Notes: I tried to get this chapter out as fast as possible. I already had half of it done, so I guess it didn't take too long. I can't believe I actually got reviews saying that people liked my fanfic! I guess people like HP/YGO crossovers. Since there was no school Monday, I had a lot more time to write out the rest of this chapter.

Disclaimer: Yet again, I do not own Harry Potter or YuGiOh. If I did I would have eliminated this pesky disclaimer thing a LONG time ago!

Thanks to my reviewers, Silver Angel, Phantom, Rosz of the Angel, Kylie Alyssa Potter Kaiba, and Alaena!

To Phantom: Don't worry, I'm not going to pair anybody. I'm not good with writing romantic stuff anyway. Besides, the romantic stuff just doesn't seem to work with HP/YGO fanfics. And I might bring in Malik. I'm not so familiar with how he acts so if I do bring him in he might be a little out of character. Anyways, I'll have made up my mind by Chapter 4.

To the rest of you: Thanks for reviewing, and enjoy Chapter 2 of Harry Potter and the Duel Monsters!

New Author's Notes: I did a bit of rewording here and there, fixed a few awkward sentences. The only thing you may notice a difference to is the part where Ryou is about to leave Privet Drive. I'm trying to change the story a bit without completely changing the plot, because I've had a few people bring to my attention that the first two chapters are almost exactly like another story, and I don't want to plagiarize.

Chapter 2

The Burrow

The rest of the week passed uneventfully except the so-called headmaster of the school sent Harry yet more letters that he would pass on to Ryou. Apparently, they were all addressed to him and they all had something to do with his classes or friends. Ryou was starting to believe that this man was psychic or had ESP. Harry and Ryou kept their conversations to basic talk- the weather, games that they had both played, school, etc. Ryou didn't mention anything about the Millennium Items, his yami, or Duel Monsters. Harry was careful to keep his magical supplies away from Ryou, and avoided mentioning the subject when possible. Harry thought that it was strange that Professor McGonagall had completely forgotten to send a supply list and letter to Ryou. But he didn't think Professor Dumbledore would lie to him. Either way, he didn't want Ryou seeing his stuff, because he might tell the Dursleys and he wasn't even supposed to have his stuff in his bedroom in the first place. It was supposed to be all locked up in the cupboard under the stairs. He didn't know whether Ryou was a tattletale or not yet, having only known him for a while. He didn't seem like one, but it was better to play it safe.

The Dursleys took Ryou sightseeing a lot. They took him to the zoo, an amusement park, and a sports stadium, and tried to keep him apart from Harry. They didn't want Ryou to find out the secret about Harry. Little did they know, Ryou already knew.

After a whole week had passed, Harry told Ryou to start packing up his stuff. Ryou still hadn't mentioned the fact that he was a wizard to the Dursleys. For one, he didn't know how they would take it. Besides, he still didn't know if he really was one, especially since the supply list that Harry had pointedly told him that he didn't have hadn't been sent to him yet. Third of all, Harry had mentioned that the Dursleys didn't appreciate wizards. Ryou didn't want to make his stay worse than it already was. Dudley was fat and ate a lot. Aunt Petunia was prone to spying on neighbors from the window. Uncle Vernon was usually cross or loud, or both. Bakura was on the verge of sending all of them to the Shadow Realm by the time they were supposed to leave.

Ryou finally finished packing his suitcase. He dragged its bulk downstairs and placed it in the front hall, careful to avoid the Dursleys who were half sulking, half waiting in the living room. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. When Harry excitedly opened the door, Ryou hung back around the staircase. He was shocked at the two's odd looks. Both had flaming red hair and freckles. The boy was tall and gangly. The man was tall with a half-bald head. The boy was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a T-shirt. However, the man was wearing something like a dress over his faded blue jeans and purple shirt. He had a piece of wood sticking out from his front pocket that was obviously a wand. Ryou took a closer look and realized that the dress was actually robes.

The Dursleys appeared in the hallway and scowled at Mr. Weasley. Harry had also mentioned that they didn't like anything out of the ordinary, and Mr. Weasley was definitely more than out of the ordinary.

Mr. Weasley peered at Ryou and did a double take at his hair, then smiled warmly. "Ah, you must be Ryou. Professor Dumbledore sent an owl about you. We're to bring you to Diagon Alley tomorrow."

Ryou nodded. The tall boy introduced himself as Ron Weasley and then said, "Uh…Ryou…I'll take your trunk." Ryou nodded and shoved his suitcase into view. Ron staggered off with the bag. Ryou saw him heave it gently into the trunk of their blue Jeep.

Mr. Weasley took Harry's trunk and bag and threw them into the trunk. Then they all climbed in. Ryou hung back.

"Thank you for your hospitality," Ryou told the Dursleys, who nodded stiffly.

"It was a pleasure to have you," Aunt Petunia told him with a bit of falseness behind it.

"Yes, you were better than that nasty boy over there," Uncle Vernon said, glaring at Harry. It wasn't much of a compliment, but Ryou took what he could get.

~~Can I come out?~~

~…Fine. Just for a little while though.~

~~Oh, I only need a minute or two.~~ Ryou didn't like the smirk that was mentally spreading widely across his yami's face, but he relinquished control anyway.

Bakura smirked. "Don't worry. I'll make sure nothing…unfortunate happens to you when we return from that wizarding school. I should hate for you to turn into a frog or sprout antlers." This was all said in a fake sugary-sweet voice.

Ryou groaned and took back control. Feeling it would be silly to stop and apologize, he climbed into the Jeep and peeked out the window.

The Dursleys' faces had gone red. Dudley was mouthing wordlessly. Uncle Vernon was roaring something about how he was worse than Harry and ought to be locked up, while Aunt Petunia stammered random things and nearly fainted.

Everybody burst out laughing at their antics, except for Ryou and Harry. Ryou promptly began communicating with Bakura as Mr. Weasley started up the car and zoomed off, while Harry watched Ryou suspiciously. With the return of Voldemort, anyone could be a spy. He felt a bit silly doubting his own cousin, but it couldn't be helped. He found it extremely odd how Ryou had seemingly switched from a caring and polite personality to a sarcastic and witty one in 0.2 seconds.

Two hours passed on the car with Ryou mostly keeping to himself and the other boys chatting about their summer. The others introduced themselves as Fred and George. Ron mentioned something about a sister, Ginny, and another brother, Percy, who were at home.

After another half hour, the car slowed to a stop in a small but modest garage that was crammed with all different kinds of tools. There was a car that was half-taken apart, and its parts were scattered quite randomly across the floor. They all leapt out except Ryou who carefully slid out and shut the door quietly. He gasped in surprise at the house. It was very strange. It was a very tall house, with windows of all shapes, colors, and sizes. What looked suspiciously like the fan to a windmill was going at full speed at the front of the house. The bottom floor was made of stone, the rest of wood. The house was mostly browns and reds and the door was black. The top floor looked like it was sagging to one side. The roof was a large, striped cone, and there was a relatively normal-looking weather vane hanging rather crookedly off the side of it.

Mr. Weasley chuckled at the astounded look on Ryou's face. "We tried to make it look Muggle-like," he said. He looked like he expected Ryou to laugh or something.

Ryou sighed and asked, "What's a Muggle?"

Mr. Weasley started in shock and then relaxed. "Oh, I forgot you were new." He explained. "A Muggle is a non-magical person."

Ryou turned back to the house and studied it for a while before saying, "No offense, sir, but I think whoever designed the house got a little carried away…"

Mr. Weasley looked at it and shrugged. "It's okay, and besides, it's so far back that we couldn't get humiliated anyway. Only wizards live in this part of the neighborhood, and most of them look just as bad as ours if not worse."

Ryou had to suppress a shudder at the thought of a house worse than theirs.

Fred laughed in the front yard. "Welcome to The Burrow," he grinned. "It's what we call our house."

~~What an appropriate name. It's so small rabbits could live in it and not even be able to fit.~~ his yami commented dryly. ~~If I'm being sarcastic, it's only by a little. I am seriously not joking. You have to stay here until September 1st???~~

~Yeah, I hope the inside is better.~

Ryou made his way to the front door without his suitcase because Mr. Weasley was using what seemed like a 'long wooden stick' as Bakura called it, or a wand, in Ryou's language, to float the suitcases and trunks into the front door. Ryou hung back nervously until the parade of suitcases had floated through the door until he stepped in and took a look around.

~~You know, I'm starting to wonder if these people are rabbits.~~ Bakura commented dryly.

Ryou had to agree, although he didn't like criticizing other people. The kitchen was kind of neat, especially the clock. The hands had the names of the Weasley family written on them, with different locations written on the outside of the clock. All the hands but two pointed at 'Home'. The other two, which Mrs. Weasley explained were their other two sons, Charlie and Bill, were pointed to 'Work'. Ryou admired the clock for a while, then stared at the dishes that were being washed. No one was washing them, but obviously there was a spell cast that made the dishes wash themselves. The spoon in the pot on the stove was stirring itself.

The living room had papers spread all over the floor. Harry explained that that was Hogwarts summer homework. Fred and George cut him off and said those were order forms. But for what, they wouldn't say. Ron and Harry groaned. "Not this again!" they said in unison.

"Fred, I thought you promised never to make those again," Ron sighed. "You always said it was homework."

"Our fingers were crossed," George reassured him.

"Not very reassuring," Harry muttered, and everybody but Ryou laughed, who didn't have a single clue what the heck they were talking about.

A seemingly hyper owl was zooming around a cage that was set up in a corner. "Shut up, Pig," Ron scowled, and threw his jacket over the cage to muffle his squawking.

Bakura laughed. ~~Pig? What kind of name is that???~~ Ryou raised an eyebrow at the strange name.

Then he looked at the stairs. They were spiral stairs, like the kind that you might find in a creepy, outdated old castle. Except that they weren't old, crumbling, gray stone like the castle ones. They were creaking, wooden stairs that were painted in bright colors. The stairs themselves were bright orange. The rails were painted in flaming red that perfectly matched the color of the Weasleys' hair. The whole thing looked very rickety. Ryou wasn't sure if he would want to climb those stairs at all, but he supposed he had to.

Dinner was delicious. They were celebrating, apparently, Harry's return to their house. Mrs. Weasley cooked dish upon dish of delicious foods, both foreign and everyday. Ryou ate quietly and tried not to draw attention to himself. He was just waiting for tomorrow where he could possibly meet Yugi and half of the rest of the gang.

Harry and the others tried to involve Ryou in evening activites, which apparently involved setting off fireworks indoors, but he decided to go up to his bedroom for bed. He just couldn't wait until tomorrow. He let Bakura out of the Ring and fell fast asleep to the sound of exploding coming from downstairs.

The next morning they were up at the crack of dawn to prepare for a busy day at Diagon Alley. Breakfast was just as delicious as lunch had been, and much more decorative. They ate in the kitchen, which still had a few rainbow-colored sparks fluttering around in it from the fireworks last night. After that Mrs. Weasley took a cracked flowerpot from the mantel of the huge brick fireplace, the only thing that looked fairly regular in the house. She reached into it and felt around.

"We're low again," she said to Mr. Weasley. "We'll have to get more at Diagon Alley. Oh well…guests go first in this household!" She offered the jar to Ryou and Harry. Harry took a pinch of the glittering powder in the jar. Ryou just stared curiously at the flowerpot.

"W-what am I supposed to do with it?" he stammered.

"Oh, dang," Harry said. "I forgot. Um, Mrs. Weasley…Ryou's never traveled by Floo Powder before."

Mr. Weasley smiled. "It's simple," he told Ryou. "Harry can go first. After that you can go. Quite simple, really. Just take a pinch and watch them."

"All right," Ryou said, and took a small bit of glimmering powder. Then he transferred it to his right palm.

Harry stepped up right in front of the fire, which was crackling merrily and occasionally sending out sparks of various colors. Then he threw the powder into the fire. The fire raged in the fireplace. Ryou shrank back. He shouted, "Diagon Alley!" and stepped into the fire! With that, he disappeared, and the fire returned to its normal state.

Ryou gulped. Everyone was looking at him. "Your turn, Ryou dear," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Don't fidget," Ron supplied helpfully.

"Keep your eyes and mouth closed, and only breath out unless you're really out of breath," Mr. Weasley warned. "The soot can get overwhelming at times."

"Wait until you see Harry, dear, or you might as well fall out at the wrong place." Mrs. Weasley said.

"Keep your elbows in," Fred said, winking.

Ryou threw the powder into the fire. It roared and turned green. "So I just yell and then go in?" he said nervously.

"Yeah," George said. "It's easy," he encouraged.

"Diagon Alley!" Ryou shouted, as clearly as he could. He stepped in and immediately took a mouthful of soot. The fire whisked him away…

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~Kirbie~