Yes, this is technically a re-written piece. I did a bit more research before continuing, but nevertheless, Enjoy!

Just imagine the eleven year old sweeties of our favorite characters… going to Hogwarts!!! This'll be a little difficult for me to keep these characters in character because since they're younger, they're different. But they'll basically be the same.

And there is a character, Miho Nosaka, who I actually didn't make up. She's a girl with lavender hair nicknamed "Ribbon" for the yellow ribbon she wears all the time. She's described two ways depending on the source, one being ditzy but supportive of friends, and the other as being bookish and shy. I'm going with the latter. Look on Photobucket if you want a picture of her, just type in "Miho."

Do not question into what house I put the characters. Do not question my choice of wands for them. Yes, there are more than three cores that I used, but I can use any magical creature's body part. Also, I changed a little bit of their past (and, actually, a couple of their ages. The main ones are the same, though).

Oh, and, just so you know, I figured you had to be eleven before September first to be going to Hogwarts for year one (I made an exception for Ryou Bakura, who's birthday is on September 2nd… I want them to be in the same year, after all). Because the twins were in their sixth year, and were almost seventeen, in book four (I figured they were in sixth year, because in the next book they ran away…).

For future reference, the Moon Bird (according to my magical creatures encyclopedia) was a girl who retrieved her robe of white feathers from a fisherman then flew away by dancing into the air.

Seto Kaiba, adopted at age nine, has turned eleven last October. Adoptive Father Gozaburo, age forty-two, educationally abusive to Seto. Mokuba, currently age six, is the reason Seto can live through this. Blood and lineage is unknown.

Yugi Mutou, turned eleven in early June. Grandson of Sudoruko, age unknown, who is the owner of the Game Shop, and both are wizards. His dad is a wizard, but his mom is a "Mudblood."

Anzu Mazaki, recently turned eleven, is a half-blood. Best friends with Yugi, and often stood up to Jounouchi for bullying the other wizard. Lineage is unknown.

Jounouchi Katsuya, a fellow wizard to Yugi, recently became friends with said wizard. Has been eleven for more than half a year. Sister to Shizuka, age ten, living away from her brother. Father is an abusive alcoholic, and hates wizardry despite having married a witch.

Marik Ishtar, turned eleven in late December. Moved from Egypt to Japan with sister Ishizu, now fourteen, and adoptive brother Rishid, aged 20, three years ago. A "pureblood" with his sister. Rishid's blood and lineage is unknown, but is also a wizard and has graduated from Hogwarts. Marik's exact lineage is unknown.

Ryou Bakura, age ten for two more weeks, was born in England to Japanese father and British mother, and moved to Japan five years ago. Has unusual white hair, cause unknown. A pureblood with an English mother in the Ministry and a Japanese father who's an archaeologist.

Miho Nosaka, nicknamed "Ribbon" by her peers. Is also a half-blood. Is close friends with Anzu. Lineage, blood, and birth date is unknown.

Very soon, in a matter of days, they will all get their letter. The letter that shall change their lives forever, especially for young Seto Kaiba, who never suspected such an escape from his father existed…

Harry Potter drew a picture of a cake in the dirt that was the floor of the shack the Dursleys had run to. The wood creaked, and the wind howled, blasting him with cold ocean wind. Dudley's watch beeped just as he finished drawing an "eleven" on the dirt cake.

"Make a wish," he told himself, closing his eyes. He knew what he wished for. He wanted to know what the big deal about that letter was. He reopened his stunning green eyes and blew the dirt fire out on his dirt candles.

As soon as he did that, the sound like thunder boomed at the door. Dudley jerked awake with a slight whimper, and Harry looked up. The sound boomed again, and he saw the door shake. Vernon and Petunia hurried down the steps, a shotgun in the fat man's fist. On the third shake, the door burst from its hinges and fell inwards, landing in a whack on the dirt floor.

The silhouette of a giant man stood in the doorway, his features hidden by shadow. "Sorry 'bout tha'," he said, his voice gruff but seemingly friendly. He walked in, stooping to get in the doorway, and picked up the door and forcibly put it back in its frame.

"Now," he started. "Which of yeh is 'Arry Potter?"

"Yugi!!!!" called a voice, reaching the short boy's ears barely. "Yugi! The letter's finally come!!!" Yugi had just been wakening, but the sound of Grandpa's eager voice and the promise of a letter – no, the letter – got him up immediately. He bound down the steps to the small kitchen behind the game shop's actual shop.

"Did it seriously!?" Yugi cried. "It's so late!"

"Well, the owl did have to come from England, you know," Sudoruko reminded his grandson.

"Right, right," Yugi replied mindlessly, waving Grandpa off. "Where is it?"

"Right here," said Yugi's grandpa, handing him a yellow parchment letter, the red Hogwarts wax seal still unbroken. Yugi grabbed it eagerly from his grandpa, tearing open the letter.

Yugi's grin was large as he skimmed the introduction letter. "Of course! When will we go to England, Grandpa!?"

"Soon," Grandpa told him. "We have to wait for Anzu and Miho and Jounouchi to be ready. Jounouchi's letter still hasn't arrived. It's later than yours!"

"Oh well," Yugi sighed. "Well, I can't wait! I hope that owl comes for Jou soon!!!"

"Ryou, honey, mail!" His mother's sweet, accented voice reached Bakura's ears. He was sitting at his desk, painting a picture.

"One second! I have to finish this before it dries!" he yelled back. His sweater sleeves were rolled back, and paint was all over his hands, despite his attempts to prevent that.

"But it's your Hogwarts letter! I knew it would be late! See, Hideki? I told you we should have stayed in England! I told you this day would come, and it would be all the more expensive!"

"Oh, Rosie-sweetie, stop!"

Despite the drying picture in front of Bakura, the letter inviting him to the school of witchcraft and wizardry was too exciting to wait any longer. He raced down the stairs, the paint on his fingers drying in the air. He skidded to a stop in the kitchen and snatched the letter up off of the wooden table.

He took a deep breath and carefully peeled the envelope open. His heart fluttered ecstatically when he saw the Hogwarts seal peak out from the open envelope. He slid the parchment out of its holder and read the introduction letter to himself.

"So," he asked. "When do we leave?"

Marik strode out wearily to the mailbox in the brisk morning wind. He grabbed the mail and headed back towards the townhouse he lived in. He sifted through the letters, looking at the return address and to whom it was addressed. He was almost to the door when he noticed a slightly yellow letter that stood out amongst the white junk mail. He paused, rereading the addressee. He flipped it over, and sure enough, there was the red seal.

"Sis! Sis!" Marik ran inside. His sister Ishizu was at the table reading the newspaper. She looked up when he eagerly burst through the door. "My letter came!! Now I can finally go with you to the special school!" Ishizu smiled sweetly to her little brother.

"That's great, Marik," she congratulated. "We can head to England next week with Rishid for our supplies." She put a hand on the blond head of her brother. "Are you ready for this?" Marik nodded eagerly, his wide grin as bright as the sun. "Good. Start thinking about what you want to bring to Hogwarts. Why don't you bring your cat? Rishid bought me an owl, but there's no need for two, and I know how much you adore Frostcloud." Frostcloud was a ragdoll cat with long, soft white fur and gray paws and muzzle. Her eyes were a deep sky blue, and loved to be held and stroked, as ragdoll cats do.

"Okay!" Marik said energetically. "I will be totally prepared!"

The giant man introduced himself as Hagrid, and had led Harry to London and the Leaky Cauldron. Having done a good job shopping, they were taking a rest at a table to eat hot porridge.

"So, why exactly am I so famous?" Harry asked. "Why does everyone know my name?"

"Well, it has somethin' to do with yer past," Hagrid started warily and slowly. "It's all because you survived an attack from Vol… Vol…"

"Maybe you can write it down?" Harry suggested.

"Nah, I can't spell it," Hagrid dismissed. "Alright, listen closely because I'm only going to say it once." The giant man lowered his voice, and the boy with the strange scar leaned in. "Voldemort."

"Voldemort?" Harry repeated, only for Hagrid to shush him.

"Don't say it out loud, that name is bad luck," the half-giant quickly explained. "Or, at least, people believe that. Okay, so here's the story. You-Know-Who was a killin' machine ten years ago. Now, he was goin' to kill yeh too, but fer some reason, the Killin' Curse he used backfired. You are the only person ever to survive the killing curse."

"Thus, 'The Boy Who Lived,'" Harry concluded. Hagrid nodded.

"Well, yer stuff is safely in yer room, so why don' we go get you yer wand?"

Anzu tapped her foot impatiently as she listened to the phone ring on the other side of the line. She was calling Jou to see if his letter had come yet, since Yugi's did.

His father picked up. "Who is it," he demanded rudely.

"Um… It's Mazaki Anzu, is Katsu–"

"Go away, you fucking witch."

Anzu lurched away from the receiver as Jou's dad slammed down the phone. "How rude," she muttered before typing another number into the phone. She was oh-so-glad that Jounouchi had a cell phone…

"Hello?"

"Jounouchi," Anzu said right away, "has your letter come yet?"

"Dunno. Haven't seen the mail."

"Well, when you do, call Yugi so that we can get ready to go to London."

She heard him yawn at the other end, and she frowned. He was probably asleep up until now. "'Kay," he said.

Before he hung up, Anzu added, "Oh, and you should probably get on a better sleeping schedule. This is a school."

"Whatever," Jou answered, and hung up without another word.

"Mokuba, go get the mail," Gozaburo Kaiba ordered. The small black-haired boy nodded quickly and ran out of the room. "Now, back to business. Seto, two trains start at the same place, and leave at nine o'clock. One heads east at fifteen kilometers per hour, the other heads north at twenty kilometers per hour. How far apart are they at noon?"

Seto paused for three seconds, before answering, "Seventy-five kilometers." Gozaburo smiled with the only smile he had: evil.

"Correct, m'boy," the CEO said. "To continue. If two trains are heading towards each other from opposite ends of a two-hundred-and-five kilometer track and one is going twenty-two kilometers per hour and the other is going thirty-seven kilometers per hour, when will they collide?"

When Seto took too long to answer – he wasn't allowed to write anything down, either – Gozaburo took his ruler and smashed it onto his adoptive son's hand. Seto yelped in surprise and sudden pain, jerking his hand back.

"You took to long!" Gozaburo yelled. "Try again!"

All the meanwhile, Mokuba had collected the mail by this time. He was standing outside the door to the library in which his elder brother was "studying." He had looked through all of the letters in the pile of seventeen he was carrying. Most of the letters were address to Gozaburo as the CEO of KaibaCorp. However, one was of parchment, and was addressed to Seto. Now, while Mokuba was no where near as smart as Seto was currently, he had enough common sense that if Gozaburo saw this yellowish letter with the red seal, he wouldn't be happy.

Another whimper of pain from Seto as he answered a problem too slowly echoed hollowly in Mokuba's ears. Mokuba knew he had to get this letter to Seto, but couldn't let Gozaburo see it also. Thinking quickly, Mokuba shoved the letter in his back pocket where it was hidden by his red jacket. Then, he took the rest of the letters and went inside to give them to the current CEO.

Seto knew something strange was waiting for him when Mokuba winked secretly at him. He forced himself through another grueling day of studying, and waited in his room for Mokuba to arrive with whatever secret he was carrying.

His little brother soon arrived from the adjoining room and handed Seto the letter.

"What's this?" he asked, studying the strange wax seal. It looked like it was a shield with a badger, a lion, a raven, and a snake crowded around the letter H.

"I dunno," Mokuba answered. "It came in today's mail, and I didn't want him to see it." By him, he meant Gozaburo, of course.

Seto nodded slowly. He moved his graceful fingers to the wax and gently lifted it, the seal popping off like a suction cup. He lifted the papers out of it. One was the size of a normal computer paper, but the other was folded multiple times to fit inside the envelope. Seto read the first letter out loud.

Dear Mr. Seto Kaiba,

You have been invited to attend the Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Should you choose to accept, the train leaves at nine thirty on the first of September off of Platform 9¾ at King's Cross station in London. On the other letter is the list of supplies you will need.

……………

Sincerely,

Professor Minerva McGonagall.

The rest of the letter was explaining all what Hogwarts did, and everything, but Seto skipped over it for now.

"So this letter wants me to go to London, now?" he scowled. "Who'd play such a stupid trick on me!"

"Seto, I don't think it's a trick…" Mokuba said meekly. "It seems pretty cool, and it would be an escape from him, if only temporarily…"

Seto didn't reply right away. This school did seem interesting, and he'd like to get away from Gozaburo, even if only for a school year. "I suppose, but how am I going to get to London?"

Harry had by now gotten his wand of Holly and Phoenix feather and was now staying at the Leaky Cauldron until September first. There was a heavy knocking at his door, and he opened it. Hagrid stooped inside, and Harry greeted him.

"What's happening, Hagrid?"

"Well, Harry, there's been a little problem with one o' the students that will be your feller peers. I'm gonna go pick him up like I did with you. You can be on yer own for a couple days, can' yeh?"

"Yeah, I suppose… Be back soon."

"I will."

The sound of a motorcycle woke up Seto that night. It was ridiculously close, and, being a light sleeper, he was jolted awake. He looked out his window to the front yard and saw a bright light on the grass. He squinted, but he couldn't make out anything behind the light, and it went out a few seconds later anyway.

Seto bounced out of his bed and slipped out of his room, treading softly but quickly on the carpet in the hall as to not make any noise. He opened the front door just as a gigantic man was about to knock. He put a finger to his lips.

"Don't knock," he whispered, "or you'll wake Gozaburo."

"Ah, sorry," said the man. "The name's Rubeus Hagrid. Are you Mr. Seto Kaiba?"

"Yeah, that's me," Seto replied warily. "What do you want, Mr. Hagrid?"

"Jus' call me Hagrid. I'm here to pick you up to go ter Hogwarts!"

Seto's eyes narrowed – exactly the opposite of what a child would do if surprised. "So that wasn't just a joke?"

"Nope, 'fraid not," Hagrid chuckled. "You comin' or not?"

"Well, I have to pack…" Seto trailed. "I didn't think anyone would come for me…"

"Ah, go righ' ahead, Seto," Hagrid agreed. "I'll wait outside. Say any goodbyes you want to, too."

Seto quietly closed the door with a click, and ran back upstairs to pack. On the way to his room, he passed Mokuba's door. He slowly opened the door and watched his brother sleep for a while before entering the room. He shook Mokuba awake.

"Seto? Whazzgoinon?" Mokuba asked sleepily.

"You remember that letter?" Mokuba nodded. "Well, a guy's come to pick me up and help me go there!"

"You're leaving me?" Mokuba said, a little tearful. "With him?"

"Be brave," Seto encouraged. "I'll be gone for a few months. I'll write, though, and I'll tell you everything I'm doing."

"Okay… what about him?"

"He'll have to deal with losing me for a school year. I've gotta go, now, Mokuba. Bye…" Mokuba reached up with his small arms, and the two brothers embraced. Seto messed Mokuba's hair before creeping back to his room. He threw ten outfits into his trunk, along with an extra pair of sneakers and toiletries. In a knapsack-like bag, he packed a money purse of… well, a lot of yen that he had nicked from Gozaburo's own purse… and also the letter and a couple pictures of family (aka of Mokuba) and a bag of marbles, among other trinkets he favored. He thought for a moment, and then threw a couple books into his trunk, too.

Once packed, he carried his stuff down to Hagrid, who strapped it to his motorcycle.

"All set, then?" Hagrid asked. Seto nodded. "Well then hop on! I'll tell yeh a secret. This bike can fly."

Hope you enjoyed! Yeah, I didn't edit this chapter ALL that much, 'cause I thought it was pretty good on its own. Please read and review (even if you read the previous edition)! Cheers!