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Chapter 7

Ryou answered the door at the first knock. He had been given his own room shortly after he regained his memories, and had been expecting Yugi to stop by as soon as he had finished talking to Dumbledore. He had expected the pair to take a little longer, however, because Dumbledore could be irritatingly difficult to talk to.

So he was surprised when he opened his door to find Yugi's bright amethyst eyes sparkling up at him. "Ryou!" the smaller light exclaimed, throwing his arms around his middle in a frantic attempt to see if there was anything wrong. "Are you alright?"

Ryou smiled at the other boy's concern. It was refreshing to know that someone cared about his well being. Well... the wizards claimed to, but it was caring in such a detached way that it didn't register. He didn't know the wizards and they didn't know him. He had been alone so long it would take more than what the wizards had offered him to accept their help as genuine. He had no doubt that they were wondering why Voldemort had targeted him, and how they could use it to their advantage.

He smiled, and closed his arms around the other boy, feeling himself start to relax for the first time in days. He hadn't realized how stressed he was about his missing yami and memories until he felt the comfort the other boy offered him. "I'm fine. These wizards have an interesting type of healing magic. All the physical injuries are gone. It's like they never happened in the first place." He motioned for Yugi to follow him into the sitting room. "I'm afraid I only have one bedroom. You can have the bedroom, and I can take the couch."

Yugi smiled at him, his eyes flicking up and down his body, taking in his condition. "Don't worry about sleeping arrangements yet," he teased, sitting down on the couch and pulling Ryou down next to him. "We just spoke to Dumbledore." His eyes flashed red, and the smile morphed into a frown. Ryou knew that the Pharaoh had taken control for the moment. "It is interesting magic." the Ancient spirit agreed. "But these people are undoubtedly dangerous. I don't think we should remain longer than we have to. Dumbledore was already trying to get us to join his fight."

Ryou nodded. "Did..." he started, but trailed off, his hands fisting his shirt where his Ring would usually lie. "Did Dumbledore tell you anything about Bakura?"

'Yugi' tilted his head, his hands held still in his lap. "A little. He doesn't know anything beyond what you told him, but what he does know is incriminating enough. He says, that after we retrieve the Ring, he'll give it back. But he knows how powerful the Ring is and he wants to use it."

Ryou frowned. "He couldn't. I'm the Ring's bearer, and Bakura says that it won't pick another until I die."

Yami frowned back through Yugi's face, and Ryou giggled at the grim look, dropping his hands, and letting that hopeful, light feeling sneak back in. He could tell by the way the Pharaoh's mouth upturned into a small smile, that Yugi had rolled his eyes at Ryou's reaction. "Yes,"

The pharaoh continued, his voice grave, "I suppose that's true..." He trailed off, fading into the background as Yugi made his appearance.

"Well." The shorter boy announced, bouncing to his feet, filling the room with playful energy. "We've just gotten here from Japan, and I'm afraid that we're terribly tired. Bakura-kun, you look tired too. Why don't we all sleep on it and meet up again in the morning?"

Ryou smiled. "Alright. I suppose I am a bit tired." In contrast to his words, the boy swayed as struggled to get up and show his guests their room. Yugi put a stop to it quickly.

"Stay, Ryou. You don't look like you'll make it to the bedroom." he moved over to the white haired boy, hands firmly on the other's shoulders and pushed him back down. "Stay here." he commanded. He then moved to the bedroom. Ryou heard him pull off the top cover of the forest green bed sheets,and the soft sound of moving a pillow. When he made it back to Ryou, the white haired boy had begun to sway back and forth and blink rapidly.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I don't know what's come over me."

Yugi smiled. "Go to sleep, Bakura-kun. We can talk in the morning."

The white haired boy drifted off, feeling the tension that had been plaguing him begin to dissipate. He finally felt that they now had a chance to make everything right.

Dumbledore watched the door click firmly behind the child that their guest had invited. Yugi Motou, he called himself. The Headmaster hummed thoughtfully. Though he hadn't meant to, the boy had managed to answer some of the questions he had about this item that Ryou had lost.

He hadn't known much about the Ring other than the fact that it was a powerful magic artifact that Voldemort had been trying to summon. The Dark Lord was being extremely closed lipped about what it was for, and Dumbledore couldn't find any references to such an ancient object in the school library. Voldemort himself must have found it in some obscure text.

But the boy had unwittingly let him know that it was something that would be a powerful weapon if it was in his hands, powerful to an extent that even the dark lord would underestimate his power. He also committed the terms nameless pharaoh and Tomb Keepers to memory, sure that they were the key to finding out what the boys were hiding.

He knew that his followers would expect him to help the boys get their ring back, and then return them home. But for a moment, he couldn't help but contemplate what would it be like if he kept it? How much easier would it be if he had that weapon? Maybe, he thought recklessly, just maybe this was the power the Dark Lord knew not. Maybe Harry was meant to have this ring, not some little Japanese no one.

The thought hung heavily in his mind.

A/N: Hi everyone! Sorry for the short chapter, this summer has been pretty hectic. =.= This story should wrap up in a couple more chapters. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!