Harry Potter Yu-Gi-Oh crossover – Disclaimer: I own neither
/Ryou and Bakura mind link/
Koe – Voice (What Ryou calls the spirit of the ring)
Yadonushi – Landlord (What the spirit calls Ryou)
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"This symbolizes death. Death in the past of the loved. Most likely it refers to someone you lost when you were very young. Someone you were close to."
Harry frowned at the cards spread out before them but nodded. Yes, he knew what that was referring to. His parents. He looked to the next set of cards as they were flipped over.
"…huh. That's weird. This card also symbolizes death. But it's death in the present. Someone you knew died within this past year…."
Harry winced and looked away. Cedric. Perhaps he shouldn't have agreed to this.
"Harry, do you want me to stop?" Ryou asked. He sat across from Harry, cards spread out in some fancy pattern between them. Some were face up, but a few were still face down.
"Oh don't stop now, dear, you were doing splendidly."
The sound of another voice made both boys jump a bit. Professor Trelawney was standing over them looking giddy, her large spectacled eyes sitting on Ryou. The white haired boy blushed and immediately looked away. Personally, Harry was surprised to see the divination teacher away from her tower. She rarely came down from that overly perfumed torture chamber.
"My dear child, you have a gift with the cards. It is such a shame you are doomed to a young end," she cooed, gingerly patting his shoulder.
"Professor, we weren't doing this seriously. Just for fun. My predictions aren't real ones," Ryou said, moving to start cleaning up the cards. The divination teacher seemed disappointed.
"Have more faith, dear boy, for I think you may just have an inner eye," she spoke quietly in a wispy tone, before turning to Harry. "Ah, yes, Mr. Potter. Your head of house would like a word. Hurry along."
Harry sighed wondering what he had done this time. "I'll see you later, Ryou," he offered as he gathered his belongings and left the hospital wing. Ryou watched him go before glancing back down at the cards. He reached down and flipped one more card, frowning at what he saw. His head rang with laughter from the spirit of the ring.
/Well well, 3 in a row. There's death in his past, death in his present, and death in his future. Yadonushi, make sure you get the most of that four eyes while you can. It doesn't look like fate has good things in store for him. /
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What Professor McGonagall wanted was nothing more than big Q and A about Ryou disguised as a lecture about his transfiguration work. Umbridge had made it difficult to outright talk about subjects other than what the teacher was supposed to be teaching, but Professor McGonagall would always find a way.
The professor's primary concerns were Ryou's encounter with Peeves and his weird ring. She had been speaking to Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey about a certain incident that had resulted in Ryou staying the night in Gryffindor Tower and it brought up some concerns.
"I don't know what ring you're talking about," Harry lied, "Ryou doesn't wear anything on his hands."
"Mister Potter, you know very well I'm talking about his necklace. He puts it on his bedside table every night from what I've been told. I just want to check it for curses or other questionable incantations."
"I'm sorry professor, but trust me when I say you've got better luck getting me back on the quidditch team than getting Ryou to let go of that charm of his. It's all he's had of his family for years," Harry sighed, twisting the truth just a bit. His Head of House seemed to dislike his reply.
"Has it been in his possession for so long? Well…so be it, but watch out for him, Mister Potter. Keep him out of sight of Professor Umbridge as much as possible. It's only a matter of time before she finds an excuse to send him away, and that business with the ring earlier this term is just what she'd need to do it. You're lucky she has been so preoccupied that she hasn't connected those dots already," she said sternly. Harry nodded and inside was surprisingly pleased that the teachers were hiding something as important as an attack on another student from that idiotic pink professor.
"Go on then. You're dismissed. But you come straight to me if something happens, understood?"
"Yes professor."
Minerva McGonagall watched Harry leave, having the strong sense that he wasn't telling her everything.
"And Mister Potter?"
Harry stopped at the door, looking back over his shoulder.
"Mister Bakura won't be going to Hogsmeade this Valentine's day. It's far too dangerous for him."
Harry bristled a bit and was about to retort about how it's no more dangerous for Ryou than it was for him, but the look his professor gave him made him swallow his words.
"…..yes, professor," he finally grumbled before he exited the room.
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"It's such a shame you can't go to Hogsmeade again, Ryou. Everything is going to be prettied up for the holiday," Hermione sighed as the trio plus one sat in an empty hall on one of the upper floors. Harry had his weird magical map spread out across his legs to keep a lookout for professors just in case they started talking about something they didn't want overheard. Particularly professors that wore too much pink. A certain white haired miscreant was eyeing the map greedily but soon turned away to face the female.
"That's too bad. I'd really like to go too," he said, carefully choosing his words. "I guess there's no way to sneak out of the castle though. It's too well guarded," he sighed, looking down at his lap and folding his hands.
Harry blinked down at the Marauder's Map a moment and then looked over at Ryou.
"Well….actually, there are a few ways to sneak you out," he began. Hermione shook her head.
"Harry, no, it's too dangerous for Ryou to go! Yes, it is a shame he can't, but he can't for a reason."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Hermione, if it's safe for me, the person at the top of Voldemort's hit list, then it's safe for him," he replied, nodding towards Ryou. Then he was moving the map over to Ryou's lap and smoothing it out.
"Ok, so there are seven secret passages out of Hogwarts, but…." Harry began explaining all the routes, and Bakura's smile widened with each detail.
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Over the next few days before the trip to Hogsmeade, Harry didn't see much of Ryou except after classes. Ryou was keeping himself scarce and was getting better and better at getting around the castle using the various secret passages. Sometimes Harry swore that suddenly Ryou knew the castle better than he did, and he'd spent nearly five years here.
A day before the trip to Hogsmeade, Harry met up with an exhausted Ryou for lunch in the Great Hall. It seemed Neville was trying to keep up a conversation with the boy, but Ryou kept zoning out and asking Neville to repeat whatever it was he just said. Harry took a seat close to Ryou but before he could even ask what was going on, someone else butted in between the two.
"Geeze, it's almost like you've been creeping around the corridors at night, breaking into the Ravenclaw and Slytherin dorms," said a chipper voice that sat beside Ryou.
"Yeah, or maybe running about the hallways spooking all the ghosts and paintings," said an exact copy of that voice as it sat on Ryou's other side.
Ryou blinked and looked back and forth between the twins. "What are you two talking about?" he asked, utterly confused.
"Well, we've been interviewin' students left and right, see? Somebody is out-pranking us and it just doesn't look good for our reputation," said the twin on the right.
"We've been able to get everywhere,"
"Everywhere,"
"Except into the other common rooms,"
"But whoever it is that's been going around lately,"
"Has been able to sneak in,"
"Utterly undetected."
Ryou looked back and forth as each spoke and soon he was getting dizzy.
"So, Ryou, where were you last night at around eight in the evening?" asked the twin on the left, pretending to hold a light in Ryou's face like he was in a police investigation.
"Anou…I don't know. Bed probably?"
"Yeah…seems like that's everyone's alibi. Harry," suddenly the twins whirled around on the other boy sitting at the table. "What about you? Were you off doing some daring super-secret missions in the midst of the evening light again?"
Harry cracked a smile. "Oh yeah. Loads of missions. Top secret stuff," he replied. The twins gave him matching smirks.
"Wasn't them then,"
"Onto the hufflepuff table."
As the twins marched off, Harry just chuckled and shook his head. "Don't mind them, Ryou. They always get like that when a new prankster starts causing trouble. They like swapping info and stuff like that," Harry explained. Ryou let out an 'oh' of understanding and turned to watch the twins, whom were now happily engaged in conversation with a Hufflepuff wearing a sly, mischievous grin.
"So, Ryou…about your plans for tomorrow. Well, see, I've got plans too so…you'll be on your own and all. You don't mind do you?" he asked, glancing quickly at the Ravenclaw table before staring adamantly at his plate.
Ryou blinked, glancing at the Ravenclaw table as well. There were a group of girls sitting there and they giggled when they caught Ryou's eye. He smiled and looked back at Harry.
"That's fine, I don't mind. Maybe…" he was about to say maybe he'd just stay at the castle, but his words quickly changed, "…you can let me borrow that map of yours. You know…so that I can sneak out easier and get back without anyone noticing," he said, smile now a smirk.
Harry was suddenly hesitant; casting furtive looks around the tables to make sure nobody was listening.
"Ryou….I don't know if that's such a good idea. You need magic to hide what it is and, well, you don't have a wand. If it fell into the wrong hands…." He whispered quietly. Ryou gave an award winning smile.
"As long as I have the map, I won't get caught. I'll see anyone approaching," he replied too sweetly.
"The map only shows this castle, so once you're out of range, no more names."
Well that made the map suddenly less amazing. Too bad. If it had been able to change to any location he was in, Bakura would never return it. Ah well.
"Then I'll just have to be super careful. Besides, once I meet up with you and your friends, I can give it back and you can wipe the evidence."
Harry weighed this in his mind before finally nodded. "I suppose…yeah I guess that makes sense. Just…I'll be busy for a bit. No idea for how long, so you'll have to come later," he said quickly, looking at Ryou who merely smiled in return.
"Oh don't worry. I wouldn't dream of interrupting you on your date," he said in a silky smooth voice.
Harry turned an incredible shade of scarlet. Any thoughts about why Ryou was tired earlier were suddenly gone from his mind.
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Bakura waited until the rest of the school had long since headed down to the little wizarding village. He made sure to walk around the castle and be seen by various professors and ghosts before retiring to the hospital wing. But he didn't stay long of course. He left the curtains drawn around his bed and was slipping out the window seconds later. If Ryou had been in control, his heart would be gripped with fear, but the spirit of the ring was far more sure footed than his host was. It also helped that this old style castle was full of useful grips and perches for his hands and feet. If he could scale sand blown pyramids in ancient Egypt, this was a cake walk. It didn't take long at all to maneuver himself to a level where he could just jump the rest of the distance to the grounds.
/Koe, are you sure the willow is the best way to go? Harry said-/
"I know what that foolish four eyes said, Yadonushi, but we've been practicing these past two months and this will be your test to see how far you've come," replied the spirit, smirking as he looked at the map clutched in his hands. All of the teachers were either in their lounges or investigating the string of mysterious robberies that had struck the Hufflepuff dormitories this morning.
"Now, there's the tree. Let's see what you can do…." The spirit of the ring took a deep breath and paused, crouched in the shrubs nearest the great but violent tree that rested on Hogwarts grounds. Soon his confident exterior melted away to nervousness.
"I don't know if I can do this…"
/Remember, Yadonushi, the knot at the base. Come on, you want to play with your little friends, don't you? So do it. We'll be going either way, and depending on what you do will change whether or not you'll remember our time there./
Ryou bit his lip, then reached into his pocket and pulled out the little playing piece he had been practicing with from the room of requirement. He stared at it and placed one hand on the millennium ring hung snug under his layers of clothes. Nothing was happening.
/Concentrate, Yadonushi./
Ryou grit his teeth and closed his eyes, trying to focus. The spirit had been drilling him on this specifically for the past week saying how easy it was. But it wasn't easy. It wasn't easy at all.
The spirit of the ring watched as the little figurine slowly blinked and flapped its black skeletal wings. The smoke that made up its body swirled to hide the obsidian frame and soon a puff of blue flame jutted from its mouth. It was … passable, he supposed. But the spirit was disappointed at the size. It would do for this task, but it would not be a useful weapon in his monster arsenal until his host could do this properly.
As if it heard his disapproval, the little wisp of a dragon glared defiantly up at him.
"Look! I did it!" Ryou exclaimed once he finally opened his eyes. The little shadow monster in his hand cooed at its master loyally.
/Well, get on with it. Send it to its task./
Ryou blinked and nodded. "Ok. Nevermore, go to that tree and hit the knot at the base," Ryou instructed the playing piece sized monster. The dragon immediately took off from his master's hand and went straight towards the womping willow. The tree didn't even acknowledge such a fly and within seconds, the willow was still and rigid.
Ryou wiped sweat from his brow and hurried over.
/You still tire from such basic magic?/
"Well, I haven't been at it for 3000 years like you have. Getting Nevermore to move is hard!" Ryou argued as he reached the base of the tree, though the spirit saw that as no excuse for weakness. Ryou stopped and grimaced at the dark, narrow hole he was supposed to enter at the roots of the willow.
/Darkness shouldn't scare you anymore, Yadonushi. My shadows are far darker than that./
Well, that was true. With a deep breath, Ryou slid inside. His little monster disappeared into a puff of black smoke and the tree moved once more.
The passage wasn't as bad as Ryou thought, albeit a bit claustrophobic. What made this a bit less scary was the voice of the spirit in the back of his mind. Sure, it was mocking him for his puny shadow monster, but at least he wasn't alone down here.
Soon enough, his hand brushed against something that wasn't dirt and roots. It was still wooden, but smooth. He could feel the distinct edge of a moldy plank. A few more steps and light trickled down into the passage and a few steps further found Ryou in a very worn down remnant of a house. It was funny how much this broken down place reminded him of his own house in Little Whinging when he had first returned. Sure, Harthrow House was lacking in the claw marks, broken floor boards, and exploded furniture, but both places held such an intense eerie feeling to their dark, dusty halls.
Ryou walked around, trying to be quiet amongst the squeaking floor boards. "I wonder what did all of this," he murmured aloud as he reached out to trace a large gouge taken out of the wall by…something.
/An animal. Look at the jaggedness of the cut and angle of the mark. And over there, Yadonushi, bite marks. A large animal./
The spirit was clearly interested and delighted by the find, but the delight didn't last long. There was a heavy dust layer on…well…everything. A few things here and there didn't have such a thick coating of dust, such as the railing or the steps, but everything was dusty none the less. People and animals simply didn't come here.
"I wonder where we are..."
/In Hogsmeade, Yadonushi, that was the point./
"But where….oh! This can only be the Shrieking Shack!" Ryou exclaimed, suddenly excited. He smiled brilliantly and hurried to the windows to peak out. There was the withered garden and the gnarled wrought iron fence. Yes, this was most definitely the old haunted mansion he had seen last visit.
"Then those cuts and marks must have been from that werewolf Hermione mentioned before. It's too bad the werewolf isn't here anymore. I think it would be cool to meet one," Ryou sighed and the spirit agreed with him.
/Yes, a werewolf would be a powerful ally, Yadonushi./
That wasn't what Ryou had meant, but surely the spirit already knew that.
After taking another couple of minutes to look around the inside of the house, Ryou headed out the door and across the garden. He stopped at the fence to turn and give the old building one last appreciative look when a sound reached his ears.
"Well well well, look who's decided to be the new haunt of that ruddy old scar on the town."
Ryou spun around quickly, eyes locking with none other than Draco Malfoy. Surprisingly, his two cohorts weren't with him today. Ryou's eyes quickly scanned for any sign of a weapon, but the only thing the Slytherin was wielding at the moment was a smug little grin. That didn't stop Ryou's eyes from sharpening and his hands from clenching into fists.
"I hear you were beaten in a fight by a suit of armor. What's it like, not even being able to stand up to a pile of scrap metal?" Draco taunted, smirking since he knew he was getting a rise out of his target. What happened next happened so fast, Draco barely had time to reach his pocket to grab his wand. Then he was on his back, holding his face, while Bakura stood over him glaring down.
"Consider that payback. For a few things," he hissed at him. Then he smirked. "And don't bother squealing to anyone. It's not like they'll believe you. Besides, you don't want everyone to know that a big bad wizard like yourself lost to muggle who can't even beat a scrap of metal do you?"
Draco's eyes went from shocked and panicked to angry in a heartbeat. He scrambled clumsily to his feet, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip, and groped a tree behind him to help him regain his footing.
"Just wait, you filthy muggle. I'll- " he began, but his words were cut short as something slid across his cheek and imbedded itself into the tree beside his face. The young Slytherin's eyes slowly glanced over and met the shiny sleek iron of a knife. He yelped and jumped back, away from the weapon.
"You barbarian!" he yelled, startled but trying to stay tough.
"Oh, there are far worse things that I could do to you besides chop you up into little pieces, boy," Bakura purred, another knife already in his hands. He tossed his knife up lightly, catching it blade first and never breaking eye contact with Draco. Finally Malfoy swallowed his pride and took off, Bakura watching him scamper like a mouse from a cat.
"Bloody hell!"
The whitenette's eyes snapped over to Hermione and Ron, both of whom were staring at him in shock from just down the path. The spirit had to work hard to hide his smirks away and replace them with uncertainty, but his eyes still glimmered with faint amusement.
"I…I was just trying to scare him off. I wasn't ever going to really hurt him," he started, "But he just kept bullying me…so I thought maybe if I pretended I could hurt him bad, he'd leave me be."
"Well sure, I mean, that little git ain't gonna pick on somebody who can beat him back, but geeze, I didn't know you had that in you! Just like Hermione a couple years ago!" Ron applauded, but Hermione wasn't as impressed. The two of them had been too far away to hear anything or see much detail. All they saw was Ryou deck Malfoy then throw something at him. Hermione couldn't exactly scold Ryou for punching Malfoy in the face since….well…heavens knows he probably deserved it, but her eyes fell to the tree.
"Ryou….is that a knife?" she asked, breath caught in her throat. Ron finally looked over and his eyes widened. After a minute of deciding there was no way to hide that yes, that was indeed a knife, Bakura gave a single nod.
"Ryou! How could you do something so dangerous? What if you had missed?" Hermione blurted, looking aghast. Bakura just set her with a deadpan stare before he lifted his hand where the second knife sat delicately between two fingers and threw it at the tree all while never breaking eye contact with Hermione. There was a quiver as the knife imbedded itself into the wooden handle of the first.
"I don't miss."
Ron beamed. "Cool," he finally said, walking over to examine the blades. They looked like kitchen knives to him. Just the right size for a house elf too.
Bakura finally went over and retrieved his defense, letting them disappear in his robes, which only made Hermione shift uncomfortably. Whoops. Perhaps he just might have gone a bit too far.
"W-well…I've got to go meet Harry soon at the Three Broomsticks…so…Ryou, you can….hang out with Ron until we finish. Then we'll catch up with you. It's probably for the best that…that you're not alone here," Hermione said, not quite making eye contact as she played with her hair instead. Bakura blinked as the harshness melted from his eyes.
"Oh Hermione, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry," Ryou offered, tone sweet and gentle. He didn't dare approach her, fearing he'd make her run. Hermione didn't reply right away, thinking things over. Finally she looked up to meet his gaze. It was his eyes that made her calm down.
"Don't worry about it, Ryou. You were…protecting yourself," she said carefully before she turned and headed back down the path.
/I don't like that one./
Yeah, well she didn't really like the spirit either, Ryou thought as he frowned, watching Hermione go. Ron walked over to stand beside him.
"Don't worry about her. Whatever you did was bloody brilliant. The look on Malfoy's face! Well…at least, what I saw of it when I got close enough. Classic," he replied, smiling stupidly as he thought back. Ryou offered a tiny smile back.
"Oh…Ron, before I forget. Harry let me borrow his map. He said only a wizard could hide it?" Ryou said as he pulled out the parchment with the Hogwarts castle on it.
/Ra damned host./
Ron took it and quickly tapped his wand to the pages, muttering a quick 'mischief managed' and the two watched the ink fade to nothing. It was almost cool enough to wash away what just happened from Ryou's mind. Almost.
"So what's Hermione doing with Harry?" Ryou asked, looking away and fidgeting a bit. Ron was oblivious to any awkwardness around the other teen.
"Dunno. She mentioned something about an interview, but I wasn't really paying attention," he replied. Then the two were heading into town.
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"So she really just…gave up on the training?" Ryou asked Ron as the two sat outside one of the many stores that littered Hogsmeade. This one was famous for its sugar mice, and luckily Ron never questioned where Ryou suddenly got all the money to treat him to some.
"Well, Angelina knows a hopeless case when she sees it," Ron mumbled, looking a tad miserable. "We were practicing for hours before she finally threw her hands up and left the pitch. She never said practice was over and all, but well…Ginny and me took that as our cue to leave while we could still breath."
Ryou felt bad for Ron. By the sounds of it, his quidditch team wasn't doing so well without Harry and the twins.
"I'm sure with practice, everything will be fine," he offered, but the words seemed to bounce off of Ron. Perhaps the best route was to change the topic. "Anou…should we go see if Hermione and Harry are done with their interview?" he asked, but that made Ron pale.
"And let Harry know that I'm here and not practicing? He'll hate me for sure. But, I guess you're right. There's no use moping 'round here about it is there?" he asked as he got up, Ryou a step behind him.
"Well….we can go back to Howarts if you want, Ron," he said softly. Ryou was a fan of Hogsmeade and would have liked to explore it some more with Harry, but he didn't mind leaving if it made Ron feel better. Ron nodded.
"It's probably for the best. Everyone's heading back around now anyway…. Hey, maybe I can get you to play quidditch in my place. You'll probably be better at it."
Ryou blushed and highly doubted the accuracy of that statement. He was more of a board gamer, not an athletic gamer.
"But hey, shouldn't we sneak you in?" Ron suddenly asked as they were half way down the street. Ryou merely shrugged.
"There's not really a point now, right? I mean…it's not like I can be put in detention," he replied and finally Ron cracked a grin.
"Yeah. You don't know how lucky you are about that," he said and continued on. The two were just leaving the main street of Hogsmeade heading to the road that led up to Hogwarts Castle when it happened. Ron was suddenly thrown backwards, spinning through the air like a ballerina. A hand gripped Ryou's wrist but the young boy was quick to jerk away before those fingers could tighten.
"Ron!" he called, racing to the other's side. He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. The worst part of all was that this wasn't even a secluded area. A handful of students were stopping all along the path and gaping or yelling, and one or two were scrambling away.
"Grab him!" someone yelled from behind as Ryou yanked Ron to his feet.
"Death Eaters! Ryou, we gotta go!" Ron stuttered, tripping as he righted himself. The two barely took a step before a curse was yelled behind them, causing the ground they were just standing on to blacken. By now, one of the more mentally collected of the bystanders had snuck off to get help, but most of the audience was being held captive by fear as more cloaked wizards appeared, wands aimed at the few unlucky souls who happened upon the scene.
"Shh shh shh~ Hush little chickadees, we aren't here for you. Just him," cooed a female voice, wand pointing towards Ryou. She flicked her wand and Ryou gasped, yanked off his feet by a golden rope that snared around his neck. He gagged and clawed at it, much to the delight of the woman who laughed with glee. Ryou's heart raced as she dragged him closer, staring at her deranged smile.
"Stop right there!" For a moment, the sound of that voice filled Ryou with relief before another yank made him tense again. Professor McGonagall was racing up the road, flanked by a few students and strangers, including Harry, Hermione, and some older blonde woman with an acid green quill floating beside her.
"Oh, hmmm let me think. No," cackled the deranged witch. McGonagall launched her spell, hitting the golden rope and making it burst into harmless yellow sparks. Ryou coughed and scrambled away as fast as he could, not even bothering to stand as he quickly tried to make his escape on hands and knees.
"He's MY shadow mage! I caught him first!" bellowed the dark witch as another spell went flying towards Ryou, but it was blocked by a powerful incantation from the approaching professor.
"Mr. Bakura, get up and get behind me," she ordered, but the other witch laughed and sent a slew of curses so fast at the teacher that she had no choice but to back up in defense. Then there were two more death eaters on her.
"You're mistaken. I'm not a shadow mage!" Ryou called out as he got to his feet, only to dodge a blast from a spell.
"Oooh yes you are, don't play coy," snarled the woman as she launched another rope at Ryou. This time he had a thief's reflexes to dodge it. The woman howled and the thief king honestly couldn't tell if it was in rage or delight. But he suddenly placed the voice. She had been in his host's house when they had tried to go home for Christmas.
The spirit was broken from his thoughts as the Hogwarts witch, whatever her name was, blasted back her attackers. One landed near him and Bakura took the chance to nail him in the face with a good kick. The deatheater howled something like 'not again' as he rolled away, covering his broken nose. Bakura didn't have time to gloat though. The downed wizard sent a silent spell at the thief and Bakura's attempt at defense at such short range led to a rather….volatile explosion. His shadows had only a fraction of a second to work and were interrupted by the spell, sending both parties flying in opposite directions. With a harsh thud and skid, the thief king was sent back to the ground. The second he stood, something tightened around his waist.
"Oooh well doesn't that go and prove it~"
He glared down at the infernal golden rope binding him and tried to force himself away despite the cackling of the witch who owned it. Well fine, if her wand was being used up for this stupid spell then that left her defenseless.
Bakura spun on his heel and charged the death eater, grinning in delight at her surprised expression but he hadn't anticipated that she could detach the gold rope from her wand without it disappearing. He didn't let that stop his momentum, but she was already sidestepping his assault and when he tried to change tactics and nail her with a sweep of his leg, she flicked her wand and guarded against it with some invisible shield.
"Well well well, a shadow mage AND spunky, oh I want to keep you," she purred, reaching over and grabbing a handful of white hair.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a muggle," Bakura snarled at her, making a move to yank free, but she pressed her wand to his neck and made him go rigid. That didn't stop his glares though.
"You're a dark magic master," she yelled at him, angry one second, sweet the second after. "Unless of course you don't know? Hmmm that makes this even more delicious," she hummed, then in a move that made Bakura's face contort in disgust, she yanked his head sideways and dragged her tongue up his neck. "Oh yes, I can just taste the dark powers in you, boy," she laughed. Wand be damned, Bakura moved to punch her.
"Ah ah, naughty thing," she cooed as ropes bound his arms to his side, "and don't look at me like that. Such a beautiful scowl should be saved for another time," The woman said as she grabbed his chin and shook his face back and forth a bit. Around them, McGonagall was dispatching deatheaters with the help of one of the local wizards, but the moment she saw Ryou in the woman's hands, her wand turned to them.
"Let him go, Lestrange," she demanded, but the demented witch only laughed again, looking up from her playtime and surveying McGonagall.
"No. He's my new fluffy little pet hahahahaha," she replied, holding the boy close against her and petting his hair. The boy jerked in her grasp but her grip was iron. "Uh-oh, the boy who lived wants to play too," Lestrange whispered in Bakura's ear, and lo and behold, Harry was moving to join the fight, wand waving. Lestrange straightened up.
"Not today, Harry, not today. But you'll get yours in time," she cooed. The deatheaters began to huddle up and regroup, cutting off Harry's desperate gaze towards his friend.
"Now stop squirming unless you want to get splinched," Lestrange hissed in her prey's ear as the thief fought and fought to the best of his ability. If he could just get the shadows to the rope…
Then with a loud pop, they were gone.
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Kit: And with that, ladies and gentlemen, we are leaving the Hogwarts arc and entering the third and final section of this story. The ending is near at last.