Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor Yugioh GX.
Summary: Voldemort came into contact with the Light of Destruction. Not that he needed more reason to destroy everything.
Warning: Overpowered Judai. Maybe. I mean, there's lots of powerful Shadow Mage fic, so I just think, what about the Gentle Darkness, since GX was my favourite. Not that everyone will live tho.
This would be the start of book 5 for Harry Potter and pre-canon (pre-Yubel the drawing competition) for GX.
Author's note: Did you know that Yugi is not the only protagonist in Yugioh who have their name on their respective series' title? Well, Judai does too.
Chapter 1: A Fateful Encounter
It was a long boring and normal summer day for Harry. Far too normal considering Voldemort had just returned this summer. The question of why nothing had happened yet remained answered as Harry walked home with Dudley, (and bickering, nothing unusual, really). And that's when something did happen.
Harry saw him first. The kid was whimpering, crying silently to himself. Harry turned to Dudley and noted that Dudley had also noticed the kid. He debated internally to himself whether or not to help the obviously distressed kid. He didn't recognise the kid, so maybe he's lost? But he really shouldn't be home later than Dudley. Oh forget it, since when did Harry listen to the Dursleys anyway? And Harry wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let the kid there alone to fend for himself. Or not, but he surely would regret it.
But Harry hadn't able to step a foot towards the kid when he felt it. The cold, the darkness... But it couldn't be! Dudley's terrified voice broke Harry out of his stupor. And Dudley just had to punch Harry's wand out of his hands! Harry called out for Dudley when he broke into a run, right towards the Dementor(s). And the kid!
Harry felt around the ground for his wand. "Wand! Where's- wand- come on- Lumos!" he called desperately. And to his surprise and immense relief, his wand responded.
He scrambled for his wand, turned around, and felt his stomach turned over.
A Dementor was coming down for him.
"Expecto Patronus!", a silver wisp shot out of Harry's wand, but it's not enough. Tripping over his feet, Harry stumbled backwards. And then-
Darkness, not unlike that of the Dementor's, rushed past him and impaled the approaching Dementor. It let out an inhuman scream as it turned to dust. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. To kill a Dementor...
Harry quickly turned to his back. Standing there, with his right arm stretching, was the kid from earlier. As if noticed his staring, the kid turned to face him, and Harry gasped. His eyes were of a golden colour, but what made Harry stand root to the spot was how cold those eyes felt. They lacked that light of innocence kids have. In fact, if those eyes were ruby red, it wouldn't take much to convince Harry that that was Voldemort.
Even though it felt like an eternity when their eyes met, it couldn't be more than a mere second when the kid's legs gave out, and he stumbled over, fell face-first to the street.
Harry stood still, mind reeling. He could not believe it. Dementor, here, in Little Whinging. Dementor, killed. And those eyes- those golden eyes!
Harry went over to the fallen kid (and Dudley), very slowly, tentatively, unsure if he should approach him. When he confirmed that the kid was, indeed, out cold, Harry let out a shaky breath that he didn't know he was holding, and felt himself relax a little.
He checked on Dudley too, and then, he heard the loud footsteps came running from behind and instinctively raised his wand to the newcomer's face.
It was Mrs. Figg. Harry quickly put his wand out of sight, but,
"Don't put it away, idiot boy!" she shrieked, "What if there's more of them around? And what's about him!" she eyes the unconscious kid warily, "Oh, I'm going to kill Mundungus Fletcher!"
"You're a witch?"
"I'm a squib," was the answer he got, and came the revelation that he had been followed all summer.
Harry hauled Dudley over his shoulder. Mrs. Figg looked like she didn't want to come too close to the unconscious kid, but got no choice as they couldn't just let the kid there. Harry hadn't planned on leaving the kid out when he's conscious, there's no way he would leave him out when he's unconscious now. Didn't matter what with the weird darkness that killed the Dementor and the cold, cold eyes that the kid possessed. Okay, maybe they did matter, but Harry was sure there's this wise saying: keep your friend close, and your enemy closer. If the kid was truly dangerous, Harry would be prepared.
And here he thought today was boring like always.
When Mrs. Figg let Harry to his own device right before the Dudley door, with the kid, because apparently she just could not take him, and she just happened to forget to give the boy in her arms to Mundungus in their frenzy argument.
And everything had gone as well as Harry had imagined. Oh Dudley's sick, of course it's Harry's fault. Oh there's a strayed kid in the house, of course it's Harry's fault, again, because whose else? And then Dudley had to point his fat finger at Harry, because of course it's Harry's fault!
And then owls! Here came the expulsion letter. Harry wasn't aware that wanting for something to happen could turn things from bad to worse in so little time. Fantastic.
And then came another letter. This time to tell him to stay put again. Just like the whole summer. But at least he might not be expelled from the sound of it. Or so he hoped.
And then the revelation of the attack. And then of course Harry was to be kicked out. Him being there was too dangerous for the Dursleys.
And then a howler! Okay this part escaped Harry, but in conclusion Harry was to stay.
And, of course, there's this strange kid. In the heat of things, they had forgotten about him. When Aunt Petunia asked about the kid, Harry was almost confused. Almost. Whatever, the kid was not to stay. Harry wanted to protest, but couldn't bring himself to.
Coincidentally, or not, the news spoke of an accident not far from their place, the couple was killed on impact. Witnesses said they were searching for their missing child when it happened. The image on the television was obviously the unconscious kid in their house. That settled it, then. Aunt Petunia went to call the orphanage.
Harry, meanwhile, was at a loss of words. His name was Judai then. The parents were dead, and the kid himself almost went soulless today too. What kind of rotten luck...
While they waited for the orphanage to come picking up the kid, Judai was to stay in Harry's room, because leaving the kid lying around the house would be unsightly, not to mention what the people from the orphanage would say!
Harry didn't care for Aunt Petunia's logic. He turned his gaze back to Judai, who was lying on his bed. At least he looked more comfortable now that he wasn't lying on the hard street, or on the cold floor anymore. Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, Harry couldn't find any trace of evil that he had felt back there. Was it just his imagination?
And then the kid's eyes flew open. Harry blushed, caught in his starring. Not that Harry was being creepy or anything though. The kid didn't seem to notice though. Good, Harry thought.
"Hey, are you feeling alright?" Harry asked. Okay, dumb question, but still very much necessary.
The kid, Judai, was startled. Funny that his mind kept referring to Judai as the kid, even though he knew of his name already.
"I'm fine?" the kid answered, but it came out more like a question, "Um..." the kid chewed his lips, hesitant.
Harry looked at Judai's eyes, and his mind took a double check. Brown, not gold, eyes looked back at him. Okay, the evil eyes must be his imagination then.
"Ugh," at last Judai seemed to find his confidence enough to tell Harry what's on his mind, "I know this sounds crazy, but do you happen to know of a world-ending threat?"
"What?" was all Harry could say. Okay, what was that? Not who are you or where am I, you know, the usual? Really, what was that?
"Ugh..." Judai looked uneasy. Well, Harry did feel uneasy. But really? Harry knew of Voldemort, but he couldn't be that big, right? Harry didn't know? He hadn't experienced the war first-hand, but world-ending level? Whatever, the kid must have exaggerated things anyways.
"Well, there's this big bad wizard, Voldemort," Harry began before he could stop himself. He had already broken the rules on using underage magic, but there's no way Judai was a muggle, right?
And that was how Harry told Judai all his angst over the years. To the kid's credit, Judai was a good listener, so all was good. And talking about it helped Harry feel lighter too.
There's a knock on Harry's door. He went to open the door. Standing in the doorway was a young woman. Harry guessed she was a volunteer from the orphanage and was there for Judai. Her introduction confirmed as such.
"Orphanage? Why would I need..." Judai began, confused, then he turned to Harry, "Harry, where's Mum and Dad?"
Harry really didn't want to be the person to bring up the bad news for Judai, so he turned to the only remaining person in the room, pleading.
Luckily, Miss Crayon seemed to have the experience needed and, in a very patient voice, told Judai of the fate that had befallen his parents.
Judai didn't seem to react at all to Miss Crayon's words. Harry guessed he was in shock, or denial. Miss Crayon just kept smiling sadly at the boy.
And something snapped.
Judai started screaming and try to hit something, or someone, Harry didn't know. But he wouldn't have that. It's his room, for one, not to mention it's harmful for the boy. Miss Crayon looked at Harry approvingly as he held the still thrashing boy in his arms. At last, Judai's tantrum stopped, and he followed silently beside Miss Crayon to a car, his hand held firmly in hers.
Harry hadn't known enough of Judai to form a proper opinion on him. Merlin knows you shouldn't judge someone when they're clearly under stress. But Harry hoped nothing bad would come Judai's way. The kid had it hard enough as it was already.
But of course, fate had another plan for them. They always has with their favourites.