Disclaimer: The little voices in my head say I don't own Harry Potter or The Heralds of Valdemar.

~Somewhere in England~

It was August Second, and Sirius Black was worried. Now, if you were a normal muggle, wizard, or witch, you would think that he would be worried about being recaptured for the murder of thirteen people. However, that wasn't so. All he was worried about was his godson, Harry Potter, the child of two people whose death he believed to have assisted. Harry always replied as soon as possible to the owls he sent, so that Sirius wouldn't worry.

"Damn it, Remus, I need to check up on Harry. He always replies by the next day, and I expressly asked for a speedy reply. Something must of happened too him."

"Calm down, Sirius, if anything had happened to Harry, Dumbledore would have contacted us," Remus said to his concerned friend.

" I know Remus, but I'm so worried, I'm his godfather, and if anything happened too him, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."

Remus might not of shown how worried he was, but he was worried. He had learned how to hide his feelings from all the derogatory remarks that were made towards him because he was a werewolf. He also thought Harry would have owled, because of the news Sirius had sent in his letter. Remus had been given the job as defense against the dark arts, and Harry was allowed to spend the rest of the summer at his place, if he wanted.

"He'll be fine Sirius." He stated.

"I know, Remi, I know." And Sirius voice trailed off.

~At the Burrow~

"Ron, I'm worried about Harry, it is not like him to not reply to an owl. Do you think he's okay?" Fred and George, about to open the door and tease Ron about Hermione, paused and started to eavesdrop. Truth be told, they were worried about Harry too.

"I'm worried too, but this is Harry we are talking about. He will be fine, I mean, he did manage to defeat you-know-who several times."

" What if his aunt and uncle are trying to keep him from getting to Hogwarts for school? They would. They hate anything 'abnormal' too much to not even try.

Fred and George crept back into their room without hearing the rest. While Fred checked the silencing charms around the room their mother had put up after a practically loud explosion, they started to plot.

First, they bounced around some abstract ideas, but they finally decided to go with a proven method, with some modifications. They would take their brooms instead of the Ford, and they would have to use an invisibility potion. They would go that night.

~In Valdemar~

The twins were sitting in front of a large Heartstone, both trying to form a picture of the boy. All they could see was a scar, in the shape of a lighting bolt. They couldn't make out any other characteristics about the boy. They came out of the trance, and received a piece shocking news. A stallion had just appeared out of the grove, and then left, not even stopping to impart his name so a saddle could be made. They didn't even know his name. Ryo galloped as fast as he could. His Chosen was out there, hurt, and he had to get to him. He sent out his thought to find his Chosen, and was shocked to find him bonded to a kyree! Well, he was glad that someone would be able to help his Chosen until he himself could.

~In the Forest~

Nightsong stared at the boy. This boy, who had just totally shocked him. If he had been in the same state as the boy, he didn't think he would be joking as the boy was. He would still probably be unconscious. Nightsong then sent to the boy, :I will be lifting you with a minor magic, please don't distract me.: Then to himself, I really wish I had the healing gift. I would be able to heal the boy, and maybe I would have-- Don't even think about that, Nightsong.

The kyree seemed to be talking to Harry, and he was certain of that fact when Harry suddenly laughed. He caught Harry's reply, :Seeing that git Malfoy being turned into a ferret was hilarious. He was bounced around the hallways too. The expression on his face when he got turned back into a human.:

Nightsong was relieved that Harry could still laugh, even though he had been hurt so severely.

Harry didn't quite understand why Mareth wanted to know more about Hogwarts and the different things he had done, but he had been glad to oblige. Hogwarts and the Weasley's house had been the only places he had ever been safe, and it looked like it would be a long while before he went back. Harry started with the memories that brought the most joy, such as being told that he was a wizard, or that he was going to go to Hogwarts. Memories of meeting Ron and becoming friends with Hermione, and of staying at the Weasley's. He told of fun memories, like when he had snuck into Hogsmeade, and made Draco believe that Harry's head was out to get him The last good memory he told was when the fake Moody turned Draco into a ferret. Then he started to remember the bad things, but before he sunk any farther than a green light, Mareth pulled him out of it.

Mareth knew the cub didn't know why he wanted to know about the memories, but he figured that he would explain it to the cub at a later time. He was a Historian, and when a historian linked to someone, they took down all of the linked mind-mates memories as a historical document. They were much like the records kept by the Chronicler at the Collegia for the Heralds.