Chapter 2:
I still don't own Harry Potter or Yugioh.
Harry was staring around at the table when he saw Ron and Hermione. He did his best to ignore them; they wouldn't understand.
"So what do you guys know about Voldemort? Why did you come here to see me specifically?"
The tall, blond-haired one with a Brooklyn accent spoke up, "we know that you're not supposed to say his name." The tallest one with the gravity defying white coat grunted, followed by a smug chuckle.
"Really, Wheeler?"
The small one with the odd spiky blond, purple, and red hair, the only one whose name Harry still remembered spoke softly so as to not interrupt Wheeler and the alleged "ass face"'s argument, "Kaiba's not really into what he believe to be a superstition. Quite honestly, I'm not sure why he's even here."
Harry watched the exchange that involved a lot of name calling and insulting about Wheeler's lack of ability in some strange sport called "Duel Monsters".
Once Yugi finally calmed Wheeler down, they went back to their discussion.
"But you do um….." Harry struggled to remember the tall kid's name.
"Kaiba, remember that next time, kid."
"Right. Kaiba," the name sounded weird in his mouth, "you do know about Voldemort, though."
"Yes, I know about your… myth."
"Kaiba, you might wanna stop it with that, this seems important," the young, handsome, white-haired boy spoke, finally, from Yugi's left side.
"Shut up, Bakura," Kaiba growled to Yugi's shoulder.
Bakura ignored him and looked at Harry, "I know something's going on. I used to live near here. I remember the unexplainable terror for us…."
"Muggles?" Harry offered.
"Yes, it was cold and frightening. When we got here, I felt it again."
Yugi and the others, even the stubborn Kaiba, fell silent. Harry was looked at Bakura's nose before saying, very hurriedly, "umm.. . my friends are probably waiting for me," and he rushed out of the dining hall.
The others got up to follow.