Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Yu-gi-oh
Warnings: Rated T for mild language and violence and bad grammar ooh and Slash pairing
Summary: Harry always had different powers that he has never shown to anyone, a past that was never told, and a look that has never been seen. However, upon seeing Yugi a light without a dark he knows that there must be something that he can do so all of the sudden everything is being revealed and not even at a slow pace.
Author Note:Anyone that reviewed the first chapter can see a answer of a shout out there. I answered a couple that I thought relevant and the ones I liked the most, not to say that I didn't love all of my reviews, because I did love each and every one. Reviews are half the reason I write these stories to be honest. So yes please read and review this chapter as well and even if you don't thanks for reading and I hope that you are enjoying the story thus far. Also some of the dialogue, mostly things that don't involve Harrison are right from the book.
Recap:In the last chapter dementors were in the small town little wing, sent for Harrison(Harry) but were attracted to the one with the most negative feelings in the area, with at the time happened to be Yugi, the king of games. Harrison noticed that the bond between light and dark had been severed between Yugi and however his old dark was and knowing what would happen to the little light should it stay that way, Harrison bonded himself to him. In the end we learn that Bakura and Ryou then set out to find Yugi whom they had apparently had become friends with, set to protect the light.
Chapter Two:
Having got up from his kneeling position he picked up the fallen king of games and held him close before moving the little one into a bridle hold so he wouldn't fall. Securing his little one he started to move back to the place that, well he didn't call home, he knew that people would be looking for him. After that piece of magic that he had done he knew that the ministry would be after him as they no longer liked him after he claimed that his parents' murder was back.
Smiling softly though he looked down at the smaller teen in his arms and knew that it would be worth the trouble. Starting to take slow and smooth steps he made his way, trying not to wake the other who finally looked peaceful. Whispering into the air, "I will do everything I can to protect you, yet I haven't even known you all that long. You my little one are quite the person aren't you?"
The rhetorical question went unanswered as planned as the walk continued. Suddenly he thought he may have seen an older woman whom he used to have been babysat by in the distance. Soon enough he knew that he wasn't seeing things as he came close enough to make out the neighborhoods batty old cat woman.
He didn't have to worry about getting into more trouble with the ministry having already put him wand away, however as the seemingly muggle woman came closer she shrieked out, "You shouldn't have put that wand away idiot boy, there could be more of them around!"
"Oh and how am I to carry him and hold my wand at the same time pray tell?" His sarcasm getting the best of him in that moment.
The gray haired woman was slightly startled by the comment, something that she wouldn't have expected out of the great Harry Potters mouth, however she didn't know that the person she was dealing with now was no longer the Harry they knew and chalked it up as a bad night. Still slightly flustered she held out her arms, "Well give him here then. I will hold him up and we can both support him as you hold your wand."
Giving the woman a blank look he set the others feet on the floor and took one of the tri-colored haired boy's arms and put it around the woman's shoulder, doing the same to himself with the other arm. Pulling out his wand he nodded to the woman and they started making a trek to little wing, all the while the woman was cursing a man named Mungus Fletcher under her breath.
Ignoring the woman well she did so he focused on getting to safety so that he could check up on his little one properly. However the woman seemed to almost want him to make a comment on just what she was talking about so he commented, "Okay what are you talking about, who is this Mungus fellow."
Having some sort of idea about the people watching him already he supposed that he was one of them however there was no reason why he shouldn't try to gather more information when the chance presented itself.
"He was the man assigned to protect you in case of attack. After all I am a squib what could I do? I warned him that he couldn't leave without someone to cover him, Anywho it's a good thing that I had following I had a feeling that no good Fletcher would leave his spot! Mr. Tibbles came to warn me but it was already to late, you had left the house! Oh what will Dumbledore say…?"
He scowled lightly at the mention of that name, "So I was right and Dumbledore is behind the people following me around Figg?"
His words were rude but honestly he wasn't one to care and Mrs. Figg still thinking that he was having a bad day simply went with it, "Yes of course did you think that he would simply leave you without protection with You-Know-Who back from the grave?"
Ignoring the question he went to his next, "Why didn't you say that you were a squid?"
Almost as if the answer was obvious she spoke, "Dumbledore's orders, you were too young to know. I am sorry that I gave you such a horrible time when you were younger but if your family knew that you had a good time with me then I would no longer be able to come see you."
This answered a lot of questions and theories that he had made. Dumbledore knew that he wasn't treated the best. Harrison knew that the man didn't know the true extent of his families hate but to hear that the other knew that his family didn't want him to have fun as a child made him not like the manipulative man even more. Even though they were seemingly alike in many ways.
Once again Figg muttered, "Mungus Fletcher I am going to kill you!"
Just then there was a tell tale sound of a wizard appearing in the neighborhood and just in front of them popped a man. A strong smell of mingled drink and stale tobacco filled the air as a squat, unshaven man in a tattered overcoat materialized. He was also clutching a silvery bundle that Harry recognized at once as an Invisibility Cloak.
" 'S'up, Figgy?" he said, staring from Mrs. Figg to Harry and Dudley. "What 'appened to staying undercover?"
"I'll give you undercover!" cried Mrs. Figg. "Dementors, you useless, skiving sneak thief!"
"Dementors?" repeated Mundungus, aghast. "Dementors here?"
"Yes, here, you worthless pile of bat droppings, here!" shrieked Mrs. Figg. "Dementors attacking the boy on your watch!"
"Blimey," said Mundungus weakly, looking from Mrs. Figg to Harrison and back again. "Blimey, I..."
"And you off buying stolen cauldrons!
Didn't I tell you not to go? Didn't I?"
"I – well, I – " Mundungus looked deeply uncomfortable. "It's...it was a very good business opportunity, see..."
Mrs. Figg raised the arm from which her string bag dangled and whacked Mundungus around the face and neck with it; judging by the clanking noise it made it was full of cat food.
"Ouch – gerroff – geroff, you mad old bat! Someone's gotta tell Dumbledore!"
"Yes – they - have!" yelled Mrs. Figg, still swinging the bag of cat food at every bit of Mundungus she could reach. "And – it – had - better – be – you – and – you - can - tell – him – why – you – weren't - there – to – help!"
"Keep your 'airnet on!" said Mundungus, his arms over his head, cowering. "I'm going, I'm going!"
And with another loud crack, he vanished.
"I hope Dumbledore murders him!" said Mrs. Figg furiously.
As this progressed Harrison couldn't help but think that he may like that old hag just a little bit. She was not only funny but also has a wonderful attitude as far as old people went. Hearing the other man was buying stolen cauldrons was a bit of a surprise though, after all Dumbles wasn't the type to support criminal activity from what he know about the senile old man.
Walking into the house that they soon enough reached, he walked in without so much of a backward glance to the woman and went up to him room and up the stairs before carefully as possible he laid the delicate looking male onto the bed and tucked him in, smiling softly as he noticed the other snuggling into the bedspread. Gently he stroked the other males cheek before moving away from the other and starting to pace as quietly as possible. Knowing that he wouldn't have much longer before the commotion would begin over his magical mishap.
Scowling again he remembered that he was going to be pulling down his mask. Running a hand down his body he took off the glamour that had been hiding him from the world. His swimmers, toned body was shown to the world for the first time in a long time. The skin held a golden hue that spoke of a light tan. His hair was raven colored with a dark purple run through it. Finally the full extent of his emerald eyes was shown.
Going toward his closet he pulled out some clothing that wasn't what Harry Potter would wear but rather Harrison. Pulling on a pair on leather pants and an emerald green button up shirt he smirked as he looked into the mirror after putting his leather boots on as well. He looked sexy as hell and honestly he knew it. He wasn't going to deny the fact he was good looking, he hadn't since he got rid of those hideous glasses and replaced them with contacts.
Harrison's smirk faded a bit as he realized that he was going to have to go downstairs and deal with his relatives. He was good but not good enough to hide the huge wave of owls that he knew would be coming any moment. Plus if he stayed here at the moment then he knew that his light wouldn't get the rest that he needed. After all he knew his uncle, if you could call him that. So knowing that there was going to be shouting wasn't going to contribute to the others sleep.
Leaving the room with only the faint sounds of the soles of his boots hitting the floor he closed the door behind him with a small click. The steps became more loud and confident as he made his was down the stairs just in time to reach the kitchen as he heard a screech of an owl that swooped into the room, narrowly missing the top of Vernon's head, as it soared across the kitchen, dropped the large parchment envelope it was carrying in its beak at Harrison's feet, and turned gracefully, the tips of its wings just brushing the top of the fridge, then zoomed outside again and off across the garden.
"OWLS!" bellowed Uncle Vernon, the well-worn vein in his temple pulsing angrily as he slammed the kitchen window shut. "OWLS AGAIN! I WILL NOT HAVE ANY MORE OWLS IN MY HOUSE!"
Harrison looked at Vernon with a light smirk, loving the explosive temper the other was showing yet again. Loving it even more when he was the one that caused that rather disgusting temple pulsation. Bending down slightly he picked up the envelope and ripped it open and running his eyes across the the neatly written and professional words.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We have received intelligence that you performed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three minutes past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle.
The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Secrecy has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand. As you have already received an official warning for a previous offense under section 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statue of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 A.M. on August 12th.
Hoping you are well,
Yours sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk
Improper Use of Magic Office
Ministry of Magic
Reading it twice just to make sure that he didn't miss anything he narrowed his eyes at the paper. This would be problematic but it was fixable. Dumbledore was most likely already working on the solution to the problem. It may be best for him to just let them take care of it for now. However he didn't like the fact that they seemed to think he would just hand his wand over to them. Either the old man fixed this or they may have a fight on their hands.
Trying to ignore his uncles ranting he continued to think of just what he would do when a resounding CRACK filled the kitchen;
Petunia screamed, Vernon yelled and ducked, Harrison however simply searched for what had caused the disturbance. He spotted it soon enough: A dazed and ruffled-looking barn owl was sitting outside on the kitchen sill, having just collided with the closed window.
Ignoring Vernon's anguished yell of "OWLS!" Harrison crossed the room at a smooth sprint and wrenched the window open again. The owl stuck out its leg, to which a small roll of parchment was tied, shook its feathers, and took off the moment Harrison had pulled off the letter. Hands moving fast due to his curiosity, Harrison unfurled the second message, which was written very hastily and blotchily in black ink.
Harry –
Dumbledore's just arrived at the Ministry, and he's trying to sort it all NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE'S HOUSE. DO NOT DO ANY MORE MAGIC. DO NOT SURRENDER YOUR WAND.
Arthur Weasley
He resisted the urge to scoff lightly at the letter. Of course he wasn't going to surrender his wand. He appreciated the effort the other went through to write this as it seemed that his so called friends couldn't go through the same effort to make sure that he was okay during the summer. Wiping his mind of such thoughts he frowned and continued to think this out.
Thoughts ran along the lines of did Dumbledore have the power needed in the government at the moment to override the ministry and actually fix the problem. In the end he supposed the best the others could do was get him to keep his wand, not destroyed until after the trail. All things considered that was a good deal, it could have been better had the man not gone down the idiotic path of saying he believed that the snake bastard was back.
Harrison looked up at his relatives. Petunia glanced despairingly at Vernon. The vein in Vernon's purple temple was throbbing worse than ever. "Who are all these ruddy owls from?" he growled.
"The first one was from the Ministry of Magic, expelling me," said Harry calmly, smirking lightly at the older male's appearance at the moment. He strained his ears momentarily to catch possible noises outside in case the Ministry representatives were approaching, and it was easier and quieter to answer Uncle Vernon's questions than to have him start raging and bellowing.
"The second one was from my friend Ron's dad, he works at the Ministry of Magic." Putting extra unneeded stress on the word magic if only to piss off his uncle.
"Ministry of Magic?" bellowed Vernon. "People like you have government?" Soon after he simply spat out, "What are the letters for?"
Calmly he coninuted to talk, "Its simple I have been expelled from school and someone is working to fix it as we speak."
Vernon simply looked more bull at every word the teen stated. Almost incapable of forming words, but was spared the struggle by the arrival of the third owl of the evening, which zoomed through the still-open window like a feathery cannonball and landed with a clatter on the kitchen table, causing all three of the Dursleys to jump with fright. Harry tore a second official-looking envelope from the owl's beak and ripped it open as the owl swooped back out into the night.
"Enough – effing – owls..." muttered Uncle Vernon distractedly, stomping over to the window and slamming it shut again.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Further to our letter of approximate twenty-two minutes ago, the Ministry of Magic has revised its decision to destroy your wand may retain your wand until your disciplinary hearing on 12th August, at which time an official decision will be taken. Following discussions with the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Ministry has agreed that the question of your expulsion will also be decided at that time.
You should therefore consider yourself suspended from school pending further inquiries.
With best wishes,
Your's sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk
Improper Use Of Magic Office
Ministry of Magic
Reading through this twice as well he noted that he was correct about what was happening as far as his hearing went. In Augest he would face a most likely set trail though, and he would need real evidence if he was going to get out of this as unscathed as he hoped he would.
"Well?" said Vernon, recalling Harrison to his surroundings. "What now? Have they sentenced you to anything? Do you lot have the death penalty?" he added as a hopeful afterthought.
"I've got to go to a hearing," said Harrison smoothly.
"And they'll sentence you there?"
"I suppose so." He replied again still composed.
"I won't give up hope, then," said Uncle Vernon nastily.
"Well, if that's all," said Harrison, getting to his feet. He was desperate to be alone, to be with his light that was in his room all alone at this very moment. Vernon simply stayed still trying his best to calm the fiery temper that he possessed. WHOOSH. With a clattering, a whirring of wings, and a soft fall of dust, a fourth owl came shooting out of the kitchen fireplace. This time even Harrison was annoyed he wanted to go see his light.
"FOR GOD'S SAKE!" roared Uncle Vernon, pulling great clumps of hair out of his mustache, something he hadn't been driven to in a long time. "I WILL NOT HAVE OWLS HERE, I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS, I TELL YOU!"
Just wanting to get this over with Harrison was already pulling a roll of parchment from the owl's leg. Ignoring Uncle Vernon's ongoing rant about owls and narrowing his eyes against a second cloud of dust as the most recent owl took off back up the chimney, Harrison reads Sirius's message.
Arthur's just told us what happened. Don't leave the house again, whatever you do.
The letter was simple and to the point, and not what he wanted. All of his letters made it sound like he was doing something wrong when really he did something right at the time. Saved his light, set a bunch of souls free. Honestly he did care at least a little bit more than he wished about the people that surrounded him on a day to day basis despite his attempts to not make this connection. The least they could do was show that they cared but there were not even asking if he was unhurt in the letters.
Harrison took a deep, steadying head was beginning to ache again. He wanted more than anything to get out of the kitchen , away from the Dursleys. Wanting his light with him. It was fun in the beginning of teasing Vernon but the bond between him and his light was new and he wanted to be with him and cement it, this didn't seem like it was going to happen at the moment.
However he just couldn't take much more of this and started to walk up to his room, ignoring his uncle calls to know what was on the letter. Upon entering the room he locked the door and moved to sit on the bed before his light with a sigh of relief as he ran a hand threw the others hair. Headache fading a bit as he looked at the other with softened eyes. At least one good thing came out of this mess.
~Elsewhere~
Two gray haired teens continued to look for their friend, worried and angry that they lost him. Soon enough though they would find him, they entered a place called Little Wing. The more evil looking of the two snorting with disgust at the cookie cutter housing. The other elbowing the other at his rudeness. They continued to walk, they would find their friend.
Chapter Two: End
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