6 Months Later

Harry was just finishing an essay when T'Challa walked in with a wooden spear. He tossed the spear at him and Harry caught it easily. He raised an eyebrow at his adopted brother in questioning.

"We need to have a sparring match." T'Challa said seriously. Harry frowned in confusion. Harry recognized his tone of voice to mean that he intended to use the spar as a way of venting or having an argument. He thought over what had happened recently that may have upset his brother.

"I am drawing a blank brother. What is the issue?" Harry asked.

"You'll find out in the ring." T'Challa said back easily. Harry grunted in slight annoyance, but got up and followed T'Challa down to the basement where they had set up a makeshift sparring ring. T'Challa walked to the opposite side of the room and turned towards him before taking up a position with the staff.

Harry looked at him for a moment before twirling the staff experimentally before gripping it with both hands as he pointed it slightly at his brother. It was completely silent for a moment before T'Challa's eyes narrowed and he moved forward and brought the staff down. Harry quickly intercepted causing the two to clash in air before T'Challa brought it back again lower with Harry matching his movements to block the strike again.

T'Challa adjusted his grip lower to hold the staff in a much more swords like grip where Harry quickly adjusted his hands in a much wider hold. As T'Challa came down with the strike, Harry met him and watched the staff clash his right in the middle before T'Challa backed up.

"You have been hiding something from me." T'Challa finally said as he backed up for a moment.

"Have I?" Harry said before, they rushed each other once more. They came at each other with opposite side swipes that clashed. T'Challa then shifted his grip and attacked him with the opposite end forcing Harry to spin the staff momentarily to catch the tip of T'Challa's before it hit him. He pushed his brother back for a moment before coming at him with another downward strike and shifting into a sword stance once more. T'Challa followed suit to properly defend and managed to parry all three of the consecutive strikes that Harry made against him.

"You… have. You… think… I… do… not… notice… when… you… leave… and… come… back… at… suspicious… times?" T'Challa asked as they continued to trade blows, constantly changing stances and styles to the ones that most benefitted them to try and gain the upper hand while also continuing to trade blows.

Harry frowned at his brothers' words. It was true, he had done that when he went to spy on Erik but he had not known T'Challa was getting suspicious of his movements. He couldn't always go when T'Challa was gone as well because T'Challa did not always tell him his schedule. He had always used one of the classes they did not share as an excuse. Harry did not answer right away as he waited for them to pause once more before answering.

"What are you accusing me of?"

"Accusing? Now you just sound guilty. I accuse you of hiding something, not necessarily doing any wrongdoing. I wish to believe that this is simply you coming out of your shell and finally interacting with out peers, but something tells me it is not. So, what are you hiding then?" T'Challa pushed.

"And if I can't tell you?"

"Then perhaps you can tell me why you cannot tell me. We will not finish this until I get something brother." T'Challa said with a smirk as he widened his feet and got into another stance. Harry took his as well and in a split second, they were back in the spar.

Both of their movement speeds had increased as well as the frequency of using a body part in combat rather than just the staff. Harry jumped away from a kick before lunging closer and spun trying to hit him with his staff. When he missed, he left as well trying to catch him with a spinning roundhouse to which T'Challa barely managed to dodge under.

T'Challa then dropped his staff low and before Harry could respond, T'Challa swiped it upwards through his legs, causing Harry to fall back onto the floor. Before he could even think, he found the staff under his chin and his brother looking down at him in victory.

"Ugh, is that arrogance I see in your eyes. I wonder what father would think hearing that." Harry speculated.

"I think he would be too busy explaining why you are doing secret business for him while we're supposed to be doing classes." T'Challa said darkly. Harry stilled at that as he looked up at T'Challa who continued to meet his gaze steadily.

"You think I am working a mission for our father?" Harry asked.

"I know you are. Knowing you and the way you prioritize things, the chances of you putting something above our education is low. The fact that you have been doing this so diligently as well as the fact that you have been secretly writing reports behind my back tells me its an official matter."

"You saw me doing my secret reports?" Harry asked incredulously.

"You always get really quiet and glance furtively when you do your reports."

''I do?"

"You do. So, explain?"

"I can't tell you." Harry said. T'Challa glared at him.

"Why?" Harry grimaced at the question.

"Okay, look, I am not supposed to say anything about it because the matter is extremely delicate and if you knew about it you would try and get involved and that cannot absolutely not happen." Harry told him.

"It's morally questionable isn't it?" T'Challa asked.

"Yes and no. At the moment it's pretty simple, but it could lead to something messy later. At some point I may bring you in, not for help making a decision, but to help try and avoid certain outcomes. That being said, I don't want you to be involved unless necessary. Do you trust me?" Harry asked.

"You know I do, but you cannot ignore the fact that we are young. We're not even legal adults and you're already doing questionable missions? That seems wrong." T'Challa pointed out.

"I understand what you're saying and to some level I agree. I was assigned to this mission because I was one of the few in a position to accomplish it, not because your father necessarily wanted me on it." Harry explained.

"That seems unlikely."

"It is a… odd position." Harry admitted. T'Challa looked at him for a second.

"You will come to me if you need help, yes?"

"You have my word."

"Then I will leave it alone." T'Challa said, backing down. He finally reached down and helped Harry to his feet.

"Thank you, brother." Harry said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Just don't bite off more than you can chew, as they say." T'Challa said, giving him a smile. Harry gave him a playful push and a smile as they left the sparring arena.

2 Months

Harry sat on the top of a building at MIT under a basic disillusionment charm as he watched Erik talking with a girl. Erik was… smooth. He wasn't exactly friendly, but he had an air of danger around him that seemed to attract others and his sarcasm was amusing to say the least. It kept others around him at the least.

To Harry though, it looked like the boy was just going through the motions. He was just doing what was expected of him so that he could go through without being looked at too carefully. It honestly wasn't healthy. It was also for this reason that Harry finally decided to meet with him.

In a moment, he apparated away and into the dorm that Erik stayed in. The boy never invited anyone into his room so he didn't really have to worry about him coming with someone. He sat on a recliner in the room and gracefully crossed his legs as he waited for Erik to arrive. It took upwards of ten minutes before the man came into the room. He didn't seem to notice him as he turned and closed the door behind him. As he turned back though, his eyes immediately found Harry's own. He watched as every muscle tensed in the man. Harry tilted his head slightly as he looked at him.

"Word of advice. You usually don't want to be at the place you're robbing when the owner of the place gets there."

"Well, that depends. Sometimes you need the owner to reveal where something else, so you wait around to get the information from them. Though that's not why I am here." Harry said back.

"Oh yeah? Well, why don't you tell me what you're doing here kid so I can call your mommy to come pick you up."

"I'm here to meet you. I've been watching you for a while Erik." Harry said to him calmly. Erik didn't seem to like the fact that he knew who he was. With a twitch of his wrist, Erik suddenly had a knife and he threw it at him. Harry didn't even flinch as the knife sailed right next to his head and impaled itself into the recliner, he was sitting in. Harry just raised an eyebrow at him.

"Was that necessary?"

"Was it? You seem to know a lot about me and you're looking really comfortable in my personal space. If I wanted, I could kill you right now and it would just be in self-defense."

"Self-defense against a minor that led to his death. Especially with your chosen career path? You sure you want to do that?"

"I'm thinking it might be worth it."

"Hmm, well, I misread that then." Harry said with some amusement.

"Why don't you just tell me what you're doing here." Erik said. Harry shrugged. He reached up and folded his lip revealing a purple number written on the inside of his lip. As soon as he saw it, a dark look appeared over his eyes.

"Did that answer your question?"

"You've got a lot of balls to be standing in from of me right now." Erik said.

"Believe me, I know. Sadly, there was nothing left to do, so, here I am. I am just here to talk. I know you must have a lot of questions." Harry said.

"Do you even know who the fuck I am?"

"And who is it you think you are?"

"I AM YOU'RE PRINCE!" Erik yelled as he charged at him. Harry stood and watched him approach. As soon as he reached his hand out to him, Harry grabbed it and spun to throw the boy over his shoulder. Erik went sailing over him and slamming into his own walls. It's didn't seem to faze him before he easily got up and glared at him again, this time, sizing him up.

"Again, I would really appreciate it if we calmed down and just talked Erik."

"That's not my name."

"Perhaps not, but you have not yet earned to be called your true name. The name Erik is for the boy who has never seen Wakanda nor cares about its interest. N'Jadaka is the name of the prince who must one day open his eyes to the truth. Until you are N'Jadaka, I will call you Erik." Harry told him coldly. Erik charged at him again, this time, much more carefully. He threw a bunch which Harry easily evaded and returned with his own to the boy's face.

Erik blocked the attack before trying to uppercut Harry. Harry again easily dodged the movement and slammed his foot on top of his enemies, causing Erik to become stunned long enough for Harry to connect a punch to his nose that laid him out on the floor. Harry took a few steps back before giving Erik a dry look.

"Erik." He said in annoyance. Erik glared up at him with hatred. It would have looked less intimidating if he wasn't sprawled out on the floor and bleeding from the nose. Harry sighed.

"Alright. Maybe we will try this again when the feelings aren't so fresh. I'm going to come back again at some point. Have a nice day." Harry said as he walked out of the room. As soon as he closed the door behind him, he apparated.

The next thing he knew, T'Challa was looking at him, startled from their living room couch. There was silence for a moment as Harry realized that T'Challa did not know he could do that.

"Did you just teleport into our living room or were you invisible and simply reappeared?" T'Challa asked.

"I teleported… Don't tell your dad." Harry said. T'Challa just sighed before just waving him off. He smiled, before continuing walking up the stairs.

Two Weeks Later

Harry sat once more in the dorm of Erik as he waited for him to get back from his last class of the day. Harry had actually been impressed this time as it seemed that Erik had actually booby trapped the house. The recliner, for example, had most of its cushion removed and had several knives waiting to stab into whoever sat in it.

There was also makeshift trip wire traps hidden under the mess that Harry imagined he purposefully left on the floor to trick people. He simply vanished most of them while Erik wasn't there and put a cushioning charm on the cushion so It worked as regular.

Again, it didn't take long for Erik to arrive though he noticed him this time as soon as he entered the door. He paused for a moment before continuing into the room silently. He closed and locked the door behind him and then looked at Harry. For a moment, his eyes flickered curiously downwards onto the chair Harry was sitting before meeting his gaze again.

"Are you ready to talk or should I just skip straight to the part where I leave?" Harry asked.

"Let's talk." He said gruffly.

"Great. Why don't you sit down on your bed?" Harry said with a disarming smile. Erik just glowered at him for it.

"So, why don't you ask some questions that I know you have mulling about in that head of yours." Harry said.

"Why?" Erik said, jumping straight in.

"I am not a mind reader Erik. Please be more specific." Harry stated.

"Why did my uncle kill my father? Or did you not know that part?" Erik spat out.

"I did in fact know that, I simply assumed you already knew why. Judging by the chain wrapped around your neck and the hidden files you have hidden under the floorboards." Harry said blandly as possible.

"He was a prince!"

"Which meant he is held to a higher moral standard than the average Wakandan, not a lesser one." Harry pointed out to him. Erik stood up rapidly and started pacing as he clearly did not like what he was hearing from him.

"Did that mean he was not to be judged for his crimes? It gave the King a valid excuse to cut his own brother down in cold blood!?"

"Of course not." Harry said easily.

"Then why!" Erik demanded as he stopped pacing and yelled directly at him.

"When the King first came to your father all those years ago, it was not to kill him, it was too arrest him for his crimes so he could be judged by the council. When confronted, your father became angry at his brother's lack of understanding and empathy to the people suffering in this country. He pulled a weapon on a fellow Wakandan and discharged several rounds, forcing the King to put him down to protect the others." Harry told him calmly. Erik said nothing as he went back to pacing.

Harry let him. He couldn't imagine the pain he was experiencing from having to relive these memories and having to reevaluate the way he saw things not only to be acceptable in his mind but also to keep his justified hatred of the King.

"He left the body there." Erik said finally.

"Indeed, he did."

"Why?"

"Two reasons that boil down to the same reason when it comes down to it. Dishonor. When he found out your father was a possible traitor, the King did not want to believe it. He came to America suddenly and without telling anyone save for a rare few. When he confronted your father and found out it was true, his initial intention was to take him before the council to be judged. Once he was dead though, it complicated things. Though he technically did nothing wrong, it would look bad that he killed his own brother in the circumstances. Your father had already done something dishonorable and then the king did as well. As family, it could be called into question whether the family was the right one to rule Wakanda. With that in mind, the King decided to leave his brother behind and declared him Missing in Action. With that, his brother could be presumed dead after doing his duty and the King would not have others question his family." Harry explained.

"Which is why I was left behind?" Erik asked, looking away.

"Exactly. Had you been brought to Wakanda the story would not work."

"So just like that, huh? I'm not the convenient truth so I get thrown away like trash?"

"Why do you think I am here Erik. How do you think I know so much about you? You think Wakanda simply abandoned you and left you to die? You're smart, is that what you actually think has happened here?" Harry asked.

"Maybe, maybe not. It's still fucked up and not right."

"Agreed. After he left you, the King had you discreetly watched by those who could be trusted. He wanted to make sure you would be okay and if you weren't he would do what he could to fix it. It's also partially the reason why I am here."

"What, so he finally going to bring me back to Wakanda?"

"Absolutely not."

"What?" Erik said, getting mad once more and squaring his shoulders as he approached Harry. Harry raised his hand in a signal to calm down. Erik paused at this.

"I will explain, but not today. You have learned a lot today and I think you need to process and digest that. I am going to leave and come back another time. Probably in two or three days." Harry said as he easily slid out of the chair.

"Wait, hold on, what?"

"Yep, so I will see you soon."

"You can't leave."

"Yeah, I can. Don't make me have to break your nose to do it please. I'd really rather not." Harry said as he sidestepped the man and walked to the door. Erik tried to grab his arm to stop him, but Harry moved to quickly for him and was out the door before he could be stopped. Since the hall was once again empty, he apparated as soon as the door closed behind him. He once more appeared in the living room of his house. This time, his brother was not home to see him return. Not that it mattered, Harry decided to sit on the couch and watch some TV to relax.

He spent a couple of hours watching some show called Seinfeld until T'Challa finally arrived home. T'Challa entered the home and his shoulders were slumped and he looked tired. He took one look at Harry before slumping on the couch next to him.

"Long day?" Harry asked.

"You could say that." T'Challa said. Harry frowned as he heard his tone.

"Something wrong?" Harry asked.

"Not really wrong. Another girl wished to spend… extracurricular time with me." T'Challa said switching to Xhosa.

"Ahhhh. I see. You're still saving yourself for Nakia are you?" Harry asked in a teasing tone. T'Challa frowned and kicked him with his foot.

"It's not that."

"Is that so? Yeah, you look like a guy that's totally over her. But I wonder, is dear Nakia also waiting for you?" Harry asked. T'Challa frowned and glared at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked.

"I'm just wondering if she is also putting her life on pause while she waits for you to come home?" Harry teased. In truth, it was actually something he was worried about. Nakia was an intelligent and kind girl, but she shouldn't have to wait for his brother to get his act together. T'Challa was a prince and was the most desirable matchup in all of Wakanda. It was also known how much he liked Nakia. Other girls might be willing to wait, but Nakia was much too headstrong to care about who he was and put her life on hold for him.

"Maybe we should go settle this downstairs." T'Challa suggested with a clear glint of malice in his eyes. Harry simply rolled his eyes.

"You can't solve all your problems with violence you meat-head." Harry teased. T'Challa and he continued to go back and forth at each other for a while until T'Challa finally decided he wanted to go take a nap. Harry let him go and he decided he should go up to his room as well. He was planning to start some homework he had been putting off, but as he was about to do that, he heard a noise emitting from his pocket.

He looked down and saw it was his cell phone. It looked like a regular cell phone but it had actually been tinkered with by some engineers in Wakanda to give it a few more features. He looked at the screen and recognized the caller ID, it was his King father.

"Hello." He said into the phone as he answered.

"Hello, Hadrian." His father greeted warmly.

"Father. How is everything?"

"Good, good… Well, not as well as it could be." T'Chaka admitted. Harry's face scrunched in concern.

"What is wrong?" Harry asked.

"We tried to apprehend Klaue yesterday." T'Chaka admitted with only slight reluctance. Harry knew who Klaue was as he was the man T'Chaka had used to fully blame for the attack where several terrorists snuck into Wakanda and stole their Vibranium.

"I take it from your tone, he got away." Harry stated.

"He did. Every time we think we have him, he manages to slip right through our fingers." T'Chaka said with some venom in his tone.

"That is good. If he only manages to slip through our fingers than that means he has most likely just been getting lucky for the most part. We just need to wait for him to slip up once and he will be within our jaws." Harry said to his father.

"You are right, as usual." T'Chaka said after a moment sounding less down than he had originally.

"Indeed. Now, is there any other reason you called me?" Harry asked. He had a feeling he knew the true reason why his father was calling him.

"There is. I actually wished to inquire about your mission." T'Chaka asked lightly.

"Were my reports not sufficient?" Harry asked in an almost teasing fashion.

"No, they were perfect as always but… I wished to get your impression first hand. So, what is the boy like?"

"He… Is complicated. He is fiercely intelligent but also has a raging inferno inside of him. He is more receptive than I expected, but I am sure it will not be such a simple matter. No son wants to believe their father was a bad person. I also believe that he has similar beliefs as his father. Even if I can convince him you did not simply come in and kill his father, he may never come around to our way of thinking. He too believes in the same ideals, his father had, that Wakanda should use its resources to help African descendants all over the world." Harry finished.

"That… will certainly make your mission harder. You know I wish for the success of your mission Hadrian, but I also need to know that if you cannot complete the first objective that you will not have any problem going through with the second." T'Chaka spoke with seriousness. Harry paused for a moment. His father was talking about killing Erik If need be.

"I will, but I am confident I can at least make sure he will not be a threat." Harry said to his father.

"If you think for a moment you cannot…"

"Then I will contact you. Yes, I know the protocol." Harry said to him.

"Good, and Hadrian?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"Of course, father."

Several Weeks Later.

Harry was now once more sitting in Eriks dorm at the table next to the small kitchen. On the table were two bags of McDonalds. Erik just looked at him in confusion as he approached.

"I haven't eaten today, so I decided to grab some food before coming. I got you some things as well." Harry said kindly to the man. Erik scowled, but sat down and started rifling through the bag that was in front of him as Harry did the same.

"So, you're back." Erik stated, trying to sound neutral as he eyed Harry.

"So, I am." Harry agreed. He watched as Erik continued to look him over, clearly trying to figure out all his weaknesses. Impressive for someone who still had no formal training.

"I assume you have some more questions?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I got a question. Who the fuck are you?" Erik demanded. Harry had a feeling this was coming.

"Can you elaborate further?"

"You know what I'm talking about. I know for a fact Wakanda hasn't accepted foreigners into its country since its creation. It doesn't even have an embassy. So how does a little white boy like you claim to come from there."

"Ah. Well the circumstances are a little strange. Basically, I woke up in a jungle near Wakanda with no memories about a decade ago. I then found my way into the borders, but was attacked and left dying on the rainforest floor. I passed out from blood loss and when I awoke, I was in a Wakandan hospital." Harry explained.

"You had amnesia?" Erik asked for clarification as he squinted in suspicion at him. He couldn't blame him. Wakanda was secretly the most advanced country in the world and did not accept outsiders. Anyone who knew of its secrets would try to infiltrate it and it sounded like that is what Harry had been doing.

"Indeed, I did. I get some flashes of my life before, but they come and go at almost random." Harry told him. There was no harm in telling him such a thing.

"How convenient." Erik said.

"Not for me." Harry said back blandly.

"So, some little white boy shows up and they just welcome him with open arms?"

"Not exactly. There was a search to find someone related to me when I arrived and nothing came up. After that, it was suggested by a very strong majority to send me to an orphanage at a European nation and wash their hands of me." Harry revealed.

"And?"

"After further discussion the King believed it would be more beneficial to keep me in Wakanda instead, and so, several years later, here I am." Harry explained. Erik listened patiently but it seemed he was getting angrier with his words. This did not cause Harry to stop though. He had a feeling he knew what he was getting so angry about and it was better it was dealt with now instead of later.

"How fucking lucky for you." Erik spat, looking like he wanted to jump over the table and beat Harry to death.

"My words have angered you… You are upset because you think Wakanda would rather take in a white foreigner than its own prince. Am I correct?" Harry asked. Erik glared at him further for a moment before seemingly calming down and shrugging.

"Doesn't matter. I'll make sure to fix all of this when it's my turn in the sun." Erik stated as if it was a fact. Harry smiled at him.

"If you say so." Harry said, showing no concern which caused Erik to glare at him.

"Your face is going to get stuck like that if you continue to do it." Harry pointed out.

"Shut the hell up." Erik said with annoyance. Harry shrugged.

"Any other questions?"

"When can I go to Wakanda?" Erik asked bluntly.

"That depends on you." Harry said.

"The fuck does that mean?" Erik shot back.

"It means that you have expressed similar militant beliefs to your father and we both know the damage he did. Before you can ever see Wakanda, it needs to be decided if you too will be a threat to its safety." Harry told him.

"So, that's why you are here? To evaluate me?" Erik scoffed.

"Something like that." Harry said.

"And if I don't pass your little evaluation."

"I have faith that you will… eventually. But if you don't, then you will not see Wakanda, ever." Harry replied, finishing his sentence with a palpable coldness.

Erik remained silent as his words as he continued to stare at Harry. Harry did not back down from his gaze as he continued to stare back.

"Get the fuck out of my house."

Harry sighed as he stood easily and moved away. This was going to take a long time indeed.