Hi everybody! I'm back with yet another HP/YGO crossover…*huge sweatdrops* This one focuses a lot on Yugi and Yami though…no, not the couple. This is mainly because my other one is mainly about Ryou and Bakura. But they'll still be in this fic, and so will Malik and his yami.

Just to let you know, I'm just putting this chapter up to see if anyone likes it. AND it's short. Harry Potter and the Duel Monsters is still my first priority and will continue to be until it's finished. That means, this probably won't be updated frequently.

Yami: But shouldn't you be working on Harry Potter and the Duel Monsters if it's your first priority?

DMG: Just wanted to get this posted. -_-

Yami: *continues nagging about HP and the Duel Monsters*

DMG: OK! OK! I'LL GO WORK ON IT IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY!!! *to readers* Ummm…yeah, chapter 10 is under progress. It'll be up soon.

An Important Note: I'm not going with the events that happened in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I think it's a bit too confusing, and plus, one of my favorite characters died *sniffle* And I can't imagine writing about a depressed Harry…though I don't think he would be depressed…so, no references to the 5th Harry Potter. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter OR YuGiOh, though I wish I did.

Chapter 1

A New Friend

Harry Potter, the Boy who Lived, was just taking the garbage out of the Dursleys' house when someone ran right into him, sending both of them sprawling on the grass, the garbage flying everywhere. Harry sat up, rubbing his head and scowling, to see a teen with dirty-looking blond hair sitting up as well, looking quite startled. Then he turned his head and looked at the garbage, and said with an apologetic grin on his face, "Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there…"

Harry had half a mind to hex him with some of the nice spells he had learned last year during the Triwizard Tournament, but decided against it. It was against Hogwarts rules, anyhow. Instead he said irritably, "It's all right."

"I'll help you pick it up," the teen offered.

Just then, a short boy with tri-colored hair came running up to them. "Joey! What have you gone and done now?" he asked.

"I sorta ran into him and knocked his trash over," Joey explained sheepishly.

Meanwhile, Harry was staring at the newcomer's hair. He had never seen anything like it before.

The boy noticed the look. "It's my hair, isn't it?" he asked.

Harry nodded.

"Lots of people ask me how I get it like that," he chuckled. "They don't believe me when I say it's natural."

"I don't believe it either," Harry admitted.

"I'm Yugi Motou," the boy said. "This is Joey Wheeler."

"I'm Harry Potter," he said, half-expecting them to jump in surprise like most of the wizarding world would if they had known. However, these two just seemed to accept it like it was just a name. Which to them, it probably was.

"Well, we have to be going," Yugi said. "We've rented a house nearby while we attend a boarding school here."

Harry wondered idly if it was Hogwarts, then dismissed the idea. They seemed to know nothing about the wizarding world anyway. Besides, he had learned not to be a busybody, because it often got him into deep trouble. "That's nice," he said. "I really have to get this trash picked up before my uncle comes out to yell at me for taking so long. Nice meeting you."

"Same here," Yugi said, and the two of them went off down the street. Harry continued watching until they turned the corner and he couldn't see them anymore. Then he turned and began the long, tedious task of picking up the trash that had been strewn all over the Dursleys' once-spotless front yard.

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          Meanwhile…

"That Muggle-loving Albus Dumbledore is beginning to irritate me," a shadowy figure sitting in a chair said. "We need to do something that he won't suspect…something that will completely throw him off. Something that insures that Harry Potter will not escape me again. Wormtail, have you found anything?"

"I'm looking, my Lord," Wormtail squeaked. "Here's something…"

"Let me see," Lord Voldemort said.

"This paragraph, here, about ancient Egyptian-"

Voldemort scoffed. "I have no need for wild rumors," he said. "Continue looking. Your slow progress disgusts me."

"Y-yes, my Lord," Wormtail said, and, returning the book back to its proper position, scurried off to look for some other information.

When he had gone, Voldemort tapped his chin with his finger and summoned the book to him. He paged through it.

"Hmm…very interesting…"

A few hours later, Voldemort smiled a cruel smile. One that did not mean any good for the innocent wizarding community. "I believe Wormtail has found the perfect book…"

"And I have formulated the perfect plan."

Eep. Scary. Well anyway, R+R. I have an extremely low self-esteem and I might not be able to take it if someone flamed me. So that means, no flames.