A/N: Sorry it took so long guys. My computer got a virus on it and it took forever to get it off! well here's chapter 2 hope you like it.

'blah' :thoughts

"blah" :talking

"blah" :goddess talking

Chapter 2

(Tracker POV)

The tracker stared at the boy he had been told to mark. 'He looks so peaceful.' He gently moved the boy's hair to the side. Staring up at him from the boys face was the proof of Nyx's favor. A full colored in crescent moon on his forehead and intricate feathers with ancient symbols in them on each side of the moon. The side near the end of his eyebrow was attached to more marks. The marks attached looked like constellations framing his face. The stars were intricate Celtic designs that were connected by feathers with ancient symbols in them. 'He will be powerful.' Nyx had told him not to leave the boy alone, for he had no one, and he would now be the boy's mentor.

The tracker bowed his head, closed his eyes and prayed, 'Oh Goddess Nyx please give me strength to be what this fledgling needs.' The tracker felt a warmth flow through him. 'Thank you Goddess.'

Placing his hand on the fledgling's, he continued his vigil.

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(Harry POV)

Harry sighed as awareness slowly creeped up on him. He was still enjoying the after effects of having a decent sleep. 'Why must I wake up?'

"Because it is time for you to meet your guardian young one." the beautiful voice brought a calm over his frayed nerves.

His eyelids fluttered open and emerald green eyes gazed at his new environment.

"Because it is time for you to meet your gaurdian young one." The beautiful voice brought calm to his frayed nerves.

His eyelids fluttered and emerald green eyes gazed at his new environment. He was in a stone room with several hospital beds along the walls and windows with long, thick drapes. 'This must be some type of infirmary.'

Harry then noticed a nice warmth on his hand. Looking down he saw a masculine rough hand covering his own. His eyes followed up the arm attached to the hand to its owners face. Hazel eyes met his own. The gaze warm and kind. 'It's that guy who marked me!' A small smile graced his lips.

"I'm glad you're awake," his hand squeezed Harry's gently, "You are in the London House of Night infirmary. I am Keenan and your mentor." His tone was soft, low and comforting.

Harry smiled at the man. 'I'm at a House of Night and marked! I never have to see the Dursley's or any wizards ever again!' Joy pure and simple, filled him to the brim. He opened his mouth to ask a question when the doors opened and a women in a white lab coat entered. She held herself confidently and had a welcoming smile on her face. You could feel the power rolling off of her. Her mark was made up of exotic swirls that accented her features.

"I'm glad you are awake fledgling. My name is Gizelle and I am the Healer and High Priestess of this House of Night." She held out her hand and pressed her palm against Harry's forehead. A warmth like Nyx's fell over his body.

"Everything seems in order. You can leave when you wish." She smiled at him. "Since this is your new life what name do you wish to go by?" her eyes held curiosity and kept flitting from his forehead to his eyes.

'Name?' He bit his lip. 'I can't use my old name, it's too obvious and the wizards would find me for sure.' Harry fidgeted as he thought.

"Raven" A voice filtered through his head. He smiled at the name. it was perfect. Harry now Raven raised his eyes to meet the priestess'.

"Raven. I would like to be called Raven."

"It shall be done," her smile grew, "Oh, I will also be sharing mentorship with Keenan. You have a familiar spark that intrigues me."

Raven's eyes widened, "Thank you."

Keenan and Gizelle laughed merrily.

"Think nothing of it. Keenan will show you around and get your class schedule arranged." She turned and went to the door, "Welcome Raven to the House of Night."