Freed smiled and pressed a kiss to Harry’s forehead. The three of them were a weird triad sort of relationship, with Serena thrown in at times. "Laxus is right. We will miss you so much, Little Love." He hugged him for a moment before holding out a silver and green key. This key had a replica of his Dark Ecriture as the handle and glowing runes down the rest. "Call me just as much as you call Laxus, okay. Mine is "Open Gate of the Dark Ecriture, Freed Justine"."