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The hospital wing was nearly empty, for once. It seemed to be the first time in years that Hogwarts had gone without a student earning some terrible ailment that required them to go for a stay in one of these infamous beds. That didn't mean that Hogwarts was completely injury free, on no no no. Getting the cuts and scrapes and extra noses was part of the experience! But at the moment the only person (if you'd call him that) was dozing at the end of the wing.

It had been a bit tricky to set up a bed for him. The horse part of him was to heavy for any of the bed, and they didn't want to let him sleep on the cold hard ground. Thank god for magic. One of the beds were simply enlarged and reinforced and Foaly was laid across it with numerous pillows supporting him in various places. It didn't look like the most comfortable way to sleep but at the moment it was the only way they were able to figure out for the centaur.

"That's… that's him?" Firenze asked in a hushed voice. The four had entered the wing quietly and were speaking in low voices as to not wake up their guest. They approached the large bed silently and each studied the centaur with a different thought in their head.

"Yep." Ron answered and remembered the huge rush to get him up here.

Hermoine rolled her eyes. "I doubt any other centaurs were found late this night. Sigh… Why do I put up with Ron sometimes? He can be so stupid." She glanced over at him and blushed lightly before looking back at the centaur. "Hmph…"

"He's smaller then Firenze is… and the other centaurs that I've seen. Paler too." Harry glanced over to Firenze who was scratching the collection of hair on his chin in thought. "Firenze's hands are callused and his hooves are worn and chipped. This new centaur doesn't look that much younger then him yet it looks like he lived a sheltered life."

"Hm… I wonder what Hermoine is thinking about. Did she look at me before? I wonder why she wanted to come out here so bad…" Ron shook his head lightly his infamous red hair flying over his eyes as he did so.

"This… this is the centaur. He's not from my cla- my old clan. Where is he from? I need to talk to him when he wakes up. Can he really be the one I've been seeing in the stars." Out of all the thoughts in the room Firenze's was probably the most serious and he was the most worried.

Hermoine glanced around the bed when her eyes fell on the nightstand. "What are those?" she asked and pointed over to it. Ron, who was closest, walked over to it and looked at the objects oddly. "I don't know. " he said to her. He picked up one of the things, a fleshy little ball the same shade of Foaly's skin . "Wonder what the bloody hell is this.." he asked out loud.

"Ron! Don't touch that! It's probably his!" Hermoine admonished. She hurried over to him and slapped his hand, causing him to drop it back on the nightstand.

"Bloody hell! You didn't have to hit!" he said feeling embarrassed.

"Be quiet, you're getting to loud." Harry hissed. He glanced over at Foaly to check to make sure he was still sleeping. "He was probably given a sleeping drought." He thought to himself.

"That kind of looks like a hearing aid… and the other two things colored contacts…" Hermoine mused to herself as she studied the items closer.

"… A what now?" Ron asked. Unlike his father he didn't take the time to endless study interesting human gadget because he didn't find them to be very interesting. It was a trait that didn't run in the family.

"Contacts… I always wanted a pair." Harry smiled sadly to himself as he remembered all those years with broken glasses taped up.. "They are these things that muggles put in their eyes to correct their vision. It isn't permanent but it works."

"And a hearing aid is something muggles who have bad hearing put in their hear to help them hear better. My grandfather has one." Hermoine explained.

Ron studied the two items. "Spells are easier. "

"They're muggles Ron." Hermoine added with a roll of her eyes, though she had to admit spells were easier. It's why she let Madam Pomfrey shrink her front teeth instead of going through the hassle of braces.

"You think he was using a muggle device?" Firenze said suddenly. "Is that what the stars were trying to say, that the humans and the world of magic would meet at last?"

"He was found with them on I suppose if they are being kept close to him." Hermoine said matter of factly.

"When do you reckon he'll wake up?" Harry asked.

"Not all answers are found in the stars Harry." Firenze said with a light smile gracing his thin lips.

"Uh.. no I.. I didn't mean like that." He said feeling a bit flustered and stupid.

"We should get back to the dorm I don't think he's going to wake up anytime soon." Hermoine said. "We should leave before we get in trouble." She glanced worriedly over to Firenze and wondered if the centaur would take away house points.

"You were the one in such a rush to get here, now we have to leave so soon?" Ron replied. Now that they got here and saw all these oddities of muggle devices it had formed a mystery. Even if they went back to their dorms he wouldn't think he'd get much sleep.

"It's getting late, we have class tomorrow!" she huffed.

"It was your idea to come out here." Harry pointed out.

"Oh like you two wouldn't of suggested it if I hadn't gotten to it first."

"So?"

"You two are impossible!"

Hermoine rolled her eyes and crossed her arms haughtily over her chest.

The soft murmurs of voices had drifted lazily through a fog of sleep in Foaly's mind.

Holly… Mulch… Artemis?

Foaly thought who could these voices belong to as he shifted through a mental list in his mind. The voices were getting annoying and he just wanted to sleep. But none of the voices he knew matched with these…and he realized in his sleep the only way he could find out was to open his eyes and wake up. And that's when he realized they weren't soft murmurs but bitter bickering.

"Why won't they shut up! I'm trying to sleep! I'm so tired… when was the last time I slept so long? I can't remember… not since I picked up that stupid thing on my stupid computer Can't they just let me sleep! Just wait till I wake up you fools. You'll really get it then. "

"Aren't you going?" Ron asked.

She glared at him for a moment. "No" she finally answered.

"Why not? You were just yelling at us." Ron asked.

"Because…. " she paused and thought for a moment, "Harry has the cloak." She stated as if that settled it.

"She's right." Harry grinned at Ron.

"Are you mad! Not in front of…" Ron hissed and glanced over to Firenze. All three bickering friends stopped and glanced over to the centaur who didn't appear to have heard a word of what had gone on around them. He was studying the other centaur closely with wide eyes and an odd look on his face. Only when the glanced down to the other centaur they figured out why Firenze looked so pale.

He had woken up.

Meanwhile, in a small village on the border of Scotland a father and son were outside starring at the stars. The son had just turned 21 and was about to go out on his own in the world. And as always the caring father had some parting words and blessings to give to his oldest son.

"Take care of yourself boy."

"Don't worry pops.. I'm going to find my place in the world." The young man glanced over to his stern father. Many said that the two were very alike; quiet, stern, with strong bold chins. The night was cold and the stars shone brightly against the black sky.

"Just remember son… the sky is the same no matter where life takes you, and home will always be here for you." His eyes crinkled into a smile as he patted his son's shoulder. The two stared into the night sky, spying familiar constellations… and a foot?

It was gone in a flash but clear as day. There had been a foot; small like a child but covered in coarse hair. The two stayed quiet unsure if what they saw was really there or not.

The son cleared his throat and turned his head "Uh.. maybe I'll wait a week before I leave… " he muttered to his father.

"That… that seems like a good idea to me. Come. Your mother has made warm apple pie."

And the moment of abnormality was forgotten for the moment as the two lapsed back into normality. They dared not mention it to the other in fear of being proven crazy but … it had been a foot.

Or a very odd shaped bird.

"Holly… stop bickering with the mudmen. " Foaly slurred. His speech was heavy with the effects of the sleeping draught resulting in his sharp tongue resembling a fat troll's.

A collective breath escaped the room as Foaly's heavy lidded eyes closed tight.

"Maybe… uh.. 'Mione's right mate. We should get back." Ron said.

"Yeah… I'm up for that. Good night Firenze. "

"Night! See you later Professor Firenze." Hermoine said.

"Goodight." Harry finished as he traced after friends. Once he exited the hospital wing his two friends were outside waiting for him. He slipped out his cloak and tossed it over the three of them.

"That was really odd." Hermoine whispered as they headed back to their common room.

"What are mudmen? Who's Holly?" Ron asked, filled with questions.

"You think it's a new word for muggle-borns?" Harry asked glancing over to Hermoine.

"My name isn't Holly mate." Ron smiled lightly.

"Shhh… this cloak doesn't cloak sound." Hermoine hushed.

"No one's in this hall 'Mione." Harry rolled his eyes.

"She's right, Flich knows those place better then us without the map." Ron pointed out. The map being of course the one created by Moony, Wormtail, Prongs and Padfoot. The Marauder's.

Firenze was glad when Harry, Hermoine and Ron left. While they were here he couldn't concentrate very much with their bickering. Nice children but so tiring with their constant bickering. He sighed and circled the bed, the soft noise of his hooves echoing over the empty room.

He scratched his scruffy chin and sighed.

"I'm not going to get any answers until you wake up, aren't I? " he thought to himself.

He moved over to the large windows that line the walls and crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the stars. The stars were very clear tonight and he spent the next hour or so starring out of the window, looking for answers. He continued his gazing at the sky until they began to fade and the largest star of our universe began to ride.

The sun.

Exciting stuff happening in the next chapter!

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