic to react. The air became hot and stuffy. Grindelwald reacted immediately by dropping his fork and jumping to his feet. He came around the table and grabbed his wrists locking in Harrison's magic. With his magic locked in Harrison went through the exercises and drawing as much as he could back into his core.