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Harrison's POV

He was very much aware that Tom had followed him to Albus's office. It didnt matter to him. All that mattered was that it was time for goodbyes. That was honestly the last thing he wanted to say to his mentor and friend. There wasn't a choice not this time.

As he reached the gargoyle he called out, "Sugarplums."

He did not wait for the stairs to start spiraling instead used hyperstride. It allowed him to reach Dumbledore's office much faster. Though Tom still had to use the stairs. Wizard magic unfortunately would not work unless one was the Headmaster.

Pushing the door opened he went straight for the floo. Grabbing a handful of floo powder he called, "Huntik Foundation Headquarters, Germany!"

Then he stepped into the green flames. Around him, the world spun until he was spat out into a familiar entrance hallway. Seekers from all over the world lined the walls. Many from the Huntik Council were standing by Metz's bedroom door.

Upon seeing him Japan's representative greeted, "Its been awhile young Potter. I am truly sorry we had to meet again under these circumstances."

Harrison rubbed at his eyes as he gave her a small smile, "There is nothing you could have done. When we walk this path we choose the chance we will die. That we will be cursed without a counter. It's the lifestyle we chose."

The American representative praised, "Well said lad. Metz would be proud of you for keeping your head. We all have said our goodbyes. It just Guggenheim and Vale in there now."

Harrison bowed his head in thanks before moving towards Metz's room. Only to stop when the floo spit out a very angry Tom Riddle. For a moment all they could do was blink at the wizard.

What the hell was Tom doing here? He was not a Huntik Foundation member.

Tom snarled as soon as they locked eyes, "Potter what are you doing running off for a family emergency? We are both orphans."

"Tom welcome to the German Foundation Headquarters. Why did you follow me here? It's not like you to care about anyone else but yourself."

Tom subtly flinched. To those around them, it would have been missed. To Harrison, it was as obvious as it could be. He knew he struck a cord but he was not in a forgiving mood at the moment. Tom should not have followed him here. It was not his place. This was a time for mourning within the Foundation. The Slytherin was not Foundation.

Harrison didnt wait for a reply. At this point, he didnt care about what Tom had to say. He had to say his goodbyes before it was too late. Let the other members of the Foundation deal with him.

With a quiet knock, he entered Metz's rooms. A bed was in the middle with a doctor and a nurse to one side by the machines. Machines were hooked up to a body that lay on the bed. It was so still in the room he thought for a horrifying second that he was too late. Then he caught Metz's chest rising and falling ever so slightly.

Dante and Guggenheim were standing by his bed. By the way, Dante's hands clenched at his side he was having the same guilt as Harrison. They failed their mentor in trying to save him. Metz's blood was on their hands.

Weakly a voice called out, "Harrison?"

His heart broke at how weak his mentor sounded. The once-proud man was reduced to being unable to move. Metz's will had all but faded by now and it broke him.

Swallowing his fear he walked over to Metz's bed. The dark-haired man gave him a weak smile that didnt quite reach his eyes. He was wearing a white button-down shirt that was half undone. Wires and tubes from the machines ran to him. It hurt more than he could describe seeing his mentor like this. All he wanted to do was run from the room.

A warm but weak hand grabbed his wrist. He looked back at Metz tears in his eyes. This couldn't happen he couldn't lose someone again.

Harrison went to his knees beside the bed and pressed his face into Metz's soft shirt. His mentor let out a soft sound before the hand left his wrist and was placed on his head.

Metz croaked out gently, "Harrison do not mourn over my death. Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. For goodbyes are necessary to meet again. Whether it be after moments or lifetimes meeting again is certain for those who are friends. You and Dante did everything you could. There was no stopping this curse. We knew that in the beginning. I am simply glad I could see you boys grow up. You both are fine seekers and will continue on."

Metz... how was he supposed to continue on? How could he continue fighting without his mentor? Just knowing that Metz could have died at any time while he was gone on a mission tore at him. That he could come back with the cure only to find out he was too late.

No! He could not accept this! There had to be something he could do! Something... anything.

Killing curse green eyes trailed to his right arm. There was one last thing that could be tried. There was no guarantee it would even work. Murasame both loved and hated humans. Only a select few were ever chosen to be loved by the demon. He remembered something he had been told once when he was searching for it.

Murasame was an untouchable demon blade. As it is an existence that contains life. It grants promises to those it loves and disaster to those it hates.

If there was even a chance though that he could save Metz. He had to take it!

As if in answer to his thoughts the seal that kept Murasame within his body outlined itself upon his arm. Behind him, Dante and Guggenheim took a step back as the air filled with Murasame's oppressive aura.

Mentally he pleaded with his demon, :Murasame, please... I don't care about the price to be paid. Just save him.:

Black and purple mist that he had only seen once began to come from his arm. It surrounded Harrison and Metz. He could feel himself being drained of magic and energy. Vaguely he could hear someone crying out his name. A sharp pain went through his center and he let out a harsh cry.

Riddle's POV

It wasn't surprising that he was getting death glares from most seekers present. They saw his intrusion as an insult. Tom just wanted to know what the hell was going on.

It wasnt that he followed Potter on a whim. No his magic urged him to follow the younger man. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why.

Something warmed in his pocket and for a moment he froze. It was the bead with the inscription of duty on it. Why was it glowing again?

He didnt get to contemplate this development. Dark aura was far darker than anything he had ever come across filled the air. It was so dense that it could be seen coming from the man's room. The room that Potter entered just moments prior.

Four small lights shone in the fog of the aura. Red, green, yellow, and pink. What the hell was going on?!