*Dancing around with sparkles* Happy Forth-of-July! ^_____^ You'd think a wouldn't be this happy, seeing as my family just went into dysfunctional mode (brother crying and screaming as loud as he can, dad ranting and raving on the verge of a nervous breakdown, mom looking like she's about to cry), I was recently reminded that half my friends will be attending a different school next year and my clothes are currently plastered to my skin due to lack of air conditioning (note to self: stop wearing black clothes in 90 degree weather). But... I'm as happy as can be! WEEEEEEE!!!! *happy dance*

Bakura: *has somehow been forced into a skin tight American flag tank top and Yami Yugi-like leather pants and is wearing ac sign labeled "eye candy"* Stupid, foolish, mortal girl...

Hee hee... Anyway, this chappie doesn't have the YGO people in it, but I promised the next one will! And, now, on with the fic!

Bakura: *muttering*

Not Your Average Muggles

Chp. 3 - The Portkey

The sun peaked over the horizon, staining the sky spectacular shades of red, pink, and orange. Birds sang their morning songs and the Weasley's garden gnomes yawned and stretched in the yard. Harry Potter was sleeping soundly in his best friend's room; dreaming of amazing, impossible, and dangerous Quidditch plays. Or, at least, he was until-

"UP! GET UP!"

"I dun wanna go ta school t'day, Mum," Ron mumbled and rolled over in his bed. Harry groaned and pulled his pillow over his head.

"Come on, get up," Mrs. Weasley commanded as she opened the curtains. "You need to leave early if you want to get to Japan at a decent time."

The two teens groaned, let out a few whines, and drew their covers up over their heads to block the light. The red-haired woman glared demonically at them.

"Alright, fine then. Have it your way." She raised her wand, "Accio blankets!"

It was a warm, summer morning, but Harry still felt a blanket of cold replace to warm one that had been magically whisked away from him. He actually heard Ron yelp.

"Mum, no..." The redhead cried; curling up in a ball. Harry let out yet another groan and sat up.

"Good to you're awake, Harry," Mrs. Weasley smiled at him. "Get dressed and come down stairs. You'll have to eat breakfast on the way; you're running a bit late. And that goes for you, too, Ron." Harry glanced over at his friend, who was sitting up in bed and looking around the room dumbly.

"So, how are we getting to Japan?" He asked him as he pulled clothes out of his trunk.

"Dad said something about a portkey," Ron told him as he pulled a T-shirt over his head. "I think the Ministry's gonna provide us with one or something..."

~*~

"So why exactly are we going to Japan?" Harry asked as they trudged across the field at the back of the Weasley's property. He was extremely tired, but he thought he was doing better than the Weasley boys were: Ron was slightly cross-eyed and kept stumbling over his feet and the twins looked like they were sleepwalking.

"Well, I have a pen pal over in Japan," Mr. Weasley explained. "He's a ministry wizard I meet a couple of years ago. His name is Seikei Hakuseki." Mr. Weasley paused for a moment. "I think I pronounced that right...

"Anyway, the Japanese Ministry of Magic has been having a lot of problems with unidentified magic. Very dark and powerful magic it is, too. Seikei has a bit of a hunch that it has something to with muggle artifacts, though. That's where I come in. Most of the ministry thinks he's mad and he, working in the misuse of magic department, isn't exactly sure how to prove it. He's not used to tracking down muggle artifacts, you see.

"So he asked me for help. He convinced the Ministry to allow us to travel to Japan for free under the pretense that we need a 'relaxing relief from the shock of Hogwarts being closed'." I think they're providing us with free hotel accommodations, too..."

They had reached the end of the field and now stood on the edge of a pleasant looking forest. Due drops twinkled as the sunlight danced across them.

"The portkey s'posed to be somewhere around here, right?" George asked with a yawn. Mr. Weasley nodded. "Great..."

"So why aren't Ginny and Mrs. Weasley coming? And what about Hermione?" Harry inquired as he peered though a bush, searching for a piece of trash or junk the portkey would have taken the form of.

Mr. Weasley looked up from the grass he was poking through and answered, "First, Ginny's going to be spending the summer at friends house and Molly isn't coming because she has a book club to attend to." He dropped his voice and leaned closer to Harry. "But if ask me, it's because of a bad run in she had with a Japanese wizard once." He cleared his throat and went back to looking through the grass. "Anyway, Hermione should join us via portkey tomorrow. Something about a family reunion..."

"Dad, I think I found it," Ron called from his position by a very twisted tree.

Harry, Mr. Weasley, and the twins gathered around him. He was standing next to what looked like a broken and smashed stopwatch dangling from on of the tree's branches. "On the count of three," Mr. Weasley directed. "One... two... THREE!"

Five hands shot out and touched the stopwatch in unison, and Harry instantly felt a tug behind his navel. Next thing he new, he was being tugged through the air by the broken, but magical, device; his finger felt as though it had been glued to it. The trip was longer than the one he had taken to the Quidditch World Cup, and Harry was slightly surprised when his feet were suddenly back on the ground. Not so surprised, though, as Ron seemed to be for he fell into George, who fell into Fred, who fell into Mr. Weasley.

A voice behind them chuckled and said, with a strong Japanese accent, "What better a way to enter Domino City than to actually play dominos, ne, Arthur- kun?"

"Seikei!" Mr. Weasley cried happily as he got to feet. He started to hold out his hand, but decided against it and instead gave a small bow. Seikei chuckled again, returning the bow.

Harry looked around the room they were in. The floor was very squishy and the lower half of three of the walls were padded. The forth wall was cover in labeled drawers. The labels were written in Japanese, though, so he had no idea what they said. One sign, however, he could read. It was hanging on the door and, although it too was written in Japanese, the word "portkey" was written beneath it in English. Harry guessed the padding was for wizards like Ron.

Through the opened door, Harry observed hundreds of Japanese witches and wizards bustling about in a huge marble room with even more doors lining the walls. A large fountain, much like the one in his homeland's Ministry, was placed in the center. Only this one featured a wizard and a witch perched on top of a centaur with a house elf. Harry turned his attention to Seikei Hakuseki.

The man was very friendly looking. He was short and slightly chubby with long, surprisingly slim, fingers. His hair was died a very dark shade of blue and was almost as messy as Harry's. A pair of dark eyes twinkled at them from under his baseball cap.

"Here, take these," Seikei said, holding out what looked like bluish-silver dog tags. Upon further examination, Harry found that they each had the letters "JELI" stamped across them. "You'll need them. Not anybody around here speaks as good English as I are."

Harry tried not to laugh.

See? Short. Only like 1160 words... So I figured I'd have reviewer responses. Oh yes, and I forgot. Brownies to all the reviewers! *Passes out brownies*

Bakura: You made those from a mix, right?

Yeah.

Bakura: Good. *To the reviewers* Those should be safe.

*Glares at Bakura*

Bulan-Chan - The reason why I'm writing this is because I got kind of tired of reading about Yugi, Ryou, and Malik (and occasionally Seto and others) getting letters, wondering what to do (and Bakura usually threatening to "punish" his hikari if it turns out to be a prank), and then eventually running of to England and making friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione... It gets kind of repetitive. -_-;; So I thought, "What excuse can I use to get Harry over to Japan" and... tada! This fic is born! THE YGO PEEPS SHALL NOT GO TO HOGWARTS FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YGO/HP HISTORY!! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Bakura: O__O;;

Sarah - Humorous? Well... for once in my life I'm NOT trying to put humor into my story, but... that sort of thing tends to leak out when I write. ^_^ *sweat drop*

DarkSpellCaster - *sweat drop* Well... no one's ever said "gadzooks" about my writing before... Congrats! *hands you an award*

Sarith McGregor - Confused, eh? Well... to tell you the truth, I'm making half of this up as I go along. (In fact, I completely forgot that Hermione was going with them, too. So I just said she was at a family reunion. ^_^;;)

Anime no Megami - That's right! All authoresses have multiple bishies! MUHAHAHA!!!

Bakura: But my are you picking on ME?!

Oh, cheer up. I might trade you in for Malik or Yami in a few chapters...

Bakura: YES!

Koko Kung - Don't worry about it. That's basically how a feel about YGO half the time... (4kids screwed it up I tell you! I CANNOT TRUST THEM!!)

Kahtiihma - WHAT?! I checked over that chapter like five times! Ergh... *bangs head against wall*

And finally, to Sachi-chan and Fayore... THANK YOU FOR THE INFO!! *hands both of you giant cookies* And, no, Bakura. I didn't bake them; I bought them. They're guaranteed to have sugar.

Ja ne! ^_~