Another YGO/HP crossover...haha. This one is not as dramatic but a bit more darker because the characters are all grown up! XD There will be more to this, I promise, it just has to be more eventual than my other YGO / HP cross.
It's sort of a side story with OotP. There will be a few alternations here and there about the OotP and sort, but not too much. Enjoy!
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Chapter One
A man stood outside the castle doors, his long, spiky hair ruffling slightly in the wind, casting random colors of red, blond and black as the morning sun began to peak from the stormy weather. Small pellets of raindrops lightly decended onto his slim frame, and as the rays of the morn sun began to fill the surrounding moor, the raindrops ceased. The man blinked his sharp, narrow eyes once, and folded his arms across his chest, his pelvis sticking out and his back leaning backwards, in an obvious, mildly-arrogant, confidence posture.
"Professor Motou?" inquired a voice.
The man turned around and was face to face with another colleague, one with long, silvery beard and hair, perching half-moon glasses on his twice-crookedly-like nose, by the name of the infamous Albus Dumbledore.
"You will be taking our occupation in Care of Magical Creatures, then?" smiled the Headmaster.
The Headmaster blinked suddenly at the man's sudden change. Before inquiring, the man was obviously had an aura of confidence and mild arrogance, but now the man before him looked much younger, more kind, and much more childish.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore," replied Yugi, smiling. "It's more than my pleasure to work here."
Yugi Motou, now at age 19, still looked as though he was an average sixteen year old. Then again, when he was sixteen, he had looked younger than ten. Within yet another month, he'd be twenty, but he doubted he'd look any different. His eyes, once large and innocent, were now slightly angled and looked more determined. His hair was longer, and the middle strand of his golden bangs was longer, and his thin frame was now slighty taller. Proudly, he did not look like a child any more, though his presence was still renescient of one.
"It might be possible," smiled Dumbledore, "that in the middle of the year, we may need to replace you with someone else. This is ony temporary. Are you sure?"
Yugi nodded and shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I can stay here as long as you need me, Professor," he said modestly.
"Then you will stay," the Headmaster said, smiling firmly. "Even if your predecessor returns, you will always have a room and office here among Hogwarts. It wouldn't be safe for you to live out in the wizarding world alone by yourself."
Yugi smiled. "I assure you, Professor, that I am never alone."
The Headmaster nodded. "Be that as it may be, I still insist that you stay here at Hogwarts. You've had encounters with the Dark Lord, have you not?"
Yugi winced. Yes, he did... of course he did. Now that the Dark Lord was back, who didn't? Yugi himself had nearly lost a friend in the hands of one of the Death Eaters when he had no idea of the wizarding world. As a muggle he wasn't safe. What place would be better than Hogwarts itself?
"Thank you, Professor," he said, smiling gratefully.
"It is not a problem," assured the Headmaster.
There was a serene silence between them.
"Hurry in," said Dumbledore, turning slightly towards the great oak doors. "It must be freezing for you to be here so early. I myself don't mind, but with your personal....attire," he said, eyeing the sleeveless black shirt that Yugi was wearing, "I'd daresay if you don't go in soon, you might die of pneumonia."
"I won't."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Professor. I like the morning. And the day."
Dumbledore smiled. "Alright. I'll be heading in." With that, he swept around and glided through the oak doors, and disappeared.
Yugi stared among his surroundings...shadows of day-light friendly stores and shopes stood and casted across the cobble road, making the street look rather dark. But it was more of a peaceful dark. Not a menacing one.
Shivering slightly in the cold, Yugi wrapped his cloak around him. The dark shadows of the village beckoned him, reaching out, almost eagerly, straining to envelope him in their grasp. Yugi purged on forward into the village of Hogsmeade, past the friendly shops, the twinkling lights, the closed merchandise, until he managed to reach the end of the street, where there was a small dirt road.
/Aibou...?/
/Yeah..?/
The spirit of the ex pharaoh arched an eyebrow. /I could continue, if you want. I don't mind the cold as much./
/I'm fine,/ assured Yugi, but shuddered all the same. He wasn't quite used to England weather.
/I'll take over,/ decided the dark firmly as he then exchanged places. /I don't want you catching pnuemonia before your .../ The darker half smirked. /...rather interesting occupation, aibou./
/It's just being a professor,/ smiled Yugi. /It's nothing big./
Yami nodded, still smirking. He scanned his surroundings with a seemingly vague interest.
/Now....where to, aibou.....?/
/Hog's Head/ replied Yugi promptly, still shivering. The darker half began to saunter off in one direction, his long legs striding prominently.
The spirit almost immediately arrived at the said bar; he stared at the creakily swaying sign disapprovingly before opening the wooden door with a casual, yet dramatic, flourish.
"Mister Hagrid?" he called.
A man with broad shoulders, short snowy crops of spikey hair, was hunched at the bar, his brown eyes gleaming dangerously as he drowned his small cups of firewhiskey.
"Another Firewhiskey?" asked the bartender wheezily. "I do believe you've had enough Mr..."
"I will tell you when I've had enough," interrupted the man cuttingly. "And right now I've had enough of your incompetence. Another, please."
The bartender backed away slightly before making a rather impatient gesture to the man's attitude before ducking out of sight for another bottle.
The man was wearing a dark black cloak of sorts, with a white border down where its buttons should be. Its beige hood was covering much of his snowy locks, that framed his face and hid his scar from view. The scar was what the bartender found most mysterious from the foreigner. The cut began right underneathe the man's right eye and trailed down his cheek, with two horizontal slashes adjacent to it. It gleamed pearly white against the shadows of his attire.
/Yami...?/ asked a voice tentatively.
/What is it?/ snarled the man in return.
/It's just.../
/Night time is my time, hikari,/ responded the man aggresively. /Back off./
The soft voice in his head sighed sadly and ceased.
"Sir," said the bartender loudly as he handed the man another bottle of Firewhiskey. "I'm sorry, but I never got your name."
"You don't need to know it," replied the man, beginning to smirk as he lounged back in his chair, baring his handsome chest through his open shirt. "But...you could address me, if you wish, as the Theif King."
"The Thief King?" repeated the bartender dully. "Sure...okay, fine. Thief King."
The man leaned forward again, his eyes glinting maliciously.
"Be careful of how you say it," he hissed. "His Majesty just might curse you if you do not give it the proper respect it deserves." He drowned down another cup of the smoking liqour.
"Haha," said the bartender dryly. "What respect? Generally I don't have many customers worthy of respect here."
"Respect, as in you do as I say without question," responded the theif, laughing lowly. "And I say another firewhiskey." He banged his cup down on the wooden table with an acknowleging thud. "Now."
The bartender bristled indignantly. "I've pratically gave you my entire stock!"
"Now now," smirked the man, waggling a finger. "You don't want to disappoint the Theif King, do you, or you might be cursed."
The bartender finally had enough. He irratibly slammed his fist down and glared at the customer, who was now also slightly glowering.
"You have not even paid me yet," he said, making an ugly face. "Get out."
The man stared back at him, an amused look flickering though his chocolate eyes. He abruptly stood up, knocking the glass onto the ground, causing it to shatter dully as it made impact with the maured floor.
"You have been warned," he said smoothly as he left. He swiftly turned away, past the dirty glasses, past the cash register, and past the cloakroom. When the man had disappeared out of sight, the bartender unclenched his hands and hurried to the cash register.
It was empty.
Left behind was a simple card, a plastic card, old and worn between the ages. It beheld a beatiful semi angel-demon hybrid, holding a heart between her hands. Scrawled upon it, which looked horribly like blood, was :
"Change of Heart; Theif King."
"Hey," said the groundskeeper gruffly. "Watcha lookin' at?"
Hagrid eyed his new substitute intensely. The man had not shown his face, though beneath that hood was a pair of deep crimon eyes and a strand of an angular blonde bang. The stranger was so dark and so...intense. The man seemed to possess a high regal attitude, a mildly arrogant smirk and the most stern and serious demeanor.
But now those crimson eyes were narrowed suspiciously as the man was eyeing something that Hagrid could not make out.
"Er...sorry, mate, but I never got yer name," said Hagrid, tapping the man's shoulder from across the table. "Yeh're sure Dumbledore knows yeh?"
"I have already stated before," replied the man, almost distantly as he stared at the particular nothingness. "That Professor Dumbledore indeed requested that I teach your class. I myself am highly experienced when it comes to breeds of the magical animal kingdom. I have dealt with some that is quite possible that you have never seen, but that is no insult to your occupation, Mr. Hagrid."
"No, no, not at all," assured Hagrid, his eyes gleaming excitedly. "Er...wha sort of animals are yeh talkin' about, though? Any that I could see?"
The man shrugged. "Do you like dragons?"
"Yeah," breathed Hagrid, looking slightly disappointed that he couldn't have a chance to see the dragon properly before he left. "Yeh're goin' to show the students dragons t'is 'ear?"
"If they are capable of it," responded the man sternly. "I will not allow them to handle anything that might be precarious to their health."
"Oh...eh...," said Hagrid, sighing. The man was even more extreme than he was! "So yeh're sure yeh going to be fine?"
"Of course," assured the man, beginning to stand. He quickly finished his Butterbeer. Hagrid caught a glimpse of a leather-adorned hand and the gold of a prominent pendant against the man's chest. "Excuse me, Mr. Hagrid. I must leave; there are other matters I must attend to."
"Oh yeh...sure..." Hagrid quickly stood up too and quickly shook the man's hand. "It's been a great time meeting with you Mr...?"
"Motou," replied the man smoothly, beginning to smile slightly. He gave Hagrid a very Aisan bow before brushing past him, his cloak billowing dramatically in the wind-less bar.
/Yami!/
/What is it now ahou?/ snarled Bakura as he ran a hand through the coins in his bag.
/Er.../ Ryou's mind voice was beginning to fade feebly. /Do you...think...that maybe...I can have my body back?/
/Why?/ asked Bakura, his voice low./Want to sell me out, hikari?/
/No!/ cried Ryou, looking thoroughly shocked. /It's just...that...Yugi.../
/What?!/
Bakura whipped around, his black cloak flicking sharply.
Che, he swore. Hastily he looked about to see if there was any place to hide (usually there was) but it was obvious that it wasn't Yugi that was in control, for the silouhette had immediately appeared next to the tomb robber without so much as a inquirement. He grudgingly retrieved back into his soul room, allowing poor Ryou to gain control
"Ah...." Ryou quickly stuffed his duffel bag of coins over his shoulder, a pink tinge slowly flushing across the bridge of his nose.
"Bakura...is that you?" asked the silouhette, his low, rich voice echoing.
"Er...no," said Ryou hastily. "It's me...Ryou."
"Oh," said the man, looking slightly more relieved and certainly a lot more approachable. "That's certainly...well, it's of no concern at the moment. What are you doing here Ryou?"
"Oh....ah..." Ryou sheepishly scratched his head. "Nothing..."
Yami gave a slight smile. "Bakura was in control before, was he not? I saw him...however, that was not my actual concern. I was wondering what were you doing in the wizarding world."
Ryou smiled. "I'm working here," he explained. One eyebrow began to raise into the golden angular bangs as Yami gave the hikari a rather cynical look.
"Here?" He gestured to the dingy darkness of the bar. Ryou blushed even more.
"No no," he said hastily. "No...I'm working in the Ministry."
Yami's eyes widened. "The Ministry of Magic? That's extordinary! Congratulations, Ryou."
"Yeah...heh heh," laughed Ryou modestly. "But I'm just a Junior though...I'm just wandering around, doing small things, running errands..."
"Are you sure it's quite wise to have Bakura in the Ministry?" asked Yami, giving the white haired boy yet another cynical look.
"I know I know," sighed Ryou. "I suppose not, but it was the only way to make money in the wizarding world. I don't trust my yami with normal humans who can't defend themselves."
"Nor would I," smiled Yami. "Come...we must talk..."
Ryou smiled. "Would you like to visit?"
Yami smiled. "I am sure Yuugi would love to....since he is quite eager to regain control."
The white haired hikari beamed as the transformation took place. Yugi grinned as he followed Ryou out of the bar and into the night.