[[A/N: Another lovely Role Play between Sisefs and I. We neither own YuGiOh nor Harry Potter, only the character of Toy. Bare with us fanfiction veterans, she is not a Mary Sue. (In fact, given the Mary Sue test, she seems to be an anti-Sue.) This is an ongoing thing and right now I can't tell you just what it will contain, but it is likely to have copious swearing, violent references or actions, and most likely a sex scene or two. Our intended characters thusfar are James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Bellatrix Black, Lily Evans, Severus Snape, Toy (Rachael), Seto Kaiba, Mokuba Kaiba, Dumbledore, and Yami Bakura. This may change. Set in the first Wizard War, with a few changes to canon to allow Bellatrix and the marauders to be at school together. Enjoy.]]
The Hogwarts grounds were still and quiet, the perfect atmosphere for one Bellatrix Black, who was kneeling under a tree in the shady area cornered between castle walls. Her long and thick curly black hair blew about her face, but she didn't seem to notice, her equally dark and heavy lidded eyes frowning down at the ground her wand was pointed at. She flicked her hair over her shoulder for about the millionth time in annoyance, black robes billowing around until she murmured something under her breath to still the air around her. Much better. Now she could concentrate.
Her Charms homework, one of her best subjects behind Defense and Potions, was to make objects bigger than they appeared, such as bags or desks as they had moved up to by now. But of course, where was the fun in that. She could do that in her sleep. So to give herself something to do, she was pointing her wand at some stolen essays for Transfiguration she had taken from the Slytherin Common Room, most likely third years'. Taking a deep breath to concentrate, she smirked and murmured "Incendio maximus," causing the parchment to alight in a dazzling blaze of fire, quickly reducing them to ash. She laughed at the brilliance of it and stood, dusting airborne ash from her cloak, and didn't notice the new presence of others on the grounds.
The ironic thing was, just a few years ago James Potter might have found himself doing the exact same thing. To relieve boredom, past-him would have wreaked havoc on any innocent passerby who happened to cross his path; as it was, the new Head Boy had more pressing duties to attend to - one of which being to actively seek out and (oh boy!) punish such bullies.
Which is why James (his own homework currently being furiously written by Remus,) was taking a lovely afternoon stroll across the grounds. His hazel eyes drifted lazily over the cobbled stones and patches of grass; one of his hands absently fingered a stolen Snitch he had tucked away in his pocket. Bored to tears, feeling restless, he was just considering disregarding Lily's warning and trying to find the girl when - to his delight - a much more interesting past-time presented itself with a shrill laugh and a flash of scarlet beneath a nearby willow tree, catching his eye and triggering a grin.
He recognized that tangled mop of curls immediately and did not hesitate to call out.
"Oi, Black!"
Bellatrix's dark eyes snapped up at the two words called from a distance, recognizing them instantly. James Potter. Wonderful. Her eyes flashed and her thin lips tightened in a smirk as she eyed the Gryffindor, her head tilting and causing the curls to once again tumble over her shoulder. "Ooo, big bad Head Boy Potter~ Come to wag your finger at me?" She taunted, sauntering forward towards him over the curled ashes of the homework and wiggling her hips as she always did when she walked. This would be interesting at least; she was bored, after all.
"Oh, I'll wag more than my finger at you," he couldn't help himself saying. Really, he meant his wand, but James Potter could never resist letting an innuendo slip by. Both to clarify and in preemptive defense, he slipped his wand from the back pocket of his jeans, gripping it loosely between his fingers - careless, to show he wasn't at all worried by her taunting, but still at the ready. Sure, she was a skilled witch, but he was Head Fucking Boy.
"I'm sure you'd like to." She responded, stopping several paces away from him but close enough that she could see the whites of his eyes from his reflecting glasses. Humming and looking to the side with a typical bored expression, she lifted her arms so one was cradling the elbow of her wand arm, her hand still gripping the wand and pointing the tip of it to her lips. It would only take a flick of her wand to do serious damage if she wanted to, but of course it was positioned in that way on purpose as well, Bellatrix being Bellatrix.
Most of the time, James usually dealt with Slytherins by threatening; no wands needed be drawn. But he could tell this girl was as bored as he, and what better way to spend an afternoon? (Besides - it wasn't as if he'd get in trouble.)
"Don't flatter yourself," was the sneered retort at her teasing. "Fancy telling me what exactly you sent up in flames, there?"
"Over there?" She asked, raising her eyebrows but keeping her eyes half-lidded, as in casual disinterest. "Some unfortunate classmate's papers. Got a problem with that?"
James hummed: "Actually, Miss Black, I do." A smirk played on the boy's lips as he rolled his wand between his fingertips, ready to deflect any spell she might send flying his way. He knew no matter what she did, no one would believe crazy old Bellatrix over Mister Head Boy, so even if he threw the first move it wouldn't matter - however, wanting to prolong this distraction, he simply raised his eyebrows at her expectantly. "Care to take a stroll with me down to Dumbledore's office?"
Meanwhile, a much more heartwarming scene was unfolding in a different world. A young mother had just finished putting her children to sleep; after a quiet, dreamy sigh at the sight of them (not only were they the epitome of adorable, but this meant a whole afternoon to themselves), she turned to tiptoe back to the bedroom, calling softly out for her fiancé.
"Kura?"
A white-haired man was scratching in a book open on his lap, the ends of his hair brushing the pages. With sharp scarlet eyes, the man looked up to the soft voice calling his name. "Sweet?" He hummed in response, placing his pencil in the book and closing it to set the thing aside. His lips twitched with a smirk as he saw her; he could never keep the warmness he felt from showing itself in some way whenever he saw his future-wife.
At the sight of him, a faint smile tugged at Toy's lips. Without hesitation she flung herself onto the bed and into his awaiting arms, face burying itself automatically in his neck. "Kids're asleep," she murmured into it between her affectionate nuzzling.
Bakura wrapped his arms around her, sighing and nuzzling her back as best as he could, what with her buried in his neck. "Yeah?" He said back, somewhat mindlessly. "Good. You're not getting out of these, then." Grinning, he squeezed her and kissed her hair, affectionate from her gone from him for a period of time (he just realized he did not know how long, he was buried in the sketchbook for too long).
"Perfectly fine with that," Toy murmured, the smile clear in her voice, "except I was thinking about a shower. You can still hold me in there, if you'd like."
Bellatrix only hummed. "No, I don't think I would care to." She sized him up easily, and with a flick of her wand she cast a nonverbal spell, as she was quite practiced in. She only needed to think the words 'Locomotor Mortis', the leg locker curse, as she swished her wand in the direction of James, almost eager to see how the egotistical Head Boy would handle the silent jinx.
Even the minute movement caught James's sharp eye; without a moment to spare he slashed his wand in a wide arc across himself, warding off the curse with an amused "Protego!" and sending it bounding back toward its owner. While not as formidable as Bellatrix in the area of nonverbal spellcasting, James didn't get himself position of Head Boy for nothing - his eyes were sharp and his reflexes like lightning. A perfect match for this particular opponent.
The flash of light and sudden shout alerted students within earshot; eagerly, they came flocking over, forming a loose throng around the pair. Two of the best students in the school dueling? No way they'd miss this!
Almost lazily, she, verbally this time, deflected the spell to the ground with a low 'Finite Incantatum'. The beginnings of the crowd congregating around them didn't bother her in the slightest - it may even have spurred her further. She did have a certain finesse for theatrics. So taking a step forward, she swung her arm in an arc and cried "Stupify!", not even bothering to start with minor jinxes. She always found that boring- why wait for the fun stuff?
The light reflected in the grounds, and even flashed in James' glasses. Bellatrix felt the adrenaline start pumping through her veins at the thrill of a duel. It was worth all the detentions and punishments in the world to shoot hexes at James 'Head Boy Quidditch Star' Potter.
On the same page as Bella, James had immediately countered her Incantatem with a "Confundus!" of his own; with a dazzling shower of sparks that induced 'oohs' and 'ahhs' from the quickly growing crowd, the two spells collided midair, canceling each other out. Basking in the attention and craving more of it, James - grinning - didn't hesitate to follow up. To cover all boundaries, he slashed and flung his wand about in a stream of continuous spells that fell like raindrops, one after another, from his lips.
"Petrificus Totalus! Rictusempra! Levicorpus!"
Levicorpus would have been great if it hit. Did Bellatrix even wear panties?
A mad sort of gleam shone in her eyes as the spells came shooting at her. Perfect. She was in her element- casting without thinking. With a 'Protego', 'Stupify', and 'Expelliarmus', the spells deflected (and even causing Levicorpus to hit an unfortunate fifth year Hufflepuff; which was a good thing, because the answer to that question was a 'no') and Bella was freed once more. Stepping to the left in a quick footwork similar to that in fencing, Bellatrix slashed her wand repeatedly, her hair falling in her face as she did so, and cried more dangerous spells that had been passed around in her group of Slytherins. One of which had been taught to her by a mutual friend of Severus Snape; a spell which, had it been known to the staff, would have been banned in an instant. "Petrificus Totalus!", pointing at James' robes this time she nonverbally cast 'Incendio!' And, with a flash across her face indicative of the future crimes she would commit, Ms. Black yelled "Sectumsempra!"
Let's see what James would make of that.
"My arms aren't about to leave you." The equally psychotic yet placated Bakura answered her. "Shower would indeed be nice though." He grinned and shifted his arms around her to lift her up bridal style, standing beside the bed. "This alright~?"
The movement elicited a squeak out of the girl, and she clung to him as he stood, face burying into his chest as a blush warmed her cheeks. Though she wouldn't say it, she loved being babied like this. "Perfect~"
With a wide grin, Bakura swept her away to the bathroom. He kissed her nose as he set her down again, beginning to strip his shirt off.
Smiling to herself and blushing, Toy eyed her fiancé in admiration for just a moment before turning to open the closet and retrieve the towels that..weren't there. "Shit," she sighed, frowning at the empty shelf, "I left the towels in the hamper when I brought in laundry. Could you go get them from the living room..?"
Arrogant as ever, James soaked up the attention he was receiving as more and more students came to crowd around them. He began to focus less on Bella herself and more on his own ostentatiousness - the nonverbal Incendio caught him off guard and as he quickly murmured a "Finite Incantatem," to extinguish the spark that had singed his robes, he was forced to dive out of the way of the curse.
The moment the words left her lips, he knew something was off. No spellbook had ever mentioned that incantation; he'd never seen it used before. And judging by the flash of depravity that crossed Bellatrix's face and the way the spell caused his hair to stand on end as it shot past - the force of it palpable, like a wave in the ocean - he didn't want to see it used now (and certainly not on himself). However - and he wouldn't realize this until the battle's end - as the spell whizzed past him, a split formed along his robes as if someone had slashed a knife through them.
Despite the growing danger of this duel, he still had a responsibility as Head Boy not to hurt Bellatrix. How irritating. So, James's priority shifted - his main focus now was to either disarm or impede her. His spells shot out one after another, spitfire.
"-!"
Having the happy advantage of not giving a fuck if she hurt James or not, Bellatrix could whip out whatever spell that jumped to her mind. Blocking and deflecting the spells, she continued stepping forward and to the side, closer and closer to James. She pushed her hair back again and grinned, sending similar spells flying back at the cocky Gryffindor. "Incarcerous! Incindio!" She sliced, jabbed, swished and flicked, voice rising in both volume and pitch as her excitement rose.
It seemed an impasse; each avoided or deflected the spells of the other to the point where the crowd began to scatter for fear of being hit by a wayward curse. James's volume grew with Bella's; his feet danced in place, diving this way and that; his wand cut through the air. Their scuffle seemed to be reaching a fever pitch until suddenly - everything stopped.
"Diffindo! Flipendo! Sectumsem-!"
Bella's incantation was cut short by a lucky Immobulus. Her arm froze in the air, poised for another attack; her wand, still pointed threateningly at him though now useless, remained stock still in her hand. A moment passed where the scattered onlookers held their breath, wondering if he had really won...and exhaled at the hearty bark of a laugh James let out after a few terse moments. He was out of breath, hair ruffled and robes torn and singed, but his expression held nothing but triumph.
"Not so tough are you now, Black?" he cried, grinning widely as the crowd inched forward again. He too stepped forward, striding up to his immobilized attacker with all the arrogance of a Potter - wand still, however, pointed defensively at her. To be sure, he chuckled out an "Expelliarmus," and watched the girl's wand fly from her hand and disappear into the grass some distance away.
Immobilized and quite unable to cast retaliation or even spit out insults, it was all Bellatrix could do to glare at him. It wasn't much, but her glare often sent first and second years scattering from the icy coldness of it. Anger pumped through her veins as her wand flew from her hand, and she gave James a look that said quite plainly, 'I will get you back for this.'
Grudgingly conceding defeat, she waited in her frozen position for him to unfreeze her so she could verbally abuse him on the way to Dumbledore's office. Perhaps before they both left the school, she would find a way to use the darker magic she had been researching on him. Scar up that handsome face and maybe he'll realize the trash that he is. Or she could even get the drop on he and her cousin and that other strange boy they hung out with. What a treat that would be before she left... She calmed herself back down with this as she waited for him to speak.
Her glare, while intimidating, did nothing to faze James. He simply smirked at her, murmuring "Incarcerous," to summon ropes to bind her hands tightly behind her back. He took another moment to accio Bella's wand and pocket it before freeing her from her immobility; but before she could let the insults fly, he prodded at her stomach with the tip of his wand, eyes narrowing behind his glasses.
"Now, mind telling me what Sectum-bloody-sempra does?"
He had intended on breaking the incantation up so as to avoid accidentally casting it. However, in a misfortunate turn of events, some combination of the syllables triggered another spell not widely known in the wizarding world...and without a target in James's mind, it selected at random.
"Hm?" Bakura turned around again to look at her; he often had his back to her while they stripped in the bathroom, a little respect for her privacy before he violated that respect by staring at her repeatedly. "Towels. Right. Got it." Leaning close to his fiancée, he pecked her on the lips and strode from the bathroom in nothing but his boxers, humming to himself and smirking at the prospects for the rest of his evening.
Toy, waiting for her fiancé, leaned over and turned on the water, waiting for it to warm. She often (and luckily) stalled stripping, and until Kura returned, she was quite content for now in her tank top and polka-dotted panties.
Until, that is, she found herself in a very different scene.
For suddenly and without warning, the girl was no longer in the safe confines of her bathroom. In the blink of an eye, as if waking up abruptly from a dream, the world had changed around her - and quite rudely. Rather than leaning against the cool tile wall, Toy found herself being flung quite forcefully into another body, the world a blur of confusion around her - barely giving her time to process what was going on until she'd hit the ground/Bellatrix with a thud and, groaning, rolled off the person onto whom she'd landed.
The force of another human suddenly being shoved between the tip of James's wand and Bellatrix's stomach sent him reeling back, as well. He stumbled, caught himself, and went quite abruptly into shock as he caught sight of what seemed to be a half-naked girl (who had suddenly appeared out of thin air) rolling off of a still-bound Bellatrix.
The only thoughts in his mind were, at the moment, "What the fuck," and (for a split second) "Wow, that ass."
Not more than a few moments later, Bakura returned to the bathroom with the towels over his forearm. "Your turn~" He grinned as he stepped through the doorway. At the lack of reply, he frowned, looking around the small bathroom. Toy was nowhere in sight. "Sweet?" He called, turning around and looking in the bedroom instead. "Where'd you go off to?" At the lack of answer, Kura scowled. "I'm not in the mood for games. Rachael, where'd you go?" Yet again he did not receive a response, and thusly continued searching the house, obviously to no avail. He would then get worried and dress, starting a fruitless search for the woman he loves…
Meanwhile however, Bellatrix Black wriggled to a sitting upright position, struggling to gain her breath back from when a large something knocked it out of her. She glared at James and started to ask "What the bloody hell did you d-" but was cut off, looking to where he and the rest of the crowd were staring. A half naked girl, just lying there next to her. She stared, bewildered, and simultaneously thought the exact same things James did. She then turned her attention back to the man, reasking her question. "What the bloody hell did you do, you twat?" Glaring, she struggled against the bonds to try and stand up, her gaze shifting between the strange girl and James.
"I - I don't know! You tell me!"
James was staring, agape, at the girl who was quite obviously more dumbfounded than any of they were. Currently, she was heaving herself up onto her hands and knees, staring wide-eyed at the ground. Grass...there was no grass in her bathroom. There was no grass in her bathroom. And there were certainly no strange voices in her bathroom.
Terrified (and her wide emerald eyes easily reflecting that terror), Toy slowly lowered herself to sit on her knees and gazed around in complete and utter befuddlement at the students all staring, perplexed, at her.
She opened her mouth to ask a question, but closed it almost immediately.
This...she was dreaming. Or something. Maybe she passed out or slipped on the tile and hit her head and this was a hallucination. Because it couldn't be possible that she was somehow suddenly sitting in the middle of an open courtyard with dozens of strangers staring confusedly at her. In her underwear.
With a quiet whimper of fright, she latched onto the closest source of protection: Bellatrix. She ducked behind the girl's back without a thought, desperate to escape the prying eyes and bury her quickly warming face into something, just to block out this strange and confusing world for a second or two.
James, meanwhile, was less focused on this predicament and more interested in finding out what, exactly, he did do. Without much forethought and in a state of frenzy he pointed his wand at an open space and cried out the phrase he thought might be to blame: "Sectum-bloody-sempra!"