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Another morning of them working on Occlumency had Harrison antsy. Sitting still was not one of his strong points. He always felt as if he should be moving and doing something with his hands. Even small amounts of time doing meditation had him want to change into his animagus form and go for a run.

That was completely out of the question. There was no one he trusted currently in the school with the knowledge of what he was. Part of it was because he was unregistered. Which was punishable by up to 2 year in Azkaban and or a 2,000 galleon fine. That kind of money was no joke to the young man. No one, not even Durant knew about what it was. Even if the man suspected that he had one.

Durant lost any right to knowing his secrets when he went behind Harrison's back to bring Gellert in. Harrison actually trusted the man not to spread around that he was a time traveler yet Gellert knew. He knew without Harrison being consulted first. It was a breech of his trust and privacy.

So during his time back at Nightingale he avoided the Headmaster at all costs. If he came in for a progress report on Harrison, the young man would find an excuse to leave. Every time he did there was a flash of anger in the Headmaster's gaze. Good. He was now getting a small portion of what Harrison felt.

One particular morning found Harrison and Gellert eating after the morning practice. In front of Harrison was a book on Egyptian Runes as he was going to once again try out his spell. It would work. He knew it would. All he had to do was find the right combination of runes and words.

Gellert was eyeing him from across the table warily. He had gotten used to Harrison's "experiments". Experiments which more often than not ended with something exploding. Namely Harrison. More than once the man had to heal a nasty gash and even a few broken bones. None of which deterred Harrison from trying again later that day.

A knock on the door drew their attention and Gellert called out, "Come in."

Durant came in and Harrison stood his eyes focusing back on his book. He was doing calculations in his head. Maybe if he switched the second circle runes with the lunar runes. Or possibly the solar runes from Greece in the third circle.

Durant said snappishly, "Evans stop," Harrison stopped still not looking up from his book, "You've been avoiding me. Why?"

Harrison answered waiving the man off, "It's nothing, Headmaster Durant. I have things to do and work on."

"That's a lie," accused Durant.

A sigh escaped Harrison. The man was going to do this now? Why couldn't he just drop it? Green eyes flashed and the air slowly began to heat as his elemental magic seeped out of his core. Gellert watched them with an interested expression.

Harrison growled his left hand flexing as he felt the old ragged scar twinge, "Are you calling me a liar, Durant?"

"I am," answered the man equally as cold, "You have been avoiding me and I want to know why. After all I've done for you why are you avoiding me?"

Alright he was going to do this now then. Fine. Harrison shut the book with a loud thump and laid it on a nearby table. No need to ruin a good book for this man's stupidity. The air began to smell faintly of smoke a clear indicator that his elemental magic was reacting. Gellert gave him a sharp look but he ignored it. If this was going to happen it would happen now.

Using his spacial ring he called forth his intermediate CAD. It appeared in his hand and without taking his eyes off of Durant he slipped it over his wrist and tightened the straps. Every movement was watched closely by the Headmaster.

Gellert tried to diffuse the situation, "Now now you two. There is no reason to start a duel in the kitchen."

It went unnoticed between the two. Durant had his wand out ready in case Harrison made the first move. He was happy that he was a Technomage it meant he could get spells ready without making hand movements. A grade one magic circle was already forming in the palm of his hand.

Durant asked with an edge of tiredness, "What is the problem, Evans?"

Harrison said with ice coating his tone, "You broke my trust, Durant. You contacted someone," a nod was given to Gellert, "Without my permission. You told him things that should have stayed private. So no. I don't really want to be around you anymore. Nightingale will always be my home but I cannot trust you."

Durant's face twisted into something familiar, disappointment as he snapped, "That's what this is about? That I broke out Grindelwald? I did so for you! If I hadn't you would have died."

"You did so before I was in trouble," pointed out Harrison lighting beginning to spark between his fingers, "And that is why I no longer trust you."

There was nothing he could say to that. There was no excuse for going behind Harrison's back.

...

It was another two weeks before Harrison was able to return to his shop. Durant had not come back since that day. He would speak with Gellert but seemed to respect his decision. Gellert spent every day pushing him to his very limits. From dueling to mental exercises to build up his strength in Occlumency. Harrison hated the mind magic work. No matter what he tried it always ended with him in a foul mood and with a massive headache. Dueling by far was his favorite activity.

No matter how many times Harrison thought of it he couldn't understand how Gellert lost against Dumbledore. The Dark Lord had an array of spells that made Voldemort seem like a first year in comparison.

Both men had packed up their few items, Harrison including several books. Once everything was packed up they headed out of their rooms. Going down the familiar hallways Harrison was able to keep them from running into students. Gellert kept right on his heels as they made it out into the sunlight. It was a warm day and there were shouts of students who were excitedly working on something. If he had to guess it was Battle Magic they were likely working on cooperation. There wasn't any time for him to watch or give pointers. It was time for him to head back.

So they went through the courtyard and headed for the forest. To the uninitiated it would have been impossible to see the path. Every student walked this path during their first year. It was the first of many tests. Harrison was able to recognize it for what he was and followed it to the edge of the wards.

Once they stepped through the ward so that they could apparate he offered his arm to Grindelwald. The Dark Lord took it and he was about to apparate. Only to turn and look back at the school. His heart cried out for it. Just like Hogwarts in his youth Nightingale had been his home. This would not be his last visit he silently swore. He would come back.

With that thought he apparated back to his shop ready to get back to work.