/Yami to hikari/

\Hikari to yami\

"Spirit talk"

"Parseltongue"

"Dream"

CHAPTER TWO

Harry glared at the seat in front of him. Beside him was a kid talking a mile a minute. About girls. The girl across from them was pretty, sure, but she had boobs. The other boy couldn't be much older than Harry, either. How he wished that the Dursleys had gotten him first class as well.

Harry was wearing a short sleeved shirt with his favorite card, Apprentice Magician, printed on the front, a pair of black skinny jeans, and a pair of purple and blue laced boots.

"Look, knock it off. I don't bloody care whether the chit is hot or not. You're getting annoying." The teen sneered at him.

"I bet you're gay."

"Well, you'd win that bet. Don't worry, I like my guys gay, so you're safe. Unless you have something to tell your father." The man was glaring as well.

"Arnold?"

"No way, dad. The kid's trying to deflect our attention."

"I'm shocked you know what deflect means." Harry muttered, looking back at his Tales of Beedle the Bard. He was reading the popular childhood fairytales for wizards.

"Do you want to repeat that, fag?"

"Excuse me? You did not just call me a cigarette!" People around them were laughing. "If you want to insult me, use the proper slang, it is queer or homosexual. Not a fag!" A flight attendant appeared. "May I move to an empty seat. They have a problem with me being gay." She nodded, and showed him to an empty row. "Thank you, Miss."

"It's no problem." Harry put his book away and went through his deck once more, ignoring the glaring boy from up front.

/That was great, Aibou./

\Yeah, well, he deserved it. You don't pick on someone. It's not right to be mean to someone who has no control over something.\

/I'm starting to understand your reasoning, Aibou./ Harry didn't even look when the spirit of the bracelet materialized beside him. /What are you planning?/

\I want to check out the Kame Game Shop. It's said to have an assortment of great games, and duel monster cards.\

/Is it safe?/

\Safer than Hogwarts.\

/Hogwarts?/

\On my eleventh birthday, I was invited to study at a magical school-\

/I know what Hogwarts is! I meant-/

\Hogwarts was after your time.\

/How old do you think the school is? Has some of the history been lost? It is still Hogwarts School of Wizardry, is it not?/

\I think it's been remade. Now it's Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.\

/Oh./

\Anyways, in my first year, I faced off with a mountain troll, Voldemort, a Cerberus, helped raised a dragon, almost got flung from my broom, and nearly lost my best friend when we were playing a life sized game of chess.\

/Chess?/

\Too complicated to explain without a game before us.\

/I see. And your second year?/

\We had a basilisk slithering through the pipes, attacking the school. I saved my best friend's sister from dying to revive the man controlling the snake. I nearly died. Last year, we had dementors everywhere, a traitor found out, saved a hippogryph from execution, and faced off with a werewolf.\

/Damn it, I should have been given to you earlier./

\It will be fine, Haru.\ Harry closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall asleep.

Harry stared coldly at his uncle.

"I'm free to do as I please so long as I don't get into trouble, hurt, kidnapped, and make it to our plane during the day we leave?"

"Boy do not give me any cheek!" Harry winced as his neck snapped to the side. His cheek throbbed as he glared at his uncle. Without a word, he stalked away, ignoring his uncle as he made his way through Domino City, looking for the Kame Game Shop.

An old man was outside, sweeping the sidewalk.

"Hello there, young man. Here looking to buy a game?"

"Maybe, I also heard you have a huge selection of Duel Monsters." The man laughed nodding.

"You're like Ryou then. A fan of the game, even if it hasn't hit the British Isles as hard as other places."

"Ryou? As in Ryou Bakura?"

/Did you say Ba-Ku-Ra?/

\No, Bakura, it's a last name.\ The old man nodded, grinning. "Wait, you're Solomon Muto. Yugi Muto's grandfather!"

"It's the hair, isn't it?"

/He looks like Siamun Muran./

\Who is Siamun Muran?\

/Someone long since dead./

\I'm sorry.\

/Don't fret, Aibou./ Harry sighed, running a hand through his black hair. Solomon's eyes locked onto his left wrist.

"You have a millennium item?"

"No, it is similar, but this is a focus, apparently. Of Priest Haru."

"I see. I'm sure my grandson and his boyfriend would love to see it. Would you mind staying for dinner?"

"No problem." Harry smiled, "if you'd like, I can cook for you." The man smiled his thanks, showing Harry to his kitchen. "Does it have to be Japanese, or can I treat you?"

"Whatever you are comfortable with." So Harry started to make spaghetti and meatballs with homemade breadsticks. A fresh garden salad was on the table, covered in a raspberry vinaigrette.

"Grandpa, who is cooking?"

"A friend, he is very kind and wants to meet you."

"I wouldn't call me a friend, Mr. Muto. We just met." Harry said, smiling at the man. "Please, eat-" Harry trailed off, and blinked. He was seeing double. No, one was dark skinned.

"My Pharaoh!" Harry flinched, nearly dropping the bowl in his hands.

"Haru!" The spirit was before him, hand outstretched for the dark skinned boy. "Don't do that!" That's when what he said, registered. "That's the Pharaoh that you're looking for? Are you sure? I thought we were looking for a spirit like you?"

"That is my Pharaoh, Harry! I would know him anywhere!" Haru snapped.

"Priest Haru, do not take your anger out on your light." The Pharaoh said, crossing his arms. "Your light is to connect you to this world. Should he wish it, I will take the focus and lock it in the Shadows."

"I am sorry, my Pharaoh." Haru said before turning to Harry. "And I'm sorry, Harry. Between your uncle earlier, and the fact my Pharaoh has already gained a body, I snapped at the one closest to me."

"Don't worry, I'm used to it." Haru instantly flinched at Harry's words.

"Yes, but I shouldn't be the one to do it. I'm supposed to protect you."

"Look, just drop it..." Harry noticed Solomon looking confused. "Haru snapped at me, because he was lashing out."

"Oh. Well, Harry has made us dinner, I suggest we sit down and eat it." Harry sat, and made his plate, last. He waited until everyone was eating before he touched his small meal. "Harry, my boy, I didn't invite you to dinner to starve you. You made it." Harry gave the man a confused look.

"I'm not starving. I have food on my plate. More than what I eat back home..." Harry flinched at the sharp looks he got.

"You starve yourself?" Yugi demanded, eyes searching.

"No. I don't."

/No, your family does that for you./

\Shut up, Haru.\

/You think I didn't notice that you haven't ate anything, except until today, since we met?/

\Please, drop it, Haru.\

/I won't! I can make them stop, Harry./

\No you can't. They have orders, no doubt.\

"ORDERS TO STARVE AND BEAT YOU?" Harry breath hitched when crimson and amethyst eyes landed on him.

"You idiot! That is no one's business but my own!"

"No, it's mine too! I won't stand for it, Aibou! You're too important." Haru touched his arm, and Harry felt a tingle go through his arm. "Not just because you're my partner, or a fellow child of Apep. You're important because you're you. You're Harry."

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not."

"Enough! I don't know what you are saying to Harry, Haru, but you let him eat, and stop making him upset. Harry, you are staying here tonight. Then you can go back to your hotel."

"I don't have a room in a hotel. My uncle saw it fit to tell me to take off, and not appear until our flight was ready to leave."

"Excuse me?" Solomon demanded, eyes narrowed. "Where is the phone, Yugi? I'm calling the police!"

"NO!" Harry yelled, eyes wide. "You can't. Something protects them, and makes it impossible for them to be separated from me! It will only backfire, and hurt me in the end! Trust me, people have tried before. It never worked." Harry wrapped his arms around his waist. "Please, just drop it. I don't want to hurt anymore!"

"Very well, but Harry?" Harry looked at the old man, blinking back tears. "I want you to get a cellphone, and call me should anything happen."

"Okay...okay I can do that, I think." Solomon nodded, and they settled into silence to eat. Yugi and Solomon decided that Harry shouldn't help clean up, and made the Pharaoh take him to the guest room.

"Why do I feel magic rolling from you?" The Pharaoh asked. "It's different than Priest Haru's and Shadow magic."

"I'm a wizard...I use my own magical core to produce magic. If I'm not careful, it can hurt me...to the point of killing me." Harry explained, sitting on the bed. "Can I call you by name? The Pharaoh sounds so weird in my head."

"You have my permission. It is Atem."

"Thank you, Atem."

"My Pharaoh, how long have you had your body and your memories?" Haru asked softly, reappearing from his soul room.

"About two years."

"My Pharaoh, why did you chose that boy?" Harry could hear a hint of jealousy.

"In our time, it was against the rules, Haru. I also felt love to you like a brother would. I'm sorry." Harry glared at him, before turning to his spirit and touching his arm.

"Haru, we will find out how to get you, your body once more. Once done, I'll help you find a boyfriend." For some reason, the thought of separating with this boy after so long hurt. They only met yesterday, yet Harry knew that there was a bond. It made him upset, to know that Haru had liked Atem.

/You're jealous./

\Excuse me?\

/Seriously. You feel like I did./ Harry's face lit up like a firetruck.

"I..."

"My other half needs his sleep, my Pharaoh." Haru stated softly, and the other left. "Get some sleep, Harry."

"Okay." Harry laid down, and was asleep in seconds.

Harry stared at the muggle before him with a smirk. "It seems that we have a visitor, Nagini."

"M-master, would you like me to take care of him." Harry looked over at Wormtail with a nasty smile.

"Very well, Wormtail. Kill him and feed him to Nagini." The rat of a man did as told. A flash of green light, and the muggle was dead. "Are the plans going smoothly?"

"Yes, everything is set to get him this year. You will have your true body once more, Master."

"Good. Very good. Nagini, lunch." Harry hissed at the snake, smirking as the snake swallowed the muggle.

Harry sat up, gasping. He was in his soul room, with Haru above him, looking worried.

"What was that, Harry?"

"I don't know...I don't know!" Harry started to cry over the old muggle who lost his life.

"It's okay, Harry. Shh. We'll figure this out."