A/N: Here's the second chapter, and out quicker than I originally thought, hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: See first chapter Vanishing for disclaimer.

New Family

Harry Potter awoke in darkness. Darkness was something he was familiar with so it did not frighten him. After all if living in the stairs under the cupboard was livable for six years, then this place was too.

His eyes already had begun adjusting the lack of light, and soon he would be able to see like normal again, although he still wore glasses. Harry rubbed his eyes sleepily, gave a quick yawn, and went to the large door, two times at tall as his uncle, and three times as wide as his cousin.

He went over to the door and much to his surprise after turning it just once, he discovered that it was not locked. Gleeful he quickly ran out and began looking at the place he was taken.

The hallway was if anything huge, probably the size of the first three houses on Privet Drive. On the walls were few paintings. The paintings depicted a girl around sixteen with a staff in hand petting a strange flying creature.

Harry felt enchanted and a connection to the painting, but did not realize what it was. The bird was beautiful. The bird looked almost reptilian, like one of those dinosaurs he saw in Dudley's picture book; one of his few possessions. The bird was very colorful and the face had a almost human-like characteristic to it, he noticed it seemed to stare at him from its frame, he was even more startled when the picture moved.

Harry quickly jumped back. A fireplace in middle of the hallway puzzled Harry, but he continued on. As he got near a large round table in the middle of the hallway, he heard voices. When he heard that the voices were not anyone known to him he became frightened. That turned to gratefulness after thinking about the Dursleys.

He squinted and could make out the shape of four figures. One was a large buff man, clad in dark black robes and having a huge sword strapped to his belt. His eyes kept switching from pale red to yellow and then back again.

Next to the black robed man was a woman clad in almost sparkly blue robes, it took Harry's brain a minute or so to realize that the robes were not blue, but made of ice and quite see through. If Harry had been a few years older he may have blushed or done something resembling embarrassment, but as he was not yet in that phase, he did not care.

Next to ice robed woman was a small child dressed in purple robes. From what Harry could tell the child looked about his age, only a few years older. He too was talking animatedly about some foreign exchange which Harry didn't really care to listen in.

Next to the young boy was a tall man. He had golden hair; including a beard that went to about the end of his neck. This man was dressed in gold and black robes, an amethyst ring around his ring finger, and a staff at his feet with another jewel; a topaz at its tip.

Harry was so furtively watching the four people at the table, that his eyes momentarily strayed from the boy his age and when he glanced back the boy was gone! Gone. He disappeared out of thin air, it wasn't possible and yet he did it. It was the type of thing he had always hoped to be able to do when he was younger.

He was pondering the disappearance that he did not realize when another fifth person grabbed him from behind.

Shocked Harry quickly turned around and looked at his attacker. His attacker was none other than the kid who had disappeared. Shaking himself out of his shock he quickly raised his fists as if to defend.

"It's okay." The boy said, the voice childish and fitting the body.

Harry gulped down his fear(there wasn't much) and asked. "What's okay?"

"You." The boy replied before disappearing again.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" The man clad in black said in a loud booming voice.

"I believe our visitor has awoken." The man in gold said, his voice was gruff and rather confident.

"There, there child. No harm is to come to you. My name is Shiva." The woman was the last to speak and just hearing her voice he became tranquil.

"Why am I here?" Harry asked innocently and staring wide-eyed at the four now surrounding him.

"You asked for someone to save you, and so we came. Those boys won't be bothering you anymore. You'll be staying with us for now. The name's Griever." The man in gold said.

"You saved me? Why, my aunt and uncle says no one cares about a freak like me." Harry said sadly.

"Your aunt and uncle said that did they? Well they will reap what is owned. The name is Odin, and you are not a freak, if anyone could have the pleasure of being called a freak it is your cousin." The man in black said grinning. Harry thought that he looked scary, but could already tell he was quite friendly.

"That's right Harry. Your anything, but a freak, in fact you are a very special little boy. You want to know why?" Shiva asked softly.

Harry nodded shyly, blushing when she ruffled his hair, no one had ever done that to him before. Maybe they did care for him.

"You are the first Summoner on the planet for many millennia's. You are also the son to one our grandchildren. He is not, nor I fear, never will be among us again." Shiva said sadly.

"Where is he?"

"Dead", the boy in purple said before anyone else could say anything. Despite his appearance he was the one in charge. "I am King Bahamut. Lord of all of those who live in-between life and death. I am older than I look, and yet am younger than I look. We shall talk later; Shiva and Odin will probably want to help you get settled in. Farewell Summoner Potter." Bahamut said this and vanished again to Harry's delight.

"Harry there are a few things you need to know, you are a wizard."

A/N: Yes, I'm leaving it here, I am not that good at writing before the actual events, or school, so next chapter he will probably head to Diagon Alley, and a few substantial changes will be seen, a year or two later as well. Hope you enjoyed, please read and review. RT