Dark Magic

By Niki-Uni

Summary: Harry's being bullied by his uncle again. Now what?? His uncle's family is coming over to visit. This is bad! Very bad! What is a boy got to do? DNAngelxHarryPotter. DaiDark.

Disclaimer: I do not own neither Harry Potter nor DNAngel, and if I ever did I would have been the richest person on Earth. I would not be sitting around writing fanfics and whatnot. Muhahaha.

Prologue

"Dai-chan, are you all packed up?" askes Emiko, Daisuke's hyperactive mother.

Daisuke Niwa, 15 years of age, have red hair and ruby eyes, is not your average 'go lucky' kind of person. Unlike most boys his age, he habors a spirit in the name of Dark, the famous phantom thief, within his mind. His job, which has been so graciously given to him, even before his birth, is to steal evil posessing artworks and seal them to protect the human society in which he lives in.

(Alright enough introduction, back to the story)

"Yes mom, I am ready set to go. I'll be down in a few," Daisuke answered.

'Are you sure?'

'Dark.'

'I am just asking. It doesn't seem like you put a lot of effort into packing. That's all. You didn't even pack my clothes!' An invisible figure popped beside the red head and pouted.

'Dark! We are just going to visit dad's uncle-twice-removed. It's not like you'll be coming out anytime soon.'

'Mou! My Dai-chan is so mean to me!' The figure pouted once again with the added effect of having his see-through arms crossed in front of his chest.

'FINE! Which set do you want me bring?' Daisuke gave up even trying to protest, and being the mature one out of the two, decided to comply with the other's desire.

'Yay! I LOVE you Dai-chan!' Dark jumped up and down in joy and wrapped his invisible arms around the other.

'Alright, alright! I GET IT! You love me! Now choose the one set you want to bring. Dad is waiting for us downstairs. We don't want to miss the flight.' Daisuke reponded exasperatedly.

'I want the trench coat and the tight pants, the cap, ohh, and Dai-chan, don't forget the purple suit.'

'Dark! I said one set, not the whole wardrobe! Don't make me throw Mr Teddy Bear out the window!' Daisuke's face is getting redder and redder in anger than even his hair to match.

After half an hour of constant fighting, they decided to pack two set of clothes for Dark and another two for Daisuke.

Daisuke's POV

'Jeeze, who would have thought that a 300 years old spirit would be so vain.'

'I HEARD THAT!'

'Oops!'

'Hmph!'

I went downstairs to see that dad is already at the front door waiting for us to leave.

"Sorry dad. Thanks for waiting for us! We had a little disagreement on the sets of clothes we should bring," I appologized.

Dad, being as nice as he is, understood my dilemma and instead of saying some random comment, he went up to me, messed up my already messed up red locks and stepped back to smile at me.

"Hurry now Dai-chan! We need to check-in at the airport at least an hour before out flight departs."

I quickly put on my shoes, picked up my duffle bag, hugged mom and grandpa, took my dad's hand and ran out the door. Mom stood at the front steps and waved at us, shouted for us to take care of ourselves. Dad and I ran to the station and reached it just in time as the bus pulled up. We got in and dad took out his hanky and started to wipe his sweat infested forehead.

"Dai-chan, I don't think we should do that again. I am way too old for this." He made a face and we both laughed.

'Kosuke admitted that he's old,' sang Dark as he danced around in cicles in my head.

'Shut up Dark!'

'Dai-chan, you're no fun!' Dark pouted again.

'I wonder how many times he can pout in a day. I should get a counter and post it online. I can just imagine the headlines the next day. Famous Thief made a World Record in pouting the most within a Single Day. Amazing!' I stated to giggle insanely. I don't usually giggle, but the mental picture is just a bit too hard to resist.

'Dai, why are you giggling?' Dark asked curiously.

'Nothing,' I replied, acting as innocent as I could. I am ever so glad that he didn't hear that thought. If he ever did, I don't think my head can handle the pounding that it will soon receive.

Dark is looking at me with that suspicious glint in his eyes. I merely smiled at him and glanced the other way. I looked over at dad and saw him looking back at me with that kind smile he always wore on his face. I smile back reassuring him that everything was alright as we walked towards the counter.

Dad had never really told us why we are suddenly visiting his uncle-twice-removed. I would have thought that whoever is twice-removed in the family is not really direct family. I got a feeling that this has nothing to do with just visiting, then again I might be wrong. Maybe I am just paranoid.

'Oh well!'

'What are you thinking about, Dai-chan?' Dark asked in concern.

'Just wondering why dad suddenly decided to visit his family. I have never even heard of him talking about his family before.'

'Hmm...'

Dark have gone quiet ever since I made that comment. I suppose he's also trying to figure this out.

Anyways, I suddenly realized something.

"Hey dad, where are we going?"

"Oops Dai-chan, haha," dad starts scatching the back of his neck looking embrassed, "I forgot to mention that my uncle and his family lives in England. Sorry, I just have a lot in my mind at the moment." Dad appologized and went back to reading his book, which oddly, has no title of any sort on the cover.

I wanted to ask what he was reading, but thought better of it and instead I shrugged and went back trying to get Dark to talk again. I wanted to take Wiz out and start petting him, but unfortunately he's still in my travelling pack being preoccupied with a huge lollipop. Besides, it would be weird to have an animal out when you are not supposed to, not that the security will know the difference between Wiz and some regular rabbit. I sighed again and waited patiently for some sort of sign that we will be able to board soon.

'Haha. Some sort of sign. That sounds so cheezy! It reminds me of the signs that Jean of Arc thought she received in the battle of France. Oh well!' I mentally chidded myself quietly.

'Who? What? Sign? What are you talking about Daisuke?' Asked the confused Dark. 'Who's Jean? Is she some girl that you are crushing on that I don't know about? Or is it a guy?' Dark continued when no answer was given and acted as though he was shocked.

I sighed. Dark is so clueless and immature most of the time. It makes me really wonder how he became a famous thief in the first place.

'No Dark. Jean of Arc is a historic figure, a legend like you, though I believe she is not as vain,' I whispered the last part hoping that he heard none of it.

'I HEARD THAT DAISUKE!' He screamed as he pointed his imaginary finger at me accusingly.

No such luck! Darn!

I have to hold my laugh so bad. Darn it with all the people watching I can't, I repeat, I cannot just humiliate myself by laughing hysterically for no apparent reason. There is, but no one know that! Just as I was about to burst, an anouncement was made. Finally!

"Flight 396 to London boarding," the anouncer said and repeated once more for those who did not paid attention the first time round.

"Let's go Daisuke!" Dad said as he picked up his travelling case and walk towards the gate as I tried to catch up with him.

That was yesterday.

Right now, we are both satnding outside of this little house on Privet Drive wondering if we should knock or wait until Earth freezes over before we knock down the door shouting at the top of out lungs. I personally vote for the latter. I know Dark does too, but dad doesn't seem to agree with us as he raised his hand and rang the doorbell.