The boy was strange, and if someone was acting strange it always turned out to be something very bad. Take Quirrell for example, he was very strange and he ended up hosting Voldemort in his head.

The point was that he couldn't take the risk.

Chapter Ten

Ryou sighed, twisting his neck as the sparks of ancient magic whipped by. It wasn't something his was involved in, he thought, but one could never be too sure with the Tomb Robber, and the Tomb Keeper. They were their own brand of mischief.

/Yami, / He called, making sure that his voice was calm and respectful. /Were you the cause of the magic a moment ago? /

The spirit shifted, irritated at being bothered. /No. /

/Do you know who did? / Ryou asked, fighting back his temper. If he showed his anger then the spirit would be more inclined not to share what he knew, and Ryou needed that information. Unlike Malik or Bakura, Ryou cared about the people in the school; he didn't want them to be hurt from the different magic.

Wizards, Ryou found, were quite arrogant in how they approached the rest of the world. They only saw what they had and believe that was the only power out there. It caused their dismissal of the muggles and made them absolutely clueless of how little power they had. Yet that wasn't their fault, well maybe a little, but Ryou still couldn't sit back and watch them destroy themselves just because they didn't know what they were doing.

/Why not? / Bakura sneered in his mind, /they would deserve it. It's not like they have done anything for us, why should we risk ourselves to interfere with them? /

Ryou paused. /How would we be risking ourselves? /

There was no answer.

Well, Ryou thought, at least I know who it's not. There was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach, warning him that he was forgetting something crucial. For the life of him though, he couldn't remember what.

/Don't worry about it. / The spirit advised.

Ryou mentally shrugged. He would remember in due time, he supposed, if it was as important as he thought he wouldn't be able to miss it.

Harry hadn't slept a wink that night. His dreams were haunted with golden eyes, and a powerful voice. Something wasn't pleased with him, but he wasn't sure what.

"Ron?" he yawned, stretching out in his bed, remembering the conversation the night before. With the appearance of the Egyptian-like dreams, he had more questions than ever about Ron's trip; he had awakened with the feeling that the trip somehow played a role in how weird Ryou was.

As much as Ryou was his friend, he couldn't ignore the strange occurrences around him. His mood shifts. The prediction. He couldn't risk it. He had to break the trust the other boy gave him.

Meow. Harry looked around, searching for the cat. It wasn't that odd for some of the student's cats to enter the dormitory, though none of the occupants themselves kept cats in there. Crookshanks was a common visitor, as was a pretty white cat. It was neither of them who had greeted Harry though.

Upon Ron's bed, where the red head should have been, there sat an ordinary ginger cat. Its legs sprawled across the covers as it stared at the scarred boy. Harry froze.

"Ron?" He asked again, his voice laden with trepidation. The cat meowed again, its paw whacking the comforter.

It couldn't be. It just wasn't possible.

Harry shrugged dismissing the alarming idea; Rob probably woke up early and went to eat breakfast. Though uncommon, it wasn't something that was unheard of.

He climbed out of his own bed, tossing on his clothes and gathering the books he needed for the morning classes, he didn't want the return to the dorm until later. Hermione would be at breakfast and he could ask her if she had seen Ron at all, as well as getting more information about Egypt. If anyone knew the dangers its artifacts could possess she would.

The trip down the stairs seemed to take longer than normal. Perhaps it was his inattention, or the odd circumstances of the year but forever reason he didn't notice the looming figure above him. Watching silently as he traveled, however it made no move to attack him.

Harry reached Breakfast, just in time to grab some of the few hot dishes left. That was the danger of coming later; sometimes you were stuck with things you didn't want. He began to eat as he scanned the Gryffindor table as he noted the absence of Hermione and Ron.

If they weren't there, Mione had probably dragged the redhead to the library.

"Hey Dean," Harry called, "have you seen Ron or Hermione today?" It was just a precaution, he assured himself. It wasn't needed.

The Muggleborn tilted his head as he thought. "Hermione was in here earlier, though I haven't seen Ron yet."

Harry grinned. "Perhaps he was banished to the library without breakfast, we do have a potions quiz today." The muggleborn grinned back, nodding.

Again Harry set off to track down his two missing friends, the nagging feeling returned still as unbelievable as its last appearance. He again refused to consider it content in the knowledge that it was impossible.

The walk to the library was short, and as usual when he entered the librarian glared at him. Harry wondered what she was doing in a school if she didn't want to share her precious books with the students. It didn't make much sense to him.

Hermione was easy to spot with her large mop of bushy hair. "Hermione, I had a few questions I needed to ask you..." he called.

Unnoticed by the wizards, the gold cat began to glow, a beaming pulse that caused the shadows to shudder and one albino trip. Snake-like tendrils slithered through the castle intent on its goal, invisible to the wizards. It clasped its targets in glee and moved.