When I said I would try and do some writing on the drive back, I forgot that I get very travel sick so instead I slept most of the time trying not to throw up... But I managed to write some of this the day after (as I had work that night and couldn't do it then...) I've been really busy with revision and I didn't want to post half a chapter.
Anyway I still own nothing, on to the chapter.
Bakura spent the next few hours alternating between resting in his soul room and checking on the still sleeping Ryou. At what he estimated to be about four hours later, he frowned as he felt the body wake up. Neither he nor Ryou were controlling it, so it was impossible for it to have awoken by itself. As Bakura stood up, intent on entering the body as investigating what woke it up, he felt it lay back down in sleep, whatever outside presence that had forced it awake now gone. He glanced once more back at Ryou, checking he was still sleeping restfully before leaving his soul room to wake up the body.
/Mrs Weasley/
Mrs Weasley frowned as a sleeping white haired boy was brought into the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place along with Harry's escort and placed on the couch. After shepherding Harry away, she turned to Moody, questioning who he was and why he was there. To the first question he had no answer, but he visibly shocked her with his answer to the second.
"We found him asleep on the Dursely's couch, completely oblivious to the shouting that was going on around him. Harry said that he managed to kill a dementor, he said he stabbed it. Fletcher said he'd seen him around the street quite a few times this last week, looking closely at Harry's house as well, so we decided it would be best to bring him back, even if it is just to question him."
Mrs Weasley turned to the unconscious boy, before looking back at Moody. "You said he killed a dementor? But that's not possible!"
Moody nodded "I know but that's what Harry said, apparently with a knife as well."
Mrs Weasley pulled out her wand, pointing it as the boy. "Accio knife." Both her and Moody gasped as not one, but fourteen knives flew from a variety of places under the boy's clothes. They places the array of knives onto the table, away from the couch. She pointed her wand at him once more, "Ennervate." The boy's torso shot upright as he awoke and his eyes snapped open but he made no further movements. Mrs Weasley waved a hand in front of his blank, unmoving eyes, frowning as there was no reaction.
She turned to Moody, "Are you sure he didn't get Kissed?"
"Pretty sure, Harry said he helped bring his cousin home before falling asleep."
She frowned again before raising her wand, "Stupefy." The boy's eyes shut once again as he fell back onto the couch. Just as she turned away to talk to the other members of the Order gathered there watching the exchange, the boy's body shot up once again. He jumped upright, crouching slightly on the floor, eyes slanted as he assessed the situation. Mrs Weasley gasped and stepped back slightly, away from the threatening glare sent her way, raising her wand with the others stood there.
/Bakura/
Opening his eyes slightly, Bakura assessed the situation he was now in: an unfamiliar room which he didn't fall asleep in, full of unfamiliar people. So he did the only thing one can in that situation- he prepared himself for an attack. He crouched down slightly, crimson tinted eyes flickering from person to person, taking in the sticks they held like weapons. He turned his glare to the motherly looking ginger woman, realising that she might be the one most inclined to give him information. He glared at her for a moment longer, before softening his gaze and waiting until she lowered her stick slightly before standing upright and speaking, in the most innocent way he could.
"Uh- Wh-What am I doing here?" He suppressed a smirk at the confusion on the people around him at the sudden change in his demeanour. He'd copied Ryou enough times now to make people lower their guard, he had it down to an art.
The ginger woman blinked, "You were unconscious on the couch of someone we were picking up, we felt it was best to bring you along. What's your name, duck?"
Bakura resisted the urge to growl at the demeaning, but probably well meaning nickname, instead saying, "My name? I'm Ryou Bakura, but call me Bakura." He smiled sweetly at her as he stated his name, grin widening as she smiled slightly back. His smile faded quickly though as the grizzled man with a weirdly blue eye stepped forwards, pointing his stick closer to Bakura's face.
"Right then, Bakura, we have some questions for you. Firstly, which knife did you use to kill the dementor?" He pointed to the array of knives on the kitchen table, causing Bakura to frown as he realised they were all his.
"D-Dementor? What's a dementor?" He asked, due to both his curiousity and to keep up his innocent act. "Do you mean the weird spectre that attacked me?" He widened his eyes dramatically, pretending to show surprise. He stepped forwards as the grizzled man nodded, and pointed to the knife he had killed the now named dementor with. "It was this one." He smiled slightly, reaching his hand out to pick up said knife but paused as the man spoke.
"Stop right there, boy."
Bakura frowned before grabbing the knife and, moving before the incompetents in the room registered it, wrapped his arm around the grizzled mans neck from behind leaving the knife to rest against his jugular. "My name isn't 'boy', I told you, I'm Bakura." He growled out, dropping the innocent persona. His crimson eyes narrowed as the others raised their sticks, even as a maniacal grin stretched its way slowly across his face.
"What're you going to do? Give me a splinter?" He laughed at the outraged looks on their faces as he insulted their apparent weapons. "If you want him to be kept alive, you'll all lower your sticks." He waited, but soon realised that they weren't inclined to listen to him, so sighed slightly before moving his knife. He sliced lightly into the man's neck, deep enough to draw blood but not deep enough to properly injure him- after all, he didn't want to kill his hostage now did he. Bakura wrapped his other arm closer around the man's neck as he lifted the knife towards his mouth, licking off the warm blood along the blade. He laughed again as he saw disgust on all of the watchers faces. He repositioned the knife before threatening them again. "I'm serious here, if you want him kept alive, then you'll lower your sticks, and then answer my questions."
He watched as they all lowered their sticks in compliance, and then started questioning them about why he was there and who they were.
"You were seen outside Harry Potter's house on multiple occasions this week, and you were conveniently there in the tunnel when the dementors attacked, so we decided it'd be best to bring you here and question you." One of the gathered people stated, Bakura wasn't sure who.
"Harry Potter? Who's that? I haven't been anywhere apart from down my road, to go shopping, and to the park which is where I was before taking refuge in that tunnel." Bakura frowned.
"Wait," the ginger woman paused as all the attention in the room shifted to her, "you said down your street?" Bakura nodded. "Do you happen to live on Privet Drive?"
Bakura nodded again, "Number 17."
The ginger woman sighed slightly, "So you just live on Harry's street, you weren't there to capture or kill him?"
"Who even is this Harry person, I don't know a Harry." Bakura ignored the talking that broke out upon this statement, checking instead that his hostage wasn't trying to escape him, which luckily for him he wasn't. "Right, I think that's everything I wanted answered, so here." He pulled back his knife, sliding it back into his inner pocket of his jacket as he pushed the slightly shocked hostage towards the other people in the room. He didn't even have a chance to breathe before he was suddenly knocked into his soul room, shoving Ryou into control of the body. He sat dazed on the bed for a second before he heard a thudding that could only indicate that Ryou had also been forcibly dumped into his soul room and that the body was now once again unconscious. He sighed before settling into his bed, intent on getting some rest whilst he could in this crazy building.
/Mrs Weasley/
Mrs Weasley sighed in relief as she saw the boy move the knife away from Alastor's throat, raising her wand quickly so she could stop the threat when he was least expecting it. This Bakura boy had managed to shock every member of the Order with his sudden personality shift and violent nature, as well as the ease at which he took Moody captive. As soon as Moody was out of the way, she quickly Stupefied the boy, expecting him to fall back into the couch he was standing in front of. Instead there was a split second of no movement, before he blinked, brown eyes looking round in confusion. Bakura went to take a step forwards, but Lupin managed to catch him unawares and Stupefy him once again. He fell in a slow arc back onto the sofa, where he lay unmoving apart from his breathing.
She turned towards the others, "I stunned him when he released Alastor, but it didn't work. Does anyone know what happened?"
"Are you sure it hit?" Tonks asked from the back, Mrs Weasley nodded in answer.
"I've seen that before." Everyone blinked and turned towards Bill, "We were curse breaking and someone didn't disable the trap properly. He attempted to attack one of the others, so I Stupefied him, and he seemed to go back to himself. It took a second stunner to knock him out completely." He paused, and then his eyes widened. "I think this kid is possessed."
Bit of a cliffhanger there...
Again, vague physical descriptions as Bakura doesn't know names, and at the end Mrs Weasley refers to Ryou as Bakura as thats who she thinks it is.
The next chapter might be a little while as I only have a vague idea and I go back to school tomorrow (and then it's only three weeks till my AS exams...) and I don't want the chapters to be rushed.
Thanks to everyone who favourited and followed this story already- you've given me some motivation to actually continue this story, and thanks to Grin for reviewing- you really helped motivate me to write more and it's been a while since I've read such a nice review (especially one that didn't just say "update"). Thanks again, please review on anything you like/dislike- this may seem cliche but it really does help motivate me to write more if people are actually showing interest in the story.
