Because I have a thousand ideas for YGOHP crossovers.

Summary:

The house on Private drive was almost always empty until the boy came back bringing some… unusual friends.

Disclaimer: I no own. Can we get on with the stupid fic already?

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Harry was spending another boring day at the park trying to avoid his cousin Dudley and the accompanying gang. It was about time to go home he noted as he saw the sun dropping behind the horizon painting the sky above it with shades of pink and orange. It was deceptively beautiful he knew. It might have looked like a beautiful night but it would be anything but. Locked up in his room, probably without dinner again, with nothing to do and waiting for morning to hurry up and come so he could grab some breakfast and escape the Dursleys for a few hours.

Harry got up from the swing and walked slowly towards his 'house.' As he neared his corner he was attacked by Dudleys gang. 'Dang. And I'd been doing so well at avoiding them all summer.'

"Well if it isn't Potty." One of them said. Harry never bothered to learn their names. Why would you need to know the names of the people who beat you up?

"Wow, better not stand so close Dug. He could rub off on you." The boy who had pushed him first took a step away and wiped his hands on his pants.

"Nice save. I wouldn't want to become defective." Dug said snidely.

Harry tried to walk away. But they stopped him.

"Wait up Potty." Dudley called. "We have a proposition for you.

Harry should've kept walking away but the scent of a challenge made him turn around and face the gang.

"What proposition?" Harry asked.

The smiles exchanged throughout the group made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck rise. This was definitely a bad idea…

Dudley came forward after exchanging a few high fives with various people. "The abandoned house across the street and to the right of us; do you know it?" he said with a cruel smirk. Harry nodded. "Good." Dudley continued. "I hear there's people moving in. You're going to sneak in there and take pictures of the new neighbors." It wasn't a request.

Harry nodded again when a thought occurred to him. "I don't have a camera." He said lamely.

Dudley rolled his eyes and gave him a disposable one. "Don't ruin it. It cost me 5 bucks."

'Like that's so much to you.' Harry nodded his head again and walked off. "Oh, and you have to be in the house before they get there and they're coming at six!" Dudley called after him and stated laughing with all his friends. Harry checked his watch. It was 5: 47. Damn. He'd have to run to get there in time. So run he did.

Harry ran to Private drive where he made sure to keep low and out of sight. If he was seen breaking in there went even leaving his room for the rest of the summer. Although it was only another week it was still far too long.

Sneaking over the fence Harry found a back window that had been left open. He quickly got in and hid underneath a table that had plastic over the top and made sure there was a small hole so that he could take pictures.

Harry settled down to wait a while. It was 5:58 and no one was ever precisely on time.

Apparently Harry was wrong when exactly 2 minutes later the door was bang opened. "Kura," a soft voice called. "Don't break the house already. We just got here."

"Yeah Bakura. What are you going to do when the door breaks and Rou makes you pay for a new one?" A deeper voice teased.

"I'll steal one and tell Ryou that I paid for it." Came a menacing voice that must belong to 'Bakura'.

"It doesn't work if you tell me your plan when I'm right here." The first voice that spoke came again. That must be 'Ryou'. 'Odd names…' Harry thought to himself as he saw 3 pairs of feet enter. One of them had leather boots on and a trench coat, another had baby blue jeans and sneakers and the 3rd had biker boots on. 'Interesting assortment…'

Just then the door banged up again and a whiny but deep voice sounded out. "Malik-pretty, Ryou-koneko, and Bakura-kaito left Marik behind to get all the bags! And even worse you left me with Pharaoh-chibi!"

"Hey!" Came a light indignant voice. "You were the one who wouldn't get off of me!"

Another 2 pairs of feet came into view and Harry saw that another one had leather boots and the other had biker boots again. 'I'm sensing a pattern here…'

"Calm down Marik." The still unknown voice sounded and the first set of biker boots moved towards the second. "It's not like we left you with Anzu or anything that horrible." There seemed to be a collective shiver through the room and Harry was very glad that's he'd never met 'Anzu' whoever that was.

"No one deserves a fate that horrible." The second new voice came.

There was the feel of a general consensus that went around the group before the voice spoke again. "Anyway we should go claim rooms."

"Already done." Bakura said.

"You shouldn't do that." Ryou said sounding disapproving.

The other light voice seemed to agree when it said "You shouldn't use shadow magic so frivolously and I meant who was sleeping where."

'Shadow Magic? Just what's going on here?' Harry thought to himself as the sneakers came over and jumped onto the table. "Well my father said that this place had 4 bedrooms and a guest room so we could all have our own."

The deep voice spoke up now. "But Marik doesn't like sleeping alone." He seemed to be pouting.

'Is this guy mentally insane?' Harry wondered absentmindedly. He watched the sneakers start swinging back and forth and slightly hitting the plastic. 'Crap! I hope he doesn't kick too hard and reveal that I'm here.'

Ryou spoke up again from above him. 'So Ryou has the sneakers.' "I never said we had to use our rooms." Harry was pretty sure that he was rolling his eyes.

"Yatsa! I claim sleeping with Pharaoh-chibi tonight" the deep voice said.

"Weren't' you complaining about him earlier?" Bakura asked non-interestedly.

One pair of the biker boots went towards the second pair of leather boots and picked him up.

"Marik!" was called out by the second light voice. So Marik had one of the pairs of biker boots and was apparently insane. Brilliant.

Ryou giggled swinging his feet slightly more. "Bakura, Marik switches what he wants all the time and what he says is almost never what he means." Then as an afterthought he added, "And Marik, put Yugi down."

"Aah…" Marik pouted but the leather clad feet returned to the ground. So one of the leather clad feet was called Yugi. 'I take it back, their names are downright bizarre.'

"Well I don't know about you all but I'm going to go claim my room the proper way." The unknown voice said.

"Ok Malik." Ryou said. "I claim the downstairs room though." 'Malik? That's the last guy's name? Wow… there's nothing normal about these people is there?'

"Should I join you there Yandonoushi?" came Bakura's seductive voice as the other pair of leather shoes came towards the table and stopped right in front of the table and leaned on it.

The table creaked 'casue of the added weight but Ryou didn't' seem worried as he replied coyly. "I don't know, do you want to join me?"

"Yes." Bakura said smoothly and then a sound that was peculiarly like kissing started.

"Great." Malik said dejectedly. "Ryou and Bakura have already started making out and Marik already has a claim on Yugi. Who do I get?"

"You can join us Malik-pretty." Marik said.

"Thank you Marik-koi. You don't mind do you Yugi?"

"Nope. Not at all."

'Wait, what? They're deciding who sleeps with who?" Harry was feeling really awkward here so he reminded himself of his goal. 'I'm just going to get the pictures and get out.' He reminded himself.

He was startled and almost jumped when a loud *thump* sounded from the top of the table and some moaning started. Harry blushed. 'They're just going to have sex? Now? Aren't they settling in!?' he thought astonished. He checked his watch. 6:17. They hadn't even been here for 20 minutes and were getting ready to sleep together. 'Definitely nothing normal here.'

Yugi walked over to the table and said exasperatedly, "You're always so horny Bakura. At least help us all get our bags up to our rooms and get some of this plastic off the furniture. I don't want to be doing this all tomorrow when Ryou and I will barely be walking."

There was some shuffling around and Bakura seemed to let Ryou up as Ryou's feet once again were on the ground and walking over to Yugi. Bakura turned around and leaned casually against the table. "You're just jealous you're not getting this gorgeous piece of meat."

"Not really since he and Ryou were making out like crazy last night." Malik said.

Huh? What does Yugi sleeping with Bakura have to do with Yugi making out with Ryou?

"True." Marik hopped in. "And Marik had wanted to sleep with Ryou last night."

"I swear. Yamis never stop being horny." Yugi said to Ryou who giggled in response.

Malik's feet moved over to Ryou and Yugi's and seemed to start leaning on them. "Are you forgetting me being horny?"

Ryou came in this time. "Fine. Correction: Egyptians are always horny. Dose that work?"

"Yes!" Marik chirped up jumping over to Ryou, Yugi, and Malik.

"Hey! Why are you all leaving me out?" Bakura seemed to pout.

"Omg. This is terrifying." Ryou started.

"I know." Yugi jumped in.

Malik finished with, "Bakura's pouting."

Bakura started talking back angrily. "You know, I have half a mind to give you 3 a night in the shadow realm."

'Shadow realm? Now what is up with these people?' Harry thought as he saw Bakura walk over to join the rest of them.

"You know what?" said Yugi pushing out of the group. "I'm going to get the rest of the bags. Malik, do you want to join me?"

"Sure." Malik said and with that one pair of biker boots and leather shoes left the room.

Marik and Bakura both turned towards Ryou who started backing up to the stairs. "Hey. Back off. We're going to get settled in first…"

They were almost in the view of the camera and thus Harry. He could only see Bakura and Marik's backs right now and not Ryou as they were menacing over him. Marik had wild blond hair and was wearing a deep purple cloak that you could just see his boots under. Bakura was wearing a black trench coat and has shocking white hair. 'Really nothing normal here.'

It seemed like Marik and Bakura were just moving in for the final kill when Malik came over. He looked even more exotic than Bakura and Marik. He had on a purple belly shirt hoody that didn't have sleeves and black cargo pants. There were tons of gold bangles all along his arms and his skin was bronze whisch made his blonde hair stand out but it also seemed toned down. He also had some strange golden stick hanging out from one of his belt loops. "You should be nice to Ryou. He's like a girl and can hold a grudge forever."

"Thank you Ma-" Ryou started before he seemed to realize exactly what had been said. "Malik!" he called angrily and pushed Bakura and Marik to the side. Harry flashed a quick picture of a white haired boy wearing an unbuttoned blue over shirt over a blue and white striped shirt and baby blue skinny jeans. Harry had barely even started to wind the film when Malik ran to the side of the table and apparently behind Yugi because he said "Hide me Yugi!"

Yugi had made a strangled cry when Ryou reached them and crashed into both Yugi and Malik who in turn knocked over the table and blew his cover. The table came crashing to the side and he had to duck his head to avoid a table leg coming towards him. The plastic had been knocked over him followed by three bodies. Somehow one of them elbowed him in the stomach causing him to give out a grunt.

The three boys were abruptly pulled off of him by Bakura and Marik who put themselves defensively in front of the boys each holding a dagger in their hands and Marik reaching down to grab Harry. The next ting Harry knew the plastic had been pulled off of him and he'd been slammed against the wall by Marik.

Harry coughed from how hard he'd been pushed against the wall and tried to get back his breath when he noticed a dagger pressed against his throat. Harry took a quick look at all of their faces and had to stop to process some of what he was seeing.

Bakura and Ryou could've been twins except that Bakura looked so incredibly evil and his blood red eyes just screamed 'I don't care if I kill you it's just another body to the count but why are you in my house?' all with one glance. Marik and Malik must've been twins they looked so similar. The only difference was the crazed look that Marik seemed to have about him. Harry had to take the longest looking at Yugi who was wearing nothing but leather and buckles and chains and had Violet eyes framed by gold, red, and black hair in the shape of a star.

Yugi and Ryou were holding onto each other while Malik stood in front of them a look of determination on his face and the strange golden scepter he'd had behind him held in front of him protectively. Marik had his forearm pressed firmly against Harry's chest keeping him from moving while Bakura had a dagger to his throat.

"So," Bakura started. "Did you think it would be a good idea to rob our house? Or were you after something?" he narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"N-n-no." Harry stuttered trying to move his neck away from the blade pressed dangerously close.

"Then what were you doing hiding under the table?" Bakura demanded.

Harry was too scared to come up with a clever lie. These guys were more terrifying than Voldemort. "I was told to take pictures of you! My cousin and his gang wanted to know what you look like probably to see who they could recruit or bully!" Harry held his hands up in as much of a surrender as he could.

Marik narrowed his eyes. "That's not a very believable excuse boy." He said dangerously and pushed a little harder against Harry's chest. Harry was finding it very hard to breathe at this point.

"Marik! Bakura! Let up on him! He could be telling the truth!" a voice he recognized as Yugi's called much closer than he remembered Yugi being. Harry glanced away again to find Yugi pulling on the back of Bakura's trench coat while Malik held Ryou who had apparently gotten hurt in the initial fall and was trying to bind Ryou's shoulder with an ace bandage he'd grabbed at some point.

Bakura apparently also glanced back. "You hurt Ryou." He growled and his eyes turned even more murderous than before.

"Stop it!" Yugi yelled pulling directly on Bakura's arm that was holding the knife and getting it to give only a little. "Marik!" Yugi cried turning to the less murderous of the two. He was by no means willing to let Harry go though. Yugi tried to pull on Marik's arm as well a few times but couldn't get the well muscled arm to budge an inch.

Eventually Yugi seemed to give up and broke down crying slowly falling to his knees. "You guys had changed! You said you wouldn't do stuff like this again! You said that you would keep your hands clean of any more murders! Atemu was right! I should never have trusted your words yet alone fallen in love with you!" Yugi was completely falling apart crying at this point.

"Yugi… Marik said looking down at him and lessoning his hold on Harry. Not enough for him to get away but enough to let him breathe easily. Bakura had also put away his knife and was kneeling down next to Yugi.

"Yugi stop. Please." He hugged Yugi close to his chest. "We went too far." He said glancing up to Marik glaring. Marik released the last of his hold on Harry but Harry didn't move. He was still too scared.

Ryou and Malik ambled over to Yugi with Ryou's arm make shift bandaged but Harry got the sense that it needed a lot more care than it had right now. They knelt down on either side of Yugi and both patted his back. "Yugi, it's fine. They already let the boy go." Ryou said comfortingly but you could hear a tinge of pain behind it. That shoulder wound must have really hurt…

"I'm sorry Yugi-koi." Marik said sincerely. He knelt down as well and brushed back some bangs that had fallen into his face. Yugi's sobs softened until they were barely a whimper and he looked up with watery eyes at all his boyfriends. He seemed to have cried himself to exhaustion as he slumped forward asleep only to be caught by Bakura.

Bakura picked him up bridal style and stood up. "I'm going to put him in my room. Malik, can you finish taking care of him? He said tilting his head towards Harry. Malik nodded. Bakura went up the stairs to put Yugi in bed and Marik left with Ryou probably to properly fix up his wound better.

That left Harry alone with Malik and the strange golden stick he was holding in his hands like a weapon. It'd probably hurt if he swung at him with it…

"What were you doing here?" he demanded hardening his eyes and looking every bit as threatening as Bakura and Marik had.

"I was taking pictures…" he forced out again worn out from al the sudden changes this night had taken. He'd been trying to avoid getting in any sort of trouble but this was definitely trouble. Malik glared at him and Harry searched the room with his eyes for the camera. He spotted it knocked over past the table and half heartedly pointed at it.

Malik followed his gaze and went to pick up the camera. "You're not a very good camera man are you? You've only taken 2 pictures and you were there since before we were here right?"

Harry nodded. "Apparently you were telling the truth. So what was this about a gang that was looking for someone to bully?"

"My cousin Dudley leads the neighborhood gang and I'm usually their punching bag but I'm going to a boarding school during the year so they probably want someone new to beat up." Harry said tiredly. For once, Harry couldn't wait to get back to the Dursley's.

"How much did you hear?" Malik said narrowing his eyes even more.

'What?' Harry thought confused. Was there something important in that conversation that had been important? "I he- heard you guys talking about sleeping arrangements…" Harry trailed of lamely. That was what they'd been talking about wasn't it?

Malik arrowed his eyes even further. "And that's all you heard?"

Harry nodded his head ready to pass out.

Just then Bakura came back down the stairs. "What'd you find out?" He said in a foreign language that Harry didn't understand.

"He was telling the truth. Do you want me to wipe him anyway?" Malik replied in the same alien tongue.

Bakura frowned and seemed to think about it before he answered "No. Yugi's already very upset and this would also upset him more. We really aren't being fair to him…"

Harry had used the few seconds to get his wits about him and was calm enough to get out his wand and think of a defensive spell. He knew he wasn't safe here.

Bakura was facing towards him and noticed his wand and snorted. "What's a stick going to do to protect you?"

'So they're muggles… but wait, they were talking about magic earlier. What'd they call it… Dark Magic? No, it just made Harry think of dark magic. It wasn't even dark it like an absence of light… think Harry think! Shadow! Shadow Magic! That was it! Was that what they were concerned he had heard about?' Harry's train of thought suddenly sped up to almost unbearable levels.

Harry must have spaced out for quite a bit because the next thing he knew Bakura was waving a hand in front of his face and turning back to Malik saying "Did you brain wash him already? Atemu's going to take it back if you do things like this a lot."

What? They can brain wash me? But the only thing that can do that is the imperius curse.

"I didn't do anything." Malik said. "If anything you scared him too much."

"Pathetic. Even that mutt Wheeler was stronger than 'this'."

Malik raised an eyebrow. "Are you complementing him?"

Bakura got very angry because of this comment. "I would never complement that mutt. He's pathetic. I'm just saying that he's" he nodded his head towards Harry "even more pathetic."

Harry felt sudden anger course through him. He was not pathetic. He was the savior of the wizarding world and had faced the Dark Lord Voldemort 4 times and defeated him every time. Harry strengthened his grip on his wand and pointed it up at Bakura's throat. "I'm not pathetic." He said.

Bakura looked down at him as if he were an insect. "Yes, you are. You're using a stick to defend yourself. Humanity moved past this long before even 'I' was born." He said as if he was explaining something to a child.

Harry was about to get defensive about how this stick was called a wand and was very powerful when a voice called from the stairs in a foreign language again. "Look out! He has some strange type of magic and that stick is what lets him use it. He calls it a wand." Yugi spoke from the foot of the stairs and was holding a gold ball in the middle of his forehead.

Whatever he'd said had put Bakura on edge again and Bakura looked towards the stick with disgust. "How do you have Magic?"

Harry's brain short circuited for a quick moment before it restarted. "I was born with it."

"That's not what I meant."

Malik was speaking to Yugi in a foreign language again. "What do you mean he has magic? Atemu sealed all the magic in ancient Egypt and only those with Millennium items should have magic." He said worriedly.

"It's a different type of magic. Atemu probably just sealed shadow magic and other types of magic are free." Yugi replied sitting down tiredly.

"Yugi, you should go back to bed."

"Iie, I'm fine." Yugi shook his head.

"So what's the deal with this new type of magic?" Bakura spoke up.

"There's an entire underground society of wizards and this boy, Harry Potter, is the savior of the wizarding world as they call it. There's a Dark Lord, Voldemort, who he's fought 4 times and lived and that's all I got." Yugi said. Harry had recognized his name and Voldemort's among the strange foreign words. 'What are they talking about…'

"How do they use this magic?" Bakura said.

"Their wands." Yugi replied.

Bakura looked warily at Harry's wand. It was no longer 'a stick' to him. 'Ok, they knew nothing and now Yugi is the one telling them about wands apparently?' Harry mused to himself but made sure to look tough on the outside as if them speaking in a different language wasn't affecting him.

"Give me that." Malik said taking something from Yugi's hand.

He put the strange golden thing that Harry had forgotten about in the middle of his forehead and turned towards Harry. "There's a lot to this magical world of his." He said to Yugi. "He also heard about Shadow Magic but doesn't know what it is."

"Wipe his mind anyway. I don't want to take risks." Bakura said walking away from the room. "Give him an embarrassing picture of himself to. That'll teach him from over sneaking into our house."

"Kura…" Yugi said warningly.

Bakura looked at Yugi and saw the puppy dog eyes before he gave in. "Fine. Just wipe his mind and get him out. Maybe walk him home."

"With pleasure." Malik said turning towards Harry and raising his stick to eyelevel. Now that it occurred to Harry maybe it wasn't an ordinary stick…

Malik was getting ready to do something to him when a thought occurred to him. "What about the camera?" he asked turning towards Bakura with a slight frown on his face.

"Just give it to him. He only has two pictures." Bakura said and then went the same direction that Ryou and Marik had gone earlier.

Malik nodded his head even though Bakura wasn't there anymore and raised the stick up to Harry's eyes. Harry eyed it warily when he heard Malik say. "This doesn't have to hurt, but I'm going to make it anyway." Harry's eyes widened in terror. That was never what you wanted to hear.

Suddenly Harry's mind was blasted into and it felt like someone was taking sand paper to his memories. Harry listening to them speak in a foreign language… Harry getting threatened by Bakura and Marik… Harry watching the feet move around and guessing who was who… Harry sneaking into the house…

Harry blacked out for a moment after this. "You're mine to control Mind Slave." A menacing voice came through his head before he was on his front porch holding a camera.

"About time you came back Potty." Dudley said opening the door. "Did you get the pictures?" Harry was confused. Wht had been going on? Oh yeah, Dudley wanted him to get pictures of the new neighbors.

"Not yet…" he said dumbly but Dudley had already taken the camera.

"Only 3 photos?" he asked in disbelief. "They better be good."

Dudley left the doorway and one very confused Harry. What? He'd never taken any pictures. He checked his watch. 7:03. Where had all the time gone? It had been before 6 when he'd gone off to sneak some pictures of the new neighbors. 'Why can't I remember what happened?' Harry wondered as he entered the house and quietly made his way upstairs to his room. He wasn't getting dinner tonight…


Ok, I wanted to try something different with this fic. How'd I do? And yes, IK horribly butcher the language so I try to keep my characters speaking it properly but it tends to come out. People say I even have an accent… whatev'.

They were speaking in Japanese, the yamis have their own bodies and I'll explain that more in future chapters, Yami I'm calling Atemu in this story and stayed in Japan to be the King of Games and be with his boyfriend. Haven't decided who yet… I could be talked into Anzu if I get enough reviews. They will be going to Hogwarts but out of curiosity. Not because they're invited. Ok? Good.

*sigh* Break sucks. It's so boring…