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The Headmaste's office was a simplistic room with bookcases in one corner and a window in the other. A place plain looking desk that was stacked high with carefully organized papers. A dark haired man with sharp features and dark grey eyes sat in a comfortable looking chair. There was a similar chair in front of his desk that Harrison sat in.
As he waited for Headmaster Jack Durant to acknowledge him, Harrison cast his senses out. The scent of the room was heavy with dust from the old books. As usual Durant's magic was tightly controlled around him. Harrison had tight control over his magic it was a requirement for being a Technomage. His control however doesn't hold a candle to the Headmasters.
"Do you know why I called you here, Harrison?" Questioned Durant in a deep American accented voice.
Harrison shook his head and said, "No sir. Did something happen?"
Durant looked up at him and pierced him with a cold look. Magical pressure encased him making it almost impossible for Harrison to move. A shiver ran down his spine. Harrison would mess with and annoy many people in the school. It was part of the fun. There were two people he wouldn't dare do so to. His Master and Headmaster Durant. Durant was a serious man who did not take kindly to foolish behavior.
Instinctively Harrison's magic rose to the threat waiting just under his skin. It was ready for battle just in case he was attacked. While his brain reminded him that he was in no way skilled enough to fight Durant. King of the Students or not.
Whatever he saw in Harrison's face must have convinced him of something. He put down the book he was reading and then the pressure let up and Durant picked up a piece of paper. He held it out To Harrison who took it but didn't look at first. Instead he watched the Headmaster who steepled his fingers in front of him.
Taking that as permission Harrison looked at the paper he was given. Rage filled him as he read.
To Headmaster Durant,
I am writing to you to inform you that I wish to withdraw my son from your school. You and your teachers have not proven to me that Harrison is benefiting from attending your school. In fact he has become more defiant since joining Nightingale. So I wish to have Harrison pulled from your school as soon as possible.
James Fleamont Potter
Lord of the Potter Family
What. The. Fuck?! He was going to kill his father! In the meantime however he had to get ahead of this.
Harrison asked through clenched teeth, "Is there any way we can prevent my father from doing this? I have no intentions on returning to him or attending Hogwarts. Their curriculum is far below that of Nightingale."
"Of course it is," barked Durant, "That Headmaster of theirs has his head so far up his own ass he will never admit it. And those who graduate from Hogwarts can only find employment in England for a reason. The more talented ones can find work with Gringotts or the Dragon Keepers but they are rare."
Harrison nodded. He refused to lose all the progress he had made in setting himself apart from his family. If it came to it he would announce his Masteries and become emancipated. Due to his work he had a good relationship with the goblins already. It would be a matter of contacting Chief Ragnarok.
Durant continued after a moment, "Thankfully as you are past your 3rd Year here they can't force you out. Unless I expel you which isn't happening as you haven't broken the rules you cannot be forced out. Keller has already declared he would be willing to be your Benefactor. Or you can contact your Patron Lord Nott."
For a moment Harrison considered it and then said, "I don't want to be a burden to Master Keller or Lord Nott. I can take on some extra Freelance work for the Guild if it comes to that."
"Don't give me that, brat," snapped Durant surprising Harrison, "You will take one of their help if it comes down to it. That is what they are there for. If you take anymore Freelance work your grades will start to slip. How would that look to your younger years?"
Harrison had to admit the man was right. Already he was taking on quite a bit of Freelance work. He put his earnings in a vault that his family couldn't access. The surprising thing however was Durant snapping at him. Durant was normally calm and clear headed. It seemed James Potter had gotten under his skin. That was unfortunate... For James Potter.
"You're right," admitted Harrison out loud, "I have members of my House counting on me. If it comes down to it I'll accept Master Keller's aid."
A new paper was placed on the desk as Durant ordered, "Read and sign this. I'll send it to your father."
The paper was a politely worded letter essentially telling James Potter he didn't have a leg to stand on. Something about it felt wrong however. Internally Harrison felt as if he was missing something important. So he put the new letter down and checked the first.
His eyes widened and Harrison slammed his hands on the desk. The writing was wrong! He hadn't noticed it at first because it was a close thing but this was a forgery.
"Headmaster Durant wait," demanded Harrison harshly and it got a raised eyebrow in response, "This is not my father's handwriting. It's a close forgery but not a match."
"Are you sure?" Questioned Durant with fierce eyes.
Harrison grinned in response as he knew exactly who would try such a thing, "Yes sir. There are only two people who would do such a thing."
"Who?"
"My mother," here he paused before continuing, "And Dumbledore. I need to make contact with my father. Alone."
Durant brought his hands away from his face and tapped his fingers on the desk in thought. Then he said, "Give me a few days. I'll arrange a reason for Lord Potter to come alone."
"Yes sir."
