Summary: Things aren't quite going as planned for Seto Kaiba. On his return from America he vowed to spend more time with his younger brother – instead he finds himself engulfed in a sinister game. Chosen by the Sennen Rod he unwittingly becomes part of the 'Egyptian Fairytale' he has always scorned. Hunted by wielders of a strange, modern magic Seto finds himself spirited away by a more-then-reluctant traveling companion and involved in a sinister plot to overthrow the government. All Seto wanted was to spend some time with his little brother. What he got was a magical revolution – and Severus Snape.

Warnings: Possibilities of future Shounen Ai, nasty language and death.


Book One of Eight;

Chasing the Dragon

-Chapter Eight-
Diagon Alley

-Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus-


Diagon Alley had seen a fair share of strange characters in its day – apparently it came with the territory.

Bustling with Goblins, Hags, Vampires, Witches and Wizards (with a healthy dose of all the crooks of the underworld mixed in for good measure) it was the throbbing heart of the London Wizarding Community.

However, from the way that the shoppers stopped to stare at their group one might have thought that they were the strangest bunch of people on earth. The more likely scenario being that they had merely seen Seto Kaiba.

To the shoppers credit Seto hadn't gone out of his way to be unremarkable. His flashiest, most expensive white leather trench coat billowing out behind him was a stark contrast to the terribly black ensemble beneath. Wrapped in belts and silver-buckles he was hardly a sight that faded into the background. (1)

He had picked this outfit for the very same reason that he had worn it during Battle City – to be noticed.

The Weasley's had quickly split away from him – not that he blamed them. It wasn't high on their priority list to be seen escorting a fugitive of the Ministry of Magic – at least, not if they didn't want to follow the path of Otogi Ryuuji.

The Wizards didn't seem particularly fond of Azkaban. (2)

Smirking his most infamous smirk at the staring shoppers he twirled the Sennen Ron lazily between his fingers and flashed a dangerous stare around himself.

'You're shameless – you know that don't you omote?' Set interjected with laughter tickling his voice.

'They're asking for it' Seto responded lazily before turning his stare on Mokuba with a half-smile.

Mokuba was far too used to his brothers antics to notice and had been staring with avid curiosity at the sights around him.

"Hey nii-sama! Look at that - "

Seto followed his brothers pointed finger to a store window which bore the legend, 'Quality Quidditch Supplies' and turned back to his brother who was grinning wickedly.

"Witches do ride broomsticks!"

Set snorted loudly in his head and Seto raised an eyebrow faintly before commenting absently, "then maybe you should stop torturing that Weasley Girl – she might turn you into a toad."

Mokuba wrinkled his nose and caught hold of Seto's hand. The boy then proceeded to excitedly drag him in the direction of the store window.

Standing in front of the display Seto was able to read the plaque that was propped against a sleek broomstick that was hovering in mid-air in a display case.

Those who had been examining the broomstick with varying degrees of excitement cast nervous looks in his direction before backing away muttering to each other nervously.

Seto smirked.

'Everything going to plan then omote?' the spirit drawled lazily.

'Of course' Seto responded with a roll of his eyes before leaning forwards to read the plaque which soon proved to be an advertisement;

THE FIRE-STORM

'Noted by 'Which Broomstick?' as the next step up into broomstick heaven, this new-model successor of 'The Firebolt' is equipped with the newest developments in Racing Technology. With an aerodynamic handle of the finest oak (made from the legendary woods of Kilmarnock, Scotland) treated with a liquid-diamond polish and complete with its own registration number is the next step up for the serious Quidditch player. Each twig has been specifically selected for the single goal of drag-free perfection and has been measured to reach 0-200 k/ph in ten seconds. Complete with an attached fall-proof wand holder and security charm for protection the Firestorm is the new perfection in racing brooms.'

Price on Request(3)

Seto turned his gaze towards Mokuba to see the boy was ogling the broomstick with apparent fascination. When his head turned slowly towards Seto with the beginning of a pleading stare a grimace touched the older Kaiba's face. Seto narrowed his eyes and declared a definite, "no!"

Mokuba's eyes clouded with a shimmer of crocodile tears and he proceeded to throw a very convincing pout in his brothers direction – anyone might have thought he was five years old. "I didn't even say anything!"

Seto raised an eyebrow and shook his head with a roll of his eyes, "you didn't have to – and the answer is still no."

"But Seto."

The elder Kaiba grabbed his brother by the arm and began to stroll off down the alley - blatantly ignoring the protesting of Mokuba who was claiming, "at least let me look at it some more..."

"Plenty of time for that later – at the moment I have to make sure that people see me."

Mokuba scowled up at him and huffed out loudly, "me, me, me – you sound an awful lot like Otogi-kun, 'nii-sama."

The menacing stare that the younger Kaiba received in response was met with uneasy laughter and Mokuba added weakly, " - in a good way?"

Amused snickering rumbled in Seto's ear and he nearly jumped when he found Set strolling along beside them – skipping nimbly around the few shoppers that weren't giving the two Kaiba's a wide berth.

Seto paused when the spirit halted beside a store window and raised an eyebrow in Set's direction.

"The Wizards haven't wasted any time in splashing your face into the public eye have they omote?"

Watching as Set tapped a finger against the glass with idle fascination Seto strolled back down the alleyway to get a better look. On closer inspection he found the window was filled with what appeared to be 'wanted' posters.

Surely enough a moving photograph of himself was splashed across one of the posters. Amusement fluttering across his lips Seto lent closer to inspect it – Photo-Seto was scowling down at them with a distinctly haughty expression.

Glancing at the caption beneath his photograph a smirk filtered across his lips.

Have you seen this man?

The Ministry of Magic issues the following warning that the person(s) pictured above are wanted for questioning. He is an elusive fugitive who is known to be highly dangerous – if seen we advise extreme caution and on no means are you to approach him. Contact the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible upon a sighting.

Thank you for your assistance.

Resisting the laughter that threatened to boil out of his lips Seto turned his eyes onto the similar posters that surrounded his own – it was no wonder that Dumbledore hadn't wanted him to leave the Order Headquarters. It appeared that these posters had been plastered all over the alley.

Seto hadn't budged in his demand however – it was important for him to draw attention away from Bakura Ryou if the boy was to elude capture. It was also a very indirect way of letting the Tomb Robber know that he was around – 'The Daily Prophet' had probably never served a better purpose.

Lazily tracing a finger over the cold glass that covered the photo of the grinning Tomb Robber he eyed it with vague amusement – right next to Bakura Ryou was the mugshot of the Pharaoh himself. The others were unfamiliar, a sinister looking bunch of twisted faces that leered down at him with bored expressions. (4)

Seto shook his head and turned away from the window to eye Set with a distinctly disinterested expression. " - And why exactly have you decided to grace us with your presence?"

At this Set gave a half-grin in Seto's direction and swept over to throw an arm and his reincarnations shoulders. "Because my dear reincarnation, that Rod is an awfully stuffy place to spend your time and I would much rather spend it with you and the little snot."

Mokuba blanched and cast a venomous glare in Set's direction.

The spirit snickered and amended himself, "- sorry. Mokuba."

Brushing the spirits hand off of his shoulder Seto pulled a face and strolled away down the alley. Mokuba smirked at Set, "you know. If you just happened to mention to Seto about that broomstick we saw back there – I wouldn't hold it against you, you know?"

Set smirked to himself and raised an eyebrow ominously, "what's in it for me?"

Mokuba seemed to seriously ponder this for several moments before he grinned at the spirit and leaned forwards in a conspiring fashion, glancing shiftily in all directions before muttering, "what is it that you're interested in?"

Mokuba let out a yelp as he was grabbed roughly by the arm and turned to glare darkly in his brothers direction.

"It's not going to happen."

"But 'nii-sama!"

Seto scoffed under his breath and shot a sharp look in Set's direction. The spirit strode after them with a faint grin on his face before clapping an arm back across his reincarnations shoulders, "so where are we going?"


The morning passed by quickly – Seto had already caught sight of at least ten wanted posters bearing his photograph and was starting to get slightly suspicious at the lack of activity around the alleyway. He had thought that someone would have contacted the Ministry of Magic by now – either that or the Ministry of Magic was even more incompetent then the Domino Police Force.

Seto wasn't going to bet on the second option – he had never had the opportunity to meet anyone with the same lack of brain capacity as the Domino Police Force - and that was saying something.

After all, Seto knew Jounouchi Katsuya.

A quiet glance was spared in Set's direction to find him staring around himself with a mildly perplexed expression on his face. "I think somebody is following us omote" he commented suddenly.

Despite Seto's inherent mistrust in the competency of other life-forms he had come to trust the judgment of the spirit of the Rod – he had the somewhat eerie knack of being right a great deal of the time.

Glancing towards Mokuba somewhat nervously he found the boy was peering at some point up the road – Seto had caught sight of a building marked with the sign, 'Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.'

Mokuba eyed the sign hawkishly before wheeling around on his brother, "Seto can we go and -"

"You go on ahead. I've got something to take care of – just make sure you don't leave the store alright."

Mokuba stared at him with a faint frown marring his face. To their surprise however he didn't budge an inch but inspected Seto with a hawk-like stare that was as sharp as any that Severus Snape could have produced.

"What's wrong?" he demanded suddenly.

"It's nothing kid – just, you go on ahead."

"Seto" Mokuba snapped out with a narrowing stare.

"Trust me" the elder Kaiba spoke up sharply leaving no room for discussion.

With a furrowed brow Mokuba stalked up the alleyway before breaking into a run, Seto watched him until he had opened the doorway and disappeared inside of it before he turned back to Set with a slight frown.

"Do you know how many there are?" he spoke up quietly, giving a quick once-over of the ground around them with a intense stare.

"Only one I believe" the spirit replied smoothly.

"Good – I think its about time that we showed these Wizards just who they're dealing with."

A smirk curled across Set's lips and his eyes smoldered like glowing coals, "I'm glad that you agree omote. We can't let the Pharaoh and the Tomb Robber have all the fun now can we?"

The pair walked swiftly side-by-side up the alleyway before turning sharply into a small alcove between two stores and turning about-face to wait. Seto's fingers twisted the Sennen Rod between them yet didn't move it from his waist-band just yet – he would wait and see what kind of opponent it was he was facing first.

It wasn't long before their opponent swaggered into the entrance of the alcove.

Seto's immediate thought was that he was large. Not large in a giant type way, nor large in a Santa Clause pot-belly kind of way. He quite simply was the kind of large that gave you recollections of the biggest bully in school.

His muscles were large and superficial in a pro-wrestler kind of way, clad in what Seto deemed as biker-ware. His lank, extremely-thick bleached-blond hair was pulled back from his face in a lazy ponytail and a broad smile had encountered his heavy jaw.

"It seems we finally get to meet, Seto Kaiba," he commented aloud with the air of a snake that had been slithering around its prey for a rather long time and had now chosen to attack.

"I'm afraid that I don't share your enthusiasm for the joyous occasion" Seto replied flatly.

Seto felt rather then saw Set retreat into his mind.

The large smile on the other mans face stretched even more so and he gave a laugh, "where are my manners I haven't introduced myself. The name is Chad, Chad Valiant - "

The man paused when Seto choked loudly.

With a somewhat affronted glare the other man continued, " - renowned Bounty Hunter and the last person you're ever going to see in your free life."

Seto wondered absently if he had stumbled into an exceedingly cheesy adult film.(5)

"Since you already seem to know so much about me you'll have to excuse the lack of a formal introduction" he spoke up loftily, his feet shifting over the grimy concrete slowly.

The smile on the others thick-set face resurfaced and he performed a mocking bow, "but of course Mister Kaiba. I'm sure the money I'll get when I drag you into the ministry will more then make up for it."

Seto was ready when the man lunged for him, he stepped neatly aside of the flying fist and pivoted on his feet to face him again. He hadn't anticipated the speed with which the other man had recovered however and was met with an exceedingly painful fist in his ribs.

It appeared that those bulky muscles packed a lot of power.

With the audible crunch Seto grimaced and stumbled backwards, an arm curled around his torso as searing pain laced up his rib-cage. 'Careful omote, he's not as slow as he looks' Set voiced sharply in his head and Seto grimaced.

'I figured.'

"Fancy footwork won't help you MisterKaiba."

With a blazing stare Seto met the other mans eyes – nobody taunted Seto Kaiba.

He was ready for the next move the man made, his upper body swung out of the elbows path and Seto drove his knee sharply upwards. A grunt of pain escaped the bounty hunters lips as he stumbled away with a hand rubbing his gut with a grimace.

It only took a second for Seto to realize what the other man was doing before his fingers stretched hurriedly for the Sennen Rod. He dove aside when the first spell went flying – it struck the ground where he had been standing with a sharp crack.

The strange sensation that rolled through him immediately after was completely foreign to him. Seto didn't have any idea what it was that was happening to him.

The rod had begun to glow fiercely in his hands and suddenly Set was neither in his mind or in spirit form. He didn't know where the spirit of the Rod ended and where he began.

Their presences seemed to meld into one moving being in shared control of a single body. They moved with blinding power in their veins and Seto suddenly recognized the tingle of magic in the air.

But this was nothing like the magic that the Wizard had used upon him.

It was thick and dark and smoldering with indignation. It roared and burned and curled around his limbs begging to do his bidding. This magic was older then anything Seto knew, it was older then the city around him, older then the very ground he walked on. This was ancient and powerful.

The shadows curled and quivered at his boots, inky tresses melding around him lovingly. He saw the horror upon the bounty hunters face and his mouth formed a cold smirk that seemed to echo some unknown hatred towards this man, this was justice in his fingertips. Raw, thick and powerful justice.

The shadows exploded around him and snared the entire alcove in darkness and amidst it the bounty hunter was trembling like a rabbit frozen in the headlights. His voice stuttered and squeaked and chattered, his heavy jaw thudding as he stared with confused eyes around himself. It was dark and cold and he knew that he didn't want to stay here.

"What are you?" he hissed suddenly, his voice pitching high and low without control.

Seto smirked or rather Set did, perhaps it was both of them. Neither of them really knew.

"I am the last person you are ever going to see in your free life" he purred in response.

The adrenaline in his veins had swelled into his mind and everything was a pleasant buzzing blur.

He heard the screams of the man when the shadows surged upon him – agonizing screams that rose and fell and became muffled moans of utter despair. The darkness swelled and fed upon the bounty hunter mercilessly and the power in Seto's being dwindled and dropped away.

He was Seto and Set was Set.

The strange connection they had forged had splintered away and the shadows retreated hastily back into their corners, swirling into the shade of the building and the darkness spread by a barrel.

There was only a shell of a man trembling on the ground, weeping and mumbling into his folded arms.

Strength seeped from Seto's body and blood splattered upon the grimy concrete, his knees hit the ground with a solid thud and his limbs trembled.

He didn't know what had happened.

The arms that snuck around him went unchecked.

"There he is!"

"'Nii-sama! What's wrong? What happened?"

Fred and George Weasley hurriedly followed as Mokuba flew to his brothers side. Unlike him they had noticed the large man that was trembling and mumbling to himself in a distracted fashion.

"Oi! Kaiba – C'mon snap out of it" Fred spoke up quickly snapping his fingers in front of Seto's face.

He fell gracelessly onto his backside when he caught sight of the strange double that was wrapped around Seto's waist.

"Blimey! What the -"

George rolled his eyes and extended a hand to his twin with a shake of his head.

"No time for questions you git – or did you happen to forget the large mob of Aurors that are currently scouring the streets for him?"

Without a second thought the pair each seized one of Seto's arms and hoisted him to his feet, ignoring the fact that Set seemed less then happy for them to do so. Mokuba seized hold of the spirits hand and dragged him along with the pair that were all but running back down the street towards their shop in an attempt to remain unnoticed.

"Ugh. He could stand to lose a few pounds you know" Fred grunted out as the pair reached their doorstep.

"He's as skinny as a rake – you're just a lazy git" George retorted sharply as they hoisted Seto through the cluttered aisles stocked with various practical jokes towards the store-room.

"Let's just hope that the Aurors don't decide to start searching shops" Fred retorted with a grimace as they set him down against a wall.

Silence took over as the pair shared nervous glances before turning towards the door as Mokuba burst through it with a hand attached to the look-alike that had previously been attached to Seto on his hand.

Fred and George had a double-take as they realized that he was not only near identical to Seto but that he was somewhat – transparent. "Not the time to ask" George reminded his twin with a half-reprimanding stare and watched as the strange dopple-ganger swooped over to inspect Seto with a narrowed stare.

Mokuba wasn't slow to follow.

"What happened?" he growled in Set's direction with an accusing stare.

The spirit seemed to hesitate as he pressed a hand against his reincarnations forehead before he began to talk, "we were being followed" he muttered out quickly.

Mokuba narrowed his eyes sharply and cocked his head to the side impatiently, " - and?"

"It was a bounty hunter – he attacked and Seto got hurt. Then he attacked again and Seto hurt him – so he pulled out his magical-stick and started firing magic at him. I tried to take over and something – happened."

Set stared hard at the buckles on Seto's trench coat with a faint frown carving into his lips.

"He – We summoned the shadows."

Mokuba's eyebrows rose and his eyes grew very round.

"You – you summoned the shadow realm?" he whispered out faintly.

"What's the -"

George elbowed Fred violently in the ribs and hissed, "not now."

"What about Seto? What's wrong with him?" Mokuba spoke up with traces of panic beginning to enter his voice.

"He's just – exhausted. Shadow Magic takes a lot of strength" Set replied quietly and settled down beside his reincarnation against the wall.

"He just needs to rest."


Seto Kaiba scowled tiredly at the livid expression that had shaped Severus Snape's hawk-like face before turning a similar look upon the Weasley twins.

"What in the hell did you think you were doing?" the Wizard hissed.

Snape's hands were trembling as dark eyes swept over Seto's face.

"Are you trying to get us all locked up in Azkaban? The Daily Prophet will be all over it! Every Auror in London will be scouring the streets for you – What did you think you were doing?"

A distasteful sneer touched upon Seto's lips as he surveyed the man before him with tired irritation – Snape's anger seemed to implode on itself as he took a deep breath.

"Are you trying to turn the eyes of the Wizarding Community onto you?"

Set apparently thought that the Potions Master should be put out of his rampaging misery and shook his head before replying, "that's precisely what he was doing."

Snape visibly flinched at the spirits sudden words – he hadn't seen him standing behind Seto.

"Why (may I ask) did you do an idiotic thing like that?"

Seto rolled his eyes as though the answer should have been obvious.

"A diversion. If that Ministry of yours think they have a lead on my whereabouts they will shift their focus off of the Tomb Robber and the Pharaoh. That – and its a useful way to let the Tomb Robber know where I am."

Snape's sharp eyes regarded him closely for several moments, noticing just how pale the boy looked before a sardonic smile twisted across his lips, "I never picked you for the hero-type."

Seto felt his mouth relax into a familiar smirk and replied smoothly, "neither did I."

"I assume that you've paraded around quite enough now?" was the cool response from the Potions Master.

A humorless laugh rolled up Seto's throat as he glanced sharply towards the shop window. "If I go out again they'll lynch-mob me – despite the 'highly dangerous' warnings."

Set chose that moment to comment absently, "I think that they're gathering torches and pitchforks to mob us with..."

Seto rolled his eyes.

"I take that to mean you think we should leave then?" he inquired with a sharp stare in the spirits direction.

"Precisely omote. Unless that starch-ware you're so fond of is inflammable of course..."

Snape glanced sharply between the two of him before pointedly ignoring the Weasley twins and questioning, "I assume that you were brought here by the Weasley's?"

Mokuba crossed his arms stoutly over his chest and piped up, "they're getting 'School Supplies'. Seems like a weird place to buy books to me."

Snape's dark look between the two Kaiba's didn't go unnoticed – mostly because he didn't bother to hide the grimace that stained his face abruptly afterward. "I am more then glad that I'll never have either of youin my classroom."

Mokuba scowled back fiercely and looking remarkably like his brother retorted, "from what I've heard I'm glad that I'll never have to be in your classroom."

With a visible sneer in the younger Kaiba's direction Severus Snape rubbed at his temples.

It was only midday and he already had a headache.


"Oh thank goodness."

A pair of arms crushed Seto and Mokuba before they had a chance to adjust to their new surroundings – let alone try and escape. Seto let out a hiss of pain and growled out, "get off!"

When he was abruptly released his hand moved gingerly to his rib-cage and Mokuba shuffled hurriedly backwards to escape the fury of another Molly Weasley hug. Almost immediately Set reappeared from the Rod and placed a hand firmly on Seto's shoulder.

"You are going to rest omote" he declared sharply.

Seto scowled in the spirits general direction but didn't put up any arguments – his ribs were already protesting violently against his merely standing.

"We didn't know what had happened to you! - And then all of those Aurors started prowling around the place and we didn't have time to try and find you – Oh thank goodness you're alright! I was so sure that you were captured or worse."

Ignoring Mrs Weasley's continued wailing Set promptly began to steer Seto out of the kitchen with a roll of his eyes. Mokuba made a hasty retreat and aimed to follow them – he didn't want to get caught in another of Mrs Weasley's death-grips.

"We were lucky today omote. Not many people who lose control of the Shadows live to tell about it" Set was muttering as they took the staircase on.

Seto for once in his life was more then happy to lean against the spirit to help himself up the staircase. His ribs grated sharply with every-step and his legs felt heavier then stone.

"If this is lucky then I don't even want to know what unlucky feels like" Seto grumbled back and the spirit rolled his eyes promptly.

"I told you there were reasons for learning Shadow Magic? But did you listen to me? No. This problem was of your own doing omote."

"No need to sound so smug" Seto grumbled back as the spirit hid a grin.

"Smug omote? Me?"

Seto groaned.

They reached the top of the flight of stairs with a relieved grimace from Seto and shuffled down the hallway towards Seto and Mokuba's shared room.

They moved in silence as they reached his room – Seto shrugging off his trench coat and slipping off his boots before sinking back into his mattress with a pained grimace. Set lazily dragged the covers from the end of the bed and pulled them over Seto who pulled a face at him that was much akin to amusement.

"You're turning into a Mrs Weasley" he mused aloud.

The look of revulsion on Set's face with enough to draw laughter from Seto's lips – laughter which was hurriedly cut off by a hiss of pain as he grabbed at his ribs.

For a few seconds Set shifted somewhat uncomfortably on his feet before Seto, in a rare moment of sincerity noted aloud, "I guess that you were right. I suppose that I do need to learn shadow magic – the people who are after us won't hold back from using their magic."

Set gave a faint grin and drawled aloud, "nekhtet!"(6)

Seto rolled his eyes and grimaced in the spirits direction.

"Does this mean that you want to be my student?" Set inquired carefully.

He inspected Seto's face through lowered lashes and fought to keep his expression neutral as his reincarnation paused in thought.

"I suppose it does" Seto murmured back quietly.

The grin that wormed its way onto Set's face was obvious as he suppressed the urge to cry, 'nekhtet' again. It dropped away abruptly however and was replaced with a sly fox-like grin and a smoldering dark stare, "so omote, reconsidered calling me 'Master?'"

Seto snorted with a roll of his eyes and his eyebrow twitched ominously, "not a hope in hell."

Set faked a look of hurt before shrugging and announcing, "you should rest omote."

It didn't take long for Seto to fall asleep – it appeared that summoning the Shadow Realm had taken even more out of him then Set had realized. With a faint smile Set brushed his fingertips over Seto's forehead and murmured a quiet, "em hotep." (7)

With that he retreated to perch lazily upon Mokuba's bed and leaned against the wall with a triumphant smirk touching upon his lips as he leaned his head back to brush against the shabby wallpaper.

His eyes fixed upon his reincarnation Set felt a sense of triumph envelop his body – reigniting a millenia old rivalry that he had yet to forget.

Take that Mahaado.(8)


Footnotes:
1. Black and White are the most stimulating colors for the eyes – areas of high contrast and all that. See the rubbish you learn when you take Art History as a subject?
2. Yup – Otogi-kun got shafted off to Azkaban. By my figuring, even without the Dementors it'd still be a pretty dismal place.
3. Oh c'mon! It's been three years since they put out the Firebolt – you'd have thought that a new model would be out by now wouldn't you... I really hate the name 'Firestorm' by the way..
4. Mmhmm, the Deatheaters that escaped in Book 5. The Ministry aren't all that wonderful at tracking people down are they?
5. C'mon! Chad Valiant – does that not just scream Porn-Star to you?
6. Basically the Ancient Egyptian equivalent of 'BOOYA!'
7. Translates to, "In Peace" - was sometimes used as a greeting by the Ancient Egyptians in the form, "ii-wy em hotep."
8. Set finally got his apprentice.

1. Black and White are the most stimulating colors for the eyes – areas of high contrast and all that. the rubbish you learn when you take Art History as a subject?2. Yup – Otogi-kun got shafted off to Azkaban. By my figuring, even the Dementors it'd still be a pretty dismal place.3. Oh c'mon! It's been years since they put out the Firebolt – you'd have thought that a new model would be out by now wouldn't you... I really the name 'Firestorm' by the way..4. Mmhmm, the Deatheaters that escaped in Book 5. The Ministry aren't all that wonderful at tracking people down are they?5. C'mon! Chad Valiant – does that not just Porn-Star to you?6. Basically the Ancient Egyptian equivalent of '!'7. Translates to, "In Peace" - was sometimes used as a greeting by the Ancient Egyptians in the form, "ii-wy em hotep."8. Set finally got his apprentice.
AN: Despite the amount of action that I was looking forward to in this chapter it still took me forever to write it! I had about twenty different versions of this thing typed up that I ended up scratching and rewording and cutting and finally settled on this version. The whole bounty-hunter thing got cut at some point – then I decided to rewrite it. I just couldn't leave poor Chad out – he needed his moment in the spotlight. Plus it enforces the need for Set to pass on his wily-ways of the Shadows.


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