Written in Japanese Kanji:

Dear Yugi,

I never told you the reason I had to move again. My father drained his funds into Egypt and, since he never used the house, sold it and sent me off to my aunt's place in England. I also got a letter, delivered by owl of all things, informing me that I had been accepted into this school. A boarding school that teaches magic. Yeah, I'm not supposed to tell anyone about this, but apparently I've got some untapped magic running in my blood that has nothing to do with the Millennium Items.

Apparently it was late developing and I'll be tutored to catch up. Six years to catch up and one year to do it. It's a good thing I've got such a good memory. I wonder if they play Duel Monsters up in England, didn't the first time I lived there.

I never did tell you: I know what happened with Pegasus. He's still alive, but just barely. Bakura (when he took over after who knows what happened to me) stole the Millennium Eye from Pegasus when he was in his weakened state. I still have it and the Millennium Ring. Ah, yes, Bakura's back again, but he's promised not to take over unless I give him permission, and not to hide things from me. I trust him to keep his promise, even if you don't.

I know that this isn't the best way to tell you, but I would never have been able to tell you in person. I can tap into the powers of the Millennium Eye occasionally. I haven't put it in though and Bakura doesn't seem to be able to use it.

The plane is about to land, I'll write you again later sometime. Don't be alarmed if an owl or some other fowl delivers the next letter.

Hopefully still a friend of yours,

Ryou Bakura

Ryou smiled sadly as he folded up the letter, tucking it into his pocket. He had tried to hide the contents of the letter several times from the old woman next to him, but when she muttered something along the lines of not being able to read Chinese, he had stopped trying.

Bakura, when the plane was descending, complained loudly about not trusting anything that wasn't natural. He shut up when Ryou mentioned that the spirit wasn't exactly natural himself. However, Ryou managed to catch a feel of the spirit's panic when they touched down.

The trip flew by in a blur. He slightly remembered re-meeting his aunt, and leaving, but he vividly remembered his entrance into the house. Mrs. Figg tripped over a cat, knocked into him, and he fell into the luggage. He laid there, dazed, on top of the suitcases for a moment, before realizing that there was a cat purring on his chest. The pale teen looked at the cat before realizing that it was speaking to him.

"Friend red coat thief." It purred happily and Ryou stared at it in disbelief until Bakura exclaimed in eager excitement that the cats of the world still remembered him. He had then chuckled, picked up the cat off his chest, and carried it inside.

Two days later, he was bored. He had only a couple more weeks before his aunt would be taking him shopping for school supplies, but he couldn't remember ever being this bored. Mrs. Figg suggested the park and Ryou dully followed her directions. The streets were oddly quiet, but the park was peaceful, if not empty. He sat down on a swing and looped his arm lazily around one rope; letting his thoughts drift off.

He was brought out of his thoughtless musing by a question that was more of a statement, said with quite a bit of unconcealed humor.

"You're bored aren't you?" Ryou looked up into a pair of smirking green eyes.

"Nani?" He replied, unthinking. "Sorry. Pardon?"

"You're bored." The boy repeated and smiled warmly. "I'm Harry Potter."

"Ryou Bakura, and you could tell how?"

"You're sitting in my bored spot doing exactly what I do." Ryou smiled and got up off the swing and extended his hand. The air was a little cool, but the albino didn't seem to notice.

Harry pulled a hand out of his pocket and shook it. Noticing that a few cards had fallen out of the black haired teen's pocket when he withdrew his hand, Ryou crouched down and began to pick them up. Harry joined him with a sigh. After about the third card, Ryou noticed what they were. He could feel Bakura stir from his nap in the back of his mind with his excitement.

"You duel?" He exclaimed and the spirit woke up, staying silent as he caught up with the past few moments.

"Eh, yeah, but I'm not very good at it, I just mainly collect them." Ryou looked them over. They were pretty good cards, but they would only rank the lowest in his own deck.

"Troubles?" He asked, handing what he gathered back to Harry.

"Yeah, don't really understand. Tried watching those tournaments on TV, but couldn't understand them when they were speaking Japanese."

"Well, I guess I could help you if you've got troubles with strategy, but I'm not that good of a teacher."

"Bullshit." Ryou didn't understand what Bakura meant by that, so he said nothing. Harry was speaking anyways.

"That would be great! Better then sitting around doing nothing." He pointed to a house not that far away. "I live right there, but I doubt my aunt and uncle would let you come over, they seem to hate me."

"Er…" Ryou considered the options. "You know where Mrs. Figg lives?"

Harry nodded. "Go there all the time when the Dursleys want to get rid of me." Ryou decided that he did not want to ask.

"Yeah, she's my aunt, get all your cards and meet me there." Harry nodded and Ryou ran off. Harry smiled and headed home before realizing something.

'How did he know I didn't have all my cards with me? He looks so familiar, where have I seen him before?'

AN: Heh... not very long in my opinion, I just felt like posting up the first chapter, so here you go!