Wicked

By: Neko-chan



A/N: "Wicked" is a reference to "Something Wicked This Way Comes," by Ray Bradbury as well as being a reference to Shakespeare's "Macbeth." Note: "Wicked" is something that I came up with when I was bored out of my mind during Economics. This is a _one-shot_. ONE-SHOT. I have way too many stories going on to start another multi-part story. However, I _may_ come back one day and expand upon this idea. But... don't hold your breath. =^^= Anyway, as far as I know, this is a new concept to the Yu-Gi-Oh! and Harry Potter crossover fandom. (If I'm wrong, please correct me. ^^;; ...) Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: If Neko-chan owned Harry Potter and Yu-Gi-Oh!, wouldn't she be extremely rich and have no need to write fanfiction? *raises eyebrow* Yup--thought so.



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The night was quiet at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. (Most) students were asleep in their beds--those who were not were staying awake to finish homework they had put off until the last minute to complete. In these cases, the students were hunched over pieces of parchment, quills quickly scribbling over the paper as fast as the students were able to write.

Ron Weasely and Harry Potter were two of these such students. However, Ron Weasely and Harry Potter had given up on their homework long ago--both were slumped over their desks and their books. Ron was snoring loudly, mumbling something about "Quidditch," "Cup," and "Chudley Cannons." He smiled widely, still asleep, and chuckled to himself, burrowing his face into the pages of 'The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Five.'

Harry, on the other hand, was moaning softly in his sleep. His arms thrashed out, as if trying to fend something off, and the green-eyed boy cried out. Goosebumps marched up and down his arms and the small hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

Harry James Potter was scared of something shown to him deep within his sleep-clouded mind. Images, ghosts of a time long ago. ...ghosts of the here and now.

Harry James Potter was terrified.

The lightning shaped scar on his forehead flashed hotly and Harry gasped. And yet--still, he dreamed on.

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"Yesss?"

Cold, cold slitted eyes--evil and calculating and filled with an all-consuming hatred. The man smiled and thin lips stretched to fit his pale, angular face. Those closest to the snake-like man shuddered in fear and horror. But the tall man ignored them all and continued gazing at the strange being standing before him.

Dangerous, pupil-less violet-red eyes glittered dangerously and the eye of Horus on a tanned forehead glowed even more brightly. "I... have come to offer you something valuable. Something... you cannot possibly refuse, Voldemort-san."

Yami no Malik smiled and one side of his face stretched unnaturally--was it an illusion? The spiky-haired yami continued smiling and pushed aside his cape, displaying his Sennen Rod for all to see. And the Sennen Rod gleamed strangely in the dull light provided.

"Oh? And what isss that, my friend?" the pale man asked slowly, steepling his fingers to rest his chin on them. Voldemort smirked slightly as he continued to gaze at the dark Egyptian.

"Hn. I offer my services, Voldemort-san. Whatever you need, whatever you desire, whatever you want, whatever you covet--I shall do for you. Can you possibly turn down that offer? Can you possibly take the chance of turning me away from you and your cause? Can you?" The yami smiled beautifully and Voldemort felt a frisson of fear shoot down his spine--but he ignored it. He was, after all, so much more powerful than the dark being that stood before him and his Death Eaters. If it all came down to a fight, the dark being would die and he, Voldemort, would live on--as he always had done so.

The Dark Lord widened his eyes innocently. "And why, pray tell, would you want to help me? What isss your goal? What movesss you?" Voldemort leaned forward, interested despite himself, though he was careful not to show it.

Yami no Malik's smirk broadened--did his face stretch again? Did it?

"I love the Darkness, Voldemort-san. I can think of nothing lovelier than it; I want to worship it. I want to find sacrificial lambs and send them to the Darkness. I want to create this world into something that I could love--dark and deadly and full of hatred and loathing. I want to make this world _mine._" His violet-red eyes practically glowed. "I was made from my omote's darker emotions. I am Hatred and Anger and Fury and Loathing and Death. Voldemort-san, I _am_ Darkness. And Darkness wants to destroy. Darkness wants to kill."

Yami no Malik tilted back his head, baring the column of his throat, and his eerie laughter filled the air. Lord Voldemort watched him, his eyes slightly wider than normal. For the very first time in his long lifetime, the Dark Lord--he who could _not_ die--was terrified of another being. And he was right to be terrified.

Suddenly, however, the laughter abruptly stopped and Yami no Malik shifted his gaze, staring at something out of the corner of his eyes. His grin broadened further, his face stretching grotesquely (Was it truly an illusion? Was it???), and his Horus eye created flitting shadows, making his expression monstrous and terrifying.

"Koban wa, Harry Potter," he purred. "Ore-Sama greets you." His eyes brightened and he clutched the Sennen Rod in both hands, finally revealing to all the dagger that was hidden within. Still smiling his slightly manacle grin, he drew his index finger down the blade, a trail of crimson blood following his finger's path. "Would Harry Potter like to play a game?"

A voice as deep as midnight whispered through the Death Eaters, circled around the Dark Lord like a shark scenting its prey, and finally faded into the darkness beyond. 'Yami no Game...' And, for just a short time, the sky was turned into a shade of black that was darker than obsidian.

The yami's laughter filled the night.

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Safe within the stone walls of Hogwarts, the Boy Who Lived jerked awake and stared out the window with wide, terrified green eyes. Drop by drop, blood dripped down from his index finger to pool onto the stone floor beneath him.

And Harry Potter was afraid.

'...Yami no Game...'



~Owari~

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A/N: *whistles innocently and edges away from readers/reviewers* One-shoooot~!!! ... =^^=