Summary: Dark forces are at work, but then again, they have always been at work. Lord Voldemort seeks to control the ancient "magic" wielded by the Herald of Gentle Darkness, and it just so happens that the Herald is Harry's new DADA professor. But what is a King without his court? There's more than just one new professor, and more than just one power at large.
Rating: T (may be bumped up in later chapters)
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh or Harry Potter. Rights to © Kazuki Takashi and J.K. Rowling
Author's Note: This is a rewrite of the original chapter. All rewrite details plus more information are on chapter four.
You Can't Turn Back
-("Tick Tock," Said the Bird)-
"WATCH OUT!"
"What - OW!"
"I told you to watch out!"
"Well excuse me for not listening. Your accent makes it hard for me to understand you,"
"That joke was so funny I forgot to laugh,"
"Ha ha."
The brown-haired man rubbed his forehead where he hit his head on the stop sign while his blue-haired friend was laughing his head off. Colorful words ran out of his mouth in Japanese as the blue haired one laughed even harder. Judai glared at Johan as if it was his fault that he hit his forehead on the stop sign (although it was part of the reason why).
Johan finally stopped laughing after a while as they walked into a restaurant and sat down near a window table. Aqua had called them to meet her in the restaurant and was the other half of the reason why Judai bumped into the stop sign.
-{Flashback}-
Ring Ring Ring! Ring Ring Rin –
Judai flipped open the cell phone only to be greeted by a 'AHHH!' he pulled it a friendly distance from his ear before he made sure it was okay to put it back to his ear again. An argument was on the other line, spoken in English while Judai waited. Finally it stopped as the person who called him answered the phone.
"Hello Judai! I'm sorry about that. Something was… flying at me," Aqua's voice carried from the other side. "How are you?"
"Flying at you? Are you alright?" Judai asked quickly and was met with chuckling on the other side. "I mean, I'm fine."
"I'm perfectly fine, don't worry. It was a tiny accident that will not happen next time," half-way through the sentence, her voice distorted into something a bit deeper and layered. Something heavy dropped on her side.
"Aurelia…?" Judai asked hesitantly, and immediately pulled his phone away from his ear as a high-pitched screech resounded from the other side.
"Oh my God you stupid book I swear I will rip you to shreds and burn you in front of your family—"
"Aurelia. Calm down," Judai responded, though his eyes were now golden and his voice took on the same layered tone as the one heard through his cell phone. There was another large crash.
"I'm sorry, Haou, but I'll just meet you at Sushi Kappo Kawasaki, that restaurant that Kenzan promised not to go in again," Aqua replied, now fully back to herself now that she had kicked her counterpart out of control.
"Hn," he said, but she had already hung up. Judai fully took control of his body again and stuffed the phone back into his pocket.
"Watch out!" Johan warned.
"What - OW!"
-{Flashback End}-
Thus was the reason why Judai had a red spot on his forehead and why they were at a restaurant. Johan was looking at his menu curiously deciding on what to eat while Judai was ordering almost everything in sight. Johan felt a bit of pity for the poor waitress writing down Judai's orders and interrupted him (much to Judai's dismay).
"Excuse me, I think I'll just have a strawberry milkshake," Johan said and the waitress gave him a relieved look before slowly writing it down. Just before she decided to escape before Judai started his rant again, Johan stopped her. "And we have a few more friends coming. If we could get something like a value order that would be great."
The waitress nodded and bowed before scurrying to the kitchen to put the orders in. Johan leaned back and gave a look to Judai who was sitting across from him at the table.
"I was just getting to desserts!" Judai whined and he sighed again.
He was going to regret asking this. "How much did you order?"
"Excuse me! Coming through! Sorry!"
Aqua pushed past the people in the bustling city of Domino. Her destination was a restaurant not a long ways from where she was now. Walking was much easier than taking the underground metro or driving a car. It was rush hour, and it was the worst time of day to be stuck in traffic.
Beep beep beep! Hoonnnk!
"Hey move it already!"
"It's still red light!"
"We're going to be late for a doctor's appointment!"
"Oh well!"
"You want to handle this physically?"
"I thought you'd never ask!"
Now that you know why, we will now turn our cameras back to Aqua.
Aqua pushed passed the crowds, trying to run through every gap she could see. If an Olympic gold medalist saw her speed now, they would envy her. The spirit in her head, her 'darker' counterpart, was tired of shifting through all these people and decided to take over ("HEY—!").
Aqua's used-to-be long blue hair had now turned dark and almost black, unfortunately causing a clash of colors with the wardrobe her other half had chosen. It was a pale blue dress that reached her knees with thick straps over her shoulders. There was nothing fancy about it; it was just a plain casual dress with ruffles and a wavy skirt.
Aurelia took a deep breath and counted to three before taking a much more aggressive approach. She threw her body into the crowd, causing the people to scatter in panic and, in turn, create a path for her to clearly get to her destination without obstacles.
She stopped in front of the place and checked in with her reservation before heading in and to Judai and Johan's table.
Sushi Kappo Kawasaki, Domino City, Japan
"I just ordered a few dishes, honest!"
"And what does 'a few dishes' translate to in your language?"
"Strawberry shortcake, some beef, a bit of sushi, along with most of the main course section... Oh! And I told the waitress to get us some chocolate ice cream after our lunch."
"Good Lord, Judai,"
He continued to go on and on and on and on about everything he ordered. Johan sighed for another time that day, same old Judai: whose stomach was an endless black hole even back when they were seventeen. He also wondered if they could pay for all of it.
He corrected himself.
Of course they would be able to pay for it! How stupid was that question?
Their salaries (from each month) combined could buy a three million dollar mansion and still be able to buy one more. Goodness, Kaiba Corporation gets money by the second and that was where they got salaries from. Seto Kaiba has already expanded his products all over the world, and Great Britain was next. The day Kaiba doesn't come up with a new machine to invent is when hell freezes over.
Johan looked out the window, ignoring Judai's list of foods he ordered and the ones he would have liked to order. The brown-haired teen-at-heart seemed to be in his own little world, not noticing his friend across the table at all.
Johan blinked, and then leaned closer to the window as he saw something peculiar. Were the crowds… separating? It was rush hour, and such a huge crack in traffic could only be caused by people who were either a) famous or b) frightening.
As he realized who was running down the cleared pathway, he realized it was, c) both.
The woman ran up to the restaurant, adjusting the straps of her bag as she did so. After a quick chat with the receptionist at the front, she made her way over to their table. Johan waved lightly and was greeted with a nod.
"Hello to you two," she said as she slid into the seat next to Judai. He scooted over to make room for her.
"What did you do?" Johan asked. Aurelia faked innocence, though it was easy to see through it.
"Who? Me? Johan! You big meanie! I would never do a thing!" she said, acting like a five-year-old who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Johan raised his eyebrows.
"I even saw you Aurelia, what did you do?" Judai asked and Aurelia sighed. If Judai paid attention, then she was caught red-handed.
"Well, I was tired of dodging everything and everyone, you know. That's like being a thief—" (there was an angry snort in her mind) "—so I decided to take a more direct approach. I pushed my way out of the crowd," she explained, grinning. The grin was lost as her eyes returned back to blue instead of gold, and her hair was its normal shade again.
"To be more exact, she slammed into the person in front of her, which created a domino effect and made everyone try to stagger out of the way before they were hit," Aqua clarified, sighing. "She never changes, really. I didn't want to disturb anyone."
"Same old Aurelia," Johan joked and they all shared a chuckle. "But besides your counterpart's shenanigans, why have you brought us here?"
Earlier That Week, Fossil Dig, Melbourne, Australia
"Look, my family owns this dig and I'll be happy to fire you if you don't hand this phone to my friend named Jim Cook."
"Y-Yes m-ma'am!"
The man hurried over to one of the holes in which a team of experts were carefully excavating fossils. A man with a cowboy hat and his right eye wrapped in bandages handled the fragile specimens, dusting them off carefully as he carried them back to the workbench.
"Jim, the person in charge of this dig is on the phone right now and wants to speak with you," Jim looked up as the man handed him his blue cell and stormed away angrily, colorful words spilling out of his mouth.
"Hey Aqua, that you? You sure got the figjam mad as a cut snake if ya ask me," Jim said as he dusted off his hands and placed the tools in the plastic container nearby.
"Actually, that wasn't… me…" Aqua replied sheepishly and Jim laughed, sitting down next to his crocodile, Karen. He ran his fingers of her scales and she made a content noise.
"But I am funding this dig, though. That part was true," she continued and Jim raised his eyebrows, though he knew she couldn't see it. After a moment of silence she huffed. "Okay, half of this dig."
"And the other half is me," he said proudly.
"And the other half is you," he could almost see her rolling her eyes. "But enough about that. Jim, I know you work on fossils for a living, but ever done any work on runes?"
"I think I had some experience in a dig back in Egypt and learned a few things," he said, opening a canteen of water. "Karen, open up—I took a class afterwards, if it helps." The crocodile next to him opened its mouth and he proceeded to pour all of the canteen's contents into it.
"Eeeh," she sounded unsure, but a few more words exchanged between her and another person on the other side seemed to quell her doubts. "Jim, I have a friend who needs some help with filling in positions in his school, and I thought you might be able to help out."
"Sure, what do you need?"
Number Four Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey
And so the guardian and the king became one,
And so the companion and the queen took form,
And so the knight and his vessel were done,
And so the kingdom and its inhabitants mourned.
Dark was the world without its light,
And dark was the world created,
A comet shall be the only guide,
A comet shall be for the fated.
Every story tries to be different,
And yet every story tries to be the same.
But this story strives for reunion,
And reunion to its name.
Harry Potter, resident world savior number three, woke up from his dream. He didn't get a nightmare this time, or a replay of what happened in the graveyard last year during the Tri-Wizard tournament. He didn't get a vision of what Voldemort would do or what he was doing. He got a poem about some world without light and comets and kings and queens.
Rubbing his eyes, the Boy Who Lived slid off his bed, reaching for his glasses. However, before he could find them, he caught something unusual on the other side of his window. Frowning, he stepped closer.
"Is that… a comet?" he asked himself, squinting his eyes to get a better view. "Why isn't it moving?"
And suddenly the comet changed direction, heading straight for him. In his panic, he ducked and put on his glasses, knocking the floorboard where he kept his wand loose. A few minutes passed with no collision, and he hesitantly looked up again.
The comet was gone.
Sushi Kappo Kawasaki, Domino City, Japan (Present Time)
"Mmm. This dish is very good, what is it?"
"Sushi. To be more specific, rice with raw salmon on top."
"Delicious. I have to teach the house elves how to make this."
"House elves?"
"Elves that make our food at Hogwarts, do the cleaning, and most of the housework things."
"Oh."
The old man took another piece of sushi off the plate, before munching on it merrily. Judai had stayed true and ate everything that he had ordered, and then some. The two others were engrossed in their own conversation while waiting for another one of their group to arrive.
There was a loud shriek from the front desk, and all four of them stopped their dining to look in that general direction. A man with a typical cowboy outfit and a crocodile attached to his back had entered the building, and he currently trying to help the lady regain consciousness. After a few minutes he sighed and called over security before making his way over to their table.
"Hey, mates," he greeted, tipping his hat as he slid into the seat next to Johan. "Looks like Aqua chatted both of you up as well."
"And made me run into a pole," Judai murmured, stuffing another plate of fried rice into his esophagus. "But I'm fine."
"Well, I think it's about time I introduced myself," Dumbledore said, wiping off his mouth with a napkin and straightening the wrinkles on his robe. "I'm Albus Dumbledore, which, is not my full name, but the whole thing is rather tedious. You can call me Headmaster Dumbledore."
"I assume you all know about magic, yes?" he asked, and the rest of the group nodded. They had been in some weird dimensional travels even before this, and perhaps that could be called 'magic'. "Well, you see, my school is a school for witches and wizards, and to teach the next magical generation how to use and bend magic to their will."
He stopped to let it all sink in, and the party had varying reactions. Jim, who had already been briefed over the phone a week ahead of time, nodded in acknowledgement and exchanged a few questions with Dumbledore on his subjects. The other two, Judai and Johan, shared glances before zoning out.
"Okay so there are other types of magic," Judai commented as his golden-eyed counterpart paced back and forth in the hall of mirrors.
"Of course there are," Haou replied, sitting down on a chair that phased into existence. He leaned his elbow on the armrest and his chin on the back of his hand. "Their magic seems weaker, though. Like they need a medium to channel it through."
"Woah, you can sense that?" Judai asked and his counterpart sighed.
"Earth to Judai and Johan, we miss you," Aqua said, waving her hand in front of the two. Johan blinked and smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. Judai blinked as well, and in a moment his eyes were gold instead of brown, before they flickered back to their normal colour.
"I'm in need of some new professors for the school year, since a lot of them decided to abscond away to their families," Dumbledore continued, bringing another piece of sushi to his mouth and eating it. "Which is the reason why miss del Sarto called you here."
"Aqua is fine," the said woman replied. "I don't think Professor del Sarto really fits. I might have to actually take my father's surname, oops."
"Aqua it is," he replied, clapping his hands together to grab everyone's attention again. "Anyway, she said that you might be able to take up these positions. The ones open right now are Defense Against the Dark Arts, Arithmancy, and Care of Magical Creatures. Mister Cook here has already accepted the invitation to teach Ancient Runes."
As if on cue, the Australian tipped his hat at Judai and Johan, who were the only ones left out of the loop.
"If I may ask," Johan started, pushing aside a couple of plates to lean his elbows on the table. "What exactly is Arithmancy?"
"Oh right, I almost forgot," Dumbledore replied with a chuckle. "Arithmancy is the study of numbers, and their magical properties."
"Numbers have magical properties?" Judai blinked.
"Of course! For example, the most famous Arithmancer is Bridget Wenlock, who discovered the magical properties of the number seven centuries ago," the old wizard explained.
"Lucky number seven," Johan realized, and Dumbledore nodded. "I'm not usually one for math—not to say my math skills were abysmal—but magical properties in numbers. That seems extremely interesting!"
"Usually, I would require you to take some sort of exam before I enlist your help, but time is rather short. It's only a month before school starts."
"What do you suggest?"
"I'll give you access to all of the Arithmancy books in the school's library and beyond, though I don't think you'll need any more once you see the size of the library itself. It's rather huge," Dumbledore said, a twinkle in his eye. He took pride in his school. "And you will be required to at least know the basics."
"Sounds easy enough," Johan replied. "I'll just have to get to studying real soon."
"Can someone please explain to me what just happened," Judai asked, blinking.
"Don't worry about it, dear, you'll hurt yourself," Aqua joked, hiding a smile behind her hand.
"Hey! I resent that!"
"Then I'll take it, since Judai here isn't so hot on math or studying," Johan laughed and Judai pouted.
"I will take Defense Against the Dark Arts, Headmaster," Judai suddenly said, his eyes glowing a light gold and his voice becoming somewhat layered. It was lucky that Dumbledore didn't notice the change. "I've had enough field practice to work out how to defend against such things."
/./I'm pretty much Prince of Darkness, so it can't be that hard././
/A warning before I get kicked out of my body would be nice!/
"Daichi would have made a great Arithmancy teacher though," Judai said, his voice and eye colour back to normal.
"Too bad he is still in Dark World with Taniya," Johan reminded him. Judai sighed and mumbled 'it was his choice'. Dumbledore clapped his hands again and all attention was focused on him.
"Thank you, you have been a great help to me," Dumbledore said, standing up from his seat. "I just need to find a Care of Magical Creatures teacher, and I will be set for the year."
Jim smirked and or smiled, it was hard to tell which one. "I think I have just the person for the job, Headmaster."
Number Four Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey
A white snowy owl flew through the open window of an orange brick house. A bundle of letters was attached to her leg as she landed on her perch, chirping for her owner to wake.
Fifteen year-old Harry Potter woke up at his owl's chirping and began to yawn. The owl stretched out her foot which had letters attached to it and Harry untied them. Each of the letters were written in fine parchment and ink, and each of them sealed with a stamp. Harry took the first letter he saw and broke off the seal.
Dear little Harry,
Hey Harry! This is Fred, or is it George? Either way its us. We just found out some juicy information concerning four of our Hogwarts beloved professors.
Harry could sense the sarcasm coming from the last few words, even if it was written in parchment.
And of course the usual Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Harry kept reading, each year he got a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and he wanted to know who would take the position this year. And perhaps not surprisingly, all the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers were connected to the yearly trouble at Hogwarts. This year was probably no different.
Turns out that Binns FINALLY retired and that Professor Vector, the teacher in charge of teaching Artihmancy, left to take care of some urgent family business. Our Ancient Runes professor wanted to spend more time with his family and Hagrid,
Harry stiffened. What happened to Hagrid? He was rather fond of the half-giant who first introduced him to the wizarding world.
gone off somewhere and said he wouldn't be returning until next year. And can you believe Dumbledore? He found all five replacements in one week! A new world record I think. And check this out Harry: all our new professors are foreigners! He got a person from Australia (amazing bloke isn't he?), two people from Japan, one person from Italy and the other from Norway! I don't know how but Dumbledore sure has a lot of contacts.
Harry's eyes widened at this. Dumbledore hired foreigners?
But we don't wanna tell you their names, mate. That would ruin the surprise! So be patient little Harry and wait until school starts!
See you later,
~Fred and George
Harry put down letter and picked up the next, still thinking about the new Hogwarts professors. This one was from Ron.
Hey,
Hey there, mate! Did you hear about the new professors? I think it would be cool learning from foreigners! Wouldn't you think that? Anyways, Hermione is being a pain again telling me to do my homework. School doesn't start until next month and guess what? She already finished hers! No surprises here though.
Later,
~Ron
Harry laughed at Ron's antics but agreed with him nonetheless. He only got half of his homework done and Ron still hadn't started. No surprises to him. The next was from Hermione.
Greetings and salutations.
Did you finish your homework Harry? I know you are much more responsible than Ron and you should have at least done something unlike him. And how are you Harry? Any nightmares bothering you?
Don't forget,
Hermione
Harry was happy to say no, no nightmares this whole summer actually. But he kept wondering about the poem he got in his dreams. Maybe things would clear up when he got to school, but first he would mail the poem to Hermione to see if she knew anything. He took a quill and a piece of parchment from the messy end table beside his bed and began to write.
Dear Hermione, Ron, and all of you at the Burrow,
I finished half my homework Hermione if that is enough for you. And I'm great, thanks for asking. I have had no nightmares so far this summer and I don't know why. But I kept getting this poem in my dreams lately, with flashes of monsters that I've never seen before. I'll copy the poem down to here so that you know what it is:
And so the guardian and the king became one,
And so the companion and the queen took form,
And so the knight and his vessel were done,
And so the kingdom and its inhabitants mourned.
Dark was the world without its light,
And dark was the world created,
A comet shall be the only guide,
A comet shall be for the fated.
Every story tries to be different,
And yet every story tries to be the same.
But this story strives for reunion,
And reunion to its name.
If you have any information, could you tell me when I get to the Burrow?
Thanks,
Harry
Number Twelve, Grimmauld Palace, London, England
After a few days, Hedwig soared back through the window of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Palace. The Order members gathered around the owl as Hermione untied the string and broke off the seal of the letter. She took the paper and read carefully.
"Listen," she said as she began to read aloud. "I have had no nightmares so far this summer and I don't know why. But I kept getting this poem in my dreams lately, with flashes of monsters that I've never seen before. Harry copied down the poem, here."
She handed the piece of parchment to Dumbledore as he read the poem aloud.
"Dark was the world without its light?" Dumbledore mumbled as the cogs in his head started turning. An imaginary light bulb shined over his head. "Yes, I think I've got it. 'Dark was the world without its light' is referring to a dark world. And 'dark world' is a term I heard earlier today."
"Pray tell, Albus, do you know what it means?" a short woman with fiery red hair asked.
"Yes, yes! I remember. Two of the new professors I hired said that someone by the name of 'Daichi' stayed behind at 'Dark World' by choice during the interview. Though I never knew what they were talking about."
"It's something to do with the new professors?"
"It is always something to do with the new professors," Dumbledore said and turned to a man with raggedy black hair in the back. "Sirius, do you mind if I borrow your library?"
"I don't mind at all," he replied and Dumbledore nodded, before setting off in the general direction of the aforementioned room.
"FILTHY MUDBLOODS GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! YOU BLOOD TRAITORS, A DISGRACE TO ALL PUREBLOODS!"
"Mrs. Black is at it again, come on Remus," Molly Weasley sighed as both she and a brown haired man stepped out of the room to quell the painting.
One Week Later, After The Hearing, Diagon Alley
"Come on Harry, it wasn't that bad, mate."
"I. Hate. Fudge."
"Don't we all?"
"Come on children, we have to buy your supplies!"
"Yes! I would like to go to Flourish and Blotts first, please; I heard that they have a new collection of books this year!"
Ron groaned at the thought of books. Hermione had finally convinced him to do at least some of his work and now they were going to get more books. Joy. "Do we have to, 'ermione?"
"Yes, Ronald! Books help you learn, and I hope that concept got into your head the last four years," Hermione replied as they walked into the bookstore. However, instead of the usual storekeeper behind the counter, it was someone new.
The woman looked in her early twenties and had long bright blue hair that reached her waist. Unlike most wizards, she didn't wear a robe but instead wore a white button up long sleeve shirt along with black jeans and white boots that reached her knees. She was wearing muggle clothing.
"What is she doing in those weird clothes?" Ron whispered to Hermione, who had gone off into the book maze as soon as they stepped foot into the store.
"She can wear what she wants, you know," she replied, sliding the ladder down the side of a bookshelf and plucking a tome from it. She skimmed through the first few pages before she put it back.
"But it's muggle clothing!"
"Perhaps she just came back from the muggle world. I don't know, Ron. Seriously, I don't know what everyone in the world is doing,"
"Hey, Ron and Hermione! Are you done? Because Mrs. Weasley is waiting for us at the counter!" Harry said as he came running into view.
"Alright, I'm almost done!" Hermione called back as she grabbed another book from the shelf. "Coming!"
She stepped off the ladder and ran after Harry with Ron bringing up the rear. Molly was waiting in front of the counter chatting up a storm with the woman behind the counter. As soon as she saw the Golden Trio coming from the book shelves she quickly gestured for them to come.
"Come on, we do not have much time," Molly said as Harry, Ron, and Hermione dropped their books on the counter and the lady checked them out.
"Say Mrs. Weasley, would you be interested in a discount?" she asked as she looked at the total price.
"Discount?" Molly had lightened up at the mention of saving some money.
"Aaah, yes. The storekeeper wanted to start something that would bring in more sales this year, so thus he started the family discount. You bring more than two children and buy more than two sets of school books and you can get thirty percent off."
"Of course I'd be interested!" Molly exclaimed and the two kept talking about the price of books. "Sure thing, here."
"Thank you, good luck Mrs. Weasley!" the woman said as she offered a kind smile and a wave as they exited. As soon as the group was out of sight and she made sure that no one could hear her, she sighed and stretched.
(I just met three of my students)
((One of them was the Boy Who Lived to die another day))
Tokyo International Airport, Tokyo, Japan
"Jim did what?"
"Yep, got me a new job-saurus,"
"Ca-Calm down Rei, I'm sure someone else can replace Kenzan,"
"I will not calm down, Martin! He is our best!"
"Calm down-saurus,"
"Grrr..."
Tyranno Kenzan and Martin Bonaparte sighed at Rei's temper. Jim had called earlier, telling Kenzan that he had gotten a new job for the wanna-be Drill Sargent. It was for teaching students about and taking care of magical animals (or creatures).
The trio was originally picking up Asuka and Fubuki from the airport until Kenzan got the call. Rei was extremely angry because one of her team was going away for a while.
"It's just a year Rei," Martin assured.
"Actually, it's more like seven or eight months! I won't even be gone for a full year-don!" Kenzan added, hoping to quell Rei's temper.
"Fine! Just one year, but then you come back!" Rei fumed.
"Understood-saurus,"
The two men sighed at Rei's stubbornness. They had been at it for hours until Rei finally agreed, but for a year only.
"Rei! Martin! Kenzan!" A cheery voice came from where a private jet had landed. The trio turned towards the sound of the voice only to be squished together by the owner. The three of them coughed and the man with long brown hair let them go.
"Fubuki! I sometimes wonder if we are related," Asuka said as she carefully stepped out from the passage leading from the jet to the airport. The five years that she had left Duel Academy had been kind to her, building up all of her physical features. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and she was wearing a gray business suit complete with red high heels.
"You're so mean lil' sis!" the man named Fubuki mock cried and she sighed. The Tenjouin siblings wanted to spend the rest of their vacation in their home country and Rei and the others came to greet them.
"Oh my God it's Fubuki-sama!"
"Ahh! Hide me!" Fubuki exclaimed as he hid behind Kenzan from the crazy fangirl. The fangirl only ran around Kenzan and shoved a cd album into Fubuki's face.
"Please autograph my album! I bought this as soon as it came out Fubuki-kun! I am a big fan of your music and you!" she said. Fubuki and Kenzan covered their ears, could this girl's voice get any higher?
"She's yours-don," Kenzan said and ran away from them to behind Rei and Martin. Fubuki quickly signed the album and gave her his trademark smile. She fainted happily. Fubuki sighed and walked back over to the others.
"I sometimes hate being famous,"
"Fubuki! Do you have a fever?"
Number Twelve Grimmauld Palace, London, England
The king wore armor almost all the time except when he was in his room. He walked down the narrow hallway of his grandiose castle and up the stairs to his balcony. That was where he checked his army, reading to conquer yet another land.
The large group of monsters below kept chanting something, a name. "Haou... Haou... Haou..."
Harry shot up, awake, but there was no sweat that covered him like every other time. He rubbed his eyes and searched for his glasses before putting them on and getting up. His roommate, Ron, was still snoring the days away while Harry opened the window to let some sunlight come in. Ron groaned and turned over, away from the sunlight as he pulled his pillow over his head. Harry went over and tried to shake Ron awake.
"Hey mate, time to wake up," he said, but Ron only groaned and swatted his hand away. "Breakfast is ready."
It had an immediate effect as Ron shot out of bed almost instantly.
"Seriously?" he asked and Harry nodded. "Sweet!" Ron got up and got dressed in record time before heading downstairs. Harry blinked.
"If only Ron was that fast when we were running away from the spiders in our second year," he mumbled to himself as he exited the room as well.
Madame Malkin's Robes For All Occasions, Diagon Alley, England
The bell jingled as a new customer walked in. She seemed to be very cautious of the place ever since she stepped in, but she had to get what she needed and get out. Besides, this was her only break, might as well make the most of it.
"Coming, coming!" came Madame Malkin's voice from another room. "That will be twelve galleons young man." She heard a jingle of coins being passed from one person to another before a boy came out.
He had platinum blond hair and deathly pale skin, and wore robes with a green tint reaching all the way to his ankle. He looked at the woman at the door in disgust before walking out, murmuring 'mudblood' along the way. She rolled her eyes, but decided to ignore him. She would never get wizards' prejudices.
'Snob,' she thought as he shut the door behind him.
"Hello, dearie," Madame Malkin greeted as soon as she came out from the room. "What can I get for you today?"
The woman's face softened and turned with a smile towards Madame Malkin. "Sorry about that. Um... I came here to get an order placed by the owner of Flourish and Blotts," she said uncertainly. "And I wanted to buy a new dress robe along with other things."
"Oh, right! This way, dearie," Madame Malik led her to one of the fitting rooms and told her to stand on the stool while she went to get the measure. Moments later she came back holding a box and her supplies. "Now stand still..."
Unkown Place, Unkown City, England
A figure crept through the dusty shelves of the library. He was cloaked, his face shrouded in darkness as his hood draped over him. He crept stealthily, quietly, keeping to the shadows and darkness as he looked for a specific book.
At last he had reached his desired section, judging by the nod of his head as he looked up at the sign: section D - Dark World. The shelves were pretty bare here, seeing as not a lot of information was ever found about this place. The cloaked figure wandered down the aisle, stopping at a shelf which was completely empty except for one dusty book.
With careful and delicate fingers, he plucked it off the shelf. "After this long, I finally found you," he mumbled, barely above a whisper. His voice was slightly layered, and there was a dark, menacing tone to it. He exited the aisle and the section, going out the same way he came.
A fly landed on the dusty sign in the aisle that he had just exited. In capital letters, the sign said D - Dark World: K - Kings. The fly flew to where the book was once kept, and there was another sign placed there.
D - Dark World: K - Kings: H – Haou
Author's Note:
I'm evil aren't I? I left you with a cliffhanger! I tried to make this as long as possible, so don't kill me for leaving you with a cliffhanger! Even though I hate cliffhangers as much as you guys, I like making them just as much.
The poll on my page is now officially CLOSED. Apparently people like a certain someone to be the CoMC professor. Though it was kind of a shock when I saw someone vote Asuka.
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