There was only three letters this week, one from Ginny, one from Ron, and one from Duke Devlin. He didn't know Duke; not really, Duke was one of Yugi's friends. He opened that letter first, before anything else, before breakfast, before the postman was even halfway down the path.
Harry, Something bad happened. Dementors got Yami, only we think they might have got Yugi instead. Joey said you're the only one who knows the right spell, the Pantones charm or something. The guys are completely out of it, Tea's in shock, Tristan and Joey aren't much better, and the Moto we do have left is shell shocked. I didn't know how else to contact you, phone us as soon as you get this letter. Duke.
"The Patronus charm." Harry whispered. The he did something he never would have considered in a million years. Well… considered it yes, go through with it? Unlikely. But his friends were in danger.
He popped the lid of his trunk and grabbed the backpack, glad that Kari had placed a feather light charm on it, after agreeing to keep most of his stuff in storage with her stuff. All that he owned was in the backpack, not that he had a lot with him, some clothes, his money and his broom. His books and homework had gone with Ron, his treasures were scattered amongst his friends. "Hedwig, find Hermione." He whispered, sending her out the window with a white ribbon tied around her leg.
Last year he had run away without thought, too filled with fear and panic to think things through. This year he had decided that if anything happened he would be out of there like a shot, not willing to put up with his relatives any longer.
Joey and Kari had taught him well, and had helped him pack and plan. After last year they weren't willing to trust to luck that their friend would be okay if he had to make a quick escape again.
It was just past dawn, and he waved to the post man as he passed. The nearest phone box was three minutes away, near a Chinese takeaway that his relatives hated.
He pulled out the letter again and began pouring pound coins into the slot, when it reached six he started to dial the number.
"Duke Devlin speaking, who's this?" The voice sounded worn, but not like he had just woken up. It was around 6am here, must be about 11pm there…
"This is Harry. What happened?"
"Harry? Prove it."
Harry ground his teeth and wanted to hit something, he'd been hanging around Joey too long, "I go to a school in Scotland called Hogwarts, my house is Gyffindor, I play seeker and Yugi's reserve chaser, Yami and Yugi aren't twins, and Yami appeared suddenly in November almost three years ago, but before that he was possessing Yugi and before that he was locked in the Millennium puzzle…"
"Stop, okay I believe you. They aren't here."
"What!"
"Well they left Yugi here… Yami, Joey, Tea and Tristan all headed off to stop the Dementors."
"Wait, did Joey remember the spell?"
"No, I don't think he has a clue and neither does Yami, but from what I could piece together Yami was just reacting when they left."
"Yami doesn't think straight without Yugi. Where are they headed?"
"South, we think. What's the spell? I'll pass it on to them."
"Expecto patronum, but it's not that easy. If Yugi's gone I doubt Yami and Joey are in a fit state to cast it. It requires happy thoughts, or it won't work, it'll just drain them. Did they have plenty of chocolate?"
Harry watched his seconds count down and added another pound coin.
"What does chocolate have to do with anything?"
"It's the medicine you need after exposure to Dementors; don't tell me they forgot that?"
A sigh at the other end, "I don't know. I don't know what they took with them."
Pretty lights in the sky, was I the only one who had worried about them? He knew enough about signs to know that was a bad one, end of the world bad.
"Duke, tell them I'm coming and not even Voldemort is going to get in my way, they'll know what I mean."
"Wait, Harry…"
Harry put the receiver down.
Next he pulled out his wallet and counted the pound notes, then his money bag and counted the gallons. Hopefully it would be enough. At least Kari had helped him get his passport. Now all he needed was an airport… well Kari hadn't gone over bus routes with him for nothing.
The bus station was only twenty minutes away, and there was a direct coach to Heathrow twice a day, best of all no one would be able to track him, not unless they checked the airport, and by then it'll be too late.
"Heathrow Airport please."
Yami scanned the screens, dozen of trains all leaving soon, but only one going the right way, or at least from what Tea said only one seemed to be going in the right direction.
"Four tickets for the Richmond train."
"Yes Sir, plenty of room left. Are you and your friends students? Students get a discount." The woman said cheerfully, ignoring Yami's sour glare.
"Can you just sell me the tickets?"
"Yes Sir, Right away Sir. Business class or Economy?"
Yami felt his rage building, "I don't care, I just need to get on that train."
"Well Sir, Business class does come with a free meal, and it is eight hours to Richmond."
"Fine, business class."
"Would you like any travel insurance to go?"
"No." Yami practically growled. First Richmond, then Roanoke…
"What is it?" Draco asked, staring at the metal monsters on his lawn.
"They are motorbikes." Ryou replied with a glance at Bakura, "Why are they here? I thought muggle stuff didn't work near magic."
"Electronic don't. These will." Bakura said firmly.
"I don't want anything to do with anything muggle." Draco whined, turning his back on them and stalking towards the house, before falling flat on his face.
"You are going to learn to ride on the moped; otherwise we'll leave you behind for when your father comes visiting." Bakura growled, and Draco went several shades paler.
"What about Mother?"
"I've asked St. Mungo's to take her in for observation for the next month."
"But…" Draco whinged.
"You won't be here. We're going on a little road trip, you said you wanted training." Bakura said, and Draco wondered why Bakura seemed so normal instead of stake raving mad like he normally did whenever Draco complained about anything.
"Please tell me we won't be doing anything illegal." Ryou enquired, looking up from his examination of the bikes.
Bakura transferred his glare to Ryou, "Just a few lessons on getting in and out of difficult spots." He said slowly, "You two got caught too often last year."
Apparently Bakura was having a sane day.
Harry glanced at his watch and winced. 3pm, he had forgotten to set it back. Oh well American time went back not forward… didn't it? He couldn't remember.
He stepped out the sunlight and felt his world swirl in the bright light. Wow he was tired, too tired to think straight.
Taxi. Get to Duke's house. Worry later.
He pulled out the piece of paper he had written Devlin's return address on and stared at it for a moment.
Taxi, taxi, taxi… where was the taxi queue? He looked up, searching for a sign; surely they would have put one near the exit of the airport?
There. Taxi.
"Hi driver, would you know where this address is?"
"Yeah kid, but where's your parents?"
Harry ignored the tight burning in his chest, and started to tell the story he had made up, "They're staying with my cousin… my brother was in an accident, I wasn't even meant to be coming here, but…" Harry trailed off.
"Its okay kid, get in, do your parents know you're coming?"
Harry quickly climbed in the back, trying not to look relieved, he didn't know the area well enough to find Duke's place by himself, didn't know the magical community at all or he might have tried to get whatever the local version of the knight bus was.
"They were at the hospital, I just jumped on a plane as soon as my cousin told me, he knows I'm coming, I don't know if he told my parents…"
"Don't worry, I'll get you there kid."
Harry watched as the scenery changed, and Harry silently marvelled at the sheer size of everything. But he couldn't get out of his head, Yugi's gone, my friends are in trouble.
It's taking too long.
"Here we are kid," The driver said, pulling up.
Harry reached for his wallet, glanced at the meter reading $17.30 and handed over a 20. "Thanks drive." Harry told him, and climbed out the taxi.
He stumbled and the world tilted. Bloody hell, he thought, Ron's favourite expression it sometimes seemed, he had never been quite this tired before, not even when Petunia starved him for three days straight.
Somehow he made it down the driveway to the doorway and stared at the lack of a door. He reached for the doorbell, examining the strange cracks around the doorframe. There had defiantly been a door here not all that long ago, and he could easily guess what had happened to it, he suspected it was the same thing that had happened to his non-aunt last year and the glass on the snake's pen four years ago.
Before he actually rang the doorbell an elderly gentleman appeared, standing in the doorway without a door, he was tall and greying with a very British look about him.
"Hi, I'm Harry, I'm looking for Duke." Harry said, wondering for the first time if he had gotten the wrong place.
"Ah, yes. Just a moment, do you want to come in?" The man led him to a living room, "I'm Professor Hawkins by the way."
"Nice to meet you Professor, but I need to speak to Duke, it's important." Harry replied, trying not to let his tiredness show, he looked at the sofa as Hawkins said something about fetching Duke, and chose to remain standing. Chances were, tired as he was he would just fall asleep if he sat down.
A moment later a familiar face walked into the room, and stared at him.
"Harry Potter?"
"Hi Rebecca." Harry said wearily, wondering how the young Ravenclaw had gotten mixed up in this… but then she was friends with Yugi.
"How did you get here?" She asked, still staring.
"I flew." He answered. "Do you know what happened with Yugi?"
"Yes… sort of. I don't understand it."
The Professor walked back in the room, followed by a young man. Harry's tired mind started poking him, but he wasn't sure why.
"Duke! He's Harry Potter!"
Harry stared at Duke, and tried to smile.
"Who?" Duke asked, looking confused while Professor Hawkins stared at Rebecca like she was acting strange.
"Harry Potter! The Harry you were talking to on the phone last night!"
"Wait a sec, that doesn't make since, Harry was in England."
"That's my point, it can't be Harry! He can't be here."
"Great, what do I need to prove it this time?" Harry glared at Rebecca and he flipped up his hair, "See my scar?"
"Where were you when you phoned?"
"Surrey, in England. A payphone if you want to be that precise."
"Okay, how did you get here?"
"As I told Rebecca, I got a bus to the Airport, and flew here, then got a taxi."
"But that was only seven hours ago!"
"I know; the plane took ages." Harry moaned.
"The taxi from the Airport should have taken half that time!"
Harry glanced at his watch. 3.40. "Only about thirty minutes actually."
"What plane did you take?"
"I don't know. It had a strange name, like A330 or something."
Duke and Rebecca share a look. "Harry, it should have taken your plane about eight hours to reach America."
"Oh…"
Suddenly the last of Harry's energy drained out of him, and the world went dark.
Kari was having a bad day, well a bad week to be truthful, maybe even a bad month if it kept up to it's current standards.
First Ombre had gone missing without a trace, and Kari had no idea what to do, since none of her friends were answering their phones, or emails, and now the Kaiba brothers had gone missing, their plane dropping off the radar somewhere between Duellist Kingdom and here.
Seto's PA was in near tears, and Kari could understand why, chances were she would get fired as soon as Seto returned.
Not only had Pegasus rearranged the meeting a week ago, but then he had cancelled it, but before the PA could even alter Kaiba's schedule he had gone, taking his personal plane rather than the private jet she had arranged, and now Kaiba was missing.
The party had flopped.
Why the PA had thought arranging a surprise party for the Kaiba brothers was a good idea… not that anyone had thought to ask Kari, or even told her about the party until an hour before it was due to start.
It had started as a good party, despite Kari's lack of interest, but just a couple of hours in they had received the news that Kaiba's plane had disappeared. The guests of honour wouldn't be coming, and now the future of the company, their futures, was being called into question.
And Kari found she couldn't leave these people, her people. Couldn't abandon them like she had been considering, even if it tore her in half.
Ombre…
I'm sorry.
Please be fine, please be alright, I don't know if I can help you, but I know I can help them, and this is my dream, and you've always been alright before.
I wouldn't even know where to start looking for you, but I know what to do here, and I can't do this alone, but I'm alone, all alone, always alone, you left me alone.
Please be okay…
No one expected Harry to collapse, so he hit the floor hard before anyone could react.
"Harry!" Rebecca cried out and rushed to him, then hovered not at all sure what to do, she looked to her grandfather for help.
"Its okay Rebecca, Mr Potter probably just used up a lot of energy to arrive here so fast." The Professor said, checking Harry's vitals.
"But how? If he used magic on the plane why didn't it fail? Technology always fails when you use too much magic."
"It doesn't matter Rebecca."
"But it does, if we could use magic with technology then just think of the advances we could make."
"Duke? Do you think you could move Harry to a bed? He probably won't wake up for several hours yet."
"Yeah, sure Professor. He's okay to be moved?"
"Just tired I think. There's very little wrong with him other than that."
Duke picked up Harry, surprised at how much smaller he seemed now, and he had seemed small before. All hard angles and very little fat on him. Yugi had been heavier.
They had barely said a word to each other in almost ten hours. The silence was stifling. Yami had gone all dark and gloomy on them, not that Joey could blame him, and the awkward silences that hadn't seemed to exist before was now back in full force.
Tea had made some half hearted efforts at conversation, but silence quickly fell again.
"Should the train be this empty?" Tristan asked, startling Joey out of his thoughts.
"We're the only ones here?" Joey asked, glancing around the coach. Tristan was right, the train, or at least this part was completely empty, not even an extra bag, or a single piece of rubbish, except what was theirs.
"This feels… wrong." Tea spoke up, standing and glancing through the small window of the door that separated the next coach. "It doesn't look like there's anyone through here either."
"Joey, Tristan, you two take that end, me and Tea will go this way. There should be someone else on this train… a conductor? Or who ever runs that shop." The shop that Joey would normally have found a long time ago, third train, more hours of travel than he had lived years, and not enough sleep. Not proper sleep, only naps. Yami hadn't wanted to stop, and Joey suspected that if they did Yami would take off on his own while they slept.
They jumped to obey, or would have done if they hadn't been feeling so listless, Joey saluting with his wand. "Right to, captain."
Tea was clutching her necklace again. "Be careful."
And then they were gone.
In the dark wind torn place that was beneath the train, something watched, and grinned, and started to carry out its mission.
Coming back downstairs he was surprised to see Rebecca was still in the same lively argument with her grandfather that he had left to battle it out hours ago, pleading that he had business that had to be dealt with as soon as possible.
"He's just a kid." Duke put in when he realised they were discussing Harry.
"Like I'm just a kid? Like Mokuba is just a kid? Harry is like Yugi, he has to help people, and his friends always come first. The main difference between them is that Harry keeps his friends at a greater distance than Yugi."
Duke nodded, he had seen some of the determination on the kid's face, reminding him of another time in what seemed like the distant past, when Yugi had been facing him.
"How well do you know Harry?" Duke asked instead of voicing his thoughts.
Rebecca flopped down onto the sofa, "Barely at all. I mean he's a really private person, but I've watched him sometimes, everyone does, Harry watching is Hogwarts number one sport."
Duke thought of the kid that had just moments ago arrived at his door, messy black hair, determined green eyes, and thin to the point of being dangerous. "Now that I just don't understand, why would you girls be watching him?"
Rebecca laughed, sounding rather cynical and hard for a twelve year old girl, "Not like that Duke. Everyone watches him, and not because he wants the attention, at first it was just because he was the boy-who-lived, but that wore off after a few days, at least in my year, the others were still watching him and I didn't know why at first, but then the Gyffindors in my year started watching him again and following his lead, not Yami's or Yugi's, but Harry's. Do you have any idea how strange that was? They already had a leader, they had Mokuba Kaiba, but Mokuba tends to follow Kaiba, Yugi or Yami depending on the situation, and the rest of his group didn't like that, so now while they'll listen to Mokuba and sometimes follow his lead, their leader is Ginny and she follows Harry and I don't think he even knows it."
"Rebecca, you still haven't explained why you're watching him."
"Because he's Harry Potter. He's good and decent and stands up for everyone, and never asks for anything. He fought a gigantic magical monster to save a girl's life because it was the right thing to do. He's not much bigger than Yugi, and he fights against a Basilisk because he felt he had to. And when things go really bad he's always right there in the centre of it all."
"So is Yugi."
"That's my point, he's a hero, but he doesn't want all the attention, he fades into the background if you're not watching, but he's always where he needs to be."
"He's still a kid, and I think we should send him home."
Rebecca shook her head violently, her two pig tails flying back and forth.
"I'm not going back." Said a voice from the doorway.
"Harry, I think you should rest." The Professor said, standing up from his chair.
"I'm fine." Harry declared, and he did look fine, despite having been out for only four hours.
"You collapsed in the middle of talking to us." Duke stated.
"I know, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to delay you, but how are you going to find Yami and the others?"
"Not a clue, they aren't answering their cells."
"Cells?"
"It's a telephone you can carry with you Harry." Rebecca answered and he nodded.
"Advanced technology?" This time Rebecca nodded. "There's the answer then, you said they were heading to those Atlantian ruins, if they made it then their mobiles wouldn't be working."
Duke, Rebecca and Professor Hawkins shared a look, "Harry, no one said anything about Atlantian ruins…" Duke said slowly.
Professor Hawkins coughed slightly. "I'm afraid I have some bad news. There was an accident involving a train early this morning. Somehow half of it ended nearly three hundred miles away from where it was due to be." The three youngsters stared at him in disbelief. "Yami and the others could have made that train, and I shouldn't tell you this, but the train did end up very near some ancient ruins that could very well be Atlantian, my team has yet to identify them. But Harry, we haven't told anyone about them yet, I mean we only discovered them a few months ago. There are maybe a dozen people who know of them."
"But someone told me…" Harry trailed off, his eyes becoming distant. "That's where they're heading, both Yami and the Dementors."
"Harry, you can't know that." Duke put in, trying to maintain logic.
"Dementors can stop technology from working; they drain away energy, both magical and electric." Harry said, his eyes wandering about the room slowly, as if looking for something.
"I didn't know that." Rebecca said.
"Well last year I decided to find out as much about Dementors as I could, and if they've gone rogue there's a chance we can get Yugi back."
Hermione sighed as she scribbled out another page angrily, brushing away the tears.
"Oh Harry…" She shook her head when her eyes met Hedwig's again.
The white ribbon was wrapped tightly around her hand, three symbols messily drawn on it. Danger, flying and don't owl me.
One of her best friends had fled the country, and she was leaving in just a few days.
Ron needed to be told, but not yet. Harry would need a few days head start before the Ministry started to look for him, or they might just send him back to his relatives.
Harry wouldn't run unless his life was in danger, and even then it was a coin toss. For Harry to run it had to be very bad, or maybe he had just reached his breaking point.
At least he hadn't added a forth symbol, wizard trouble.
Harry was thinking as both Duke and Rebecca packed. The magical world seemed to know him because of three things, black hair, green eyes and his scar. There were very few pictures of him around, but if anyone came looking for him and thought to ask the muggles what were they going to say? Black hair, green eyes and a lighting bolt scar on his forehead. Now plenty of people had black hair, but only a few had green eyes and no one else he knew had the same kind of scar on his forehead.
He should probably wear a disguise of some kind, something to cover his scar.
The words I'm not going back were dancing through his mind, half panicked, half excited, but they were true, there was no way he was going back into his cage when his friends were in danger.
Both Duke and the Professor argued with him, but Harry hadn't listened, his friends were far more important than him. Rebecca didn't argue, and Harry realised he had another girl infatuated with the idea of Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived.
Then he had dropped the bombshell, "There's a chance we can get Yugi back."
"What!? How?"
"There haven't been any new Dementors in three hundred years, ever since the ministry discovered how to communicate with them and came up with the Azkaban agreement, before that Dementors were a terrifying danger, the Patronus charm only drove them away, and the only thing that could kill a Dementor was so rare that when ever such a person was found they were treated like kings and queens and more or less imprisoned within a Wizarding community."
"Joey said that Tea did something that frightened them off."
"Really? I thought Tea was a muggle."
"She is."
"Oh. Anyway, when a muggle is kissed they just become food, so Dementors hardly ever kiss muggles because what would be the point? They can feed off them continuously just by being around them. Wizards on the other hand…" Harry shivered, the idea had freaked him out when he first realised what the text was talking about, "If they steal the soul of a wizard they can either use it as food, or they can use it to breed."
There was silence, and Harry worried.
"But how would that help us?"
"Because it means Yugi's soul is well hidden, not being torn into pieces and eaten." Harry took a deep breath, "And there's other factors needed to create new Dementors, one of which is time, so if we find Yugi before the dark of the moon…"
"Yugi will be alright?" Rebecca's voice was a tight whisper, and Harry stared at the floor.
"I don't know I'm right, but the Dementors are not allowed on American soil, it goes against dozens of agreements, and all common sense, I mean someone would have to be either very stupid or completely crazy to let them come here."
"Why? Other than the soul sucking?"
"Because while all of the nesting sites in England and Europe were destroyed they only ever found two in America, which makes no sense when you consider there were forty eight sites in England alone."
"But why go rogue now?"
"Three hundred years ago they were dying out, and the Wizarding community were so organized that their population was deceasing, they simply could not replace those they lost. There are only two hundred and sixty eight of them left. That's nothing, and at the time the Patronus charm was considered vital to learn, so every witch or wizard over the age of sixteen knew it. They were dying out and they knew it, so when they were offered Azkaban they took it. Now only a few can cast the Patronus charm properly, it's not even in the exams, and the rare gift capable of destroying a Dementor has disappeared because it is not an inheritable trait, and there's no way of detecting the gift apart from if they get attacked by a Dementor."
"But Tea…"
"If Tea has the gift then she's in even more danger than ever before."
Joey groaned. He ached all over and was so cold, so very cold, and wet and… "Arrg!" Sunlight. Blasted Sunlight.
He shivered. Then his mind informed him of an important little fact that his sleepiness had protected him from. Yugi was gone.
He dragged himself awake, and his heart sank further. He was alone.
"Tea? Yami? Tristan?" He yelled, half expecting no response from the surrounding area. No train tracks. How had he gotten here?
"Joey! Over here!" A familiar voice yelled back, he grinned slightly, ignoring his many new aches and pains and dashed over to where Tristan's voice was coming from.
Tristan had propped himself up against a rock, looking rather pale and battered.
"Tristan? You okay?"
"Can't put any weight on my leg, but I don't think it's broken, where's Yami and Tea?"
"Not a clue. I have a better question. Where are we?"
"Can't you just follow the tracks until you get somewhere?"
"What tracks?"
"Joey, this isn't the time for jokes. We must have been thrown off the train, it crashed didn't it, so the tracks must be near by."
"No train, no tracks, no road, no paths, not even a forest trail." Joey quickly summed up.
"What did we do this time?"
"Before you go running off, it's probably a good idea to disguise Harry." Professor Hawkins had been quiet through all their discussion of what to do, only now as they drew to a close did he feel the need he speak up, all three of the youngsters had been quite clear that while they would be racing off into danger, he was no allowed.
Harry grimaced but nodded, "That's probably a good idea, I'm too easy to recognise from a description."
Duke examined him thoughtfully, "If we just cover the scar and say you're my cousin or something…"
Rebecca giggled, "You look a lot more like Harry than his actual cousin."
Harry ignored her, "If I had a headband like yours Duke…"
"You mean my bandana?" Duke nodded, "Just a moment." He was back five minutes later with what looked to Harry like a green and black piece of cloth. "Try this." He handed the cloth over and Harry stared at it, completely lost.
"Um…"
"Oh give it to me." Rebecca said, snatching the cloth and folding it, "hold still." She told Harry as she tied it around his head. "Look right?" She asked Duke, and Duke smirked.
"Becs, you better stick to your braids." Duke did little more than touch the bandana before it fell off; he refolded it and retied it as Harry tied not to flinch away. He hadn't had anyone messing with his hair since Petunia gave up on it years ago.
"Okay, good to go." Duke declared, and Harry nodded, at least it didn't feel like it was going to fall off anymore.
Half way across the world an irritable Kaiba paced back and forth. The younger was much more patient when it came to forced inactivity.
They had tried everything they could think of to get off the island, and were left waiting for rescue. Someone had neatly destroyed any and all means of getting off the island, except for swimming, and that wasn't recommended, and every possible method of contact was dead, except maybe smoke signals.
So Seto Kaiba raged impotently, while his younger brother worked on perfecting his letters, after all there was a chance that a owl might find them, sooner or later.
Then, in the distance, but coming closer, they spotted a boat.
Harry hesitated at the doorway.
Both the doctors and the healers said Yami… Yugi… Moto wouldn't wake up. He wasn't there anymore.
Neither was Pegasus, but Harry, having never met the man, only felt a vague sense of discomfort knowing that just down the hall lay a body similarly with no soul, only Yami had a soul, he was just in the wrong body.
He had wanted… something. He heard voices coming closer, so with a sigh he stepped into the room and closed the door.
Okay, so they might get Yugi back, but he wouldn't be the same. All the books had said… broken into pieces, and unable to become whole again, even if all the pieces could be located.
Except… Yugi had solved the Millennium Puzzle hadn't he, so surely putting his own soul back together couldn't be half as hard, and maybe Yami could help…
Harry sighed. His friend was gone. He would try to offer hope to the others, they needed hope more than ever before at the moment, but he would admit it to himself if no one else, Yugi was gone.
Rebecca had said to grab Yugi's deck, but still Harry hesitated.
"I'll try Yugi, I'll do my best, and I will make sure Yami doesn't do anything he'll regret. There's still hope you know, we might be able to get you back. I don't know if I should tell Yami, he'll do anything to get you back, who would he choose Yugi? If the choice was you or the world?"
Moto didn't move, just continued to breathe steadily in and out. Harry could almost believe Moto was sleeping.
Harry, feeling like a traitor, quickly searched Moto's pockets.
The deck was gone; all that Moto had was a random necklace.
So Yami had taken both decks?
Harry shrugged and examined the necklace. A pale stone lay at the centre of an almost Celtic design. It was nothing like he expected either of the Moto's to have, their jewellery tended to be heavy, almost blocky, and they never wore any neckpiece that could get tangled with the puzzle.
It was a puzzle.
He pocketed it for later, maybe Rebecca knew what it was.
"Goodbye…"
He left the unnaturally quiet room. It was time to go. They had to find Yami… somehow.
Dark eyes flickered open briefly, and the breathing hitched out of rhythm for a moment.
Harry had already gone.
AN: This chapter is the first half of their third week. I'm going on the theory that since my school summer holiday was ten weeks so is theirs, the original plan was to have ten chapters, one for each week. Then this chap grew and grew, and between coursework panic, lack of sleep, and mad plot bunnies, and by mad I mean I was wrote about sixty or more pages on something I will never publish, never had any intention of publishing, or even letting my friends (except Joey) see over a single weekend because the rabid plot bunny wouldn't let me write anything else. Anyway, week three will come in two parts, and this story will now be eleven chapters long.
I've also decided I won't be answering, or even reading reviews until the story is finished. I'm one of those strange people who can't continue a story if I know what other people think of it, whither it's all praise, terrible flames, or useful criticism. So Joey's going to be reading my reviews for me, and I'll reply when the story is done, or maybe I can ask Joey to… But thank you for all your reviews, I taking the fact you reviewed in the spirit it was intended by writing more. Hopefully one day I'll be able to read a review without getting writer's block, but until then, thank you.
