Hello, my dear readers!^_^

I just knew that my tactic would eventually work! *strikes triumphant pose* After encountering a nasty Writer's Block with this story, I moved onto a new one and then another one…and then another one…and then another one. Then, when I finished writing my newest story's ("A Different Destiny") newest chapter, I had a stroke of inspiration! So, here is the result – chapter 2.^_^

But before I give the stage to this awesome chapter, I have got an important note: I made a mistake in the last chapter. This story takes place after Harry's 4th year, not 5th, my mistake.^_^

And now – enjoy reading chapter 2!^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or Yu-Gi-OH. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and I don't know who YGO belong to – only that it isn't me *pouts*

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Chapter 2: New Family

Dartz POV

After opening the door with his key, Dartz lead Harry straight to the kitchen where he immediately went on to make a hot chocolate for both of them. He had found out that hot chocolate always warmed him up during cold winter nights. With the temperatures during their confrontation with that creature, it might as well have been winter.

It appeared that Valon had gone out and Raphael had still not come back from his date. Dartz hoped that the blond-haired man was enjoying himself – he deserved some happiness after everything the Atlantean had put him through. He was also hoping that he could, in some way, atone for the wrongs he had committed by helping people like Valon, Alistair and Raphael. It was obvious to Dartz that Harry was one such person even though the boy was doing everything he could to hide it. The eyes are the window to a person's soul and Harry's soul revealed a deeply-set sadness and an immeasurable anguish. Something tragic must have recently happened in the teenager's life. The aqua-haired Atlantean was determined to find out what. Actually, he was determined to discover this boy's entire story.

Giving the black-haired teen one of the two mugs filled with the warm drink, the golden-eyed man took a seat across from his guest and observed the boy for a few seconds. The shivering had died down and some colour had returned to the boy's pale complexion. He was staring at the mug.

"Drink it. I find it warms me up better than anything else and you, my young friend, most definitely need to warm up" he told the teenager, who had jumped slightly at hearing his voice.

"Thank you" Harry mumbled.

"Harry, back at the park…you seemed to know what that creature was" Dartz started, clearly waiting for an answer despite not having asked a question. After looking at his "protector" suspiciously for a few minutes, Harry seemed to come to a decision.

"It was a Dementor – a creature that protects the Wizarding prison Azkaban. I have a question of my own: you are clearly not a wizard, but how did you…no, what did you do to that Dementor?" Green eyes looked warily at the Atlantean.

"You are right in that I am not a wizard. Before I answer your question, though, Harry, I would like to know what is tearing your soul apart" Dartz answered, bluntly stating his wish to know more about the teenager.

Harry was taken aback. This man just suddenly appears in the park, saves him and then wants to know about him? Well, at least he is straightforward…unlike his traitorous former friends. Closing his eyes, Harry clearly recalled the events of his 4th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After having been named the fourth champion in the Triwizard Tournament everyone had, in short, turned on him. They actually hated him for something he did not do. But no, who would listen to him? No one. Except this strange man. Harry snorted – a person he had met barely half an hour ago would listen to him and his side of the story, whilst his friends of 3 or 4 years would not. Well, he had nothing to loose by telling this man his story. He was tired of having to hide everything; sick of never telling anyone about his treatment at the Dursleys' house. It was time to come out with the truth, come what may.

Dartz's frown after hearing about the death, no, the murder of Harry's parents had only deepened as the teenager told him his life's story up to the confrontation with the Dementor. The teen's situation was worse than he had thought. However, that was not the only cause for the aqua-haired man's worry: he had noticed that throughout the entirety of Harry's stay at Hogwarts, the headmaster – one Albus Dumbledore – the green-eyed boy had always been in some kind of danger that the old man could have prevented.

In Harry's first year, the obstacles guarding the Philosopher's stone were easily bypassed by a trio of eleven-year-olds, whilst they should have protected the stone from Voldemort, an experienced dark wizard. In the boy's second year it was the basilisk –the old man could have easily deduced that Slytherin's beast was a snake and, what's more, that it was a basilisk. After all, if a 12-year-old witch could figure it out, shouldn't an over 100-year-old man as well? Harry's third year had brought a small smile to Dartz's face – the boy had been reunited, if only shortly, with his godfather. According to the chocolate frog card of Dumbledore the boy had given him, the headmaster of Hogwarts had the power to ask for a trial for Mr. Black and the man would have been found innocent of the crime he was framed for. Then, finally, there was the boy's recently completed fourth year – he had been forced to participate in a tournament that was only meant for 17-year-old students! Dartz was sure that it could have been entirely avoided. If it had, then this teenager would not have had to witness the death of a fellow student, as well as competitor and friend, or the resurrection of the man who had killed his parents and countless other innocent people. No, there was something fishy about Albus Dumbledore. As soon as he concluded all of this, Dartz told the green-eyed teenager of his suspicions about the old man.

Harry was shocked, to say the least. He had never really thought about it from that point of view and he was furious at the conclusion he himself had come to after hearing Dartz's observations – the headmaster, a man h had respected and admired, had been using him, lying to him and had been manipulating him.

"Calm down, Harry" Dartz ordered the angry teenager "I don't even know if my theory is right" the golden-eyed man continued.

"Regardless of whether it is right or not, I have let too many people control my life until now. Now…Now I am going to take control and the first step to achieving this is to go to Gringotts" the black-haired teenager replied, green eyes filled with determination.

"Gringotts? The Wizarding bank? Why would you…Ah, you want to see if the old man has been meddling with your account. Good move" the Atlantean praised the boy, chuckling at seeing a small blush cover his cheeks "I shall accompany you there, of course" he continued.

"What? But why?" came Harry's confused question.

"As a sort of pseudo-guardian, I suppose", Dartz answered, an idea quickly forming in his head as he carefully observed Harry's eyes. The emerald green eyes had a strange glint in them as two emotions battled for dominance: longing and hope.

"Thank you", the 15-year-old replied before sipping his slightly cooled down hot chocolate, a small smile on his face. Seeing the boy's smile made Dartz's decision easier.

"Harry, since your life with your relatives is obviously awful and you clearly despise them as much as they do you, what would you think of being adopted? By me, I mean" the Atlantean nervously proposed. He wasn't certain, if he would be a good guardian, but he knew that he would treat the boy better than those Dursley's did. Besides, if the black-haired teenager were to agree, then maybe Dartz could begin to atone for his wrongdoings.

The smile that appeared on the teenager's face and the look of hope and happiness in the boy's emerald green eyes was all the aqua-haired man needed to see to know that he had just gained a new family member.

Harry's POV

Harry had never felt so happy before. The pain of being abandoned by his best friends and depressing thoughts of never being accepted anywhere instantly evaporated. This man, this complete strange he had met only 2 hours ago, had just proposed to adopt him. The black-haired boy would have been suspicious as to whether the man had some sort of ulterior motive, but his golden eyes revealed is thoughts quite clearly: the man cared for Harry's well-being, even if he had known him only for a couple of hours, and sincerely wanted to offer the boy a place, which he could call home. Not even trying to suppress the utter joy that filled him, the teenager leapt up from his chair and embraced the man.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…" Harry repeatedly murmured, as for the first time in his life he cried not tears of pain and misery, but tears of joy and happiness.

A pair of comfortingly strong arms wrapped around the weeping teenager.

Valon POV

"Hey, I've been waiting for hours for you, mate!" exclaimed a certain brown-haired teenager, his Australian accent showing through even more clearly due to his worry. Valon stopped in his tracks when he entered the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of Dartz with a shaking teenager in his arms. Almost immediately the Australian teen felt a sort of kinship with the black-haired boy. Unbeknownst to him, Harry was experiencing the same sensation.

"What's your name, kid?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the right in a childish manner, catching a glimpse of an emerald green eye looking at him. The sniffling teenager extricated himself from the Atlantean's embrace and turned around towards the inquisitive brown-haired boy.

"Harry. What's your name?" Harry asked in the same childish tone and with the same tilt of his head.

"Valon. Are you an orphan?" Valon proceeded with his questioning. He needed to know why he felt as if the kid was like a brother to him.

"Yeah, Do you get into fights?" the black-haired teenager continued.

"Sure do. Did you have to fight to survive?" Valon questioned.

"Yeah. Were your parents killed?" Harry inquired.

"They were. Did you beat…" Valon started.

"…the guy who did it?" Harry finished.

"Yes!" they both answered, wide grins displayed on both their faces.

Dartz POV

Dartz could only blink in fascination as he followed the two boy's conversation like a tennis match, his head turning from one to the other. Those two were acting the way Dartz imagine long lost brothers or even twins would. This only supported his thoughts that Harry belonged in their little, rag-tag family.

That night in that kitchen there wasn't a person who was not either smiling or grinning.

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