Um... Hi. This my first attempt at a Harry Potter/Yu-Gi-Oh! crossover, and I think the idea's pretty original... I'm pretty used to writing in script format, but I think I did a pretty good job on this chap... *cough, cough*

Anyway, this takes place after the Order of the Phoenix, but there're really aren't any spoilers in this chap if you haven't finished reading it... And I need info on what happened during and after Battle City. I REFUSE to go by what 4kids says! If worse comes to worse, I can go look it up for myself, but it would be SO much easier if you could give me a nice, simple summery free of large words and complex sentences (lol, J/K)!

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own either YGO or HP. This goes for the rest of the fic, okay? And now... on with the fic!

Not Your Average Muggles

Chapter 1 - The Letter

Dear Mr. Potter,
We regret to in form that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been closed due to circumstances beyond our control. We feel that, because of the Dark Lord's resurrection, we need as many witches and wizards available. Therefore, there will not be anyone left to teach and look after you and your fellow students. Also, as our newest member of the School Governors pointed out, Hogwarts fails to be completely safe due to the fact that the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, will be away on Ministry business for long periods of time.
Hogwarts shall be reopened as soon as possible.

Sincerely,

Gregory Thomas

MINISTRY OF MAGIC

Once again, Harry reread the letter; hoping he had just imagined what it had said. It was useless, though. No matter how many times he read the letter it wouldn't change the horrifying message it disclosed.

Hogwarts was closed. He wouldn't be going back to it. And Voldemort was running around free. He knew the Dark Lord couldn't touch him here, but still... What about Ron and his family? What about Hermione? What about all the other friends he had in the wizarding world? Were they safe?

A thumping noise coming down the hall informed him that his cousin, Dudley, was awake. He rolled over in his bed so that he was facing the clock on his bedside table. Eight forty-five. That was funny. What was Dudley doing up so early? Harry himself would still be asleep if it wasn't for the official- looking screech owl that had woken him up at seven thirty to deliver it's depressing letter...

Harry lazily rolled of his bed and onto his feet. He pulled on a worn shirt and a pair of jeans and made his why down to the kitchen without bothering to brush his hair (it wouldn't have made much of a difference).

When he entered the kitchen his Aunt Petunia was busy making a bigger and fattier breakfast than Dudley was usually allowed and Uncle Vernon was trying in vain to arrange the mound of presents on the table so that he could fit his plate on it. Dudley was gazing at the gifts like they were a giant, iced chocolate cookie.

Harry blinked.

"Well?" his uncle barked over the mountain of wrapped packages. "Aren't you going to wish your cousin a happy birthday?"

"Happy birthday, Dudley," Harry mumbled. 'Of course,' he thought. 'It's the pig's birthday. 'The letter had driven all thoughts of his life with the Dursleys out of mind.

"I can't hear you," Dudley stated with a malicious look on his face.

"Happy birthday." Harry said a bit louder.

"I still can't hear you," Dudley replied, a huge evil grin on his face.

"Happy birthday!" Harry cried in mock cheerfulness.

"What was that?" Dudley asked as he made room for the plate full of sausages, bacon, eggs, and toast his mother was offering him.

"I SAID HAPPY BIRTH DAY, YOU DEAF MORON!!" Petunia smacked him with her spatula.

"That's no way for you to be speaking to Dudley on his special day," she snapped.

"Sorry," Harry muttered, not really meaning it.

He ate his breakfast in silence; completely oblivious to the presents his cousin was opening at seventy miles per hour, the constant singing of "Happy Birthday" from his tone-deaf aunt, and the "Wait a go, Duddy!"s from his uncle. All he could think of was the letter lying on his bed. How could they close Hogwarts? How?

~*~

"Look! Another one!" Katsuya Jounouchi pointed to a kid, about eight years old, standing under a tree with a duel disk II on his arm. "Why did Kaiba release those to the public? WHY?!"

"Well," His friend, Anzu Mazaki, reasoned, "I guess it was to help pay for Battle City. I mean, that must have taken a huge chunk out of his money--"

"That jerk's too rich as it is!" Jounouchi yelled.

"Calm down, Jou," Hiroto Honda placed a hand on the blond boy's shoulder. "It's not like it matters how much richer Kaiba is than you."

Anzu looked down at her watch and sighed. "Where is Yugi?!" She, Jounouchi, Honda, and Yugi had planned on meeting in Domino Park at eleven forty-five and then going to Burger World for lunch (Anzu got a discount there because she was an employee). It was now a quarter past noon.

"Ah, don't fret, Anzu," Jounouchi reassured her. "His grampa probably wants him to sweep the shop or something. He'll show up eventually."

~*~

Yugi drummed his fingers impatiently on the counter at the Kame Game Shop. His grandfather had gone out, refusing to say where and why, and left him in charge of the shop. He had promised to be back by eleven thirty so that Yugi could meet his friends, but Mr. Mutou hadn't come back yet. He was late. Really late.

//Aibou,// came a voice in the back of his head, //at the rate things are going, I doubt you're going to see your Grandpa or a customer any time soon. Why don't you just leave?//

//Yami,// Yugi answered, //Are you trying to get me grounded?//

Yugi's darker self chuckled, //No. I guess you grandfather would - how would you say it?- flip out if he came home and you weren't there.//

//Exactly.//

A few minutes passed in which Yugi stared blankly at the door to the game shop. Then someone came in...

...And Yugi nearly had a heart attack.

The person, a boy in his late teens, smirked at Yugi (who had fallen off the stool he was sitting on) and said, "Really, now. I thought you would be happier to see me."

Yugi blushed. "Gomen. You just... startled me."

The boy raised an eyebrow. "I startled you? Does everyone who walks into this shop startle you?"

Yugi shook his head. "Iie. It's just that I was sort of zoned out... and then you just... appeared."

"I did not 'just appear', Yugi Mutou!" The boy answered in mock outrage.

Yugi laughed and then asked, "So, what brings you to Japan, Malik?"

~*~

"Guys! I see him! HE'S ALIVE!" Honda whooped as he and his friends watched a small figure with - er -original hair run towards them.

"And there's someone with him," Jounouchi added. "Who is that?" Anzu squinted at the taller figure. As the two boys came closer she gasped, "Him!"

"Who?" Jounouchi and Honda asked.

"Malik Ishtar."

"What ?!"

"What's he doing in Japan?" Jounouchi asked. "I thought he was busy reeking havoc in Egypt--"

Anzu kicked him. "Really, Jou. He's actually very nice, and you know it."

"I didn't mean it in a bad way, Anzu," Jounouchi whined as he rubbed his ankle, "I just meant--"

"Hey, guys!" Yugi ran up to them. "Guess who's moved to Japan for the year?"

"Malik?"

"Yup," the Egyptian answered, giving them a small bow in greeting. "Isis too."

"Really?" Anzu inquired. "May I ask why?"

Malik shrugged. "The museum heard we had added a few things to our exhibit and since it was such a big hit last time they really wanted us back. They were practically on their knees begging and the neighbors were kinda tired of having pranks played on them constantly... so here I am." He grinned.

"Well," Yugi started, "wanna come to Burger World with us? Ryou said he might turn up."

"Ry... ou?" Malik looked confused.

"Bakura," Jounouchi informed him. "The other him is Bakura now. We're not sure how that happened."

"It probably had something to do with Yami having a sort of unofficial name," Yugi explained. "You know him... He doesn't like Yami being better than him in any way..."

Malik let this sink in for a moment, then, "Well, let's go! I wanna see how Bakur- Ryou is doing!"

~*~

Aunt Petunia yelped as an extremely small owl popped out of what seemed to be nowhere and dropped a letter on top of Harry's dinner. "Pig!" Harry half- yelled.

"That's an owl," Dudley corrected stupidly.

"No, no, that's his name," Harry said, "He belongs to my friend Ron..." He trailed of, realizing how stupid it was to explain his social life to the Dursleys. "I'll go then." He stood up and left the kitchen, his uncle's glare following him.

As he mounted the stairs, Harry fumbled with the letter, trying to open it from the sticky fingers he had as a result of the greasy French fries he had been eating (along with burgers, Dudley's favorite meal).

He managed to get the letter open as he entered his room and flopped down on his bed to read. No doubt it had been written in a hurry; Ron's handwriting was worse then usual. He whipped a bit of ketchup he had gotten on it and began to read...

Harry,
We're going to Japan. You, me, Hermione, dad, Fred, and George are going to Japan. Don't ask. I'll tell you about it tomorrow when we pick you up. We don't care what the muggles say; you're going. Don't worry about You- Know-Who; Dumbledore reckons he doesn't have enough power to make it to Japan yet and he doesn't have any Death Eaters to spare.
The Ministry's crazy to shut down Hogwarts. Dumbledore's even crazier to let them do it.
Remember: we're picking you up at noon tomorrow to take you to Japan. No questions.

Ron

Harry stared at the paper. Japan? Why Japan? And what did Ron mean Dumbledore let the Ministry close Hogwarts? The fates just loved throwing mysteries at him...