The Dark Lord shuffled through the basement of the old Riddle House, avoiding the fallen supports as he made his way further into the shadows. Ever since he had possessed Potter it felt like their connection was broken. He couldn't since the boy's mind anymore even though he prodded the link using his formidable powers that he had gained from studying the Dark Arts. What was bothering him though were the thoughts creeping into his mind that were not his own, whispers in his most private moments that were driving him mad!

His red eyes winced as he struck his bare toe on one of the old dust lined chests that filled the basement ever since he murdered his father and grandparents, and twisted around grabbing his foot, only to stumble backwards and catch his knee on a fallen plank of wood sending him crashing onto his back. By all the darkest arts he hated this old house and its crumbling structure. The only reason he refrained from moving into the Gaunt's shack was because it was in even worse condition and to small to host his Death Eaters. He couldn't go to their homes because the Aurors and Hit Wizards were on high alert, especially after the catastrophe that happened when he tried to steal the prophecy from Potter.

"Oh Tom, ToOoOm," a broken whisper filled the basement of the old Riddle Manor. Its terrible breath seizing the heart of the darkest wizard in centuries with terror. "Oh, how long its been since I got to speak to little Tommy. You blocked me out, his from my voice behind your little walls, but you made a mistake, Tom. Flesh, Blood and Bone. Seven powerful items. That seems awfully familiar, Tom. Read any good Spellbooks lately?"

Long pale fingers gripped the sides of the snake-like face of the dark lord as he shook his head in denial. "No! I got rid you a long time ago. I don't need imaginary friends," he hissed as he lowered his hands to his side. "I am the Dark Lord Voldemort now, I have a legion of men at my beck and call and I don't need some imaginary creature anymore."

"Tommy," the voice echoed throughout the basement ringing through the shadows before a pair of glowing yellow eyes appeared in the shadows against the ceiling, staring down at the wizard with obvious malicious glee, "who ever said I was imaginary?"


The raven haired teen sipped the tea he had ordered at the small cafe and went over the cards in his two decks; the one he had built last night and the one given to him by Narcissa Malfoy after defeating her son, Draco. While his own deck was built from cards he had felt a deep connection too, Draco's seemed to be a reminder of the night of the third task, death and resurrection. If it wasn't for the fact that Draco was overly confident in power and strength alone, it would have been a much more difficult battle.

His green eyes flicked up to the woman sitting across from him as he had no other way to describe her now. Nymphadora Tonks seemed to be a defeated woman, her hair laying around her head was a dull brown and hung in layering strips. Her eyes were dulled in what seemed to be pain that made Harry's insides clench at the thought of just what could have made her look so defeated, his only answer being the death of her second cousin, his godfather, Sirius. She was still wearing a rock band shirt, switching from her usual Weird Sisters to the similar muggle band Twisted Sister, which was pulled tight over a pair of breasts that seemed larger than usual. Her blue jeans were basically painted on to a firm apple bottom that he didn't remember the auror having last year.

"... after the aurors were arrested, Rufus Scrimgeour decided to crack down on the Order of the Phoenix," she was telling him morosely as she held her tea between her hands. "Any auror found to be in league with a 'vigilante group'", she said moving her hands to make air quotes, "was relieved of duty. When I found out about this tournament, I thought I'd come watch it. My mother was raising a fit about these cards being dangerous and it was irresponsible to leave them in muggle hands, no idea what the old woman was talking about, so I thought I would check it out for Dumbledore. Never thought I'd run into you here."

"Sirius helped me buy my first booster pack," he answered sadly after putting his cup back on the table. "I've been working on it and expanding it since he bought it for me, but I'll always keep the pair of cards from that booster pack in my deck," he said holding up his Dark Magician and Dark Magician Girl. "I had to stop the horny dog from running off with her a few times while we were trapped in that house. I don't want to think about what he might have been planning for it."

The witch snorted as she shook her head at the thought. "A man gets lonely in prison, Harry."

"EWW, don't need to know, Tonks," Harry said with a groan. "Well, I suppose if you are wanting to watch the tournament you can stick with me. I plan on getting into the finals and I have a side mission as well. I'm sure Dumbledore will tell you to either take me back or stick with me if you contact him anyways."

"The Order was in a right tiff about you taking off like that," she said with a disappointed frown that didn't even seem to faze the teenager. "I'll stick around, but once this tournament is over its straight back to Surrey for you, mister."

"I'm sure," Harry said with a grin as he slid his two monsters back into his deck. Seeing a few cards in Draco's deck that he thought would work well in his deck, he began to shift them around, swapping out a few of his cards for the monsters, spells and traps that he could see for a few surprise strategies. "Let us finish our teas and then we'll need to go back out on the streets to find a few more duelists so that I can get my last two locator cards."

The finished their teas and stepped back onto the road in time to see a duel start up between kids. Harry grinned as he watched Kuriboh take to the field before the opponent set down a Watapon. The kids were young and he could tell they were just trying out the advanced duel disks while a man and a woman stood nearby talking, keeping an eye on the children, and were probably the parents. Turning he began to lead the way down the street, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans as his crimson coat whipped around his legs as he walked.

"Its almost noon, I guess most of the duelists are beginning to head into the city," he said explaining to his companion why he had chosen that direction. "I only need two more locator cards, so I guess I'll miss out on Pegasus' little mini tourney that he set up."

"Come this way! Come this way!"

A man standing near what looked like a warehouse was shouting from nearby. He was wearing a purple suit with a blue and black stripped bow-tie and undershirt. A mask of black and blue stripes was firmly sitting on his face beneath a top hat with matching stripes sat on his head with purple brim set to match his suit. Harry's eyes narrowed as he caught sight of the duel disk on the man's wrist and began to make his way over, followed by a surprised looking Tonks.

"Greetings, greetings," the man said as he spotted them approaching. "My name is Pandora Arkana, magician and duelist extraordinaire! Why, I'm so good I can even preform feats that will amaze and baffle the most skeptic of critics while performing a duel!"

"Huh, I've never seen a mu-gician," Tonks said catching her self at the beginning of her slip. "How about it, Harry? You can duel him while I watch his magic act!"

'Be careful, Harry,' the Thief whispered in his mind. 'I can sense something off about this man.'

"Sure Tonks," Harry said with a fake grin toward the older woman. "I've never seen a magician either, let alone duel one. I'm sure we could take a break to see what he can do."

"Well then, come on come on! Since you'll be assisting me as my opponent, I suppose I can wave the fee for you," Arkana said as he waved for the two to follow him as he stepped into the warehouse with the wizard and witch following.


"How the Hell did this happen," Harry demanded to know as he was trapped with large shackles trapping him up right against what looked like the center ring of a circus. Across from him he could see the deranged magician holding his duel disk aloft as if everything was fine. However, things were not fine as a pair of giant whirling saw blades were spinning just feet away from him.

Tonks had already cast several Alohamoras at the locks but they seemed to be protected by a magic even the auror couldn't get through. She had then tried casting a stunner at the magician across from them only for him to remain standing even as the spell slammed into his chest.

"I'm afraid your modern magic won't work," Arkana said, his voice seemingly mixed with the voice of someone else. "Pandora Arkana is one of my rare hunters, Miss Tonks, and his mind is currently under MY control. This little trap was meant for the Pharaoh but when Arkana over heard you talking, well, I just had to find out what Pegasus was up to! This is how the game will work, each time one of our life points drops, those saw blades will grow closer and closer until one of you hit zero. Once you lose, those blades will saw through your legs and you'll bleed out!"

"You're insane," Tonks said to the man across from them.

"He's no worse then the other lunatics I have to deal with," Harry reminded her as he lifted his hand to activate his duel disk. "So, tell me, do you even have any locator cards?"

"Arkana isn't part of the tournament," the voice spoke through the magician. "The only reason he has a duel disk is because he was selling them. I just want whatever card it was that Pegasus gave you!"

"So, not only are you trying to kill me, you're wasting my time," Harry growled as he drew a card.

Harry:4000

Arkana:4000

"First I'll play Magical Citadel of Endymion," he said throwing the card into the Field Spell zone, and watched as the warehouse seemed to fade away to be replaced by the green meadow of the card's design, with the stone city rising up behind him. He ignored Tonk's gasp at the sight as the only remaining of the warehouse seemed to be the iron ring the duelists were strapped to as well as the two buzz saws spinning toward them.

"Next I'll play the spell card, Spell Absorption," he said playing the card down, revealing a card on the field of a dark magician on his knees as a hand seemed to absorb the magic out of him. "With this card, every time we play a spell card, my life points will increase by five hundred points!"

He almost felt like smirking as he saw his opponents eyes widen at the spell card. They certainly did grow bigger as the tower behind Harry began to glow as a dome of ancient runes began to pulse outward from the tower.

"Then, I'll play my Apprentice Magician in defense mode," Harry said as a young sorcerer appeared on the field dressed in purple. A red strip of cloth tied above on forehead and holding its blond hair back out of its face as it held a green staff in front of itself to ward of attacks. "Thanks to my Apprentice Magician, my Magical Citadel receives another spell counter, bringing its total to two. Finally I'll play a face down and end my turn."

Apprentice Magician:

Attack:400

Defense:800

"My turn," the deranged voice said as he drew and looked at his cards. "Oh yes, I remember this fools deck now. I'll summon my Legion of Fiend Jester in Attack mode." The puppet like figure appeared, just as it had earlier in the day from Harry's own deck. "Now, Fiend Jester, destroy his Apprentice!"

Legion of Fiend Jester

Attack:1300

Defense:1500

The puppet spellcaster flew across the field before driving one of its rounded knees through Harry's apprentice's staff, shattering it before striking the defense position monster and obliterating it.

"Ha, you've just activated my Apprentice Magician's secret ability," Harry said with a light laugh. "When my Apprentice is defeated in battle, I can summon another monster from my deck to the field in defense mode!" He removed his deck from its zone and shuffled through the cards before finding what he was after and placing it on the field face down.

"Now, I'll play a card face down and end my turn," the possessed magician growled.

Tonks was almost panicking as she turned her head in one direction then another as she tried to figure out just where all these monsters were coming from. How had that guy taken control of the other guys mind? Why did a wizard claim to be a muggle magician and have just powerful magic that even with her auror training she couldn't break through? None of it made any sense!

"Fine," Harry said as he drew another card. "I play my Herald of Creation in Attack mode!"

A golden circle appeared on the grassy field they were playing on before its center was illuminated in white light. From the center of the circle a female form began to rise, dressed in robes that only left her eyes visible. An ornate golden staff was held in her hand as she stood defiantly against the Fiend across the field.

Herald of Creation

Attack:1800

Defense:600

"Attack his Fiend Jester," Harry called out. The female monster didn't move forward but rather held her staff aloft. Light began to build withing the circular ring at the end of her staff before she swung it downward, casting her magic at the other spellcaster and destroying it.

Harry:4000

Arkana:3500

All three humans stopped what they were doing to watch as Arkana's buzz saw began to move closer to his legs causing the man's eyes to widen behind his mask.

"What the fuck was this guy thinking," Arkana's mouth shouted as he turned his eyes onto Harry and smiled. "It doesn't really matter though, a few life points won't matter much to me when you're bleeding out on the floor. My move," he said drawing a card. "I play the spell card, Dark Magic Curtain!" A thin black veil appeared on the field, held high by a skeleton with its arms outstretched. "By paying half my life points, I can summon a spellcaster from my hand or deck, and I choose, Arkana's Dark Magician!"

Harry: 4500

Arkana: 1750

The magician seemed to glide out from behind the curtain, its white hair falling around a tanned face with cold glaring eye. Several black lines were drawn like war paint across the magician's face. Red robes flowed over the wizards body, the same color as his hat, as he wielded a green glowing staff.

Dark Magician

Attack: 2500

Defense: 2100

"Oh, by turn isn't over yet, little Harry," the force inside the magician said as held out another magic card. "Next I'll play my Thousand Knives spell card! Allowing me to destroy your Herald of Creation." Just as the spell card indicated, the red Dark Magician held his staff forward and a thousand knives flew through the air to turn the monster Harry had into a human shaped pincushion. It screamed in pain as it exploded its spirit falling into the graveyard.

Harry:5000

Arkana:1750

"For my next trick, since Dark Magician was special summoned, I can now call my Mystic Tomato to the field as my normal summon," the deranged man said as a tomato appeared on the field, its side twisted and warped into a demonic face that hissed and sputtered out juice as it bounced on its square ready to attack. "That's going to end my turn."

Harry drew his next card and stared at it for a moment before putting it in his hand. "You know, I've been dueling you for a few rounds now and even though I'm fighting Arkana's body, I don't know the name of the person pulling the strings. Just who is the man standing behind the curtain?"

"Hmm, it won't matter if I tell you. With Arkana's Dark Magician on the field and only a few spell cards between us, you won't be around much longer," the figure spoke. "My name is Malik Ishtar, future Pharaoh and ruler of this world, Hya ha ha!"

"Malik, huh? Any relation to that cute woman I met yesterday? Isis was her name," he watched and grinned as he saw the face of Arkana twist in outrage.

"Now I have even more reason to kill you! You will stay away from my sister," Malik cried out through Arkana's voice.

"Oh, just for that I'm going to have to take her," Harry said with a grin as he held his next card in his hand. "I'll take that cutie all night long. But first, I'm going to crush you in this duel! By sending my Herald of Creation and my Apprentice Magician from my graveyard out of the game, I can now summon my Chaos Sorcerer!"

A magician with pale blue skin appeared on the field dressed in black. His yellow eyes gleamed from slits in his hat that stretched down to his nose to form a a mask. Black leather hung from his shoulders as a manic grin split his face as a pure white light and the power of darkness engulfed his hands. Brown straps covered his torso as disappeared down the front of his black pants.

Chaos Sorcerer

Attack:2300

Defense:2000

"My Sorcerer has an ability as well, Malik. Once per turn after he's been played I can destroy one monster on your side of the field and I choose your Dark Magician," Harry called out before the Chaos Sorcerer formed his two hands together and blasted and eldritch arc of energy that slammed into the red clad magician and destroyed it. "He can't attack on the turn he's summoned or when I use that ability, but it will keep me protected. Next I will reveal my face down card, Old Vindictive Magician."

The face down card on Harry's side of the field flipped, revealing a hunched over figure with greying hair wearing what appeared to be a red shell on his back with robes of deep blue flowing down his crippled body.

"When Old Vindictive Magician is flipped face up, he destroys one of your monsters, and I choose your Mystic Tomato." Another blast of magic sent the bouncing demonic creature to the graveyard. "Next, I can perform my normal summon, and I choose my Breaker the Magical Warrior."

A knight, dressed in armor that resembled Arkana's Dark Magician appeared holding a gleaming sword and shield before it and the old magician exploded into lights.

"I sacrifice my two monsters to summon my Dark Magician to the field," Harry called out, revealing his own black version of the sorcerer.

Dark Magician

Attack:2500

Defense:2100

The two magical monsters on Harry's field looked at each other and smirked before turning back to Arkana with a truly terrifying grin appearing on both their faces.

"Now, I'll play another face down monster and end my turn. I hope you are ready for the next turn, because when my time comes, I'm going to crush you, Malik!"

"You fool, you just fell into my trap! Reveal my face down card!"

Harry:5000

Arkana/Malik: 1750


Author's Note: Whew, I hope this chapter is as exciting for everyone else has it has been for me to write. So, now we have Harry vs Arkana/Malik for the card that Pegasus gave Harry and the loser gets his legs cut off. You know, with out the cuddly Shadow Realm this show is a lot darker than I remember. So, Malik seems to have something planned but we'll just have to wait for next chapter to see what it was.

So far, the choice of Harry's companions and answer to Yugi's gang seems to be Tonks (5), the Twins(4), and Fleur(3) leading the vote. Neville and Chazz are tied (2), and Remus and Mai at only (1). You guys seem to be enthusiastic of the Harry/Isis pairing, so I'm glad for that.

So, plot wise. This is pretty much how I have it figured out: Battle City - Yu-Gi-Oh the Movie - Waking the Dragons/Halfblood Prince then I will have to call on all my power to get everything ready for Dawn of the Duel- Deathly Hallows. After that, maaaaybe our protagonist will get to go to Duel University Island?