Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Yu-gi-oh Zexal. And this story is a bit of an AU. Some events take place out of order compared to the books. This takes place when Harry is 14 but resembles year five more than the triwizard tournament.

Five individuals were walking home one night down a dark alley.

"I swear, Vector. If we regret taking this shortcut, I will kick your ass all the way back to Barian World." Misael said.

"Relax, Missy. When have any shortcuts I've suggested gone wrong?" Vector said smoothly.

The other four all stopped to stare at him. "Do you even want us to answer that?" Alit asked.
"Okay, okay! So every shortcut I've suggested has had something go wrong. You don't have to rub it in." Vector growled.

"Yeah we do." Alit protested. Vector threw a rock at his head. Alit fell on the ground, probably with a concussion. Gilag helped him up and Alit leaned on him.

"Vector! Don't throw rocks at our comrades! I can't believe I even need to tell you that!" Dumon rebuked him.

"It's Vector. We need to tell him serial killings are not appropriate behavior." Misael glared at Vector. Vector stuck out his tongue at him. Dumon had grabbed on to Misael to stop him from hurting their fellow emperor, when they heard a murmur of voices. They all stopped and listened. Dumon motioned for the other aliens to follow him. The five hurried behind a trash bin where they had a clear view of a group of people wearing dark cloaks. The aliens listened carefully to the discussion going on.

"Why can't we just kill the minister? He is an old fool and with him out of commission, the wizarding world would be in chaos."

"Fool! He has turned a deaf ear to the dark lord's return and the chaos will only last for a few days until they elect a competent Minister of Magic. Have you not forgotten the goal of obtaining the power of the crimson magic? The dark lord wants the wielders of this magic working for him or allied with him."

"I know! But I am getting bored with the calm in the wizarding community." the figure tossed a small stone in a random direction. As luck would have it, it hit Alit in the head causing him to gasp in pain. The eight whirled towards the noise.

"Quick! Do not let them escape!" a man cried. He and the other seven drew out, to the barian's perception, sticks and rushed at the five. Misael blasted all of them with an energy ball, efficiently stunning most of them. One shot a jet of green light from his stick (although the barians had pretty much determined it was a wand at this point) but Dumon deflected it with a barrier he had conjured. A hooded man had got up and grabbed his wand. Gilag teleported behind him and clapped the man's head between his hands. Another man had his wand land several yards behind the place he had fallen and decided to take Alit on mano-a-mano. Big mistake. In five seconds, Alit threw the guy through a brick wall. Vector ran over to their remaining attackers and killed them all very sadistically. When the five had caught their breath, Dumon stood up and glared at Vector.

"It was unnecessary to kill those people, Vector. They were not currently endangering us. And you certainly did not have to take so much pleasure in doing it!" Dumon scolded Vector for the second time that night. Vector just giggled crazily. Dumon sighed and surveyed the battle damage. The dumpsters and surrounding walls had multiple burn marks but those were mostly covered up with a paint job of blood, courtesy of Vector, and one off the walls looked like it was about to fall over. This was going to be one heck of a mess to clean up. As Dumon thought of a way he could possibly tidy this up before any humans noticed, a loud crack was heard and a man appeared. He was wearing a black cloak, but seemed different than the others they had seen. He had bone white skin and no nose. His eyes were like those of a snake and he was completely bald. This newcomer surveyed the damage before turning his cold eyes on the five children who were bracing themselves for another battle.

"Did you five kill eight of my Death-eaters by yourselves?" His voice was raspy and cold.

Vector snickered. "Death-eaters? That was the best name you could come up with? And yeah, we did. You know, you should do better screening on your widdle 'Death-eaters'. They started screaming and begging for their lives after only a little bit of extreme torture." Vector laughed.

The man fumed. "Do you know who I am, child?"

"Don't care, baldy." Misael retorted.

The man looked even more furious. "I AM LORD VOLDEMORT!" he roared.

"Cute, Voldey. You really can't come up with any good names can you?" Vector taunted him.

"Why you little-" before Voldemort could say anything more, another voice called out from the night.

"Stop right there, Voldemort!" a man with a long white beard appeared and pushed the five behind him. "These boys are in my care and you will not harm them!"

"Since when?" Gilag muttered.

"Don't know, don't care. As long as he keeps Lord Whats-his-name away, I'll go along with whatever he says." Alit whispered back.

Voldemort snarled. "You won't stop me forever, Dumbledore! You can't be everywhere."

"Maybe not, but tonight I can and will! Go away and leave these children alone, Tom!" the other man, Dumbledore, commanded.

"His real name is TOM?!" Vector started laughing all over again.

Voldemort looked like he wanted to try and kill all six of them, then with a hiss he left in another earsplitting crack. Dumbledore turned to the five wondering barians.

"I suppose you all have many questions, but our time is short. To start, magic is real. In fact, there is a whole community of wizards and witches. I can understand this may be hard to believe-"

"We've had some pretty weird shit happen to us. Trust me, this is not hard to believe." Dumon said, exasperated.

Dumbledore nodded and continued. "Very well. To get to my point, you five have much potential. I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There you can learn how to control and master your powers and it is the safest place you can be in all of the world. And, if you permit me to say so, Voldemort seemed very ticked at you five. What exactly, aside from murdering his Death-eaters, did you do?"

"Vector dissed him big time." Alit blurted.

Dumbledore chuckled and said, "Yes, that would do it."

Dumon interrupted. "Excuse me, but are you suggesting that we enroll in your school?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, that is exactly what I am suggesting. Voldemort doesn't take insults lightly and will make attempts on your lives. In your own self interest, I ask you to seriously consider attending." Dumbledore pulled out five letters and handed them to the five children. Dumon looked at his. It read,

Dumon Knight

Near the dumpster

Alleyway between Number 102 Xyz Street and Number 104 Xyz Street

He wondered how it could tell his name, even the last name he had made up, but he reasoned that wizards could do stuff like that.

"Think about it tonight. I will drop in at precisely noon for your answer." Dumbledore pushed up his spectacles and vanished with a crack, leaving the emperors to process what just happened. Finally, Dumon broke the silence.

"Let's go home and sleep. We can discuss it in the morning. The others nodded and all of the barians teleported to their individual rooms in the barians and fell asleep instantly.

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