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Words:
Thoughts
~Different place~
"Speech"
Harry felt himself rising, and was shocked because Nightsong didn't even say "Wingardium leviosa!" He gasped, and startled Nightsong into nearly dropping him.
:Harry, I'm going to put you to sleep so that you don't disturb me into dropping you.: Nightsong was about to pick Harry up when Mareth spoke to him. :You are not grounded or centered. Please do so before picking up the cub.:
Nightsong grimaced but found first his center and than grounded. He lifted Harry and his belongings and got a fair distance away from the site when Harry started to thrash around.
Harry was running. Running under a blue sky with nary a cloud in sight. Harry was running towards a horse. It was white with sapphire-blue eyes, and carried a sense of otherworldliness around it.
Then he felt something evil chasing him. He looked behind himself and saw creatures that were human, yet not human. He was running, but they were always there, snapping and hissing at his heels. They were getting closer. They surrounded him, snarling that they were going to get him. Harry picked up a stick from the ground that caught on fire, and tried to beat the creatures away. It didn't work, and one of the creatures jumped for his throat.
It took Nightsong two minutes to wake the thrashing child, and when he finally did, Harry started to cry, and clung to his neck.
:What is wrong with him?: Nightsong wondered.
:One of his gifts has awakened. He has the gift of foresight,: Mareth answered.
:Foresight, just great. Who is going to train him in that?: Nightsong replied.
:The only person who can. You,: thought Mareth.
:Me?! But I can't, not after what happened to Sunstorm!:
:You can't foresee every single thing that is going top happen. That storm was magical, and his death happened too suddenly for anyone to prevent it,: replied the kyree. :Besides, you might not have to train the cub. He has the type of self-sacrificing personality to be Chosen.:
~Valdemar~
Ryo galloped faster and faster. He needed to be with his Chosen. His Chosen was coming into his gifts with only an emotionally scarred Hawkbrother to teach him how to control his gifts. Any one of the mages would be able to teach his Chosen how to ground and center and to train him to Adept standards, but he had another type of magic that someone from his Chosen's world was going to have to teach him. Ryo strained his abilities and just barely touched his Chosen's mind, and discovered that his godfather and an old teacher of his were the people he trusted the most.
Ideally, only one or two people would be pulled through, however, as many people as needed would be pulled through. The last time someone was pulled through into a different realm, his enemy had followed. Everyone thought that Urtho, the Silent Mage, had died when fighting Ma'ar, but it had been proven that while Ma'ar's mortal body had died, his spirit had lived in a realm of chaos biding his time until he could rise again. Well, Urtho hadn't died either; he had been pulled in reverse of Harry, and had become one of the greatest wizards of all time. He had become Merlin.
~England~
Fred and George were over London, heading towards Surrey, when Fred's Cleansweep 7 started to malfunction.
"Oi, George, this is the last time I borrow a broom from Ron," he called to his twin.
"I just wish we had the car right now," replied George. The twins landed, and Fred doubled with George on his broom.
"We'll just leave Ron's broom here, and pick it up on the way back."
~Hogwarts~
Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk with his head in his hands. I give it five minutes before Sirius and Remus show up here. How am I going to explain that Harry went missing to them.
Just than, the flames in the fireplace turned red and a head popped out.