Sora the Saria: Hiyas. This me first fan fiction. I've written other stuffs of my own, (not planning to post them...) but this is my first actual fan fiction :)

Ryou: this can only turn out in turmoil...

Yami Bakura: Shut it. *raises fist*

Ryou: Y-y-yes, Y-yam-mi-S-sam-ma.

Sora the Saria: Bakura, you leave pour Ryou alone! I have special authoress powers. Want to end up in a...*thinks* dress?

Yami Bakura: *glares* No.

STS: Good.

Ryou: oh thank you STS! Your so nice. I don't like being torcherd.

STS: eheh... unfortunatly for him, in this story I need his Yami to do just that... sorry Ryou.

Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-OH. Don't own Harry Potter either, *A/N: HP is just mentioned. It's not part of this story.* Wouldn't it be nice if I did though? Oh the possibilities. :)



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He was laying down on the couch in the living room. His head resting along the green pillow; chocolate brown eyes racing back and forth along the pages of the book he was reading. It was one of his favorites; Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. There were seven of these Harry Potter books in all. This one, the Order of the Phoenix was the fifth.

He smiled as he quickly read over the words of the familiar story. He had read it so many times that he could almost predict who would say what next, or who would go where, or do what. He could see in his minds eye, the characters as they went about their daily business; as they walked around their magical world. He saw them in their classes learning spells in Charms or how to defend themselves against dark, mythical creatures in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It was a beautiful world, this 'Hogwarts'; and it was his dream to go there when he was old enough. When he was twelve the letter would come, inviting him to the school to learn magic. But it was just a dream nothing more... and he knew that. He knew that none of it was real... not Harry, Ron, or Hermione; not Dumbeldore, Snape or Fudge; Not Hogwarts, Platform 9 and 3/4 or Diagon Alley. They were just places and people that some fantastic author had created. A figure of the imagination. Yet still... wouldn't it be amazing if it all was real?

He was so caught up in the book that he didn't notice the elderly woman who had entered the room and sat down beside him. She had pale blue eyes and short gray hair, that still had a tint of the color it used to be; brown. She was watching the boy-her grandson-as he read. She watched him, as his eyes moved back and forth, while the rest of his body was completely still and unmoving. She looked at his mat of long, silky albino hair; and the way it seemed to spike in large clumps as it spread downward from his head to his shoulders. She noted his pale white skin and the way it seemed to blend in with the light color of his hair. Her eyes traveled down him noticing how small and frail the child was. He was so thin... he couldn't have been eating right. It worried her. Even as a baby he had been weak, and sickly. When he was first born the doctors had thought he wouldn't live. His mother was allot like him-very sickly; and for much of the time pregnant with her son she had spent in bed. She had hardly eaten a thing. That's why he had been born too early. A whole month early. His mother died giving birth, and his father had died of a broken heart. He had spent most the first two years of his precious life in that same hospital, always in bed, and always sick.

It was hard for her to think about that... her pour grandchild being stuck in a hospital, all alone... 'but that's all over now... ' She thought to herself. 'He's not in that awful place anymore. But I can't always be there for him...'

She lowered her gaze from the boy to her hands, and the parcel they held. It was wrapped in that plain brownish colored paper that one uses for sending larger objects in the mail. It had no name, no address, or anything on it at all. Just that plain dull paper; but that wasn't what mattered anyway. It was what was inside, that was important.

She returned her gaze to the boy, and putting on a smile, she called his name softly, "Ray?" He didn't look up; just kept reading the book. She smiled knowingly. He always had liked reading, and every time he picked up a book it took him somewhere else. It took him right inside to it's magical world. So that he was right there alongside the characters through all their adventures. "Ray?" She called again, this time louder. Still no response. She sighed to herself. Letting go of the parcel so that it fell softly into her lap. She then reached out and took hold of the book, gently pulling it out of her grandson's delicate hands. This created quite a shock for young Ray, being as deep in the book as he was. Why, the very idea of someone just yanking away his precious book! Thus he was rather angry until he realized just who had taken it. "Grandma!" he cried excitedly as he jumped forward, wrapping his arms tightly around the woman. "It's so good to see you! Where have you been? It's been ages since you came to see you!" He laughed aloud, hugging her harder. "Yes, yes, my dear! It's good to see you to!" She laughed back, "I went to Japan... and I'm sorry I haven't come for a visit in so long Ray but... I caught up in my trip. I'm sorry darling." Ray let go of her, and looked up into her face, "Don't worry Grandma, I understand. You like to travel that's all. Besides I know you'll always come back."

"I'm glad for that Ray."

She smiled down at him. He was such a sweet child, innocent and pure; but she worried about him sometimes. She couldn't always protect him, always be there to save him from the evils of the world. "What's that?" Ray was pointing to the package in her lap. "Oh this," She put down his book-being careful not to lose the page- and handed the parcel over to him. "This," She repeated. "is for you."

"For me?"

"Yes... for you."

He looked at the package know in his hands.

"May I... open it, now?"

"Of course, dear."

He began to open it. Delicately he ripped at the paper. Trying not to rip it. Trying to be as neat as possible. The task took him a few moments but when he was finished the wrapping was still in one piece. Pushing it aside he looked down at the strange object he held. Most might have thought it odd looking and perhaps a tad on the ugly side. Ray however thought it was beautiful. It was golden, and seemed to almost glow at his touch. In the center there was a triangle. On the triangle, though there was a design,' 'it looks almost like... an eye?...' Ray thought as he studied the triangle. Around the triangle was a small circle; and from the circle five round cone shaped points spread out. Out of the top hung an thin, rope. *A/N: hmm... what COULD it be? ;) hmm... I agree with Ray. It's NOT ugly!*

Griping it tightly Ray couldn't help but smile. It felt so... warm to touch; and that warmness spread throughout his body. This warm, comforting sensation made him feel 'loved', that this was 'his' and no one else's. It called to him, beckoning him to put the rope around his neck and never take it off...

"It's called the 'Millennium Ring' " His grandmother said, interrupting Ray's thoughts. "Or at least that's what the man at the antique shop said. I got it on my last day in Japan. I don't quite know why but... when I saw it I thought of you. So I bought it; and now it's yours..." Ray was having difficulty resisting the ring's power; he just wanted to put it around his neck, so no one could take it from him. He forced himself to look away from it suddenly, and turned his head upwards at the elderly woman.

"Thank you..." He whispered. "It's wonderful..."

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Ray's grandmother had stayed for a few hours; and the two had had a good time. They'd talked about various things. Ray told her how he would be starting school in September. *A/N: He's only like 6 people. He hasn't been to school; and yes he CAN read. Reads harry potter, doesn't he? It'll make more sense later, I promise* She told him all about her trip to Japan; they discussed how Ray needed to start eating properly (he promised to try harder). Now though, she had left. She needed to get home.

After she left Ray stood up and headed for his room, Millennium Ring still gripped firmly in his hands. His room was in the basement-actually, it WAS the basement. It was the coldest place in the house, and had a musty smell to it. It was dark, and damp; but Ray didn't really mind it all that much. He had more than enough blankets to keep him warm; and one does get used to the dreary dark room. Even the musty smell isn't so bad after a time.

Feeling his way carefully around the room he searched for his bedside lamp. It didn't take him too long and in a few seconds there was a small 'click' and the light turned on. It wasn't a very bright lamp. It only created enough light so that Ray could see where he was going without banging into his bed, or perhaps his dresser...

Turning around, the bed was right in front of him; and he immediately sat down on the hard mattress. He looked down at the Millennium Ring. Once more it began it's magic. It begged him to put it on. It almost seemed as if it was speaking to him. All most as if it were commanding him to wear it.

'Come on, Ray... just put it on. Put it on. Claim it as your own. Don't let anyone else have it's power. It's YOURS.'

A cold voice rang through Ray's mine. Dark and menacing it coaxed him, tricked him

'Raaaayyyy.... Please put it on. Do it for me? For you? No, do it for you grandmother. Yes, she did buy it for you didn't she? She'll be very disappointed if you don't.'

Ray listened to this voice. He didn't want to put it on. The voice it was so cruel sounding... and if it wanted him to put it on then... he shouldn't... but it was right. His grandmother had bought it for him. She wouldn't want to see it forgotten. She would want him to wear it... right? Just as he was about to comply there came another voice. This one though was different... it seemed to be scared-but at what? It was filled with light and hope. It was kind and seemed like it honestly wanted to help him.

'Ray, don't listen to him!' The voice cried urgently. 'Don't put on the ring. Please listen to me... he is just trying to trick you. He'll use you and beat you if you do. Put it on and he will put you through the same thing he put me thr-'

The voice was caught off suddenly, and Ray heard the darker one screaming in the back of his mind.

'HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, HIKARI?'

Silence. The voices left Ray alone for a few moments; but he had this small pain in his chest and somehow or other he knew that one of the voices-the lighter one, he assumed- was in a lot pain. Then the darker one returned, full of malice it continued to torment him.

'Put it on, Ray. NOW.' The voice was losing it's patience. 'Put in on now Ray, or my hikari gets it.'

Ray assumed that the 'hikari' was the other voice-the kind one. He didn't want it to get hurt. It didn't deserve it... Ray slowly lifted up the Millennium Ring and put it carefully around his neck...

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STS: Dun, Dun, Duuuunnnnnnnn. hehe cliffy. :P Please tell me what you think. Oh and, I guess you guys can guess who the 'voices' are. At least if you watch YGO you should. Meh... everything will fall into place later. I DO know where I'm going with this. Tay, bye. :) Please R+R. :)