Hey there guy's!! I will probably always have to apologise for the lateness of the chapters in this ficcy compared to my other one, but sadly, this one is the slower moving of the two. I find it much harder to write for. Don't know why. Also, I'm going to have to keep the chapters at the seemingly easier 5 or 6 page length. Again, I don't know why … it just seems to work easier that way.

Anyway … Here's your next chapter, so please review!! (Not much action … but that's normal in this story)

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"The Weasley's!" Harry thought, excitedly, starting to run a touch faster in the desired direction. "They're loads closer than Hogwarts, and I'm sure they'll want to help?"

His mind set, Harry put on a sudden burst of invigorated speed, determined to arrive at his surrogate home before the end of the night………

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"Now, now, Vixsy … don't lie to me. Where is the Potter boy?"

Vixsy turned her face from her brother, as he leant over her; she was currently on her knees, only just remaining conscious after Wolfgang had Orbed in and discovered his prisoner and plaything missing, before reprimanding her for letting him escape.

"I already told you, Marv! I don't know where he is, or even how he was mobile enough to walk out of here! The last I saw of him, you'd stuck him to the ground with your blade!" she half yelled, half choked out. She was sure her brother had broken at least two ribs. For a Kanite of his power, she was considering herself lucky. However, in her pain, both physical and emotional (How often does your brother beat you to hell) she didn't realize what she'd called him until too late.

"What have I told you about calling me that?!" Wolfgang growled out, his sharp teeth gnashed together. "No one calls me that name, not even you, Elise!"

"I'm sorry, Gang … I didn't mean to…" Vixsy looked at the ground, trying to look properly apologetic. She heard Wolfgang sigh, before stepping toward her, stopping directly before her bowed head. Vixsy tensed, suspecting another punishment, but was surprised when she felt her brother's strong grip on her shoulders, then kneeling down, bringing her to just below his eye level.

"You are a lower member of the Clan, and have been punished for negligence to your Duty in guarding the Potter boy," Wolfgang said quietly, his burning yellow eyes flaring up for an instant. "Yet, you are also my sister … and have helped me over the centuries many times. I shall show you leniency…"

Vixsy was confused, but soon it was washed away in a wave of relief, as she felt her brothers healing touch spread throughout her body, knitting the cuts and mending her bones. She closed her eyes, relishing the warmth he projected into her, before she felt the weight of his hands leave, quickly followed by the departure of the energy used to heal her.

Opening her eyes again, Vixsy took a deep breath, feeling more refreshed and lively than she had in quite some time. She saw her brother standing again, the usual mask of indifference covering his features and eyes, as though he hadn't done something so generous as heal a sibling in pain. He was the head of their Clan after all. Mercy wasn't something he displayed to most anyone.

Standing to her full height of eight feet, Vixsy suppressed a shiver. Yes … she had most definitely gotten a very good deal … especially considering that she'd brought her Clans mortal enemy here to rescue her Charge not half an hour ago. She prayed that her brother never found out about that, or her life would almost certainly be forfeit … at the very least she'd be exiled from the Clan after a sound flogging.

"Come along, Vixsy," Wolfgang announced suddenly, turning toward the broken shack that had housed Harry Potter earlier on that day. "We shall try and track the boy. I'm sure he would be unable to hide his tracks effectively, when he was most probably unable to walk steadily…"

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"Sirius!" five voices exclaimed in surprise, staring at the burnt and broken body of Harry's Godfather. "What are you doing out bed? You should be resting!" Remus continued, as everyone else seemed to be struck dumb.

"What's happened to Harry?" Sirius demanded, ignoring Remus's concerned exclamations. "What aren't you planning to tell me? I heard what you've been saying, so don't lie to me!!"

Hank looked around at everyone hastily, before turning back and walking over to the injured Animagus, gently helping him over to where they were all seated, and locking the Ward doors with a wave of his hand. "Sirius, you need to rest. You're healing grievous injuries, and harming yourself will not help anyone, least of all Harry. How do you think he'd feel if, when he sees you again, you're in worse condition that the last he saw you?"

They reached the bed that Ron and Hermione were sitting on, both of which shifted off the mattress, and Hank lay Sirius down, trying to make him comfortable, even though he was most definitely in pain.

"Don't try and change the subject, or use those diversionary tactics on me, Hank," Sirius wheezed out raggedly, wincing at each sudden movement. "I heard you talking about not telling me about what's happened to my Godson! Well I won't have it! Where is Harry, and is he all right?"

Hank shook his head, letting loose a heavy sigh. "You are in no position to be demanding anything of anyone, Sirius," he said rather gently. "I know he's your Godson and you hold a certain responsibility to him … but so do I, and right now, mine has more rights."

Sirius looked up at Hank both hurt and confused. Why wouldn't Hank tell him what he wanted to know? He knew how much he cared about Harry, so why would he hold any information about him back? And what was that about Hank having a responsibility to Harry? Sirius knew that he was to keep Harry safe, his Honour demanded it … but this seemed so much more personal to him.

"What do you mean more rights, Hank?" said Sirius, his voice weak yet not lacking in conviction. "Harry is not an object to be owned, and we both hold equal rights to protect him! Now where is he?!"

Hank let his shoulders droop minutely in defeat, a resigned expectedness lingering in his blue-green eyes. "Well, we don't know where he is, Sirius…"

Sirius's eyes widened, "What – ?"

"He disappeared around lunchtime, and although we thought we'd found him, he wasn't there when I'd arrived. We haven't any clue as to where he could be heading, even though the most likely would be back here…"

Sirius struggled to sit up, his eyes blazing at the Felanade in front of him. "So what you're telling me is that you've lost Harry?!!!"

"What on earth is all this yelling about?!!" Madame Pomfrey screeched as she exited her office, looking over at the small congregation. "Mr Black, what are you doing out here? You should be in your room! How did you get out here in the first place?" She walked briskly over to the convict, taking out her wand and immediately began to scan him as he protested, claiming himself in perfect health. "Lie still, Sirius," she scolded, reading whatever her wand was telling her about his health. "Do you have any idea how dangerous what you did was? Walking out here? You might have relapsed, Sirius, you could have collapsed in the hallway and died! Do you understand the importance of total rest! You can't exert yourself in any way…"

"He wanted to know about Harry, Poppy," Dumbledore spoke up quietly, stepping over to Sirius's side. "We were just telling him that he was missing, when you came out."

Poppy tutted and shook her head, but not before throwing an incredulous glare back at Hank for revealing that information. "Well, at least that explains the screaming…"

"And rightly so! It's my right as Harry's Godfather to know where he is, and that Feline is going to tell me!!"

Poppy glared down at Sirius, almost visibly swelling with indignation. "Sirius Nathaniel Black, you will be still and silent, or so help me I will Stupefy you!"

"Our only option at the present time is to wait for any news about Harry," Hank stated, after Sirius had resigned himself to Poppy's watchful gaze. "I'm certain he transformed into his Animagus in order to travel faster, so there is no possible way for me to trace him…"

"Yes there is," said Hermione, her eyes light lying up with hope. She looked at Hank's confused gaze and shot him an excited smile. "You can use Harry's wand to find him!"

Hank instantly placed a hand to the pocket he'd shoved Harry's wand in, before fumbling slightly as he pulled it out.

"I forgot I even had it," he stated blankly. Hermione was bouncing on her heels with fervour at her idea.

"You can use the wand as a focus in order to pick up Harry's magical signature, like you tried earlier with Fawkes," Hermione continued with her explanation. "It wouldn't care about little fluctuations in his magical signature, because it's bonded partially with his essence. You can try to find Harry by using his wand as a comparison!"

Hank shot Hermione a brilliant smile, darted forward and enveloped her in a quick but fierce hug, then set her down and declared, "Hermione, you're brilliant!" before heading towards a spare bed and sitting on it, grasping Harry's wand as though it were a lifeline.

Hermione was a bit dazed, but soon shook it off and looked at the others, grinning sheepishly. "It wasn't that great of an idea…"

"Hermione, if it helps find Harry, then it's a brilliant idea," said Sirius, shooting her a smile, though everyone could tell that it was an extremely strained one. The walk from the back ward had obviously exhausted the Animagus.

"Go to sleep, Sirius," the headmaster ordered gently. "No doubt this time, Harry will be back by the time you and Miss Weasley reawaken. Although, we will have to place you back in the private cubicles, Sirius. We can't keep the doors locked forever, and people can walk in…"

Sirius glared at Albus, but it was only half-hearted, and he reluctantly nodded. Poppy conjured a stretcher and levitated him onto it, then took him back down the ward and through the end door.

"Now lets just hope that we get Harry back here soon," said Remus, sitting up in his bed, looking haggard though still with some life in him. "Otherwise, I'm sure he'll somehow manage to get himself out of the castle and hunt for Harry himself."

Ron snorted. "Not exaggerating much, are you Remus?"

"Sirius Black didn't get accepted into my Clan for no reason, Ronald," Hank called from his bed, still staring intently at Harry's wand. "He was well known for his hardiness in his tests, which is why I wasn't surprised that he lived through the lightning strike my old friend had summoned. He has an enormous store of reserved energy, that he taps into unconsciously when in dire need. I've no doubt that, if push came to shove, he'd use that reserve to find his Godson, rather than let himself heal."

"Maybe you should just rope him down?" Ron muttered, shaking his head at Hank's description of Sirius's boldness.

"If it would be enough, believe me, I would," said Hank. "But I know he'd find a way out of it, so the best we could do is Stupefy him for a time…" Harry's wand began to glow, attracting everyone's attention and bringing the conversation to a standstill. "Has anyone got a map handy?" Hank asked evenly, not taking his eyes from the wand now floating an inch over his palm.

"Of just Britain, or the world?" Hermione asked, ever focused on detail.

"World," Hank answered distantly. "Just in case…"

Nodding, Hermione hastily waved her wand and conjured up a map of the world, laying it down on the floor in front of the Feline.

"Thank you," Hank muttered absently, now holding his hand directly over the map, with Harry's wand hovering over his hand, emitting a golden glow. All of a sudden, the wand shot downward, standing vertically on it's point, sitting directly over the Salisbury Plains.

"Found him," Hank announced gleefully, jumping from the bed and hopping on his feet. "Lets see what direction he's going in…" Hank waved his hand, and a small trail of blue light appeared on the map, starting from a lot of woodland, before heading northeast. "Does Harry know anyone in this general area?" he asked, looking over at the smiling group, pointing to just ahead of the wands direction.

"Hey, we live around there!" Ron exclaimed, walking over and leaning down to get a better look. "That's the village near where we live, at Ottery St Catchpoll."

Hank nodded. "Would've been the obvious choice if he was in Brittain but nowhere near here. I only did this in case my Old Friend had decided to house Harry somewhere else on the planet."

"At least we know where he's heading now," Remus remarked from his bed. "Are you going to get him right away?"

Hank looked up, seeming to think about his answer. "I think I will. I would hate for him to loose his temper while he was there. The Weasley's know nothing about Harry's Bond with Voldemort, and don't know how not to treat him currently."

Dumbledore nodded at the suggestion. "Yes, I believe that would be the best solution. And I wouldn't want Molly to see the state Harry would surely arrive in…"

"Yes," said Hank. "Best that we get him back here and cleaned up before anyone that we don't want to, sees him." Hopping off the bed, Hank scooped up Harry's wand and pocketed it. "See you all in a minute," he waved, then Orbed from the castle.

"I hope he comes back with him this time?" said Hermione, wringing her hands nervously.

Ron moved over to her and slung an arm over her shoulders. "'Course he will, Hermione," he assured gently, moving them both to sit on the closest bed. "He knows right where to find Harry this time, and even if he misses him by some chance, he knows he's heading to the Burrow. He won't miss him."