Disclaimer: It's in chapter one

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The man and the woman took Harry in. They taught him that they were called Carrog and Cysged. They lived in a small cottage in a forest that he had yet to find the edge of, although he hadn't ever travelled very far before. The cottage was made of logs and it rested in a small clearing with a garden of fruits and vegetables and berries behind it and a gravel path which wandered into the dark depths of the forest.

Harry, who was now two years old, had developed rather quickly, he was a bright child and a competent gardener, when Carrog or Cysged helped him at least. His own part of the garden was comprised of mostly flowers. The majority of the flowers were red, he'd taken to the colour and many of his toys were now red. The rest of the flowers were blue. He also had a bed of strawberry plants as they were his favourite food. Unfortunately Carrog and Cysged both worked in a place far away from their home. Sometimes one of them would be gone for the day to work while the other stayed with Harry.

One such time Harry, who was now called Taranau so that he would be better hidden, had been gardening with Cysged for a whole morning while Carrog was at work. After gardening Taranau had been tired and they had decided to nap, out in the garden. Taranau rested in Cysged's arms as she closed her eyes and let time pass around her.

Later that afternoon Cysged had opened her eyes to find that Taranau was no longer resting in her arms, how long had passed, when had he woken, how could she not have noticed? She searched the cottage and the garden for him. He was nowhere to be found. She called for him and rushed into the forest to find him.

After a short while she came across a centaur who was patrolling the borders of the herd's territory. Carrog and Cysged had befriended many of the magical races a long time ago, the centaurs among them. The herd that shared the forest with them were widely regarded, by the centaur people as a whole, to be the most precise in regards to divination.

"Greetings Grandmother!" He called as he saw her. "What brings you from your Hearth today?" He bent his front legs when he came closer and bowed his head. When he rose again he caught sight of her face and the distress on it. He noticed the winds whipping through the forest and the leaves rushing with them. The branches above trembled. "Grandmother? Has something happened? Is Grandfather harmed?"

Her head shook from side to side. The wild look in her eyes frightened him. Not all the centaurs in the forest together could stop a vengeful Grandparent of the Forest, he hoped Grandfather had not been hurt. "I've lost my foal." She whispered into the wind, he could barely hear over the quickly rising wind. "He wandered into the forest while I rested and now I cannot find him. Oh my little Taranau."

Then suddenly the winds died. A giggle could be heard in the distance, only softly but Cysged could hear it clearly. She shot off to her left, outpacing the centaur as she ran, the very shadows of the forest carrying her ever faster until she saw him. She calmed then, slowed to a walk and lost the wild look in her eyes, her child was safe now.

He was sat on a fallen tree with a young peregrine falcon sat beside him. It had beautiful grey and black feathers which were perfectly shaped, its oval wings were well defined and its talons and beak were in perfect condition. His fingers ran through the feathers and he giggled again. Cysged stepped out from the trees around her towards him and he saw her. He pulled his hand away from the falcon and his face clearly showed his guilt especially when he saw how worried Cysged had been. The falcon hopped closer until it eventually flew up to Taranau's shoulder, Cysged noted that it was a young falcon, it couldn't have been older than Taranau.

"Does she know where our home is?" Cysged asked, Taranau nodded. She stepped forward and whistled. A gentle wind blew around Taranau, making it easier for the young falcon to get above the trees. The falcon took to the wind. "Go to the Hearth little one, I shall bring my chick there shortly." The falcon rode the wind upwards and disappeared above the trees. Taranau squirmed slightly on the fallen tree as Cysged turned to look at him.

"Sorry." Taranau whispered. Cysged sat down beside him, picked him up and settled him into her lap.

"You know not to go into the forest alone."

"I was with Eires." He pouted.

"And Eires is just a young falcon, she isn't old enough to look after you all by herself." Taranau pressed himself into Cysged.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. Cysged wrapped her arms around him and stood up. "It's ok Taranau, I was very worried that's all. Let's get back and see Eires, ok?" She walked in the direction of the Hearth, carrying Taranau in her arms. The centaur from before had evidently called to some others as she soon came across him and five others who escorted them through the forest, even beyond the herd's territory.

"I see that you've found your foal." The centaur from before said. Cysged nodded and ran a hand down his hazel mane. They walked with her until the treeline around the Hearth, then they turned about and rode for their herd. Cysged walked into the cottage, still holding Taranau, and sat on a chair beside the back door. Eires glided into the room through the open door and perched on the back of another chair. Taranau shifted around in Cysged's arms to grin at Eires.

Cysged merely rolled her eyes, she was glad that Taranau had made a friend already, she and Carrog had been worried that being isolated from humans might mean that Taranau didn't make friends as easily. She put Taranau down. "You better behave Taranau, I'm going to tell Carrog about you going into the forest by yourself. Eires can only stay if you promise to make sure that you look after her, Carrog and I look after Alexander and Auradain." Taranau nodded fiercely, one hand stroking Eires who was now perched on his shoulder.

After bribing Cysged with a torrent of hugs and kisses, Taranau had a perch for Eires on the wall of his bedroom and a bowl for her to eat and drink from, it had separate parts for water and food, although Cysged said that Eires would need to hunt for food herself to keep strong and healthy. He was sat on his bed chattering with Eires when he heard a whoosh from the entrance hall. He poked his head out of the door to see Carrog and Alexander there in the hallway. Cysged gave Carrog a kiss and a tight hug before pulling him into the living room. Taranau knelt outside the door and listened to Cysged recount her story to Carrog. When she was done Carrog opened the door and picked up Taranau before carrying him to Taranau's bed.

They sat there in silence. Taranau fidgeted and squirmed in the silence until Eires perched on his shoulder and rubbed her head against his. Carrog smiled and went to the door. "It'll be time for dinner now, come along." Taranau put out his arm and Eires hopped down onto it. Throughout dinner he fed Eires small pieces of meat and Eires was perched on his chair beside his head. After dinner Carrog led them back to Taranau's room. Eires went to roost on his new perch and Carrog tucked Taranau into bed. When the owls were flocking the skies and the clock on Taranau's shelf read midnight, even if Taranau could not tell the time, Carrog spoke to the sleeping boy.

"Happy birthday Taranau." Carrog leant over and kissed his forehead. "Happy birthday my boy."

Albus Dumbledore had been invited to Edward Potter's third birthday party and, when he arrived, he found the boy to already have unwrapped many presents leaving the wrapping paper everywhere. The Weasleys were there as he had expected, indeed he'd asked for them to be there, he had intended for their youngest son to be Edward's friend and to help him control Edward, his friends would be an easy way to influence the boy after all. Albus moved closer to Edward Potter, who was becoming a rather unpleasant child (despite what James, Lily and the wizarding public thought), and extended his hand, within it was a toy broomstick. If Edward was like his father he would enjoy flying and would definitely remember that it was he, Uncle Albus, who gave Edward his first broom.

"Happy birthday my boy."