Yu-Gi-Oh!
A New Generation of Priests

CHAPTER ONE - THE BURROW

The sun rose gradually over the business buildings and tall spires of Domino City, Japan. Birds chirped, welcoming the new day as they swooped low over the streets just starting to fill with the rush of morning traffic. In a small game shop shaped like a turtle in the town, the light of the warm sun drifted in lazily through the window of the bedroom next to the stairs, shining directly into the closed eyes of a sixteen year old, spiky haired boy.

Yugi Mutou groaned and rolled over in bed, shielding his face from offending light. He was about to go back to sleep, when he felt a sudden weight on the bed near him. He opened his purple eyes, only to find himself staring at a twin, slightly narrower, pair of eyes.

"Good morning, aibou!" Yami Yugi exclaimed, rather cheerily, looking out of place in his blue with yellow stars pajamas. Yugi groaned out something unintelligible before burying his head in the pillow. His other half shook his shoulders. "Hey, hey! C'mon, wake up now!"

"No..." Yugi muttered through the pillow.

"C'mon, aibou!" Yami Yugi urged, holding up a parchment envelope. "You got your Hogwarts letter today!"

Yugi sat up in bed like a shot, grabbing the envelope from his darker half's hand before he could even figure out what happened. Yami Yugi chuckled as he tore open the envelope, shaking out two pieces of folded parchment, a train ticket for London's King's Cross Station, and a ticket for Domino International Airport. Yugi unfolded the first piece of parchment; it was a note, telling him to catch the Hogwarts Express from Platform Nine and Three Quarters like he had done last year. The second piece of parchment was a list of supplies he would need for the new year, and it was considerably shorter compared to what he had had to buy last year.

SECOND-YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2
by Miranda Goshawk
Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

"Who's this Lockhart guy?" Yami Yugi asked, reading over his shoulder.

"I dunno," Yugi replied, folding the letters up and stuffing them in the envelope with the tickets. "Maybe he's some kind of famous wizard or something."

"Seems to be a bit of prude, if you ask me," Yami Yugi said, as his hikari got up and padded over to the closet to get dressed. "I mean, where did he come up with half of the names of his -"

The spirit of the pharaoh was cut off as a voice came from the other side of the door. "Yugi, honey," his mother called. "Who are you talking to?"

"Uh... no one, oka-san!" Yugi answered as Yami Yugi wisely retreated back into the Millennium Puzzle incase his mother came in. She did not come in, however, though it sounded like she was debating it.

"Anyway, your friend, Seto, called," she replied. "He said it was his day off today, and he would be at the arcade with the others."

"Okay! Arigato, oka-san!" Yugi called, hopping into a pair of jeans. He slipped a tank top over his head, listening patiently for his mother's retreating feet, before whispering, "Okay, the coast is clear."

Yami Yugi appeared once again, sitting on the bed with his legs crossed and leaning back on his hands. He now wore what his other half was wearing; Yugi always found it fascinating how he was able to do that. Then again, the two of them - the spirit of the ancient pharaoh and the normal teenager - were eternally bound to one another, and held a bond so deep that many times it was like they were one and the same.

Their bond had grown even deeper last year, while they were at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yugi would never forget that time, when all seemed lost at the hands of the dark spirit of Voldemort - when the Millennium Puzzleshattered and nearly broke the two of them apart - and he saw the human form of Saint Dragon, the God of Osiris within the destroyed Soul Corridor of his mind. The God had made him aware of how great the bond they shared was, and encouraged him to take the next step and become pharaoh just like his darker half. Neither Yugi nor Yami Yugi could describe what they felt toward one another after that; it was a feeling that went beyond friendship or brotherhood. They were aware of the nameless feeling though, and that was good enough for them.

"Your mom said Seto would be at the arcade?" Yami Yugi asked. "Don't you think we should get over there before a certain high priest and a certain tomb robber start going for each other's throats?"

Yugi chuckled as he slipped on the Millennium Puzzle. "Hai! Lets go!"

-.oOOo.-

The first thing Yugi heard as he entered the arcade was a rather foul Egyptian curse coming from the fighting games section. He made his way toward the section in question, catching sight of his friends Katsuya Jonouchi, Anzu Mazaki, Hiroto Honda, and Marik Ishitar crowded around a Capcom Versus SNK machine. Sitting at opposing sides of the fighting machine were what looked like Seto Kaiba and Ryou Bakura, only...

"You bloody high priest!" Yami Bakura snarled. "You are not defeating me with that Chun-Li wench again!"

Yami Seto smirked. "Pay attention, tomb robber. I just did."

"Grrr..."

Yugi chuckled in spite of himself. He really should have tried to break up the impending fist fight, but the thought of two five thousand year old spirits fighting each other through an arcade game was just too funny. He caught Marik's attention, and the Egyptian smiled down at him.

"Hey, Yugi-kun, how's it going?" he asked. "Did 'ya get your Hogwarts letter yet?"

"Yup!" Yugi exclaimed as both Yami Seto and Yami Bakura inserted more tokens into the machine ("I'll beat him this time!"). The former turned his attention to him after he chose his fighting party.

"Hikari has something he wants to tell you; just one more round with the tomb robber and I'll let him take over," he said. The fight started again, as well as the Egyptian swearing, and Jonouchi turned his attention to Yugi.

"So, it's back to England again, hunh?" he asked. "Looking forward to the new school year?"

Yugi nodded. "I've been looking forward to it since school let out last year. Hogwarts is an amazing place, Jonouchi-kun. Maybe you'll be able to see it one day."

Jonouchi shrugged. "I dunno about that, I just know it's boring without you around as entertainment."

Marik raised an eyebrow. "Who's the entertainment, koinu?"

Jonouchi growled as Yami Bakura let out another snarl of defeat. Yami Seto stood up from his machine, his eyes turning a darker shade of blue and the black streaks disappearing from his hair as he did so. The normal Seto leaned on top of his machine, looking down at the tomb robber as he angrily pounded his fists on the console.

"Yami Bakura-kun, you suck at these fighting games," he said.

"Shut up, Kaiba," Yami Bakura snarled, before his devil horn-like hair settled down and his eyes softened as the normal Bakura took control of his body once again.

The white haired boy smiled. "That was fun," he said.

Marik rolled his eyes. "Any entertainment at the tomb robber's expense is fun," he replied. He then held up a golden ring hanging from around his neck. "Are you sure you don't want to force him back into this thing? It's gotta be a pain to always have him around."

Bakura looked at the Millennium Ring for a moment before shaking his head. "No, that's okay," he replied. "Yami Bakura-kun may be an annoying, stuck up, obnoxious kleptomaniac, but I wouldn't want to have it any other way."

Honda made a face, remembering his encounter with Bakura's other half at Duelist Kingdom. "That's an interesting way of putting it," he said dryly. Bakura just shrugged as Seto made his way out from behind the machine his other half had been playing at.

"Anyway, Yugi-kun," he began. "I got a note from Ron-kun a while ago asking us to come over for the rest of the summer. I sent him a reply back, asking him where his house was, but I don't know if he got it yet. That owl he sent was looking a little worse for wear. Either way, when I do get a response from him, would you three want to go?"

"Yeah!" Bakura, Yugi, and Marik managed to exclaim at the same exact time. Just then, Mokuba Kaiba entered the arcade, clutching a note in his hand. He scanned the crowds, before spotting his older brother and racing up to him.

"Onii-sama," he began, "this arrived today. Some weird owl landed right in the bowl I was using to make myself a salad."

Yugi sweatdropped as Seto took the note. "Ron-kun's gotta get a better owl."

Seto, in the meantime, busily scanned the note, muttering to himself. He folded the parchment up when he was done, his usual smirk on his face.

"How soon can you three pack?"

-.oOOo.-

Yugi, Bakura, and Marik pressed themselves against the windows of the low-flying helicopter they were in, drinking in the sight of the English countryside below them. Up in the cockpit, Seto smirked at their reactions. He was about to turn around and ask if one of them wanted to come up and be co-pilot, when something small and leathery with knobby legs smacked against the cockpit windshield. Everyone jumped - Bakura and Yugi screamed - as Seto let out a cry of disgust. He flicked on the windshield wipers, sweeping the potato with legs away.

"What thehell was that!" Marik exclaimed, hardly believing his eyes.

"I have no idea..." Seto trailed off, looking down below.

There was a rickety old house below them that looked so crooked, Seto was afraid the force of the helicopter's whirling blades would blow it down. Next to it was an even more beat up garage, and spreading out from the back of the house was a fairly large garden. Considering the whole place looked like it was held together by magic, and the whatever-it-was that smacked against the windshield, he had to assume that they had arrived at the Weasley house. He brought the helicopter in even lower, bringing it to a gentle rest in a small field near the house. Yugi, Bakura, and Marik jumped out as Seto stayed behind, shutting down the systems. A group of red heads and one skinny brown haired boy approached them, coming from the garden.

"You guys made it!" Ronald Weasley exclaimed, reaching them first with his twin brothers, Fred and George, not that far behind.

"Did you have any trouble finding the house?" George asked as Seto joined them. He was about to answer the question, when something squished under his foot. He looked down to see he had stepped on another one of the leathery, animated potatoes with legs. He let out a cry of disgust, kicking the odd little creature away from him.

"Nope, no trouble," Marik answered for him, chuckling. Fred winced.

"Sorry about that," he apologized. "We just finished de-gnoming the garden. You should have seen Harry! He lobbed one a good fifty feet!"

A sort of embarrassed, lopsided grin appeared on Harry Potter's face as Fred pounded him on the back. The foreign boys were about to ask what a de-gnoming was supposed to be, when there came the sound of a door slamming, and the Weasleys perked up at the sound.

"Dad's home!" Ron shouted, running back into the house.

The others followed close behind (Seto making sure he did not step on anymore of the ugly creatures). The Weasley boys went to a balding, red-haired man in dusty green robes, while Yugi and the others looked around the kitchen they had walked into. In the sink, plates where washing themselves, and then getting patted dry by towels before storing themselves into cabinets. A large grandfather clock in the corner had not two hands but six, each with a picture of one of the Weasleys on it; and instead of numbers, there were phrases like "Time to feed the chickens" or "You're late" along the edge. There were several cooking books piled up near the stove, the titles of which made the four boys quite concerned on what the pages contained. It was all rather cramped, but it was a cozy kind of cramped.

Mr. Weasley was saying something about enchanted objects, when suddenly, someone exclaimed, "LIKE CARS FOR INSTANCE!"

Everyone jumped, turning to see Mrs. Weasley standing in the doorframe, welding a fire poker like a sword. Mr. Weasley gulped at the positively enraged look on his wife's face, as Marik leaned down to whisper into Yugi's ear.

"At least we know who wears the pants in this family," he whispered in Japanese. Both Yugi and Yami Yugi bit back a laugh.

"Just to let you know," Mrs. Weasley snarled, "your sons flew that enchanted car of yours all the way to Surrey and back last night."

"Really?" Mr. Weasley asked. "How did it go?"

The boys chuckled as Mr. Weasley ducked to avoid the poker as his wife swung it at him.

"I-I-I-I mean, that was a very wrong thing for you to do," he stammered.

Ron pulled Harry, Yugi, Bakura, Marik, and Seto aside, tugging them up the stairs to the top floors of the house.

"Let's leave them at it," he said. "They'll be going on like that for the rest of the afternoon."

"Afternoon?" Yugi asked, checking his wristwatch (the one with the Black Magician on it that he had gotten from Seto for Christmas). "Wasn't it the afternoon when we left Japan?"

"Time change, Yugi-kun," Bakura reminded him.

"Oh, yeah..."

They went up the spiraling staircase, going up to what felt like the very top of the house before coming to a door marked "Ron's Room". They entered, and though Yugi had no trouble, everyone else had to duck to avoid smacking their heads on the sloping ceiling. Everything in Ron's room seemed to be the same bright orange, and it took them a moment to realize that he had posters of the same seven witches and wizards taped onto the walls, all of them waving energetically.

"Your Quidditch team?" Harry asked.

"Yup, the Chudley Cannons," he answered, pointing to his bedspread, which had two interlacing "C"s with a cannonball shooting through them. "They're ninth in the league."

Ron plopped down on the bed, pushing aside a comic book of The Adventures of Martian Miggs, the Mad Muggle. Everyone else found somewhere to sit as well, while Harry went over to the window to look out at the garden below.

"I know it's not much," Ron continued, talking about the room. "It's small, and I'm right underneath the ghoul in the attic."

"Who are you kidding, Ron-kun?" Marik asked. "This place is great!"

Ron's whole face went pink.