Here I am again, with a new story! Before I begin, I just want to give some information. Alot of this I am going to make up on my own because I can. (creative rights and all that, I'm sure you understand.) I'll explain the changes and what not while I go, and if anyone has a comment or complaint they can send it in a review. I won't claim to be an expert in Yugioh, but I've seen the american anime, and I've read alot of the fanfictions. However I might make mistakes that I just don't realize so please tell me so I won't look like a total fool.
Anyways, in this story Ryou's going to 16, for the sake of convenience. It's also in the sixth year of Hogwarts. It's not my favorite HP year, but it'll have to do.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or Harry Potter.
Chapter One
He woke up in an alley, with no idea where he was, with his clothes covered in dirt and blood splatters. Bakura, the spirit of the Ring, was silent in his mind. Ryou let out a sigh as he heaved himself to his feet, old bruises twinging in protest. When he realized he was near enough to his apartment that he would be able to walk there, the corner of his mouth twitched up into a small half smile. More time then he could count, he had found himself out in the middle of nowhere, with no idea of how to get back home.
He limped back to his apartment painfully, with barely a second glance from the people on the street. Most of his neighbors were used enough to the sight, for it wasn't all that uncommon.
Although the Spirit of the Ring had been...kinder since it's release from the shadow realm, it could by no means be called kind. After a millennium of only looking out for himself, Bakura would never be able to completely change his ways.
But none of that mattered to Ryou. What mattered was that the spirit had returned. He wasn't alone anymore, in the sufficating darkness, the silent loneliness where no one would reach him. Not even his friends cared enough to see past his facade and pull him from the depths where he was falling.
Only the spirit had ever done that.
However, for all of his friends thoughts, he had cherished their company enough to betray the only one who saved him from falling. It was only for his friends that he had gone against the spirits will.
He never expected anything in return.
And now that the spirit was back, he made no protests in how he used the body, knowing that his banishment was his own fault.
He finally made it to his apartment, and clumsily stuck the key into the door stumbling into the room.
And froze.
There was a man in his house. A man he didn't know.
/Yami?/ Ryou asked quietly. /Do you know him?/
Bakura awoke, grumbling, but looked obligingly through is host's eyes. Then frowned. /No. See what he wants./
Ryou obediently asked the old man, "Who are you?" cautiously.
The old man smiled, his blue eyes sparkling merrily. "I am Albus Dumbledore. Would I be correct in assuming that you are Ryou Bakura?"
Ryou frowned, but answered honestly, "yes."
The old man's, Dumbledore's, smile widened. "That's good. I was worried I had stumbled into the wrong house. How awkward that would be."
In Ryou's mind the spirit scoffed, but remained silent. Ryou just smiled hesitantly.
Dumbledore's smile shifted to somewhat of a frown when he did not receive the reaction he was going for. However, he continued to talk.
"Now I am sure you are wondering how I got into your house, and why I am looking for." Ryou nodded in assent to the assumption. "I am here, because, Mr. Bakura, you are a wizard."
Dumbledore looked at the youth, waiting for a reaction of either shock or denial. It was how a muggle-born witch or wizard usually reacted to the pronouncement. However, to his shock (and he was rarely shocked) Ryou merely tilted his head to the side in curiously, his innocent eyes practically asking. And...?
Sighing, he continued, "See, our community has very strict rules about underage, uncontrolled magic, which means that you will not be allowed to live as you were, untaught." The headmaster noticed absently that the youth seemed to flinch when he said that. It would require looking into later. "I have come here to offer you a spot in my school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Ryou answered quickly. "I decline."
Dumbledore's smiled dropped slightly, although it didn't disappear. "Why?" he asked, honestly curious. Most children lept at the chance to learn magic. Granted, they were usually younger, but...
"I am not allowed."
Now, Dumbledore frowned. "I've already talked to your father, and he had no problems with you going. He encouraged it, even."
The white haired boy let out a strangled laugh. "I'm not talking about his permission."
"Whose then?" The headmaster's frown had deepened. What was going on?
"I can't tell you."
"I can't tell you." Ryou bit out, his head aching from the spirits ranting. Bakura had not taken kindly to being told that he wasn't allowed to decided whether or not to go to this school.
/Don't tell him about me!/ the spirit demanded. /I doubt he would be pleased to learn that your possessed./
Ryou agreed with the spirit. /What do I tell him, then?/
The spirit snorted in desertion. /Don't tell him anything. Just refuse./
However, the old man wasn't content with this. "Whose permission do you need?" he demanded more forcefully, making Ryou flinch slightly.
/It's okay.../ The old spirit found himself soothing the boy, /I won't let anyone hurt you./The thief frowned at the words, but brushed it off as he felt his host calm down at his words. It must have just been a momentary bit of sentimentality.
Ryou had been surprised at Bakura's attempt to comfort him, but had been grateful, nonetheless. "I can't tell you!" he repeated.
The headmaster continued to frown, but tried a different attempt to gain the information. "Why do you need this other person's permission? Why can't you go if your father tells you too?"
Ryou hesitated. /Yami! What do I tell him?/
/Just tell him that your old man doesn't matter. He's never around anyways, the bastard.../ the spirit trailed off, muttering.
Ryou frowned at what the spirit said, but relayed it anyways. "My father's never around. I haven't even spoken to the man in nearly two years. I have no idea why he would think that what he decides matters." he didn't mention the spirit at all. Or even reference to him.
"I'm sure it's not that bad." the bearded man tried.
Ryou scoffed. "I doubt my father could even name my friends." Even though he didn't blame him... much... even he realized that his father knew very little about his life.
"That can't be true." his uninvited guest told him somewhat condescendingly.
Ryou was knocked back into his soul room as the spirit suddenly took control. /Sorry/ ghosted across his mind, and Ryou gave a delighted grin when he realized that the spirit had just voluntarily apologized. With no Yami Yugi to make him.
It was progress.
"That old bastard has no say in my life! If he doesn't want a son, then he should just leave me the hell alone!"
Dumbledore was honestly confused. One minute, the teen had been a slightly wary but overall polite, but now... he had a glare that could rival Minerva's on any day, and a worst disposition then Severus towards young Harry. "Now, now," he tried to reason, "I'm sure it's not that bad...
The young man whirled to face him. "You call sending your son to a ra-damned different country and not contacting him for months not bad? Why would I want to shack up with wizards who agree with child abuse?"
Dumbledore was struck. "I-I-I didn't mean it that way." He stuttered for the first time in years. He had never even thought that his comment would be taken in such a way. However, he managed to take a second glance at the boy, thinking curiously for a moment, are his eyes red? Before forcing his mind back to the task on hand.
"Mr. Bakura." He finally decided. "You don't really have a choice in the matter." not exactly true, but he needed the boy to attend. "If you don't agree, I'm afraid I'll have to bring in the authorities."
Said boy turned to glare at him, his gaze reminding Dumbledore of an angered dragon. "I doubt your authorities would be able to do much," he told him arrogantly, "But I'm curious. I think I will go to your... school." He tilted his head, as though to listen to something the headmaster couldn't hear. "But I wish to be put with people my own age. And don't try to trick me, old man, because you won't like the consequences."
Dumbledore was confused at the shiver that ran down his spine at those words, but put it aside as being paranoid due to the dark lord's rise. The boy wasn't even trained to use magic, so there was little he could do against him. And he agreed to go to the school, even though it had taken a bit of creative wording. Everything had turned out alright.
So that nagging feeling that was in the back of his mind was really nothing.
A/N: So there's the first chapter. Review and let me know where this goes on my list of finishing! It's just been floating around in my mind for a few days, and I'd love input!