Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Suikoden series. I am simply twisting them to meet my sadistic needs.

Warnings: I must apologize, but unless you have played the Suikoden series of games, you will most likely not understand most of this story. The theme of the story was stuck in my head as I was playing through Suikoden III again and would not leave until I started writing this story. This story will contain male/male pairings. If this offends anyone then do not read.

Summary: Someone sent six-year-old Harry Potter to Lucia, chief of the Karaya Clan, and told her to raise him as her own. However, nothing is simple in concern to Harry Potter. How would having Harry Potter on your side affect the outcome of the Second Fire Bringer War?

Love Him

Chapter One

Sleepy twin emerald orbs cracked open at the sound of someone knocking on his cupboard door. 'Odd' he thought. He could tell it was still dark outside, since no light shown under the door. His aunt would not be up for awhile yet. Then who could it be? Deciding to ignore the noise, the little six year old pulled his thin, ratty blanket over his head intent on going back to sleep. Whoever was on the other side of the door had other ideas though.

Knock… Knock!

Growling in irritation, the young boy threw the covers off and crawled towards the door. His bed, if you could even call it that, took up the entire length of the cupboard.

"Harry?" the person asked quietly.

The boy blinked in shock. It had been so long since he had last heard his own name. His 'family' did not use it. To them, he was either boy or freak, but never Harry. No, Harry did not exist to them. Edging the cupboard door open, thanking whoever was responsible for not locking it, he nearly fell back in fright.

Standing just outside his cupboard was an old man. However, there was something odd about this old man. He definitely was not normal. His beard was so long that he had to tuck it in his belt, his nose was long and crooked, and he was a good six feet tall and a set of half moon spectacles rested in front of his twinkling sapphire eyes. The weirdest part was his chose of clothing. It looked like he was wearing a dress with sparkling moons and stars on it. The little boy shook his head at the sight, deciding to ask questions about his wardrobe later.

"Harry?" the man asked again, lowering himself to the boy's level. Harry nodded silently and the man smile jovially. "Ah yes, I thought that was you. Listen Harry, I need for you to gather your things."

"Why?"

"Because I'm taking you away from here." the man replied and smiled when Harry's eyes went comically wide.

The boy sputtered for a few moments before asking, "Why? They are my only family. I don't have anywhere else to go," he said quietly and looked down.

The twinkle in the man's eyes dimmed at the sight of the broken boy in front of him. Not for the first time did he curse himself for leaving Harry with this family. Alas, he had thought it was the right thing to do back then. Oh how wrong he had been. He should have listened to Minerva and Poppy.

"Harry, I'm sending you to another family. This time, you'll be treated right." he told the boy, raising his chin with his forefinger. Looking into the boy's eyes, he confessed, "It was a mistake for me to send you here."

"You sent me here?" Harry asked, betrayed. "Why? They hate me!" the nearly screamed.

The old man sighed. He had hoped things would go easier today. "Harry, we can talk about this later, but I need for you to gather your belongings now. The quicker you do, the quicker we can leave."

Harry stared into the old man's eyes searching for any sign of deceit, but found none. The old man was telling him the truth that much he was certain. Nodding, Harry said, "I'm ready, sir."

The old man frowned. "Isn't there anything you wish to take?"

Harry lowered his head, making his hair fall in front of his face to hide his blushing cheeks. "I don't really have anything, sir. They never really gave me anything," he answered quietly, ashamed at how horrible his family was.

This time, the twinkle left the old man's eyes entirely. He had heard of minor mistreatment, but it was apparently worse than Ms. Figg had suspected. They had not even bought their own nephew anything at all! How could Lily's sister have turned out this horrible?

"It is okay, Harry. You won't need much with where you're going," the man said.

… … …

Several hours later, the old man and Harry landed in front of a large castle. While the old man had not seemed the least bit shocked at using a portkey, Harry was almost catatonic. The old man, who he learned was Albus Dumbledore, had explained to him about his parents. His mum and dad were a witch and wizard. They had not died in a car accident, like his 'family' had told him. No, they died trying to protect him. Of course, he had also destroyed the dark lord in the process. At least some good came of him being an orphan.

Albus glanced down at the young boy and smiled for the first time since arriving at 4 Privet Drive. He was glad to have Harry out of that house. First, he had taken young Harry to buy a few articles of clothing. The poor did not even have a pair of underwear. It was a good thing he told Minerva that he might be awhile. Glancing back towards the door, Albus caught sight of the women of his thoughts. Minerva was standing just outside the doors with an angry scowl on her face. Apparently, Ms. Figg had flooed Minerva about Harry's state. The old man sighed. This was one conversation that he would love to avoid, but knew he could not. 'All well, I'd better get it over with' he thought.

Minerva had been more understanding than Albus thought she would be. She understood why he had not come directly back to Hogwarts after picking Harry up. In fact, Albus had to put her in a full-body bind to keep her from going to the Dursley's and hexing them all into oblivion. Harry was one of her lions, whether he knew it or not. James and Lily, Harry's parents, had both been in Minerva's house. They were like her children, which made Harry her surrogate grandson. Of course, she almost hexed Albus for not listening to her when he placed Harry in that home.

… … …

"You can't be serious, Albus," Minerva seethed.

Shortly after getting Harry back to sleep, the headmaster had called an emergency meeting of the Order of the Phoenix. The topic of discussion was, of course, Harry. The question was what to do with him. They could not leave him to wander the halls of Hogwarts for six years. No, that would not do at all.

"Yes Minerva, I am serious," he replied, "Harry will need this time to himself. He is just a young boy. Let him be just that."

The deputy headmistress sighed. "Albus, but why send him to a different dimension? You know he won't be able to come back, right?" she asked.

"Yes Minerva, I know. But what other options do we have?" he asked, glancing at each of the order members. "If you can come up with another idea, then I'm all ears."

"Couldn't another family take him in?" Molly Weasley spoke up. "I know Arthur and I wouldn't mind taking him."

"Could you afford him?" Severus Snape sneered from across the table. "Everyone knows your financial status."

The red headed woman opened her mouth to retort but quickly snapped it shut at his second comment. It was true. They could not afford another child, no matter how much they wanted the green-eyed boy.

"Where and who would you send him to?" she asked, turning towards the headmaster.

The old man's eyes twinkled ten fold as he started speaking. "I know of a man. He was the chief of the Karaya Clan of the Grasslands. We were close, until someone poisoned him at a piece conference. His daughter is the chief now, but still, I am on fairly good terms with her as well."

"Albus, how is that possible? Crossing between dimensions just isn't possible," Minerva commented.

Albus' smile widened. "For normal people, yes, but it is not for those that control the keys of dimensions. Only certain leaders in every dimension hold one." he explained. "However, only we can travel through these gates. If I sent Harry there, I would have to obtain a majority vote from the council of key holders."

"Can you get a majority vote?" Severus surprisingly asked. Noticing the looks of astonishment on the other's faces, he explained, "As much as I loathe the Potters, I don't think that Potter should grow up being only used in the Wizarding world or abused in the muggle world."

"Speaking of being used and abused, what will we do about his magic?" Minerva questioned. "We can't send him to a world that doesn't even have magic."

"Relax, Minerva, "Albus chided, "The world I have in mind uses rune magic. Almost everyone uses some form of it."

"Rune magic?" someone asked.

"Ah yes, rune magic is when someone attaches a rune to their body. It makes it so anyone can use magic, so to speak. However, it is very different from our magic. Their rune magic deals with mostly the elements of Earth, Fire, Wind, Water and Lightning." the headmaster explained. "But there are still what their people call 'mages'. That is someone who can perform our method of magic. They are much respected in that world."

"I see," the deputy headmistress murmured.

The headmaster glanced sadly in her direction. He knew she did not want to send Harry away, but knew they had to. He could not grow up in this world. In fact, it would be better if he did not. Besides, he knew Lucia would care for him as if he was her own child. The Karaya Clan prized children high on the list of miracles. If nothing else, Luce, Lucia's best friend, would definitely look after young Harry. That woman was like a second mother to everyone in her village. She even looked after some of the adults who were too busy to cook and clean.

Albus blinked and broke his thoughts, noticing that Severus was trying to talk to him. "I'm sorry, Severus, but what did you say?"

The potion's master sighed at the old man. "I asked if you could get a majority vote from the council."

Albus folded his hands underneath his chin in thought. Once he explained the situation, he was sure the council would agree. His old friends, Zerase, Jeane and Leknaat, were all on the council. Zerase would argue with him, Jeane would giggle non-stop, while Leknaat would give some speech about the flow of time and destiny. They would agree though.

"Yes," he finally answered.

The others nodded, but Minerva asked, "Albus, how will he learn his kind of magic?"

"Although this would be a one time trip for Harry, as a key holder, I can travel freely through the dimensions. I will visit him periodically to teach him." Albus replied.

… … …

The village was unusually quiet for this time of the morning. Usually, there were already quite a few people awake and roaming. Of course, there had been a celebration festival last night. Most were probably sleeping off their hangovers. That would not surprise her in the least. Karayans loved to drink. A celebration after the end of a long war made it all the sweeter. It gave them a reason to party, and to thank the Earth and Wind spirits properly.

Call it superstitious mumbo jumbo if you like, but the blessing of the spirits is a big thing to any grasslander. Without the blessing of the spirits, their land would dry up and their crops die. Yes, the spirits played a big part in their everyday lives. Her father, rest his soul, had taught her everything she knew about the spirits.

Lucia's blue-green eyes rested on the gates of the village and spotted movement. It was not an enemy. She was sure of at least that much. It was too early for any kind of attack. Even the Zexens had some amount of pride and respect. Besides, sneak attacks were not their style. Easing herself from where she had been leaning, she made her way towards the gate.

Arriving at the gate, she did not notice anything. Not even the grass was moving or the birds chirping. That was odd. Lucia turned to head back to her hut when a loud cracking sound rang out and a blinding light flashed. The female chief reacted quickly and grabbed her whip, preparing for an invasion. However, no one came. The blonde haired woman frowned heavily. Someone cast a magic spell, but no one was there. In all honesty, it frightened her. Lucia put away her whip, and turned to head back when something caught her eye. Turning back around, she jumped in surprise. Sitting on the ground, not ten feet away from her, was a child. He looked like he was maybe three or four at the most. The boy noticed her and quickly stood up.

"Who are you?" Lucia demanded. The boy glanced at her and frowned. Lucia growled in irritation. She did not have time for games. "I said who are you?" Again, the boy frowned at her but held out a letter in her direction. Lucia eyed the boy suspiciously, before snatching the letter from between his fingers. The female chief opened the letter and started reading, before scowling at the paper.

"Damn you, Dumbledore! You would have to send me someone that can't even speak our language!"

Author's Note: The first chapter is now complete. I hope you all enjoyed. If not, then I apologize. I know that this story will not be for everyone, as some will not understand it. Anyway, I hope to have chapter two up soon as well. The second chapter will pick up after a ten-year time leap.