Yeah, everyone thought YKW came too early, but there's not much to write
about at Hogwarts, not much to do since they don't study magic...
Anyway, this one is shorter than the others, so, sorry!
Harry: You're just lazy...
SGL: Yep.
Yugi: I own myself! Hah hah!
SGL: Er, sure...I don't own HP, YGO, or even the idea for the crossover; just the plot, maybe...
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Hermione and Ron looked at each other, at the sky, and then at Harry.
"Harry," Hermione's voice quivered. "I-i-it c-can't be him, can it? Can he openly attack Hogsmeade?"
"I don't know!" Harry hissed; hand still clasped to his forehead. "But he's here, he is! I can feel it!"
Ron looked around nervously. "But w-what if you're wrong? I mean, it could be any Death eater, can't it?"
"LOOK, IT'S HIM, ALL RIGHT! CAN YOU JUST BLOODY TRUST ME?! MY FOREHEAD IS ABOUT TO SPLIT DOWN THE MIDDLE, AND YOU STILL DON'T THINK IT'S VOLDEMORT?!?!"
That was not the best way he could've put it, because all of a sudden, everyone in the area started screaming, "You-Know-Who! You-Know- Who!" and ran in all different directions.
Except for the Slytherins, they just helped Malfoy up and started smirking. Harry looked at them. "It was a conspiracy. You've been behind it the entire time!"
Malfoy smirked. "No, we've just been keeping it a secret." He said this calmly. But not two seconds later, a bunch of first year Hufflepuffs charged him down in an attempt to get away from the cloud.
Harry started to get up and charge in Malfoy's direction, but was yanked back by a pair of strong hands. It was Yugi, no, wait, it was Yami.
Yami said in an urgent voice. "Please, stay with me."
"What, but..."
Harry was cut off when Yami yelled towards his confused friends. "Seto, take Jou, Anzu, and Honda and lead the students back to the school! Bakura, I may need your help on this one..."
Harry was very confused. "What's going on?"
Yami started dragging him in the direction of the cloud. "Wha-what are you doing?! Let me go!" Harry struggled. "Let me go! Voldemort wants me dead!"
"I know." Yami said calmly.
"What?!" Harry started struggling more than ever, but Yami had a very strong grip.
"Let him go, you over-preserved ghost!" Yami felt something very hard hit him in the back of the head. He whipped around to see Ron and Hermione glaring at him angrily. Hermione had only one shoe on.
Ron screamed. "Let him go! You're working for You-Know-Who aren't you? You've been infiltrating us the entire time! And Dumbledore trusted you!"
"No, I'm not. I'm not trying to hurt you! Please stop that!" Yami said anxiously, dodging Hermione's other shoe. But he kept a firm grip on Harry's arm. Ron reached down for his shoe, but he was suddenly drawn backwards.
"Hey, what?" Turning around, he saw Jou holding his arms back and Honda on Hermione. They struggled, but the boys were stronger and started to drag them back towards the main road, where the rest of the students had crowded towards, all running to the school.
The Slytherins on the other hand, were waiting at the side of the road, very calm, and laughing at the panicked crowd.
Yami once again started towards the cloud, dragging Harry, but he didn't seem to be concentrating much. He looked like he was deep in thought.
/Yami! What are you doing?/
//It's okay, aibou.//
/But what are you doing to Harry? Yami-/
//It's okay, aibou. Please trust me, please.// He could feel his Yugi thinking, struggling to decide. Yugi didn't want anything to happen to Harry, but didn't know what his yami was up to. Yami hadn't told him anything about the secret meetings with Dumbledore. Every time he asked, Yami just said, "You don't need to know yet."
But he knew Yami would only do this for a good reason, so he relented.
/Okay, Yami, I trust you, but please make sure Harry's going be safe./
//Of course, aibou, of course.//
So Yami trudged along; Bakura, a couple of feet behind him, trying to catch up. The three receiving only looks from the Slytherins that obviously said, "You're a lunatic."
The cloud was really close now. Anyone could've seen that there were dozens of people perched on it. Yami started to call out to it, Harry struggling harder than ever.
Then it was as if someone finally hit the light switch above Harry's head. 'I am so dumb.' He thought.
He whipped out his wand and pointed it at Yami. "Expelliarmus!"
Yami just held his hand up in front of the wand, blocking the attack.
"Oh, crap..." Harry said openly, and started trying it the old fashioned way. "HELP! HELP! PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE, HELP! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY!"
Then, as if from a movie, someone came running to help him. In the form of a huge, shaggy dog...
It jumped at Yami, who yelped and stepped to the side.
"Siri-er, Snuffles!" Harry cried out in joy. 'Snuffles' came barreling back at the ancient spirit. He leapt in the air, and was about to tackle Yami when...
"Impedimenta!" Someone's spell hit Sirius full force, and the poor 'dog' fell back to the ground, frozen.
Harry whipped around to see who it was. And his jaw dropped in shock.
"No...no...it can't be..."It was Dumbledore with the rest of the teachers. Including Snape who was throwing very disgusted looks at the Slytherins...
Dumbledore looked extremely grave, but just nodded at Yami who bowed his thanks and started towards Voldemort again.
Harry heard Dumbledore say to McGonagall. "Help Sirius..." and tell the rest of the teachers to round up the Slytherins.
'What?' Harry was very confused. Dumbledore had allowed Yami to take him straight to Voldemort, but he was still working for their side.
But before he could question it any further, the swirling mass had reached them. And Voldemort's cloud was descending to the ground, Death Eaters in tow.
Voldemort cried out to Dumbledore, who was helping a now-human Sirius to his feet. "Didn't expect me to come so early, eh? I just wanted to surprise you, Dumbledore..."
Yami waited till the man, if he could be called that, had touched down on the ground, before calling out to him in a clear defiant voice. "Voldemort? Could this be powerful demon-wizard that I've heard so much about? You look a little skinny..."
Harry looked at him like he was crazy.
Voldemort smiled. "Hah hah! It's been so long since I last felt the presence of one so powerful and so defiant. Tell me, who are you?"
Yami stood up and looked Voldemort in his ugly, snake eye. "I am called Yami. I was the Pharaoh of Egypt during my lifetime, and I currently hold the title of the King of Games."
"During your lifetime?" Voldemort looked interested, for once. "You are no longer alive?"
"I am a spirit. And so is Bakura." He jerked his head at the grave robber who was smirking behind him.
"Well, it's not everyday that a Pharaoh address you personally. I feel so...humble." He bowed, smirking, with his Death Eaters laughing behind him. He stood up straight again and asked, "Is there something that you and your colleague wish of me?"
Yami breathed in deep. "A simple game is all."
"A game?" Voldemort's eyes narrowed.
"A game," Yami nodded his head. "Where the stakes include the player's immortal souls..."
"Now, what use would I have of your soul?" Voldemort said lazily.
"Not mine." Yami took in a breath. "My soul is directly linked to another's, therefore, is not completely mine to bet. I am willing to risk _this_ soul."
He gently shoved Harry to the ground at Voldemort's feet.
"And why don't I just destroy you and take him now?" Voldemort fingered his wand.
"Because," Yami knew he would go for this. "...I challenge you."
Voldemort's snake nostrils flared. He thought for a moment, suspicious. "What game did you have in mind?"
"Simple." Yami drew out his dueling deck. "I shuffle the deck. You draw any two cards without looking at them. You face them towards me. I choose one for you to use. Then, you do the same for me without looking at the card I chose for you. Whosever's card has a higher attack strength wins. Any trap and magic cards in the hand are an automatic re-draw.
"But..." he paused. "If either of the cards drawn is my god card, Osirus, then your opponent wins automatically.
"If I win, your soul will be sealed into the Shadow Realm for all of eternity. If you win," Yami sighed. "You get Harry."
Voldemort was silent for another moment, but finally said. "A game of chance? I accept."
Harry gasped and crossed his fingers. 'Please win, please win...'
~*~*~*~
So what do you think? Do you like the game? I tried to come up with something with lots of twists and turns, but I think I made it too complicated. You'll see next chapter, it really does make sense...
Anyway, this one is shorter than the others, so, sorry!
Harry: You're just lazy...
SGL: Yep.
Yugi: I own myself! Hah hah!
SGL: Er, sure...I don't own HP, YGO, or even the idea for the crossover; just the plot, maybe...
~*~*~*~
Hermione and Ron looked at each other, at the sky, and then at Harry.
"Harry," Hermione's voice quivered. "I-i-it c-can't be him, can it? Can he openly attack Hogsmeade?"
"I don't know!" Harry hissed; hand still clasped to his forehead. "But he's here, he is! I can feel it!"
Ron looked around nervously. "But w-what if you're wrong? I mean, it could be any Death eater, can't it?"
"LOOK, IT'S HIM, ALL RIGHT! CAN YOU JUST BLOODY TRUST ME?! MY FOREHEAD IS ABOUT TO SPLIT DOWN THE MIDDLE, AND YOU STILL DON'T THINK IT'S VOLDEMORT?!?!"
That was not the best way he could've put it, because all of a sudden, everyone in the area started screaming, "You-Know-Who! You-Know- Who!" and ran in all different directions.
Except for the Slytherins, they just helped Malfoy up and started smirking. Harry looked at them. "It was a conspiracy. You've been behind it the entire time!"
Malfoy smirked. "No, we've just been keeping it a secret." He said this calmly. But not two seconds later, a bunch of first year Hufflepuffs charged him down in an attempt to get away from the cloud.
Harry started to get up and charge in Malfoy's direction, but was yanked back by a pair of strong hands. It was Yugi, no, wait, it was Yami.
Yami said in an urgent voice. "Please, stay with me."
"What, but..."
Harry was cut off when Yami yelled towards his confused friends. "Seto, take Jou, Anzu, and Honda and lead the students back to the school! Bakura, I may need your help on this one..."
Harry was very confused. "What's going on?"
Yami started dragging him in the direction of the cloud. "Wha-what are you doing?! Let me go!" Harry struggled. "Let me go! Voldemort wants me dead!"
"I know." Yami said calmly.
"What?!" Harry started struggling more than ever, but Yami had a very strong grip.
"Let him go, you over-preserved ghost!" Yami felt something very hard hit him in the back of the head. He whipped around to see Ron and Hermione glaring at him angrily. Hermione had only one shoe on.
Ron screamed. "Let him go! You're working for You-Know-Who aren't you? You've been infiltrating us the entire time! And Dumbledore trusted you!"
"No, I'm not. I'm not trying to hurt you! Please stop that!" Yami said anxiously, dodging Hermione's other shoe. But he kept a firm grip on Harry's arm. Ron reached down for his shoe, but he was suddenly drawn backwards.
"Hey, what?" Turning around, he saw Jou holding his arms back and Honda on Hermione. They struggled, but the boys were stronger and started to drag them back towards the main road, where the rest of the students had crowded towards, all running to the school.
The Slytherins on the other hand, were waiting at the side of the road, very calm, and laughing at the panicked crowd.
Yami once again started towards the cloud, dragging Harry, but he didn't seem to be concentrating much. He looked like he was deep in thought.
/Yami! What are you doing?/
//It's okay, aibou.//
/But what are you doing to Harry? Yami-/
//It's okay, aibou. Please trust me, please.// He could feel his Yugi thinking, struggling to decide. Yugi didn't want anything to happen to Harry, but didn't know what his yami was up to. Yami hadn't told him anything about the secret meetings with Dumbledore. Every time he asked, Yami just said, "You don't need to know yet."
But he knew Yami would only do this for a good reason, so he relented.
/Okay, Yami, I trust you, but please make sure Harry's going be safe./
//Of course, aibou, of course.//
So Yami trudged along; Bakura, a couple of feet behind him, trying to catch up. The three receiving only looks from the Slytherins that obviously said, "You're a lunatic."
The cloud was really close now. Anyone could've seen that there were dozens of people perched on it. Yami started to call out to it, Harry struggling harder than ever.
Then it was as if someone finally hit the light switch above Harry's head. 'I am so dumb.' He thought.
He whipped out his wand and pointed it at Yami. "Expelliarmus!"
Yami just held his hand up in front of the wand, blocking the attack.
"Oh, crap..." Harry said openly, and started trying it the old fashioned way. "HELP! HELP! PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE, HELP! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY!"
Then, as if from a movie, someone came running to help him. In the form of a huge, shaggy dog...
It jumped at Yami, who yelped and stepped to the side.
"Siri-er, Snuffles!" Harry cried out in joy. 'Snuffles' came barreling back at the ancient spirit. He leapt in the air, and was about to tackle Yami when...
"Impedimenta!" Someone's spell hit Sirius full force, and the poor 'dog' fell back to the ground, frozen.
Harry whipped around to see who it was. And his jaw dropped in shock.
"No...no...it can't be..."It was Dumbledore with the rest of the teachers. Including Snape who was throwing very disgusted looks at the Slytherins...
Dumbledore looked extremely grave, but just nodded at Yami who bowed his thanks and started towards Voldemort again.
Harry heard Dumbledore say to McGonagall. "Help Sirius..." and tell the rest of the teachers to round up the Slytherins.
'What?' Harry was very confused. Dumbledore had allowed Yami to take him straight to Voldemort, but he was still working for their side.
But before he could question it any further, the swirling mass had reached them. And Voldemort's cloud was descending to the ground, Death Eaters in tow.
Voldemort cried out to Dumbledore, who was helping a now-human Sirius to his feet. "Didn't expect me to come so early, eh? I just wanted to surprise you, Dumbledore..."
Yami waited till the man, if he could be called that, had touched down on the ground, before calling out to him in a clear defiant voice. "Voldemort? Could this be powerful demon-wizard that I've heard so much about? You look a little skinny..."
Harry looked at him like he was crazy.
Voldemort smiled. "Hah hah! It's been so long since I last felt the presence of one so powerful and so defiant. Tell me, who are you?"
Yami stood up and looked Voldemort in his ugly, snake eye. "I am called Yami. I was the Pharaoh of Egypt during my lifetime, and I currently hold the title of the King of Games."
"During your lifetime?" Voldemort looked interested, for once. "You are no longer alive?"
"I am a spirit. And so is Bakura." He jerked his head at the grave robber who was smirking behind him.
"Well, it's not everyday that a Pharaoh address you personally. I feel so...humble." He bowed, smirking, with his Death Eaters laughing behind him. He stood up straight again and asked, "Is there something that you and your colleague wish of me?"
Yami breathed in deep. "A simple game is all."
"A game?" Voldemort's eyes narrowed.
"A game," Yami nodded his head. "Where the stakes include the player's immortal souls..."
"Now, what use would I have of your soul?" Voldemort said lazily.
"Not mine." Yami took in a breath. "My soul is directly linked to another's, therefore, is not completely mine to bet. I am willing to risk _this_ soul."
He gently shoved Harry to the ground at Voldemort's feet.
"And why don't I just destroy you and take him now?" Voldemort fingered his wand.
"Because," Yami knew he would go for this. "...I challenge you."
Voldemort's snake nostrils flared. He thought for a moment, suspicious. "What game did you have in mind?"
"Simple." Yami drew out his dueling deck. "I shuffle the deck. You draw any two cards without looking at them. You face them towards me. I choose one for you to use. Then, you do the same for me without looking at the card I chose for you. Whosever's card has a higher attack strength wins. Any trap and magic cards in the hand are an automatic re-draw.
"But..." he paused. "If either of the cards drawn is my god card, Osirus, then your opponent wins automatically.
"If I win, your soul will be sealed into the Shadow Realm for all of eternity. If you win," Yami sighed. "You get Harry."
Voldemort was silent for another moment, but finally said. "A game of chance? I accept."
Harry gasped and crossed his fingers. 'Please win, please win...'
~*~*~*~
So what do you think? Do you like the game? I tried to come up with something with lots of twists and turns, but I think I made it too complicated. You'll see next chapter, it really does make sense...