Disclaimer: Not mine. I don't think, anyways…maybe it is? Nah…
Summary: Ryou visits his father in England, and Bakura wanders somewhere he shouldn't. Set after book Four! Chapter two, since you wanted it!
Oh why not do a second chapter? So many people have asked for it…so here it is! Bakura decides to go back to Diagon Alley!
:Ryou to Bakura:
:Bakura to Ryou :
2/17/06
Vampires In London
Bakura glanced about, grinning. Ryou was out of the house with his father, and had left Bakura alone. The yami could finally make it back to that odd magical inn he had visited before.
Slipping out of the house and locking it up again, he strode through the sunlit streets in the direction the inn was.
Near cackling with glee, he walked into the inn, smirking widely at the bartender, who paled slightly at the sight of him.
"W-welcome back sir," he greeted, backing discreetly behind the counter and intensely scrubbing a cup, avoiding Bakura's eyes.
:Bakura! Where are you: Ryou screeched suddenly through the mind link.
:Ow…tone it done Ryou. Use inside voices now.: Bakura chided, sitting at a table and leaning back.
:Bakura! This is serious! Where are you: Ryou yelled back, slightly toning down his volume.
:I'm back at the inn, ok: Bakura answered, grudgingly. Ryou was going to make him go home now. Oh well. He'll refuse and continue to have his fun here.
:What? After what happened last time? Bakura…: Ryou began.
:Relax, Ryou. I'm not going not going to do anything. I just want to learn more about this magic school, ok? I promise not to do anything.: Bakura assured his worried light.
:Well, ok then…I'll let you have a second chance…but you better hold to your promise. I'm warning you.: Ryou ended on dark note, the warning echoing down the link as Ryou cut it off.
Bakura shook his head, a slight smile on his face. His light could be very intimidating at times…if you're not looking at him that is. If you're looking at him when he talks like that it's just amusing. But if you can't see Ryou when he talks that way, it could send shivers down your back.
But Bakura was telling the truth. He wanted to learn as much as he could about this magic school…Hopforts? No…Ho….Hogforts? Closer…oh well. He wanted to learn everything that could possibly benefit him.
Ryou had three more days before he had to go back to Japan…Bakura could learn quite a bit in three days if he set his mind to it.
He walked up to the bartender.
"Could you show me the way to Diagon Alley again?" He asked, quite politely too. The bartender quickly scurried to the brick wall, tapped the bricks and then left again, leaving Bakura standing there grinning. He loved throwing people in loops with conflicting behavior.
He walked into Diagon Alley, and glanced about. Shrugging, he went in a random direction.
He saw one old shop and noticed the three kids from earlier going into it…hmmm….he decided to follow.
They were talking to a strange looking man, who had wide, pale silvery eyes.
"Ah! You need a wand, son?" Came the man's voice from Bakura's elbow, causing him to step back a bit in surprise. He hadn't even noticed the man move. That irritated Bakura. He normally was very observant of his surroundings.
"Uh…yes. Yes I do." Bakura replied. The three turned to look and noticed him, the red haired one flinching slightly and the other two shuffling their feet nervously.
"H-hello…Bakura, was it? Yes…hi. Nice to see you again." Harry managed, keeping a safe distance.
Bakura nodded absently to him, focusing most his attention on a tape measure that was moving complete of its own control and measuring him. The old man with the silver eyes was flitting about the shelves, taking down boxes.
"That's enough now." He told the tape measure, which flew obediently to the desk and fell onto it. Good. Bakura was about to break the damn thing. The man, Mr. Ollivander, handed him a wand from the box.
"Holly wood, phoenix feather, whippy." He said, and Bakura reached to take it. Before he even touched it the thing gave something that sounded suspiciously like a squeak of terror and flew across the room.
"Hmm..nope, evidently not. How about this one? Redwood, dragon heartstring, stout and very stable." This one Bakura actually was able to hold, but it emitted a jet of sparks that caught Ron's cloak on fire.
"Well, not that one either. Let's try this one! Heartwood, phoenix feather, flexible and springy." He handed it over.
Bakura shrugged and grabbed it, and suddenly the room was lit like a brilliant sun, then dark like the deepest night with no moon or stars visible. When it cleared, Bakura and everyone else blinked to get their eyes adjusted to the suddenly normal light that was filtering in through the old windows.
"Well…that seems to be the right one. That'll be seven gold Galleons." Mr. Ollivander said, packing the wand into its box.
One thing Bakura had made sure to learn on his trip through Diagon Alley was the money system. He had also 'collected' the different types for further 'study'.
He handed seven of the large gold coins to the man, and left, the three leaving as well.
"So…you're going to Hogwarts?" Harry asked. He wasn't sure if that was correct, since the boy looked about their age…but what was he talking about? The kid-yet-not-a-kid was a vampire. He probably had just been passed over a lot before finally being invited to Hogwarts.
"Uh…yes." Bakura answered. Hell, why not? It would be interesting to say the least…and Yugi and the Ra-cursed Pharaoh could exist in different countries…he'd just have to be sure to talk to Ryou about it first.
"What year?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know." He answered.
"Hmm…you'll have to talk to one of the Professors then. Probably Professor McGonagall." Harry responded. "Then you'll figure out which house you'll be sorted into, and how you'll catch up if you're placed in a different year than first."
That was an unforeseen problem…he wouldn't be on any roll sheets, or whatever these people used for those…he would be seen as an intruder and all his plans would go to naught. He'll have to be polite and find this Professor McGonagall to see if he can enter. Evidently, from listening to the three, you normally have to be invited to attend the school.
As he was thinking this, screams rang out and cries of "Dementor!" were shouted. People began running to shops and inns, as other wizards and witches, evidently authority officials or something like that, were running towards the source of the shouts.
Hmm…
"Come on, Bakura! We have to get to shelter! Dementors!" Hermione shouted, running off. The other two followed her.
He shrugged and decided to follow them, even though he was curious as to what 'Dementors' were.
A scream from ahead alerted him and he sped up.
Harry was lying on the ground, holding his head, and Ron and Hermione were facing off with a large, dark cloaked form that exuded cold and had a fearful aura. The two kids were sending out little wisps of silvery mist, which seemed to be keeping the thing at bay for the time being.
As he approached, he was suddenly aware that a white fog was beginning to shroud the area, and he began to feel hot, cold, terror, and utter hate all at the same time. He stumbled, falling to his knees, wrapping his arms around himself as he was suddenly plagued with is worst memories.
His times in Egypt…
His time in the Shadow Realm, naught but a vicious spirit.
Battle City…his abuse (Both verbal and mental) to Ryou….
The last series of memories were of him before he made his promise to Ryou…hurting the boy with both words and mental images and emotional damage. His eyes filmed over in red. He was not that way anymore. He had changed. No one should be showing him these memories when Ryou had forgiven him for all he had done.
Hissing through bared teeth shown in a snarl, he forced himself upright, and saw that Hermione and Ron were weakening, the creature was coming closer. He focused all his rage, hate, anger, pain, and fear at that damnable creature, that Dementor. He growled, pulling the black wisps of the Shadow Realm to him. The white fog was overrun by Shadows that swirled at their feet, and crept toward the Dementor.
Bakura stalked towards it, stiff legged, eyes glowing red and growling continuously low in his throat. The Dementor turned towards him, its hidden face seeming to mock his anger. It started forwards, and then hesitated as Bakura's snarl grew and his growl went deeper. His hair spiked wildly with the dark energy that swirled around him.
Voices spoke to him. His own personal demons…the spirits trapped within his Millennium Item…his Millennium Ring…they spoke to him, caressed him, swirling around within the Shadows.
Asking what he wanted.
"Kill." He snarled, mentally and physically. The Dementor seemed confused, and approached him again.
He attacked, his falcon headed knife appearing in his hand, the spirits of Kul Elna sweeping along with him.
He went into a whirling dance then, slashing and spinning, his knife making deep cuts within the creature's cloak, it turned around, unable to catch the quick thief, and the spirits flew around it, irritating but not quite deadly, distracting and taunting.
Bakura spun about again, his knife finding itself buried deep within the creature's chest area. The Shadows whirled, swirling up Bakura's body, along the knife, and wrapping around the Dementor, which struggled.
Then, it stiffened, and dropped limply to the ground. The Shadows and Spirits were satisfied with the soul they had taken, and Bakura dismissed them, pulling his knife out.
"What…explain yourself, young man!" came a woman's voice from behind him. He turned, and noticed a group of witches and wizards standing there. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were unconscious on the ground, and so Bakura was left to face the group of officials himself.
Joy.
Ryou was going to kill him.
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End.
Do you like? People wanted a second chapter…so here you go! I wanted it to be based after book Four, getting ready to head into the Fifth Book.