Freai: Hey peoples!
DM: Back, once again.
Freai: Well, I haven't updated in a while because, you see, school's almost out, and need a lot of time to study for final exams and junk. But also, I have MAJOR writer's block on Forlorn and School Field Trip so I'm working on those, only very slowly.
DM: And, we had a little incident.
Freai: you see, I didn't have disclaimers on ALL of my chapters on most of my stories, so they were deleted.
DM: And she's very sad about it.
Freai: But! Luckily I was smart enough to have all of my stories saved on floppy disks, so I can just put them right back up, with disclaimers added!
DM: Well, not until 1st of June or so, her floppy disk drive is really screwed up at the moment, so Freai is getting it fixed.
Freai: Oh well, I'm just glad I was smart for once!
DM: -- For once . . .
Freai: Next chapter for my HPYGO crossover.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh! Or Harry potter. But I wish I did. Then I'd just cut Tea out and make the TV show more PG-13! Hehe. '
(There, I added a disclaimer, take that ff.net!)
"Wow."
"It's only been about a month."
"He's already gotten that far?"
Ryou had been given special permission by Dumbledor and the Ministry of Magic Office to do magic outside of Hogwarts, and everyone there was allowed to help. Hermionie had voluntarily taught Ryou everything she knew, and he learned it all in record time! By now he was already able to do very advanced Transfiguration, and he was already studying to become an Animagus. His charmwork was excellent, he could conjure very difficult potions, defend himself a billion times better with his Defense Against the Dark Arts training from Harry, and it was pretty obvious he could handle Magical Creatures. Ryou was a major expert on Egypt already, letting him perfect Muggle Studies and Ancient Runes. He was actually interested in history, was wonderful with Herbology, practically memorized the nighttime sky in all times of the year, mastered Arithmancy, and actually made sense of Divination. Plus he rocked at Quidditch! Ryou was perfect in every way, and it was bugging the hell out of Hermionie, as well as Harry.
"I don't get why this is bugging you guys," Ron complained.
"It just doesn't seem right," Hermionie defended. "How can he be so . . . so . . ."
"Perfect, I know." Harry said. "He's hiding something, I know it."
"What? To make him smarter?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"No, it just doesn't seem possible that he is this smart and athletically coordinated."
"Harry's right," Hermionie said. "There must be something wrong with him; a flaw, or weakness? No one is completely perfect."
"Well, he has white hair, I think that may count for something," came Fred's voice from the doorway. He entered, along with George, and they both had a firm grip on Ginny.
"We found a little eaves-dropper," George said.
"And we've noticed she's been way too quiet,"
"Anti-social,"
"And good lately."
"Like when she was hiding that old diary in her first year." Ginny winced at the mention of it, but looked completely sad anyway.
"You know something, don't you?" Ron said. Ginny nodded, and sat down on Ron's bed.
"Is it a bad thing?" Hermionie asked, sitting next to her, and freeing the poor girl of her brothers' grips. Ginny nodded again.
"Who's is it about?"
"Ryou."
Ryou suddenly sneezed without warning. "sniff How does that old phrase go, about when you sneeze, someone is talking about you? Oh well," he shrugged and went back to his project. He had been searching through his new book earlier that day, and found a potion that might let his laptop work in school grounds, then he could still talk to his friends. Without sending his raven, which he named Rumiko.
"There, it should be okay by morning," he said to himself. He then became quiet, and from above him (Ron's room) he heard crying, it sounded like Ginny. He got up and slowly started up the stairs, making sure not to be heard by anyone in the room.
"What is it Ginny? What about Ryou?" Ginny gulped and started to pour out this shocking information:
"At night, I'd say between 11:30 and midnight, Ryou sneaks out of the house and into the forest, he's been doing this ever since he first came here. I went out once, and he just sits in tall trees or something, watching the stars, and sometimes talking to himself, but it was in a different language I don't know. And it didn't sound like Japanese either.
"Well, about a month ago, right after we got back from Diagon Alley actually, he comes back and, he's kind-of hunched over, and he's limping as well." Ginny was starting to strain her voice.
"Limping?"
"Yeah, and, he doesn't know this, but I clean up after him too. He drips . . . blood on the floor on his way back up to Bill's room," by now, Ginny was sobbing. Everyone else was just shocked.
"No one's completely perfect, eh Hermionie?" Ron asked. Hermionie just glared at him in response.
"What should we do?" Fred asked.
"We can't just let this keep happening," George added.
Ryou had his hand over his mouth, just to fight the temptation to either gasp, scream, or defend himself. He actually bled on the floor! He never knew that, and Ginny saw him after he came back from the forest every night. Ryou only went out there for two reasons: One, to clear his head. And Two, so no one would know that Bakura was beating him.
Yes, Bakura was back. Ryou still couldn't believe it had happened, the stupid dementor did something to open up his mind and let Bakura back in. And now it was back to their old routine, he had somehow convinced Bakura to do it away from everyone else. Of course, this gave Bakura an excuse to go harder on him, but Ryou didn't care as long as he had a half-normal life.
It seemed Bakura couldn't take over Ryou's body, that was the only good part left, Ryou's only silver-lining. Bad things always seemed to happen to Ryou, so he had to stay optimistic to maintain his self-esteem. It seemed to work.
Ryou quietly crept down the stairs, knowing that Harry would probably come looking for him in Bill's room soon.
He had been right.
Ryou sat on his bed, reading through a book Harry had lent him, 'Quidditch through the Ages,' when a soft knock was heard.
"Come in," Ryou said in his usual soft, cheerful voice. Harry entered, which Ryou could have guessed anyway.
"It's time for dinner," Harry replied, trying his best to sound normal.
"Okay, I'm starved!" Ryou put his book away and got up off the bed, when his ankle gave, where Bakura had broken it last night, Ryou had tried a simple spell to mend the bone, but it must have been too simple, now it was just sprained. Ryou was trying to walk it out, but it didn't seem to work. He flicked out his wand and mended it in an instant, smiled up at his cousin, and started out the door when Harry stopped him.
"Is everything all right Ryou?"
"Sure, I must have sprained my ankle or something-"
"I wasn't talking about that. Well, it was that too, but are you sure nothing is wrong?"
"Of course not Harry, I perfectly fine, why wouldn't I be?" Ryou gave Harry a sweet smile and walked out the door, and down the stairs, leaving Harry in the doorway of Bill's room.
"He sure is a good actor."
(No clue why I'm adding this)
Everyone stayed up that night along with Ginny, and sure enough, Ryou left the house, and came back about 3:00 a.m. he looked pretty beat up, and was limping again. A small trail of blood was, yet again, left along the floor of the kitchen. Ryou couldn't change his pattern, or, for one thing, Bakura will get mad, and the others will get way too suspicious.
But there was something else that was, different about that night. Everyone one heard something that was more clear than before.
Screams.
AND THE PLOT THICKENS!!!
No, not really. I actually haven't even gotten to my REAL plot. But you will find out . . . at some point.
Well, please review!
DM: Back, once again.
Freai: Well, I haven't updated in a while because, you see, school's almost out, and need a lot of time to study for final exams and junk. But also, I have MAJOR writer's block on Forlorn and School Field Trip so I'm working on those, only very slowly.
DM: And, we had a little incident.
Freai: you see, I didn't have disclaimers on ALL of my chapters on most of my stories, so they were deleted.
DM: And she's very sad about it.
Freai: But! Luckily I was smart enough to have all of my stories saved on floppy disks, so I can just put them right back up, with disclaimers added!
DM: Well, not until 1st of June or so, her floppy disk drive is really screwed up at the moment, so Freai is getting it fixed.
Freai: Oh well, I'm just glad I was smart for once!
DM: -- For once . . .
Freai: Next chapter for my HPYGO crossover.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-gi-oh! Or Harry potter. But I wish I did. Then I'd just cut Tea out and make the TV show more PG-13! Hehe. '
(There, I added a disclaimer, take that ff.net!)
"Wow."
"It's only been about a month."
"He's already gotten that far?"
Ryou had been given special permission by Dumbledor and the Ministry of Magic Office to do magic outside of Hogwarts, and everyone there was allowed to help. Hermionie had voluntarily taught Ryou everything she knew, and he learned it all in record time! By now he was already able to do very advanced Transfiguration, and he was already studying to become an Animagus. His charmwork was excellent, he could conjure very difficult potions, defend himself a billion times better with his Defense Against the Dark Arts training from Harry, and it was pretty obvious he could handle Magical Creatures. Ryou was a major expert on Egypt already, letting him perfect Muggle Studies and Ancient Runes. He was actually interested in history, was wonderful with Herbology, practically memorized the nighttime sky in all times of the year, mastered Arithmancy, and actually made sense of Divination. Plus he rocked at Quidditch! Ryou was perfect in every way, and it was bugging the hell out of Hermionie, as well as Harry.
"I don't get why this is bugging you guys," Ron complained.
"It just doesn't seem right," Hermionie defended. "How can he be so . . . so . . ."
"Perfect, I know." Harry said. "He's hiding something, I know it."
"What? To make him smarter?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"No, it just doesn't seem possible that he is this smart and athletically coordinated."
"Harry's right," Hermionie said. "There must be something wrong with him; a flaw, or weakness? No one is completely perfect."
"Well, he has white hair, I think that may count for something," came Fred's voice from the doorway. He entered, along with George, and they both had a firm grip on Ginny.
"We found a little eaves-dropper," George said.
"And we've noticed she's been way too quiet,"
"Anti-social,"
"And good lately."
"Like when she was hiding that old diary in her first year." Ginny winced at the mention of it, but looked completely sad anyway.
"You know something, don't you?" Ron said. Ginny nodded, and sat down on Ron's bed.
"Is it a bad thing?" Hermionie asked, sitting next to her, and freeing the poor girl of her brothers' grips. Ginny nodded again.
"Who's is it about?"
"Ryou."
Ryou suddenly sneezed without warning. "sniff How does that old phrase go, about when you sneeze, someone is talking about you? Oh well," he shrugged and went back to his project. He had been searching through his new book earlier that day, and found a potion that might let his laptop work in school grounds, then he could still talk to his friends. Without sending his raven, which he named Rumiko.
"There, it should be okay by morning," he said to himself. He then became quiet, and from above him (Ron's room) he heard crying, it sounded like Ginny. He got up and slowly started up the stairs, making sure not to be heard by anyone in the room.
"What is it Ginny? What about Ryou?" Ginny gulped and started to pour out this shocking information:
"At night, I'd say between 11:30 and midnight, Ryou sneaks out of the house and into the forest, he's been doing this ever since he first came here. I went out once, and he just sits in tall trees or something, watching the stars, and sometimes talking to himself, but it was in a different language I don't know. And it didn't sound like Japanese either.
"Well, about a month ago, right after we got back from Diagon Alley actually, he comes back and, he's kind-of hunched over, and he's limping as well." Ginny was starting to strain her voice.
"Limping?"
"Yeah, and, he doesn't know this, but I clean up after him too. He drips . . . blood on the floor on his way back up to Bill's room," by now, Ginny was sobbing. Everyone else was just shocked.
"No one's completely perfect, eh Hermionie?" Ron asked. Hermionie just glared at him in response.
"What should we do?" Fred asked.
"We can't just let this keep happening," George added.
Ryou had his hand over his mouth, just to fight the temptation to either gasp, scream, or defend himself. He actually bled on the floor! He never knew that, and Ginny saw him after he came back from the forest every night. Ryou only went out there for two reasons: One, to clear his head. And Two, so no one would know that Bakura was beating him.
Yes, Bakura was back. Ryou still couldn't believe it had happened, the stupid dementor did something to open up his mind and let Bakura back in. And now it was back to their old routine, he had somehow convinced Bakura to do it away from everyone else. Of course, this gave Bakura an excuse to go harder on him, but Ryou didn't care as long as he had a half-normal life.
It seemed Bakura couldn't take over Ryou's body, that was the only good part left, Ryou's only silver-lining. Bad things always seemed to happen to Ryou, so he had to stay optimistic to maintain his self-esteem. It seemed to work.
Ryou quietly crept down the stairs, knowing that Harry would probably come looking for him in Bill's room soon.
He had been right.
Ryou sat on his bed, reading through a book Harry had lent him, 'Quidditch through the Ages,' when a soft knock was heard.
"Come in," Ryou said in his usual soft, cheerful voice. Harry entered, which Ryou could have guessed anyway.
"It's time for dinner," Harry replied, trying his best to sound normal.
"Okay, I'm starved!" Ryou put his book away and got up off the bed, when his ankle gave, where Bakura had broken it last night, Ryou had tried a simple spell to mend the bone, but it must have been too simple, now it was just sprained. Ryou was trying to walk it out, but it didn't seem to work. He flicked out his wand and mended it in an instant, smiled up at his cousin, and started out the door when Harry stopped him.
"Is everything all right Ryou?"
"Sure, I must have sprained my ankle or something-"
"I wasn't talking about that. Well, it was that too, but are you sure nothing is wrong?"
"Of course not Harry, I perfectly fine, why wouldn't I be?" Ryou gave Harry a sweet smile and walked out the door, and down the stairs, leaving Harry in the doorway of Bill's room.
"He sure is a good actor."
(No clue why I'm adding this)
Everyone stayed up that night along with Ginny, and sure enough, Ryou left the house, and came back about 3:00 a.m. he looked pretty beat up, and was limping again. A small trail of blood was, yet again, left along the floor of the kitchen. Ryou couldn't change his pattern, or, for one thing, Bakura will get mad, and the others will get way too suspicious.
But there was something else that was, different about that night. Everyone one heard something that was more clear than before.
Screams.
AND THE PLOT THICKENS!!!
No, not really. I actually haven't even gotten to my REAL plot. But you will find out . . . at some point.
Well, please review!