An Author's Note: Have I mentioned I don't own Yugioh or Harry Potter? I don't, by the way…and I don't own Star Wars either…
Chapter 7
The Feast
Now that the Sorting was finally over, it was time for one of the best parts of the evening, the feast. As soon as Dumbledore said "Tuck in" food magically appeared on the tables.
/I wonder how Kaiba is going to explain away this…what is that?/ Yami said as Yugi poked at a pot pie.
/I'm not sure…wonder if it has kidney in it…/
/Kidney! British people eat kidney!?/
/I think so…/ "Hey, Harry, which one of these pie things is kidney?" Yugi asked Harry, who was sitting across from him and Bakura.
"Here's the kidney pie, if you want it." Harry made to pass the pie, but Yugi held up his hands and shook his head.
"No! I was just trying to avoid it!" Yugi said. "I really don't want kidneys…"
"Oh…okay…" Harry paused. "But…don't Japanese people eat raw fish?"
"It's not the same thing…"
There was a long awkward pause over this moment of cultural clash.
Over at the Slytherin table, Marik had managed to strike up a conversation with several people (Malfoy defiantly not included), and was making fast friends. The young Egyptian had realized that, in order to survive in such a bigoted minded House it was best to make as many allies as he possibly could. He had already heard of this wizard sport called Quidditch and had pegged it as a way to earn popularity points. Marik knew that it was dangerous to try and manipulate his housemate's minds, so he would have to use conventional methods to gain allies. He knew that he could do it…
Meanwhile, Seto Kaiba had pulled out his famous laptop and prepared to fire it up…unfortunately for him it refused to fire.
"What…is…this?" Kaiba growled.
"Muggle things don't work at Hogwarts you stupid Mudblood." Malfoy sneered.
Kaiba growled, stood up and strode towards the table where the teachers were sitting. McGonagall gave him a withering glare, but he ignored her.
"What's this about my laptop not working in this dump?" Kaiba bellowed at Dumbledore, who did not seem to mind this outburst.
"I'm afraid technology can't work on Hogwarts grounds." He said.
"Look Gandolf, I have a multimillion dollar company to run! If I can't access the Internet I can't give orders. If I can't give orders very bad things happen. So, there had better be a way for me to use my computer, because if there is not, I am going back to Japan right now!"
McGonagall was about to tell him to ahead and go back to Japan, but Dumbledore calmly said "I am sure we can come to some arraignment, Mr. Kaiba. Please be patient with us until then."
"Fine. You just hope my stocks don't go down until then." Kaiba growled and stormed back to his seat.
"Cheerful fellow, isn't he?" Ron muttered as they watched Kaiba stalk around.
"Oh, that's just Kaiba being Kaiba. He's actually alright once you get to know him." Yugi said.
"No he's not." Bakura muttered.
Finally, the feast was over. Dumbledore stood up to say a few words, but before he got properly started, a fat, froglike woman interrupted him.
/hahahaha! Look Host! It's Jabba the Hutt!/ the spirit said. Bakura tried not to laugh.
Jabba the Hutt…okay, Professor Umbridge started on a boring little spiel about the dangers of advancing to far…or something like that. Most of the students had managed to lapse into a coma by her fifth word. Only Hermione, Kaiba and the spirit of the Ring paid any attention. And none of them liked what they heard.
/So…interesting…/ the spirit said.
/Huh?/ Poor Bakura's brain had almost shut down from her droning.
/This "Ministry of Magic" is trying to take over the operation of this school…very interesting…./ the spirit replied. /Ask your new "friend's" about this ministry./
/…why should I?/ Bakura said.
Long pause…then /ummm…please?/
/Okay./ Bakura said.
Hmmm, that was less painful than I thought it would be. The spirit thought.
"Hey, Harry, what's the Ministry of Magic?" Bakura whispered.
"Huh?...oh. They basically make the laws here…and they're…well they're kinda a bunch of idiots."
"Why?" Yugi asked.
"Ummm, never mind." Harry did not want to talk about Cedric Diggory, and he had a feeling that was where this conversation might lead to if not stopped now.
/Very interesting, Host./ the spirit said gleefully. /So far we have three different organizations here: these Hogwarts people, the Ministry, and that mysterious organization we stumbled upon in that alley. And it turns out there are spies here from both organizations/
/Huh?/
/Look closely at the teacher's table, who do you see there?/
Bakura looked and saw the hook nosed man they had seen talking to Wormtail in the alley.
/Is he a teacher here?/ Bakura asked.
/Ask the wizards./ the spirit demanded.
"Who is that teacher up there?" Bakura whispered to Harry "The one that looks like he is ready to kill Jabba up there."
Harry looked at Bakura "Jabba?" he asked.\
"Jabba the Hutt. You know, from Star Wars?" Bakura said. Harry shook his head.
"Never seen it, but the man you are looking at is Snape. He's the potions master here. He also hates Gryffindors, so watch out."
/Very very interesting./ the spirit muttered.
Finally, Jabba…oops, Umbridge, finally stopped talking and let Dumbledore have the floor back. After some final words from Dumbledore the prefects, including Hermione and Ron, started leading the first years up to the dorms.
As it turned out Yugi and Bakura had a room just across from the one with Harry, Ron, Seamus and Dean…so they got to hear the argument that ensued over whether or not Harry was crazy.
"Wonder what or who this Dark Lord they keep talking about is?" Yugi wondered. "Think it has something to do with the Millennium items, Bakura?"
"I'm not sure…but the evil spirit doesn't." Bakura answered. "In any case, I am going to bed. Classes start tomorrow. Goodnight Yugi."
"Goodnight Bakura."
Yugi yawned and got into bed, thoughts of tomorrow filling his head. Tomorrow, the start of classes…September second…September second?
Yugi shot up. /YAMI! Tomorrow is September second!/
/Yes…and?/
/It's Bakura's birthday tomorrow…isn't it?/
/…you're right, partner…we forgot it…/
/Great, perfect! What kind of friends ARE we, Yami?/
Yugi, no longer able to sleep, got out of bed and walked into the Gryffindor common room. He paced around, agitated.
"Hey, you're that Japanese kid Ron was telling us about…Yugi right?"
Yugi turned and stared at a pair of red headed twins.
"Yes." He said in Japanese, but then remembered where he was "Yes." He repeated.
"What's the matter? You have jetlag?" one of the Weasley twins asked (it was Fred, but Yugi didn't know that).
"Well…actually…"Yugi found himself telling the two Weasleys about it being Bakura's birthday tomorrow…
The twins got a bit of a scary glint in their eyes.
"We could give you a hand if you want. We could find you a cake, and maybe help with some presents…but it will cost you." George said.
"Cost me what?" Yugi asked.
/Careful, partner…/ Yami warned.
"Tell me, my spiky haired friend, have you ever considered becoming a test subject?" George said with a slightly evil smirk.
Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room, pecking order was being established.
"You two had better learn the rules here!" Malfoy bellowed at Kaiba and Marik. "My father is-"
"Oh boy, here we go." Kaiba muttered "Do I have to break your mouth in order to get you to shut up?"
"I could get you thrown out of this castle in a day and-"
"If there is one thing I HATE more then friendship speeches it is cowards who don't fight their own battles!" Kaiba bellowed right back. "You want to have a feud with me? FINE! But if you are going to just cower behind daddy like a little mouse, then I don't see the point. DON'T WASTE MY TIME!" With that Kaiba began to march past Malfoy.
"CRABB, GOYLE, GET HIM!" Malfoy shouted.
A few moments later Malfoy's body guards where thrown against a wall with black eyes all around several lumps.
"So you can't fight your own battles." Kaiba growled "Pathetic."
Marik grinned. It was going to be an interesting school year…
A/N: I've read in several other fanfics that Bakura's birthday is September second…if I am wrong…well…hey, it's a plot point…and will be important…you'll see.