Hi guys!^_^

*hides behind very big shield* I know I promised and update of my other story – "What doesn't kill you makes you stranger" – but it will have to wait at least until the middle of September.

Now, onto this. I have recently been going through some of my older files and discovered this delightful little story buried in one of my mum's folders. What it was doing there, I will never know. After reading through it and making a few corrections grammar- and spelling-wise I decided to post it. If you want me to post the other chapters I've written for this story, then please inform me in a review.^_^

VERY IMPORTANT!:

Background Information:

Yu-Gi-Oh: In this story, what happened during the Waking the Dragons Arc is almost completely the same as in canon, except that Dartz was sent back to the mortal world and he did not influence Raphael, Valon and Alistair's lives so that they join him later on. He did not cause the cruise ship Raphael was on to crash into that hurricane, he did not cause the fire in the church that got Valon sent into Juvie and he did not kidnap Alistair's little brother.

Harry Potter: The story takes place after 5th year and the events of "Order of the Phoenix". I unfortunately did not change Sirius' fate, so that lovable guy still dies. The only difference is that all of Harry's friends more or less turn their back on him, blaming him for the entire Department of Mysteries fiasco.

Well, that's all for now. Hope you enjoy reading it and I hope to see your opinion of it in reviews!^_^

YGOxHP

Chapter 1: Meeting

Dartz sighed as he walked down one of the many streets of a suburb near London called Surrey. His eyes – of an unusual yet beautiful golden colour – swept from one side of the street to the other and back. All the houses were the same, with the only difference being the state of each house's garden. Unusually light blue hair was softly rustled by the wind as a small, yet welcome breeze played with the golden-eyed man's waist-length hair.

After Dartz had been reborn into the mortal world after the entire Orichalcos affair had ended, the Atlantean King had gone to apologize to his three former Swordsmen: Alistair, Valon and Raphael. After a very long discussion, Raphael and Valon had decided to stay with Dartz, whilst Alistair had announced his wish to look for his brother, Mikey. Dartz still couldn't believe that Valon and Raphael had forgiven him, much less stayed with him. They had decided that a nice and peaceful break from anything and everything supernatural would be nice and this is how they had ended up buying the house on n5 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Today was one of the hottest days this summer and since Valon was napping and Raphael was on a date (which had surprised both Dartz and Valon) the former president of the mysterious Paradias Company had decided to take a walk. As his feet subconsciously carried him towards the park, the blue-haired man thought about the two months that had passed since the Great Leviathan had been sealed away forever and his sanity had been returned to him. A small smile appeared on his face as he thought about the close relationship he had developed with Valon and Raphael during that small time period – they were like a family, now that he thought about it.

Family. It was something that he had expected to never have again after spending the last 10 000 years alone. He had spent a good deal of time talking with his father, Ironheart, and catching up with his daughter, Chris. He had been saddened when he had found out that only he would be going back to the mortal world and would be in that way separated from his family. But he had found family in the faces of Valon and Raphael, the two people he had put through the worst of trials. Yet they had stayed with him after all their ordeals…He was extremely grateful for that. Family was something that he had valued a lot when he was the King of Atlantis…and what he had forgotten under the dark influence of the Orichalcos. It seemed that family was something that the boy living in n4 Privet Drive also hadn't know for a long time.

The boy in question was, in comparison to him and Valon and Raphael, a midget, scrawny, as if he hadn't been eating properly in a long time, and had the messiest and darkest hair the Atlantean had ever seen. It was the boy's eyes, though, that stood out the most: eyes the colour of emeralds. Or at least Dartz thought that they should have been emerald green in colour. The first time he had seen the boy was when he had been obviously picked up by the fat man and his wife from somewhere. Strangely enough, besides a trunk there had also been a cage with a snowy-white owl sitting in it. When the boy had briefly turned around before entering the house, the teenager's eyes had crossed his. The boy's eyes had been an extremely dull, green colour and held a sadness that was only reflected in the eyes of a tortured soul. Seeing that had, in turn, saddened the Atlantean greatly – a person in the middle of his teens was not supposed to have such a look in their eyes.

Dartz abruptly stopped under the shade of one of the trees in the park when he saw the boy he had been thinking about sitting on one of the swings, alone. The teen's head was bowed, his fringe covering the probably downcast eyes. Suddenly he heard a group of teenagers laughing as they approached the boy. Dartz recognized one of them as the son of the fat man living in n4 Privet Drive. It appeared as if the boys were saying their farewells, one of them mimicking punching someone. Once only the fat boy was left, the teenager Dartz had been thinking about stood up from the swings and walked over to the other boy.

"So, who've you been beating up tonight?", he asked once he reached the fat boy, "Another ten-year-old? I know you did Mark Evans two nights ago –

"He was asking for it" the fat boy snarled.

"Oh yeah?"

"He cheeked me"

"Yeah? Did he say you look like a pig that's been taught to walk on its hind legs? 'Cause that's not cheek, Big D, that's true" (1)

Dartz chuckled. The boy was quite witty…and right. The fat boy DID look like a pig walking on its hind legs. But then he frowned. Surely if those boys were living together in the same house, they wouldn't talk like this. Teasing was simply that – teasing. But the way the two boys looked at each other made the blue-haired man's frown deepen – they were looking at each other with pure hatred. What was the history between them? Looking up from his thoughts, he noticed that he had missed a part of the conversation. It seemed that now the tables had been turned and the fat boy was "teasing" the other one.

"Come and help me, Dad! Mum, come and help me! He's killed Cedric! Dad, help me! He's going to – Don't you point that thing at me!" (2) the fat boy shouted before slowly backing away from the wooden stick the other boy had taken out and was pointing straight at the fat boy's heart. The slow backing out steadily turned into a stumble before the fat boy turned tail and ran away as fast as his pudgy legs could carry him.

Dartz could only stare at the wooden stick that the boy was now pointing at thin air, before lowering it and stowing it away in the back of his jeans. Why had the fat boy been so frightened of it? It was, after all, only a simple, wooden stick. Before he could decide what to do – should he go and talk to the boy now or wait for a later moment? – the former Atlantean King froze. The warm night temperatures had just dropped frighteningly fast and the cold that now surrounded the area was intense, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and his brain go on high alert. Luckily he had decided to wear his long, white, leather trench coat, as well as his white, knee-high boots and white baggy pants, so the unexpected cold did not affect him physically.

Looking up he saw the boy was carefully listening for something, his eyes closed and the wooden stick from before was out again. Following the boy's example, Dartz started to listen for anything out of the normal and that's when he heard it – someone or something was drawing long, hoarse, rattling breaths (3), which made golden eyes snap open with a horrible jolt of dread – something bad was about to happen, he knew it. Without even thinking about his actions, the blue-haired man quickly walked to where the boy was standing and pushed the startled, confused and wary teenager behind himself, turning towards the direction from which the sound appeared to be coming from.

The teen didn't say a single word as he and Dartz stood in silence. After a few minutes of waiting, a towering, hooded figure came smoothly gliding in their direction, hovering over the ground, no feet visible beneath its robes. (4) Dartz had never seen a creature like that, although the boy's quickly drawn breath behind him suggested that the teenager had come across such a creature before. Fervently hoping that the pendant around his neck – a reminder for the Atlantean of his time as king – still contained some form of magic, Dartz closed his eyes and dived into his soul, searching for the source he had used to fuel the spells he had cast, whilst being possessed by the Orichalcos.

The blue-haired man was surprised to discover that he could still locate it and that instead of the green colour it had been it had turned a blinding white. Drawing power from it, he channeled it through his entire body. With a fierce glare directed at the quickly approaching creature, Dartz directed the power he could feel gathering in his hands towards the creature. To his immense surprise, a familiar circle with an oddly-shaped, 6-pointed star appeared beneath the creature, which had frozen mid-air. For a moment Dartz thought that he had somehow inadvertedly revived the Seal of Orichalcos, but then he noticed the seal's colour – instead of green, it was white. A huge beam of white burst forth from the seal and engulfed the dark creature, before disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared and only leaving a small piece of the strange creature's tattered cloak floating to the ground.

Breathing a sigh of relief and smiling, Dartz turned around and was met with the astonished face of the boy he had – successfully – protected. The smile faded slightly when he saw that the boy was shivering and in his mind there was but one option. Putting one had on the boys shoulder and the other on the boy's back, Dartz started to guide him out of the park.

"I am going to bring you back to my house. You look as if you are about to collapse from either exhaustion or cold!" Dartz said to the teen, who continued to stare at him.

"W-Who are you?" the teenager slightly stuttered. He was wearing only a T-Shirt and a pair of shorts, with a ragged pair of trainers on his feet. That had definitely not been enough for the sudden chilling temperatures a few moments ago.

"My name is Dartz. And what is your name?" the Atlantean replied, an amused smile on his face as he noticed the teenager staring slightly at his eyes and hair.

"Harry. Harry Potter" came the short reply from the teen, though Dartz suspected it might be because of the exhaustion, rather than being a sign of impoliteness. He would have been exhausted as well, if he hadn't used the energy within him so many times before.

The two "winners" from the encounter with the strange creature were now outside the park and Dartz was leading the boy – no, Harry – to his house. He wondered how Raphael and Valon would react…

Harry's thoughts

What the hell just happened! First I feel the presence of a Dementor and then a weird guy suddenly appears and…and…and disintegrates that foul creature! Where the heck is he leading me now anyway? Can I even trust the guy? I mean, look at him! He has aqua-coloured hair and golden eyes! Then again, as far as I know, anything evil can't possibly have golden eyes – it's a pure colour, a light colour. No, for now I will trust the guy. Wait, what did he say his name was? Dartz…What a strange name. On the other hand, I've heard stranger names before. Hey, that's n6 Privet Drive we are going to! How the heck could I NOT notice such an unusual neighbour? Then again, Petunia is the one who keeps up with stuff like that…I bet that Dudley already went and told her about me taking out my wand. Wait a second, does this mean that this man saw my wand as well? Wait, he saw the Dementor! He HAS to be a wizard? But I didn't see any sign of recognition on his face when I told him my name and he did not use a wand to disintegrate – is that even possible? – the Dementor…So…he's not a wizard? Then what the heck is he! I also wonder what that power of his is – I mean, for Christ's sake, he DISINTEGRATED a Dementor! Oh, wait, we're at the door. Better pay attention again…

End of Harry's thoughts

YGOxHP

Well, that was the first chapter. Rather short, I'll admit it, but I still wasn't much of a writer when I wrote this story.^_^

(1) – (4) are all excerpts from J.K.'s "Order of the Phoenix", except I made small alterations to them to better fit the flow of the story, as it were.^_^