Edited as of 12/8/14 - Responses to reviews were deleted.

Yami Bakura will be called Bakura. Ryou will sometimes call Bakura "Yami."

Yami -Dark

Hikari -Light

Yadonushi -Landlord, host

/Ryou to Bakura/

/Bakura to Ryou/

"Language other than English."


Dissociative Magics

When Ryou woke up, he heard someone yell something his throbbing brain refused to process. He struggled with his eyelids before he could pry them open, blinking away the accumulated sleep. He continued blinking long after, as the twins staring down at him didn't reduce to one.

Ryou started to push himself up to a sitting position, and a groan escaped his throat in reaction to the aches of pain radiating from his muscles. He instead decided for Bakura to take control, but found the yami's soul room locked. Helpless, he opted for gathering information from the redhead and possible hallucination.

"Where-"

Ryou didn't get a chance to finish his question as a stout woman burst into the room, shooing away the two. She carried a plate piled high with food and a goblet of some drink. She set the dishes on the side table, and felt his forehead.

"Where am I?"

She looked startled. "Sorry?"

Ryou blinked. English. Right. He tried again, this time in his native tongue.

"You remember that piece of paper Remus showed you before you came in?"

"What paper?"

"The one that, after you read it, made the house appear."

Ryou started to shake his head, but stopped, not wanting more pain. "I don't know anything about any paper. The house was just there."

"What?" she squeaked.

Another throb of pain. "I'm still feeling unwell from the apparation."

The woman smiled, uneasy melting away in matronly understanding. "I'm Molly Weasely, mother of Fred and George, the twins who were just in here. You gave us quite the fright earlier. You need rest, try to sleep."

Ryou said nothing, trying again at Bakura's soul room.

By the time Ryou was able to rouse a groggy Bakura, a few hours had passed. Bakura shifted through his memories and realized, with a mental shout of fury, that they knew next to nothing about any of this situation.

/You deal with pain better than me. You take over./

Bakura took control, allowing Ryou to retreat to his soul room to rest.

"Hey, Hermoine! I think he's waking up!"

"Ron, not so loud!"

A growl rose in Bakura's throat, and he pulled himself into a sitting position. A boy and girl about his hikari's age stared at him in curiosity.

"What do you want?" he snapped at them. The girl shrunk away, revealing an easily bruised nature. The boy retaliated.

"You can't talk to us like that!"

Ryou's headache had carried over to Bakura, and it made him irritable. "And why can't I?"

The boy's face went as red as his hair and he spluttered out something Bakura couldn't make sense of, even though Ryou's memories had taught him English. Bakura looked around the room, noting the faded wallpaper and empty picture frame before coming across the plate of food. He grinned and dug into it with vigor. The redhead made a face; the girl walked out of the room.

The redhead muttered, "Why did I get stuck with the prat?"

Bakura paused in his ravaging of the food. "The name's Bakura. Ryou Bakura."

He snorted, but replied in kind, "Ron Weasley."

Food finished, Bakura fell back asleep.


"-and this is Nymphadora Tonks, but she likes to be called Tonks. She's a metamorphmagus." The last person at the table waved, flashing a grin at Ryou as her hair turned snow white to mirror his own.

Over the past few days, Ryou had barely been able to get out of bed, relying on Bakura to deal with the pain to be able to make it to the stairs and back. His body still ached with every muscle movement, albeit it hurt less than it had when he first woke up, and so this was the first time he had made it to the dining room. He had already met the Weasley kids and Hermione. This morning Mrs. Weasley introduced him to everyone else.

"Ryou," started a man with long black hair; Sirius. "What did you do to your hair?"

"I didn't do anything to it. I'm albino."

Sirius blinked stupidly. "What's an albino? Is that some sort of muggle gang name?"

Ryou glanced at the other faces around the table, most which looked equally curious. He had never had to explain it before.

"No, this is my natural hair color. I have albinism; it means there's no pigment in my hair or skin."

"Huh. Weird."

/He's calling you weird because of your hair? Has he seen this place?/

"What is this place?" Ryou cast around for something other than his genetics to talk about.

"Grimmauld Place, Number 12," Sirius answered with a kind of bitterness mixed with the warmth one would use when remembering childhood memory, resulting in a grim tone. "But Lupin already told you that."

Ryou might have tilted his head to the side in confusion had his neck not been aching.

Sirius continued on, "This used to be my family's house, but they're all dead now."

The sudden action of Sirius spearing his fork viciously in his steak made Ryou jump. "And good riddance! Dark wizards, the lot of them."

Ryou tried to ignore Bakura's growling.

"I inherited the house and offered it to Dumbledore for use as the Order's headquarters."

"Order?" Ryou asked.

"The Order of the Phoenix. A secret society. Formed by Dumbledore to combat Voldemort. It was recently regrouped because of Voldemort's return and the threat of more attacks."

Mrs Weasley broke in at that moment, "I'm sure Ryou doesn't need to hear any more into that. He must be exhausted and should get some sleep. He'll need plenty of rest to face the excitement of Harry's arrival tonight."

"Albino-boy's been sleeping ever since he got here," Tonks complained, "Can't you let him stay a while?"

Ryou sided with Mrs. Weasley, commenting, "I am pretty tired."

The redhead practically glowed with elation, moving by the boy's side. "See? Now come along, dear, I'll help you."

Ryou let Bakura have control for making it back to bed, and Bakura grudgingly accepted the stout woman's help.


Bakura woke up to yelling. Lots and lots of yelling. It complained about mythical creatures, not being told anything, and been stuck for days in one place. All in all, it complained about everything that Bakura and Ryou had gone through in the past week.

It also brought back the headache he thought had vanished yesterday, returning with renewed ferocity. He tried to block it out by digging in deeper in the bedding, but the shouting refused to be muffled. Finally, he took the offensive approach.

"For the love of Ra, shut up!" he yelled at the initial yeller, a four-eyes with messy black hair.

Ron and Hermione stared at him, as though surprised the shouting had woken him up. The new kid stared at him, as though surprised he had white hair.

"I've been here for a total of four days, and all those four days I'm been aching all over, with barely any time time awake to have anything explained to me! Ra, I only learned yesterday that I was in London! You probably know more about this wizard stuff than I do right now!"

The new boy went slack-jawed, but recovered and asked the other two, "Who's that?"

"Ryou Bakura," Ron answered, with a hint of loathing, "He's been having mood swings since he got here-"

"Ron! He's in pain! People can be very irritable when in pain!"

"-He's been here, as he said, four days. He had a weird reaction to apparation and now spends all his time sleeping."

Bakura rolled his eyes and tuned out after that., muffling a huff in his pillow. Ryou appeared in spirit form to watch and listen to the conversation. He steadied his heart rate back to normal, and prepared to drift back to sleep. That is, until two loud cracks further hurt his ears. There was a high-pitched twittering and flap of wings.

Hermione said something he couldn't quite hear, and he adjusted himself somewhat on the bed. They seemed determined to keep him awake, so he might as well know how they were doing it.

"We thought we heard your dulcet tones." One of the twins. Bakura couldn't be bothered to adjust again to see which, and Ryou couldn't tell them apart.

"You don't want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out." So the boy's name was Harry. "There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you."

Bakura spoke up, "He shouted loud enough to wake a 3,000 year old spirit from Ancient Egypt."

The room went silent. Bakura could see Harry's red face from Ryou's spirit eyes.

"We thought you were asleep," Ron muttered, barely above a whisper.

"I imagine one would wake up when a conversation is held in the same room."

"Er - sorry, mate."

Harry resumed conversation, passing over the awkward subject that was the foreigner. "So you two passed your apparation tests, then?"

The conversation became nothing he couldn't find from Ryou's memories later, and he settled back into sleep.

"Ryou? Ryou, dearie?"

Bakura woke up shortly after he fell asleep to Mrs. Weasley's voice, whispering his hikari's name, trying to wake him gently. He blinked, and she continued.

"Ryou dearie? Do you think you're up for eating downstairs today?"

He and Ginny followed Mrs. Weasley down the stairs, the two redheads helping him when needed. At the bottom of the stairs Bakura relinquished control to Ryou, who had to stop and lean against the wall to catch his breath, the constant pain having transferred back to him. He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating more on his breathing.

Ryou heard voices speaking in a foreign language and opened his eyes. He at first spotted a row of mounted, shrunken, shriveled heads. Turning his own head, he saw Lupin, Mrs. Weasley, and Tonks at a door, waving sticks around and speaking that strange language. The locks and bolts sealed themselves.

"We're eating down in the kitchen," Mrs. Weasely whispered to the trio of stragglers when they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Harry, dear, if you'll just tiptoe across the hall it's through this door here-"

CRASH

Everyone jumped at the almighty crash.

'Tonks!"

The curtains Ryou had passed by that morning flew open, revealing a life-size portrait of an old woman. Ryou and Bakura couldn't help but be fascinated, ever interested in the occult. The sickly woman screamed and screamed, clawing at the surface of her painting, trying to tear into those pulling the curtains over her.

"Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, begone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers-"

Ryou stared at the spectacle, unable to do little else. Tonks dragged a huge blue leg he had seen earlier to a standing position, apologizing the entire time. Mrs. Weasley went down the halls, pointing a stick at other paintings, which froze as she passed. Sirius charged in, engaging in a shouting match with the screaming portrait until he and Lupin managed to force the drapes closed.

Panting and brushing matted hair out of his face, Sirius turned to Harry.

"Hello, Harry," he said grimly, "I see you've met my mother."

"You-"

"My dear old mum, yeah," said Sirius, "We've been trying to get her down for a month but we think she put a Permanent Sticking Charm on the back of the canvas. Let's get downstairs, quick, before they all wake up again."

Ryou didn't know what a Permanent Sticking Charm was, but from the name, assumed it was a 'charm' to stick something permanently. The conversation after that turned into a repeat of that morning, and so he sat down at the table -with some help from Hermione- and closed his eyes for a moment.

Ryou awoke to a sound like a car skidding on its brakes, and experienced a fleeting moment where everything paused before Bakura took over and threw them to the side. He heard a crash when he hit the wall.

"FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!" screamed Mrs. Weasley, "THERE WAS NO NEED - I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS THIS - JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC NOW, YOU DON'T HAVE TO WHIP YOUR WANDS OUT FOR EVERY TINY LITTLE THING!"

Groaning, Ryou lifted his head to see broken shards of glass and some kind of drink splashed where he had been sitting a minute ago. While he paled shades lighter than his normal pallor, Harry and Sirius were having a grand laugh at the whole thing.

"Ryou! Are you okay?" Hermione rushed over and helped Ryou to a new seat. He grimaced from the blossoming pain, but managed a smile.

"I'm fine, Hermione. Thank you."

Ron scowled and muttered, "How come he's so polite with the girls and a prat to me?"

/Because Ryou's the polite one./

"-Bill didn't feel the need to Apparate every few feet! Charlie didn't charm everything he met! Percy-"

Mrs. Weasley stopped dead, glancing at her husband with a frightened look, whose expression was suddenly wooden.

"Let's eat," said Bill quickly.

"It looks wonderful, Molly," said Lupin, ladling stew on to a plate for her and handing it across the table.

Mrs. Weasley sniffed, and served heaps of food on to a plate, which she handed to Ryou. He was dismayed at the amount, but thanked her nonetheless.

Nibbling at his food, Ryou noticed everyone excluding him and Harry engaged in conversation: Mrs. Weasley talked about cleaning with an unenthusiastic Sirius, Tonks morphed her nose to the delight of Ginny and Hermione, Mr. Weasley, Lupin, and Bill discussed something about goblins, and the last three Weasleys listened to Mundungus tell a story about selling the same frogs to a guy twice. Ryou didn't hear much of interest or anything that might help him know more about his situation, but he knew Bakura was interested in Mundungus.

Soon enough, the talking died down, and the room filled with yawns. Ryou found it hard to keep his eyes open.

"Nearly time for bed, I think," said Mrs. Weasley with a yawn.

"Not just yet, Molly," said Sirius, pushing away his empty plate and turning to look at Harry. "You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you's do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort."

Just about everyone at the table jerked in their seats at the first syllable of that last word. Bakura tensed at the back of Ryou's mind.

/What has them frightened? Who is this 'Voldemort'?/

"I did!" said Harry indignantly, "I asked Ron and Hermione but they said they're not allowed in the Order, so-"

"And they're quite right," said Mrs. Weasley. "You're too young."

"Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions?" asked Sirius. "Harry's been trapped in that muggle house for a month. He's got the right to know what's been happen-"

"Hang on!" interrupted George loudly.

"How come Harry gets his questions answered?" said Fred angrily.

"We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing!" said George.

Sirius joined in the argument and he and Mrs. Weasely volleyed retorts like a tennis match. It ended with Mr. Weasley saying that Dumbledore said they had to fill Harry in on a few things. Lupin implied that someone would eavesdrop and later tell Harry a garbled version. Mrs. Weasley tried one last time to banish the rest of them to bed, but Ginny was the only outcast; the twins being overage, Harry the one to be told, Hermione and Ron would be told anyway, and Dumbledore must have had a reason for insisting Ryou come to headquarters.

In the following discussion, Ryou learned a few things: This Voldemort didn't want to draw attention to himself; only this Order knew of his return; he was scared of Dumbledore; he wanted followers, he didn't like this Ministry; Voldewart, the Ministry, and Dumbledore were all on different sides; giants were real, the Ministry hated hard work; this Daily Prophet was filled with lies; and Voldemort was after a weapon of some kind. And if Ryou read between the lines, they implied that there was war on the horizon.

Mrs. Weasley interrupted Harry before he could ask further on the weapon. She demanded they go to bed and reprimanded Sirius for giving away too much information. None of them had an argument to go against her. Mrs Weasley beckoned to the kids, and one by one, they marched up the stairs. She followed them up and made sure they wouldn't sneak back down. She returned to Ryou, who held up a hand to stop her from helping him up. In his head, he sorted through all of the information, Bakura giving the occasional comment.

"So let me get this straight: The weapon is probably something that will gain him a lot of followers or a tool that will kill this Dumbledore man. If it's suddenly found out Voldemort is still alive, there will be three major sides to this war: Voldemort's, Dumbledore's, and the Ministry's. People would think the Ministry lied to them, considering the Daily Prophet, and that would knock their choices down to two. Those on Dumbledore's side would construct another group or army, assuming this Order stays secret. And if Voldemort kills Dumbledore after the new group is created, lots of people would join both sides, with very few feeling safe enough to stay on the sidelines. But if Voldemort kills Dumbledore at the same time he reveals himself to the world and not anytime before, there would be panic, and most would assume Dumbledore's army had been destroyed or disbanded, and so you have the Ministry and Voldemort left to side with. However, everyone would, again, believe the Ministry lied to them, and so nearly everyone would join Voldemort's side, with the rest hiding away someplace they couldn't be detected. That's why he's laying low and searching for that weapon. Is that right?"

Ryou finished his rambling and noticed the room had gone silent. He ducking his head and blushed as he realized everyone was staring at him with gaping mouths.

Bakura took control, lifting his head, and continued, with an innocent facade, "If this weapon is really that dangerous, why haven't you destroyed it yet?"

Lupin snuck a glance at Mrs. Weasley. Seeing as she looked on the verge of fainting from that analysis, he stood and walked over to Bakura. "Ryou, I think it's time for you to go to bed."

Bakura nodded and allowed himself to be helped up to bed. Halfway up the stairs, he heard Sirius's comment.

"I think I know why Dumbledore wants him to join the Order."


Author's Notes

That ramble of Ryou's was a little babbling I did after I summarised the Order's explanations to Harry. I originally intended it to be said to the twins, Ron, and Harry after they had all gone to bed, but thought to do this.

Hey, anyone know what that 'weapon' is? If it was ever revealed, I must've forgotten what it is. Is it the prophecy?

Disclaimer: Some sentences have been copied straight from the book. I myself am annoyed by the overuse of -ly adverbs in the book.