Author's Note: I am rewriting Wizards of the Ancient World, my other fic. I
think this one will be a lot better. I'm trying to put more thought into
this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Summary: Voldermort has finally struck and his attacks are rocking the magical world right down to its foundations. New alliances and enemies threaten to wipe out all resistance. But there is one thing that could make all the difference between victory and defeat, the last piece of the puzzle. Now both sides are on the search, a race against time to collect all seven Millenium Items and to utilize their ancient powers to claim the final battle.
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Chapter 1
"All students! Head to the Great Hall immediately, please!" The blare of the megaphone echoed through the halls and classrooms as the castle shook under another tremor.
Harry grabbed at the railing, struggling not to tumble down the staircase. The earthquakes had started approximately ten minutes ago and had grown steadily worse with every spasm of the ground beneath their feet.
"Harry!" Ron called. "Hurry!"
"I'm trying! What in the world is going on?"
The students of Hogwarts crowded into the Great Hall, pale, panicked faces filled with confusion. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore raised his hand for silence and the hall fell quiet instantly, something they almost never did.
"The school is under attack," he announced in a calm voice. "All students must evacuate immediately. We have scheduled ministry wizards to take you home. Those of you who live with muggles can choose to go with one of your friends. Your things will be sent after you."
The crowd burst into frightened whispers. It was unheard of that Hogwarts would become so unsafe. What was going on? The school had always been known as the haven from dark forces . . . If they could not rely on this, what could they rely on? What would happen to their families?
Harry, Ron, and Hermione caught up to the other Weasleys and they stood in a knot, waiting. Four wizards in ministry robes appeared beside them.
"Where to?" one of them asked, wand already in hand.
"The Burrow."
They nodded and took up positions around the group. With a muttered incantation they were gone.
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Isis opened her eyes slowly, feeling the warm mettle of the Millenium Tauk around her neck. There had been another vision, this one worse than the last, so much worse, full of bloodshed and death.
What puzzled her was the fact that the tauk was giving her visions at all. It had lost a great deal of power after Battle City, and it was only on rare occasions that she could get it to work. Now . . . now it was throwing visions at her every hour of every day and night. Every time she turned the corner she would see things, strange things, things she was only just beginning to understand.
It bothered her, the feeling that accompanied the visions, the danger and desperation, and the sense that it concerned her brother and his friends. Worse, she couldn't do anything.
In the past week or so, she had set to work, researching other branches of magic outside of Egypt. She had found more than she had bargained for from wizards and witches to schools that taught modern magic to capable students. To top it off she had discovered that the whole magical population was involved in a war that could destroy the world, as they knew it. She feared that somehow or other, the Item Holders would get involved. Malik and Yami Bakura were magnets for ill luck, trouble, and mischief.
Isis sighed and reached for a pice of paper and a blue pen. She would write them, warn them to stay out of trouble. That was all in her power to do and she would have to be satisfied-for now.
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It was roughly one year since the Battle City incident and Yugi now lived with Ryou and Malik. The three had become good friends and, though their yamis still despised each other, they were learning to cope with one another's existence. They had flown to England for a well-earned vacation and currently were staying in a house owned by Ryou's father, who was at an archeological dig in Egypt. So the three teens and their others had the house all to themselves. This was fortunate for modern technology plus ancient Egyptian spirits equaled total mayhem.
The first time their yamis had decided to try cooking, they had nearly burnt the house to the ground, thus leading Malik to ban them from the kitchen. The white-blonde Egyptian himself was, to the surprise of both his friends, an excellent cook.
The doorbell rang and there was the sound of several magazines and various other items being shoved through the mail slot, hitting the hardwood floor with a loud slap.
"I'll get it!" Yugi yelled as he came down the stars.
He padded down the carpeted hall and bent to scoop up the pile of papers scattered on the bare floor before the front door. As he did so, an envelope caught his attention. The stamp held the picture of the Gizza Pyramids and the handwriting for the address was familiar.
Yugi dumped the mail on the kitchen table and took a seat beside Ryou, picking up the envelope and examining it curiously. He had definitely seen the writing somewhere before, the words done in sapphire blue ink.
"What's that and who's it from?" Malik asked, peering over Yugi's shoulder after setting several steaming plates down on the table's polished, circular surface. "Ishtar! Put that sword back on the wall! It belongs to Ryou's father and is an extremely valuable antique. Keep your hands off it unless you plan on paying for the damages!" Malik barked, catching sight of his darker lifting the gold-hilted blade from the straps that held it to its plaque on the hallway wall.
Ishtar slid the weapon back into place and went upstairs looking sulky. Malik turned back to Yugi, satisfied.
"I don't know. It doesn't say."
"Well, open it," Ryou said, putting down his fork to join the other two.
Just as Yugi was about to do so, they were interrupted by a loud crash from the floor above followed by a continuous flow of Egyptian curses. Ryou winced. Turning away he began walking toward the stars.
"I'd better go see what they've done now."
There was another loud crash complemented by the sound of breaking glass. Malik took off after Ryou and Yugi dropped the letter, running for the staircase. Whatever Bakura and Ishtar were up to upstairs, it sounded like something else in the house would need to be fixed or replaced. And, as always, it was going to be a very "eventful", very long day.
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AN: If you have read my other fiction, please tell me what you think.
Thank you for reading and please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Summary: Voldermort has finally struck and his attacks are rocking the magical world right down to its foundations. New alliances and enemies threaten to wipe out all resistance. But there is one thing that could make all the difference between victory and defeat, the last piece of the puzzle. Now both sides are on the search, a race against time to collect all seven Millenium Items and to utilize their ancient powers to claim the final battle.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 1
"All students! Head to the Great Hall immediately, please!" The blare of the megaphone echoed through the halls and classrooms as the castle shook under another tremor.
Harry grabbed at the railing, struggling not to tumble down the staircase. The earthquakes had started approximately ten minutes ago and had grown steadily worse with every spasm of the ground beneath their feet.
"Harry!" Ron called. "Hurry!"
"I'm trying! What in the world is going on?"
The students of Hogwarts crowded into the Great Hall, pale, panicked faces filled with confusion. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore raised his hand for silence and the hall fell quiet instantly, something they almost never did.
"The school is under attack," he announced in a calm voice. "All students must evacuate immediately. We have scheduled ministry wizards to take you home. Those of you who live with muggles can choose to go with one of your friends. Your things will be sent after you."
The crowd burst into frightened whispers. It was unheard of that Hogwarts would become so unsafe. What was going on? The school had always been known as the haven from dark forces . . . If they could not rely on this, what could they rely on? What would happen to their families?
Harry, Ron, and Hermione caught up to the other Weasleys and they stood in a knot, waiting. Four wizards in ministry robes appeared beside them.
"Where to?" one of them asked, wand already in hand.
"The Burrow."
They nodded and took up positions around the group. With a muttered incantation they were gone.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Isis opened her eyes slowly, feeling the warm mettle of the Millenium Tauk around her neck. There had been another vision, this one worse than the last, so much worse, full of bloodshed and death.
What puzzled her was the fact that the tauk was giving her visions at all. It had lost a great deal of power after Battle City, and it was only on rare occasions that she could get it to work. Now . . . now it was throwing visions at her every hour of every day and night. Every time she turned the corner she would see things, strange things, things she was only just beginning to understand.
It bothered her, the feeling that accompanied the visions, the danger and desperation, and the sense that it concerned her brother and his friends. Worse, she couldn't do anything.
In the past week or so, she had set to work, researching other branches of magic outside of Egypt. She had found more than she had bargained for from wizards and witches to schools that taught modern magic to capable students. To top it off she had discovered that the whole magical population was involved in a war that could destroy the world, as they knew it. She feared that somehow or other, the Item Holders would get involved. Malik and Yami Bakura were magnets for ill luck, trouble, and mischief.
Isis sighed and reached for a pice of paper and a blue pen. She would write them, warn them to stay out of trouble. That was all in her power to do and she would have to be satisfied-for now.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It was roughly one year since the Battle City incident and Yugi now lived with Ryou and Malik. The three had become good friends and, though their yamis still despised each other, they were learning to cope with one another's existence. They had flown to England for a well-earned vacation and currently were staying in a house owned by Ryou's father, who was at an archeological dig in Egypt. So the three teens and their others had the house all to themselves. This was fortunate for modern technology plus ancient Egyptian spirits equaled total mayhem.
The first time their yamis had decided to try cooking, they had nearly burnt the house to the ground, thus leading Malik to ban them from the kitchen. The white-blonde Egyptian himself was, to the surprise of both his friends, an excellent cook.
The doorbell rang and there was the sound of several magazines and various other items being shoved through the mail slot, hitting the hardwood floor with a loud slap.
"I'll get it!" Yugi yelled as he came down the stars.
He padded down the carpeted hall and bent to scoop up the pile of papers scattered on the bare floor before the front door. As he did so, an envelope caught his attention. The stamp held the picture of the Gizza Pyramids and the handwriting for the address was familiar.
Yugi dumped the mail on the kitchen table and took a seat beside Ryou, picking up the envelope and examining it curiously. He had definitely seen the writing somewhere before, the words done in sapphire blue ink.
"What's that and who's it from?" Malik asked, peering over Yugi's shoulder after setting several steaming plates down on the table's polished, circular surface. "Ishtar! Put that sword back on the wall! It belongs to Ryou's father and is an extremely valuable antique. Keep your hands off it unless you plan on paying for the damages!" Malik barked, catching sight of his darker lifting the gold-hilted blade from the straps that held it to its plaque on the hallway wall.
Ishtar slid the weapon back into place and went upstairs looking sulky. Malik turned back to Yugi, satisfied.
"I don't know. It doesn't say."
"Well, open it," Ryou said, putting down his fork to join the other two.
Just as Yugi was about to do so, they were interrupted by a loud crash from the floor above followed by a continuous flow of Egyptian curses. Ryou winced. Turning away he began walking toward the stars.
"I'd better go see what they've done now."
There was another loud crash complemented by the sound of breaking glass. Malik took off after Ryou and Yugi dropped the letter, running for the staircase. Whatever Bakura and Ishtar were up to upstairs, it sounded like something else in the house would need to be fixed or replaced. And, as always, it was going to be a very "eventful", very long day.
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AN: If you have read my other fiction, please tell me what you think.
Thank you for reading and please review!