A/N: Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement! I promised someone that I wouldn't abandon this story and I intend to see it through!

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Chapter 6

Viktor, a mild tempered child, had never been so angry at his Mother. There had been a little boy that had clearly suffered some sort of abuse and Viktor's own Mother (who had taught him how important it was to care for those weaker than him) had scared him back out into the dark, cold night. Viktor wanted to put his coat and boots right back on but as loving as he was Viktor could ignore his Mother's suffering even less than he could the boy's. "Viktor... who was that boy?"

"Mama he was the boy I spoke of! I think he might have been abused. I think he ran away! Mama, he's magic! Like us! We have to find him! We have to help him!" By the end of his speech Viktor was almost shouting bit his Mother simply had to understand. The feeling was a mystery but Viktor cared very much about this child whose magic felt like the cooling wind after an afternoon flying on his broom. Viktor had always known that his magic ran hot but until very recently he had assumed this was the norm.

A whisper in the back of his mind soothed his anger and steadied his resolve, "You must go my young one! Harry seeks to flee old memories but I'm afraid that my best intentions cannot hold them at a distance. You are right about him and if I am right about you then you are the only one who can steady him. Go... go quickly and catch him!"

Viktor could hear concern and a tinge of outright panic in the cool voice. It cared about the boy, Harry evidently, and believed that Viktor might be able to help him. "I'm sorry Mama but he needs me! Something is wrong and I won't let him get away again!" Viktor somehow knew that if the boy escaped him now it would be a year before they would meet again. By then Harry might have succumbed to whatever it was that was eating away at him.

Viktor donned his winter gear as he ignored the fretting of his mother. He loved her very much but something told him that this little boy needed him more! He whent to pull the door open only to meet an early and very sudden blizzard! The wind blustered and beat at him cutting through his thick clothes to bite at his skin. The child, Harry, was out there and Viktor would be damned if he would abandon the waif to a cold grave.