[Hello my friends, my brother has asked me to publish this fic for him since he does not think he will be able to get a fanbase, so I am here to support him. This is going to be a… parody-type story that I honestly am looking forward to him finishing lmao! Please take this lightly and laugh along with us Many thanks, Bakuratrash]
Welcome to my Thiefshipping and Harry Potter crossover fanfiction. Forgive me if I have slipped on any important Harry Potter facts or things may seem askew for those of you who are familiar with the story. I am merely molding the two worlds as I see fit within my own imaginative thoughts. Just enjoy the ride.
Chapter 1
I'm dreading to tell him. Just dreading to see his face. That look of disappointment when something absolutely isn't fair and isn't going to go your way. No matter how hard you try, how deeply you felt you deserved it, how incredibly planned and practiced nor studied for the occasion, we must accept who we are oftentimes comes about beyond our control.
And I, Bakura, am dreading it. I can see that blank look he always gives me. The look of complete emptiness yet lost in thought as if his soul had been overcome by his past shadows and demons. Devoured and then suddenly pulled back into very reality. Like a gust of wind jumped inside of you and traded your very breathe for a lifetime of spiteful commentary. That is why speaking to him had always been slightly transparent in a way. Like we were standing on the opposite side of French doors peering in on a humid summer day (me sipping the glorious elements of a fruitful sangria of course). The other had just as much fun as the one looking in, so it seemed safe to always be peeking in, mocking each other sarcastically through this glorified glass that we created for ourselves. It might be interesting to see which one of us imagined ourselves on the outside of that glass. To me, I am on the outside which is what makes this so completely ironic.
Ultimately the emotions, the drama, the tears, and then the prolonged series of anger and inevitable revenge; using anybody, anything, any place to achieve that goal. If only he could put that energy into something useful. I always thought he would make an amazing politician. If only he possessed the people skills. If only he could understand that this is not something I wanted but is now something I must do. The comments will come. Oh they will come and be fierce like a fire that knows no limits or know no weakness. A fire that wants to spread and destroy everything in its path until there is nothing. I don't want that but every way I can imagine there is no solution that does not involve destruction.
I sighed and then looked up. The sun was beginning to set. Such beauty but not even close to the sunsets we witnessed together. The light was so bright and reflected off the water and what seemed to be symmetrical works of art. Just slightly adrift above the water I could what looked to be the shadows of distant swans drifting further away from my vision but nevertheless still together. Above them the beautiful horizon crystalizing, and above that the mountain peeks intimidated all who dared lay eyes on its handsome boundries. So sharp, so wide. I imagined climbing those beastly summits and imagined how cold it might feel. A chill ran down my spine and then I thought about how my feet ached from the tremendous hill I climbed. I know Marik would never find me here and even if he did he'd refuse to climb it due to laziness . The dirt latched onto my sneakers dry and lifeless and just as I noticed the sun had reached its highest point. The brightest orange I had ever seen in my entire life and yet I was alone but felt like the luckiest man in the world. It appeared to be king. A king to all it touched which was the entire world. What great power but as its reign was now present it also must end for a great king must always die. It wasn't until then that I finally remembered why I walked all this way and conquered this very elevation. I still had some time before the day closed. Its been three days. Three days of inventing conversations that never actually happened. Three days of procrastinating the inevitable blow up. I can just hear Marik now, "You didn't even try but you didn't even try". Just then I looked. The sun's reign had drooped over the trees creating a great shadow beyond everything beneath me. The swans had vanished and the horizon decrystalized. Then a clear voice cut through the sharper rocks just beneath me.
"What are you doing"
I heard it but ignored it. An owl echoed in the distance.
Who-Who-WhoWho
It was marvelous. I could see its wingspan spread wide into the eyes of the drooping sun. The king was falling slowly and soon would end; until tomorrow. Just then I heard the voice again. This time it screamed my name.
"BAKURA"
Marik had found me. Though I still wasn't worried. A touch of confidence had gathered inside of me and I was feeling brave. Could it now be my turn to rule over all the light touches. I pondered with the greatest grin that quickly vanished knowing I'd have to eventually now climb down in the pitch-black night sky with a lack of stars lighting my very way. I answered Marik cunningly,
"Come up here and see for yourself"
I knew he never would but entertained putting the physical message into Marik's thoughts. He swiftly answered,
"By the time I get myself up there it will be morning and my eggs won't be ready."
I laughed at this. So many things. Entertained that Marik thinks he can climb this very beast of a landscape and chuckling at the notion that I'm the one that makes the eggs each morning. Alas I decided to come down and to my surprise only stumbling three times. We walked home cheerfully. We shared stories like each night. I wanted to cherish this companionship. It could very well be one of the last we both have of each other. Memories for two. At last when we got home I took my last breath and began to tell him. And at this hour there was no going back. I grasped the letter that was tucked into my back jeans pocket, gulped, and looked down at my shoes. The dry lifeless dirt had withered off on the walk home. Suddenly I began,
"Marik I have some news your not going to like"
He began staring at me with the most focus I've ever seen from him. His eyes wide like a deer being cornered by a hunter. I realized I was that hunter and that this would most definitely break his very soul. I opened the letter and began to read aloud:
Dear Mr. Bakura,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins September 1st. We await your owl no later than July 31st.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
The silence was unbearable. It was only really a few seconds but then we had lost all eye contact. He turned completely and I could feel my saliva drying up so quickly leaving a foul taste in my mouth. The confrontation I was dreading for three days was here. To my surprise he calmly responded,
"But you didn't even try"
I began to respond and was interrupted.
"I applied so many months ago there must be some kind of mistake."
I tried to respond again to find that I was yet again interrupted this time with much yelling.
"You don't even care how the bloody hell do you get accepted to bloody Hogwarts without even trying. It doesn't make any sense!"
This time I paused to let him finish. There was another uncomfortable two seconds of awkward silence until Marik wailed,
"DUMBLE-WHORE
This was the beginning of the ultimate destruction of all muggle society as we knew it. This time I responded quickly and confidently,
"I don't think it's a school that normally is applied to but more so is a selection based on witchery and wizardry potential. Like genetics or something of that sort."
I stopped to think inside my head what I had just said. Had I been cruel? It seemed prideful almost gloating in my own narcissism. I was proud of this new part of me that I had never imagined would come. Me a wizard and Marik a muggle. Above all odds this was the day that I had come on top. Why was I so ashamed of this. Soon I will be even more powerful than Marik could ever imagine.
"Rubbish!"
Marik replied with a harsh half full glass of wine thrown at me that he apparently found the time to pour while I was thinking possibly for longer than I even thought
Marik squeeled,
"Genetics? Your hair is all white and you've barely reached your late 20's! Dumbledore is doing this on purpose you see. I warned him of the consequences of not admitting me! Bakura your being used. You're a pawn in all of this and its not fair. You can't go to Hogwarts you see. We have to take down Dumbledore. Together we will overtake him. We will overtake Hogwarts. The castle is ours! Bakuraaaaa!"
I cleared my throat at the utter nonsense I was hearing,
"Your thoughts of denial are frightening Marik. I don't want this to hurt our friendship and come between us but nevertheless I don't think blackmailing Hogwarts can actually work or the more can actually come with any positive feedback."
"I will be a wizard" screeched Marik as he began sobbing through a rollercoaster-esque pool of emotions.
I couldn't bear it anymore. I grabbed Marik and held him close. We hugged and I whispered in his ear.
"I don't know why. All that I do know is that I must now embark upon this journey without you for the first time in a long time."
Marik focused on me with those eyes again. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest racing with an unbeatable pulse. His tears were being held back. We sat by the warmth of the fire for a while. We were confident enough to sleep. Comforted by a twofold of the long sofa and the crackling sounds of the warm fire that had so happened to start on its own. We hadn't used that fireplace in years. I could sense a great magical influence within me now. A power I had never felt before growing within my very veins getting stronger by the very minute. My deep emotions for sure started that fire but when I awoke the fire was gone and so was Marik. I felt lonely. I don't know if he was ever coming back. All I knew was that I had to leave soon. Unknowingly, my journey had already begun. Even more importantly I grew concerned more with how I reacted the previous night. This pride I was never accustomed to. A side of me that was unleashed and was unknowingly held captive, prisoner within my very heart had been let go. It is now free within me and it deeply frightened me. Regardless it was late and I must leave. Yet again onto the next task of this long journey seamlessly so and unexpectedly without Marik by my side.