Disclaimer: Happy happy joy joy, is what I would be thinking if I owned
YGO. Or Harry Potter.
Well! I've decided to start a HP/YGO story, only the YGO cast will not be
going to Hogwarts, but the HP gang will be going to Domino, like it or not.
Rated for strong language, and possible blood and gore. WARNING!! Major
spoilers from the fifth book!
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"Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had a big day ahead of them. All of these fine young men (and women) would be taking the Apparation tests that day for their official license. They stood outside of the Ministry of Magic, where they would be taking the tests. They were let into a room one by one, and after their test, they would sit in a corner of the room to watch the others. Goyle was last on the list, for some strange reason, so he had to wait until the end. After hearing various booms from the other side of the sculpture-laden door, he heard his name called. He entered the room, where a Ministry official stood. Everyone else was in the corner. He walked out to the middle of the room, yelled something that was inaudible to the others, and suddenly, everyone felt as if they were traveling by Floo powder. After the dizziness stopped, Harry stood up, and saw his glasses were broken. "Archillus Repairo" he whispered, pointing his wand at his glasses. They came together again, never once hinting to their near death experience. Everyone else started waking up, as well. They stood up, mended what needed mending, and looked around. It was night, and they were, in the middle of what looked like the downtown of a muggle city. They began walking, not caring that everyone was staring at their questionable apparel. Hermione was first to speak, as she read a sign that was in front of a huge fountain.
"Welcome to Domino City" read the sign.
"God, I need booze." Bakura was thinking to himself as he walked along the busy streets of Domino, clad in his favorite leather suit. Regular black T-shirt complimented by a black vest, black pants that clung down to the knees, then flared out down to his knee-high leather boots, slightly high heel. He also wore strips of leather that extended from the wrist to mid forearm, laced together underneath, with a leather lace. At the wrist, there were silver buttons circling the strip of leather. He liked this outfit. He really did, so he was pissed when he heard someone said to someone else,
"That guy in the leather looks like a Thestral." Then there were giggles. They came from a crowd op oddly dressed teens in front of the "Welcome to Domino" sign. He walked over to them, a few cowering in his wake.
"I demanded to know who called me a Fester! Tell me NOW!" A girl in the front with really frizzy hair laughed out loud, as did a boy with really messed up hair, glasses, and piercing green eyes. The others giggled a little bit.
"I demand to know what the hell you two think is so goddamn funny!" Bakura was pissed now, as he tended to get when he wanted booze, and people were taunting him.
"Well, for one it's a THESTRAL, not a FESTER, and you really do look like one." Snapped a young boy who had a smirk on, and almost white, blond hair, kinda like Bakura's. Bakura marched through the crowd, people backing off from either side, and walked directly in front of the boy who had made that comment. He picked up the boy, who was now on the ground, by the clothes he was wearing.
"I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you." He whispered to the boy. He heard a rustling of fabric, and suddenly, all the others had out little sticks of different lengths and colors. Bakura dropped the boy, and looked at them curiously. The blond boy too had a little stick out, holding it as a sword. Bakura laughed.
"I wouldn't get so cocky if I were you." Yelled another boy from the front of the group; he had really red hair, and a lot of freckles. He whispered to the boy with the green eyes and the unkempt hair. Bakura could read lips, so he didn't need to hear them.
"What the hell is a Patronus?" Asked Bakura; delighting in the stunned face he got from the both of them. The boy in the red hair nudged the other to do something. He complied, much to the dislike of the girl with the frizzy hair.
"Don't do it, Harry. Were in a muggle city!" She also tried to whisper, but Bakura, as said above could read lips.
"And what the hell is a muggle?" asked Bakura, slightly confused. The boy with the bad hair, stepped forward, and the girl put her face in her hands. The boy waved the stick and yelled something.
"Expecto Patronum!" He yelled, and a silver white thing came out from the tip of his stick, it was a stag, and it galloped around before apparently not finding what it was looking for, and disappeared.
"What the hell?" Bakura was confused now, but he had a feeling that these children had a lot to say.
"I may not have the little stick thingies, but I can still do magic." He whispered. (He might not be able to, but he can in this story.) He put up his hand, and all their little stick thingies flew into it, he held tight on these. He was about as tall as them, but he knew he could beat them up if he wanted.
"I have a feeling you guys have nowhere to go. You can stay in me and Ryou's basement. Follow me." He began walking down the street, and at first no one followed, but they guessed they had to, seeing as Bakura had their stick thingies.
"I demand to know where we are." Said the boy who made the stag.
"Well, I guess you were a little slow. The sign said, "Domino city, ne?"
"Gomen, etoranze." Said the girl with the hair. Bakura stopped and turned. He looked at the girl, as did all the others.
"I know where we are, by his use of the word "ne." We're in Japan, and this man is Japanese, I think. Am I right?" She looked at Bakura, and he nodded.
"Yes, you are all in Japan at the moment." The others looked at him, pleading for a translation.
"I said, "sorry, stranger" to him." Said the girl.
"Well, I didn't think any of you could speak my language, seeing as how you all have a British accent. And you, girl, how did your accent in Japanese get so good?" Everyone wanted to know that as well.
"For one, my name is Hermione, and I took a self study course on Japan over the summer, and I now speak fluently. Accents come naturally to my tongue in all languages." She said, a little arrogantly.
"Well, then. All the more reason for you to stay at my house. I assure all of you, I'm only mad when I'm either insulted, or dead drunk, so you'll be safe with me." Naturally, none of them wanted to trust this man, but he kept walking. They finally reached his house, and even though it was about midnight, he yelled.
"Ryou, we have company!" Another boy came down the stairs. He looked a lot like the man who had picked them up, but he looked younger, more innocent.
"Nani?" He said groggily.
"He said you have guests." Said Hermione. The others poked her, save three of them.
"They're staying awhile. I'm putting them in the basement. Talk to them tomorrow, Ryou." Said Bakura. Now, Ryou was wide awake, and wanted to meet everyone, but Bakura told him to go back to bed, and he wasn't about to get beat up with guests in the house. He trudged upstairs, and whispered under his breath,
"Baka Yami's. I don't see how Yugi puts up with his." Bakura led all of them into the kitchen, and then into the basement, which was HUGE, enough room to fit two groups their size comfortably.
"I need my wand, Bakura." Said the girl with the hair, a little matter of factly. "I'll light the fire." Bakura thought about this for a moment.
"Fine, but you know what I can do if you try anything." He handed her one, but she refused, pointing at a different one. Bakura gave her the other one. She grabbed a piece of paper off the floor, went over to the fire, and whispered something.
"Lumos." She said. The tip of the wand glowed bright hot, igniting the piece of paper, and she threw it under the log. Soon the fire was crackling happily. Bakura stuck out his hand, and Hermione gave him the wand. He pointed to a corner, where a whole stack of sleeping bags was, and left the basement. They all heard a click. Meaning Bakura had locked them in. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* This story's got potential! Where will it go? PLX R&R! And tell me what you think!
"Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had a big day ahead of them. All of these fine young men (and women) would be taking the Apparation tests that day for their official license. They stood outside of the Ministry of Magic, where they would be taking the tests. They were let into a room one by one, and after their test, they would sit in a corner of the room to watch the others. Goyle was last on the list, for some strange reason, so he had to wait until the end. After hearing various booms from the other side of the sculpture-laden door, he heard his name called. He entered the room, where a Ministry official stood. Everyone else was in the corner. He walked out to the middle of the room, yelled something that was inaudible to the others, and suddenly, everyone felt as if they were traveling by Floo powder. After the dizziness stopped, Harry stood up, and saw his glasses were broken. "Archillus Repairo" he whispered, pointing his wand at his glasses. They came together again, never once hinting to their near death experience. Everyone else started waking up, as well. They stood up, mended what needed mending, and looked around. It was night, and they were, in the middle of what looked like the downtown of a muggle city. They began walking, not caring that everyone was staring at their questionable apparel. Hermione was first to speak, as she read a sign that was in front of a huge fountain.
"Welcome to Domino City" read the sign.
"God, I need booze." Bakura was thinking to himself as he walked along the busy streets of Domino, clad in his favorite leather suit. Regular black T-shirt complimented by a black vest, black pants that clung down to the knees, then flared out down to his knee-high leather boots, slightly high heel. He also wore strips of leather that extended from the wrist to mid forearm, laced together underneath, with a leather lace. At the wrist, there were silver buttons circling the strip of leather. He liked this outfit. He really did, so he was pissed when he heard someone said to someone else,
"That guy in the leather looks like a Thestral." Then there were giggles. They came from a crowd op oddly dressed teens in front of the "Welcome to Domino" sign. He walked over to them, a few cowering in his wake.
"I demanded to know who called me a Fester! Tell me NOW!" A girl in the front with really frizzy hair laughed out loud, as did a boy with really messed up hair, glasses, and piercing green eyes. The others giggled a little bit.
"I demand to know what the hell you two think is so goddamn funny!" Bakura was pissed now, as he tended to get when he wanted booze, and people were taunting him.
"Well, for one it's a THESTRAL, not a FESTER, and you really do look like one." Snapped a young boy who had a smirk on, and almost white, blond hair, kinda like Bakura's. Bakura marched through the crowd, people backing off from either side, and walked directly in front of the boy who had made that comment. He picked up the boy, who was now on the ground, by the clothes he was wearing.
"I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you." He whispered to the boy. He heard a rustling of fabric, and suddenly, all the others had out little sticks of different lengths and colors. Bakura dropped the boy, and looked at them curiously. The blond boy too had a little stick out, holding it as a sword. Bakura laughed.
"I wouldn't get so cocky if I were you." Yelled another boy from the front of the group; he had really red hair, and a lot of freckles. He whispered to the boy with the green eyes and the unkempt hair. Bakura could read lips, so he didn't need to hear them.
"What the hell is a Patronus?" Asked Bakura; delighting in the stunned face he got from the both of them. The boy in the red hair nudged the other to do something. He complied, much to the dislike of the girl with the frizzy hair.
"Don't do it, Harry. Were in a muggle city!" She also tried to whisper, but Bakura, as said above could read lips.
"And what the hell is a muggle?" asked Bakura, slightly confused. The boy with the bad hair, stepped forward, and the girl put her face in her hands. The boy waved the stick and yelled something.
"Expecto Patronum!" He yelled, and a silver white thing came out from the tip of his stick, it was a stag, and it galloped around before apparently not finding what it was looking for, and disappeared.
"What the hell?" Bakura was confused now, but he had a feeling that these children had a lot to say.
"I may not have the little stick thingies, but I can still do magic." He whispered. (He might not be able to, but he can in this story.) He put up his hand, and all their little stick thingies flew into it, he held tight on these. He was about as tall as them, but he knew he could beat them up if he wanted.
"I have a feeling you guys have nowhere to go. You can stay in me and Ryou's basement. Follow me." He began walking down the street, and at first no one followed, but they guessed they had to, seeing as Bakura had their stick thingies.
"I demand to know where we are." Said the boy who made the stag.
"Well, I guess you were a little slow. The sign said, "Domino city, ne?"
"Gomen, etoranze." Said the girl with the hair. Bakura stopped and turned. He looked at the girl, as did all the others.
"I know where we are, by his use of the word "ne." We're in Japan, and this man is Japanese, I think. Am I right?" She looked at Bakura, and he nodded.
"Yes, you are all in Japan at the moment." The others looked at him, pleading for a translation.
"I said, "sorry, stranger" to him." Said the girl.
"Well, I didn't think any of you could speak my language, seeing as how you all have a British accent. And you, girl, how did your accent in Japanese get so good?" Everyone wanted to know that as well.
"For one, my name is Hermione, and I took a self study course on Japan over the summer, and I now speak fluently. Accents come naturally to my tongue in all languages." She said, a little arrogantly.
"Well, then. All the more reason for you to stay at my house. I assure all of you, I'm only mad when I'm either insulted, or dead drunk, so you'll be safe with me." Naturally, none of them wanted to trust this man, but he kept walking. They finally reached his house, and even though it was about midnight, he yelled.
"Ryou, we have company!" Another boy came down the stairs. He looked a lot like the man who had picked them up, but he looked younger, more innocent.
"Nani?" He said groggily.
"He said you have guests." Said Hermione. The others poked her, save three of them.
"They're staying awhile. I'm putting them in the basement. Talk to them tomorrow, Ryou." Said Bakura. Now, Ryou was wide awake, and wanted to meet everyone, but Bakura told him to go back to bed, and he wasn't about to get beat up with guests in the house. He trudged upstairs, and whispered under his breath,
"Baka Yami's. I don't see how Yugi puts up with his." Bakura led all of them into the kitchen, and then into the basement, which was HUGE, enough room to fit two groups their size comfortably.
"I need my wand, Bakura." Said the girl with the hair, a little matter of factly. "I'll light the fire." Bakura thought about this for a moment.
"Fine, but you know what I can do if you try anything." He handed her one, but she refused, pointing at a different one. Bakura gave her the other one. She grabbed a piece of paper off the floor, went over to the fire, and whispered something.
"Lumos." She said. The tip of the wand glowed bright hot, igniting the piece of paper, and she threw it under the log. Soon the fire was crackling happily. Bakura stuck out his hand, and Hermione gave him the wand. He pointed to a corner, where a whole stack of sleeping bags was, and left the basement. They all heard a click. Meaning Bakura had locked them in. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* This story's got potential! Where will it go? PLX R&R! And tell me what you think!