It had been a very easy few weeks since the death of Luna's father. They kept in touch Via mirrors. The Titan who caused the death of Luna's father and his his former master were both killed by angry Titans. It appears killing a pet can make Titans turn on another. Luna could only watch saddened at the bloodshed. Harry knew that there must be a hunt for them by the humans by now. So he decided to stack up on potions that Severus has been making in their cottage, whenever he could get the chance.

His Master has taken to roaming the forest since the death, most likely feeling protective of him. Not that he minded at all. He spent most of his time chatting with the twins and the adults about strategy. The twins were amazing. They came up with so many idea that it got his head spinning.

A scream made jolted him out of his daze. There can not be humans this close! He can't leave his master so soon! Who knows what would happen to him, to his clan? His worried mind began to run miles per every second that passed.

He felt so lightweight, like a feather in the morning breeze. Then the harshness of landing on the hard earth. The world swirled around him, until it all stopped. Wait, why is he looking up at the trees? Why he feel so lonely? What is going? Why did he feel so scared?

Looking over to his right, he saw his master on the ground. His master is bound by thick black wires. His master is not looking at the humans that are in the trees around them. He is looking at him with worry. It seems that his master knows he is about to die. NO! He can't! He can't loose him that fast! The bond just cemented, he can't break it!

He went to move to his master, but felt something clamp around his ankle. Looking down, he noticed a shackle around his ankle, which is connected to a tree. How did it get around his ankle. A grunt from his master made him look towards fallen Titan. A man who is no taller then him is standing on the back of his master. Two blades are at the nape of his Master's neck.

"Stop," he shouted out, trying to move to his master. The shackle kept him exactly where he is. Pitch black eyes came to stare at him. He felt himself go cold in his spot. This man is a professional Titan killer. He could feel it.

It felt as if someone took his soul into their hands and tore him in half. Nothing seemed to matter, except the scream. The scream would get the notice of any nearby Titan to claim him. He would have to be claimed in a week.

That is the thing about becoming a Titan pet, they can not live without a bond anymore. It did not matter if it is human or Titan, they needed to be bonded to someone. It would become a very basic need just to survive. He needed a bond.

There was yelling, bit it did not matter. He needed to keep screaming no matter what. He rose his voice louder, to reach more area around them. Then there is pain in the back of his head, then darkness. The darkness could not stop the tears of pain from falling from his face.

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The mission was easy, capture a boy in the hands of a blond Titan. It was easy to cut the rope around the Titan's neck as the managed to get the Titan to it's knees. It seems this boy is important to the Titan, as the Titan tired to catch the Basket as it fell. The Titan was easily pinned to the ground. It seems having the Titan's focus on something else makes them easier to kill.

The boy tumbles out of the basket, grunting in pain from hitting the ground hard. When the boy stopped moving, he looked at the sky for a few seconds, most likely in confusion. The Titan beneath them made a grunt, drawing the boys attention to it. During this time, Petra managed to sneak by the boy, placing a shackle from the boys ankle to the tree. This way the boy would not be able to help the Titan.

He landed on the Titan's back, his blades ready to kill the monster beneath him. Then the boy hollered for him to stop. So the boy can speak. Interesting. The Titan beneath him watched the boy so intently, seemingly more worried for the boy then itself. The reaction is very weird.

Not thinking about it for another second, he killed the Titan, and jumped off the quickly disintegrating body. He walked towards the boy, who is just staring at the black corpse as if in shock. Emerald eyes are filled with tears, and something else. The boy huddled closer to himself as if he is in pain as well. How could the boy feel pain from the Titan? Then the boy looked up at the trees, his mouth opened as wide as it could get.

A scream unlike any he has ever heard before erupted from the boy's mouth. Shit, this is going to get the attention of nearly titans. He smacked the blunt end of his sword into the boy's head, knocking the boy out. Releasing the shackle, he lifted the boy up, before leaving the ground himself. Being on the ground is death.

Not ten seconds later, seven Titans emerged into the opening, looking around for something. Are they looking for the boy? Why would the Titan's want the boy? Questions seemed to wiz by his head. He need to know now. The little body of the boy is shaking in his arms. He could feel the boy's tears in his shirt. Disgusting. He is going to need a bath.

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He could hear creaking all around him,the very ground beneath him shook. Wait, this is not hard earth, this is wood. Why would he be laying on wood? Then it hit him, his master is dead. That is why he feels this huge gaping wound in his being. Sitting up, he noticed that he is a wood cage. The box is made out of wood, as are the bars. He noticed that his cloths have not changed a all.

He looked beside him to see people on Horses. They are all wearing the s outfits. There is one on either side of him, not even looking at him. What should he do? Instead of sending up the flares like he should, he decided to just sit and see where he is going. Most likely, he is going to be going to the castle area in front of them.

The huge wall seems massive as they end up right in front of the large gate. Then he looked over to see a titan coming at them. If there is one thing he could not stand, it is to watch a titan devour a human. It made him sick to his stomach. He could not bare to watch. So he slunk off to the far corner of the cage, and sat with his knees to his chest. He lowered his face to his knees, before covering his ears with his hands.

A loud thud jostled him out of his thoughts. He looked around to see that they are in a town. It is the town in which he appeared several weeks ago. The towns people stared at him in wonder, worry, and some with disgust. They most likely wonder why he has survived so long outside the gate. He knew that some of them would fear an outsider.

They moved through the town, whispers began to rise from the crowd. Men snarled at him, calling him filthy names. He could take that. It is when a child threw a stone at him, he turned to give them any attention. The stone hit his shoulder. It did not hurt much, but it stung.

"Enough," said the blond man in the lead of the group. The man demanded respect, reminding him of that military guy that came to his school as a child. The child looked upset at the man. He looked down at the small pebble in front of him. A thought rushed through his head as he lifted it up.

As he looked at the stone, it quickly was replaced by a silver marble that would glitter in the sunlight. The boy stared at him in wonder, before Harry lowered his hand out of the cage. He rolled the marble to the boy. The boy lent down, picking up the small marble with wonder.

The people taking him stopped completely. They all stared at him with many different emotions, except for the small black haired male. The small boy has short blond hair, blue eyes, and freckles covered his body.

"Can you do more," asked the boy, coming closer to his cage. They boy stared at him, wanting him to show more. Harry nodded, not quite sure what he is going to want to say. The boy's eyes begged for him to do more. The blue eyes grew bigger. He hated the puppy eyes of children.

Harry sighed, before raising his hand to the sky. His palm faced upward, his hand began to glow brightly as his magic gathered in his hand. The blond man advanced on him. He need to get this message to his clan now. The light shot out of his hand, soaring into the air. Flying as a fast as a deadly bullet, the light exploded high in the sky, higher then the walls surrounding the kingdom.

Harry leaned back against the wood of the cage. He felt so tired. He needs to keep his magic in check. Should he use too much magic, he could end up killing himself. So he decided to play on his tired body. He slumped back onto the floor of the wood cage holding him. His body is sweaty, his breathing hard.

"Sir," he heard, as his eyes began to close. A cool hand touched his head. It felt wrong. He knew that since he does not have a master, that is someone with no possibility of being his master touched him, he would automatically shy away. He shoved back away from the hand. Another hand grasped him.

The hand pulling him forward felt right. Like he is a possible Master. Harry had no idea what happened next. All he knew is that the wound in his being is gone. He has a master. How is that possible?