Okay, I apologize for this chapter. It's a bit short and it doesn't have
the HP people meeting the YGO cast like I had originally intended, but I
CANNOT GET RID OF THIS STUPID WRITER'S BLOCK!!!! *throws shoe at writer's
block* To make up for this, I added a bit of humor at the end. Or, at
least, I HOPE I did. Also, this would have been up earlier but the second
YGO box set dealy came... Malik's Japanese voice... *swoons*
Malik: *backs away from Enasni*
Bakura: I am SO glad my Japanese voice creeped her out...
It got better in this box set!
Bakura: *sweat drop*
Anyway, *grins evilly at Steeple333* I actually was planning to do something with that... I just now figured out away to work it into a plot... ^________________________^ *passes out cake to the reviewers* I get the feeling I'm going to hit a hundred reviews with this chapter... *hint, hint* ^_~
ON WITH THE FICCIE!!
Not Your Average Muggles Chapter 7 - The Faceless People
Lord Voldemort was restless. He had always kept to his plans, changing them as little as possible, but now the Ministry of Magic had made unexpected move. They had closed Hogwarts. Now he could no longer get to Harry Potter.
Revenge came over anything else.
He wanted Potter to pay. How could this boy defeat him, the greatest wizard of all time? How could he, after bringing death to hundreds of muggles and wizards alike, fail to kill a defenseless baby? How could one wizard, not even finished with school, deceive him so many times? The dark lord growled at his memories.
Harry Potter would pay, and he would pay dearly.
Voldemort's ears perked up at a familiar sound. He glanced toward the door of the dank room to spy an enormous snake. The snake lifted her - for it was a female - her head and let out a soft hiss. The man returned the noise and lifted his eyes to the door. Transfixed, his red eyes drilled into the peeling paint.
There was a knock. "Enter, Thomas," the lord rasped.
The door creaked open and a nervous looking man with a long noise stepped inside. He looked quite young - in his twenties - and had thin brown hair and drooping eyes. He attempted a smile, but failed miserably.
"H-how did you know it w-was me?" Thomas stuttered, not used to being in the presence of such evil.
"Lord Voldermort has his ways," the snake-like man answered smoothly. "Now, my sweet" -he stroked the snake's head- "tells me you have some information. It better be worth my time."
Thomas gripped his robs tightly; sweat dribbled down the side of his head. "It's not so much information as it is... a-a confession..."
Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "A confession? Go on, I am intrigued."
"Y-you must understand... I had no idea..." The younger wizard bit his lip.
"Get on with it."
Thomas took a deep, reassuring breath. "As you might know, I have recently taken a job at the Ministry." The dark lord nodded for him to continue. "I- it was in the division of Magical Education... I was a School Governor..."
Lord Voldemort sat up in his armchair sharply. His eyes, glinting with malice, narrowed. "You were a governor? And you aloud them to close Hogwarts?"
Thomas could not stand to look into those eyes. They were twin pools of a dark, bloody evil threatening to swallow him up in pain and despair. He stared at the floor and mumbled, "I am of low rank among Death Eaters. I was unaware of the plan; I thought I was helping." Then, noticing his superior reaching for his wand, added very quickly, "but I can redeem myself! I have a plan to destroy Potter!"
Voldemort picked up his wand, "A plan you say? Tell me..."
Thomas gulped and began to describe his thoughts to his master...
~*~
Hundreds of miles away in Japan, Ryou Bakura was dreaming. He tossed and turned in his bed, unable to rid himself of the horrors that swept through his mind.
He was running. Running from something. From what, though? He felt afraid, disturbed. Something was following him, something sinister... He felt a chill on his back and a branch ripped at his shirt.
A branch? He was in a forest. But it was unlike any forest he had ever seen... No, it was unlike any forest he had ever felt. This feeling... so cold...
And then there were lights. The floated in the darkness like tiny beacons of hope. He ran towards them. He felt a slight warmth. He was leaving the forest! But what had he come to? A town? A camp? No, a carnival.
Ryou slowed his pace and walked wearily through the crowded space. Tapping a woman on the shoulder, he prepared to ask where he was. The woman turned around and he gasped. She had no face. Where her mouth, nose, and eyes should have been was nothing but skin.
The teen yelped and took a step back. The woman let out a strangled cry (although how she could do so without as mouth was beyond him) and reached toward him. More people without faces turned around. Each let out the same, hopeless yell and moved toward him; reaching out there arms as though they were trying to grab something he couldn't see.
Ryou started to scooted back, terrified of the faceless people. Then his eyes focused on a young girl about his age. She stumbled toward him, hands clasped over her face as though trying to keep it in place.
"Help me!" She sobbed removing her hand to reveal one of the most horrible things Ryou had ever seen. Her eyes were falling from her face; leaving behind bare patches of skin. Her nose was nowhere to be seen and her mouth was strangely lopsided. And, what was worse, her eyes seemed to be losing life; that little sparkle of warmth. It was as though, Ryou thought, she was having her soul sucked out of her very slowly.
He wanted to help, but the girl scared him and the faceless people were pushing her back, trying to get to him. He backed way from their hands, which looked like wax and bumped into the stand behind him. Suddenly there was a hand around his throat.
"Why do you run from them? The no ones can do no harm." A croaky voice sounded in his ear and he felt breath. But it was unlike any breath he had every felt before. It was cold.
He felt as though he must answer. "Who - what are they?" he questioned.
The voice seemed to have a small smile to it. "They are nothing." Ryou winced as one grabbed his leg; another teared at his shirt.
"Please," he pleaded. "Help me."
"I cannot help you," the voice replied, " in any way but this: beware the roses. Their beauty hides thorns." And with that the hand released him and Ryou was engulfed by the people without faces.
A cold laugh filled the air. Ryou felt his body go cold and freeze. He was losing control and the "no ones" were holding him firmly and yelled their voiceless cries. And then the laughter turned to ringing...
Ringing?
//DAMN ALARM CLOCK!// Rang through Ryou's mind and he felt his hand - not out of his own free will - lifted up and slammed down on something hard.
Ryou sat up in bed. Wearily he stared down at his now red hand. He would have as bruise there tomorrow. How could his yami stand to hit solid objects so hard? He blinked his eyes and turned to look at his radio clock. Ten-thirty.
Ryou sat up in panic. He was supposed to be meeting Yugi and Malik at the amusement park right now!
//I though I turned that basted thing off...// He heard his yami mutter.
//Yami!// He yelled back, //You changed the alarm! I'm going to be late to meeting Yugi-kun...//
//The pharaoh's hikari? The world would be better off without that baka.//
//Yami...//
//What?//
//Has it ever accrued to you that I might actually ENJOY "the pharaoh's baka hikari's" company?//
//Yes. You have a very odd taste in friends.// Ryou sweat dropped.
//If it makes you feel any better,// the tomb robber added, //I am willing to start sleeping with earplugs. Then this wouldn't happen anymore.//
Ryou rolled his eyes and pulled off the T-shirt he had been sleeping in. Tossing it a side, he opened his dresser and picked out a lose tank top and a pair of jeans. He got dressed as quickly as possible and ran into the kitchen. He threw a piece of bread into the toaster oven and marched into the other room wear he bushed his long, fluffy hair in front of a small mirror.
Unfortunately for Ryou, Bakura was determined to understand modern technology. Thus, with out the poor teen realizing it, the tomb robber had turned the toaster oven up WAY to high the day before. Ryou reentered the kitchen to see his breakfast on fire.
The boy yelped and ripped the toaster's door open. In a panic he tossed the flaming piece of bread onto the kitchen counter.
What he hadn't counted on was the counter being drenched in cooking oil.
Ryou's eye started twitching as his kitchen went up in flames. //Yami...//
//Yes?//
//If you weren't already dead I'd be plotting your death right about now.//
//You've been hanging out with me too much, Hikari...//
(Okay, I should really stop putting ANs at the ends of chapters, but whatever. I know the whole dream thing is kind over done, but mine contained A LOT of symbolism... FEAR DA SYMBOLISM!! And, yes, this chapter was kind of weird... I haven't slept in two days. I spent hours laying in my bed convinced a little blue elf was talking to me and that the world would end if I turned off my radio. What do you expect? Be glad I retained enough sanity to type this up. Also, schools starts on Monday; this will screw up my already messed up updating schedule. Now if you'll excuse me, the elf claims chickens are eating my cards...)
Malik: *backs away from Enasni*
Bakura: I am SO glad my Japanese voice creeped her out...
It got better in this box set!
Bakura: *sweat drop*
Anyway, *grins evilly at Steeple333* I actually was planning to do something with that... I just now figured out away to work it into a plot... ^________________________^ *passes out cake to the reviewers* I get the feeling I'm going to hit a hundred reviews with this chapter... *hint, hint* ^_~
ON WITH THE FICCIE!!
Not Your Average Muggles Chapter 7 - The Faceless People
Lord Voldemort was restless. He had always kept to his plans, changing them as little as possible, but now the Ministry of Magic had made unexpected move. They had closed Hogwarts. Now he could no longer get to Harry Potter.
Revenge came over anything else.
He wanted Potter to pay. How could this boy defeat him, the greatest wizard of all time? How could he, after bringing death to hundreds of muggles and wizards alike, fail to kill a defenseless baby? How could one wizard, not even finished with school, deceive him so many times? The dark lord growled at his memories.
Harry Potter would pay, and he would pay dearly.
Voldemort's ears perked up at a familiar sound. He glanced toward the door of the dank room to spy an enormous snake. The snake lifted her - for it was a female - her head and let out a soft hiss. The man returned the noise and lifted his eyes to the door. Transfixed, his red eyes drilled into the peeling paint.
There was a knock. "Enter, Thomas," the lord rasped.
The door creaked open and a nervous looking man with a long noise stepped inside. He looked quite young - in his twenties - and had thin brown hair and drooping eyes. He attempted a smile, but failed miserably.
"H-how did you know it w-was me?" Thomas stuttered, not used to being in the presence of such evil.
"Lord Voldermort has his ways," the snake-like man answered smoothly. "Now, my sweet" -he stroked the snake's head- "tells me you have some information. It better be worth my time."
Thomas gripped his robs tightly; sweat dribbled down the side of his head. "It's not so much information as it is... a-a confession..."
Voldemort raised an eyebrow. "A confession? Go on, I am intrigued."
"Y-you must understand... I had no idea..." The younger wizard bit his lip.
"Get on with it."
Thomas took a deep, reassuring breath. "As you might know, I have recently taken a job at the Ministry." The dark lord nodded for him to continue. "I- it was in the division of Magical Education... I was a School Governor..."
Lord Voldemort sat up in his armchair sharply. His eyes, glinting with malice, narrowed. "You were a governor? And you aloud them to close Hogwarts?"
Thomas could not stand to look into those eyes. They were twin pools of a dark, bloody evil threatening to swallow him up in pain and despair. He stared at the floor and mumbled, "I am of low rank among Death Eaters. I was unaware of the plan; I thought I was helping." Then, noticing his superior reaching for his wand, added very quickly, "but I can redeem myself! I have a plan to destroy Potter!"
Voldemort picked up his wand, "A plan you say? Tell me..."
Thomas gulped and began to describe his thoughts to his master...
~*~
Hundreds of miles away in Japan, Ryou Bakura was dreaming. He tossed and turned in his bed, unable to rid himself of the horrors that swept through his mind.
He was running. Running from something. From what, though? He felt afraid, disturbed. Something was following him, something sinister... He felt a chill on his back and a branch ripped at his shirt.
A branch? He was in a forest. But it was unlike any forest he had ever seen... No, it was unlike any forest he had ever felt. This feeling... so cold...
And then there were lights. The floated in the darkness like tiny beacons of hope. He ran towards them. He felt a slight warmth. He was leaving the forest! But what had he come to? A town? A camp? No, a carnival.
Ryou slowed his pace and walked wearily through the crowded space. Tapping a woman on the shoulder, he prepared to ask where he was. The woman turned around and he gasped. She had no face. Where her mouth, nose, and eyes should have been was nothing but skin.
The teen yelped and took a step back. The woman let out a strangled cry (although how she could do so without as mouth was beyond him) and reached toward him. More people without faces turned around. Each let out the same, hopeless yell and moved toward him; reaching out there arms as though they were trying to grab something he couldn't see.
Ryou started to scooted back, terrified of the faceless people. Then his eyes focused on a young girl about his age. She stumbled toward him, hands clasped over her face as though trying to keep it in place.
"Help me!" She sobbed removing her hand to reveal one of the most horrible things Ryou had ever seen. Her eyes were falling from her face; leaving behind bare patches of skin. Her nose was nowhere to be seen and her mouth was strangely lopsided. And, what was worse, her eyes seemed to be losing life; that little sparkle of warmth. It was as though, Ryou thought, she was having her soul sucked out of her very slowly.
He wanted to help, but the girl scared him and the faceless people were pushing her back, trying to get to him. He backed way from their hands, which looked like wax and bumped into the stand behind him. Suddenly there was a hand around his throat.
"Why do you run from them? The no ones can do no harm." A croaky voice sounded in his ear and he felt breath. But it was unlike any breath he had every felt before. It was cold.
He felt as though he must answer. "Who - what are they?" he questioned.
The voice seemed to have a small smile to it. "They are nothing." Ryou winced as one grabbed his leg; another teared at his shirt.
"Please," he pleaded. "Help me."
"I cannot help you," the voice replied, " in any way but this: beware the roses. Their beauty hides thorns." And with that the hand released him and Ryou was engulfed by the people without faces.
A cold laugh filled the air. Ryou felt his body go cold and freeze. He was losing control and the "no ones" were holding him firmly and yelled their voiceless cries. And then the laughter turned to ringing...
Ringing?
//DAMN ALARM CLOCK!// Rang through Ryou's mind and he felt his hand - not out of his own free will - lifted up and slammed down on something hard.
Ryou sat up in bed. Wearily he stared down at his now red hand. He would have as bruise there tomorrow. How could his yami stand to hit solid objects so hard? He blinked his eyes and turned to look at his radio clock. Ten-thirty.
Ryou sat up in panic. He was supposed to be meeting Yugi and Malik at the amusement park right now!
//I though I turned that basted thing off...// He heard his yami mutter.
//Yami!// He yelled back, //You changed the alarm! I'm going to be late to meeting Yugi-kun...//
//The pharaoh's hikari? The world would be better off without that baka.//
//Yami...//
//What?//
//Has it ever accrued to you that I might actually ENJOY "the pharaoh's baka hikari's" company?//
//Yes. You have a very odd taste in friends.// Ryou sweat dropped.
//If it makes you feel any better,// the tomb robber added, //I am willing to start sleeping with earplugs. Then this wouldn't happen anymore.//
Ryou rolled his eyes and pulled off the T-shirt he had been sleeping in. Tossing it a side, he opened his dresser and picked out a lose tank top and a pair of jeans. He got dressed as quickly as possible and ran into the kitchen. He threw a piece of bread into the toaster oven and marched into the other room wear he bushed his long, fluffy hair in front of a small mirror.
Unfortunately for Ryou, Bakura was determined to understand modern technology. Thus, with out the poor teen realizing it, the tomb robber had turned the toaster oven up WAY to high the day before. Ryou reentered the kitchen to see his breakfast on fire.
The boy yelped and ripped the toaster's door open. In a panic he tossed the flaming piece of bread onto the kitchen counter.
What he hadn't counted on was the counter being drenched in cooking oil.
Ryou's eye started twitching as his kitchen went up in flames. //Yami...//
//Yes?//
//If you weren't already dead I'd be plotting your death right about now.//
//You've been hanging out with me too much, Hikari...//
(Okay, I should really stop putting ANs at the ends of chapters, but whatever. I know the whole dream thing is kind over done, but mine contained A LOT of symbolism... FEAR DA SYMBOLISM!! And, yes, this chapter was kind of weird... I haven't slept in two days. I spent hours laying in my bed convinced a little blue elf was talking to me and that the world would end if I turned off my radio. What do you expect? Be glad I retained enough sanity to type this up. Also, schools starts on Monday; this will screw up my already messed up updating schedule. Now if you'll excuse me, the elf claims chickens are eating my cards...)
