Egyptian Sorcery

By AlantisB

Chapter 12

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"Come, the niceties must be observed...Dumbledore would like you to show manners...bow to death..." -Lord Voldemort

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Dear Legolas,

What do you mean that the Masters are in trouble? What is going on there? I get no news for months on end on the goings-on and suddenly out of the blue I get a letter from you stating that Draco and the masters are in a tough spot? I've had enough! I'm coming to take the Masters from school. They are not caring for him the way they should be. Expect me in two hours or less, do not tell the Masters or Draco that I am coming. I will not be hidden from information any more.

Meioh

Dark Magician

PS: On a lighter note, you've join the ranks to be a Shadow teacher? Wonderful news, although I am saddened I will not see you anymore. Your teasing was a welcome change to the darkness of the shadow realm.

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In the distance up ahead, he could see the looming towers of the prison surrounded by water and spells. He shivered not for the first time as he gazed at Azkaban. He had heard stories from Draco, how the prisoners were treated, some even going insane from guilt because of the dark creatures called dementors. They reminded Yugi of the Grim Reaper ever time he looked at a picture of one. Now, he was going to be surrounded by them, all the time.

In the back of his mind, he could already feel the tingle of warning. He was nearing the edge of his mind and several times he had blacked out to go into his soul room, trying to open his door to get to Yami's only to find it locked. The aurors around him probably concluded his blackouts were due to his fear of the dementors, but it wasn't. He needed his Yami, his other half, because he was a drug.

When he was younger, he always felt part of himself had a hole, a space that no one else had. It made him feel different, like he should stand out and be noticed. He started to dye his hair, and wear leather to replace that feeling of fullness everyone seemed to have but him. It hadn't worked though he had become comfortable as he was and felt no need to change it.

As he found Yami, the space was filled and he felt complete. When the space came back, his soul knew what it had been missing before. It was like cocaine, one hit brings you to the brink and every time after that you try to bring back that first hit you had. Eventually your brain becomes used to the drug and feels starved without it.

He knew now what Yami Bakura was talking about, when he had warned Yami about their merging. How they were starting to bleed into one another, slowly mixing into something new. His mind couldn't function without the other with him, and that was making his soul go into withdrawal. Soon Yugi realized he might become like the others in Azkaban. Mad.

Yami . .

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Yami and the Bloody Baron floated in an empty classroom on the third corridor where students were not allowed to go. In the distance, Yami could swear he heard some type of barking noise but thought nothing of it. He had a far more interesting time talking with his House ghost than to go investigate as to why the hallway decided to bark. The two spirits have been speaking for hours and it was getting to the point where Yami was just finishing up how he came to this dimension.

"And you defeated this … mad man called Pegasus and came to here through the power of your shadow teacher?"

"Yes."

"Ah." The Baron smirked. "How interesting you are. You will of course, continue your education here at Hogwarts?"

Yami frowned. "Where else would I go?"

"Why, to Egypt of course!" The Baron patted Yami on the head. "You are their Pharaoh. If they shall learn of your return, I am sure they will want you to go to their schools."

"But I am not of this dimension."

"You are still Pharaoh."

Yami responded with a gasp of pain, hand jerking up to hold over his heart. His normally confident, blood red eyes were wide with pain and confusion. The Baron moved closer to him in order to check what was wrong and quickly backed away when he noticed the eye of Horus flashing on the Pharaoh's forehead. The eye continued to flicker as Yami stood up slowly, his eyes burning with an inner anger.

The Baron's hand rested over his sword sheath incase of any danger. "What is it?"

"Yugi." The Pharaoh's spirit suddenly gained a shadow as a dark look entered his eyes. "He's frightened and cold—haunted. Someone is hurting him!" With that said, Yami was completely engulfed by his shadow, only the eye of Horus could be seen as the poltergeist Pharaoh before the shadows dashed through the walls leaving the Bloody Baron to stare at the spot the Pharaoh once was.

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Legolas ducked into another outcropping as some students turned the corner and walked down the hall. He sighed and glared at the floor. How could that old man cancel classes in a time like this? What was the Headmaster thinking? He needed to find Master Draco and tell him what was going on. And that very soon they were going to have a very pissed off Dark Magician in their midst—his ears twitched when he heard his charges' voice floating down the hall as he cursed under his breath about Gryffindors. Legolas frowned, where was young Master Yugi?

He reached and grabbed Draco as he passed by the outcropping. The young man had his wand out in a flash pointing it at Legolas before he got a good look at him. He scowled, "Where have you been! I went to the House and you weren't there and you've been hiding in the wall?"

Legolas rolled his eyes and let go of his charge. "I have important news—Meioh is coming to Hogwarts to check up on his Master."

"What?" Draco's eyes widened then narrowed. "Why would he want to come see Yugi now?"

"Erm.." Legolas looked away innocently. "Might have to do with a little letter I was writing."

"You stupid elf! That's the last thing we need right now!" Draco tucked his wand away. "Yugi has been taken."

"What! When did this happen?"

"During Care of Magical Creatures the Minister came with aurors and arrested Yugi, charging him to go to Azkaban for stealing souls."

"He can't do that, he doesn't have the Eye—"

Draco turned to study Legolas. "Eye?"

"Nevermind, he can't do it. He wouldn't have the power to steal a soul like that. Is that why the classes for the day were canceled?"

"Yes," the Slytherin prince sneered. "The Minister wanted a feast to celebrate the capture of the 'criminal' who had caused such a fuss."

"Idiotic man, he thinks he knows everything. What of Yugi? Was he hurt during the arrest?"

"He was stunned unconscious. The only good thing I can think of is that the Puzzle hadn't gotten into the Minister's hands."

"It is not with him?"

"No, the Sphinx has it protected—"

"This is bad, Master." Legolas shivered and ran his hands over his arms. "The puzzle—if the Pharaoh and Yugi are separated for too long, I fear they will become damaged."

"What do you mean?"

"They were once truly one person—before the Shadow Games. After separated, they became pieces of one soul. Yugi's half has become used to be merged with Yami's half, it could be disastrous if the halves become separate again after all this time. I fear we may have more to worry about that Meioh learning of this arrest."

"Bloody hell!"

Both the elf and Slytherin jumped back from the wall when it became engulfed with shadows. They backed up onto the other side of the hall, Draco with his wand pointed at the shadows and Legolas with his sword out. Draco didn't even want to know where the hell the elf had managed to pull that out from. He was only wearing a pair of pants and a shirt.

Out of the Shadows flew the Pharaoh, although only Legolas could see him with this crimson eyes blazing and the eye of Horus shining brilliantly with power. He shivered, the power crawled onto his skin and he could feel the silky smoothness of the Shadow power in the air. Slowly he made his sword disappear and put his hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco jumped and looked at Legolas and saw him staring at the space in front of them as if he could see what Draco himself couldn't. "What is it?" He hissed under his breath.

"The Pharaoh."

Draco raised an eyebrow as he lowered his wand, keeping it out in case it was a trick. "He's not in the puzzle? Shouldn't he be sucked back into it when Yugi isn't wearing it?"

"Not if he has managed to gain enough of his power back from the Shadow Realm to be able to form outside the puzzle.." Legolas kept his eyes on Yami, staring at him, noting the rage in is expression.

"Where. Is. My. Aibou?" Yami growled out.

Legolas swallowed heavily. And that's the scene Meioh walked in on as he appeared out of the shadow portal, dressed in his normal relaxed attire since he had become a Shadow teacher.

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The doors of the Great Hall smashed open half an hour later and a furious man stomped in just as the feast was about to begin.

"Where is my charge?  Where is Master Yugi?!" The poor man, with an unfortunate taste for purple, pleaded to Cornelius Fudge, who preferred green himself.

"Your boy was sent to Azkaban for stealing people's souls."

Meioh looked between the minister and Dumbledore with a stricken look on his face, ignoring the children in the great hall behind him.  "Steal souls?  B-but Master Yugi can't do that!"

An auror spoke up, "That boy is a monster!"

"I'm afraid you don't understand the depth of your situation Meioh," Fudge tried to be consoling. "He's mad, multiple personalities, a danger to himself and as he as proven others." He turned his back on the purple robed man.  Dumbledore turned away shaking his head slightly, looking old.

Meioh stiffened, and the room as a whole gasped as one. "I'm afraid, Minister, that it is you who does not understand the depth of your situation." His voice sounded unnatural and all who had their backs turned slowly looked at where a man once stood.

The Dark Magician stood, staff pointed squarely at Fudge's throat, the gem glowing and pulsing softly with restrained power. "You will release my masters, or I will kill you."

"Who the hell are you?!  What are you!?"

"I, Minister, am a Monster.  And my only allegiance is to my masters, one of whom you will release from Azkaban. Master Yugi is pure and would never hurt a soul, you will release him and give him a trial and see for yourself."

"What are you waiting for?  Arrest him!  Hex him!  Protect me!"

Flashes and streams of light flew at him but the other merely jumped backwards, almost flying away.  He lifted his head to steady his helmet and sent small flashes of dark light at the aurors who were promptly knocked out. All the teachers and most of the students stood up at this, pointing their wands at him.

The dark magician only looked at them, "Do you know what the most wonderful thing about family is?  You can call them with only a little effort and they will always answer.  Ancestor, come forth, Dark Sage!"

A hole of blackness opened in the air and in that shadow there was a glimpse of...Yugi?  But what came from the hole was far more distracting. It looked as a cross between the monster and Dumbledore, sitting cross-legged in mid air.

"Ancestor, please protect me?  You swore yourself to the pharaoh long before I have."

"Of course..." The voice was old and rocky, but he held up a hand and light flashed as if off a bubble, again, in the juxtaposition of dark/light and true light Yugi was seen, more solid this time.

Draco didn't know what to do.  He couldn't give himself away, or Legolas!  He was barely trained too!  And, he wasn't a Gryffindor.  He had average courage, if not less, thank you very much.  But he looked around for help. It came from a most surprising corner.

"The monster is telling the truth you know." The Bloody Baron glided though the air, silver blood disturbing even the aurors, he stared at the Dark Magician, no, someplace next to him. "Any Ghost who looks hard enough can see the lost soul that made you call the boy mad.  Isn't that right Nicholas?"

The cranium separation impaired ghost floated closer, "I'm sorry boy, but I think you need our help with this, promises or no, which the Baron was kind enough to break for me."

"What the ruddy hells are you talking about?!" The aurors backed cautiously away from the soap bubble like shield.

"Hogwarts is playing host to a bonded poltergeist older than the castle itself."

"I'd say he's older than the forest."

Nick snorted at the Baron's one up. Typical Slytherin.

TBC

A/N: I've got to give a very special thanks to Nemi, one of my reviewers, who gave me that last scene to work with when I was looking for inspiration. Thanks for your help! Nemi has also inspired my muses for another story, although that one we're still working out. BUT! It is a POTC (Pirates of the Caribbean) / HP fanfic called "Fooling a Wise Man".