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/Yugi to Yami/
//Yami to Yugi//
|Ryou to Bakura|
||Bakura to Ryou||
(Malik to Marik)
((Marik to Malik))
New Game, New Rules Chapter IV Tattered, Old Headwear
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Night fell upon the Hogwart's Express's scarlet engine as it entered the platform at Hogsmeade. A sea of black robes and cloaks exited to trains, doing the best they could to keep dry as the rain pored down on them and lighting cracked above their heads. The usual carriages sat waiting to be filled, then when full, pulling away, to most students on there own account. Usual calling of the first years by Hagrid filled the air. Harry smiled at this, the feeling of completeness surged through him as he returned to his true home.
"Harry, Harry over here," a familiar female voice floated through the air. Harry turned around to find himself with a girl his age, his smile widening. "Oh Harry, Ron and I thought we lost you. How was your holiday?"
"Hermione!" Harry embraced his friend. "It's so good see you. Why didn't you come to stay with us at the Order? We sent so many letters to your house."
A blush rose upon her cheeks. "Sorry; I was visiting family in Wales. I never got your letters till about a week ago. I hope your aunt and uncle didn't get upset when I sent your birthday present by the muggle post."
"Any more than normal? No. At least it looked like a regular package. Though Uncle Vermon was too scared to keep me from it, after Moody threatened him."
"Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger! You guys can play catch up in carriage. I don't want to perform anymore healing spells today."
Three pairs of orbs rested on a figure that loomed in the doorway of a carriage directly behind them. Ron rolled is eyes while Hermione let a smile escape her lips before dragging the two sixteen-year-old teens into the old fashion stagecoach with her, plopping them on the red velvet seat across from her and Ginny.
"You know, they really should attach hoods to these cloaks," Hermione grumbled ringing her hair. "A body could catch pneumonia standing out in the rain like that"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Well, know one student who will be staying dry," she muttered under her breath.
"And who might that be?" asked Ron inquisitively, a devilish grin played on his face.
Ginny let out a snort. "Oh, one of the girl's who I shared my compartment with. Kaida. Kaida Micsuei. She's new. Kind of weird if you ask me; actually she was down right creepy."
"What did she look like?"
"No clue, she was hidden beneath the folds of a navy cloak and the hood shadowed her face. The only thing you could see were her yellow eyes, staring and calculating. And the way she carried herself, in that cold manor, like she was above you. Though at least she talked; the other girl was so loquacious," she said sarcastically. "She spent most of her time bent over scrolls, though she seemed really upset when I mention that Bill was a curse breaker in Egypt. Muttered something about Osiris and having pity on his soul. Odd name too, what type of person would name their kid Isis? "
"Mental if you ask me, the whole lot of them.," said Ron, "I sympathize with all of the other firsts. They seem like two feisty gals."
"Yes enjoy, they're in your year."
Ron nearly wet his pants. "Our year?! You've got to be kidding me! That makes a grand total of five new sixth years. All of them crazy!"
"All?! You mean there are more of them?" Hermione looked at him.
"Yeah, three boys shared our compartment."
"I wonder when where going to see them?"
"The Sorting, I 'spect. Though you really can't really miss them. One was short, really short; like 4' 6'—"
Harry was cut off by Ron mumbling, "But that's not counting his hair."
"—Not counting his hair. It adds about another foot to his height; jet black with a red outline and spiked up, and these yellow gravity-defying bangs. He's got these huge, purple eyes. Name's Yugi. The next could have been an albino if he didn't have brown eyes. He was dead pale with white hair that fell to his mid back. That's Ryou. The last wore so much gold jewelry. He had tan skin, blond hair I think he bleached and purple eyes. Malfoy think he's gay. The scary thing is that they all said their hair was natural, but it's obvious to see that it's a lie."
"Odd, really odd—"
"And that's not the half of it. I heard them talking to each other in low voices. They were talking about Voldemort— honestly Ron, get used to it— wondering how they were going to keep control of him at school and they seemed worried about staying in the ring; I think they're in his inner circle."
"WHAT?!" Three voices rang out as Harry finished the sentence, Ron's being the loudest, then adding, "But they're too young. They said they were sixteen. And I don't think that You-Know-Who is accepting wizards that are under aged."
"Unless their not under aged," chimed in Ginny. "They could easily be spies. I mean there has never been any late starters before."
"I think you guys are over reacting." Hermione's voice of reason sent the three voices into a quiet hush. "You're all forgetting one very important thing. Dumbledore is the one that invites the students, so I don't think he would let Deatheaters into the school."
Harry couldn't blame her for her logic. 'It just doesn't make sense though. The pieces don't fit together.' He smiled at her as the carriage pulled up to the castle. "Then why did he let Malfoy come?"
The discussion was quickly ended as the familiar oak doors of edifice, which Harry called home, were in front of them and the carriage came to a stop. Passing out of the doorway of the coach, the five of them gripped their cloaks tightly. Running against the wind, they entered the castle and Great Hall.
Like every other student in the Hall, Harry stripped off his drenched cloak and attempted to dry off his hair.
"Harry, theirs no way you can dry off your hair with that cloak. Here let me do it. Deleaquam[1]!" Two golden strands of light emerged from Hermione's wand, drying Harry's black locks and robes.
"Stop being such a show off." He paused for a moment before adding, "Where'd you learn that?"
"Really Ron, stop being a hypocrite. And if you actually looked at your spell books before you got here, you would have known that it could be found in chapter 5 of The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 6)."
"Well, not all of us have the time to read all of the books before classes," shot back Ron, then audibly mumbling, "Nor as obsessed with being a teacher's pet."
"What did you say!"
"You heard me!"
"I was hoping I heard differently, Ronald Weasley! I am not a teacher's pet. Just because I want to succeed, doesn't make me a teacher's pet."
"Sure" SLAP! "Hey what was that for!" Ron raised a hand to his cheek where Hermione had slapped him.
"For being a stupid—insolent—idiotic—BASTERED!"
"Well you're just a arrogant—fun-sucking—Bitch who is permanently PM—!"
Harry had to turn head away from his bickering friends to hide a smile he could not smother. The two of them fighting was a sight that told him everything was normal. As he casually glanced at teacher's table, and at the familiar faces, which he both welcomed and despised.
Professor Snape was there with his normal greasy hair and sour dispossession. To his right was the Arithmancy professor, Professor Victor. On the right of the professor was Professor Sprout, next sat tiny Professor Flickwit, then a witch who appeared in her early thirties with bleach blond hair. Harry assumed that she would be the new DADA teacher. Dumbledore sat in the middle of the table with the empty seat of the deputy Headmistress directly to his right. Harry continued to sweep is emerald orbs over the table at the Muggle Studies professor, the Astronomey professor, Kingsley Shackbolt, and Hagrid.
Harry did a double take, but sure enough, there sat the auror in charge of the search for Sirius Black and member of the Order of the Phoenix. Harry believed that he must be the DADA teacher, but then what did the new witch teach?
"Ron, I am going to take your di—"
The two teens interrupted by the word "GRIFFINDOR" echoed through the Great Hall as the final first year took a seat at their table.
"Thanks a lot Ron, we just missed the Sorting. Harry, you were watching, weren't you? What Houses were the foreigners put in?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "No clue, I didn't see them up on the stage."
Hermione looked at Ron. "Are you sure you didn't imagine them."
McGonagall grabbed the stool and hat and began to take it off the stage. Dumbledore stood up, raising his hands to quiet the student's buzzing and talking. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. There are times for speeches, but this is not the time. Now it is the time to eat. Let the feast be—"
Dumbledore was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing his or her throat, not unlike the sound that Umbrige would make while trying to get someone's attention. Harry whipped his head around, like every other student and teacher who had been at the school last year, praying that it wasn't her. His eyes lay upon a figure hidden in the shadows.
When the figure eventually spoke her voice was cold and harsh, completely empty of all emotion, except perhaps sarcasm. Raising her hands she slowly clapped; her mocking applause echoed through every corner of the room. "Bravo, bravo, though I am surprised. No offering of food, drink, or a welcome. Not even a proper introduction; I was expecting more protocol from one of the best schools of wizardry in the world, but clearly I was wrong."
Tension was thick in the air. No one, student or teacher alike, would expect a student, or anyone for that matter, to talk to the headmaster in that way, especially in times like this.
What surprised Harry even more was the professor's response, not of cold anger, but a warm smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes.
"Yes, I almost forgot, I must be getting Alzheimer's. I would like to welcome five students, who will be starting in the sixth year, despite the fact they have not had any magical education before. I would ask you all to make them feel comfortable as they try to catch up with all of you. So, without further ado, they will be Sorted. Professor McGonagall."
The professor brought back the hat and stool, setting them down on the dais, as Dumbledore handed her a small role of parchment. Unrolling it, she began to call out the names.
"Bakura, Ryou."
A thousand or so pairs of eyes turned to the entrance of the Hall, as a boy walked up the aisle. Hermione looked at him as he passed her. The black robe he was wearing seemed to contrast with his physical features. His snow- white hair sat against the back of his garment. His brown eyes looked strait ahead of him, focused on his destination. His normally pale face had a bit of color in it, as though he been running.
As he stepped up on to the stage and sitting upon the stool, McGonagall placed the Hat on his head.
"He's different," commented Hermione to Harry. "He almost looks like he could be Dumbledore's age if you saw him from a distance."
"Hermione, shut up! Some of us are trying to listen," growled Ron angrily, not taking his eyes off the boy, just like every other occupant in the Hall.
Minutes ticked away in the silent Hall, as students anxiously awaited the voice of the Sorting Hat, telling the school which house the new boy would be placed in.
Harry looked at the watch Lupin had given him for his birthday. That Hat had been Ryou's head for thirty minutes and counting. Only about a couple dozen students were still watching him. Most of them were looking at their plates hungrily, while a few had started games of Exploding Snap.
Finally McGonagall walked over to him to yank the Hat off his head, thinking that there had been some mistake, just as he had feared she would do to him when he was Sorted. As the Hat was just lifted off his head, it cried out "RAVENCLAW!"
As the boy's face reappeared, he blushed and hurried off to the Ravenclaw table.
"Ishtar, Isis."
A girl walked up between the rows of tables, her dark eyes darted around the Hall's occupants, with a small smirk playing on her tan face. Her black hair trailed down her back. Strands of her hair were wrapped with gold tubes, stopping at her shoulders and Harry noted a hint of gold was detected at her neck.
'Funny, she doesn't look anything like her brother, if they are related at all.'
The Hat sat on her head for a moment or two before shouting out, "GRIFFINDOR!" Isis left the platform and sat down next to Hermione. Reaching inside the pockets of her robe she brought out a ballpoint pen and a lengthy role of parchment and continued a letter in Arabic.
"Ishtar, Malik"
A blond walked up, a devilish grin plastered on his face, his lavender eyes flashing. His black robes could not hide large amount of gold jewelry he wore; the candles betrayed him. As Harry caught his eyes, he noticed the their kohl colored outlining which trailed down his cheeks. He was soon to agree with Malfoy for the first time in his life; the guy really looked like he was gay. Purple shirt, an assortment of gold jewelry, and makeup; it seemed to point that way.
The Hat was not even on his head, rather a foot above it, when called out "SLYTHERIN!" The boy just sat there for a moment with a glazed look over his eyes. Then he jumped up, fire in his lavender orbs, as he whipped around and started shouting at the Hat in a variety of languages.
"Baise tu, le chapeau,[2]" shouted Malik spitefully, before slowly dragging himself to the Slytherin.
"Micsuei, Kãda."
A girl walked forward quickly, her robe fanning out behind her. Most of her navy blue hair ventilated away from her back and flowed behind her, though some rested on her shoulders. Many of the male students could not take their eyes off of her tall slim figure, though anyone who was unlucky enough caught her eyes looked away quickly as her golden orbs bore into their own. Draped over her arm was a midnight colored traveling cloak. As she strolled pass Harry, he noticed the fine gold chain around her neck with an ankh pendent. On one of her fingers was a gold ring.
'The girl that ran into me,' thought Harry, connecting the dots.
Hermione interrupted his thoughts. "She's such a slut; look how short her skirt is!"
Harry had to agree with her; most girls' skirts fell to their knees, while hers, on the other hand, stopped at her mid-calf.
She faced the professor as she was given the Hat and spoke with her icy voice, "Thank you. And for future reference, my name is pronounced: Kaida. The first "a" is silent and the "i" is long."
Sitting on the seat, she placed the hat on her head and waited for about a minute for the Hat to deliberate. "SLYTHERIN!"
The applause she got was quite loud, which included whistling from most of the boys in the house of Slytherin. All was silent as she sent the student body one of her emotionless, hostile glares. As she left the dais, every male in her house made room for her next to him, though she ignored each one of them. Walking to the back of the Hall, she sat at the end of the table, just daring them to come and sit near her.
"Motou, Yugi."
The boy, which walked up towards the professor, looked more like a first year than someone at the age of sixteen. His hair was spiked up so it was about a foot tall, mostly black, but had a crimson outline and blond, gravity-defying bangs. His large, amethyst held a look of innocence, as though he had been protected from the world. A gold inverted pyramid hung by a chain was around his throat. If a person looked closer they would notice a hint of gold from his left ear; a sparkling earring. Beneath his robes were two leather buckles were wrapped at his throat, the silver fastenings of them glittering in the light shed by the floating candles.
Yugi placed the Hat upon his head with great difficulty. The Hat shouted out "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The boy's smiling face appeared once again and went to go and sit at his respective House.
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Kaida flipped her hood up as she exited the carriage, following Isis, Yugi, Ryou, and Malik. The second her two feet touched the ground the door slammed shut and sped off back towards the village.
"Well, I see we're not the only ones in a hurry to get out of this storm," commented Kaida dryly as the thunder crashed overhead.
Students ran from their coaches to the large oak doors that granted entrance to the castle, black cloaks whirling behind them. Following the crowd, the foreigners filed through the castle entrance into a large foyer. Yugi left the door open, expecting more students to be advancing; but the paths were empty, most pupils filing through a door on their left. Investigating, Yugi stuck his head into the Hall.
Taking it out, he motioned to the others. "A hat just finished singing a song and now the first years are a being called out and the hat is things out."
Kaida rolled her eye. "Probably which House those midgets are in."
"I resent that."
"And I should care why?" she paused for a moment, before continuing. "I'm just going to wait at the end the Hall and watch. I'd like to see if they realize that we're here or not."
Slipping in silently, she hid herself in the shadows, followed closely by the other. Together, they watched the witch calling out the names, studying her thin lips and pulled back hair. As Zeller, Shannon was placed into Griffendor, she rolled up her parchment and slide it into the folds of her violet robes. Grabbing the stool in one hand and the talking hat in the other, she exited to a chamber on the right.
"Oh that's wonderful," said Kaida dully, arms crossed. "Do they even know we're here or care at that matter?"
An elderly man arose from a large throne-like chair in the center of the table on the dais. His white beard could be tucking into the sash of his emerald robes. His sparkling blue eyes looking over his half moon spectacles, which rested on his crocked nose. As his hands rose into the air, a hush fell over student body, as he began to speak
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. There are times for speeches, but this is not the time. Now it is the time to eat. Let the feast be—"
'Ok, this is way out of hand.' Leaving the others in the shadows, Kaida stepped into view of the Hall's occupants. With her arms still crossed, she cleared her throat. "Hem hem."
The people in the Hall turned and stared at her, which caused her to smirk. How wonderful to actually realize she was there. After every pair of eyes rested on her cloaked figure, she uncrossed her arms and gave the man a mocking applause.
"Bravo, bravo, though I am surprised. No offering of food, drink, or a welcome. Not even a proper introduction; I was expecting more protocol from one of the best schools of wizardry in the world, but clearly I was wrong."
Kaida smiled inwardly as every student and faculty member drew in a breath; the uneasiness in the air was so thick she could taste it. The only person who was still smiling was the sensei who she had interrupted.
"Yes, I almost forgot, I must be getting Alzheimer's. I would like to welcome five students, who will be starting in the sixth year, despite the fact they have not had any magical education before. I would ask you all to make them feel comfortable as they try to catch up with all of you. So, without further ado, they will be Sorted. Professor McGonagall."
The witch, whom she assumed was McGonagall-sensei, soon returned with the Hat and stool she had brought away less then ten minutes previous. As she accepted the small piece of parchment from the older man, Kaida glided back into the shadows and undid the fastening to her cloak, draping it over her arm.
"Well, he knows we're here."
"Still, you were quite tactless."
"Well, I don't live to be placid to everyone I meet."
"Bakura, Ryou."
The pale boy left the other foreigners to walk towards the professor. As he got closer to the dais, a blush crawled upon his cheeks as he felt the student's eyes on him. As he sat on the stool, a raspy voice sounded through his mind.
||Ryou, I have a strange suspicion that that Hat can read minds. What ever you do, don't let him in. Keep your mental defenses up.||
Before he could question the tomb robber that shared his body, the world went black, and he felt something probing his mind. Immediately the mental defenses Bakura had taught him went up. He smiled inwardly, making a mental note to thank Bakura-chan for the hours he had forced him to master these painful exercises.
He felt the Hat prodding at his wall trying to penetrate it, but with no luck. The minutes ticked as the Hat kept attacking his barrier. Finally, he felt it lifted off his head. Unfortunately, he let his defenses down a moment. As the weight of the cloth was relived from his head, he hear a voice in his mind; one that did not belong to his alter ego.
'What a mind you have young one. Only a few students I have Sorted in my thousands of years of service have been able to block me out. Not even the great founder, Ravenclaw could do this. ' "RAVENCLAW!"
The last word was shout out for the occupants of the Hall to hear. Smiling a shy smile, he left the stage and sat with the other student's in his House. 7 "Ishtar, Isis."
"That's me. So long. And Malik, don't try anything, 'cause I will know about it."
With a sweeping momentum, she left Yugi, Kaida, and her brother in the shadows as she entered the students' gazes. As she past Ryou, he heard her whisper something to her, a warning he whispered to each of his friends as they walked through the parted black waves.
"Isis, whatever you do, don't put mental defenses up. You'll just be there forever."
She sent him one of her kind smiles and nodded her head in recognition, giving him a silent thanks. As the Hat was placed on her head, a voice spoke into her ear.
'Isis Ishtar, hhhmm. Quite a brain you have though more courage then you let people know and a will to prove it. Where to put you though, Ravenclaw or Griffendor? You have no desire to boast your knowledge, However.' "GRIFFENDOR!"
Isis pulled out a piece of parchment from one of the pockets that hid in the billows of her robe as well as a ballpoint pen. She gave the bushy- haired girl who sat next to her a quick glance before continuing her letter to Rishad.
"Ishtar, Malik."
Malik ran a hand through his already messy blond hair, giving it a casual yet elegant look. Sending a smirk towards Kaida and Yugi, he walked up to the professor. He didn't mind the looks the students gave him, but their conversations were starting to tick him off.
"Look at him, he's so cute with his purple eyes, blond hair, tan, and those awesome muscles he has."
"They can't be real, no one alive can have natural purple eyes. And he probably bleached his hair and went tanning or something."
"I hear he's gay."
"No!"
"Well, look; he's tanner than any girl I know, blond, blond hair, and he's wearing eye liner."
Malik gritted his teeth, doing his best to keep his temper. The Hat was only a foot above his head when it declared he was in Slytherin.
(Marik, what did you do?)
((Nothing, hikari dear))
Malik felt his blood begin to boil at his yam's comments. (DO. NOT. CALL. ME. HIKARI. DEAR. And I know you did something; why would I be put in a House where the evil kids are?)
((Maybe cause you're evil?))
Malik sent his darkness a mental growl, before turning on the Hat, shouting out every curse and swear he knew in Arabic, Japanese, French, Egyptian, Latin, and Greek.
"Baise tu, le chapeau,[2]"
Resentfully he went to sit at his designated table, but not before receiving shocked and disapproving glances from both his sister and Ryou, who knew some or all of the languages he just cursed in.
McGonagall-sensei stared at him for a moment before continuing.
"Micsuei, Kãda."
In the shadows, Kaida gritted her teeth. "Kaida, Kaida you backayaro. [3]"
As her figure came into view, she noticed the whole room take a breath. Many of the guys eyed her slim figure, though the few that did fall into her golden glance, coward away into their corner. Her pace was quick, which allowed both her hair and robe to flow out behind her, in an intimidating sort of manor.
She looked McGonagall-sensei directly in the eye as she took the Hat out of her fingers. She permitted a certain coldness flow through her words as she addressed the woman in front of her.
"Thank you. And for future reference, my name is pronounced: Kaida. The first "a" is silent and the "i" is long."
Sitting upon the stool, she unceremoniously placed the Hat upon her head, engulfing her world in blackness.
'Well, well, what do we have here, Miss Micsuei?'
'Shut up!'
'A bit of an attitude problem, but no matter. You hold much power in you.'
'I said shut it.'
'Temper, temper. You are quite easy to place' "SYTHERIN!"
Kaida did not approve of the hoots and whistles from her now fellow Housemates. She let a smirk play on her face as a wave of coldness was transmitted from her eyes, freezing over the commotion of the Hall. Slowly she drifted over to the end of the table, ignoring many pleading looks of boys who wished her to sit near them. As she gracefully took her seat, the males who were inching towards her backed away, her eyes daring them to come closer.
Yugi was alone in the shadows, when his name was called by McGonagall- sensei, though he would have preferred to stay in the darkness; for once he stepped into the sight of the students, they all stared at him.
Their eyes widened at the sight of his tri-colored, gravity defying hair and large, innocent looking amethyst orbs. Though his eyes would come in handy later; who would expect him to be housing powerful magic by when they saw the innocence in his gaze. A few first years pointed at him; their reason, he did not know, his hair, height, eyes, the puzzle, or perhaps the earring his left ear now sported.
/Yami?/
//Yes Yugi?//
/Don't take offence at anything, but do you think you could lock yourself in the maze in your soul room while I'm being Sorted. So the Hat only looks into my mind?/
Yami sent his hikari a mental reassuring smile. //Of course, aboiu. I shall stay out of your thoughts.// He let out a mental chuckle. //Though I don't know how I'll be lost in there.//
Yugi smile at his yami's humor, but deep down he felt as if a great weight lifted off his chest as the Hat obstructed his vision of the Hall.
'So you are Yugi Mouto. You possess a lot of courage, though you are humble about your abilities and loyal to whom you are. You are an odd one; not wanting many to know of your inclination. Yugi, you are a kindred spirit and would do well in any House other than Sytherin.' "HUFFLEPUFF."
The world reappeared to him as shuffled over to the table of the Badger.
Dumbledore-sensei rose once more, his azure gaze bringing light to every corner of the room. Smiling he addressed the students. "Now are there any other late starts or first years that need to be Sorted." Silence. "Well in that case, the feast will now commence."
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Malik's eyes widened as the golden plates filled with food. Taking as much as he could, he began to pig out when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning to his right, he found himself face to face with a girl with a face like a pug, who was practically sitting on the lap of the blond boy who he had caused to lose his mind earlier on the train. He mentally shuttered at the sight of it. She gave him a grin before beginning to talk.
"So your Malik, huh?" she asked him while twirling a piece of her hair with her finger. Perhaps it was the way she said it, but she seemed a little ditzy and a major slut.
'And people thought Téa was bad.'
"Well, Ma-lik, I'm Pansy and this here is Draco." As she said Draco's name, she let out a little squeal. "Anyway, we'd like to welcome you to Slytherin."
Malik tried his best not to puck from the, well the sick actions of his fellow housemate as he stared at his plate and mumbled, "Thanks."
He felt another tap on his should. Taking his eyes off the gold dish that lay in front of him, he turned his head slightly, his eyes now taking residence on the pug like girl they had left not even a minute earlier. "What?"
The girl wiggled her shoulders and admitted a small giggle. "Can I ask you a question?"
Malik rolled his eyes. "You just did."
Pansy let out an annoyed sigh. "Oh, so can I ask you another one?"
"You just did."
A cheep was released from her overly made-up lips. "Will you take me seriously enough to let me ask a QUESTION!?"
Malik had to fight back the urge to say no, but settled with a husky chuckle and a flash of his lavender orbs, making many of the females around him erupt in fits of giggles and sighs. "You just did."
This last comment seemed to bring her rope's end, as she turned her pouting face over to her practically her cushion. "Draco, make him stop!"
The blond grinned before whispering something in her ear. Her eyes widened and her whole face lit up when he finished speaking.
"Ok, Mr. Wise Guy," she said crossing her arms and speaking in a "serious" way, though Malik hardly considered giggling serious. "Can I ask you two questions?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "You've already asked me four, what's one more going to do?"
"Well, are you gay?"
Malik spit out the pumpkin juice. "NANI!?!!?"
The girl gave him a funny look before explaining her point. "Well, I mean, you have bleach blond hair, look like you went tanning or something, wear eyeliner and more gold jewelry than most girls, and Draco here says he saw you in a purple shirt. It's where all of the clues point to."
"Honto da? [4]" he muttered under his breath, doing his best to subdue the rage bubbling in his body. "Well, for information, my hair is natural, my jewelry and eyewear are remnants of a heritage quickly from the face of the earth, and the pigments of my skin are due to the evolution of my ancient ancestors to protect them from the scorching, Egyptian sun."
Pansy wore a perplex look across her pug-like face. "Huh?" She then quickly tried cover up her bafflement. "I still don't believe you."
"Well, you're just thickheaded then, because I am not a homosexual," said Malik in a dangerously soft voice.
It took Pansy a moment to recover from chilling tone of his pervious statement, but volleyed a childish response. "Yeah right."
The Egyptian studied the girl in front of him, his distant, like that of amethysts set into a pair of outrageously priced earrings, causing the girl in front of him to quake in fear as he leaned closer to her face.
"Is that so," he chuckled, "Is that so?"
He quickly pushed his lips against her own, giving them a long, hard kiss. The sight of them caused many people to stare as well as many girls to let out gasps, thinking he had already chosen a girlfriend. Then as suddenly as he had kissed her, he pulled back with a disgusted look on his face, not unlike that of one after eating a lemon or other sour cuisine.
He instantaneously grabbed his goblet of pumpkin juice, swirling it around in his mouth, then spit it out. "That was the single most revolting thing I have ever done in my life."
"So that just proves that you're gay, otherwise you would have no problem kissing a girl," said drawling voice of Draco Malfoy.
"So the albino has finally decided to grace us with his voice, aren't we lucky," uttered Malik sarcastically. "What have we done to earn such a honor. Well, your majesty, I have no problem kissing a girl, but kissing a whore is where I cross the line, especially one so vile."
A slight tinge of color crawled across his face. "Ishtar, my girlfriend is not a whore."
"Really, could have fooled me. Though you seem like the person who would date one."
"Are implying something?"
"And if I am, what are you going to do about it?"
"You think you're so smart, Ishtar, but you're nothing compared to me. I don't know what you did to the Hat, but you were placed wrong. I don't know what made it taint our Pure House with dirty blood, muggle?"
"Dirty blood?" Malik's voice was dangerously soft as he fought an inner battle between his alter ego.
"Yes, mudblood, this House has been the home of pure bloods since the day it was erected. Your common blood doesn't belong with those whose families have practiced magic for centuries, nor do you!"
After a final word to his other self, the blond looked at the so-called pure blood, a cocky look plastered onto his face. When his voice left the sanctuary of his mouth, it was dead calm, but projected a source of power that no one could ignore. "How far can you trace back the roots of your magical ancestors?"
Malik watched the boy try to match the cocky smirk with one of his own, 'And failing miserably,' he added to himself.
"My family's roots have been nourished by the river of magic since the Middle Ages."
The Egyptian allowed his smirk to become more apparent. "The Middle Ages, I see. So that about the 13th century, am I right?" Malik paused for a moment, letting his statements sink in before he continued. "Since this House accepts only pure bloods, as you say, then I have even more right to be here than you.
"Your family has been practicing magic for a good eight hundred years, which would be impressive, if I didn't know better. But you see, magic in my family can be traced back 5000 years, back to the sands of Egypt, where my ancestors served as priests and priestesses for the living god; for twelve dynasties."
He let his words lay there, silently thanking Ra for having to learn his entire family tree. Grabbing his plate he stood up to leave, speaking only two audible words, "Sayonara, mudblood."
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Isis silently proceeded writing her letter to Rishad, ignoring the food that appeared on her left and right, as well as the sounds her fellow students eating and reminiscing on the past break.
She felt no intrest in joining any of the conversations, whether it one about the past vacation between a red-head and black-hair boy and bushy- haired girl or two girls giggling quietly about a new class they were taking this year.
"Hey, you related to Malik Ishtar?"
Isis looked up from her letter before answering the question of the redheaded boy. "Yes, he is my younger brother."
"Really," said a black haired boy. "You look nothing like him."
"No I don't," she responded nonchalantly, then turning back to the letter she needed to send out by tonight, though she soon realized her new acquaintances were continuing to be persistent.
"Aren't you going to eat anything?"
Isis took a deep breath before responding, "Not right now, it is imperative that I finish this tonight."
"The term hasn't even started," exclaimed the redhead. "Don't tell me you're going to the library after this. One Hermione is bad enough."
"Ron! Are you trying to start something again?" said the bushy haired girl she assumed was Hermione. The girl turned her attention away from the boy. "You'll have to excuse him. I'm Hermione Granger, that's Harry Potter, and this bastard over here is Ronald Weasley."
"Greetings."
"I don't mean to be rude, but why are you writing something right now? And is that is that Arabic?"
Isis dark eyes gazed at the bewildered girl. "Yes, it is in Arabic since that is my native language and the one y step-brother is most fluent in. It is only natural that I would have written him a letter in the tongue he best understands."
"You mean you live in the Middle East? It's no wonder you would want to get away, what with the violence taking place."
She looked at the girl for a moment, then continued to correct her. "It is not wise to assume things about people and even more foolish to voice those assumptions. I take up residence in Cairo, Egypt."
"Egypt!" spoke Ron suddenly and vehemently. "My brother used to work there."
She smiled, deciding to create some unease in the boy. "That would be Bill, right. Raiding the tombs of those put to rest; no more than a common thief in my judgement."
"H-how do you k-know that?" asked Ron.
Isis smirked at know results of her prank, but was slightly surprised it worked. "Ron, do you suffer from short-term memory loss? Your sister Ginny told you about it in the carriage ride to the castle."
It was easy to see that Ron was more than uneasy with the whole situation, but that last comment seemed to push him off the edge of the deep end. "W- what....h-how....?"
"I have my sources," she smiled answering his unasked question, as her Millennium Necklace glowed ever so slightly.
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Justin Finch-Fletchley watched the new boy eating the pasta that was on his plate.
"Well, what do you think, Justin?" asked his fellow Housemate, Ernie Macmillan.
"He's different," whispered Justin.
"Different is putting it lightly; look at his hair. I've never seen hair like that in the magical or muggle world. What sort of charm did he put on it."
"Well, actually, it's natural." An unknown voice interrupted Ernie's train of though. Both boys looked up at a pair of amethyst orbs.
"What?"
"My hair, it's natural," said the boy smiling. "Though I have to admit, it is rather unusual, even by Japan's standers."
Justin couldn't but help blinking in confusion. Why the boy was talking about Japan's standers, of all places?"
The tri haired boy seemed to see the source of his confusion. "I'm not originally from England. I live in Domino City, Japan."
"You came half way across the globe to go to school?" asked Ernie in disbelief.
"Well, I got the letter and figured why not. It's just the next step in a game I'd like to call life. Why I am here, I don't know. But the nature of this game seem to coincide with that of a puzzle." The boy's eyes glazed over for a second, causing Justin to snap his fingers in front of the boy's face, which resulted in a jolt. "Sorry, I kinda get caught up in my thoughts like that from time to time. I'm Yugi Mouto."
"Justin Finch-Fletchly."
"Ernie Macmillan."
An uncomfortable silence filled the air, before Ernie sliced through it with a question. "What do you do for fun, Yugi."
He smiled. "I'm a gamer. I'll any game I can find and take part in every competition I can. I'm called...." he paused for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not to disclose the information he was about to reveal. "I'm called a Champion Gamer by some since I've never subconsciously lost any game I've participated in."
He let the statement lay as it was.
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"Natte ichke?! [5]" Kaida's exclamatory question rang through ears of students surrounding her, earning her confused glares from the others. She let a sigh escape from the capacity of her chest. "What is this?"
"Lamb shish kabobs," answered a near by boy nervously.
Kaida rolled her eyes. "I know that, baka. It was a rhetorical question."
After surveying the dishes surrounding her, she reached for a bowl of white rice and piled it on her plate, then stared at the utensils on either side of the plate, doing her best to eat with them.
"You hold a fork like this," said the same boy quietly, demonstrating with his own silverware.
"You know I didn't ask for your help, nor is it needed," she snapped at him.
"Sorry," mumbled the boy.
Kaida grabbed two bamboo skewers and slid the meat off their wooden shafts. Taking the two sticks, she preceded to ingest the rice on her plate, using them as chopsticks.
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Professor Dumbledore swept a gaze over the Great Hall, and taking note that most of the students were finished with their meals, he rose from his chair and the Hall came to a hush.
"As I said earlier this evening, there are times for speeches, and now is one of them. I remind all first years, our late starters, and those few students who enjoy certain thrills, the Forbidden Forest is off limits. Our caretaker, Mr. Filch, would kindly like to remind you that no magic is permitted in the corridors, as well Fizzing Whizbes, Doung Bombs, Shrieking Yo-Yo, and other items. For the full list of four hundred and thirty-five objects, I would ask you to direct your attention to his office door on the third floor."
The headmaster paused for a moment, waiting for the buzz of the student body to cease. "Quidditch try-outs will commences in three weeks. Anyone who wishes to play for their House team are to see the Head of their House for more details.
"As you can all see, we have two new staff members with us this year. The first of which is Professor Shackbolt, who has kindly stepped in to teach our Defense Against the Dark Arts classes."
A round of applause filled the are as Professor Shackbolt stood up.
"Also, our History of Magic professor, Professor Binns, who has been with us for the past seventy-three years, has been offered a post on the International Consul of Ghosts and Spirits, which he has accepted. Teaching History of Magic in his place will be Professor Williams, as well as a few Ancient Ruins classes."
The blond witch stood up and smiled at the students. After she sat back down, Professor Dumbledore raised his hand, ensuring silence. "My final start-of-the-term announcement is on a more serious note. All students are to be in their dormitories by 9:30, where they are to stay till 6:30 the next day," he added quickly. "Any student caught breaking the curfew will receive two weeks of detention and loss one hundred House points.
"Now I believe this speech has gone on long enough, so I say this feast is adjourn. Prefects, please lead your Houses to their dormitories." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
[1] Drying spell: derived from the Latin words deleo, I erase and aqua, water.
[2] I'm not telling you what it means. Its French, go look it at altavesa or something.
[3] Japanese meaning stupid/idiotic bitch/bastard
[4] Japanese meaning really
[5] Japanese meaning What is this crap?! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Whew, done. I'm sorry it took so long, but I really liked this chapter. I edited it about seven times. Well review, you know I love them. I humbly request that you all go and read my other story, New Beginnings, pretty please.
Probably all of the Yugi fans are going to come after me with destructive weapons since I placed him in Hufflepuff. I figured I would spice things up a bit. Besides, Yugi does hold many qualities of Hufflepuffs. I have two words for every Yugi fan out there; Plot Development. I got to run.
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/Yugi to Yami/
//Yami to Yugi//
|Ryou to Bakura|
||Bakura to Ryou||
(Malik to Marik)
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New Game, New Rules Chapter IV Tattered, Old Headwear
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Night fell upon the Hogwart's Express's scarlet engine as it entered the platform at Hogsmeade. A sea of black robes and cloaks exited to trains, doing the best they could to keep dry as the rain pored down on them and lighting cracked above their heads. The usual carriages sat waiting to be filled, then when full, pulling away, to most students on there own account. Usual calling of the first years by Hagrid filled the air. Harry smiled at this, the feeling of completeness surged through him as he returned to his true home.
"Harry, Harry over here," a familiar female voice floated through the air. Harry turned around to find himself with a girl his age, his smile widening. "Oh Harry, Ron and I thought we lost you. How was your holiday?"
"Hermione!" Harry embraced his friend. "It's so good see you. Why didn't you come to stay with us at the Order? We sent so many letters to your house."
A blush rose upon her cheeks. "Sorry; I was visiting family in Wales. I never got your letters till about a week ago. I hope your aunt and uncle didn't get upset when I sent your birthday present by the muggle post."
"Any more than normal? No. At least it looked like a regular package. Though Uncle Vermon was too scared to keep me from it, after Moody threatened him."
"Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger! You guys can play catch up in carriage. I don't want to perform anymore healing spells today."
Three pairs of orbs rested on a figure that loomed in the doorway of a carriage directly behind them. Ron rolled is eyes while Hermione let a smile escape her lips before dragging the two sixteen-year-old teens into the old fashion stagecoach with her, plopping them on the red velvet seat across from her and Ginny.
"You know, they really should attach hoods to these cloaks," Hermione grumbled ringing her hair. "A body could catch pneumonia standing out in the rain like that"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Well, know one student who will be staying dry," she muttered under her breath.
"And who might that be?" asked Ron inquisitively, a devilish grin played on his face.
Ginny let out a snort. "Oh, one of the girl's who I shared my compartment with. Kaida. Kaida Micsuei. She's new. Kind of weird if you ask me; actually she was down right creepy."
"What did she look like?"
"No clue, she was hidden beneath the folds of a navy cloak and the hood shadowed her face. The only thing you could see were her yellow eyes, staring and calculating. And the way she carried herself, in that cold manor, like she was above you. Though at least she talked; the other girl was so loquacious," she said sarcastically. "She spent most of her time bent over scrolls, though she seemed really upset when I mention that Bill was a curse breaker in Egypt. Muttered something about Osiris and having pity on his soul. Odd name too, what type of person would name their kid Isis? "
"Mental if you ask me, the whole lot of them.," said Ron, "I sympathize with all of the other firsts. They seem like two feisty gals."
"Yes enjoy, they're in your year."
Ron nearly wet his pants. "Our year?! You've got to be kidding me! That makes a grand total of five new sixth years. All of them crazy!"
"All?! You mean there are more of them?" Hermione looked at him.
"Yeah, three boys shared our compartment."
"I wonder when where going to see them?"
"The Sorting, I 'spect. Though you really can't really miss them. One was short, really short; like 4' 6'—"
Harry was cut off by Ron mumbling, "But that's not counting his hair."
"—Not counting his hair. It adds about another foot to his height; jet black with a red outline and spiked up, and these yellow gravity-defying bangs. He's got these huge, purple eyes. Name's Yugi. The next could have been an albino if he didn't have brown eyes. He was dead pale with white hair that fell to his mid back. That's Ryou. The last wore so much gold jewelry. He had tan skin, blond hair I think he bleached and purple eyes. Malfoy think he's gay. The scary thing is that they all said their hair was natural, but it's obvious to see that it's a lie."
"Odd, really odd—"
"And that's not the half of it. I heard them talking to each other in low voices. They were talking about Voldemort— honestly Ron, get used to it— wondering how they were going to keep control of him at school and they seemed worried about staying in the ring; I think they're in his inner circle."
"WHAT?!" Three voices rang out as Harry finished the sentence, Ron's being the loudest, then adding, "But they're too young. They said they were sixteen. And I don't think that You-Know-Who is accepting wizards that are under aged."
"Unless their not under aged," chimed in Ginny. "They could easily be spies. I mean there has never been any late starters before."
"I think you guys are over reacting." Hermione's voice of reason sent the three voices into a quiet hush. "You're all forgetting one very important thing. Dumbledore is the one that invites the students, so I don't think he would let Deatheaters into the school."
Harry couldn't blame her for her logic. 'It just doesn't make sense though. The pieces don't fit together.' He smiled at her as the carriage pulled up to the castle. "Then why did he let Malfoy come?"
The discussion was quickly ended as the familiar oak doors of edifice, which Harry called home, were in front of them and the carriage came to a stop. Passing out of the doorway of the coach, the five of them gripped their cloaks tightly. Running against the wind, they entered the castle and Great Hall.
Like every other student in the Hall, Harry stripped off his drenched cloak and attempted to dry off his hair.
"Harry, theirs no way you can dry off your hair with that cloak. Here let me do it. Deleaquam[1]!" Two golden strands of light emerged from Hermione's wand, drying Harry's black locks and robes.
"Stop being such a show off." He paused for a moment before adding, "Where'd you learn that?"
"Really Ron, stop being a hypocrite. And if you actually looked at your spell books before you got here, you would have known that it could be found in chapter 5 of The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 6)."
"Well, not all of us have the time to read all of the books before classes," shot back Ron, then audibly mumbling, "Nor as obsessed with being a teacher's pet."
"What did you say!"
"You heard me!"
"I was hoping I heard differently, Ronald Weasley! I am not a teacher's pet. Just because I want to succeed, doesn't make me a teacher's pet."
"Sure" SLAP! "Hey what was that for!" Ron raised a hand to his cheek where Hermione had slapped him.
"For being a stupid—insolent—idiotic—BASTERED!"
"Well you're just a arrogant—fun-sucking—Bitch who is permanently PM—!"
Harry had to turn head away from his bickering friends to hide a smile he could not smother. The two of them fighting was a sight that told him everything was normal. As he casually glanced at teacher's table, and at the familiar faces, which he both welcomed and despised.
Professor Snape was there with his normal greasy hair and sour dispossession. To his right was the Arithmancy professor, Professor Victor. On the right of the professor was Professor Sprout, next sat tiny Professor Flickwit, then a witch who appeared in her early thirties with bleach blond hair. Harry assumed that she would be the new DADA teacher. Dumbledore sat in the middle of the table with the empty seat of the deputy Headmistress directly to his right. Harry continued to sweep is emerald orbs over the table at the Muggle Studies professor, the Astronomey professor, Kingsley Shackbolt, and Hagrid.
Harry did a double take, but sure enough, there sat the auror in charge of the search for Sirius Black and member of the Order of the Phoenix. Harry believed that he must be the DADA teacher, but then what did the new witch teach?
"Ron, I am going to take your di—"
The two teens interrupted by the word "GRIFFINDOR" echoed through the Great Hall as the final first year took a seat at their table.
"Thanks a lot Ron, we just missed the Sorting. Harry, you were watching, weren't you? What Houses were the foreigners put in?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "No clue, I didn't see them up on the stage."
Hermione looked at Ron. "Are you sure you didn't imagine them."
McGonagall grabbed the stool and hat and began to take it off the stage. Dumbledore stood up, raising his hands to quiet the student's buzzing and talking. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. There are times for speeches, but this is not the time. Now it is the time to eat. Let the feast be—"
Dumbledore was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing his or her throat, not unlike the sound that Umbrige would make while trying to get someone's attention. Harry whipped his head around, like every other student and teacher who had been at the school last year, praying that it wasn't her. His eyes lay upon a figure hidden in the shadows.
When the figure eventually spoke her voice was cold and harsh, completely empty of all emotion, except perhaps sarcasm. Raising her hands she slowly clapped; her mocking applause echoed through every corner of the room. "Bravo, bravo, though I am surprised. No offering of food, drink, or a welcome. Not even a proper introduction; I was expecting more protocol from one of the best schools of wizardry in the world, but clearly I was wrong."
Tension was thick in the air. No one, student or teacher alike, would expect a student, or anyone for that matter, to talk to the headmaster in that way, especially in times like this.
What surprised Harry even more was the professor's response, not of cold anger, but a warm smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes.
"Yes, I almost forgot, I must be getting Alzheimer's. I would like to welcome five students, who will be starting in the sixth year, despite the fact they have not had any magical education before. I would ask you all to make them feel comfortable as they try to catch up with all of you. So, without further ado, they will be Sorted. Professor McGonagall."
The professor brought back the hat and stool, setting them down on the dais, as Dumbledore handed her a small role of parchment. Unrolling it, she began to call out the names.
"Bakura, Ryou."
A thousand or so pairs of eyes turned to the entrance of the Hall, as a boy walked up the aisle. Hermione looked at him as he passed her. The black robe he was wearing seemed to contrast with his physical features. His snow- white hair sat against the back of his garment. His brown eyes looked strait ahead of him, focused on his destination. His normally pale face had a bit of color in it, as though he been running.
As he stepped up on to the stage and sitting upon the stool, McGonagall placed the Hat on his head.
"He's different," commented Hermione to Harry. "He almost looks like he could be Dumbledore's age if you saw him from a distance."
"Hermione, shut up! Some of us are trying to listen," growled Ron angrily, not taking his eyes off the boy, just like every other occupant in the Hall.
Minutes ticked away in the silent Hall, as students anxiously awaited the voice of the Sorting Hat, telling the school which house the new boy would be placed in.
Harry looked at the watch Lupin had given him for his birthday. That Hat had been Ryou's head for thirty minutes and counting. Only about a couple dozen students were still watching him. Most of them were looking at their plates hungrily, while a few had started games of Exploding Snap.
Finally McGonagall walked over to him to yank the Hat off his head, thinking that there had been some mistake, just as he had feared she would do to him when he was Sorted. As the Hat was just lifted off his head, it cried out "RAVENCLAW!"
As the boy's face reappeared, he blushed and hurried off to the Ravenclaw table.
"Ishtar, Isis."
A girl walked up between the rows of tables, her dark eyes darted around the Hall's occupants, with a small smirk playing on her tan face. Her black hair trailed down her back. Strands of her hair were wrapped with gold tubes, stopping at her shoulders and Harry noted a hint of gold was detected at her neck.
'Funny, she doesn't look anything like her brother, if they are related at all.'
The Hat sat on her head for a moment or two before shouting out, "GRIFFINDOR!" Isis left the platform and sat down next to Hermione. Reaching inside the pockets of her robe she brought out a ballpoint pen and a lengthy role of parchment and continued a letter in Arabic.
"Ishtar, Malik"
A blond walked up, a devilish grin plastered on his face, his lavender eyes flashing. His black robes could not hide large amount of gold jewelry he wore; the candles betrayed him. As Harry caught his eyes, he noticed the their kohl colored outlining which trailed down his cheeks. He was soon to agree with Malfoy for the first time in his life; the guy really looked like he was gay. Purple shirt, an assortment of gold jewelry, and makeup; it seemed to point that way.
The Hat was not even on his head, rather a foot above it, when called out "SLYTHERIN!" The boy just sat there for a moment with a glazed look over his eyes. Then he jumped up, fire in his lavender orbs, as he whipped around and started shouting at the Hat in a variety of languages.
"Baise tu, le chapeau,[2]" shouted Malik spitefully, before slowly dragging himself to the Slytherin.
"Micsuei, Kãda."
A girl walked forward quickly, her robe fanning out behind her. Most of her navy blue hair ventilated away from her back and flowed behind her, though some rested on her shoulders. Many of the male students could not take their eyes off of her tall slim figure, though anyone who was unlucky enough caught her eyes looked away quickly as her golden orbs bore into their own. Draped over her arm was a midnight colored traveling cloak. As she strolled pass Harry, he noticed the fine gold chain around her neck with an ankh pendent. On one of her fingers was a gold ring.
'The girl that ran into me,' thought Harry, connecting the dots.
Hermione interrupted his thoughts. "She's such a slut; look how short her skirt is!"
Harry had to agree with her; most girls' skirts fell to their knees, while hers, on the other hand, stopped at her mid-calf.
She faced the professor as she was given the Hat and spoke with her icy voice, "Thank you. And for future reference, my name is pronounced: Kaida. The first "a" is silent and the "i" is long."
Sitting on the seat, she placed the hat on her head and waited for about a minute for the Hat to deliberate. "SLYTHERIN!"
The applause she got was quite loud, which included whistling from most of the boys in the house of Slytherin. All was silent as she sent the student body one of her emotionless, hostile glares. As she left the dais, every male in her house made room for her next to him, though she ignored each one of them. Walking to the back of the Hall, she sat at the end of the table, just daring them to come and sit near her.
"Motou, Yugi."
The boy, which walked up towards the professor, looked more like a first year than someone at the age of sixteen. His hair was spiked up so it was about a foot tall, mostly black, but had a crimson outline and blond, gravity-defying bangs. His large, amethyst held a look of innocence, as though he had been protected from the world. A gold inverted pyramid hung by a chain was around his throat. If a person looked closer they would notice a hint of gold from his left ear; a sparkling earring. Beneath his robes were two leather buckles were wrapped at his throat, the silver fastenings of them glittering in the light shed by the floating candles.
Yugi placed the Hat upon his head with great difficulty. The Hat shouted out "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The boy's smiling face appeared once again and went to go and sit at his respective House.
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Kaida flipped her hood up as she exited the carriage, following Isis, Yugi, Ryou, and Malik. The second her two feet touched the ground the door slammed shut and sped off back towards the village.
"Well, I see we're not the only ones in a hurry to get out of this storm," commented Kaida dryly as the thunder crashed overhead.
Students ran from their coaches to the large oak doors that granted entrance to the castle, black cloaks whirling behind them. Following the crowd, the foreigners filed through the castle entrance into a large foyer. Yugi left the door open, expecting more students to be advancing; but the paths were empty, most pupils filing through a door on their left. Investigating, Yugi stuck his head into the Hall.
Taking it out, he motioned to the others. "A hat just finished singing a song and now the first years are a being called out and the hat is things out."
Kaida rolled her eye. "Probably which House those midgets are in."
"I resent that."
"And I should care why?" she paused for a moment, before continuing. "I'm just going to wait at the end the Hall and watch. I'd like to see if they realize that we're here or not."
Slipping in silently, she hid herself in the shadows, followed closely by the other. Together, they watched the witch calling out the names, studying her thin lips and pulled back hair. As Zeller, Shannon was placed into Griffendor, she rolled up her parchment and slide it into the folds of her violet robes. Grabbing the stool in one hand and the talking hat in the other, she exited to a chamber on the right.
"Oh that's wonderful," said Kaida dully, arms crossed. "Do they even know we're here or care at that matter?"
An elderly man arose from a large throne-like chair in the center of the table on the dais. His white beard could be tucking into the sash of his emerald robes. His sparkling blue eyes looking over his half moon spectacles, which rested on his crocked nose. As his hands rose into the air, a hush fell over student body, as he began to speak
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. There are times for speeches, but this is not the time. Now it is the time to eat. Let the feast be—"
'Ok, this is way out of hand.' Leaving the others in the shadows, Kaida stepped into view of the Hall's occupants. With her arms still crossed, she cleared her throat. "Hem hem."
The people in the Hall turned and stared at her, which caused her to smirk. How wonderful to actually realize she was there. After every pair of eyes rested on her cloaked figure, she uncrossed her arms and gave the man a mocking applause.
"Bravo, bravo, though I am surprised. No offering of food, drink, or a welcome. Not even a proper introduction; I was expecting more protocol from one of the best schools of wizardry in the world, but clearly I was wrong."
Kaida smiled inwardly as every student and faculty member drew in a breath; the uneasiness in the air was so thick she could taste it. The only person who was still smiling was the sensei who she had interrupted.
"Yes, I almost forgot, I must be getting Alzheimer's. I would like to welcome five students, who will be starting in the sixth year, despite the fact they have not had any magical education before. I would ask you all to make them feel comfortable as they try to catch up with all of you. So, without further ado, they will be Sorted. Professor McGonagall."
The witch, whom she assumed was McGonagall-sensei, soon returned with the Hat and stool she had brought away less then ten minutes previous. As she accepted the small piece of parchment from the older man, Kaida glided back into the shadows and undid the fastening to her cloak, draping it over her arm.
"Well, he knows we're here."
"Still, you were quite tactless."
"Well, I don't live to be placid to everyone I meet."
"Bakura, Ryou."
The pale boy left the other foreigners to walk towards the professor. As he got closer to the dais, a blush crawled upon his cheeks as he felt the student's eyes on him. As he sat on the stool, a raspy voice sounded through his mind.
||Ryou, I have a strange suspicion that that Hat can read minds. What ever you do, don't let him in. Keep your mental defenses up.||
Before he could question the tomb robber that shared his body, the world went black, and he felt something probing his mind. Immediately the mental defenses Bakura had taught him went up. He smiled inwardly, making a mental note to thank Bakura-chan for the hours he had forced him to master these painful exercises.
He felt the Hat prodding at his wall trying to penetrate it, but with no luck. The minutes ticked as the Hat kept attacking his barrier. Finally, he felt it lifted off his head. Unfortunately, he let his defenses down a moment. As the weight of the cloth was relived from his head, he hear a voice in his mind; one that did not belong to his alter ego.
'What a mind you have young one. Only a few students I have Sorted in my thousands of years of service have been able to block me out. Not even the great founder, Ravenclaw could do this. ' "RAVENCLAW!"
The last word was shout out for the occupants of the Hall to hear. Smiling a shy smile, he left the stage and sat with the other student's in his House. 7 "Ishtar, Isis."
"That's me. So long. And Malik, don't try anything, 'cause I will know about it."
With a sweeping momentum, she left Yugi, Kaida, and her brother in the shadows as she entered the students' gazes. As she past Ryou, he heard her whisper something to her, a warning he whispered to each of his friends as they walked through the parted black waves.
"Isis, whatever you do, don't put mental defenses up. You'll just be there forever."
She sent him one of her kind smiles and nodded her head in recognition, giving him a silent thanks. As the Hat was placed on her head, a voice spoke into her ear.
'Isis Ishtar, hhhmm. Quite a brain you have though more courage then you let people know and a will to prove it. Where to put you though, Ravenclaw or Griffendor? You have no desire to boast your knowledge, However.' "GRIFFENDOR!"
Isis pulled out a piece of parchment from one of the pockets that hid in the billows of her robe as well as a ballpoint pen. She gave the bushy- haired girl who sat next to her a quick glance before continuing her letter to Rishad.
"Ishtar, Malik."
Malik ran a hand through his already messy blond hair, giving it a casual yet elegant look. Sending a smirk towards Kaida and Yugi, he walked up to the professor. He didn't mind the looks the students gave him, but their conversations were starting to tick him off.
"Look at him, he's so cute with his purple eyes, blond hair, tan, and those awesome muscles he has."
"They can't be real, no one alive can have natural purple eyes. And he probably bleached his hair and went tanning or something."
"I hear he's gay."
"No!"
"Well, look; he's tanner than any girl I know, blond, blond hair, and he's wearing eye liner."
Malik gritted his teeth, doing his best to keep his temper. The Hat was only a foot above his head when it declared he was in Slytherin.
(Marik, what did you do?)
((Nothing, hikari dear))
Malik felt his blood begin to boil at his yam's comments. (DO. NOT. CALL. ME. HIKARI. DEAR. And I know you did something; why would I be put in a House where the evil kids are?)
((Maybe cause you're evil?))
Malik sent his darkness a mental growl, before turning on the Hat, shouting out every curse and swear he knew in Arabic, Japanese, French, Egyptian, Latin, and Greek.
"Baise tu, le chapeau,[2]"
Resentfully he went to sit at his designated table, but not before receiving shocked and disapproving glances from both his sister and Ryou, who knew some or all of the languages he just cursed in.
McGonagall-sensei stared at him for a moment before continuing.
"Micsuei, Kãda."
In the shadows, Kaida gritted her teeth. "Kaida, Kaida you backayaro. [3]"
As her figure came into view, she noticed the whole room take a breath. Many of the guys eyed her slim figure, though the few that did fall into her golden glance, coward away into their corner. Her pace was quick, which allowed both her hair and robe to flow out behind her, in an intimidating sort of manor.
She looked McGonagall-sensei directly in the eye as she took the Hat out of her fingers. She permitted a certain coldness flow through her words as she addressed the woman in front of her.
"Thank you. And for future reference, my name is pronounced: Kaida. The first "a" is silent and the "i" is long."
Sitting upon the stool, she unceremoniously placed the Hat upon her head, engulfing her world in blackness.
'Well, well, what do we have here, Miss Micsuei?'
'Shut up!'
'A bit of an attitude problem, but no matter. You hold much power in you.'
'I said shut it.'
'Temper, temper. You are quite easy to place' "SYTHERIN!"
Kaida did not approve of the hoots and whistles from her now fellow Housemates. She let a smirk play on her face as a wave of coldness was transmitted from her eyes, freezing over the commotion of the Hall. Slowly she drifted over to the end of the table, ignoring many pleading looks of boys who wished her to sit near them. As she gracefully took her seat, the males who were inching towards her backed away, her eyes daring them to come closer.
Yugi was alone in the shadows, when his name was called by McGonagall- sensei, though he would have preferred to stay in the darkness; for once he stepped into the sight of the students, they all stared at him.
Their eyes widened at the sight of his tri-colored, gravity defying hair and large, innocent looking amethyst orbs. Though his eyes would come in handy later; who would expect him to be housing powerful magic by when they saw the innocence in his gaze. A few first years pointed at him; their reason, he did not know, his hair, height, eyes, the puzzle, or perhaps the earring his left ear now sported.
/Yami?/
//Yes Yugi?//
/Don't take offence at anything, but do you think you could lock yourself in the maze in your soul room while I'm being Sorted. So the Hat only looks into my mind?/
Yami sent his hikari a mental reassuring smile. //Of course, aboiu. I shall stay out of your thoughts.// He let out a mental chuckle. //Though I don't know how I'll be lost in there.//
Yugi smile at his yami's humor, but deep down he felt as if a great weight lifted off his chest as the Hat obstructed his vision of the Hall.
'So you are Yugi Mouto. You possess a lot of courage, though you are humble about your abilities and loyal to whom you are. You are an odd one; not wanting many to know of your inclination. Yugi, you are a kindred spirit and would do well in any House other than Sytherin.' "HUFFLEPUFF."
The world reappeared to him as shuffled over to the table of the Badger.
Dumbledore-sensei rose once more, his azure gaze bringing light to every corner of the room. Smiling he addressed the students. "Now are there any other late starts or first years that need to be Sorted." Silence. "Well in that case, the feast will now commence."
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Malik's eyes widened as the golden plates filled with food. Taking as much as he could, he began to pig out when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning to his right, he found himself face to face with a girl with a face like a pug, who was practically sitting on the lap of the blond boy who he had caused to lose his mind earlier on the train. He mentally shuttered at the sight of it. She gave him a grin before beginning to talk.
"So your Malik, huh?" she asked him while twirling a piece of her hair with her finger. Perhaps it was the way she said it, but she seemed a little ditzy and a major slut.
'And people thought Téa was bad.'
"Well, Ma-lik, I'm Pansy and this here is Draco." As she said Draco's name, she let out a little squeal. "Anyway, we'd like to welcome you to Slytherin."
Malik tried his best not to puck from the, well the sick actions of his fellow housemate as he stared at his plate and mumbled, "Thanks."
He felt another tap on his should. Taking his eyes off the gold dish that lay in front of him, he turned his head slightly, his eyes now taking residence on the pug like girl they had left not even a minute earlier. "What?"
The girl wiggled her shoulders and admitted a small giggle. "Can I ask you a question?"
Malik rolled his eyes. "You just did."
Pansy let out an annoyed sigh. "Oh, so can I ask you another one?"
"You just did."
A cheep was released from her overly made-up lips. "Will you take me seriously enough to let me ask a QUESTION!?"
Malik had to fight back the urge to say no, but settled with a husky chuckle and a flash of his lavender orbs, making many of the females around him erupt in fits of giggles and sighs. "You just did."
This last comment seemed to bring her rope's end, as she turned her pouting face over to her practically her cushion. "Draco, make him stop!"
The blond grinned before whispering something in her ear. Her eyes widened and her whole face lit up when he finished speaking.
"Ok, Mr. Wise Guy," she said crossing her arms and speaking in a "serious" way, though Malik hardly considered giggling serious. "Can I ask you two questions?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "You've already asked me four, what's one more going to do?"
"Well, are you gay?"
Malik spit out the pumpkin juice. "NANI!?!!?"
The girl gave him a funny look before explaining her point. "Well, I mean, you have bleach blond hair, look like you went tanning or something, wear eyeliner and more gold jewelry than most girls, and Draco here says he saw you in a purple shirt. It's where all of the clues point to."
"Honto da? [4]" he muttered under his breath, doing his best to subdue the rage bubbling in his body. "Well, for information, my hair is natural, my jewelry and eyewear are remnants of a heritage quickly from the face of the earth, and the pigments of my skin are due to the evolution of my ancient ancestors to protect them from the scorching, Egyptian sun."
Pansy wore a perplex look across her pug-like face. "Huh?" She then quickly tried cover up her bafflement. "I still don't believe you."
"Well, you're just thickheaded then, because I am not a homosexual," said Malik in a dangerously soft voice.
It took Pansy a moment to recover from chilling tone of his pervious statement, but volleyed a childish response. "Yeah right."
The Egyptian studied the girl in front of him, his distant, like that of amethysts set into a pair of outrageously priced earrings, causing the girl in front of him to quake in fear as he leaned closer to her face.
"Is that so," he chuckled, "Is that so?"
He quickly pushed his lips against her own, giving them a long, hard kiss. The sight of them caused many people to stare as well as many girls to let out gasps, thinking he had already chosen a girlfriend. Then as suddenly as he had kissed her, he pulled back with a disgusted look on his face, not unlike that of one after eating a lemon or other sour cuisine.
He instantaneously grabbed his goblet of pumpkin juice, swirling it around in his mouth, then spit it out. "That was the single most revolting thing I have ever done in my life."
"So that just proves that you're gay, otherwise you would have no problem kissing a girl," said drawling voice of Draco Malfoy.
"So the albino has finally decided to grace us with his voice, aren't we lucky," uttered Malik sarcastically. "What have we done to earn such a honor. Well, your majesty, I have no problem kissing a girl, but kissing a whore is where I cross the line, especially one so vile."
A slight tinge of color crawled across his face. "Ishtar, my girlfriend is not a whore."
"Really, could have fooled me. Though you seem like the person who would date one."
"Are implying something?"
"And if I am, what are you going to do about it?"
"You think you're so smart, Ishtar, but you're nothing compared to me. I don't know what you did to the Hat, but you were placed wrong. I don't know what made it taint our Pure House with dirty blood, muggle?"
"Dirty blood?" Malik's voice was dangerously soft as he fought an inner battle between his alter ego.
"Yes, mudblood, this House has been the home of pure bloods since the day it was erected. Your common blood doesn't belong with those whose families have practiced magic for centuries, nor do you!"
After a final word to his other self, the blond looked at the so-called pure blood, a cocky look plastered onto his face. When his voice left the sanctuary of his mouth, it was dead calm, but projected a source of power that no one could ignore. "How far can you trace back the roots of your magical ancestors?"
Malik watched the boy try to match the cocky smirk with one of his own, 'And failing miserably,' he added to himself.
"My family's roots have been nourished by the river of magic since the Middle Ages."
The Egyptian allowed his smirk to become more apparent. "The Middle Ages, I see. So that about the 13th century, am I right?" Malik paused for a moment, letting his statements sink in before he continued. "Since this House accepts only pure bloods, as you say, then I have even more right to be here than you.
"Your family has been practicing magic for a good eight hundred years, which would be impressive, if I didn't know better. But you see, magic in my family can be traced back 5000 years, back to the sands of Egypt, where my ancestors served as priests and priestesses for the living god; for twelve dynasties."
He let his words lay there, silently thanking Ra for having to learn his entire family tree. Grabbing his plate he stood up to leave, speaking only two audible words, "Sayonara, mudblood."
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Isis silently proceeded writing her letter to Rishad, ignoring the food that appeared on her left and right, as well as the sounds her fellow students eating and reminiscing on the past break.
She felt no intrest in joining any of the conversations, whether it one about the past vacation between a red-head and black-hair boy and bushy- haired girl or two girls giggling quietly about a new class they were taking this year.
"Hey, you related to Malik Ishtar?"
Isis looked up from her letter before answering the question of the redheaded boy. "Yes, he is my younger brother."
"Really," said a black haired boy. "You look nothing like him."
"No I don't," she responded nonchalantly, then turning back to the letter she needed to send out by tonight, though she soon realized her new acquaintances were continuing to be persistent.
"Aren't you going to eat anything?"
Isis took a deep breath before responding, "Not right now, it is imperative that I finish this tonight."
"The term hasn't even started," exclaimed the redhead. "Don't tell me you're going to the library after this. One Hermione is bad enough."
"Ron! Are you trying to start something again?" said the bushy haired girl she assumed was Hermione. The girl turned her attention away from the boy. "You'll have to excuse him. I'm Hermione Granger, that's Harry Potter, and this bastard over here is Ronald Weasley."
"Greetings."
"I don't mean to be rude, but why are you writing something right now? And is that is that Arabic?"
Isis dark eyes gazed at the bewildered girl. "Yes, it is in Arabic since that is my native language and the one y step-brother is most fluent in. It is only natural that I would have written him a letter in the tongue he best understands."
"You mean you live in the Middle East? It's no wonder you would want to get away, what with the violence taking place."
She looked at the girl for a moment, then continued to correct her. "It is not wise to assume things about people and even more foolish to voice those assumptions. I take up residence in Cairo, Egypt."
"Egypt!" spoke Ron suddenly and vehemently. "My brother used to work there."
She smiled, deciding to create some unease in the boy. "That would be Bill, right. Raiding the tombs of those put to rest; no more than a common thief in my judgement."
"H-how do you k-know that?" asked Ron.
Isis smirked at know results of her prank, but was slightly surprised it worked. "Ron, do you suffer from short-term memory loss? Your sister Ginny told you about it in the carriage ride to the castle."
It was easy to see that Ron was more than uneasy with the whole situation, but that last comment seemed to push him off the edge of the deep end. "W- what....h-how....?"
"I have my sources," she smiled answering his unasked question, as her Millennium Necklace glowed ever so slightly.
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Justin Finch-Fletchley watched the new boy eating the pasta that was on his plate.
"Well, what do you think, Justin?" asked his fellow Housemate, Ernie Macmillan.
"He's different," whispered Justin.
"Different is putting it lightly; look at his hair. I've never seen hair like that in the magical or muggle world. What sort of charm did he put on it."
"Well, actually, it's natural." An unknown voice interrupted Ernie's train of though. Both boys looked up at a pair of amethyst orbs.
"What?"
"My hair, it's natural," said the boy smiling. "Though I have to admit, it is rather unusual, even by Japan's standers."
Justin couldn't but help blinking in confusion. Why the boy was talking about Japan's standers, of all places?"
The tri haired boy seemed to see the source of his confusion. "I'm not originally from England. I live in Domino City, Japan."
"You came half way across the globe to go to school?" asked Ernie in disbelief.
"Well, I got the letter and figured why not. It's just the next step in a game I'd like to call life. Why I am here, I don't know. But the nature of this game seem to coincide with that of a puzzle." The boy's eyes glazed over for a second, causing Justin to snap his fingers in front of the boy's face, which resulted in a jolt. "Sorry, I kinda get caught up in my thoughts like that from time to time. I'm Yugi Mouto."
"Justin Finch-Fletchly."
"Ernie Macmillan."
An uncomfortable silence filled the air, before Ernie sliced through it with a question. "What do you do for fun, Yugi."
He smiled. "I'm a gamer. I'll any game I can find and take part in every competition I can. I'm called...." he paused for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not to disclose the information he was about to reveal. "I'm called a Champion Gamer by some since I've never subconsciously lost any game I've participated in."
He let the statement lay as it was.
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"Natte ichke?! [5]" Kaida's exclamatory question rang through ears of students surrounding her, earning her confused glares from the others. She let a sigh escape from the capacity of her chest. "What is this?"
"Lamb shish kabobs," answered a near by boy nervously.
Kaida rolled her eyes. "I know that, baka. It was a rhetorical question."
After surveying the dishes surrounding her, she reached for a bowl of white rice and piled it on her plate, then stared at the utensils on either side of the plate, doing her best to eat with them.
"You hold a fork like this," said the same boy quietly, demonstrating with his own silverware.
"You know I didn't ask for your help, nor is it needed," she snapped at him.
"Sorry," mumbled the boy.
Kaida grabbed two bamboo skewers and slid the meat off their wooden shafts. Taking the two sticks, she preceded to ingest the rice on her plate, using them as chopsticks.
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Professor Dumbledore swept a gaze over the Great Hall, and taking note that most of the students were finished with their meals, he rose from his chair and the Hall came to a hush.
"As I said earlier this evening, there are times for speeches, and now is one of them. I remind all first years, our late starters, and those few students who enjoy certain thrills, the Forbidden Forest is off limits. Our caretaker, Mr. Filch, would kindly like to remind you that no magic is permitted in the corridors, as well Fizzing Whizbes, Doung Bombs, Shrieking Yo-Yo, and other items. For the full list of four hundred and thirty-five objects, I would ask you to direct your attention to his office door on the third floor."
The headmaster paused for a moment, waiting for the buzz of the student body to cease. "Quidditch try-outs will commences in three weeks. Anyone who wishes to play for their House team are to see the Head of their House for more details.
"As you can all see, we have two new staff members with us this year. The first of which is Professor Shackbolt, who has kindly stepped in to teach our Defense Against the Dark Arts classes."
A round of applause filled the are as Professor Shackbolt stood up.
"Also, our History of Magic professor, Professor Binns, who has been with us for the past seventy-three years, has been offered a post on the International Consul of Ghosts and Spirits, which he has accepted. Teaching History of Magic in his place will be Professor Williams, as well as a few Ancient Ruins classes."
The blond witch stood up and smiled at the students. After she sat back down, Professor Dumbledore raised his hand, ensuring silence. "My final start-of-the-term announcement is on a more serious note. All students are to be in their dormitories by 9:30, where they are to stay till 6:30 the next day," he added quickly. "Any student caught breaking the curfew will receive two weeks of detention and loss one hundred House points.
"Now I believe this speech has gone on long enough, so I say this feast is adjourn. Prefects, please lead your Houses to their dormitories." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
[1] Drying spell: derived from the Latin words deleo, I erase and aqua, water.
[2] I'm not telling you what it means. Its French, go look it at altavesa or something.
[3] Japanese meaning stupid/idiotic bitch/bastard
[4] Japanese meaning really
[5] Japanese meaning What is this crap?! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Whew, done. I'm sorry it took so long, but I really liked this chapter. I edited it about seven times. Well review, you know I love them. I humbly request that you all go and read my other story, New Beginnings, pretty please.
Probably all of the Yugi fans are going to come after me with destructive weapons since I placed him in Hufflepuff. I figured I would spice things up a bit. Besides, Yugi does hold many qualities of Hufflepuffs. I have two words for every Yugi fan out there; Plot Development. I got to run.
~*~ Ciao Solo_girl
