Chapter 1: Finding Harry

'Thoughts'

Zanpakuto

"Remus."

Remus ignored the anxious voice, completely absorbed within the spell book he was reading. He was in the Black study, which contained information like no

other libraries.

"Remus."

He continued to ignore his surroundings.

"Remus!"

Remus jerked up at the sharp voice, taking in his surroundings and situation. "Yes?" "Did you find anything?" asked a demanding voice from the other end of

the study, the sound muffled from the mounds of books surrounding the origin. "No, Sirius! Now leave me alone!" snapped, the usually soft-spoken male, in

distress. "Well, I think I might have found something that could help find Harry…." This caught Remus' attention immediately. "Well, why didn't you say

anything!" "Well, someone wasn't exactly listening was he?" drawled the Black family heir. Remus flushed red. "Never mind, Are you going to try the spell?" a

hopeful sound had entered the voice at this point, and to Remus' relief, the reply was an affirmative. Just as the two males raised their wands, Mrs. Weasley

hurled into the room and pulled both adults out the room and down the stairs by their scruffs.

"Now, I need you both to listen carefully. We have a guest today, a new recruit for the Order. I need you two to both be polite, and for gods safe please

don't hole yourselves up again! Anyway, the recruit is supposed to be important, so you MUST behave. Is that alright dears?" Both of the "dears" being

referred to nodded their heads, fearing the Weasley matriarch's wrath. "That's great. Now off to the kitchens!" 'Well, we can tell others about the spell as well!'

both males thought as they tramped down the stairs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sirius and Remus had explained the spell, and now were raising their wands to cast it. The supposed new recruit had not appeared yet, but all the Order

members, including Tonks, Mad-eye, and Kingsley, had gotten so excited to see the result that they forgot about him. "Vestigo una Sapiunt!" A string of red

light formed and flew across the room and through the door. When the string stopped moving, the whole room sighed in relief. If the string had continued to

move for over an hour that meant that the person you were searching for no longer existed. Then, a creak resounded from the hallway, reminding all that

they were supposed to be welcoming a guest. Another creak, this time closer. Slowly, the doorknob spun a full rotation, and the door itself swung free of its

frame. There, in front of the astounded Order, stood a young boy with lightly tanned skin, white hair, and eyes that could neither be described as green or

blue, hovering between the colors. Behind him stood Dumbledore with a bemused smile gracing his face. Finally, all the eyes zeroed onto one point… the

simple red thread that connected to the boy's chest.

(AN: The "spell" I created was simple bastardized Latin for "trace one mind." It traced the reiatsu, what the wizards call magic, of the one envisioned

by the caster, in this case Sirius AND Remus, and connects to the envisioned one using the caster's reiatsu. Thus, poor Toushiro ended up with a string

of weak reiatsu attached to his chest.)