Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, YuGiOh or the concept of the wildfolk and the White Lady(although I made a lot about them up).
Spoilers: PS/SS, CoS, PoA, GoF and OotP. Slight HBP spoilers (characters and spells).
In this story, Yuugi is 16, the same age as Harry. I'm not very good with the name of story arcs and stuff, but it's after Yami Marik has been banished to the shadow realm. Bakura is...sort of a good guy, but he's still him.
/blah/ Yami to Yuugi
/blah/ Yuugi to Yami
:blah: Bakura to Ryou
:blah: Ryou to Bakura
'regular thoughts'
spells and narrateory-type thing
emphasis and shadow magic
pensieve memories
Chapter 8 – A Random Hogwarts Interlude
They turned the corner, only to meet the stares/glares of the others.
"Is there something you forgot to mention?" demanded Jou.
"Er…"
….
…punish you for your failure. Crucio!"
Their screams echoed in the deserted manor.
"We're waiting!" Anzu said in a singsong voice.
Harry glanced at the others. Malik stayed blank, Ryou shrugged and Yuugi gave him an encouraging look. He sighed and sat down.
"It's complicated."
"Why don't you start from the beginning then?" said Serenity, who seemed to be taking this much more calmly than the others.
"Alright. For centuries my family has been both host and guardian to a great power. Because of something that happened when I was a child, the power grew even more and became sentient. According to the two yamis, the power is either similar to or connected to that of the Millennium Items. Those people in robes you saw want the power for themselves. They have been after me for my whole life, that's why Pol is so protective of me."
They sat there for a while, absorbing all the information, before deciding that since the yamis already knew, he probably wasn't a threat to them or just another psycho after the puzzle.
"Dat's good enough for me! So about these sweets…"
Everyone burst into laughter.
"…in for Monday, I want everyone to write an essay comparing the legends of the Nameless Pharaoh and the Inca Princess. Between two and four feet, any longer or shorter than that and you will receive a zero. Dismissed."
"Only four feet! You must be distraught Hermione! You'll have to – gasp! – limit yourself!" teased Ron.
The students who had flinched, expecting her to explode, were pleasantly surprised when she replied placidly "Actually, it's good experience. Muggle universities and colleges make you do the same thing. It's to make sure the essay is relevant and concise." She continued to lecture them on the importance of this while everybody groaned.
Ryou leaned over to whisper to Yuugi "I'm just going to the bathroom, I'll see you in the common room."
"Okay."
He slipped away from the group and headed back in the direction of the classroom where there was a boys toilets. He was on his way back to meet up with the others when his path was blocked. He vaguely remembered seeing the pale blonde boy who was in front of him in a few classes, sneering and making nasty comments about people to his friends.
"What do you want?"
The boy ignored him for a few moments, looking him up and down. Finally he spoke. "Is this the best Potter can do? An albino mudblood? Well. No matter. You won't be his friend for much longer. The Dark Lord wants to break him slowly. If I can't be the one to do it, at least I can be the one to cause it. Imperio!"
Ryou had been listening to this speech with growing confusion, but at the last word he felt a kind of dreamy lassitude coming over him. A voice was whispering in his mind that he was to stick close to Potter and then hand him to the Dark Lord, that the betrayal would be enough to break Potter like he should be. However, years of fighting with Bakura for control over his body had hardened his will, not to mention that Bakura himself was becoming increasingly irritated with the boy, who was still prattling on at him.
"…show him to underestimate me. Now, I want you to go back to the common room, get Potter and bring him back here. Alone."
"How about…no?"
"What?"
"Did you honestly think you could control me? Please. Better just go back to this Dark Lord bloke and tell him you've failed. I doubt he'll be surprised. It's always arrogant swine like you that have the least actual ability." he said in a scathing voice, meanwhile thinking 'Oh Ra! I'm turning into a cross between Bakura and Kaiba! Except their insults wouldn't be that unoriginal.'
"No-one insults me and gets away with it! Cruciarrgh!" He was cut off in the middle by a wave of energy that picked him up and slammed him against the wall.
He got to his feet slowly, then growled and went to attack again. This time the wave was crackling with electricity, and left the boys' hair sticking up like a porcupines quills. The air felt charged somehow, and a wind was blowing from nowhere. Ryou felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
Suddenly, glowing words appeared in the air, as thought they were being written by a giant invisible hand. 'DO NOT ATTACK THOSE UNDER OUR PROTECTION!' As the last word was finished, the boy started screaming and writhing, trying to swat something away. Little cuts and scratches started appearing on his body. As quickly as it had started it stopped, leaving him with blood dripping down his face and hands. He whimpered and ran off.
Ryou stood there for a moment, shocked. "What the heck was that?" A voice came from behind him, making him jump and whirl.
"That was the protection of the wildfolk."
"You did that?"
"No, not me. Her."
He turned to see what she was pointing at and saw the sylph from the lake, hovering there.
"Seems she's taken a liking to you. She stopped Malfoy from attacking and sent a message to me, saying you were in danger. I must admit the writing and scratches were my idea though, I got some more sylphs and sprites to do it." She gave a sigh. "I'm going to have to teach you to control her a little bit I think, in case she gets jealous and starts trying to kill all your girlfriends."
Ryou blushed. "Does that happen often?"
"Not too often, but it's best to nip it in the bud, so to speak. I remember the White Lady incident. That was not pretty."
"Right then…I'd better get over to the common room, the others will be wondering where I've gone."
"Noooo! It's not possible!"
"What did I miss?" Ryou asked, looking sideways at the wailing Ron.
"Ron lost a game of chess. He's never lost a game before."
"Well, not since he was 4 anyway" put in the redheaded girl called Ginny.
Suddenly Ron stopped moaning and grinned. "Finally! A challenge! Rematch?"
"Maybe tomorrow, I've gotta go now." said Yuugi, before standing up.
"What took you so long?" asked Malik.
"Some blonde git ranting about 'the Dark Lord' tried to put a spell on me. Didn't work though, he must need practice."
"What spell?" asked Harry, suddenly alert.
"Umm, Imperio or something." He turned to look at Hermione who had gasped. "What?"
"It's an Unforgivable Curse. It takes over a person and forces them to do whatever the caster wants. You can only fight it off with willpower. You say it was cast wrong? Any odd behaviour since then?"
"Well I was rude and insulting. That's odd for me, but he was really annoying."
"Hmm…anyway, ready to head back?"
"Yup."
Meanwhile…
"If our Lord hadn't wanted you alive, that could have been arranged… However, don't say you had no warning. Crucio!"
"Mirror Force!" shouted Yami, before the attack was reflected back onto the caster, who shrieked and fell to the floor. That seemed to be a symbol for the other Death Eaters, who all attacked at once.
"Stupefy!"
"Sectumsempra!"
"Vividus Mort!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Slasheo!"
"Negate Attack!"
All of the spells disappeared into tiny black holes. The Death Eaters looked shocked.
Meanwhile Malik had pulled out the Millennium Rod. "Stay where you are!" All the Death Eaters did just that.
"Kuso! Where are my toys when I actually want them?" shouted Bakura. There was a flash of green fire and lots of little dolls and one stuffed wolf appeared. "Oh…thanks." he said, looking confused, before: "By the power of the Millennium Ring, I bind your souls to these dolls!"Just before he finished speaking, four Death Eaters grabbed a chair, which for some reason no-one had noticed, yelled 'Serpent!' and the scene disappeared. Colours swirled around them, then they landed in Voldemort's meeting room.
Voldemort emerged from his pensieve looking thoughtful. "So that's the new opponent is it? Interesting. Narcissa you may remove your memories."
He waited until she had done so, and then spoke again. "Hold out your arm." He pressed his finger against her dark mark, then watched as it turned black. More Deatheaters began apparating in. When they were all assembled, he addressed them.
"It seems yet again I have noticed something you all overlooked in your incompetence. I want you to search everywhere, both magical and muggle, for information on something called the Millennium Ring. Don't fail me again. Dismissed."
TBC
A.N. Sorry about the delay, my computer broke, among other things. The next chapter will go up sometime this month. Also, just in case anyone cares, I've finally written my profile.
Review Replies
Darkrose Dragonkin: Sorry, didn't mean to sound snappish. Hopefully I'll get back on track now, but it is sorta awkward juggling life, exams and three separate stories.
Shinigami: This story was started pre HBP, so my Snape is a good guy. I'm really trying hard not to write this whole long spiel on how Snape might still be good. I spent 2 hours solid arguing with my brother over it when the book had sunk in for us both. Anyway, the Luna idea is a good one. Malfoy, being who he is is bound to need revenge, and then Harry will want some and so on. It's a vicious cycle.
Yami Bakura:Don't worry, I'm gonna keep going till the end.
AvidReader123: Thanks. I'd heard that he did that in the manga. Was I wrong?
Thanks also to lady sakura cosmos, Twin Tails Speed, ragnarok the 1st and The Copper Arabianfor their reviews.
Keep 'em coming please!
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