(Sighs) Fine, I guess no one can tell me their birthdays. It's not even on Absolute Anime Profiles, which seems to have the birthdays of every other character in every other series! Argh!

OK, quick shameless plug since PenPusherM did it for me. Go read her Yujo Chronicles! Immediately! They're adorable displays of cuteness coupled with action!

OK, I now swear to you that all you have to suffer through is this chapter and the next one before you see teaching. (Yes, I know because I've already finished the next chapter. No, you're not getting it early.)

Any requests as to who teaches first? I'm totally open to suggestions at this point.

This is just a cute little segment of Harry being picked up and Mokuba taking a shot at throwing his weight around. Hope you enjoy!

Wait, two more things. First, I'd like to say I'm really ecstatic you all liked the squid. I was sooooo afraid to publish that. I thought you'd attack me with pitchforks saying 'OOC-ness! You're horrible!' or 'How dare you copy Lizeth! (Which I didn't….too badly….)'. Your reviews put me at ease.

Secondly, I'd like to shout out to Omega Darkcat who left the best review I've ever gotten, even if I did get this giant lump in my throat when I read it. Thank you so much!

Rescue

Harry had spent most of the day in his room, discreetly packing things away. He'd be damned if he willingly gave the Dursleys any notice of wizards coming to his home. Family or not, they still annoyed him immensely, and every bit of discomfort at their expense was a welcome opportunity.

However, the young savior had no idea as to how his rescuers planned to arrive. Floo powder? Portkey? Brooms? Or even a normal mode of transportation? Say, a car? Harry grinned at the mental image he received of Tonks trying to drive a pickup truck, Lupin leaning out the side window, trying to vanish everything that came within the truck's path.

This led him to scurrying around the house all day, unboarding the fireplace, clearing rooms of sharp objects, placing strategic pillows in corners, unlocking each and every window, and removing a haphazard garbage can from the middle of the driveway. He was still amazed his adoptive family had noticed none of it.

A loud bang echoed throughout the house at ten-to-eight, signaling the arrival of his rescue squad. The bang (followed by a rather loud, high-pitched scream) was quite comforting to Harry – if the Ministry was allowing Portkeys to be distributed and used by those who supported Dumbledore, at least they were outwardly acknowledging Voldemort's return.

"Harry? Are you there?" Lupin's soft voice floated up the stairs, his footsteps sounding on the hallway.

"Almost there! I've just got a couple things to shove in my trunk!" he yelled back, rapidly throwing things in the wooden box. He could hear muffled screeches of his aunt and Dudley downstairs, and wondered vaguely who could be holding them back as Lupin poked his head in the doorway.

"Need some help?"

Harry grinned. "Thanks."

A quick levitation spell saw the two heading down the stairs to the main family room, where Harry saw his 'family' held down on the couch by a young man sporting a horrifying glare.

As Harry looked closer, he realized the boy was actually his own age. Only an enormous amount of maturity saved him from looking like the seventeen year old he was. A white trench coat whipped around him over a basic black t-shirt and jeans, an ensemble completed by numerous amounts of buckles and a pair of combat boots. Black hair cascaded down his back, and lavender eyes shot out from behind darkened eyelashes. He seemed to be holding down the Dursleys with a mere glare – though Harry admitted to himself, he'd probably become just as intimidated under the same circumstances.

As he heard footsteps on the stairs, the young man whipped around to scrutinize Harry. He stepped forward, looking condescendingly on the boy who lived. "You must be Harry Potter." His voice came out low and dangerous, at the same time conveying the fact that the other boy's existence mattered very little compared to his own.

Harry nodded weakly.

He gave an arrogant toss of his head, saying without words that he couldn't believe he had to take the initiative on the conversation – this boy was not worth his precious time. "My name," he stated slowly, still keeping up a patronizing glare, folding his arms in front of him, "Is Kaiba."

Harry's eyes shot open. "Y-you're Seto Kaiba!"

A sudden suppressed snicker broke the mood. Harry turned to see Lupin, who had been traveling behind him, fighting his hardest not to laugh. He could nearly see tears streaming from the werewolf's eyes.

"Not quite, Harry. Not – oh, I'm so sorry, Mokuba! You just – that was beautiful. Please tell me you've put that acting to good use!" Remus returned to snickering on the stairwell.

Harry turned again to face the younger Kaiba, who was now smiling as well, his entire demeanor changed in but a moment. "Lupin!" he drew out the name in a whine, "You broke my cover! Not fair!" Sticking his tongue out at the lycanthrope, he looked to Harry. "I'm sorry – I've just always wanted to try that."

"You're….not Kaiba?"

"Oh, I'm a Kaiba. I'm Seto's little brother, Mokuba." He pouted, "It's just that Seto always seems to have all the fun! Do you have any idea how entertaining it is to watch people grovel because you look at them?" Laughing, he added, "So I stole one of his old outfits and thought I'd try it out on some poor innocent who doesn't know the difference."

Harry gave him a wry grin. "So glad I could be your guinea pig."

Mokuba waved a hand in dismissal. "Nah – this is a one time thing. But either way, we're here to take you back to Hogwarts, and," he looked to Lupin, who nodded, "I do believe our Portkey – that is what you call these, right? – is just about ready to send us off."

Lupin smiled kindly, now more or less over his crippling laughter. "That's correct, Mokuba. Harry, Mokuba will be joining you in your sixth year. He's….something of a transfer student from Japan. He'll also be staying at the castle until term starts."

Mokuba grinned, shedding his brother's trenchcoat, exposing a muscled torso underneath a black t-shirt. "And guess what? We've got the headmaster's special permission to visit Hogsmeade at any time, thanks to my special persuasive powers!"

Harry's eyes lit up. "Really? That's great!"

"Mm-hmm. And my nii-sama's teaching at Hogwarts! You and everybody else in that castle," he grinned slyly, "Are going to have a very interesting year, to say the least."

"Nii-sama?"

Mokuba smacked his hand to his forehead. "Sorry – I occasionally lapse back into Japanese. Sort of a habit when you've spoken the language all your life. Nii-sama means 'brother'."

"Your brother's teaching?"

Mokuba grinned. "That was Yugi's reaction. I – well, you'll meet him later."

"Boys? The Portkey's ready to go."

Mokuba and Harry were still chatting when they arrived at Hogwarts. The younger Kaiba had invited Harry to see the rooms set up for him and Seto, which turned out to be decorated in a lavish Egyptian theme. The CEO was rather unhappy about this and immediately set about ordering house elves to change it, accepting aid from Harry (who knew a few useful transfiguration and charms spells), and allowing both himself and Mokuba to try out a few simple charms (none of which backfired, though only a few turned out with enough perfection for Seto's critical eye). The rooms were slowly being transformed into a beautifully modern theme, complete with computers and electronics displayed throughout the room.

Midnight found Seto clearing a wall (he claimed he'd put one of his bigger monitors directly on it so he could control his company on a more regular basis). Everything he set on the floor was quickly whisked away by a house elf, which promptly disappeared and managed to bow while doing so.

"I must admit, these are the best servants I have ever encountered. Do you think we could convince Dumbledore to loan us some for the main house, Mokuba?"

Mokuba chuckled from the next room, using his wand as a giant paintbrush for a mural in his temporary bedroom. "Somehow I doubt it. I don't think they'd react very well to all the technology."

Harry shuffled nervously. "You know, Mr. Kaiba –"

"Harry! If you call him that again I'll paint your face blue! His name is Seto!" called Mokuba from his painting.

"Yes, well, er… Professor. Your computer isn't going to work here. Nothing electronic works here."

A glint appeared in Seto's eye. "Oh really, Mister Potter?"

"His name is HARRY, Seto!"

Seto smirked, and Harry got the impression that he wanted dearly to roll his eyes at his younger sibling. Instead, he moved towards the laptop resting on the desk. "Then how do you explain this?"

A swirling screen appeared, the emblem of Kaiba Corp growing and shrinking in the center. "How did you do that?"

Seto, in an uncharacteristic display of playfulness, tapped the side of his nose in a mysterious manner. "Not telling."

A woman's voice floated from the speakers of the computer. "Good evening, Mister Kaiba!"

"HIS NAME IS SETO!"

Reviews

PenPusherM – (Snickers) I just love having fun with Kurama. Sorry 'bout that…..

Crazy Hyper Lady – I did! So cute! And I'm thinking that if the girls are anything like PenPusherM, they'll get over the ears REALLY fast and start staring at other anatomy…..

The Raging Flame Moon – But you know I love you anyway, right?

ComputerFreak101 – Trying! Really, truly trying!

Misawa Kaitou – (Hugs) Thank you! And…well….I'm sure I'll have some fun with that. It just might not be for a while…..

Omega Darkcat – That's….really in depth. And I agree, the abruptness of Harry's entrance was really, really weird. I had a migraine while I wrote it, but PenPusherM was on my case to get it published, so that's what you get. If I ever really hit a serious writing block, I promise to you that I'll go back and legthen/edit that. Thanks so much for the review! (I was kinda scared when I first opened it….)

Punk Shark – Thank you! I like him darker as well. It's so fun to write him, honestly. I mean, thieves have more fun than anyone else!

RainOwl – I'm….shocked that the squid is speaking to you. And slightly unnerved. Therefore I'm updating. Quickly.

Lady Threarah – Awwww….Thank you! You rock too!

Black Angel of Destruction – Thank you thank you thank you! Love you so much!

– Nice name, and thanks! I'm so happy you liked it.