Sorry. This story was due in a while ago but I've been too lazy to write it up till now. It's much shorter than I was planning, but that's alright.

Review of last chapter:

"A finger will do." He said cheerfully. We all touched the leaf, and felt a tugging sensation near our navels as we hurtled towards our destination. I wondered if the so-called 'wards' around Hogwarts would prevent you from entering with Shadow magic as well as normal magic.

(Nameless-child's POV)

When the old man had told us what a portal-thing did, he told us it was time to go. So as I expected to need to grab it I started forward, faintly hearing him say "A finger will do". I touched the portal-thingy with a finger and felt a jerk in my navel as I lurched off of the earth I'd been previously standing on.

When I next opened my eyes(I closed them when the hook sank in)I saw a homely village that looked like quite a nice place, if you ignored the lack of electronics anywhere. Suddenly, I felt violently sick and turned rather green, before fainting, the last thought that crossed my mind, was 'Shit! I never ever want to do that again!'

When I regained conciousness, I was covered in soft silken sheets, with a large cushy pillow under my head and an enormous headache. I graned softly as I opened my eyes and flinched as a bright light shone directly into them. I blinked and opened my eyes again, but the light was still there, unfortunately, although it was much less bright than before. I shifted and got my arms underneath me,swinging my legs over the edge of what I'd been lying on.

A soft hand, that I recognized instantly as Yuugi's pushed me gently back into the bed and leaned over me.

"You still need rest to recover, I believe madame Pomfrey, the nurse, said you had a violent fever as well as non-life-treatening cuts. How did all that happen anyway?" The last bit had had an undertone of concern, sounding rather like how a mother would talk to her injured child.

"My father was sometimes rather…….rough……" My voice broke and I turned away, burying my face in the pillow.

"Where was your mother ?" He asked curiosity evident in his angelic voice.

I began sobbing in my pillow at the mention of my mother. I never really knew her ,you see, and all I remember of her is a warm presence and eyes full of laughter and joy. My father blamed me for her death and would beat me when he got home after going to the bar after work. I sobbed harder as the unwanted memories came, in a rush all jumbled together.

He seemed to understand and he hugged me from, offering the comfort and warmth I hadn't felt since I was very small. Behind I cried harder and turned around, burrying my face into his chest and clutching at his white robe which was quickly becoming tearstained.

He rubbed my back and made soothing noises, seemingly he'd done this before and I wasn't surprised. HE had a comforting aura, bright and happy,as if he understood and sympathized with you, without intruding.

When I'd finally finished crying, I sat up and he looked at me with warm eyes, and understanding, he pulled me into a hug, while pulling out a hand kerchief from somewhere (a/n: I don't know where he got it, but if someone wants to try and explain, go ahead, and send me the explanation too.)and dried my face.

I finally calmed down and, sensing this, he began to talk.

"How do you feel?"

"Better, although I think I'm still a bit sick." He pressed his forearm to my forehead and frowned, surprising me a bit.

"You're right, you're still sick. I'll call Madame Pomfrey to do a full checkup. While you were unconscious, all she did was heal you arms."

I frowned a bit, knowing that if I was fully check, they'd see my scars, and this woman would probably realize that I was….

I was abrubtly pulled from my thoughts by a woman coming in and bustling about, looking very much like a busy nurse.

She checked my pulse, then my temperature and tutted.

"You're right, Yuugi," she said as she bustled about a set of cabinets in the corner, pulling out various thick and gross looking drinks, "he has a fever, that cannot be cured by magic. His system needs time and rest to fully recover from it as well as the healing of his arms."

She then ushered Yuugi out of the door, then looked at me and pounced (figuratively) she got me to remove my shirt, uncovering various bruises and a large amount of scars, tutting to herself all the while. Then she looked at my pants, silently willing me to remove them. I resisted, of course, but eventually, she walked up to me, pinned me to the bed I'd previously been sitting on and forcefully removed them, along with anything else I'd been wearing.

(Yuugi's POV)

When I was kicked out of the hospital wing, I went to find Yami, who'd left as soon as he deposited the boy in the infirmary, mentally telling me that he was going to explore the enormous castle that Dumblydore had led us to.

I jogged off, Searching with my mind for my koi's dark, yet comforting presence. I found him a few corridors away from me and up a set of stairs that were saturated in the wizard's foreign magic, so much so that it seemed to be sentient. I jogged along the corridors until I reached the stairs, looking at them mistrustfully, I edged up to them and began to carefully walke up them.

It was only about half the way up that I noticed the mazelike hall that all the stairs I could see fanned acoss, looking like a smaller and less twisted version of Yami's soul room.

I'd finished ascending the stairs and had just climbed onto the platform at the top, when I noticed that they were 'thinking', in one sense of the word. No sooner had I noticed this than they began to move, swinging across a strech of open air before fixing themselves on a new ledge, looking as if they'd never moved.

My surprise was so great that Yami noticed it and rushed back to where I was standing and promptly began laughing at the expression on my face. I rolled my eyes when he'd stopped and turned to face him, looking up into his crimson eyes lit with laughter. He looked back and promptly cracked up again.

When he finally stopped for good, he said:

"That was priceless. I wish I'd gotten a picture!"

I rolled my eyes once again and said:

"Now how're we gonna get back, smarty-pants?"

He looked shocked at my ignorance and made his wings reappear I stared at his, still not understanding, until he finally enlightened me.

"We can fly aibou!"

I felt the need to whack my head on the nearest solid surface, butr held back, opting to concentrate on making my wings reappear instead.

When I felt the now-familiar weight on my back I unfurled my wings in a swift motion, and jumped off the ledge, quickly spreading out my wings an rising, hovering in front of Yami.

/race ya/ I projected to him, and flew down the hall.

Okay, The next chapter was going to be written in this one too, but I was to lazy to finish typing it, so I decided to simply submit this one as it is.

Malik: She doesen't own anything but the plot and the nameless child.

Yuugi: reading ahead in the script Oooooo she's going to do a description of the nameless child soon!