Title : A new life
Author : Marjon
Rating : PG-13
Pairing : Who knows... Or BakuraxRyou or MalikxBakura
Warnings : If you don't like YGO (what the hell are you doing here then actually), Harry Potter, the fact that Sirius is still alive or my anything else in my plot, don't read further and go back!
Summary : YGO-HP cross-over. Ryou wakes up in a world he doesn't know. He doesn't now who he is or was. He starts a new life, but with a lot of questions. Bakura and Malik are searching for him, but will they ever find him? Will Ryou got to know who he truely is?
Disclaimer : I don't own YGO, I don't own HP, all I own is my plot. So, don't you dare sue-ing me!
AN : My first YGO-HP cross-over ever, so don't be too hard on me! I hope you all like it, and now, read on and please leave a review behind!
A new life
By Marjon
Chapter one
Black. Darkness. Nothing.
What the hell is wrong with me? Where am I? What am I doing in, whereever I might be?
Questions, questions, questions. And never answers.
Slowly I tried to open my eyes. A bright light shone and I had to blink a few times before I finally could see anything.
Where am I?
I looked around and saw I laid in some kind of a room. On a large bed. The room was quite small, but maybe that was just what I thought.
Who am I?
The thought suddenly came in my mind. I had no idea how it came there, all I knew was that I could not answer it. Why not? How can you not know who you are?
I thought deeply, and tried to remember anything. But all I remembered was darkness. Just darkness.
It scared me. Why couldn't I remember anything? Why didn't I know who I was? All these thoughts made me even more scared. I put up my legs towards my chest and put my arms around me.
Suddenly I realized I didn't even know how I looked like. I looked around in the room and I saw in one of the corners a mirror. Slowly I stood up from the bed and walked over towards the mirror.
The floor was cold and made me shiver. But at the moment I didn't really cared. All I wanted to know was; how did I look like?
Maybe two feet away from the mirror I stopped. What if I was really ugly? What if-
No. I couldn't stay thinking like that. I needed to see myself. I just needed. I took a few deep breaths and walked the last two feet towards the large mirror.
When I looked in it I was shocked. A teen, a white-haired teen looked at me. Brown orbs stared back at me. A teen, not older then seventeen year, maybe sixteen, looked from the mirror back at me. He had a pale skin, as if he had never been much in the sun. His hair looked like a bunch of snow. I wore a golden thing around my neck, not sure what it was, but it looked quite cool.
I looked quite cool, if I can say that about myself. I didn't look that bad at all. Especially my hair, it looked quite nice. And of course the 'ring' around my neck.
I stared at the image in the mirror for quite a few more minutes, before my attention got to something else. Where was I? How did I came here? And of course, how can I get out of here?
Thankfully I still wore my normal (I didn't knew if they were normal) clothes, and not some pyjama's or something else like that. With a quick glance through the room I saw a door in an other corner of the room, not far away from the bed I had been on when I woke up.
I quickly walked over towards the door, again hesitating. What would I see when I opened the door? Who would I see? Hm... maybe someone could then finally answer some of my questions!
After another moment of hesitation, I finally opened the door. I saw no one, so I had to wait with all my questions. I walked into the room, which was quite large. One side of the room was full of bookcases, which were also full of books, books and books.
There was also a large table in the middle of the room, with quite a few chairs around it. I looked around to see what else there was in the room. I noticed there was not much light in here. Not even windows. Ehm... Help? No windows wasn't a good sign at all...
I quickly walked towards the door I had just seen at the other side of the room. Another room, almost the same as the previous one. I sighed. This would not be good if there was behind the other door, again the same room as he had been now already twice.
I turned the doorknob, actually expecting to see the same room again, but it wasn't. I was surprised. I walked further into the way lighter room then the ones before. The room was full of all kind of things he had never seen before. Which, of course wasn't so surprising, but that wasn't the point.
"Ahum."
I hear someone cough. Quickly I turned towards my left side where the sound had came from. A black-haired male sat on a couch quite a few meter away.
"Gomen..."
"I'm sorry?" The male asked, clearly not understanding what I just said.
Uhm... Had I just been talking in an other language? I shook my head shortly and concentrated on the black-haired male in front of me again. "I'm sorry sir." I was silent for a few second, before I finally dared to ask something. "May I ask who you are? And what I am doing here?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. How rude from me to not introduce myself." He stood up from the couch and walked over towards me. "I'm Sirius. Sirius Black. And for your question why you are here, you have to wait a while."
I raised an eyebrow. Why did I have to wait? I nodded at the male, called Sirius Black, but I hoped they, or he, or whoever, could answer some of his questions. Iwas about to open my mouth and ask : 'Who am I?', but then I realized how stupid that would sound. So I decided to keep my mouth shut for another while.
"Want something to drink?"
"No, thank you." I said politely, not in the mood to drink something. All I wanted right now was getting some answers...
"As you wish." The male said, grabbing something himself. He walked back towards the couch again and sat down. "Why don't you sit down?" Sirius asked, looking at me.
"I... um... okey." I said, clearly not knowing what to say, but to be polite I sat down on a chair. As a few minutes passed, I finally dared to say anything again. "Sir?" I asked, causing the male called Sirius looking up. "I got some questions and-"
"I know you will have those. But don't worry, Dumbledore will be here soon, so he can answer the most of your questions."
I nodded and sighed. I really hated this waiting. When would this guy named Dumbledore be here? And who was he? Why could he answer most of my questions? How-
No. This was ridicilous. I shouldn't think so much. I just had to wait. Just had to wait. Ugh... I really hated waiting. I hoped they better gave me some answers, or else I would really freak out. And somehow I didn't really liked that thought...
Seconds passed. Minutes passed. It seemed to take forever before there finally came a knock on the door.
"Come in." The male, Sirius, said.
An old man came in. It was hard to see how old he was, but one thing was sure, he was old. Really old. He wore ropes and had a small, like a half moon, glasses on his nose.
"Thanks for coming Dumbledore." Sirius said, and then left. I wondered why, but much time to wonder wasn't there, because the old man walked over towards me.
"Hello Ryou." He said. Ryou, I wondered. Would that be my name? I kinda liked it. Somehow it really fitted with me.
"Ehm, hello sir."
"I am sure you got quite a lot of questions. I hope to answer them as good as possible. Please, sit down and take some tea."
I shook my head. "Thank you sir, but I don't need anything." I said, as I sank down on the chair again. The old man sat down too, but he sat on the couch, where the man Sirius previously had been.
"I was wondering. Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here? Why can I remember anything? Why-"
"One question at a time please, mr. Bakura." He said, holding up his hands. "To answer your first question; you are Ryou. Ryou Bakura. You are a student, a six-years to be preciesly."
Ryou Bakura... I really liked the name. Thankfully it was a cool name, and not some kind of a sully name.
"Where am I? And why am I here?"
"You are at Grimmald place 12, a house in England. You will be staying here, until you go to school again, next week." Dumbledore said, talking quietly. Somehow I knew that something was wrong here, but I really didn't know what, so I decided to leave it.
"Sir? Why can't I remember anything?"
The old man stayed quiet for a while, before he finally spoke again. "You can't remember anything because of a horrible accident you had. We tried our best, and we succed. But the only thing we could do was the fact that you would regain your memory. I'm sorry."
"I-it's okey."
"I know you will probably have more questions, but you will get those later. I have to go now, I am really busy." He stood up from the large couch. "I hope you have a plesent time her, and I'm sure everything will come. You can get your supplies tomorrow."
I nodded and waved as the old man left the room again. I sat all alone in this strange room and in this strange place. And why? I tried my best to remember anything, but still there was only darkness. Pitch-black darkness. I sighed and gave up. I guess I just have to wait then...
Now what? I thought as I sat down in the chamber for a while. Could I just go? Or did I have to wait, for... something? Or... I didn't know... And it frustrated me. Why were things not clear, but like a blurry mess? I wonder if my life has always been this way... Would I have been this way before the accident too? Or would I have been different? Would I have lived here before too, or somewhere else? And if I did, why would no one come and get me? Didn't they like me? Or was I someone who hasn't gotten any friends? Maybe not even parents anymore.
I sighed, this was all so confusing. And this waiting for... something... didn't made it better too. I stood up and walked towards the door. I didn't cared anymore whether they wanted me to leave or not, I was going. I needed to get some answers. More then the few I just got. I just needed to get out of this room. And hopefully out of this house too!
Slowly, trying not to make any sound, I opened the door and watched what was behind it. There was some kind of a hallway. I heard laughing voices from a few meter away. I wondered who it would be. Would I go there or not? Maybe they didn't want me or anything.
I shook my head. I would find that out later, I would go downstairs. And if there wasn't anyone too, then I would go towards the laughing voices. I nodded shortly at my own decision and walked further into the hallway.
I hadn't made it further then about two meter until I heard a sound behind me. I turned around quickly and saw an other boy standing. He was a bit smaller then I, but it wasn't much. He had black hair, green eyes and wore glasses.
"Uhm... Who are you?" I asked, not sure how the boy would react.
"Harry. Harry Potter." The boy said and put out a hand for me to shake. "You are Ryou Bakura, aren't you?"
"Uhm.. yeah. How do you know me?" I asked, confused that the boy named Harry Potter knew what my name was or who I was. Harry smiled.
"Dumbledore brought you in, didn't he?"
"I... I can't really remember anything. So maybe he did, I don't know about it. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it." He said and turned around. "Wanna come too?" He asked over his shoulder.
I wasn't really sure if I should follow him or not. I decided to do it anyway, what could happen? Maybe he could give some answers. And if not, the boy didn't seem that unfriendly. It would be nice to talk someone, like having a real conversation.
So, I walked after the black-haired boy, and met in the room even more people. I blinked at the number or people in the small room. All of then had red hair, except for one. A girl with long brown and curly hair.
"Fred, George, Ginny, Hermione and Ron, this is Ryou Bakura. Ryou, this are Fred," He pointed towards one of the red-haired boys in the room. "George," He pointed at an other, almost identical to the previous one. Probably twin, I thought. "Ginny and Hermione," Harry said, pointing towards a girl with long red hair and the brunnette he had already seen. "And last, Ron." He pointed towards a boy on one of the beds. Also red-haired.
"Uhm... Hi everyone." I said, blushing heavily. About half of the people I already didn't knew the name anymore. They looked all really nice, and so would they probably too.
"Weren't you the one Dumbledore brought in a few days ago?" One of the twins asked.
I shrugged shyly. "I don't know. I can't remember anything. So I don't know. Maybe it is, but I can't remember it."
"You can't remember anything? Not a single thing?"
I shook my head. "No, the only thing I know is that I woke up in a room, and talked to Dumbledore, I guess his name was, nothing more. Sadly enough." I added.
"That must really suck. But I'm sure you will remember something one day." The red-haired guy on the bed said. Ron, was his name I guessed. The others nodded in agreement.
"I was actually wondering something. Dumbledore said I could get my supplies tomorrow. But what kind of supplies? For school? And where?" I asked, blushing a bit. I really wasn't comfortable now. It really sucks if you can't remember anything. And then the things you can remember, you don't even know what it means. Life really sucked at the moment.
"Those are for Hogwarts," The brunnette girl said. And everyone started to talk about a large school, where they teach magic. And all kind of other stuff. I tried my best to listen to it all, but it was just a bit too much. But it seemed a really cool school. I really looked forward to see it!
AN : And? What do you all think of it? Good, bad, really bad, ...? I really like to hear all your opinions!
Oh yeah, next chapter we will see Bakura and Malik for the first time. And of course Ryou will go towards Hogwarts!
I hope it will be up soon, but I can't promise anything!