The Yugioh! Harry Potter fic I've wanted to write for like ever. Well this is it. Tell me what you all think ok?

Oh and I own neither Harry Potter nor Yu-Gi-Oh! But I would settle for Yu-Gi-Oh! If given the choice!

The Darkest Magic

Tifa Strifeheart

Prologue

"W-what happened in there?" The entire gang was gathered in the Ishtars living room which wasn't particularly strange since none of them had any residence in Egypt. What was strange was the very fact that the whole gang was here. After the Ceremonial Battle the 'whole' gang was never supposed to be together again but alas, there was Yami Yugi, leaning against the wall farthest from the door and consequentially able to see everyone and be seen by them. On occasion each of them would flash glances at him and then at Yugi who happened to be sitting in the seat closest to the pharaoh. Looks varied from worry and concern on Ishizus face to confusion on that of Jounouchi and Honda to badly suppressed joy on Anzus to finally stoic bewilderment on Kabias face. Jou's stuttered words were met by silence and all faces glanced at the silent pharaoh again. Finally Ishizu cleared her throat lowering the hand she had raised to her mouth to go back to tensely holding her hands in her lap.

"I too would like to know what has happened, my pharaoh. The scriptures clearly state what was to happen with the result of the duel between yourself and Yugi. By all standards, my lord, you should not even be here." All eyes were now on the former Pharaoh now. The one in question finally moved, pushing himself off the beige wall and incidentally shifting the brown sack that he had brought back with them. The clinking sound filled the silent room and drew the only yami in the room eyes down to it. After a moment of apparent thought, the pharaoh bent down and opened the top of the bag. From it he pulled out the millennium puzzle still in one complete piece. Reaching further into the bag he pulled out the metal chain that it had once hung on and rethreaded the treasure. Then, without sparing a glance for anyone else in the room, he walked over to where Yugi sat. Trembles ran through his tiny body, he was still trying to get over that his yami was still here and not on the other side. Fluently the pharaoh got down on one knee beside the small boy and slowly slid the puzzles around his neck. The weight of the puzzle was so familiar, Yugi hadn't realized how empty he had felt without it and now that it was back tears came to his eyes in both the pain of loos and the joy of having that which was lost back.

"It's simple, Yugi called me." There was a still moment before all eyes turned to Yugi this time. The boy in question was staring up at his other half eyes wide. Slowly he shook his head. He would never keep Yami from happiness. Not his yami. Not from the happiness that awaited him on the other side. Seeing the sorrowful look on the others face, Yami smiled at the other comfortingly. "No don't think like that." Yugi started, he had forgotten that the other was in his head. At the thought Yami grinned. "It's not only your fault. I didn't want to leave you; all of you. But I couldn't have stayed without you Yugi." He touched a place on the younger's chest chest. "You called me back, soul to soul and that is not a call that can be easily brushed off." His smile melted. "But remaining here does not come without a price."

"Bakura…" Ryous voice was so quite but carried in semi-large room. All eyes turned to him but he only had eyes for the pharaoh. Yami didn't exactly smile but his expression was not as harsh as it would have been when speaking of the tomb-robber.

"He remains. But I believe that he is no longer the person that he once was… or at least not as much of the person he once was. With Zork banished the darkness must have faded… some." Across the room Ryou nodded. Beside him there was a movement which made all others in the room focused on him. Malik was staring at the Pharaoh a mix of resignation and fear on his face.

"And Marik." This time Yami did frown.

"I do not know. Not all is the same as it once was. Or so I am told." Ishizus head lifted at this.

"Told by whom… if I may ask." Yami looked over at her.

"I may not have crossed but I did meet with those on the other side. Things have to change. That which should have crossed along with I has remained in this world. And we are the ones that have been deemed to stop it." There was a snort that could have come from only one other person in the room. Mokuba was nudging his brother who was scowling at the pharaoh.

"I thought all of your magic crap was over and done with." Yami chuckled. "Doesn't seem like it. I've been given my instructions and you are as much a part of it now Kaiba as you were before and have always been." The brunette snorted again.

"And how the hell do you figure that?" The look on Yamis face this time was the smirk that was normal for him. Giving Yugis knee a squeeze, he stood up and walked towards the bag that he had left at the wall. Bending over he picked up the bag and reached in turning to smirk at Kaiba. In his hand he slowly pulled out a gradually lengthen handle.

"Because, I have a gift for you. The gods have finally decided to return what is rightfully yours."

Six Months later

"But I don't understand why the giant robot things wanted to destroy the world. What was their quarrel with the humans?" Yugi sighed. They had been going at this since they had left the theatre ten minutes ago. He made a mental not that if there was a transformers three he wasn't going to take his other half to go and see it.

"Look Atemu, they just needed a reason to have all the cool special affects ok." Beside him the other frowned but didn't say anything at the sudden change of answer. Yugi had given up trying to explain the twisted logic of giant robots that changed shape at will. He may have been better able to in general if he could understand the reasons himself. It wasn't that they didn't make sense but more that they weren't rational. He shrugged. But then who was he to judge right.

"What are you thinking about Abiou?" Yugi rolled his eyes.

"You should know." Beside him Atemu smirked.

"But it's polite to ask." Yugi shook his head as he laughed beside him he saw Yami smiling warmly at him. The pharaoh crossed his arms over his chest. "So what are we going to do when we get home?" Yugi's laughter had subsided and the question had his mind pausing. Home. He still remembered when he and Yami had approached his grandpa about the pharaoh. The old man had only said that he had suspected something like this from the beginning and would be glad to have Atemu stay with them. He had laughed then and had said that any one giving up the afterlife for his grandson was welcome in his home any day. Now the game shop was their home. Grandpa was at home waiting for them, or sleeping whichever he felt. The happy feeling that welled up inside of his had been one he had carried with him for months now and wouldn't give it up for anything else. A pair of arms wrapped themselves around his waist. "Have I lost you abiou?" A blush rose to his face. Well he could think of one thing that could make it all even better but he had no idea how to even begin approaching that.

"No. I was just thinking." He could feel his yamis smile.

"About…" Yugi just shook his head not bothering to continue his walk or get out of the others embrace.

"Oh just about stuff." This time Atemu chuckled.

"What kinda stuff?" Pouting Yugi turned around and Atemu was forced to let go of him.

"Why so nosy?" It all happened faster than his mind could process in one single instant. One moment he was smiling up at his yami, the other returning the smile whole heartedly. The next he was flat on the pavement his left side stinging from his hard impact and Atemu flush on top of him. "A-Atemu?" the pharaoh bounced up to his feet and hastily reached out his hand to help Yugi up. It was the look in his eye that had Yugi scrambling to his feet with the help of the others hand and staying silent as Atemu turned away from him.

/Atemu, what is it?/ Atemu glanced back at him for an instant before turning to face the empty street again. His head moving from side as he apparently searched for something.

/Someone… more than one person is out there watching us. Whatever they want it is not good./ Now Yugi was staring into the darkness. He may not be as strong as the other was at shadow magic but he was learning. It was exactly that training that had him turning his head towards the north seconds before Atemu informed him.

/They are coming from that direction abiou./ Atemu turned his head in the opposite direction. //And there./ He glanced at the street directly in front of them. /And there./ Yugi realized that they were surrounded.

/Yami.../

/Stay behind me Yugi/ Yugi watched as they silently approached. There were eight of them all dressed in what he suspected were robes. They were all black and the pulled up hood hid their faces from the dim light of the street lamp. For an instant he remembered what people used to say about crazies coming out when the sun sets. Thoughts of the sun made him distantly wonder if they could be vampires. In his life there wasn't any possibility that could be completely ruled out.

"Who are you? What do you want?" The sound of Atemus voice soothed the fear that had begun to rise in Yugis throat. Even surrounded by these strange… things his voice didn't shake like Yugis knew his would have. He sounded as firm as he always had, that probably came from being a pharaoh. There was no response from the black cloaked people. They had stooped roughly 15 feet from them on all sides and stared at them. After a long moment of silence one of them moved.

"So are they the ones?" The male voice was rough and booming. Yugi was sure if he met that kind of voice in an ally he would have run for his life.

"They must be. Do you see the pendant?" This voice was slimy. It crept him out far worse than the first one. Who were these people?

"But there are two. Master said that there was only one." Across from the one that had just spoken another lifted an arm revealing a slender wrist holding what appeared to Yugi to be a stick.

"Who cares, I saw we kill them both and take both pendants." Yugi never thought that there could be a woman could send shivers running down his spin. But this woman made if feel like ice had been poured into his shirt. Mentally he shook his head. That could be no woman. In the back of his mind he felt Yami agreeing with him. "I hope that they don't put up as much as a fight as that old man did. Stupid muggle thinking he could outsmart me." The mention of an old man had Yugis blood turning to ice in his veins. In front of him he saw Atemus body stiffening, and he could feel the same dread that he was feeling now echoed in the other only in Atemu he also felt worry and concern directed at him as well. For that he was grateful for it gave him courage to do what he did next.

"What old man? What have you done to him?" The woman's hooded head turned from her comrade to face him. Her laugh was a high and cruel sounding thing. Yugi had to swallow to speak again, his fright slowly seeping into his voice but fear for his grandfather far stronger. "What did you do?" From this distance he knew she was smirking at him.

"He refused to tell us where you were. Now he'll never refuse me again." Something inside him broke and he slid to his knees. Above him there was a cry from Atemu but for the life of him he couldn't understand had he had said. Soon a roaring filled his ears blocking out all sound, his eyes staring blindly at the pavement. She had to be lying. Nothing could have happened to grandpa.

/Abiou!/ Even in his head Atemus voice seemed to be coming from a distance. /Abiou please! Don't lose hope!/ The words reached him after a long moment but it was the brilliant flash of light above him that had his head rising to look up at his protector. Yami was standing with his legs spread apart in an effort to hold his body up, his right hand gripping his left shoulder where blood was making the black material of his shirt even darker.

"We don't need you," The woman had moved in whatever scuffle had ensued. In fact they had all moved in some way or another. Yugi noticed this dimly as if watching a movie or some such. She slowly began to raise her hand. "All we need is what you're wearing. We can leave your bodies here!" Light came streaking from the clear sky, burying themselves in the ground surrounding all of them in the area. Before he could process what was happening, Atemu had him in his arm and ran passing through one of the pillars of light as he did so. Only as the lights that trapped the hooded people were almost faded did he realize that they had been swords made of light. But he didn't care about any of that. All he could think about was his grandpa back at the store. As if sensing his thoughts Atemu began to move faster.

/Abiou, are you alright?/ He shook his head.

"I don't know…"

The sight of the game shop had his heard stopping in his chest. What could have happened here? But more important still; what had happened to the old man? He glanced down at his partner staring at the shop. Even Yugis thoughts had frozen and, in his worry, Atemus heart went out to him. The old man was the only family that his abiou had left. The Kame Game Shop's door and windows had been shattered. Some of the lights inside had been smashed as well but the few lights still on illuminated destroyed shelves and crushed games, not a single thing was still intact. Atemu recognized this type of destruction. It was destruction for the mere sake of it, for the pleasure. Yugi took a step towards his broken home and Atemu could only follow on the boys heels closely monitoring the others mind as they went.

They found the old man in the back room and even from the doorway Atemu could tell that he was gone.

His chest tightened in grief. The old man's presence was still fading. Like an echo of where he dwelled throughout his life. It hurt. Through the link he could feel Yugi's sobbing. He made his way to his hikari, his legs shaky and a burning sensation bothering the back of his eyes. He fell to his knees beside the shaking figure that was sobbing over his grandfather's body. Being so close to this body that was so familiar and so empty hurt; placing his head atop Yugis he held the boy as he cried but couldn't take his eyes off the body.

He didn't know if it was better that the body was unscarred or not, he looked so peaceful almost as if he had fallen asleep in the middle of the living room floor. He started as he realized that there were tears on his face. How could the old man really be gone? The pain he was feeling so miniscule compared to the agony he felt in his little abiou. "Grandpa… Grandpa no." Atemus squeezed his eyes shut as Yugi buried his face in his chest and did his best to suppress the sobs he felt rising in his throat. Yugi sounded so broken, and empty. He needed to be here for his abiou so he just let the other cry keeping his tears silent as the other wept he would find time to mourn later. Already thoughts of retribution begin to form with in him. He wasn't sure how long it had been before Yugi spoke again.

"Yami…" He pressed his face in the others hair his arms tightening around the other. Yugis voice was thick and through the link he could feel his misery and the stirrings of something he couldn't yet recognize.

/What is it Yugi?/ There was a long silence.

"You know who did this don't you? You know who- who did this to grandpa?" Atemu was still his mind racing. In the end he knew that he couldn't lie to his little one.

/I'm pretty sure./ Yugi was silent and in his mind Atemu could feel what it was that was stirring. His poor abiou. Whay had this have to happen to him. "No Yugi. Stop those thoughts now."

"It was those people in black wasn't it? They did this." Yugi's voice was still thick from his sobbing but it was slowly starting to harden. Even though Atemu knew that he was in shock this wasn't right.

"Yugi, you can't do this. He wouldn't want you thinking like this." Yugi suddenly pulled away, his normally gentle eyes glaring up at him.

"Well he's not here anymore! They took them from me!" His voice broke into sobs. "They took him from me." Atemu let the other collapse into his arms as the sobs wracked his body. "I-I don't want to stay here." It was a whisper but Atemu heard it.

"Why Abiou. He-"

"I don't want them to see me like this." Atemu frowned.

"To see you like what Abiou?" Yugi was still a long moment. "Abiou?"

"I want revenge!" Atemu started at Yugi's cry. "I want them all to pay! I want them all to suffer for what they took from me!"His voice dropped to the barest whisper. "I want them to die." Amethyst eyes turned away from his and to the body that lay on the wooden floor. Atemu's eyes widened in bouth shock and horror; he knew that the other was in shock but this…. "The others won't understand. Yami… I hate them so much."

"Yugi I think…" He trailed off. The torment that melted through the mind link shattered his thoughts.

"I don't want to stay here… Yami I can't." Slowly Atemu nodded.

"If that is what you truly wish little one…" There was little more that he could think of so he just held the other as he began to cry again the body of the now late Sugoroku Mutou slowly getting colder at their knees.

Kaiba Seto sat in his living room for once unsure what to do. Atemu had been here not moments before. He had told him that he and Yugi were leaving the city that night and had handed him a thick envelope that had 'Kaiba Seto' written which he said explained everything. He ran a hand through his brown locks. What were those two even thinking? With a sigh he slit the top of the envelope open. His frown deepened as he pulled out a set of keys. The deed that followed did nothing to put him at ease. Placing them both the keys and the proof of ownership on the table beside them he pulled out the letter that was inside.

Kaiba Seto,

Yugi and I are leaving Domin. Tonight Mutou Sugoroku was murdered in the Game Shop. We may be rivals but I wish to ask you a request and hope you can lend your aid for by morning we will no longer be in Japan. The others do not know so please…

As the letter ended Kaiba sighed as he glanced back at the keys glinting in the light of the table lamp. This wasn't like Yugi. There was suddenly so much in his lap but not for a moment did he consider throwing off the burden. He sighed again.

In the morning the great majority of the small population of Domino had no idea what had happened in the little game shop the night before. Not about how the police had been called to the place to find an old man dead with his grandson standing beside him. On glancing at the front page of the Domino Tribune, a number were shocked to read about the break in at the local Museum and some of the precious Egyptian artefacts that had been stolen and some made mental notes to check out the mayhem.

Throughout the day tears and words of grief spilled from those who recognized the small picture of an elderly man within a larger picture of his shop that had been found dead in his own home. In the days to come that grief would be joined by the tears of children who came to the small Kame Game shop as was the norm only to find the shattered glass and police tape and learn what had befallen the kindly old man that seemed to always be there after school; the elderly man that had allowed everyone to call him 'grandfather.' The word of his death spread and with it mounted a surprising amount of grief from all that had been touched by him.

None, however, could imagine how important these seemingly small and sad events would have on the future. But then, very few ever could anyways.

Grandpa! *sob* I felt so bad writing that. I really didn't want to kill him at a point I rewrote that whole scene to have him in a coma of some sort, but then I realized that it wouldn't work and that I was trying to find a way to chicken out of it so I just sucked in my gut and did it. I feel like such a horrible person.

Now before I get anyone's hopes up, I picked a stupid time to start this fic for the main reason that school starts in less than a week and since I am a lowly university student with more work than I know what to do with don't expect the updates to be pouring in.

On that downer of a note – Please Review