Wow...I really am feeling loved...but anyway, here's the third long chappie (I apologize if they seem to be getting longer and longer....without any apparent plot as of yet....I promise it's coming). Since the Terrible Institution of Knollig (aka School) is starting...updates won't be as often (**wince** I know, I know, it's bad enough as is). So sorry!!

Thanks to all my reviewers: Kaitourei (Yeah, I am hoping to stick the past life in here somewhere, the High Priest is seriously cool~ Thanks!!), the faithful anonymous reviewer (I'm trying to get to the plot, I promise...I am...^__^), and to Yugi's Little Sister (Well, I just think Ron is jealous of Ginny - think about it, he's older than she is, yet she's the one with boyfriends and he's still single...lol...).

Here we go....

Your standard SPOILER warning is still in effect!!

Disclaimer: I don't own YGO or Harry Potter, but I DO own this fanfic and any OCs that might appear in the future. Thank you~

Muggle Studies

Ch. 3 - Life With the Weasleys

After a noisy, rambunctious and delicious supper, Harry, Ron and Mokuba found it impossible to do anything but flop onto their respective beds and massage their bloated stomachs. Hermione and Ginny had been unlucky enough to have been caught and were now doing the dishes downstairs.

"So," said Harry thickly, "What d'you think of England so far, Mokuba?"

"Delicious," Mokuba muttered back, "So that was treacle tart."

Ron grunted. "Yeah, Mum really outdid herself this time. Though I can't see how you were able to eat anything at all, with Hermione firing questions at you like that about your school."

"You're Muggle-born"Harry began, curious, "Yet your parents just let you come over and stay with an English pen-pal you've never met, without checking first or anything"

"I don't have any parents." Realizing how pitiful that sounded, Mokuba amended, "I mean, my parents died when I was really small and I never knew them or anything."

"Oh." Harry suddenly felt a surge of sympathy for the younger boy. "So who've you been living with?"

"Not with a big fat pig of an uncle like Harry's, I hope," snorted Ron.

"No, I live with my older brother and he takes care of me." And he's the best big brother in the worldif only he wasn't so stubborn about certain things!

"You have a brother? How old is he? 'Cause I've got about five of them and they sure 'take care' of me"

"He's five years older than I am, so he's about your ageI guess."

Ron whistled. "Blimeyhe must be working like a " He looked furtively around for Hermione and her S.P.E.W. campaign, "like a house-elf!"

"Yeahhe's always working," said Mokuba wistfully.

Harry caught on. "Homesick already?"

"Nah" The younger boy chuckled. "I just hope he's okay"

A companionable silence filled the small room as the three lay back thinking.

"The Hogwarts letters should be coming any day now; reckon we could go to Diagon Alley and show you around Mokuba," Harry offered. "Hermione's been talking about that new book she wanted and maybe Ginny'll come too"

"Well, since you've brought up Ginny," Ron propped himself up with an effort and faced Mokuba, "I've been meaning to ask you - is there anything between you and her?" When Mokuba just looked confused, Ron clarified, "Are you two, you know, going out or anything?"

"Ron!" Harry couldn't help blurting out. "That's not very nice, you know!"

"She's four years older than I am," Mokuba said faintly, "Don't take this the wrong way, but I should hope not!"

Ron flopped back down, satisfied. "You're okay then."

"Ron, how could you just ask that?"

"Well, what? I wanted to know what's been occupying her all summer, like a good brother would" Ron yawned and waved Harry's protests away. "G'night then, all."

"'Night Ron, Mokuba. Or however you say it in Japan."

"Oyasumi."

"Oy - what?"
"Nevermind"

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"No nii-samaI arrived last eveningthey're called the Weasleys and they're all really nice and stuffof course they've been feeding me! They're really quaint though, don't use the postal servicethey use birds, uhm, owls actually for carrying letters - what do you mean, that's nonsense? - so get used to owls dropping off letters from me, 'kay? And tell warn your secretary too. Yeah, I'll definitely bring my laptop, but I'm not sure how often they'll let me use it; the school generally disapproves of that. Yeah, like last year. I dunno how much money I'll be needing, our booklists haven't come in yet - I guess if you just transfer money to that account from last year, they'll transfer it to one in London"

Mokuba sighed as he listened to his brother's tirade: Seto's way of protesting his studying overseas and so far away. It was a private joke between them that Mokuba was priming the elder Kaiba to win the Mr. Mom competition a few years from now.

"I'm fine, Seto! You're doing - you're doing what?! I don't need half that much money - no, I don't bribe my teachersand no, you are not buying the school! Well, if you were joking that wasn't funny. Yes, I brush my teeth, where did that come from? Okay. Gotcha. Nii-sama, take care of yourself, okay? Get some sleep, you need ittoo much coffee isn't good for you. Okay. Uh-huhall right already! Don't you have a meeting to go to or something? Yeah. I miss you too'bye nii-sama."

He watched his brother's face blink out on the screen and turned off his laptop, hoping that net-meetings
would work at Hogwarts too. Last year, the networks had been incompatible and his nii-sama had spent weeks tweaking itcome to think of it, if he asked Hermione about what settings Hogwarts used, she would tell him. She did seem the most knowledgeable of his group of new friends so far. Downstairs, breakfast was already in full swing.

"Be seeing you lot then - "

"Drop by if you're going to Diagon Alley, special discounts to friends and family members - "

"Fred and George Weasley, leaving without breakfast now, are you?"

"Oh right, thanks Mum."

"Accio Breakfast!" There came the sound of a heavily loaded plate whizzing through the air.

"Brilliant! Let me have a go - Accio Breakfast!" Another plate flew, but then a SMASH was heard, followed by the unmistakable clink of shattered plate.

"Must've been that extra crumpet you put on there, Fred."

"Oh really, you two. Reparo! Now get out of here, both of you, before you wreck anything else, shoo!"

Mokuba couldn't resist smiling broadly at this family breakfast scene. Usually breakfast was eaten alone in a big empty kitchen, his brother having already left for workbut the Weasleys' bustling daily life was a welcome contrast.

"Oh, Ginny dear, where's your friend?"

"He was up before me and Harry were" Ron's voice supplied.

Time to make his grand entrance. "Good morningI'm sorry I took so long, but I was just telling my older brother I arrived and I'm fine and all so he wouldn't worry"

Mrs. Weasley plonked a veritable mountain of rolls, bacon, scrambled eggs, sausage and buttered toast in front of him as her husband frowned at his young guest.

"How could you have been talking to your brother when the fireplace is down here? And aren't you from a Muggle family?"

Mokuba picked up his fork and shook his head. "I wasn't using the Floo Network. I was using my laptop."

Ron's father's face lit up instantly. "A what? A lap-top. Is that another piece of Muggle technology?"
"My dad's keen on Muggle things, you know," Ginny said.

" - yeah, like plugs and mirocaves - miniwaves - ?" Ron put in.

" - Microwaves, Ron, microwaves. Honestly, Muggle Studies isn't that bad of a class" Hermione interjected.

Mokuba handed over his slim silver laptop to Mr. Weasley by way of explanation. Reverently, Arthur Weasley looked the 'Muggle contraption' over.

"And what does it do? May I - ?" When Mokuba nodded, he fumbled with opening it. In his excitement and fear of breaking it, Harry had to help him get it open. "Oh my - this is - that's a key-keyboard, isn't that what you call it?"

"Yeahuhm, it does well just about most thingsI mean, uhm" Mokuba racked his brain to find a way to explain what exactly a laptop did. Luckily, both Harry and Hermione knew very well how to work a laptop and were already busily trying out the programs they found installed.

Mr. Weasley was speechless with delight. "Amazing what Muggles have achieved"

"Wow, Dudley ahs a laptop too, but it's nowhere as advanced as this," Harry said, "It even works perfectly here, surrounded by magic"

"Yeah, my brother put in anti-interference shields on the signal receptionby the way, Hermione, would you by any chance know what the network settings are at Hogwarts?"

Hermione looked slightly confused for a moment, then said, "Oh Mokuba, nothing technological or electronic will work within miles of Hogwarts. You wouldn't even be able to turn it on; the magic makes it all go haywire."

"But don't you have a Muggle-tech room or something? At my old school, electronics go haywire everywhere too, unless you're using them in the Muggle-tech room. That's the only place where Muggle technology can be used and I used to go there, plug in my laptop and check my e-mail and all that" At the looks on everyone's faces, Mokuba stopped and said, "I guess Hogwarts doesn't have one then."

"I never knew the Imperial School had something like that!" Hermione's eyes shone with interest. "But doesn't the magical community object to it, especially the pure-bloods?"

Mokuba pondered this, dredging up all the stuff he'd ever learned about it. "Well, the students don't complain because the Muggle-born ones like me can contact their families easily and play video games and stuff. The Muggle Studies classes actually have lessons in there - they watch Muggle movies and all. Besides, the Ministry of Mage over there supports it. There's even a government-sponsored branch that incorporates Muggle technology with wizardry to get the best of both worlds." Under his breath, he added, "Had to do a paper on it last year."

"Sounds like my dream come true," murmured Mr. Weasley. "Isn't the Ministry afraid of the Muggle world finding out though?"

"Most Muggles there are aware of magic anyway. It's different for wizards and stuff over therethe Muggles have always been more accepting of all things magical because of all the superstitions and myths in their history. We're a lot more open to magic, with the exception of a few." Like my brother, thought Mokuba sourly.

Hermione agreed. "That's trueI've never heard of any major witch-hunts or burnings in Asian history"

"Muggle Studies sounds cool" grinned Harry. "Imagine a final on how to play video games."

Ron and Ginny stared open-mouthed at Mokuba. "No" Ron moaned, "Not another Hermionejust when I thought you were okay too"

Mokuba's face turned pink. "NoI'm not an expert or anything at allthis was just a research paper I had to do"

A diversion in the form of Tonks came crashing into the kitchen, knocking over several flower pots and yawning. "G-good morning all," she finally managed, rumpling up her carrot-red hair and sitting down. "Has Lupin left already?"

"Your hair," Mokuba said in awe, "It really can change." Last night, it had been long, curly and vivid green.

"Not just hair, kiddo. Anything." Tonks winked at him as she reached for a cup of tea, knocking over Ginny's in the process. "Oh, sorry 'bout thatI'm a Metamorphmagus. I can change any aspect of me."

"Really?"

"Really. Try me, kid."

Mokuba grinned impishly. "Okayhow about changing your hair black, tipped red around the edges, with long, blonde spiky bangs that look like bolts of lightning. It should stand upright and it looks overall like a star. And how about changing your eye color to a brilliant violet while you're at it?"

Tonks screwed up her eyes in concentration. "Tall orderbut I can do itafter a spot of breakfast."

Meanwhile, Mrs. Weasley handed out their Hogwarts letters and informed everyone that they were off to Diagon Alley.

"But what about, well, You-Know-Who?" Hermione ventured, casting a glance at Harry. "Is it, well, safe?"

"If You-Know-Who is after us, then the only safe place is where Dumbledore is," Mrs. Weasley said briskly as she cleared the table of plates. "Now that everyone knows the truth, the main thing is to stick together and show the world that we're not going to be defeated by our fear."

Harry had a feeling Dumbledore had told her this.

They were ready to leave for London via Floo Powder when Tonks ran up to them, nearly tripping over a pile of old rugs.

"Mokuba, how's this?" She frowned, concentrating fiercely. For a moment, a flash of tri-colored, star-shaped hair appeared and Mokuba could've sworn it was Yami Yugi - but then the hair flopped back down and turned a violent shade of magenta. Tonks blew the hair off her face and sighed, wagging a finger at Mokuba. "I'll get it, just you wait." She walked off, muttering to herself.

Mokuba figured he'd have a camera ready whenever she did manage it.

"Floo powder?" he asked Harry, who'd already taken off his glasses in preparation. Mokuba sighed. "Not my favorite way to travel," he said, remembering how Dumbledore had gotten them both lost amongst the many fireplaces in the network.

"Hear, hear," muttered Harry, passing him the flowerpot.

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A/N: Tonks is an Auror, and yeah, she has the cool ability to shape-shift...whew, finally to Diagon Alley!! Again...reviews will be appreciated!!

~benign sadist~