Hello, everyone! MEW here, and I started a Harry Potter Yu-Gi-Oh! crossover! Yay!
Draiku: It really isn't that good. (is smacked)
Mew: Shurrup. Anyhow, this is one of my first crossover fictions, except for that super-long one that I'm not even going to mention…
Draiku: You mean the one that's 254 pages? That one sucks.
Mew: And I agree with her. Plus, I'm not even going to post even part of it. So don't ask, please. NOW! On to the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! or Harry Potter. I wish that I did, though, because I'd be filthy rich.
Chapter 1: Talents and Owls
"I'm sleepy," Ryou murmured to his two friends as he sat on the floor. Malik and Yugi looked up.
"You're always sleepy," Malik replied cheekily. Yugi chuckled slightly.
"I have to agree with Malik, Ryou. You are always tired," he commented slightly. He rolled a pair of dice onto the Monopoly game board. He moved his thimble eleven spaces. They were in the Kame Game store, after all, so why not play games?
"Well, I don't get enough sleep because Malik's always drawing, that's all he does. The scratches of the pencil keep me awake," Ryou insisted. Malik glared slightly.
"Oh-ho, blaming me, eh? Well, Yugi is always mixing stuff like Root Beer and Pepsi and whatever late at night. Plus, he uses the blender, so don't blame me for your insomnia," Malik replied in a growl.
"Hey! Those drinks usually turn out really good, and you know it! It's probably because you're always having those dreams, Ryou," Yugi replied. Malik blinked.
"What dreams?" he asked.
"W-well, I've been having these really strange dreams lately. Actually, ever since my eleventh birthday. I'll dream about something bad that's going to happen, and then the next day, it does happen. You remember when Malik couldn't find a drawing that he wanted to show us, and then while we were looking for it, we found a huge tiger, and it hurt you, Yugi? Well, I dreamt that that would happen," Ryou explained in a soft voice. Malik blinked again. "I-I'm worried that someday I'll dream that one of us will die…and that it will become true."
"Why didn't you tell me all this?" Malik asked.
"I thought that you would laugh at me," Ryou admitted. Yugi put his arms around Ryou's shoulders gently.
"Hey, don't worry Ryou. There is a good thing about dreaming the future. If one of us gets attacked in the dream, we'll know how to avoid it," he said.
"Y-yeah, I guess so," Ryou said quietly.
"Where did that tiger come from, anyway? I mean, it was in our house, wouldn't we notice?" Yugi brought up. Malik gripped the fabric of his pants and bit his lower lip nervously. "Would you know anything, Malik?"
"Yesterday I noticed a piece of blank notebook paper on my desk. It didn't have any eraser marks on it or anything, but parts of the blue lines were gone, in a specific pattern. Then I noticed…well, look," Malik said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a round, blue-striped ball. On one side of it there was a vertical pink line that went all the way around it, so it almost looked as if someone had taken a piece of notebook paper and curved it so it formed a sphere. "I was practicing drawing 3D shapes, and I thought that it would be cool to have a ball that looked like this. When I left my room for lunch and came back a bit later, the picture was gone, but sitting on the paper was this. Call me crazy, but I think that my drawing…came to life. Maybe that was what had happened with that tiger." Yugi and Ryou stared at their Egyptian friend.
"I believe you, Malik," Yugi said quietly. "Because a few days ago, when I was mixing some things together, something…weird happened."
"What happened?" Ryou asked.
"Well, I was experimenting with some new things, such as plant juices that aren't poisonous, mixed with other plant juices. I poured some of the mixture in a bigger container with a different mixture in it and drank it, to taste it, you know. Then I went outside to the garden and I nearly stepped onto a snake! But the weird thing is…I heard a hissing sound that kind of sounded like 'Hey! Watch where you're going, idiot!'. I was so frightened that I ran inside," he muttered. Now it was Malik's turn to stare at Yugi. "I didn't want to tell anyone, because I'd probably sound crazy…"
"Well, some pretty weird things have been happening to us, hm?" Malik said with a nervous laugh, as if he was trying to bring up their spirits. It didn't work too well.
"We should get to sleep," Ryou suggested. They all agreed and went to their rooms.
-
A tall, bearded man wearing small half-moon spectacles on the end of his nose was sitting at his desk, scribbling something down on a sheet of paper with a quill. He was wearing a pointed hat that had a spider crawling up it. Sitting next to his desk was a brightly colored bird with red and orange feathers. He paused for a moment, stroking his long, white beard, as if in deep thought. Quite suddenly, the doors to his office opened and in came a large black-bearded man who could easily reach a seven-foot high ceiling.
"Professor Dumbledore," he stated. The old professor looked up.
"Yes, Hagrid? Is this about the three new students we will have this year?" he asked. The other nodded.
"Yes, sir. But, but are you sure that it's a good idea t' be lettin' a few sixteen-year olds join wit' th' threat of You-know-who around?" he asked. Dumbledore nodded.
"I am positive, Hagrid. And you need not worry, these students have abilities that no other possess. If Voldemort"—Hagrid flinched a bit at the name—"were to send the Death Eaters into Hogwarts after them, they would be able to defend themselves. And besides, their equals are already at our school, who should be able to help them escalate their abilities even further." Hagrid gasped.
"Ya can't be talkin' about those three, could ya?" he exclaimed. Dumbledore nodded again.
"I am, Hagrid."
"But they're from Slytherin!"
"That is not a reason to discriminate against them. They are fine students, you realize."
"But Slytherin was the house that You-know-who came from!"
"What is your point, Hagrid?" Dumbledore queried him. Hagrid fumbled for words foolishly.
"Well, um—er, what I meant was, uh, hm—oh! No, wait…"
"You see? I'll be sending the letters tomorrow. And I'm sending you to take them to Diagon Alley. Since they have Muggle guardians, they will obviously not believe in such a thing as magic," Dumbledore informed. "You will also have to take them to the train station, and, if time allows, you'll take them to platform Nine and Three-quarters."
"Yes, sir," Hagrid answered in a rumbling voice. Dumbledore nodded.
"Good. Now, I must see to the other Professors about this. As you know, most students join Hogwarts at age eleven, but they'll be on their sixth years already, so of course they'll have to catch up," he added. Hagrid nodded and left the office.
-
Draco Malfoy sat back in a large chair tiredly. He stared out the window and saw one of his brothers, Yami, sitting on a broomstick and making faces at him. He glared and stood up, striding over to the window.
"Just because I was banned from my broom and you three weren't doesn't mean that you can make fun of it, Atemu!" he yelled in a furious voice.
"Oh! You're calling me by my surname! I'm deeply hurt, dear brother Draco!" Yami called back. Malfoy growled under his breath and showed his brothers a very, very rude hand signal. Yami, Bakura, and Marik all laughed loudly and clapped their hands with amusement.
"Honestly, Draco, whatever did we do to you?" Marik shouted, making a sad face at his brother. Malfoy cursed in a hiss and his eyelid twitched slightly. Bakura flew in through the balcony and landed gently. He set his broomstick standing against the wall, grinning at Malfoy.
"Yes, Draco, what did we do to you?" he asked in a mock worried tone.
"Oh, shut up. School will be starting quite soon, anyway. We should be studying," Malfoy growled. Bakura chuckled as Marik and Yami flew in and landed.
"True, true, dear brother, but what's the harm in having a little fun once in a while?" Marik asked.
"I agree with Marik. You've changed, Draco," Yami commented. "It's almost as if the Dark Lord is right behind you, wanting you to screw up so he can place the Cruciatus Curse upon you." Malfoy shot him a dark look. He blinked, suddenly realizing that Bakura was gone.
"Where did Touzoku go?" he asked, looking around. Marik and Yami both chuckled. Quite suddenly, Malfoy was tackled by a somewhat large fox with green eyes and white mane. "Hey!" Malfoy yelled. "What is this!"
"That would be Bakura," Marik said. "He's an Animagus now. Of course, he's unlisted. I am, too. Yami's working on becoming one, also."
"But you three already have your own 'special abilities'! You don't need to become Animaguses!" Malfoy objected as Bakura pranced around him. Marik chuckled again.
"Sure, but being an Animagus is so much fun," he replied. Bakura stopped leaping over Malfoy and became a human once more. He stood with a smug expression upon his face.
"Isn't it fun enough to be able to control fire?" Malfoy complained.
"Keep in mind that I can't create it. That's why I have the lighter," Marik replied, holding up a cigarette lighter with a lion on it. Malfoy scowled.
"And let me guess," he said to Yami, "being able to walk through shadows isn't good enough for you?" Yami nodded.
"Precisely," he answered.
"What about you, Bakura?" Malfoy asked.
"Well, sure, being able to speak with animals is fun and all, but not fun enough. Besides, becoming an animal is much, much better," Bakura said with a grin.
"What can you become, anyway, Marik?" Malfoy said, sitting in the large chair once more. Marik smirked.
"Just watch me," he said. He grew larger and his hair became even more out of control than usual. He grew a long tail with a tuff of fur on the end and continued to grow hair all over his body until the transformation was complete. Standing in front of Malfoy was a huge, full-grown lion. Malfoy gasped.
"You're kidding!" he exclaimed. Marik purred in amusement and changed back.
"Yami's trying to be able to transform into a unicorn," he added. Yami nodded.
"Whenever I try to transform, I become some sort of centaur with a unicorn's horn on his forehead. I think that I'll just stick with that, it would be handy to have opposable thumbs, you know."
-
Yugi awoke the next morning to see Malik petting a small cat that was colored a very vivid orange and had black stripes.
"Wh-what's that?" Yugi asked. The cat did not look normal at all.
"I drew him last night," Malik said. He had a very surprised expression on his face. "He woke me up this morning."
"Y-you're kidding me," Yugi muttered. Malik shook his head.
"I'm not. And I can't just get rid of him, I mean, I made him! What am I supposed to do?" he asked.
"Name him?" Yugi suggested.
"Yeah, but what?" Malik replied. Yugi shrugged.
"He's your cat, you know," he answered. Malik sighed.
"Well…" He picked up the paper that the cat had once lived on. The cat jumped from Malik's lap and limped over to Yugi. Malik gasped. "He's got a bad leg, and I drew it like that!" he exclaimed. Yugi scooped up the cat gently.
"I don't think that he minds. He seems perfectly happy, you know," he said, tickling the cat behind its ears.
"Well, I want to make it up to him." Malik picked up his pencil and set the paper on the table. He drew two black, feathery wings on the cat's back and carefully inked and colored them. The wings faded slightly, but they reappeared on the live cat's back. Malik gasped.
"Wow!" Yugi said.
"Can you fly, kitty?" Malik asked. The cat squirmed out of Yugi's arms and flapped his wings once. He began hovering at first, until finally, he was flying around the room. "He needs to be able to steer better," Malik murmured. He looked at the faded picture of the cat and drew some tail feathers on the tip of its tail.
The live cat grew them in and flew smoothly, unlike before, how it had wobbled and almost crashed. The cat landed in Malik's arms and licked his face. Ryou suddenly woke up with a gasp.
"Malik! I dreamt that you had this cat, and it was walking across the street, but then it was hit!" he exclaimed. Malik blinked and looked to Ryou.
"What?" he asked.
"Well, the cat was limping across the street, and suddenly this huge truck came towards it! It tried to get away, but it was too late," Ryou replied quietly. Malik gasped and held onto the winged cat tightly.
"Then he shouldn't go out today at all," he murmured. Ryou blinked.
"W-where'd you get the cat?" he asked.
"I drew him," Malik replied quietly. The cat wriggled from his grasp and jumped to the floor, stretching his wings and legs. Ryou gasped.
"H-he has wings!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, he has a bad leg, so I gave him wings to make up for that," Malik said, smiling at the mammal. Ryou blinked again.
"W-wow," he stated dumbly.
"What should I name him?" Malik asked. Ryou got out of his bed and walked over to the cat, stroking it.
"How about…Tigerwings?" he suggested.
"That's a great name for him! He has wings, and he looks like a tiger!" Malik said happily. "Do you like the name, Tigerwings?" he asked. Tigerwings responded with a purr.
"Okay! Tigerwings it is, then!" Yugi said with a grin. Quite suddenly, they heard a tapping noise at their window. They all looked in the direction of the sound and blinked once they saw what was making it.
Sitting in the flowerbox just outside of the window was a large owl with big, round, staring eyes. It had little feathers sticking up on its head that resembled horns.
"That's a great horned owl," Ryou muttered. "But why is it here?" Malik pointed.
"Look, there are letters tied to its leg!" he exclaimed. He opened the window and let the huge bird in. He untied the letters and looked at them. He handed one to Yugi and one to Ryou, and kept the third for himself. He blinked, reading the jade-green letters on the front.
Mr. M. Ishtar
The second largest upstairs bedroom
Chibi Street
Domino
Japan
Malik blinked.
"There's no return address," Ryou muttered. They were about to open them, when suddenly, there was a huge banging noise coming from downstairs. The three jumped in surprise, and nervously went down the stairs. Tigerwings followed them slowly, and he meowed in happiness. He dashed towards the door, and the banging stopped. Then the doorbell rang.
Malik nervously stepped forward and looked through the peephole on the door. He didn't see anyone, only an elbow. He felt faint, and nervously opened the door. Ryou and Yugi tried to stop him by making hissing noises, but he didn't. He looked up, his eyes wide.
"Hey, there! You mus' be Ryou Bakura, eh?" said the huge, black-bearded man in front of him. Malik blinked once, rubbed his eyes, and opened them again.
"I-I'm M-Malik," he mumbled nervously.
"Eh? You are? Well, ya looked like a Ryou t' me," the man said.
"Um, who are you?" Malik asked. He was quite shaken, partly because his guardians weren't at home at the moment, but mostly because a gigantic man knew his name, Ryou's, and most likely Yugi's, too.
"Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. Surely you know all about Hogwarts?" he said in a cheerful voice. Malik shook his head.
"Sounds like an unwanted growth on a pig's snout," he answered. Hagrid blinked.
"Ya don' know about Hogwarts?" he asked. Malik nodded.
"Yeah. Neither do my friends," he said. The man rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Well, in that case, I'll have t' explain it t' ya. Where are your friends, by th' way?" he asked. Malik pointed at Yugi and Ryou.
"Right over there," he answered dumbly. Hagrid shuffled in and sat on the couch.
"I see that ya all got yer letters, right?" he asked. They nodded.
"Y-yes," they answered.
"Good. Have ya opened 'em, yet?"
"No, we got them a few minutes ago," Yugi replied.
"Alrighty then!" Hagrid pulled out some cups and a large jug. He poured a brown liquid into each of them. "I hope y' all like tea," he said. Malik, who obsessed over tea and coffee, grinned.
"Heck, yes!" he said, taking the cup from Hagrid eagerly and drinking most of it down. Yugi and Ryou took theirs nervously, still a bit suspicious.
"Well," Hagrid started, taking a sip of tea from his cup. He took Malik's letter gently and flipped it over. On the back of the letter was a seal bearing a lion, a snake, a badger, and an eagle surround a large letter "H". "This here is the seal of Hogwarts, the finest school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Excuse me," Ryou said. "School?" Hagrid nodded.
"Well, yeah! How else do ya think wizards and witches learn the basics?" he said.
"From their parents…or from, uh, evil spirits that contact them?" Ryou suggested. Hagrid, who had just been drinking his tea, spat it out and laughed loudly.
"You think that evil spirits told 'em all they know?" he said, slapping his thigh with a gigantic hand. "Kid, you got it all wrong—wizards and witches go to school, where they're taught, jus' like normal Muggle kids!"
"What's a… 'Muggle'?" Yugi asked curiously.
"Non-magic folk. But anyway, you three'll be going t' Hogwarts." Yugi, Malik, and Ryou blinked.
"But we don't know any magic. We're…um, Muggles," Yugi objected. Hagrid laughed yet again.
"I'll put it this way, have any o' you done anything that y' couldn't explain?" he asked. Malik nervously raised his hand.
"W-well, last night I drew a pretty good picture of a cat. The next morning, a cat that looked exactly like the one I drew woke me up. In fact, here he is," Malik said, and Tigerwings jumped into his lap. Hagrid stared at the winged cat.
"You drew him?" he asked. Malik nodded.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Last night I dreamt that we were walking outside with a man that looked like you, Hagrid, and Tigerwings—that's Malik's cat—got hit by a truck!" Ryou said. "And know I think that it's gonna come true, because you're here telling us all this." Hagrid turned to Yugi.
"What about you?" he asked.
"Um, well, a few days ago I was out in the garden. Well, this happened after I made a mixture. Anyway, I almost stepped on a little Gardner snake, when suddenly I heard this hissing noise that sounded like 'Watch where you're going, you idiot!'. I'm sure that I was just imagining it, though," Yugi insisted. Hagrid stared at him.
"You made a potion that can make someone into a Parseltongue?" he asked.
"Um, excuse me?" Yugi replied.
"You could understand the snake, right?"
"I-I guess so."
"Could you understand snakes before?"
"N-no, of course not."
"And this happened after you drank the potion?"
"Yes."
"Kid, you just invented a potion that'll make the drinker a Parseltongue!" Hagrid exclaimed.
"What's a…Parseltongue?" Ryou asked.
"A person who can talk with snakes! O' course, most people probably wouldn't think that's a good thing, after all, You-know-who was a Parseltongue," Hagrid mumbled darkly.
"Um, who's you-know-who?" Malik asked curiously.
"You don't know You-know-who?"
"No."
"He's a very, very dark wizard, one who killed many others. Very evil sorta fellow, not one you'd like t' meet," he answered.
"What was his name?"
"His name is V--," Hagrid paused. "V—."
"Could you write it down?" Malik suggested.
"Can't spell it, okay, his name is Voldemort. Now don't go around sayin' that name aloud, y' hear? Most wizards or witches won't tolerate it," he warned. The three nodded. "Now, anyway, back to th' topic. You three are wizards, not Muggle folk," he said with a smile. Yugi, Ryou, and Malik gasped.
"But we can't be wizards, we don't know so much as a spell!" Malik exclaimed.
"Well, y' are, but y' just haven't been notified for a few years. You were supposed t' join Hogwarts at age eleven, but I guess with th' death o' your parents and the fact that your guardians at the moment are Muggle folk delayed it," he said.
"H-how did you know about our parents' deaths?" Yugi asked quietly.
"Every wizard knows who You-know-who killed last," Hagrid replied.
"Then why didn't they tell us this…?" Ryou asked, his eyes wide with sorrow.
"M-maybe so that Voldemort wouldn't go after us…?" Malik suggested, though unsure of his own suggestion. They all sighed.
"A-anyway, you three are wizards, so it's my duty t' take you to get your supplies and such," Hagrid said.
"Do we get wands?" Yugi asked, perking up slightly.
"Well, o' course you do! Come on, Dumbledore's already informed your guardians," he said. They followed Hagrid out of the house after getting dressed and packing extra clothes. Malik held on to Tigerwings tightly.
Suddenly, Tigerwings managed to get loose, and he ran towards the street after a squirrel. Malik cried for him to stop, but the cat wouldn't listen. A truck came speeding down the road, and Tigerwings wouldn't be able to get away fast enough. There was a hiss and the truck zoomed by. Tigerwings was gone. Malik stared in disbelief at the empty road where Tigerwings had once sat. Then he heard a meow and Tigerwings flew down to him and into his arms.
"He's alive!" Malik exclaimed happily. Hagrid sighed in relief. Yugi turned to Ryou.
"Did the cat in your dream have wings?" he asked. Ryou shook his head.
"No, he didn't," he said quietly, yet happily. They continued on.
TBC
Mew: Sorry for the slightly sudden ending. Really. I don't think that I'm quite awake at the moment.
Draiku: You're never awake. You're always typing, even though you look dead.
Mew: Shurrup.
Yoko: Go to the next chapter, since we submitted three at the same time.