"I've made this bag for you so that you can take some supplies with you," said Nala holding up a tiny brown back pack. "I've packed it with food, water, and medicine."

Timon took the small bag and placed it on his back. He climbed on a baby elephant. Nala, Kovu, and Ginny was seeing him off. "So, when I find Sirius, what do I do?"

"Bring him home, of course," answered Kovu. "And Harry if he's there."

Ginny reached into her a bag that was hanging from her waist and pulled out a crown. Today she was wearing beige capris, a white shirt, and a beige jacket. She was wearing rubber gloves.

She held the crown for the elephant to smell. "Here, Ele," she said. "This is Harry's crown. See if you can catch the scent."

The young elephant moved it's trunk over to the crown and sniffed. She caught a whiff of 'Harry'.

"I can smell him!" The elephant said excitedly, stomping on the ground causing it to shake. "I can smell him!"

"Calm down," said Timon trying to hold onto the elephant. "Geez. You give her a whiff of 'Harry' and she gets high."

"Calm down, Ele," said Nala. "If Voldemort-"

"What's going on," came Voldemort's voice. "What's that shaking?"

"Voldemort's coming," said Kovu. He turned to the elephant. "Get out of here, Ele." He then turned to Ginny as he felt the elephant leave. "You're on."

Ginny sighed, "Here goes nothing."

Voldemort came out of the bushes and into view. His eyes moved over the group's faces. He frowned. "What's going on?"

"Hey…you," said Ginny walking over to him. "What are you doing here? I thought you were sleep."

"I was," said Voldemort looking at Ginny. "I woke up. What was that shaking?"

"What shaking?" she asked.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and Nala took over. "That was Kovu…er…dancing." she said.

"Dancing?" said Voldemort looking in disbelief. "No lion could cause the gro-"

"Honey," said Ginny wrapping her arms around his waist. "Instead of thinking about Kovu's weight, you need to think about resting yourself up. You've got a whole kingdom to run."

Kovu looked down at his stomach as Nala spoke, "She's right. And might I add what a wonderful job you're doing?"

"Really?" said Voldemort in the same disbelieving tone. He looked around. "Where's Ti-"

He didn't finish because Ginny grabbed him by his head and kissed him fully on the mouth. She spoke when they broke apart, "Shall we go so we can be alone."

"Sure," said Voldemort. "You guys get back on duty."

Nala let out a sigh of relief as she watched Ginny and Voldemort retreating backs. She turned back to Kovu and saw him examining himself.

"I'm not fat am I?" he asked.

"Well," said Nala slowly. "You could cut back on the zebra." she began to walk off.

"What?" he said. "I'm not fat!" he called after her.

"Come on," said Sirius. "You're giving up too easily."

"I can't do this," said Harry. "I'm not strong enough."

Sirius had been training Harry so that he could get his magic back. Harry had been making a slow recovery, but he didn't think he was strong enough to duel. He didn't want to fight anymore. He had already lost the Pridelands to Voldemort.

Harry continued to kneel in the sand trying to catch his breath. Pumbaa walked over to him with a water bottle and a towel. He placed the towel around Harry's shoulder and handed him the water bottle.

Harry took a long drink of water. It revitalized his body and he stood up on shaky feet.

"Good," said Sirius. "Let's start again." he raised his wand and pointed it at Harry. "We'll work on your dodging, then we'll switch to endurance, and finally attack. Start dodging! Crucio!"

Harry was ready for it. He watched as the spell came for him and his Quidditch reflexes kicked in. He quickly jumped out the way. The spell hit the ground, leaving a mark in the sand.

Sirius continued to cast Cruciatus Curses at his godson, and Harry dodged them all.

"Great job, Harry," said Sirius throwing one last curse, which Harry dodged with ease. "Let's work on your endurance. Crucio!"

Harry was hit with the full impact of the curse. He slowly sank to his knees as he tried to endure the pain. He gritted his teeth and refused to cry out, but he was exhausted and the spell was powerful.

Sirius wasn't holding back.

"You can take it, Harry," said Sirius staring into his godson's face. "Just throw it off."

Harry continued to fight against the curse. He didn't know how he could throw it off, but he didn't want to disappoint Sirius.

"Perhaps that's enough," said Pumbaa. "I'm sure he's at the end of his endurance."

Sirius looked at Pumbaa and then back to his godson. Harry was trying his best to throw off the curse, but it was just to powerful.

Harry couldn't do this.

"What a wimp," said Shenzi, who was watching the practice. "No wonder Voldemort is ruling the Pridelands. You don't have the power."

This sent a message through Harry's head. The pain became tolerable. Harry stood up and slowly moved his hand pointing his wand at Sirius.

"Expelliarmus!" said Harry.

The curse wore off as Sirius's wand soared into the air and into Harry's hand. He fell to his knees the minute he had caught the wand. He was exhausted.

Sirius rushed over to Harry making sure that he was alright. He knelt down besides him and wrapped his arms around his chest. He felt a slight burn and knew that his fever was back.

"Harry, you did great," he said softly. "If you continue to throw off the Unforgivable Curses, Voldemort won't stand a chance."

Harry didn't respond. He didn't have the strength.

"Is he alright?" asked Pumbaa, as he, Alika, and Omari gathered around them.

"Of course not," called Banzai. "He's weak."

Ed started laughing and Harry pushed Sirius away and stood up. He swayed a bit, but didn't fall down. It took all his concentration to remain standing.

"I'm not weak," rasped Harry "I'm fine. Let's practice one more time."

Harry took a step and almost fell down, but Pumbaa held him up.

"No, Harry," said Sirius. "You're fever's back and that could damage the little magic that returned."

Harry straightened up. "I'm fine. Let's try again."

"Harry…"

"Please, Sirius," pleaded Harry. "I have to fight…for my friends."

Sirius grabbed his wand out of his slackened grasp. "Not now," he said. "Let's get you something to eat."

Sirius and Pumbaa helped Harry to the cave where they gave him a large apple to eat. The apple gave Harry a little bit of strength and he wasn't shaking as much.

"Do you think Harry will ever get his magic back?" asked Pumbaa as he watched Harry eat.

"Hmm." said Sirius. "He might, but at a terrible cost."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if he does get his magic back, it would be weak. He wouldn't be able to unleash his magic properly and would explode from all the power that's contained."

"Explode!? You mean like blow up?"

"Then again. If he doesn't explode…he'd probably kill us with wild magic."

Harry looked up and noticed that both Sirius and Pumbaa was watching him. He looked around and noticed that all the hyenas was watching him.

"I'm okay," he said. "I don't think I'll explode any time soon."

"Maybe not," said Sirius. "But I'll have to teach you to fight another way…the only way…the muggle way."

"Hey, Harry," came Alika's voice. "There's someone here to see you."

Harry looked up and saw a large baby elephant standing at the entrance to the cage. On top of the elephant's head was a familiar meerkat.

"Ele," said Harry, not believing his eyes. "Timon. What are you doing here?"

"Well," said Timon. "When Ele learned that you were alive she ran through the ocean toward this island. She really seems to like you."

Ele's trunk stretched out towards him and lifted him off the ground in a tight hug.

"I've missed you," said Ele rubbing his face against Harry's body. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"I'm glad to see you, Ele," said Harry. "But, can you put me down?"

"Oh," said Ele putting Harry on the ground. "Sorry."

Timon jumped down and climbed onto Harry's shoulder. "Now that I think about it, you don't look well."

"I'm fine. How's the Pridelands?"

"We're fine," said Timon. "As long as Kovu and the others obey Voldie, he'll leave us alone."

"Yeah," said Ele. "We've come to bring you home."

They wanted him back? Was it because they missed him and was worried? Or because they wanted him to fight? It didn't matter. He knew that he wasn't strong enough to fight Voldemort. He had no magic and very little will.

"But, Timon," said Pumbaa. "How are we supposed to get back into the Pridelands? Voldemort'll be looking for us."

"Even if we do find a way in the Pridelands," said Harry. "I'm not ready to go back. I'm not ready to face him."

"I have an idea," said Omari. "What if you disguise yourselves?"

"I have an idea," said Timon jumping down from Harry's shoulder. "What if you disguise yourselves?"

Omari nodded, "What?" he said when he noticed what Timon had said.

"A disguise might work," said Sirius. "But we'll have to make it a very good one." He was staring hard at Harry as if trying to find different forms for him. "I know."

"Ron?" came Hermione's voice. She entered the cave and found Ron sleeping and Kovu doing some form of exercise. She looked at Kovu. "What are you doing?"

"It couldn't hurt to drop five pounds," answered Kovu. "Did you want something?"

"Um…yes. I was wondering. What if-what if Harry doesn't want to come back? What if he's not ready?"

Kovu stopped in his exercising and looked at Hermione. "What are you on about? I thought you wanted Harry home."

"I do. But Harry's been gone for a while now and you'd think that if he wanted to return, he would have done it by now."

"Maybe he went into hiding to recover. He could have been hurt."

Ron stirred and opened his eyes. He stood up inside of his cage and stretched. "Hey, Hermione," he said when he noticed her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said starting out of the cave. "I was just thinking about Harry."

Sirius, Timon, Pumbaa, Ele, Omari, and Alika all stood crowded in a group. They all looked as if they were working on something.

"How does he look," came Sirius' voice.

They all stood back revealing a teenaged boy. He was tall with long, black, spiky hair, that fell into his hazel colored eyes.

"He looks great," said Timon. "You can't even tell he's Harry Potter." he added as his eyes took in his scarless forehead. "He looks kind of weird without his glasses."

Sirius had used hazel colored eye contacts instead of having Harry wear his glasses. The contacts would have given Harry a better disguise.

"Now he needs another name," said Ele. "We can't call him Harry."

"I'd say Jarry," said Sirius. "Jarry Thomas."

"Well, hello Jarry Thomas," said Timon. "Are you ready to return to the Pridelands?"

"I guess," said Harry. "But I'm not going to show myself to anyone, but you guys. And you can't tell anyone that I'm there."

"Agreed," said Sirius. "Alright. We'll leave tonight so we can be there by early morning. Get some sleep."