Jaazi: I looooooove my reviewers! Thank you guys! (glomps reviewers)
DJ: Yeah, yeah…the votes were counted up, and most people liked the idea of the HPxDM pairing, so that's going to be in the fic!
KK: Squeee! I love this pairing.
DJ: (sinister grin) It's like darkshipping…HP style. Well, here are the results:
HPDM?
Yes: 16
No: 4
Don't care either way: 2
Jaazi: Thanks to: Hikari's-Dark-Side, Pips, BlackJackal, HappyDevil, OBSESSED Uber Rei, Tornado Girl with Issues, Slave of Darkness, Shinigami, Kenmeishouri, Rin-almighty-yaoi-lover, You, Enchantress10, Live Like Your Dying, Brig, Starflower Sakura, Darkamimelover3, Kibethan, Nenshou Kaen, Tash922, Ryou's Twin Sister, Killah-sama, Inu-Ice-Dragon.
Jaazi: Now for review replies!
Shinigami: No, not a SnapexSirius fic…ewwww, I much prefer SiriusxRemus fics, too! The dog comments were just to see Snape have his feathers ruffled! (giggles)
Nenshou Kaen: (grins) You changed your name! Does it mean anything, like is it Japenese for something? Anywho, I like it!
Tash922: Um, I'm not sure if I can bring them into this fic…but if you like SetoxJou so much, then check out my other fic called 'Cuddly Seto'. According to my reviewers, it's really cute and funny.
KK: Jaazi doesn't own Harry Potter or Yugioh (sigh) but she can still dream, can't she?
DJ: Get on with the Ra-damned fic already!
Previously
"It's too late to think of these things, I'm off to bed," growled Bakura. They all went to bed. But all of them were wondering about the new boys and their strange likeness to them.
Chapter Seven: Voldemort and Poisoned Magick
Lucius was attending one of the many Death Eater meetings. Voldemort was in a pensive mood, which surely meant he was planning something. Something evil. Probably to get rid of the-brat-who-wouldn't-die. Lucius was wrong, but not entirely so.
"Luciusssss" hissed Voldemort. Lucius stood straighter and walked steadily to his master.
"Yes, m'lord?" he said.
"Tell me, how have your boysss been doing? Well, I hope?" Voldemort hissed, in his snake-like voice. Lucius caught on to what Voldemort was really asking.
"Marik has been taking his potion, and his, Yami's and Bakura's mind blocks are still in place. Draco still remains oblivious to the purpose of the other three. All of their magic has become stronger over the years. The four of them are ready to become Death Eaters during their Christmas holidays." Lucius responded in his usual emotionless tone. Voldemort nodded.
"You have done well, my ssssservant. And you will continue doing well if you want to live."
"Of course, m'lord." Lucius responded and he backed away shakily. He knew a dismissal when he heard one, and it was always in best interest of your health to do as Voldemort says.
All the students were sitting in their seats, occasionally shifting slightly, as they waited for Professor Zhira to start the class. Zhira was watching them all intently. She had sent letters to Harry, Draco, and the look alikes, telling them that they were to visit her privately, when they had the chance. By the way they were acting, they had received her letters. She was thinking of this as she collected all their essays.
"I am looking forward to reading your essays. I'll finally see which of you are worthy of actually being in my class." She said coldly. She set the papers on her desk and started walking slowly around the class. This time the students were ready, with their quills perched over their parchment waiting to start taking notes.
"Today, we're going to learn about types of wandless magic. Can anyone tell me what one type of wandless magic is?" no one raised their hands, not even Hermione, "No? There is Free magic and Wild magic. They are more commonly known as Light magic and Dark magic. Before anyone asks, let me explain. The difference between Light magic and Dark magic…you see, Light/Free magic is mostly to help others, and of course it can be used selfishly. Light magic includes telepathy, empathy, and Sight. The people who wield this are usually referred to as Lights. They use their Light magic to heal others emotionally, and mentally. They also make ideal Healers for physical healing," she lectured.
Her eyes were unfocused, as if she were remembering something else. Yugi, who she had just walked past, felt an intense emotional pain and loss, but it passed quickly which left him wondering if he had felt anything at all. He did, however, watch her more intently than before. Ryou raised his hand timidly, at which Bakura smirked.
"Yes, Ryou?"
"The Sight…what do you mean by that?"
"The Sight allows you to see the future, past, or others memories or past experiences. It is not the same as telepathy. Telepathy allows you to hear others' thoughts and the Sight allows you to practically relive memories." she replied. Ryou remained silent as his troubled eyes glazed over in thought. For some reason, this disturbed Bakura but he immediately shook it off.
"Dark/Wild magic. This magic is mostly for personal gain, although it can be used to help others. It includes shape shifting, fire starting, and shadow/weather manipulation. Shape shifters are almost always shifting into an animal form. Why? Because turning a living being into an inanimate object is difficult, not to mention painful. Transfiguration taught you that it takes extreme concentration to transfigure an inanimate object into a living being, now try to think of turning yourself into a stone. Not a very pretty picture. The thing with Light and Dark magic is that they're raw magic, magic in its purest form. It has no real function or purpose; it isn't made for one specific thing. This means that it can be manipulated into doing anything. Anything." She paused. Hermione took advantage of that and raised her hand.
"Why is it called Wild magic?" she asked.
"Because that is what it is. Wild. Very hard to control and the magic can easily take over the person who has it."
"Take over?" Yami asked.
"The magic is capable of making the person forget who they are, in fact, the magic can develop a very dark personality. I have Dark magic, thankfully, I manage to control it." Zhira responded, looking at the class defiantly, as if challenging them to make a comment about it.
"Can you tell us about what kind of people have Dark magic, since you've personal experience?" Draco asked, amazingly polite. For once, he was genuinely interested and intrigued, something that only happened in Potions.
"People who have Dark magic are called Darks," she answered simply, obviously not wanting to go further into the subject. Unfortunately for her, the class wasn't going to let her off that easily.
"Can someone teach themselves these wandless magicks?" asked Ron.
"If Dark magic is so powerful and dangerous, how in the name of Merlin do you 'Darks' control it?" Blaise asked immediately after Ron.
"No, people have to be born with these magicks, no one can actually teach themselves the magicks. To answer Blaise…" again, a wave of hurt hit Yugi, but vanished as quickly as it came, "Dark magic and Light magic depend on each other. To put it more correctly, Darks and Lights need each other. Every Dark has a Light."
The eyes of six boys widened. This class was certainly a most revealing class for them. They were finally learning about themselves and their magic.
"Why?" asked Pansy.
"Why what?"
"Why does every Dark need a Light? And what does the Light get out of it?" Pansy asked a tad impatiently.
"Darks need Lights. The Lights are the only ones who can help the Darks control their magic. The Lights get the protection and companionship the need from their Darks. They need each other, they complete each other, nothing short of death can separate the two once they've accepted each other." she said in a nostalgic tone, which she quickly wiped away.
The class sat in awed silence. Nothing short of death? The Slytherins shuddered at the thought. Attaching yourself to someone like that is a very unwise move. The Gryffindors, on the other hand, rather liked the idea of having someone with you through thick and thin.
"Your assignment is to write a 24 inch essay on the Lights and Darks and the relationship between them. You may use what you learned hear but I need to see other information, that I have not discussed in class." she murmured, "You have the rest of class to converse amongst yourselves. You may not leave your seats and keep your volume to a minimum." she sat at her desk and commenced to grade the papers.
The students scowled. If they were not allowed to leave their seats and not allowed to talk loudly then the only person to converse with was their partners. Which were their sworn enemies from the opposite House. (Recap: Ron w/Blaise, Hermione w/Pansy, Harry w/Draco, and, of course, yami w/hikari). Pansy and Hermione turned to each other, both somewhat apprehensive.
"You haven't called me mud blood." Hermione said curiously.
"So?" Pansy retorted.
"I don't know, just surprised, I guess. What did you think of today's lesson?" Hermione asked cautiously. Pansy, amazingly, perked up in interested.
"It was very…intriguing. Of course, I knew that having so much power had to have a catch, but depending on someone to control you magic? That sucks." Pansy said bluntly.
"I found it amazing! How two completely different people can work together in perfect harmony, in a balance." Hermione said excitedly. They both dived into a debate on the pros and cons of Darks and Lights. On the other side of the room, Bakura was trying his hardest to ignore the snow-haired, green-eyed beauty. 'Beauty? Where in all seven hells did that come from?'
"Bakura?" he heard a soft voice question.
"What?" he snarled. Ryou recoiled. Bakura fought the urge to embrace the fearful boy and apologize.
"Um, nothing, sorry to have bothered you." he whispered back frantically.
"Whatever," he snorted. Ryou flipped through a book he had taken out from the library. The two ignored each other the rest of the time.
"Well, little one, did you enjoy the class?" Yami smirked, with a trace of seductiveness laced in his voice. Yugi blushed slightly at the pet name.
"It captured my attention, I guess." 'More than you think' he thought to himself.
"Same here. So, Yugi, are you into Quidditch?" he asked.
"I'm not sure…it's a sport right? I don't really know much about it." Yugi responded. Yami began explaining the rules and game play to the amethyst-eyed boy.
"Malik-pretty." Marik sighed adoringly.
"What, Mariku?" Malik replied, annoyance evident in his voice.
"Do you like me?"
"Wh-What?"
"I said, do you like me?"
"Uh, why would you ask me something like that?" Malik asked nervously, not meeting Marik's eyes.
"No reason," he shrugged. How he loved seeing Malik blush.
Ron and Blaise were both staring in shock at Pansy and Hermione.
"Are they…?" Ron started.
"Speaking civilly…?" Blaise continued.
"To each other?" they said simultaneously. Then they looked at each other in shock. They nearly fell off their seats to keep away from the other.
"Stop finishing my thoughts!" they nearly screeched at each other.
Draco snorted at Blaise's antics. Honestly, getting all worked up over a Gryffindor, not even a good-looking one like Potter. 'I did NOT just think that. Nope, not me. I do not think Potter is gorgeous, even though he's way more attractive than most of the idiots in this school. Ack! Nonononononono.'
"What are you snorting at, Malfoy?" Harry asked, his voice strained from trying to sound nonchalant.
"Nothing to worry your pretty head about, Potter." Draco spat. Harry's eyes widened, did Malfoy, THE Draco Malfoy, just called him pretty? 'Malfoy called me pretty! Alert the media! Oh my god, Malfoy must be feeling very ill to have said that to ME.'
"What did you call me?" Harry choked.
"Does Scarface have faulty hearing as well as faulty sight?" Draco said quickly, to cover his slip up.
"Stuff it, ferret"
"Prat"
"Slimy git"
"Bloody Golden Boy"
"Son of a Death Eater!"
"Boy-who-refuses-to-keel-over-and-die!"
They both continued their name calling, whispering the entire time, so as not to attract the attention of the professor. Both were trying to ignore the little voices in their heads telling them how attractive the other was. Both were suffering from serious cases of denial, but then again, most of the Slytherin and Gryffindors were ever since they had to spend time together, not that anything short of Veritiseum (A/N: Spelling?) would make them admit that.
"Class dismissed. I expect that essay next class. Marik, Bakura, and Yami, please stay behind, I need to speak with you. You can invite Draco to stay too, if you wish." Professor Zhira said. Everyone filed out of the classroom, leaving the Slytherin quartet behind.
"You wished to speak with us, Professor?" Yami asked.
"What did you boys think of what I taught today?" she asked.
"They're Darks, aren't they." Draco said it more as a statement than an actual question. Zhira nodded.
"Yes, yes they are. Very observant, Draco."
"It was obvious, you practically told us." Bakura said.
"Well, thanks for letting us know what we are, we'll be leaving now." Marik said and tried to hurry away.
"Stay," Marik's body froze at Zhira's command.
"You three aren't the only Darks. I am too. Which means I need to show you how to control your powers. You might've noticed that they have increased and strengthened, becoming more…rambunctious." she commented.
"Do you know why? It's never happened before." Yami said.
"It means you've met your Lights. Your Lights strengthen your powers and help you maintain control over them," she answered.
"I've been meaning to ask you about that. The Lights and Darks…are they like lovers or something?" Draco asked, a bit disgusted.
"Sometimes, not always. Although all Lights and Darks develop an attachment for each other, they don't always get together in that way." Zhira told Draco.
"If every Dark has a Light, where's yours? I'd like to meet him or her." Yami said.
"You three NEED to find your Lights and convince them to accept you. I cannot stress how important that is. There is nothing worse than losing your Light," she said in an emotionless voice, a cold mask slipping onto her face and purposely ignoring Yami's question.
"Tch, I don't need-" Bakura was cut off.
"Yes you do!" Zhira responded sternly, "Marik, you've found your Light already, haven't you?" she asked slyly.
"Malik-Pretty?" he said surprised, then he grinned, "I love Malik-pretty, there is nothing that will ever hurt him as long as I have any say in it." he said with bright eyes.
"Very good. Now, you need to get him to accept you. I think both of you," she said looking at Bakura and Yami, "already know who your Lights are. Just admit it to yourselves and to your Lights. Also, I need to inspect your magicks. It won't hurt, a faint prodding of your magic." Zhira stepped up to Yami and looked at him as her eyes started glowing.
"Good, a combination of shadow and weather magic, very strong and healthy. Bakura, you next." Zhira looked at him and smiled, "Shapeshifter, haven't seen one of those for awhile. Your magic is particularly hard to handle, I hope you find your light soon. And last but not least, Marik." she looked at him with glowing eyes. Her face contorted in disgust and backed away quickly.
"Marik! Your magic it's…it's covered by some gooey matter. That is very bad for a fire starter such as yourself! It dampens your flame and constricts your magic! What have you been eating or drinking?" Zhira glared at Marik. How could he hurt himself this way?
"Nothing out of the ordinary ma'am. Just my medication potion. It's for my psychosis." Marik said hurriedly.
"Let me see that potion." Draco handed her the vial of potion he always carried around, just in case. Zhira uncapped it and took a sniff.
"Do you have any idea what you've been drinking? This is as poisonous to your magic as carbon monoxide is to muggles! How long have you been drinking this?"
"Ever since I can remember. Lucius told me I was sick and needed to drink this once every month." Marik responded, "I thought he was right because, after awhile, if I'd stop drinking it, I'd go crazy."
"Those psychotic episodes are called withdrawal symptoms! Your magic must have build up a tolerance, that's why you're not dead. I'll have to remove the poison from your magic. It'll be very painful and you'll be 'psychotic' for a few days afterward. Yami, go fetch Malik from whatever class he's in, tell the professor its urgent." Yami hurried to do as he was told.
"Malik-pretty? What does he have to do with this?" Marik asked.
"He's your Light, he'll be a source of comfort during this…de-intoxication. Believe me, he'll be able to help you through the pain." Zhira answered. With a wave of her hand, she sent the desks and seats to either sides of the room, leaving the center clear. She brought some blankets, out of nowhere, and made a make-shift bed on the floor. Yami came rushing back inside, practically dragging Malik behind him.
"Oww! Yami, let go! You're hurting me!" Malik cried. Marik rushed to his side and growled at Yami.
"NEVER hurt Malik-pretty!" he snarled. He immediately put himself between Yami and Malik. Yami took the hint and backed off and nodded at Marik in acknowledgement of his previous statement.
"Why am I here anyway?" Malik asked.
"You're here because Marik has to go through a very painful process of de-intoxication. Since you're he's your Dark, as I'm sure you have figured out during class, you will be able to help him through his pain." Zhira explained.
"What am I supposed to do?" Malik asked, with a hint of worry in his voice.
"Just hold him. Now, Marik, lay down," Zhira said quickly. Marik lay down on the floor, but Malik quickly rushed to his side and lifted Marik's head and placed on his lap. Marik looked up at Malik and smiled.
"How sweet," Zhira said, her voice devoid of emotion, "Yami, Bakura, and Draco, get to class, your services are no longer needed. Yami, and Bakura, do not forget what I said about the importance of finding your Lights. I cannot teach you to control your magic if you don't have Lights. Draco, tomorrow after your classes, come back for your Occulemency lessons."
They all nodded and left quietly. Zhira sat on the floor with Marik and Malik. She went into meditation and felt around with her magic to find Marik's poisoned magic. As soon as she found it, her aura flared up in defense. She began muttering something in Latin; all of a sudden, Marik let out an earsplitting scream.
Marik felt as if his very blood was turned to ice, ice so cold it burned. He writhed on the cold stone floor in agony. Malik watched in devastation as his Dark suffered.
"What are you doing to him? Stop whatever you're doing!" he shrieked at Zhira. He was ignored, for it seemed to be taking a lot of concentration for Zhira to keep the process going. He held Marik close to him.
"Shhh, Marik, I'm here. It'll be over soon," Malik tried to comfort Marik, tears streaming down his face. Marik's body had started emitting a sickly, bright green misty substance. He was still flailing about and screaming, much to Malik's dismay, who wanted nothing more than to make all his pain go away. Then, as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Marik went completely limp and seemingly stopped breathing.
"Marik? Marik! Don't you dare die on me!" Malik shrieked hysterically, "You do, and I'll personally visit Osiris to get you back and kill you myself! You hear me? Don't die…please don't die…please," he sobbed.
Zhira was panting, leaning tiredly against a desk. Malik glared at her.
"You killed him!"
"I…did…no…such…thing," she said between gasps. Marik stirred.
"M-Malik-pretty?" he stuttered.
"Mariku! You're okay! Thank Ra almighty. Don't you ever scare me like that again!" Malik hugged Marik and buried his face into Marik's neck.
"Mariku scared Malik-pretty? Mariku is so sorry, please forgive Mariku," Marik pleaded.
"Just don't ever nearly die on me again, okay?" Malik sniffled, "Promise me that you won't leave me?"
"Mariku swears upon his dying breath not to ever abandon pretty-pretty Malik." Marik said. Zhira had slipped away while they were chatting. They were still sitting on the floor, comforting each other, holding each other.
END OF CHAPTER
TBC
Jaazi: This chapter was to give you a little background on the yamis' and hikaris' magic. Hope I didn't confuse anyone. Any questions just ask in your reviews.
DJ: Why did I help them? I don't do favors.
Jaazi: Well, you do now.
KK: PLEASE REVIEW!
DJ: AND WE MEAN NOW!
Jaazi: Yeesh! DJ, calm down.
DJ: I was only trying to do a favor…it feels odd.
Jaazi: (eye roll) Don't hurt yourself trying. Oh, and for you tendershipping (bakuraxryou) fans, worry not! I have big plans on forcing stubborn Bakura to hook up with the utterly adorable Ryou!
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