Title: The Shadow Masters
Rating: T, to be safe
Pairing: Yamis/Hikaris (Yami/Yugi, Bakura/Ryou, Marik/Malik) and Draco/Harry with mentions of Ron/Hermione
Genre: General
Summary: Voldermort wants the Mill. Items, but no Yami should have to part with their Hikari and the world is about to known just why.
Notes from the Author: I haven't written for either fandom for a long time. I recently started watching the Abridged Series and the new HP film is coming out and both got me excited for a good crossover, but found none that had been completed/fitted what I wanted and so I decided the only logical thing to do was write my own. Sorry if it's rusty, and for any mistakes I make. I don't own either (what a shame) but enjoy!
Chapter 1: Call Upon the Spirits with A Vengeance
The graveyard had fallen to a ghostly silence, despite the assembly of the dozen or so cloaked and masked strangers, who felt the pressure of the atmosphere most heavily on their shoulders. They fiddled with the wands clutched tightly in their hands and waited.
They had not much time to waste as their Dark Lord descended upon them, his most trusted servants, Wormtail and Malfoy, close on the tail of his cloak. His snake like features was twisted into a look of deep satisfaction, even excitement. It was an unpleasant look and the gathered servants fought the need to cringe. This could not be good.
Voldermort stopped in the center of the semi-circle that his servants had formed, and raised his arms. "My dear servants, I have glorious news." Each 's' was pronounced with a drawn 'hiss' that which was not unlike a snake, and gave each of them a fearful chill. "I have found a spell that will solve our problems."
It was here that he gestured for Malfoy to come forward with the mystery item tucked under his arm. When he tore off the protective cloth that it was wrapped in, the servants leant forward to catch a glimpse of an old Egyptian tablet, the hieroglyphics, though, were in pristine condition, glimmering with gold.
They held their tongues waiting, anxiously, for Voldermort to explain what it was that he held. He did so, immediately. "This is the spell to call forth the greatest of the Dark Arts, the Shadow Magic, but not just that but the very source of the Shadow magic." He took the tablet into his two clawed ivory hands, gripping tight. "I have found the translations and soon I will posses the Shadows."
The servants held down their silent gasps. Many felt the excitement their Lord was experiencing, but those who were smart and not at all charmed by their Lord, realized just how foolish this plan could be.
Without a moments hesitation Voldermort began to chant the words he had memorized in the long night and day before. He felt his hands tingle with the power, his palms that held the tablet grew cold and numb but he held tight, continuing the chant in a low drone. The surface began to light with the a glow of purple/black shadows that none had witnessed before. They flared and flickered as the chanting continued. Finally the shadows broke forth and began to sliver, joining the non magical darkness around them, but before Voldermort a whirlpool sprung up.
Voldermort's voice cut off with the last of the forgotten language, leaving a heavy silence of words as the whirlpool grew to its heights, spinning in a rapid blur. Then from within they found hear, as faint as a child's whisper, cries of distress, of confusion and anguish, as the shadows dispelled three bloodied items at the feet of Voldermort. When the last of the items landed the shadows vanished as fast they had appeared.
Nobody moved or spoke as they all inspected the three items; a pyramid on a chain, a rod and a ring on a leather chord, but with the golden surface tainted by fresh blood, even a few strands of silver white hair on the ring.
"Yes!" Voldermort cried, throwing the tablet to an unsuspecting Malfoy, who only just caught it, and lunging for his prizes, but his hand had only just curled around the stick of the rod when he felt a most painful spike of cold pain rip through his very blood. He cried out and instantly let go, snatching his hand back to his chest and staring at the offending item with wide eyes.
He was quick to act though, drawing his wand and magicing the items to his private quarters. "I will find a way to control these items," Voldermort decided aloud. "And I will use them against all those that oppose me." With these parting words he vanished in a CRACK leaving the servants alone once more.
On the other side of the word, three distressed teenagers stared down at their blooded hands, wondering where their items had gone to.
-TBC-
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