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Peter Kim:

No. Voldermort is not buying duel disks. If you read the actual manga, Kaiba constructs technology that are not games. He pretty much makes elaborate ways of killing people (ie Death-T-2 was a "roller coaster " ride in which Kaiba forced Yugi, Joey, Tea, the team basically, to get into a chair which turned out to be an electric chair, with a single rule that if they wanted to live, they couldn't make a single sound). If you read this, you'd catch it somewhere. If it's not there, then I accidently forgot to mention it.

This is a mix between anime and manga kaiba. Where he's the same homicidal maniac as in the manga but has some sort of affection for his brother.

Mokuba is obviously anime Mokuba. Anime Mokuba was a completely different character. I mean, what kind of kid forces their friends to point a machine gun on a civilian or tries poisoning people?

Note: The bold issue happened by itself. I don't know how, but apparently when I submitted the document, what was bolded became normal, and what was normal became bolded. Well that taught me a valuable lesson. xD

Never used fanfiction in that manner before.

I also don't own either Harry Potter or YuGiOh. Wish I did though.

Chapter 1

"Wake him up."

Kaiba pretended to be unconscious. He could take in the situation enough to tell that this was one of the two, interrogation, or extortion attempt. If this was indeed an interrogation, then there would have been no need for the sudden kidnapping; this was definitely something along the lines of the latter, or an interesting plot to get him to agree to something, one to he'd normally wouldn't even lift a finger. On whose toes did he step on this time? Lets just leave out the handful of blue-chip companies that his actions were being driven into submissive prices. Though in the back of his mind he doubted that the video game company WEI would actually go to such lengths. He just forced their stocks to fall to half of their original price.

Next came the expected kick to the side. Kaiba chose to fake it. Unresponsive played out just as well as ignorant.

"Wormtail that's no way to treat a fellow wizard." Someone hissed.

"Get out."

There was a scuffle of feet, and the sound of a closing door.

"So, Mr. Kaiba, at last we meet."

Seto decided that this was a time as good as any to open his eyes. What else could he do? He wasn't going to play the beaten dog. That was just pathetic; he'd leave the groveling for Katsuya to handle. After all, he had enough class and pride to react better. The CEO sat up and looked at the person who had been seated in the large chair before him.

The face of this so called human was more monster than Kaiba could have anticipated. He almost looked like Earl of Demise, without the rotting flesh.

"What do you want?"

The other raised an eyebrow as if amused. "Your services. Those so called inventions you sent me. I need more of them."

Pieces fit together. It wasn't difficult for Kaiba to do so. It wasn't as if he had multiple people he was designing for. "Riddle." It was a statement, not a question. Kaiba wasn't looking for obvious answers.

The other mocked. "I suppose so Draco. Funny enough, you look nothing like a dragon."

Kaiba breathed. He expected Riddle to be a mercenary or some insecure type of CEO, one that owned a Large Cap corporation. This was a letdown. Apart from the fact that he practically dressed in rags, he looked like a loony on the spot. Wizards. Magic. Rubbish. Those things wouldn't exist even if Yugi stood on his miserable head. Play along. If you don't want to be fucked, play along.

"Funny enough you're not a Riddle to figure out."

Voldermort gave a hint of a hissing laugh. He was amused. He wasn't always in a bad mood. He knew how he was going to get rid of Harry Potter, along with some members of that idiotic group called "The Order of the Phoenix". This wizard would show him how. His inventions were far more… effective than whatever ordinary wizards could produce here. The only issue at hand was that, why was he not cowering, or drawing out his wand to protect himself? Was he just that confident that he could defeat him, or was there something else…? Only a muggle would think this way.

Of course Kaiba couldn't be a muggle. Muggles were empty, you could see that they held no particular magical charge; Kaiba was practically enveloped in it. Even Dumbledore had a weaker aura than he did. His inventions too, couldn't have been crafted by a muggle's hands. The logic it took to create one was far beyond anything he had ever seen on the normal streets of London.

"I thought my services were no longer needed." This time Kaiba was going to go for the inquisitive. Why not try and push this towards a direction he wanted? Manipulating the conversation might prove to be difficult but not impossible. But hell, it was still worth that useless shot. The snake like man grinned, mouth widening enough for Kaiba to get the glimpse of sharp inhuman teeth. "Is it so hard to figure out? It was merely a formality. I need you closer to home." Seto stopped. Closer to home usually meant further from his. Now he started to progress from calm and secure to instable and aggressive.

He didn't ask anything. He simply sat in front of the man. Waiting for something other to come out of his mouth. Seto didn't really need directions to tell where he was. He heard enough accents and language to figure out that he was probably in the United Kingdom. Hold on. That didn't make any sense. He couldn't have been out for longer than twelve hours. Seto lifted his wrist to his face, the watch said it clearly. It had only been four hours since he was still mulling over his graphic designs. Same day. He looked back at the amused figure.

"You seem confused. Is there any reason to be?"

No. No this was too farfetched. They stopped time, and got him here. That sounded even more preposterous than magic. Physics can't be blocked. And yet that's exactly what magic was. All the hardwired facts started to get rewired in his head. He wasn't thinking clearly. He had to be delusional. Only way. A dream. He was still being dragged to god knows where, and this clearly was a mental function that was filling in the time. Though that itself didn't make sense, how was he actually taken down? He just felt unbalanced, then blacked out. Dreams didn't come that way either.

"No reason." Play the part that this obstacle wishes you to. Kaiba stood up now getting the pleasure of looking down on his opponent. Voldermort just followed with his eyes. He realized Kaiba was a giant to begin with. But this stature was almost rival to some quarter or half giants. "I'm just concerned for my family."

A lie, but enough to excuse him.

"If family is such an anchor you won't have to worry."

This was… what?

"Any family you have left was terminated as soon as we acquired you. Wouldn't want anyone to give us trouble."

Seto's face deadpanned. Even if he was dreaming, if it was even possible, this was ridiculous. He'd never wish for his brother to be dead. It was enough to give him another push in the direction of worry. It's just a dream. Just a fucking dream. Calm down.It was nothing to worry about. Just chemicals in his brain forcing him to stick around with this imagery. He'd wake up sooner or later. Sooner or later.

"Do you have any family?" Voice smooth and mocking.

Come on! Wake up! "You tell me."

"No one was killed. However as it stands your brother's life in your hands. We haven't located him yet, but it's only a matter of time. My group, shall we say, deals with this sort of job consistently." The scaly host leaned back into the chair. "Now tell me. Are you going to cooperate with me, or do I have to take the same measures with you as I did with my old friend Olivander?" Voldermort took no hurry to point out the worn out man who was sitting tied to a wall. Seto looked at him for but a second to attain that he had resisted enough to get him into this condition.

"All you have to do is offer a temporary partnership. We're in need of an inventor as skillful as you."

Kaiba lowered his brows trying to differentiate the bullshit from the truth. Looking back at the beaten down old man, the threat was presented, but the egoistic side of him was starting to rear its ugly head. Why should he? This bastard couldn't bully him into the idea that the road to his leave would be through inventing a couple of weapons. But … Mokuba. The CEO thought back to the previous exchange. Was this reality? This distorted situation couldn't have been what was occurring this second. Mokuba was back in his room, he on his metal floor.

Goddamn it! What the fuck was going on? Whatever was the cause of this slur of idioticy it wasn't worth risking his life over. If this was the truth, if everything before him was authentic then he should just focus of working his way out of it.

"Where do I start?"

A snake like grin appeared on the older man's face. "You'll start by giving me your arm."

"The death eaters strike in the heart of—"

Mokuba rolled the newspaper together. He read the article enough to times to memorize its contents. He just couldn't believe that some group called death eaters strike in Domino. In his residence no less. Could those two enchanters have been death eaters? They sure as hell couldn't have had the time to get him and his brother. The younger of the two brothers started getting more anxious. This wasn't right. Seto couldn't have been taken by some no names. Seto had never been the one to get kidnapped. This newspaper must have been mistaken. Even if the pictures were moving.

That perhaps was the most interesting feature. Unrolling the report, Mokuba flipped the pages. Articles were hardly the god-written truth. Mokuba knew well enough that the media lied and stretched out the truth, anything to make their story sound juicier. These people were lying that his brother was gone to get some sort of payoff. It had to be that. Wide blue eyes rolled through picture to picture. The articles were a pain to read. He didn't know anything to start with.

The only deaths reported were a couple of the staff that served them. They didn't specify who, or why. Only that it was odd that Voldermort would spread his reach into Japan, and attacked a muggle residence. Didn't make sense. From what Mokuba could gather, it wasn't his MO.

Hadn't been what he's after, this paper seemed to almost immortalize the bastard that attacked them. It did however instill a new goal to the thirteen-year old. Find Seto. He was somewhere in this country. Considering it was some moron here who got him. Mokuba managed to gather enough evidence from one article than he had through prowling the streets of this new found area. Mokuba was resourceful when it came down to survival. Had to be. Followed some old man into the back of the tavern, and played witness to a brick wall that had started to roll sideways as soon as he had tapped it in a triangular fashion. The first two hours were filled with nothing but wonder. The first day managed to pass, leaving the black haired boy to wander round this magical town, and find shelter in an old shop.

He still was fizzing with curiosity. Bottling it down was near impossible. Even if he was absolutely miserable his interest was piqued and he could hardly limit himself. At the end of the street, on the turning corner was a twisted building that seemed to attract a large crowd. Knowing from experience and just general knowledge large crowds around a single store signaled others of its success, and with all the stores being full of adults this one was flooded with children his age. Mokuba squeezed through the baracade at the front doors.

As soon as he stepped on the wooden floors his eyes rounded. There were no words to describe what he saw. His brain refused to comprehend it. Shelves upon shelves were filled with god-knew what, toys or at least that's what he thought they were, littered the walls and hung in the air. The thirteen-year old raced parallel to the walls. Peaking at ever single item that looked even moderately interesting, making his starting jog slow down to the pace of molasses. Small hands grabbing at every item on the shelves.

It took the black-haired kid a while to realize that the items weren't toys, they were prank material. But hella more creative than what they had back in Japan.

Stretching the small cloth bag to examine the writing sprawled over it in inky letters.

"Interested in that are you?"

Mokuba nearly jumped at the sudden address. Looking up he was met with double vision. Two identical face looking down at him.

"Get out of class-"

"And family meets-"

"Along with the most tiresome situations-"

"With your very own!"

"Spontaneous Puke!"

The two voices melded together at the products name. Kaiba couldn't help but feel ambushed by this sort of salesman approach. The rounded on him, waiting for a decision. When he didn't respond they continued going back and forth between themselves explaining the said 'spontaneous puke'.

"Just think it,"

"And it will automatically roll your insides so hard-"

"That you can't help but puke!"

Mokuba's stomach tightened. It didn't want to be … rolled.

"So what do you say?"

"Interested?"

He could do little but stare at them with saucer large eyes. Even if he wanted to he probably couldn't buy anything here. After all you could barely buy gum for 50 yen. If at all. Not to mention this wasn't Japan.

The younger Kaiba managed to force out a slow shake. The two teenagers seemed to take that as a hint to leave. They did have a massive line inside and out. Mokuba put back the merchandise back slowly. Not because he was reluctant to give away such a fine opportunity but because he started to feel that if he kept it in his hands longer he would probably try to steal it. It had that sort of effect. This magic business.

Reaching for something else he half expected for the two to reappear and give him another shared explanation. Disappointed that no such show occurred he was forced to read out the design handwriting on the product.

"Peeeeerrr-pppll-"

"It says Purple Warts."

Mokuba lifted his head to see the speaker. Only to find that it was a girl around his age.

"Purple-Warts?"

Slow, heavily accented English wormed back for a question. The girl nodded in reply.

"You not from around here?"

Mokuba shook his head, and accenting the fact that he wasn't by adding a 'No' into the action.

"Vacation? Not the best time." The red haired girl commented chuckling out the last part. A sort of sarcasm that came from background information. Background information that he didn't know.

"Not on vacation." That answer caused her to become more inquisitive.

"Oh?"

Mokuba didn't really see a point to lie about this. Maybe he could actually get some help. He didn't look fondly at the idea of sleeping on a park bench or in some other outdoor location. Again. His brother spoiled him enough in the last few years to not even consider that option seriously. But how the hell was he supposed to put into words? Thinking carefully now, it would be foolish to tell the complete truth. He was obviously not supposed to be here. Above that, his brother was supposedly missing. The wizarding community knew more about it, they even knew was responsible. Seto saved him many times, helped him even though he was stubborn about it, it was time he did the same.

So … time to indulge in the one dream that every young kid had.

Espionage.

"I'm looking for someone."

Not a lie, but there's no point keeping that secret. She might be of some help right? He'll just leave out most of the details.

"Who?" Suddenly that carefree face that she was displaying turned slightly alert. It's as though he said he was being stalked by some psycho.

"My brother." Deciding to pull the pity and of what he learned about these so called 'death-eater' attacks he decided to question her for any information. "He was taken." Deliberate pause. "By people in masks." It was the obvious hint at the only description the news paper managed to provide him with.

"You see, we were here on vacation. It was just cut off abruptly."

Yeah Mokuba … maybe you'll succeed in convincing the maid to clean later. Why couldn't he lie well for once! His brother could do it as fluently as he could breathe! So what stopped him? A conscience? Seto might be kind to him, but Mokuba wasn't a fool to ignore all the times Seto made "friends" with the illegal side of life. He was a good person, just … misled sometimes.

The girl's face twisted into one of compassion. She wanted to help him, but something held her back. It was as if he was some sort of leper that she felt inclined to aid but the thought of catching the disease herself pushed her back.

"Are-Are … Do you have a place to stay?"

That was unexpected.

"No. My brother had the…" Mokuba's eyes seemed to cross as he thought of the word. "stuff with him. No money."

That was an expression that he thought he'd never have to use again. The Kaiba name would usually forbid it. But so was accepting favors. The ginger-head chewed the inside of her cheek as though weighing the decision she was making.

"Wait here."

She disappeared within the crowd, reappearing moments later with a aging woman in hand.

"That's him. Do you think Dad could help him?"

The older woman battled to say the kind thing. "Your father's busy as it is Ginny dear. Piling more work—"

"He's alone!"

A sympathy seemed to be awoken in the mother's eyes. She looked at the bird's nest strangled over the boy's head, to his thinning figure, then back to her daughter. "Fine. Bring him along."

"I'm"

Use an alias when in trouble.

"Yamazaki Mokuba."

The redhead outstretched her own hand.

"Ginny Weasley."

The Weasley home was … quaint. Seto would give it the positive name of a shithole, but Mokuba could see the perks of living this closely together. It would always reflect how close family truly was. They shared rooms together. Lately Mokuba felt himself lucky if he could share air with his brother. Just standing in the same room, never mind if he was paying any attention to him, seemed like a gift. Seto was always busy. And now it looked like he would have to take on the same habit. If he wanted to find him that was.

On the way to the burrow, Mokuba managed to forge some sort of vacation-kidnapping story for the mother and daughter. He decided to go with the story that Yugi had been spinning since the time he met Seto. That quite simply the older brother had a super reserve of magic. Saying that his brother was a very powerful wizard was almost like a voucher for him as well. It seemed like this sort of magic was inherent.

Mokuba also learned that Ginny had her own share of brother-trouble. It was practically the only thing she talked about. The store they were at was called WW, otherwise known as Weasley Wheezes. A prank shop that her two of her six brothers owned. The mother, Molly Weasley seemed to oppose it from the core. The younger Kaiba could understand though. It was typical of a parent to feel that way. To protect their young.

The eldest were working, the youngest brother however was a pain. At first glance all he managed to squeeze out of his mouth (might as well have been his ass) was 'who the bloody hell is this?' Granted it was the expected reaction, still. Mokuba was used to a higher level of respect. If this moron was working for them he would have gotten him fired. He was a representative~

Seto said he'd actually get a job when he was old enough. Maybe what he meant was get mean enough. Seto's business tactics were far from painless. Then again they were necessary.

Mokuba walked around the den of the house, eyes just as curios about the entire layout. If he hadn't stated of his "use" to magic they'd assume he was lying the entire time.

"Mum, I know that you're concerned, but face it! This bloke's a stranger!"

"Ronald Weasley. You should be ashamed of yourself! The boy lost his brother, we should provide him with some hospitality! Out of country wizards are rare these days as it is! Want to know why?"

No response came at first. Goddamn! He was possibly stupider than Jounichi!

"Cause traffic's a bitch?"

Nice.

They both knew the answer. Because Cornelious fucking Fudge ruined the East Branch's relations. Anyone who had come came because of their good intentions. His brother was a probable joiner for the forces against Voldermort. One of their own.

Mokuba sat on the couch, stretching his arms on the back. Observing the small owl who was staring right back at him from the miniature cage. Soon this contest would win. Mokuba's eyes started to water. This bird was good.

came into the living room, arms grasping at a bowl of pastry.

"Would you like some dear?"

Mokuba abandoned the futile objective and quickly reached and grabbed himself a pie.

Realizing at his own "rudeness" he added a thank-you.

"Will be home soon?"

Molly looked at the hanging clock for a moment and replied. "Not for another hour or so. Why do you want to see him?"

The young boy found himself in a position to rectify his question. "Ginny said that could help me find my brother. Or at least tell me approximately where he is."

Although the mother of seven didn't want to let him abandon hope, but if the death eaters got his brother … experience told her that there was little hope left. The boy's attitude gave her the image that his brother was relatively unbreakable. Losing their parents, taking care of his brother, and from the lifestyle he described; was more well off than they were. He'd probably refuse him.Molly knew she was optimistic, but with the doting Mokuba had done it was difficult to think of this Seto person as a terrible person.

Voldermort however, wasn't the patient type.

"I'll tell you when he comes home dear."

Leaving the room, she went on completing the chores around the house. Summer Vacation had started three weeks ago. In another week or so they'd relocate to the Order's residence. Sirius's death put the entire order into a depressed mood.

Mokuba settled on clothes crowded couch. When he heard the front door swing open.

"You wouldn't believe what happened at work. Some fool sent a possessed trunk to a muggle. The thing tried to eat him alive. Molly."

He stopped noticing the hedgehog figure looking at him from across the room. Hair in every direction possible, Arthur thought he was seeing things. Maybe the ghoul finally figured out how to make himself even more useless. Sitting around doing nothing. Not even moaning.

"Who are you?"

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Goddamn I need a beta-reader. . _.;

That and writing lessons. Haven't written anything in ... about a year other than essays.

Sorry if this came off rusty!