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~Chapter 2: Diagon Alley~

Several weeks later, Malik, Yugi, Seto and Ryou found themselves in a busy London street. (Not forgetting their yamis, of course.) "Where to now?" Ryou asked. Yugi made a cross-eyed look at a scrap of parchment an owl had delivered. "There's this pub, the Leaky Cauldron, and this Dumbledore dude wants us to go there. He says it's invisible to Muggles, or whatever they're called." Malik tapped Yugi's shoulder, and pointed to a small, grubby nondescript building poking out from between a shoe shop and a pet store. "Look – the Leaky Cauldron." Everyone made their way towards the pub, trailing their luggage behind them. Malik and Seto, however, had to help Yugi drag his in.

"What do we do now once we're inside the pub?" whispered Malik, trying to avoid the gaze of a young witch staring at him with interest. [Aibou, you're sure this is a good idea, responding to the letter?] Yami asked Yugi through their mind link. {Yami, shut up, I'll answer that later.} Yugi replied snappily. "Go talk to the bartender," Yugi whispered back. Once again, everyone cast gazes to Seto. "Why me?" he hissed, going up to the bartender, Tom, anyway, leaving Ryou and Malik to help Yugi with his luggage. "He-" Seto hadn't even gotten the words out when the wizened bartender nodded. "Aah…the foreign students?" "How'd you…?" Ryou sputtered. "Dumbledore told me to keep an eye out for a young boy with tri-coloured hair," Tom chuckled. Yugi turned neon pink. [You should get your hair permed and dyed,] Yami chuckled. {Back at you, you have the same hair as me,} Yugi retorted as Tom helped them haul their luggage up the stairs to their rooms.

However, when the four boys reappeared, all of them had a disturbed look on their faces. "My mirror talked to me," Malik said, perturbed. "Called me 'handsome blondie'. Ack!" "The portrait in my room has issues," muttered Ryou. "Cute albino my foot." "My bed said I was the lightest thing that ever sat on it," Seto said. "Makes you wonder what else comes here." "The sink in my room attacked me," said Yugi darkly, his face and shirt dripping. Malik, Seto, and Ryou tried their best to contain their sniggers. "Now," said Tom, "I'm going to show you how to get to Diagon Alley." He took them behind the shop. "Three up and two across starting from the trash can," he said, pointing at the brick wall. Whipping out a wand, he tapped the indicated brick. Everyone watched in stunned silence as the bricks parted to reveal an archway big enough for a shire horse. "Welcome, boys – to Diagon Alley."

"This place is cool!" said Malik. "What's on the agenda?" asked Ryou. [You're not serious, are you?] Bakura snarled. {Shut up.} His hikari replied. Yugi took the list of items from his pockets. "Hang on," Ryou interrupted. "We need to exchange our yen for them…wizard money. That's what the letter from that Dumble-whats-his-name said." "Where's the bank, then?" asked Yugi. "In your face," sneered Seto, pointing to a towering white marble building.

The marble building was called Gringotts. There was an engraving on the door.

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

{Bakura, don't go getting any ideas!} Ryou chuckled. [Oh, shit.]

The four boys strolled down the long marble walkway, beside them, goblins at their flanks. "Keep your eyeballs in, Seto," smirked Malik. He got a kick in the back of his shins for that remark. The goblins were measuring gold, rubies, diamonds…Malik swore he saw a diamond as big as his fist.

They got to the end of the corridor, where, at a counter, sat a very nasty-looking goblin sorting out accounts. Yugi went first, but he was so short, even though he jumped and stood on his tiptoes, the tip of his raspberry hair barely cleared the counter. Sighing, Ryou and Malik grasped his arms and lifted him up, so he could exchange his yen for wizard money. After they had sorted out their finances, they had to figure out how to use it. Yugi read from the letter. "Uh…let's see…says here the gold ones are Galleons, the silver ones…they're Sickles, and the bronze…Knuts. Seventeen Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle." "Sounds easy enough," responded Malik. "I never was one for Maths." "Now what do we do?" Seto asked. "We got get our stuff, baka," Ryou said. [Good one, hikari,] Bakura sniggered.

About an hour and a half later, everyone congregated in front of Ollivanders' Wands. Malik was just about to enter when he bumped face-first into somebody's back. A giant somebody, who was with a scraggy, dark-haired boy. "Itai!" he squeaked, and looked up. "Oh my…" The giant turned. "Er…sorry," Malik said tentatively. The black-haired boy was staring at Yugi's hair. "How'd you get it to stay like that?" he asked. Yugi flushed bright pink. "It's…natural." "If that's natural wait till you see artificial," Malik sniggered. "Hey, 'Arry, we gotta go get yer wand," the giant grunted, peering down at Malik. Harry turned to Malik. "Don't tell me your hair colour's natural, too," he said. "Fine, I won't," the Egyptian grinned cheekily. "I'm Harry," the boy said. "This is Hagrid." "Pleased ter meet'cha." The giant said, grinning. "I'm Yugi," Yugi answered. "That's Seto, this here's Ryou, and that's Malik." "Where do you guys come from?" Harry questioned. "We-ee-ll," said Yugi, "Ryou's from England, Seto and I are Japanese, and Malik's Egyptian." "I'm going to go get my wand now," said Harry quietly. "Uhh…us too," Yugi said. "Hang on," Harry's green eyes narrowed. Malik tensed. "Aren't you Seto Kaiba?" The Egyptian sighed mentally. "Yes," answered the CEO. "How'd you know? You're from London, aren't you?" Yugi questioned innocently. "He's in a magazine article I read once," said Harry. "Doesn't he own KaibaCorp?" "Yes," said Ryou, answering for Seto.

Harry pushed opened the door to the small, musty shop. Malik watched bits of dust dance in the sunlight. "Hello," came a soft voice. Everyone jumped, except Hagrid. (Him jumping would've resulted in a Diagon Alley earthquake of magnitude ten.) A bent little old man with a shock of white hair emerged from apparently out of nowhere. "Aah, Harry Potter," he said, "Yes, yes, I thought I'd be seeing you soon. You have your mother's eyes." The foreign boys, however, were positively flummoxed with the man's words. "It seemed like only yesterday she was in here, buying her first wand. Ten an a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work." Then his moon-like eyes snapped towards the four boys behind Harry. "Ah, you must be the four foreigners Dumbledore has told me about," he said. Yugi turned pink. Him and his conspicuous hair! "We'll do Mr Potter first," said the man. He turned to Hagrid. "Rubeus Hagrid! Nice to see you again – oak, sixteen inches, rather bendy, was it not?" "Yup," said Hagrid brightly, his hands clutching a bright pink umbrella. "Good wand that was. I suppose they snapped it in half when you were expelled?" the man persisted. "Yeah, I've still got the pieces though," Hagrid said brightly.

"But you don't use them?"

Hagrid's fist tightened around his floral umbrella.

Mr Ollivander took out a measuring tape. "Which is your wand arm, boy?" he asked Harry. "Er…I'm right-handed, if that's what you mean," Harry replied as Mr Ollivander started measuring him. "Hmm…" Mr Ollivander stopped measuring Harry. Malik told Harry quietly that the measuring tape, which was now measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Harry started and the measuring tape crumpled to the floor.

"Here, try this," Mr Ollivander said, handing Harry a musty box, within, a wand. "Go on – just wave it." Harry, feeling extremely stupid, gave it a casual wave but before he could even complete the wave Mr Ollivander snatched it out of his hand. "No, no…try this one, maple and phoenix feather, seven inches. Quite whippy." However, as soon as the wand touched Harry's fingers, Mr Ollivander whipped it out of his hand. The rest watched this, confused. "No, no – here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy." But it was rejected as well.

The pile of wands on the floor grew and grew. However, the bigger the pile got, the more happy Mr Ollivander seemed to become. "Tricky costumer, eh?" he chuckled. "I wonder now…here, phoenix feather and holly, eleven inches, nice and supple." Harry took the wand in his hand. Immediately he felt a sudden warmth. He brought the wand down with a swish, and yellow and red sparks shot out. "Oh bravo!" said Mr Ollivander, as the other four cheered. Hagrid clapped, his hands like gunshots. "Curious…very curious…" Mr Ollivander continued. The cheering immediately hushed. "What's curious?" asked Harry as Mr Ollivander fixed him with a glowing stare. "I remember every wand I've sold, Mr Potter – each and every one. It just so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your wand gave another feather – just one other. It is very curious you should be destined for this wand when it's brother gave you that scar."

Author's Ending Notes: HAR! A cliffhanger! For those of you with the first Harry Potter book – no cheating! =)