Disclaimer: If you think I own Harry potter or Mercedes lackey things, than my little voices were right, you do have serious mental problems.

Nightsong looked around at his surroundings. He was in a part of the forest he rarely went into, since he never really had to patrol the forest borders. He hated traveling by the plain/forest border, but that was where the injured child was located. Also, It was near where Sunstorm had died in the freak storm brought on by too much magical activity by the change lizards.

He did not trust the change-creatures, nor would he ever trust the change lizards.

Nightsong called to his owlhawk, Sree, :Where is the boy?:

Soon he was told, :Near, by kyree.:

:Kyree? Which one?:

:Mareth.:

Nightsong stopped moving along the tree road to get his bearings and to find out more about what he was about to walk into. Unshielded child radiating fear, pain, confusion, and hunger, great, he thought to himself. He tried to shield, but found that hard to do with the range of emotions being sent out by the mind. The last time he had felt emotions like this was when Sunstorm had been dying. He didn't know how the boy appeared, but more importantly, neither did the mages, and that was what scared him. Sree then broke into his thoughts to tell him that they would be at the boy's site in about five minutes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~By the Plains~~~~~~~~~~~~~

:Cub, what do they call you?: Mareth sent to his cub.

:They call me Harry. My name is Harry James Potter.: Harry replied to the kyree.

:Who hurt you? Who would hurt a cub? Cubs are precious!:

:My aunt and uncle would. They hate me. They thought I was a freak because of who and what I am. The hate the fact that I'm different from them and that I refused to be like them. They hate the fact that my parents died and they got saddled with me.:

Harry suddenly jumped when a man jumped out of the trees right in front of Harry. The man then proceeded to ask a question but he had no idea what had been said. Great, the boy doesn't even know Tayledras. Nightsong was pulled from his thoughts by the kyree historian.

:The cub might not understand your language, but he is a mind speaker.:

:That makes my job much easier,: Nightsong responded with considerable relief. :Boy, do you know what is wrong with you?: he sent to the boy.

:Besides the malnutrition, broken bones, cracked ribs, and concussion? Not really,: the boy replied.