Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN YU-GI-OH OR HARRY POTTER!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 3:

Introductions

Hey Shortie, we're here!// Exclaimed Bakura. Ryou came back to reality.

Ryou stepped out of the car. He looked up and down of the street called Private

Drive. He was surprise to see that every house was almost perfectly the same.

Every window, wall etc.

And we have to live here?! Exactly how are we going to

even remember which is the house we live in? And why can't some have and

change here? I mean, practically the whole neighborhood looked the same. //

Commented Bakura. Ryou had to agree.

The man who had picked up Ryou grabbed Ryou's luggage and knocked on 4

Private Drive. A tall, skinny woman greeted Ryou at the door. "And you must be

Ryou Bakura." She said smiling. Ryou headed inside. The house was spotless. The

woman wore a long, formal dress. "I'm your Aunt Petunia." Said the lady. Ryou

nodded. A big, wide man entered the room, followed by a boy who was much like

his father, big and wide. Both of them wore tuxedoes.

Ryou felt awkward at this place. The man hesitated when he saw Ryou's hair.

The boy looked in shock. "Um, He-Hello. I'm Ryou Bakura." Muttered Ryou

trying to break the silence. "And I am your Uncle Vernon, and this is your cousin,

Dudley." Said Uncle Vernon.

"Excuse me sir, but I thought I had two cousins." Ryou asked Uncle Vernon.

"He's up in his room." Uncle Vernon answered. "I'd be careful if I were you,

Harry is crazy, we had to send to St. Charles School for Criminal Boys." (I forgot

were they said Harry went to so I hope this is right! ) //Hmmm, maybe we

should get to know this Harry.// commented a now grinning Bakura.

A boy with jet-black hair, emerald green eyes, and a scar on his forehead

entered the room. Bakura smiled in his soul room. "Hello, I'm Harry, Harry

Potter." Said the boy. "And I'm Ryou Bakura." Answered Ryou.

-------Harry's Point of View-------

Harry heard his Aunt and Uncle greet his new cousin. They had already said

that Harry went to some stupid school for criminal boys.

He wasn't too worried. He had just received a note saying that Ryou was a

wizard. He would have get to know Ryou sooner. He thought after he and Ryou

exchanged introductions.

But what surprised him was that Ryou didn't even star at

his scar. It was weird, every witch and wizard knew his name, Harry Potter, The

Boy Who Lived.

"Dudley, dear, could you show Ryou here his new room?" Aunt Petunia asked

Dudley. "Um, can't. I gatta go have tea with my friend." Lied Dudley. Harry knew

that Dudley just wanted to get out of the house to bully people around. "I will."

Harry spoke up. This was his perfect chance to talk to Ryou about the Wizarding

World.

Uncle Vernon eyed Harry, silently warning him not to tell Ryou anything about

him being a wizard. Harry grabbed Ryou's stuff. "Right this way Ryou." Lead

Harry.

------Ryou's Point of View-------

Ryou followed Harry into a good-sized bed room. "This was supposed to be the

guest bed room, but now it's yours." Harry said as he layed Ryou's stuff onto the

bed.

"Thanks." Replied Ryou. "I'll take you to Diagon Ally to get your stuff for the

school." Said Harry. // What school exactly? You didn't tell me we had to go to

some school!// Agrued Bakura in his soul room. // I'm not sure what he's talking

about myself.// Ryou told Bakura.

"Sorry, but what school exactly. I wasn't told I had to go to any kind of school."

Replied Ryou. Harry shut up immiadiatly. "Ohh, VERY smart Harry! But, if he

doesn't know about Hogwarts and your supposed to bring him there," Harry

thought to himself, now he was very confused. "Nevermind." Harry quickly

replyed.v

"Boys! It's time for Dinner!" Rang Aunt Petunia's voice. Harry went

immiadiatly to dinner, glad to get away from the awkward conversation.

------- Ryou's POV-------

Harry had seemed relieved to get away from the conversation. //WHAT

SCHOOL HIKARI!!!// yelled Bakura. Bakura had been alarmed when Harry had

mentioned School. //I have no idea what he was talking about.// admitted Ryou.

Ryou started heading down towards dinner, with Bakura mumbling in his soul

room.

Angel: Hi!

Yami Bakura: Why are we here?

Angel: Don't pay attension to him. I will now have those muses peoples in my author's notes. Angel is me, the author.

Yami Bakura: Mumbles to self She's more like a demon!

Angel: Glares at Yami Bakura You do know that I at least controll you don't you?

Yami Bakura: -- Why don't you pick on Kiaba, the Pharoh, or Joey?

Angel: Maybe later. Well, hope you like this chappie! Plz plz plz review! Ohh, and don't worry, we won't interupt the story, I'll just write it and pick on Yami Bakura in my author's notes. Bye!