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"Master Seto, an envelope has arrived for you."

Seto let his eyes wander away from the stacks of textbooks on the table and quirked his eyebrows up in interest. Although the boy always seemed to look quite impassive, at a closer glance one would notice the dark shadows under his eyes, the slowly dulling orbs of blue... "Shouldn't you be handing the mail to my stepfather?" The last word was said scathingly and spat.

"Master S-seto, I have a strange feeling about this letter." The servant whispered, "Look at the address."

Seto did as the servant said, and froze. To Seto Kaiba, Kaiba Mansion, 4th room on the right, 4th floor.

"You will say nothing to Gozoboro, understand?" he demanded, sounding cold due to his tired mind.

"Yes Master," the servant bowed, turned around and left.

Curious, Seto Kaiba opened the envelope sealed with red wax and began to read the letter. Finishing quickly, his face was a mixture of shock and disbelief. "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Could there really be such a thing?" he muttered to himself. And even if there was, how could I be a wizard? I've got no magical talents, I've got no special... wait a second. The brunet recalled that day, the day they were passed to their last known relative; cruel like the whole lot of them. They had all used up his and Mokuba's inheritance, and then left them in the orphanage. But the last relative, now she was something else. Something wicked, much much too evil.

[Flashback:]

Seto and Mokuba sat nervously on the couch in front of Aunt Matilda. The only thoughts running through the older boy's head were to protect Mokuba.

"Now," the old woman began, in a screechy and high voice.

"I think I'll start with Seto cleaning up the attic. And Mokuba here can stay with me while he does that."

Seto clenched his fists – he wouldn't let Mokuba and him separate. And he especially didn't trust this old woman, not after seeing the 4 bulldogs she let loose around the house.

"Well then," the woman tapped her hands impatiently, "Get on with it."

Seto held Mokuba's hand hard, and the little boy clung back with just as much vigor.

Then, it seemed as though the woman's crinkled face became even more distorted as she scowled. She wrenched Mokuba away from Seto, whom she then slapped.

While Seto was frozen momentarily with shock, his wandering eyes caught a peek of the sharp knife in her pocket.

Protect Mokuba...Protect Mokuba...Protect Mokuba... it was almost a chant, repeating over and over again in his mind.

And then...a huge explosion. The old lady immediately let go of Mokuba, and glared at the back of the house, where smoke was beginning to rise.

Running over to his younger sibling, Seto gave him a hug, and as he did so, looked at his hands. They were burning – felt scorched. But he shook away the nagging feeling.

Did that have anything to do with his flashback? The blue-eyed boy looked at the letter hopefully – this could his ticket out of here, at least for a while... but what about Mokuba? Seto wasn't going to leave his brother here alone with Gozoboro – Hell, the only reason Mokuba was safe so far was because Seto got the brunt of Gozoboro's wrath.

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That night, Gozoboro was away for a business trip, and Seto had managed to wring his way out of being forced to go to this one.

Thunder crackled against his bedroom window, and the downcast boy looked with pleading eyes at the locked door. Mokuba was in his room, probably feeling the same.

A loud knock interrupted his thoughts and the door opened. NO! Gozoboro CAN'T be back already, he thought fearfully. Instead, Seto was met with the face of a butler. "Master Seto, it seems that we had forgotten a tutor earlier today. He is here now, so prepare your books."

The brunet groaned inwardly. Great, another tutor. But the man greeting him surprised him greatly. He was a tall man, with long white hair and a long white beard. He wore half-moon spectacles, and unlike all of Seto's other tutors, had a kind face.

The man made sure to check that the butler had gone before closing the door, and taking a seat in a chair. "Now Seto," the man began in a kind voice. "I am Professor Dumbledore. I assume you have received your Hogwarts letter?" His question was answered by the sheet in the boy's hand. "Now, I know this may be a hard decision for you, so I will not force anything upon you. However, I must know, have you decided to go?"

For some strange reason, Seto had complete trust and faith in the man before him. Whether it was because of his kindness, or because the man had a certain power about him, the boy didn't know. "I want to...but I-I can't..." he trailed off helplessly.

"Very good. That is all I wished to hear. Your bags have been prepared, and your flight to London has been booked for tomorrow. I will deal with your stepfather."

The boy blinked at him in shock. Didn't the man hear what he just said? He absolutely could NOT leave his little brother behind.

Eyes searching for Professor Dumbledore, he realized that the man had gotten up and was leaving. Before he left though, he gave one last remark to Seto. "Oh, and preparations have been made for Mokuba to go to a boarding school. I'm sure you would not have liked him to stay with your stepfather. You will be able to send him letters on a frequent basis, and seem him during the holidays. I hope that fits to your liking?"

Realizing that Dumbledore was awaiting Seto's response, Seto replied thankfully. "Y-yes, that'd be great."

He wasn't sure if it was a trick of the light, but glancing up, the man had disappeared, a warm breeze in his place.

Seto grinned. He couldn't wait to tell Mokie about this.