Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling (sp.?) does. I hope the fifth book comes out soon.

Note: How many of you actually guessed it was going to be a Harry Potter crossover? I might not work on this much because I'm currently working on finishing The New Game King. However, if a enough people like it, I might put more effort into this.

It was quite a normal night in Privet Drive. The town was very normal, however, a certain inhabitant wasn't. It was quite late at night and most teenagers in the quiet town were sleeping. All enjoying their final days of relaxation, dreading the horrible thing named school ahead of them. All except one boy. This boy was at this moment up doing homework. What school would give homework on a vacation, you ask? That school was no ordinary school. It was none other than Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry Potter pushed his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose. He had been up all night trying to finish all his homework on time. He was currently on the process of doing homework for the potions master, Snape. It wasn't that the fact that the homework was so long that frustrated him. It just happened to be the most complicated homework he had ever had. He delicately put his quill down. What was the point of spending hours trying to figure out something you couldn't do? He might as well be translating Gibberish. Harry put his things away and climbed into bed, but not before stopping to pet Hedwig, his owl. He closed his eyes. He couldn't wait to get to school. He just hoped he could finish his homework in time.

Sunlight filtered through the window of Harry's bedroom. He woke up just in time to hear his aunt yelling at him from downstairs. Groaning and shaking his head, Harry changed and walked down to breakfast. Aunt Petunia was serving pancakes for breakfast. He took his seat between Uncle Vernon and Dudley. Uncle Vernon at this moment was intently focused on reading his newspaper so he didn't notice Harry. As a result, his face stayed a somewhat normal color. Dudley was pouring half a bottle of syrup over a large stack of pancakes. Harry was surprised that the stack didn't topple over. He just went back to his stack of two pancakes, hoping Dudley didn't finish the whole bottle.

After breakfast, Aunt Petunia made Harry get the groceries. They were out of syrup, eggs, flour, and other various things. Harry thought it would be best to just leave without argument. He didn't want to stay home anyway. He noticed that people kept glancing at him on his walk to the local grocery store. He wondered why they were looking at him but then remembered he was reputed to have gone to a school for the criminally incurable. He mentally cursed his relatives but then decided it didn't matter.

"Okay…. A dozen eggs, a bottle of syrup, bacon, spinach, peaches….", Harry read off the list, looking for the named items.

"Harry?!" Surprised that anyone would call out his name, Harry turned around only to come face to face with….

"Neville?! You live around here?!"

"No, we're just visiting a few relatives and I just wanted to go outside." Harry and Neville looked for the things Harry needed to buy while they talked. It went quite uneventfully except for a few things that Neville broke, purely by accident. They decided to talk in the park later although Harry was doubtful he could make it.

At this time, Yuugi and Yami were on their plane. Yuugi had his face pressed against the window trying in vain to see anything other than the miles of clouds ahead. Yami was in his seat, building another deck. Yuugi decided to help as he had nothing better to do. "Please fasten your seat belts, we will be landing in three minutes." Yuugi could hardly contain his excitement; they would be in England in a just a few minutes! Yami just chuckled at the over-enthusiastic Yuugi and put his seat belt on.

After a long ride, they were finally at their hotel. Yuugi was getting a drink from a vending machine while Sugoroku got their rooms ready. They were in Halcyon Hotel in Holland Park. The hotel was cozy and beautiful. "Yuugi come on." Sugoroku called.

"Okay, Jiichan! What room did you get me?" Yuugi asked excitedly.

"I got the suite that was best suited for you, of course." Sugoroku replied, chuckling at his little joke. "I got the Egyptian Suite for you and the Blue Suite (an: OK, I don't know if it's called The Blue Suite but bear with me) for me."

"Yay!" Yuugi exclaimed, nearly knocking off the vase he was standing next to. Yuugi ran ahead of Sugoroku who had a hard time keeping up with his short grandson.

The next morning, Yuugi woke up to the beautiful view of Holland Park. Looking out the window, he saw hundreds of colorful flowers and birds. There were sparrows and robins and owls-wait, owls? Yuugi looked at wonder at the owl that was perched just outside of his window, holding an envelope in its beak. Yami emerged from his soul room just in time to see his aibou gaping at a white owl speckled with light shades of brow. Yami raised an eyebrow. "Aren't owls nocturnal?" he quizzed.

"Yeah but that's not so weird. Look at his beak!" Yami looked at the envelope.

"That certainly is a strange way of delivering mail." Yami stated, taking the envelope from the owl's beak. Yuugi tried looking at the envelope from over Yami's shoulder but gave up, as he was too short. Yami looked suspiciously at the envelope that had a queer address. He narrowed his eyes as turned over the letter to look at the intricate wax seal at the back. 'What could this possibly mean?', Yami thought as he carefully opened the letter. Nothing could have prepared him for the contents of that letter. He was shocked to say the least. Though he didn't show it, Yuugi notice his other's concern.

"What is it, Yami?" he asked quietly. Yami glanced at his aibou and gave him a quick smile. "It's nothing." he replied as he ripped the letter up.

"What was the letter about and who is it from?" Yuugi asked curiously.

"It's probably just a prank. Don't worry about it. You should go down to breakfast, don't you want to go explore all those places you mentioned?" Yuugi ran downstairs after changing to his black jeans. The letter lay in the wastebasket, forgotten.

Note: So how was that? It's my first crossover. Hope you liked it, and even if you didn't, REVIEW. I also accept flames as long as you include what you hated so much about it. Oh and if the information isn't accurate, don't blame me, I've never gone to England, nor do I know much about it, however the Egyptian Suite does exist, except it is Arabic Egyptian instead of Ancient Egyptian, I think.