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Bakura: *sarcastically* We're all SO happy.
*Kicks Bakura* Go away! Anyway, thank you for all the reviews! *Passes out cookies to reviewers*
Bakura: You might want to watch it with those; Enasni is infamous for leaving to sugar out of her cookies.
Oh, shut up! Anyway, I got Duelist Kingdom subtitled on DVD today. I'm even going to START on how bad the subtitles are... (BEWD is now the Green Eyes White Dragon!) -_-;; Be glad the subtitles call Mai "phoenix" or I won't have even THOUGHT to update this. (I thought of Harry Potter.)
Anyway, chapter 3 will be the "big explanation" chapter, so don't be surprised if it's a little short. And now... On with the fic!
Not Your Average Muggles
Chapter 2 - Floo Powder
"You-WHAT?!" Uncle Vernon stared at his nephew.
"The Weasleys are going to pick me up to go to Japan in three hours," Harry answered calmly. Vernon stared at him, trying to comprehend what he had just said. After all, you usually hear that your nephew is going to Japan a little further in advance.
"You- they-huh?" Vernon's purple face was becoming purpler. "You mean those weird-os with red hair? No-definitely not. I'm NOT having my son grow a frog's tongue again! You just tell those-those- those FREAKS you're not going!"
"Can't," Harry said simply. "They'll be here before my owl gets to them."
"You-aren't-GOING!" Vernon huffed, drawing himself up to his full height, eyes bulging.
"Need I remind you of what happened at King's Cross just a few weeks ago?"
Vernon paled and sat down numbly. Harry guessed he was having sudden, horrible mental images of Mad-Eye Moody.
"Dear, what's wrong?" Aunt Petunia had entered the room.
"The boy... Japan..." Vernon mumbled, apparently still having terrifying daydreams of full-grow wizards.
"What about HIM," She jabbed her head in Harry's direction, "and Japan?"
"He's... going..." Vernon managed to choke out.
Petunia paled as Dudley shuffled into the room, "He's going to Japan?" The large teen asked. "Mum, can I go to Japan? Malcolm reckons you can buy a duel disk at almost any store there."
Petunia turned, starry-eyed, to her son, "Maybe for Christmas, Duddykins..."
Leave it to Dudley to feel the need to visit Japan simply to buy the latest Duel Monsters' gizmo. Harry himself didn't really understand the game, but then again, all he had ever seen of it was his cousin trading cards and those magazines he had that always seemed to be about some Yugi Mutou kid and some guy named Seto Kaiba... As for as Harry could tell, Dudley only got the magazines so he could, unbeknown by his parents, cut out picture of some female duelist named Mai (Harry couldn't remember her last name) and add them to a scrapbook he was keeping of her.
The Dursleys filed out of the living room. Harry settled himself on the coach and focused on the clock. Two hours, fifty-three minutes until the Weasleys' arrival...
~*~
"You're going out? Again?" Yugi whined as he was left in charge of the Kame Game Shop.
"Yes, Yugi, again." Mr. Mutou chuckled. "I shouldn't be too long."
"That's what you said last time!" the short teen called after his grandfather as he left the store. "And you didn't come back for three hours..." The golden pyramid dangling around his neck glowed dimly as his darker half, nicknamed "Yami," appeared beside him. He was slightly faded around the edges and you could see right through him to the display behind, but it was the best physical form he could take, seeing as he was a 5,000- year-old ancient Egyptian spirit.
"You don't suppose," the pharaoh pondered out loud, "that he could have a lady friend?"
Yugi wrinkled his nose, "Is that possible at that age?"
Yami shrugged. "Well, look at me. I'm a couple thousand years older than him and I bet I could get a date if I wanted to..."
"Hai," Yugi agreed, "but you don't look a day over seventeen."
"True, true..." There was a bell in the background, indicating someone had entered the shop, and the spirit retreated back into the puzzle just in time as a young boy strolled up to the counter.
"Do you have duel disks?" the boy asked.
Yugi nodded. "They're right over there," he said, pointed out several moderately large boxes toward the back of the shop.
"Arigato," the boy answered briefly before wondering over there.
//Those sure are going fast,// Yami observed.
//Yeah... I hope we get our next shipment soon.//
~*~
BANG!
Harry jerked awake. "Where's the fire?" he muttered incoherently. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and stared at the blurry image of Mr. Weasley in the fireplace.
"Good day, Harry!" the balding man asked cheerily. "Dozed off, I see?"
"Uh... yeah," Harry rubbed his eyes and looked toward the clock. A quarter past noon.
"Ron'll be here soon," Mr. Weasley informed Harry as he stepped out of the fireplace. He didn't act fast enough, though, as his youngest son came crashing down on top of him.
"Argh-Dad? Is that you?" Ron Weasley, covered with soot, scooted off of his father. "Aren't you always telling US not to stand in the fire to long, especially when you're excepting someone to come after you?"
Mr. Weasley looked sheepish as he stood and moved out of the fireplace. "Yes... well-I say! What is THAT?" Harry blinked as Mr. Weasley, acting as though Christmas had come early, began to examine a digital clock on the side table. "My! It tells time, doesn't it? Extraordinary! It runs on elekticity, I see..."
"Dad," Ron moaned, "This isn't the time or place--"
He was cut off by a scream.
Aunt Petunia, armed with a duster and ready to wage war against the nonexistent dust, had just entered the room. Obviously not used to having strange and soot-covered people in her ordinary and spotless house, Petunia eyes bugged out and her face turned an unnatural shade of green and began to open and close her mouth making odd noises. She looked amazing like a fish.
Uncle Vernon rushed in closely followed by Dudley, "What is it dear?"
Petunia, still doing her fish impression, pointed at Mr. Weasley. Vernon turned purple.
"YOU!" He bellowed, "HOW DARE YOU COME BACK TO MY HOUSE AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO MY SON!"
"He didn't do it," Harry retorted defensively. "Besides, you KNEW he was coming--"
"AND WHERE ARE YOUR DEVIL BOYS?!" Uncle Vernon, ignoring his nephew, screamed, "I SUPPOSE THEY'RE GOING TO BE POPPING OUT OF MY FIREPLACE SOON?"
Dudley's hand automatically went to his mouth at the mention of the Weasley twins as though he thought it would stop him from eating any sweets that were spilled onto the floor.
"Fred and George have decided to stay behind this time," Mr. Weasley explained to Vernon, whose face was becoming darker by the second.
"Yeah, right," Ron murmured in Harry's ear, "Mum made them stay home because of what happened last time. Let's go." He added loudly, dragging his father away from Vernon (whose head now resembled a large plum) and the digital clock. He pulled a pouch of what Harry guessed was floo powder from his father's belt and turned to the fireplace.
"Wait," Said Mr. Weasley, placing his hand on Ron's shoulder, "Harry needs to say good bye."
Harry, a bit annoyed, answered, "I really don't care, Mr. Weas--"
"Good bye," Vernon cut in hurriedly. Apparently, he didn't want to leave the wizards any time to do something to him or his family. He nudged his wife and son who both gave a short good bye (Dudley's slightly muffled by his hand).
"'Bye." Harry answered just as, if not more, shortly.
Mr. Weasley beamed at them at them as though they had just settled a sixty- year feud and took a pinch of floo powder from the pouch in Ron's hand. "Well, that settles it then." He pointed his wand at the fireplace and a fire roared to life (Aunt Petunia nearly fainted). He then dropped the powder into it and stepped into the now green flames. "THE BURROW!" He yelled and disappeared.
"I'll go with your stuff," Ron offered as he threw some powder into the fire. He lunged the trunk (which Harry had brought down earlier) into the fire, handed the bag of floo powder to Harry, and was gone as soon as "THE BURROW!" left his lips.
Harry dropped some floo powder into the fire and gave his family one last look before stepping in and yelling, "THE BURROW!"
He just managed to hear his aunt squeak, "You didn't tell me he was leaving TODAY!" before he found himself zooming through the floo powder network. He caught glimpses of wizards and witches in to rooms he flew past and had a very hard time trying not to laugh at what he could have sworn was a wizard who had somehow set his hair on fire and looked remarkably like a character on some Japanese cartoon Dudley liked to watch.
Just as Harry was wondering whether having breakfast that morning was wise, he felt his feet land crash against something hard and solid, sending a sharp tingling sensation through them. He put out a hand to steady himself as he stepped out of the Burrow's fireplace. Next thing he knew, everything had gone pink.
"So glad to see you, Harry!" said Mrs. Weasley as she seemingly attempted to crush the young wizard's rib cage.
"Mum! You're going to suffocate him!" Ron's slightly embarrassed voice somehow made it through the pair of chubby arms engulfing Harry.
"So sorry, dear," Mrs. Weasley said as she released him, straightening her bright pink apron.
"'S okay," Harry mumbled as he pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.
"Moshi moshi, Harry!" The boy in question turned to see two completely identical boys grinning at him.
"We're practicing our Japanese," One of them explained (Harry was pretty sure it was George).
"It's coming along quite nicely," Fred added. Ginny, who was standing right next to them, rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, except for 'moshi moshi' is hello OVER THE PHONE."
"They have different was for saying hello over the phone?" George looked astounded.
"That's it," sighed Fred, "Japanese is impossible to learn. We're sticking to the JELIs."
"Jelis?" Harry asked curiously.
"Japanese-English Language Interpreters," Mr. Weasley, who had just come in from the kitchen, informed him. "Come on, lunch is ready."
~*~
"Sir," A small, bald man squeaked as he entered the musty room. "Sir, I have news."
"Of the Potter boy?" came a cold, harsh voice from the shadows.
"Yes, my lord," answered the small man, his voice rather high.
"Well? What is it?" snapped the harsh voice.
"He's... he's..."
"Yes? Finish your sentence!"
"He's to be l-leaving for Japan t-t-tomorrow, my lord," the bald man stuttered and covered his head with his hands, one of which was missing a finger, as if expecting his master to lash out at him. "So?" spoke the voice from the shadows, unnaturally calm.
"S-s-so wha-what, m-my l-l-l-lord?" the nine-fingered man asked, his voice quivering like a recently plucked harp string.
"So let him go! As long as he's back at Hogwarts it is no concern of mine as to where Potter spends his summer vacation."
"S-s-sir," the man began, the pitch of his voice rising, "I-I-I-I h-have m- m-more n-news."
"What news?"
"H-h-h-h-hogwarts Sch-school of-of w-witchcraft an-and wiz-wiz-wizardry..."
"Yes? What about that blasted school?" The voice from the shadows demanded, extremely annoyed.
The man was shaking visibly now. "I-i-t..."
"It what? Spit it out, Wormtail!"
The man looked like he was on the verge of crying. He took a deep breath and, as fast as he could, answered, "Itwasclosedmylord."
"WHAT?!" Roared the voice.
"I-it was cl-closed," Wormtail murmured, holding his head very tightly now.
"DO YOU REALIZE THIS RUINS THE PLAN?!" screeched the voice.
"Y-y-yes, my lord!" cried the small man, falling to his knees. "Please! Please, my lord! Have mercy on me!"
"Oh," whispered the voice, "you won't have any mercy. Lord Voldemort shows mercy for no one." A pale hand gripping a wand emerged from the shadows.
"My lord! Please--"
"CRUCIO!"
Wormtail's screams of pain filled the night.
Bakura: *sarcastically* We're all SO happy.
*Kicks Bakura* Go away! Anyway, thank you for all the reviews! *Passes out cookies to reviewers*
Bakura: You might want to watch it with those; Enasni is infamous for leaving to sugar out of her cookies.
Oh, shut up! Anyway, I got Duelist Kingdom subtitled on DVD today. I'm even going to START on how bad the subtitles are... (BEWD is now the Green Eyes White Dragon!) -_-;; Be glad the subtitles call Mai "phoenix" or I won't have even THOUGHT to update this. (I thought of Harry Potter.)
Anyway, chapter 3 will be the "big explanation" chapter, so don't be surprised if it's a little short. And now... On with the fic!
Not Your Average Muggles
Chapter 2 - Floo Powder
"You-WHAT?!" Uncle Vernon stared at his nephew.
"The Weasleys are going to pick me up to go to Japan in three hours," Harry answered calmly. Vernon stared at him, trying to comprehend what he had just said. After all, you usually hear that your nephew is going to Japan a little further in advance.
"You- they-huh?" Vernon's purple face was becoming purpler. "You mean those weird-os with red hair? No-definitely not. I'm NOT having my son grow a frog's tongue again! You just tell those-those- those FREAKS you're not going!"
"Can't," Harry said simply. "They'll be here before my owl gets to them."
"You-aren't-GOING!" Vernon huffed, drawing himself up to his full height, eyes bulging.
"Need I remind you of what happened at King's Cross just a few weeks ago?"
Vernon paled and sat down numbly. Harry guessed he was having sudden, horrible mental images of Mad-Eye Moody.
"Dear, what's wrong?" Aunt Petunia had entered the room.
"The boy... Japan..." Vernon mumbled, apparently still having terrifying daydreams of full-grow wizards.
"What about HIM," She jabbed her head in Harry's direction, "and Japan?"
"He's... going..." Vernon managed to choke out.
Petunia paled as Dudley shuffled into the room, "He's going to Japan?" The large teen asked. "Mum, can I go to Japan? Malcolm reckons you can buy a duel disk at almost any store there."
Petunia turned, starry-eyed, to her son, "Maybe for Christmas, Duddykins..."
Leave it to Dudley to feel the need to visit Japan simply to buy the latest Duel Monsters' gizmo. Harry himself didn't really understand the game, but then again, all he had ever seen of it was his cousin trading cards and those magazines he had that always seemed to be about some Yugi Mutou kid and some guy named Seto Kaiba... As for as Harry could tell, Dudley only got the magazines so he could, unbeknown by his parents, cut out picture of some female duelist named Mai (Harry couldn't remember her last name) and add them to a scrapbook he was keeping of her.
The Dursleys filed out of the living room. Harry settled himself on the coach and focused on the clock. Two hours, fifty-three minutes until the Weasleys' arrival...
~*~
"You're going out? Again?" Yugi whined as he was left in charge of the Kame Game Shop.
"Yes, Yugi, again." Mr. Mutou chuckled. "I shouldn't be too long."
"That's what you said last time!" the short teen called after his grandfather as he left the store. "And you didn't come back for three hours..." The golden pyramid dangling around his neck glowed dimly as his darker half, nicknamed "Yami," appeared beside him. He was slightly faded around the edges and you could see right through him to the display behind, but it was the best physical form he could take, seeing as he was a 5,000- year-old ancient Egyptian spirit.
"You don't suppose," the pharaoh pondered out loud, "that he could have a lady friend?"
Yugi wrinkled his nose, "Is that possible at that age?"
Yami shrugged. "Well, look at me. I'm a couple thousand years older than him and I bet I could get a date if I wanted to..."
"Hai," Yugi agreed, "but you don't look a day over seventeen."
"True, true..." There was a bell in the background, indicating someone had entered the shop, and the spirit retreated back into the puzzle just in time as a young boy strolled up to the counter.
"Do you have duel disks?" the boy asked.
Yugi nodded. "They're right over there," he said, pointed out several moderately large boxes toward the back of the shop.
"Arigato," the boy answered briefly before wondering over there.
//Those sure are going fast,// Yami observed.
//Yeah... I hope we get our next shipment soon.//
~*~
BANG!
Harry jerked awake. "Where's the fire?" he muttered incoherently. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and stared at the blurry image of Mr. Weasley in the fireplace.
"Good day, Harry!" the balding man asked cheerily. "Dozed off, I see?"
"Uh... yeah," Harry rubbed his eyes and looked toward the clock. A quarter past noon.
"Ron'll be here soon," Mr. Weasley informed Harry as he stepped out of the fireplace. He didn't act fast enough, though, as his youngest son came crashing down on top of him.
"Argh-Dad? Is that you?" Ron Weasley, covered with soot, scooted off of his father. "Aren't you always telling US not to stand in the fire to long, especially when you're excepting someone to come after you?"
Mr. Weasley looked sheepish as he stood and moved out of the fireplace. "Yes... well-I say! What is THAT?" Harry blinked as Mr. Weasley, acting as though Christmas had come early, began to examine a digital clock on the side table. "My! It tells time, doesn't it? Extraordinary! It runs on elekticity, I see..."
"Dad," Ron moaned, "This isn't the time or place--"
He was cut off by a scream.
Aunt Petunia, armed with a duster and ready to wage war against the nonexistent dust, had just entered the room. Obviously not used to having strange and soot-covered people in her ordinary and spotless house, Petunia eyes bugged out and her face turned an unnatural shade of green and began to open and close her mouth making odd noises. She looked amazing like a fish.
Uncle Vernon rushed in closely followed by Dudley, "What is it dear?"
Petunia, still doing her fish impression, pointed at Mr. Weasley. Vernon turned purple.
"YOU!" He bellowed, "HOW DARE YOU COME BACK TO MY HOUSE AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO MY SON!"
"He didn't do it," Harry retorted defensively. "Besides, you KNEW he was coming--"
"AND WHERE ARE YOUR DEVIL BOYS?!" Uncle Vernon, ignoring his nephew, screamed, "I SUPPOSE THEY'RE GOING TO BE POPPING OUT OF MY FIREPLACE SOON?"
Dudley's hand automatically went to his mouth at the mention of the Weasley twins as though he thought it would stop him from eating any sweets that were spilled onto the floor.
"Fred and George have decided to stay behind this time," Mr. Weasley explained to Vernon, whose face was becoming darker by the second.
"Yeah, right," Ron murmured in Harry's ear, "Mum made them stay home because of what happened last time. Let's go." He added loudly, dragging his father away from Vernon (whose head now resembled a large plum) and the digital clock. He pulled a pouch of what Harry guessed was floo powder from his father's belt and turned to the fireplace.
"Wait," Said Mr. Weasley, placing his hand on Ron's shoulder, "Harry needs to say good bye."
Harry, a bit annoyed, answered, "I really don't care, Mr. Weas--"
"Good bye," Vernon cut in hurriedly. Apparently, he didn't want to leave the wizards any time to do something to him or his family. He nudged his wife and son who both gave a short good bye (Dudley's slightly muffled by his hand).
"'Bye." Harry answered just as, if not more, shortly.
Mr. Weasley beamed at them at them as though they had just settled a sixty- year feud and took a pinch of floo powder from the pouch in Ron's hand. "Well, that settles it then." He pointed his wand at the fireplace and a fire roared to life (Aunt Petunia nearly fainted). He then dropped the powder into it and stepped into the now green flames. "THE BURROW!" He yelled and disappeared.
"I'll go with your stuff," Ron offered as he threw some powder into the fire. He lunged the trunk (which Harry had brought down earlier) into the fire, handed the bag of floo powder to Harry, and was gone as soon as "THE BURROW!" left his lips.
Harry dropped some floo powder into the fire and gave his family one last look before stepping in and yelling, "THE BURROW!"
He just managed to hear his aunt squeak, "You didn't tell me he was leaving TODAY!" before he found himself zooming through the floo powder network. He caught glimpses of wizards and witches in to rooms he flew past and had a very hard time trying not to laugh at what he could have sworn was a wizard who had somehow set his hair on fire and looked remarkably like a character on some Japanese cartoon Dudley liked to watch.
Just as Harry was wondering whether having breakfast that morning was wise, he felt his feet land crash against something hard and solid, sending a sharp tingling sensation through them. He put out a hand to steady himself as he stepped out of the Burrow's fireplace. Next thing he knew, everything had gone pink.
"So glad to see you, Harry!" said Mrs. Weasley as she seemingly attempted to crush the young wizard's rib cage.
"Mum! You're going to suffocate him!" Ron's slightly embarrassed voice somehow made it through the pair of chubby arms engulfing Harry.
"So sorry, dear," Mrs. Weasley said as she released him, straightening her bright pink apron.
"'S okay," Harry mumbled as he pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose.
"Moshi moshi, Harry!" The boy in question turned to see two completely identical boys grinning at him.
"We're practicing our Japanese," One of them explained (Harry was pretty sure it was George).
"It's coming along quite nicely," Fred added. Ginny, who was standing right next to them, rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, except for 'moshi moshi' is hello OVER THE PHONE."
"They have different was for saying hello over the phone?" George looked astounded.
"That's it," sighed Fred, "Japanese is impossible to learn. We're sticking to the JELIs."
"Jelis?" Harry asked curiously.
"Japanese-English Language Interpreters," Mr. Weasley, who had just come in from the kitchen, informed him. "Come on, lunch is ready."
~*~
"Sir," A small, bald man squeaked as he entered the musty room. "Sir, I have news."
"Of the Potter boy?" came a cold, harsh voice from the shadows.
"Yes, my lord," answered the small man, his voice rather high.
"Well? What is it?" snapped the harsh voice.
"He's... he's..."
"Yes? Finish your sentence!"
"He's to be l-leaving for Japan t-t-tomorrow, my lord," the bald man stuttered and covered his head with his hands, one of which was missing a finger, as if expecting his master to lash out at him. "So?" spoke the voice from the shadows, unnaturally calm.
"S-s-so wha-what, m-my l-l-l-lord?" the nine-fingered man asked, his voice quivering like a recently plucked harp string.
"So let him go! As long as he's back at Hogwarts it is no concern of mine as to where Potter spends his summer vacation."
"S-s-sir," the man began, the pitch of his voice rising, "I-I-I-I h-have m- m-more n-news."
"What news?"
"H-h-h-h-hogwarts Sch-school of-of w-witchcraft an-and wiz-wiz-wizardry..."
"Yes? What about that blasted school?" The voice from the shadows demanded, extremely annoyed.
The man was shaking visibly now. "I-i-t..."
"It what? Spit it out, Wormtail!"
The man looked like he was on the verge of crying. He took a deep breath and, as fast as he could, answered, "Itwasclosedmylord."
"WHAT?!" Roared the voice.
"I-it was cl-closed," Wormtail murmured, holding his head very tightly now.
"DO YOU REALIZE THIS RUINS THE PLAN?!" screeched the voice.
"Y-y-yes, my lord!" cried the small man, falling to his knees. "Please! Please, my lord! Have mercy on me!"
"Oh," whispered the voice, "you won't have any mercy. Lord Voldemort shows mercy for no one." A pale hand gripping a wand emerged from the shadows.
"My lord! Please--"
"CRUCIO!"
Wormtail's screams of pain filled the night.
