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A/N: I apologize for such a short chapter, but I have to get these tedious but necessary scenes out of the way! Next chapter… Seto finally goes to Hogwarts! A house he'll be sorted into, friends/acquaintances/ he'll make… ^^ Any ideas? Leave a review!!!

The next day, for some reason, Gozoboro still wasn't back from his trip. ­­­­Seto suspected that it had something to do with Hogwarts and Professor Dumbledore, but didn't comment.

It seemed that the day was in Seto and his brother's favor, for all of their tutors had called in sick, and the locks of the doors weren't working, meaning that Seto and Mokuba could be together. The day was a great one for the two children, and a little too coincidental.

Later that evening, there was another storm brewing. Mokuba and Seto were sitting on a comfy sofa, huddling under a thick wool blanket. Mokuba, the small child already frightened by the storm as he was, was about to practically burst into tears at the large boom that shook the whole mansion. There were thunderous rumbles, echoing in the near empty house – the butlers and maids had taken an early leave today, seeing as how Gozoboro wasn't here to catch them. The thundering rumbles slowly became louder and louder, nearing the two children, and Seto soon realized that they were footsteps. A voice then called out to them: a kind voice – with a slight uneducated twang, and a British accent.

"Se'o? Mokuba?"

The children tensed and Seto threw the blanket so that it completely enveloped the two of them. How does he know our names?

"Come now, where'er you are, no need to be afraid." The voice paused momentarily. "Professor Dumbledore sent me."

Mokuba was attempting to stay silent and shaking uncontrollably, but Seto completely surprised the younger sibling by throwing the blanket off the two of them immediately.

"Did you say Professor Dumbledore sent you?" he asked, perking up.

"Ah now there y'are. Yes, yes he did. It's time for ya to go and pack up, we're be leaving in a bit."

Finally, the owner of the voice came into sight, and Seto almost let a scream escape his lips, Mokuba finally bursting into tears.

The man was huge, maybe around twelve feet or so tall. He was HUGE, with a dark, long mane of frizzy hair, accompanied by a matching beard.

The surprising thing was, that albeit all this, the man seemed not to be that old – perhaps in his late thirties or early forties.

Seto had to egg Mokuba into packing his things, and Mokuba –being the devoted, trusting brother he was- immediately followed his older brother's requests.

It was after they had packed and came downstairs, that the man finally introduced himself. Hagrid, his name was.

Mokuba had known that Gozoboro was planning on splitting up the two children by sending Mokuba to a boarding school, and was immediately cheered by this new plan. He'd do anything for Seto.

But even this didn't prevent the tears that the young boy shed, shaking violently as Hagrid dropped Seto off in some strange street.

Seto hugged Mokuba, and an almost unnoticeable stray tear glided down the brunet's face.

"I love you Mokie. Be good, and remember to send me letters, alright? I'll see you during Thanksgiving."

"Buh-buh-big bwuh-thuh! Please don't leave!"

Seto hushed his younger brother. It took everything in him to bid farewell to his younger brother – the only one he'd ever cared for, the only one he loved, the one he'd do anything for…the only one.

And as the brick wall magically closed between the two siblings, the first layer of frost enveloped Seto's heart.

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