The place everyone found themselves at was a clearing in the woods. There, both groups separated, the Weasleys going to one campground and the Diggorys to the other. Most of the people at Harry's campground were using secretive methods to set up camp but Arthur was trying to light his campfire using matches. Harry quickly fixed that as he touched the grouping of sticks. The heat of his body started the flame and Harry quickly set out with Ron and Hermione to get water. "Ron."

Hermione looked at Harry while Ron just spoke, "Yes Harry?"

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten angry like that, I put you all in danger."

"Har- Hakuya, you didn't put anyone in danger."

"What do you mean, Raptor?"

Hermione flashed back to a time two years ago. She was moving without meaning to. Harry jumped onto Takuya's back and suddenly there was a warrior riding on a strange beast. The warrior raised a flaming sword and struck Hermione. She fell to the voice of Ron, "N-no! Har-Hakuya, don't kill her!" While Hermione lay on the floor, Harry spoke up, "Kidnapping may be cruel but corrupting my friend and using her to kill my other one!" All of a sudden, she blacked out at the feel of his fist on her jaw.

Hermione gasped, "That was you!"

Ron froze, "You remember that?"

Harry spun around, "Remember what?"

"When Bruce was possessing her."

"Huh, maybe there's hope for you yet." Harry said. He then stared at her, sizing her up, "Truth is, I've been lying to you Hermione. I used to lie to Ron but like you are starting to, he figured it out. I left you so many clues over the years, both of you. Do you recognize the name… Homer Yukimaru?"

"Did you say?" Hermione sat down, "H-he was the author of that letter. I-it said you were dead. I believed it until you walked into the Great Hall."

"You should still believe it. I did die Hermione."

Hermione remembered what he had said last year, "Death, it isn't such a big deal. Sure it hurts at first but then it goes away. Of course, it may be different for everyone but…"

"Y-you. You said that because."

"Correct. I have no reason to fear death and nor should you." Harry smiled fondly at Hermione. "I go by more than one name; Harry, Hakuya, Rider, Digidestined. Each name is accurate." He then turned and walked off. Now that she was paying attention, Hermione noticed that Harry had an almost lupine grace.

-It's because he is lupine.-

Hermione froze and then spoke up, "Who said that?-

-Ssh, I did. It's me, Ron. I'm speaking to you telepathically. I learned a lot about the mind while I lay in the hospital wing.-

"Hermione, get back!" Harry roared.

Ron froze and then said something that shocked Hermione to the core, "Should I, lord?"

Harry leapt up, jumping to the roof of a tent where he crouched. His form wavered and Hermione noticed it looked like there was a wolf. "Something is coming. I'll warn the others. Who'd be here?"

"Only Draco would, his family would probably have seats up in the top box."

Draco lounged in his chair next to the Diggory's tent. He knew he had some time before the Cup and he was willing to bet that nothing would happen. -Hawk, something is coming, be watchful.-

-Yes lord. - Draco got up from his chair and walked off.

"Where are you going, Draco?"

"Out."

"Draco." From the doorway of his tent, Draco saw his mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

"Mom, I have more important things to do." With that, Draco unsheathed his wings and shifted to Hawk. Before his mother could object, Draco was aloft, flying to his master.

Narcissa couldn't help but gasp at the sight, her son flying through the air like a majestic hawk. Without pausing to think, she ran off after her son, ready to defend him with her life.

Hawk landed in the woods and switched to Draco. Draco then used his mental connection to find Harry. At last, "I apologize for the delay, Hakuya."

Harry sniffed around, "You can come out now. I can smell you and have for a while now."

Much to Draco's shock, Narcissa stepped out from behind a tent, "How did you know I was here? And why are you being so friendly?"

"Because, I saw and smelled you. Besides, you have no anger scent on you, just worry. My name is Harry Potter and this is Ron Weasley. The one on the ground is Hermione Granger. We are all Gryffindor third years, going into the fourth next term. And… you are?"

"… I am Narcissa Black-Malfoy, mother of Draco."

"Black? That must mean you're…"

"I'm what?"

"Related to Sirius."

"Ah, you sound like you know him."

Harry turned, "Draco, it's not here yet. I sense it will come after the match."

Draco nodded, "We ride?"

"Of course. Alas, Eagle and Rave will be hard-pressed to get here. As you know, they don't live on this world."

"No, of course they wouldn't. However, I sense your message was not just to me. They may be able to get inside in time and then through to this world."

"Of course."

A.N. I bet you notice my updates are much slower. When I first start writing something, I have no control over it. However, there does come a time when I do. You may have noticed this or you may not have but I have lost that drive and so must rely completely on my own ideas. You probably noticed that I am preparing for something and I am.