A/N: Bored one day, decided to write this!

MagikalMayhem out~

FULL Summary- The "Hikari Brothers" were orphaned at a young age and met in an orphanage in Japan. The "Yami Brothers" are also orphaned at a young age-in Egypt. These six boys get invitations to attend Hogwarts, despite not living in Europe. They meet new friends, develop crushes, and together they investigate the mysterious deaths of their parents.

Warning: Contains YAOI, Wrong BWL! TWIN!Harry, DarkDumbledore!Anzu!Ginny!Ron!Harry'sTwin!Harry'sParents! Bashing.

Pairings- Pairings will eventually include; Yami(Atemu)xYuugi, MarikuxMalik, YamiBakura(Akefia)xRyou, SetoxJou, DracoxHarry, SiriusxRemus, JamesxLily, NevillexLuna, OtogixHonda.

Disclaimer- I own absolutely nothing except the house all the important characters get sorted into.

-Chapter 1-

"Don't worry, Ryou. I am taking you somewhere where you'll be safe from all harm. I won't let you end up like your parents."

The crying white-haired child sniffled and looked up at the old man. The child, Ryou, stood in front of three graves; his parents and his sister. "Where we go?" he asked quietly, the tone so innocent none but another four year old could mimic it.

The old man picked young Ryou up. "I'm taking you to Japan, away from the war raging here. I will come to bring you back when all is safe in Europe. I promise."

"I'm sorry, Yuugi, he won't wake up."

"Jii-san! Jii-san!" The spiky-haired child cried, shaking his grandfather. The child, around five years old, had lost his mother and father just a few months earlier in a plane crash. Yuugi was sent to live with his grandfather, as his only living relative, and now even he was gone.

"Don't worry, Yuugi. The ambulance is on the way, and I'll take you somewhere safer than here, where no one will touch you. You'll be completely protected from the outside world."

"Mom and Dad aren't coming home, are they? Where's Ishizu?"

The old man frowned. The child was speaking so clearly, carefully, for a five year old. His parents must have had him trained, he decided. That was good.

"No, I'm afraid they're not, nor is Ishizu."

"Then where will I go?" The child, Malik, looked down. Whether it was to hide his tears or with worry, the old man couldn't tell.

"I'm taking you to an orphanage in Japan, where you won't be reminded of your loss everywhere you look."

"But I like Egypt."

"I know, but its for your own good."

"Alright..."

"Akefia, your parents were killed during a raid," the old man told the dark-skinned, white-haired child. The child raised his reddish-brown eyes to meet old blue ones.

"I see. You're taking me away."

"For your own good." He was struck by how grown-up the five year old sounded. Then again, this was the son of murderous thieves. There was no telling what kind of horrors he'd seen inside that house. "You'll be staying in Egypt."

Akefia nodded in understanding and, glancing aside, asked, "Can I bring anything with me?"

"Of course, Akefia."

"Atemu, they aren't coming home."

"Yes they are! Yes they are! They have to!" the child, five, shouted, tears running down his cheeks. "They have to..."

"I'm sorry. They were killed by assassins. They had been expecting it. Before dying, they had asked that if anything happened to you, that I take you to a Cairo orphanage. You'll be safe there."

Atemu sniffled. "Promise?"

"Of course."

"Marik?"

"Mariku."

"Sorry, Mariku. I have some bad news for you. Your parents-"

"Are dead. I know. I saw it happen," the child deadpanned. "From the kitchen closet. G-green light. Mother screamed. F-Father d-d-did it. I know he did. H-he killed himself after killing M-Mother."

"No, Mariku. Your father didn't do it, I promise you.

"I saw her die! It had to be him! He always hated us!"

The old man knelt down and placed a comforting hand on the child's shoulder. "Your father didn't do it," he repeated. "This I promise."

Mariku looked at the old man, and for just a moment he could see the child for what he was- and young, naiive child who still needed someone to be there for him. "R-really?"

"Yes. Your father was a victim in this as well." He hesitated. "Mariku, will you come with me, to Cairo?"

"Why go to Cairo?"

"There is an orphanage there. There are other young boys such as yourself. You'd get along with them. They also recently lost their parents. Maybe you can all help each other heal. You'll be safe."

"... Promise?"

"Always."

-Six Years Later-

"Yuug! Get your lapdog off me!"

Yuugi looked up to see his friend, Jou, with a lapful of Malik. Malik grinned and started tickling Jou, who started squirming and laughing. "Malik, leave Jou alone!" Yuugi laughed. "Or else I'll sic Ryou and Honda on you."

Malik grinned again and rolled off of Jou's lap.

Jou lightly kicked Malik. "You Hikari brothers are so crazy," he commented, watching as Malik hopped on the couch between Ryou and Yuugi, throwing his arms around their shoulders.

"So? You and Honda are just as crazy," Yuugi pointed out.

Jou had come to the orphanage a few years back, when they were all seven. His father was killed in a bar fight at about the same time his mother and sister were in a car crash. His sister, Shizuka, survived the crash but she was still in the hospital, in a coma. Jou had never figured out who the kind soul paying for the bills was.

Honda, they honestly had no idea what happened to his parents. When asked he told them simply that he couldn't remember, he was asleep.

Their other friend, Anzu, was always on and on about friendship and loyalty. She wasn't an orphan, but she lived there as her family owned the orphanage.

All of them were outcast by the rest of the orphanage for one reason or another. Yuugi was made fun of for being so small and emotional and studious; Ryou because he honestly looked like a girl; Malik because he was honestly a bit insane if you asked anyone but him; Jou because of his strange American accent despite living in Japan his entire life; Honda because he was so secretive about his past; and Anzu because everyone else found her annoying.

It didn't help that around them all-except Anzu- strange things happened.

"You boys are so silly!" Anzu laughed, shaking her head with a small fond smile on her face. For an eleven year old, she was already very pretty and had boys looking, but her upbeat personality kept all potential future boyfriends away. "Anyway, Mom wants to see you five. You got mail!"

The Hikari Brothers all exchanged glances while Honda and Jou exchanged a glance. Who would be sending them mail? They all stood up and left the living room they were in, one of five living rooms.

The five "brothers" went into the kitchen, where Anzu's mother was waiting, a small smile on her face. She handed them each the letters, which detailed their exact location. "So exciting! He told me they would come, but I wasn't sure they would."

"What? What would come?" Ryou asked, his voice as soft as ever.

"Your Hogwarts letters! You're all wizards!" She smiled. "My cousin was a wizard too. He attended Hogwarts and he said they were the best years of his life! Shame I couldn't go. I'm not a witch."

Anzu watched from the doorway as her mother smiled fondly at the boys. She clapped excitedly. "Oh, I knew there was something different about you five!"

"Why isn't there one for Anzu?" Honda asked, obviously believing this to be a trick.

"She's not a witch," Anzu's mother answered, looping an arm around her daughter's shoulders. "Dumbledore told me when he came the letters would only be for you five. All of you need to write your acceptance letters now! Professors," she checked a note given to herself, "Black and Potter will be here to take you to... some magical alley." She smiled. "Professor Potter will be bringing his son, too! He's a first year, just like you."

-Meanwhile, in Cairo-

"I swear, Mariku, I will wring your neck!"

"Not if I wring yours first!"

"Guys, calm down! It was just a chocolate! We can always buy more!"

"But Atemu, it was my chocolate!"

"Akefia, it was up for the grabs!"

"It was mine!"

"It didn't-"

"Will you three shut up?" a calm voice from the doorway asked. They looked to see a familiar brunette standing in the doorway. Seto. He was born in Japan, though he and his brother Mokuba came to live in Cairo after their parents mysteriously "went missing". Seto was twelve and spoke like a twenty-year-old. They only ever saw him at holidays and during the summer, as he was away at a prestigious private school in Europe. No one ever told the "Yami Brothers" where their "honorary Yami" went to school.

"Seto!" Atemu smiled brightly at his friend. "Can you help me get these dogs off each other?"

"We're not dogs!"

"Of course, Atemu."

"Hey!" They turned and looked at their other Japanese friend, Otogi, who had just turned eleven that day. "Who ate the last cupcake?!"

Otogi had been found by an old man on the streets, and was brought to Cairo just a year before. He said his parents were killed in a car crash, but no one believed him.

"Mariku ate it," Akefia growled, glaring at Mariku. "And it was my cupcake anyway!"

"No way, it was mine!" Mariku countered.

"No, it's my birthday, so it was mine!" Otogi chimed in. Atemu and Seto scowled.

"Stop it!" Seto commanded.

"You all look like dogs!" Atemu added.

After a little more scuffle, Akefia and Mariku made up to team against Otogi, who then decided it wasn't worth the effort.

"You're all so ridiculous. Even I'm more mature than you all!" They all turned to look at the blonde girl with pigtails.

Rebecca Hopkins, a spiteful little girl of 8, was the granddaughter of the orphanage owner. She hated the five boys with all her might, calling them freaks. She was especially hateful of Seto, though apparently she was forbidden to tell why.

"Go away, Rebecca, the big kids are playing," Mariku teased, sticking his tongue out at her.

"Oh please, I wouldn't be here without a reason!" she scoffed. "Grandpa wants to see you all right away." With that, she turned on her heel and marched out.

"I hate that little witch," Akefia growled, though he stood up off the chair he was on and stalked after her. The other four followed.

"Finally," Seto sighed. "I was wondering if they would ever come."

"What?"

"Our letters."

"Letters?" Otogi looked at Seto curiously.

"To Hogwarts," he said quietly, mysteriously. "The school I attend."

"What?"

The "Yami Brothers" started running to the kitchen while Otogi gaped at Seto. "Really? We're going to your school?"

"Yes. I believe Professor Snape and Master Lucious are taking us to Diagon Alley day after tomorrow."

-TBC-