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Harrison's POV

The papers were signed for his admittance into Nightingale and Ozpin's teaching contract. In two weeks Harrison would be on the train and Ozpin had his tattoo reactivated. Once that was done they were given a list of current books and classes he could take.

Ozpin explained later that evening after Durant left, "Students who make it to their third year at Nightingale get a tattoo of their house guardian on the right forearm. It doubles as a portkey to the school during your years there. This marks them forever as a member of Nightingale. There are many trials ahead of those who wish to be students there. I cannot tell you what they are but there are two tests that determine if you are right for the school before classes even start. If you fail either you will not be allowed within its halls. My contract has a stipulation in it that if you were to fail or be expelled I would leave with you. Nightingale only has a week break once a year during Christmas. I refuse to be separated from you for that long."

It was an intriguing notion to make a tattoo a portkey. Harrison hoped that they taught the magic at Nightingale. It would be something he would want to learn.

That night he slept fitfully as his father promised to take him to the magical sector in the morning. They would get all of his school supplies there. Which included a custom wand. Something not seen very often with regular wizards. Every wand or staff in some cases would be custom made to the witch or wizard in the school.

Nightingale according to his father wasn't like most magical schools. At the moment there were only three others in the world like it. Almost their entire student body had some kind of creature blood within them. Whether one was a were a vampire, a demon, or something in between they had a place within the school.

It didnt matter if they were bitten or born all creatures were accepted. There were still the tests that they had to pass but the fail rate for creatures was much lower than for those completely human.

Full humans that were accepted earlier than their 11th birthday belonged to one of two categories. The Garde which Harrison belonged to were magically stronger than regular witches and wizards. Many were capable of wandless magic and other feats. A small group had more power than an entire army.

Then there was the Oraculi. They were physically stronger than even most creatures. They were the protectors of the Garde. A bond formed at birth between the Garde and Oraculi. One that would not show up on any bloodline test. It was to protect both sides from those who wished them harm.

It was only when they came into contact with each other that one knew who was their Garde or Oraculi.

When morning finally came he was a bouncing ball of energy. It was a surprise when Sirius and Remus had arrived via floo. His father apparently called them.

They were happy for him to be going to a school early and equally as happy to go with him to get supplies. During the night he had chosen his two electives for the year. He would be doing animagus training and battle magic. Both would be useful later in life and Nightingale didnt require students to register their forms.

After breakfast was finished they flooed to the Alley. Ozpin went first, Harrison followed directly after. Remus was next after him and last was Sirius. The Alley was brimming with people as was expected. The schools would be starting in a few weeks parents would be getting their children ready.

Their first stop was the robe shop where he got three summer and winter plain black robes. Two white dress shirts, four plain short-sleeved and long-sleeved shirts, four black trousers. They were all fitted to him but charms would allow them to grow with him for two years. Then he would have to be refitted.

After the robe shop, they went to the trunk shop. Ozpin ordered him a seven compartment trunk. The first two were for regular storage. The third was for potion storage and lab. It was large and warded against explosions. There were charms that would allow gases to escape so he wouldn't be poisoned.

The fourth compartment was a library. It would hold up to two thousand books in it. There were places to sit in and if he needed to search there were scrolls that connected to every book. All he would have to do was write a key point that he was looking for and it would bring him all the books with it.

The fifth compartment was a forge room. It worked much the same as his potion lab. When he asked Ozpin about it the man only smiled knowingly.

The sixth was a dueling room that was fully equipped. Dummies lined the walls. Targets were painted on their chest. Depending on if a spell was underpowered, overpowered, or perfect it would show different colors. A scroll would appear giving him an overview of what level his spells were at. He could also duel with the dummies to practice his skills.

Finally, his seventh compartment was a one bedroom one bath apartment. It held a full kitchen as well. Ozpin refused to explain why he would need it. Sometimes he truly did not understand his father.

The trunk was outfitted to have strong security wards, shrinking and growing charms. It would keep anyone that didn't have his permission from entering.

From there they went to get his books where they spent two hours. He got books on animagus training, ancient runes, warding, and inscriptions. The inscription course caught his eye when he was looking at available electives. He would have to wait until his second year for it though. Battle magic and animagus training were more important.

After that, they got potions ingredients and other required supplies. Then there was only his wand left.

The wand shop was at the end of the alley in a back corner. Those who were just sightseeing wouldn't notice it. Instead of just walking in like one normally Ozpin knocked.

"Enter," came a voice a moment later.

Ozpin said to Sirius and Remus, "Stay here. Entering this shop without permission is disrespectful. And she would not be happy to have more than two people in it at one time."

Both of his godfathers nodded and with that Harrison was led inside. Boxes lining the walls were the first thing that he noticed. The next thing was the sense of power. The person who owned this shop was extremely powerful.

A voice said breaking through his thoughts, "Well if it Ozpin Black. I never thought I would see you in my shop again. I trust your wand still serves you well."

Ozpin smiled slightly as he replied, "It does. I am not here for myself this time though. This is Harrison Black, my son. He is starting at Nightingale this year."

A woman came around the corner so fast Harrison thought she apparated. She was a short woman just under five feet in height. She looked to be about sixty years old. Her grey were grey much like Sirius's. They pierced him with an assessing stare.

For a long moment, the two just stared at each other. Then she said with a huff, "The missing Potter son. Ozpin what have you gotten yourself into adopting a disgraced Potter?"

Ozpin growled causing Harrison to flinch, "James Potter is a disgrace to the title pureblood. He disowned the boy in blood and magic. For being a squib was his reasoning."

The woman laughed hauntingly, "Then James Potter is a fool. That boy has more power than I have seen in a long time. A Garde no doubt. Well, come on boy let's get you to the back. You need a custom wand if you're to go to Nightingale."

They followed her into the back where tables upon tables lay magical wood and cores. The woman ordered, "Go over there and find a wood that pulls at your magic. Then bring it to me. It is okay to choose more than one but pick them up in order of the stronger pull."

Harrison moved over towards the wood allowing his magic to direct him. It was near the end of the third table that he found one of his first wood but with his magic directing him, there was still another. It was on the last table according to his magic. He went straight for it rather than going over each wood.

Bringing them to the wandmaker she stated with a grin, "Just like your father then. He too has an Aspen wand. Your first one however was black walnut. Less common than the standard walnut wand, that of black walnut seeks a master of good instincts and powerful insight. Black walnut is a very handsome wood, but not the easiest to master. Paired with a sincere, self-aware owner, however, it becomes one of the most loyal and impressive wands of all, with a particular flair in all kinds of charmwork. Aspen on the other hand is often an accomplished duellist or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century dueling club, which called itself the Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. Just by the wood alone, I know your fellow students won't know what hit them when it comes to you. Go find your core so that I can get to work on this wand of yours."

Following his magic to the core was much more difficult. There were two equal pulls in opposite directions. He wasnt sure which to follow. Eventually, he chose the one to his left since it was closer. It was a golden feather, unlike anything he had seen before. Definitely not a Phoenix feather.

Ignoring the wandmaker for a moment he followed the second pull that if anything became more insistent. It led him to a vial of clear liquid. There were powerful charms all over the vial. Whatever was in it was dangerous.

He brought them to her and watched with interest as she paled considerably. She looked like she was going to faint for a moment.

Ozpin questioned carefully, "What was chosen?"

She said holding up the feather first, "A Thunderbird feather. Very few wizards have the power to tame their strength anymore. Its particularly prized by Transfigurers and can sense danger and cast curses on their own," she paused as she held up the vial, "Basilisk venom. It's the only vial I have given to me by a friend almost thirty years ago. Before he lost his mind to the Dark Arts. We can expect great things from you, young Black. Will you stand by your morals or will you lose yourself to the darkness as so many have before you? Your fate and the fate of our world will be intertwined forever."

Harrison growled, "No one can control me. I am my own person and I will follow my own path. Not a path that someone tries to layout for me."

"Stubborn just like Ozpin and your grandfather. I look forward to seeing what you do in the future. Now be gone with you. It will be ready for you tomorrow morning."