Author's Notes:Okay, I think I should respond to some of the reviews now, so:

Duelist Demon: No, I'm sorry, but Ron will keep his soul intact.

Countess Wildcard: Thank you. I was hoping that I had got Harry's character right!

D.D.G.I.R2, Princess Saphire, Kel-chan: I do have something to say individually to you three, but it would be a spoiler (and I don't want to give away the whole story…)

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Yohko Kiyoto: Thanks! I wasn't sure if there was something already like it out there!

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Chapter 3: Stolen Map and Cloak

As usual, their luggage was already up and in their dormitories. Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville were in deep conversation about Ernie's fate.

"Do you think that the Heir of Slytherin would be at it again?" said Neville, slighty pale.

"No, it's not that for sure," said Ron, "because..." Ron looked at Harry to be sure that it was okay to tell them what also happened. Harry nodded and Ron continued.

"The same thing happened to Harry's Muggle relatives."

The three other boys gasped and Seamus asked, "Is it true, Harry?"

"Yes."

"How? I mean, who would do that to innocent Muggles?" Dean pondered.

"I reckon it was You-Know-Who."

"It wasn't."

"Huh? What makes you so sure?"

Harry explained to them what it had said in the letter and about how there was supposed to be spells on the Dursley's house to protect him. "And besides, why would he go after Ernie?"

"Good point," said Seamus. They stayed up discussing the issue for hours until they got to bed.

Harry woke up at around one. Some noises were disturbing him. He lay still to make them out. It sounded like the lock on his trunk was being picked, and then the lid opened. Harry's heart began to beat faster and faster. Now someone was rummaging through the contents of the trunk.

Slowly and silently, Harry leaned forward to pull the curtains back. Just enough so that he could see whoever it was.

He pulled back the hangings just enough to see someone pull on his insvisbility cloak and disappear. He then saw the dormitory door open and shut itself.

This is not good.

"Ron! Ron!" Harry hissed. Ron groggily pulled back the hangings on his bed and stared half-heartedly at Harry.

"What?"

"Someone stole my invisibility cloak." This sure woke Ron up.

"What? How? Your trunk's locked!"

"Not anymore," Harry said, peering down at the lock, "the git picked it with hairpins."

"Harry, only one person would need that," Ron said, "the man who's stealing souls."

"I figured that. But how would he have known that I had an invisibility cloak?"

Ron suddenly had a grim look on his face. When he spoke he only said one word. "Malfoy."

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Parvati Patil looked in the mirror and applied more mascara. She wanted to look good for her first day back. Heck, everyday she wanted to look good. It was early in the morning, and she was practically the only one awake. She had trouble sleeping so she might as well prepare for the day.

Parvati suddenly felt cold. "What? Is this another joke Peeves came up with?" There wasn't usually a problem with the temperature in Hogwarts, so Parvati had to wonder.

She heard the door open and looked up. "Oh, is that you, Lavender?" But then she saw in the bathroom mirror that no one was there. The door had opened by itself, or...

"PEEVES! GET OUT OF THE GIRL'S TOILETS!" No answer. "What?"

Parvati whirled around. She got the feeling that something was here. Something that wasn't supposed to be.

Suddenly two hands appeared out of nowhere and pulled down air, as if it was fabric, and revealed a head. Parvati realized that this was someone wearing an invisibility cloak.

The boy took a medallion out of the cloak, an expensive looking medallion. It started to glow ferociously.

Parvati realized all to late what was going to happen. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Her body fell against the sink, her hand landing in the blusher.

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Yami Bakura put the invisibility cloak back over his head. Any minute now some idiot would come rushing in because of the girl's screams. Damn kids. They always have to scream. Most of them anyway. He would have to lay low for a while now. He didn't want to push his luck. And all his victims had to be caught alone. He could only capture one soul a day in this accursed castle. There was too much other magic going on.

It was a fortunate he had overheard that whiny boy complaining to his two thugs on the train. "Potter always has a stroke of luck. He gets away with everything! In the third year I thought we had him expelled for sure with that invisibility cloak!" All Yami Bakura had to do after that was to figure out which one was 'Potter' (which was easy, since a group of kids on the train were talking about him and had happened to mention the unusual scar), and follow him to where it would be kept.

Yami Bakura walked silently out the door as a bushy haired girl opened it and rushed in to see the commotion. He would have to find a good hiding place. He couldn't go back to the Shadow Realm with only five souls.

There was only one catch. This world could very well be one of the worlds that travel dimensions. Just in case, he would need to make sure that they wouldn't come after him. So he needed to capture Harry Potter's soul. He must be important here, otherwise the world wouldn't be named after him. So if he took him out of the picture, whatever evil they battle here will rise again, and they'll be too busy fighting it to go after him.

He went down the stairs and started combing the corridors for a place to hide.

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