Freai: Hello peoples!
DM: She's finally updating.
Yumi no Oni: About time too.
Freai: A lot of people pointed out that I missed my little [6] thing on the last chapter. I was just going to tell you that yes, he needed to talk to Ishizu about Bakura coming back. I just kind-of . . . forgot.
DM: Dumbass.
Freai: XP
DM: Oh, very adult like.
Yumi no Oni: Let's give a round of applause for maturity people!
- crowd goes wild -
Freai: -.- I hate everyone.
DM: Really?
Freai: Yes, EXCEPT MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!!!!! :D
DM: -.- could have guessed.
Freai: A lot of people asked exactly where I was going with this story, well. (evil laughter) You will just have to find out! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- (cough cough) HAHAHAHAHA!
DM: But she does have a plot!
Freai: Which shall be shown . . . . soon . . . . I think.
DM: -.- Try not to think.
Freai: OKAY! Here's the next chapter!!!!
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Freai: oh, almost forgot! (ahem) MALIK!!!!!!!!
Malik: Freai doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter.
Freai: Good boy! XD
Malik: -.- I don't get paid enough for this.
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The train started to slow down a few minutes later. Ryou sat near the door, barley hearing the announcement to leave all of their stuff on the train. He could feel his stomach churn as the train finally stopped. Hermione joined them outside on the small dark platform, which seemed even darker with everyone dressed in their black robes.
Ryou stood out in particular; his silver-white hair contrasted extremely with his black school robes. All the while, his insides were taking a roller coaster ride in anticipation, not to mention he was shivering from the bitter cold night air.
It was then that the four heard an all too familiar voice. "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" It was then that a thought came to Ryou, and Harry seemed to read his mind.
"Uh, I guess you come with us Ryou," he said uneasily. "Your not a first year." Ryou just nodded, still utterly confused with his situation. Ryou silently followed the three former Hogwarts students out on to the dark, damp, rain-washed road near the Hogsmaeade Station. He saw a hundred or so carriages that he suspected would take them to Hogwarts. Standing between each of the carriages shafts were two horse-like creatures.
Ryou had never seeing any real magical creature besides the garden gnomes at the Weasley's. The creatures were remarkable; they looked like fleshless horses! Their black coats seemed to be clinging to their skeletons, indicating every bone was quite visible. Compared to the pictures he had seen, their heads were slightly dragonish, and their white pupil-less eyes were blank and staring. Vast, black, leathery wings sprouted from each wither, reminding Ryou of bat wings. The creatures stood as still as statues, quiet, and carried an eerie and sinister air around them.
Ryou was fighting the urge to go and touch one, just to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The one nearest him, turned its head, blank white eyes looking straight at him. It swished its long tail, before shaking it's black main and staring straight front like the rest of them.
"Can you see them?" came a sudden voice behind Ryou, making him jump. Ryou looked back at his cousin, who was also looking at the creatures, but no one else seemed to notice them.
"W-What are they?" Ryou asked, shivering from the cold.
"Thestrals," Harry told him. "We're one of the few that can see them." Harry motioned for Ryou to follow him into the carriage where Hermione and Ron were already sitting in. With one last look at the creatures, he climbed into the carriage and sat next to Hermione.
It was so dark outside that Ryou couldn't see anything out of the carriage window, though he wish he could. He felt quite uncomfortable in the deadly silence that seemed to fill the carriage.
"So, who was it?" Harry finally asked. Ryou looked up at him, to see who exactly he asked, to find all three looking at him.
"What?"
"You can see the Thestrals, so who was it?" Harry asked again. Ryou looked confused, what did he mean-
'Wait, I read something about Thestrals,' he thought to himself. 'Um . . . only people who have seen death can see a Thestral.' Then it dawned on him. 'Oh . . . '
"Um . . . " he was silent for a moment. Ryou had witnessed too many deaths to count, and most of them were at his own hands when Bakura was in charge of his body. Of course, he couldn't tell them that! He could lie . . . .
But Ryou wasn't very good at lying. Wait! How could he forget, he was there when his sister died . . .
The doctors wouldn't let him in to see his mother before she died. Only his father, so Ryou had to sit in the waiting room with his little 4-year-old sister, Amane, while his mother slowly slipped away. But when Amane got really sick, he was there with her the whole time. Even when she passed away.
"My sister," he muttered, looking at the ground. The silence seemed to have once again filled the carriage, and Ryou looked out the window once more, only to meet something that would push out his memories of his sister's death quickly.
The damp road was now visible from the light that reflected from the vast, gray stone castle atop the mountain. It looked enormous with all of the towers and turrets, and then the numberless windows sparkling against the starry sky and reflecting out on to the great black lake. Ryou was in awe. That was where he would be living for the next 10 months!
The carriages jingled to a halt in front of the stone steps that led to the great oak doors. Ryou silently followed the others up the stone steps and into the castle. But before they even stepped through the giant doors a voice called out someone's name.
"Harry Potter!" Even though she called out only Harry's name, the four turned around to see a tall, black haired witch coming towards them. Her hair was up in a tight bun and she had a very stern face, reminding Ryou of his old history teacher, and he had been the only one in the entire student body that didn't get a detention from her.
"Ah, good. And Mr. Bakura is here as well," she said. Her voice was sharp and she seemed in quite a hurry.
"If you two would follow me, I would like to have a word with you." She motioned for them to follow and for Hermione and Ron to move along with the rest of the students. Ryou was right behind Harry, but could barley keep up with the other two for he was looking around the vast hallway. It had a flagged stone floor and stone walls with torches along them. The three made their way up the marble staircase, lined with too many pictures to count. And all of them were moving! Some looked like they didn't even belong in the picture at all.
"Hurry up Mr. Bakura," said the witch. "You can see the castle once we are through." Ryou didn't really like the sound of that and picked up his pace as they walked along a long corridor. They entered a door soon later and Ryou found himself in what seemed to be a large classroom! And he meant large, Ryou could fit his apartment twice in there! Ryou stared up into the rafters far above them, the ceiling was so high, even higher than in Seto's mansion.
The witch motioned for Ryou and Harry to sit down as she sat behind a large wooden desk. "I'm sorry for whisking you off like that, and you probably don't know me Mr. Bakura." Ryou shook his head a little. "I'm Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher and the head of Gryffindor house. I'm sure Mr. Potter has told you all about the houses and rules of Hogwarts already." Once again Ryou nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
This tended to happen when he was nervous.
"I won't bite Mr. Bakura," Professor McGonagall said sternly, but probably meant to tease him. "But I do have to speak with you about your class arrangements, that is, after I have a word with you Mr. Potter." Her last statement was directed at Harry, who sat up straight at the mention of his name. She then handed him a packet of some sort, a long with a badge that Ryou could not read from where he was sitting.
"I want to congratulate you Potter," Professor McGonagall said as happily as Ryou had heard her ever since he first saw her about 5 minutes ago. "You are now the new Gryffindor house Quidditch Team Captain." Harry looked stunned, and was quiet for a moment before his face broke into a wide smile.
"Thank you Professor," he said, his breath a little short. Professor McGonagall nodded to him, still smiling; (or close enough to it.)
"You may go on down to the feast while I have a quick word with Mr. Bakura about his course schedule as I said before. I will take him down when we are done, he still has to be sorted." Harry nodded to Ryou before leaving, silently wishing him good luck.
Professor McGonagall took out from behind her desk a small parcel, and handed it to Ryou. "I have heard that you have learned everything in almost all of our classes quite well Mr. Bakura." Ryou blushed a little and nodded slightly, still holding the parcel. "Go ahead and open it."
Hesitantly, Ryou took off the brown paper surrounding what looked like a necklace. Deja Vu,' Ryou thought to himself grimly, before he looked at it more closely. It was a very fine golden chain, and on the end was a very small sparkling hourglass. Ryou held onto the hourglass carefully, it was really pretty, absent mindedly he was about to turn it when Professor McGonagall stopped him.
"You wouldn't want to turn that yet Mr. Bakura," she told him.
"What is it?"
"It is a Time-Turner, you will have to use this to get to all of your classes." Ryou looked up at Professor McGonagall in confusion. "Tell me, do you think you could decide what classes you would like to take this year?"
"I would like to take all of them," Ryou said quietly.
"Well, you can with this," Professor McGonagall said to him. "This Time- Turner can take you back in time, so you can be in more than one place at once." Ryou's eyes widened at this. "But, you aren't allowed to tell anyone. In fact you have to swear you won't." Ryou nodded, not talking his eyes off of the small hourglass.
"How does it work?"
"You turn it," said Professor McGonagall, and so she continued with all of the rules and properties of the small trinket before once again making Ryou swear not to tell anyone. Then, standing up she said," Now, we better head down to the feast and get you sorted." Ryou once again followed Professor McGonagall down the marble staircase and into the entrance hall. Professor McGonagall led him through a pair of large double doors into the Great Hall.
Once again, Ryou was in awe at the splendor and magnificence of the castle. Thousands of lit candles floated above four long tables, where the rest of the school was sitting. Golden plates and goblets laid beautifully over the tables and a head tables was at the end of the hall, seating what looked like all of the teachers. Ryou looked up into the rafters to see the nighttime sky, glistening stars against the deep indigo sky. He remembered reading somewhere that it was bewitched to look like that. Ryou dropped his gaze and followed Professor McGonagall through a little crowd of students, all looking about 11 years old. 'Must be the first years,' he thought to himself.
Professor McGonagall walked up to a short little man that reminded Ryou strangely of a dwarf from fairy tales. He was reading off names it sounded like. "Peters, Sarah," he said in a high squeaky voice. A short, blonde- haired girl with forest green eyes walked up to a stool placed in front of the teachers table, and put on this old battered up looking witch's hat. All was silent for a moment before a rip near the brim of the hat opened and it shouted. "HUFFLEPUFF!" The table on the right cheered as the girl took off the hat and ran towards that table, sitting down at an empty spot.
Professor McGonagall stood to the side, next to the dwarf man, and Ryou beside her. He could fell about a hundred eyes watching him, making his stomach churn and his face redden slightly. He never really liked being the center of attention. Ryou looked over to the teachers table and saw Ishizu sitting next to Hagrid, she looked over his way and smiled.
She was mocking him.
Ryou pulled a face on her, feeling slightly more confident, making Ishizu snigger a little before going back to watching the sorting. Time seemed to pass slowly, and the students were getting bored as the names got towards the end, which led to more people looking over in Ryou's direction. Ryou tried to ignore it by watching the sorting, but only ended up staring at his feet instead.
After 'Zanni, John' left for the Slytherin table, an old man stood at the up. He was at the very center table; he had long silver hair and beard, and half moon spectacles on the bridge of his nose.
"Welcome, to another year at Hogwarts!" he said, his voice echoing through the hall. "I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster here at Hogwarts. I am saying this to all of our new students, including a transfer student from Japan; Mr. Ryou Bakura." Now Ryou turned really red as all eyes rested on him. "He is entering sixth year, but does not yet have a house, so now he will be sorted. Mr. Bakura, if you please."
Ryou blushed harder, and walked up to the old hat, sitting down on the stool and putting the hat on his head. Even though he wasn't 11, the hat still didn't really fit right and slid over his eyes.
"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. Ryou gripped the stool-side, afraid it was Bakura for a moment. "You seem to have two minds here," the voice said. Ryou's grip loosened a little. "Well, Harry Potter's cousin. He was quite difficult to place, as are you. Which soul should I search?"
/Mine./ Ryou said through his mind link, knowing that it was blocked at the moment.
"Well, that makes this more difficult. That other soul, it is old, but belongs in Slytherin."
/I don't want to be in Slytherin./ Ryou thought quickly.
"Indeed? Well, that is exactly what your cousin said. Let's see, quite bright aren't you, Ravenclaw is definitely on the table. Not much of a leader, that would make you Hufflepuff material, but. You can be a leader at times of desperation, and quite a good one at that. Hmm." The hat was quite for a minute, making Ryou even more nervous. "Well, that means all that's left is GRYFFINDOR!" Ryou could hear the hat's voice echo through the hall, and the table on the far left cheered more loudly than they did for the first years. Ryou took off the hat and walked over towards the table, sitting down next to Harry, who smiled at him.
Ryou looked over at Ishizu who smiled at him, yet another mocking smile and Ryou stuck his tongue out at her. The black haired Egyptian shook her head, still smiling in mockery. Then gave him a look that said, 'Just wait till after dinner.'
Dumbledore once again stood up, beaming at all of his students. "As you can see, we have two new professors, taking our Ancient Runes post is Professor Ishtar." There was quite an applause for Ishizu, probably because Ishizu was the youngest Professor there. Ryou clapped loudest, and after that died away, Dumbledore continued. "And our second new professor, Professor Fletcher, who has kindly taken the Defense Against the Dark Arts post." Another round of applause was sounded for the unshaven man at the end of the table. He had long, straggly ginger hair and pale blue eyes. He just nodded, smiling a little; but a sly smile, kind-of indicating he was a thief or something.
"Well, I believe that is all of importance," Dumbledore said. "Let the feast begin!"
Suddenly the plates and goblets filled with food and drink right before Ryou's eyes. Ryou's jaw dropped, the dishes were piled with food of all kinds. What Ryou had pictured as a feast was nothing compared to what was laid before him. Roast beef, pork, lamb chops, steak, boiled potatoes, bacon, carrots, pudding, gravy, even peppermints. It wasn't until that second that Ryou realized he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast!
All he could do was dig in, forgetting all about his troubles he was supposed to discuss with Ishizu after the feast.
And how odd the school year would be.
TBC . . .
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Freai: That kind-of sucked.
DM: (nods) You could have done better.
Freai: No I couldn't. If I did it would be too over done.
DM: (smirks)
Freai: -.- I have a feeling that no matter what I do you'll always find something bad about it.
DM: Bingo!
Freai: -.-
Oh well . . .
Special thanks to my reviewers who have been with me since the beginning of the story!
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Oh yeah, an important note:
Due to camp in the morning and work in the afternoon it is hard for me to update all of my stories. (I use to have 11 if anyone remembers) So, I am just going to be focusing on one at a time. Of course, this one is what I'm focusing on now.
This should mean that I will update faster. I'm sorry to all who have been reading my stories that were RUDELY deleted by ff.net. They will be back up in time, I would just like to finish all that I have written, none of my stories are being thrown away. I have all of them saved on my other computer that doesn't have internet access. -.- (And most are so scattered and random I have no idea where they are going and have to find plots)
Please forgive me for my unorganized methods.
(Sheesh that was formal)
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Freai
DM: She's finally updating.
Yumi no Oni: About time too.
Freai: A lot of people pointed out that I missed my little [6] thing on the last chapter. I was just going to tell you that yes, he needed to talk to Ishizu about Bakura coming back. I just kind-of . . . forgot.
DM: Dumbass.
Freai: XP
DM: Oh, very adult like.
Yumi no Oni: Let's give a round of applause for maturity people!
- crowd goes wild -
Freai: -.- I hate everyone.
DM: Really?
Freai: Yes, EXCEPT MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS!!!!! :D
DM: -.- could have guessed.
Freai: A lot of people asked exactly where I was going with this story, well. (evil laughter) You will just have to find out! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA- (cough cough) HAHAHAHAHA!
DM: But she does have a plot!
Freai: Which shall be shown . . . . soon . . . . I think.
DM: -.- Try not to think.
Freai: OKAY! Here's the next chapter!!!!
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Freai: oh, almost forgot! (ahem) MALIK!!!!!!!!
Malik: Freai doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter.
Freai: Good boy! XD
Malik: -.- I don't get paid enough for this.
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The train started to slow down a few minutes later. Ryou sat near the door, barley hearing the announcement to leave all of their stuff on the train. He could feel his stomach churn as the train finally stopped. Hermione joined them outside on the small dark platform, which seemed even darker with everyone dressed in their black robes.
Ryou stood out in particular; his silver-white hair contrasted extremely with his black school robes. All the while, his insides were taking a roller coaster ride in anticipation, not to mention he was shivering from the bitter cold night air.
It was then that the four heard an all too familiar voice. "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" It was then that a thought came to Ryou, and Harry seemed to read his mind.
"Uh, I guess you come with us Ryou," he said uneasily. "Your not a first year." Ryou just nodded, still utterly confused with his situation. Ryou silently followed the three former Hogwarts students out on to the dark, damp, rain-washed road near the Hogsmaeade Station. He saw a hundred or so carriages that he suspected would take them to Hogwarts. Standing between each of the carriages shafts were two horse-like creatures.
Ryou had never seeing any real magical creature besides the garden gnomes at the Weasley's. The creatures were remarkable; they looked like fleshless horses! Their black coats seemed to be clinging to their skeletons, indicating every bone was quite visible. Compared to the pictures he had seen, their heads were slightly dragonish, and their white pupil-less eyes were blank and staring. Vast, black, leathery wings sprouted from each wither, reminding Ryou of bat wings. The creatures stood as still as statues, quiet, and carried an eerie and sinister air around them.
Ryou was fighting the urge to go and touch one, just to make sure he wasn't seeing things. The one nearest him, turned its head, blank white eyes looking straight at him. It swished its long tail, before shaking it's black main and staring straight front like the rest of them.
"Can you see them?" came a sudden voice behind Ryou, making him jump. Ryou looked back at his cousin, who was also looking at the creatures, but no one else seemed to notice them.
"W-What are they?" Ryou asked, shivering from the cold.
"Thestrals," Harry told him. "We're one of the few that can see them." Harry motioned for Ryou to follow him into the carriage where Hermione and Ron were already sitting in. With one last look at the creatures, he climbed into the carriage and sat next to Hermione.
It was so dark outside that Ryou couldn't see anything out of the carriage window, though he wish he could. He felt quite uncomfortable in the deadly silence that seemed to fill the carriage.
"So, who was it?" Harry finally asked. Ryou looked up at him, to see who exactly he asked, to find all three looking at him.
"What?"
"You can see the Thestrals, so who was it?" Harry asked again. Ryou looked confused, what did he mean-
'Wait, I read something about Thestrals,' he thought to himself. 'Um . . . only people who have seen death can see a Thestral.' Then it dawned on him. 'Oh . . . '
"Um . . . " he was silent for a moment. Ryou had witnessed too many deaths to count, and most of them were at his own hands when Bakura was in charge of his body. Of course, he couldn't tell them that! He could lie . . . .
But Ryou wasn't very good at lying. Wait! How could he forget, he was there when his sister died . . .
The doctors wouldn't let him in to see his mother before she died. Only his father, so Ryou had to sit in the waiting room with his little 4-year-old sister, Amane, while his mother slowly slipped away. But when Amane got really sick, he was there with her the whole time. Even when she passed away.
"My sister," he muttered, looking at the ground. The silence seemed to have once again filled the carriage, and Ryou looked out the window once more, only to meet something that would push out his memories of his sister's death quickly.
The damp road was now visible from the light that reflected from the vast, gray stone castle atop the mountain. It looked enormous with all of the towers and turrets, and then the numberless windows sparkling against the starry sky and reflecting out on to the great black lake. Ryou was in awe. That was where he would be living for the next 10 months!
The carriages jingled to a halt in front of the stone steps that led to the great oak doors. Ryou silently followed the others up the stone steps and into the castle. But before they even stepped through the giant doors a voice called out someone's name.
"Harry Potter!" Even though she called out only Harry's name, the four turned around to see a tall, black haired witch coming towards them. Her hair was up in a tight bun and she had a very stern face, reminding Ryou of his old history teacher, and he had been the only one in the entire student body that didn't get a detention from her.
"Ah, good. And Mr. Bakura is here as well," she said. Her voice was sharp and she seemed in quite a hurry.
"If you two would follow me, I would like to have a word with you." She motioned for them to follow and for Hermione and Ron to move along with the rest of the students. Ryou was right behind Harry, but could barley keep up with the other two for he was looking around the vast hallway. It had a flagged stone floor and stone walls with torches along them. The three made their way up the marble staircase, lined with too many pictures to count. And all of them were moving! Some looked like they didn't even belong in the picture at all.
"Hurry up Mr. Bakura," said the witch. "You can see the castle once we are through." Ryou didn't really like the sound of that and picked up his pace as they walked along a long corridor. They entered a door soon later and Ryou found himself in what seemed to be a large classroom! And he meant large, Ryou could fit his apartment twice in there! Ryou stared up into the rafters far above them, the ceiling was so high, even higher than in Seto's mansion.
The witch motioned for Ryou and Harry to sit down as she sat behind a large wooden desk. "I'm sorry for whisking you off like that, and you probably don't know me Mr. Bakura." Ryou shook his head a little. "I'm Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher and the head of Gryffindor house. I'm sure Mr. Potter has told you all about the houses and rules of Hogwarts already." Once again Ryou nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
This tended to happen when he was nervous.
"I won't bite Mr. Bakura," Professor McGonagall said sternly, but probably meant to tease him. "But I do have to speak with you about your class arrangements, that is, after I have a word with you Mr. Potter." Her last statement was directed at Harry, who sat up straight at the mention of his name. She then handed him a packet of some sort, a long with a badge that Ryou could not read from where he was sitting.
"I want to congratulate you Potter," Professor McGonagall said as happily as Ryou had heard her ever since he first saw her about 5 minutes ago. "You are now the new Gryffindor house Quidditch Team Captain." Harry looked stunned, and was quiet for a moment before his face broke into a wide smile.
"Thank you Professor," he said, his breath a little short. Professor McGonagall nodded to him, still smiling; (or close enough to it.)
"You may go on down to the feast while I have a quick word with Mr. Bakura about his course schedule as I said before. I will take him down when we are done, he still has to be sorted." Harry nodded to Ryou before leaving, silently wishing him good luck.
Professor McGonagall took out from behind her desk a small parcel, and handed it to Ryou. "I have heard that you have learned everything in almost all of our classes quite well Mr. Bakura." Ryou blushed a little and nodded slightly, still holding the parcel. "Go ahead and open it."
Hesitantly, Ryou took off the brown paper surrounding what looked like a necklace. Deja Vu,' Ryou thought to himself grimly, before he looked at it more closely. It was a very fine golden chain, and on the end was a very small sparkling hourglass. Ryou held onto the hourglass carefully, it was really pretty, absent mindedly he was about to turn it when Professor McGonagall stopped him.
"You wouldn't want to turn that yet Mr. Bakura," she told him.
"What is it?"
"It is a Time-Turner, you will have to use this to get to all of your classes." Ryou looked up at Professor McGonagall in confusion. "Tell me, do you think you could decide what classes you would like to take this year?"
"I would like to take all of them," Ryou said quietly.
"Well, you can with this," Professor McGonagall said to him. "This Time- Turner can take you back in time, so you can be in more than one place at once." Ryou's eyes widened at this. "But, you aren't allowed to tell anyone. In fact you have to swear you won't." Ryou nodded, not talking his eyes off of the small hourglass.
"How does it work?"
"You turn it," said Professor McGonagall, and so she continued with all of the rules and properties of the small trinket before once again making Ryou swear not to tell anyone. Then, standing up she said," Now, we better head down to the feast and get you sorted." Ryou once again followed Professor McGonagall down the marble staircase and into the entrance hall. Professor McGonagall led him through a pair of large double doors into the Great Hall.
Once again, Ryou was in awe at the splendor and magnificence of the castle. Thousands of lit candles floated above four long tables, where the rest of the school was sitting. Golden plates and goblets laid beautifully over the tables and a head tables was at the end of the hall, seating what looked like all of the teachers. Ryou looked up into the rafters to see the nighttime sky, glistening stars against the deep indigo sky. He remembered reading somewhere that it was bewitched to look like that. Ryou dropped his gaze and followed Professor McGonagall through a little crowd of students, all looking about 11 years old. 'Must be the first years,' he thought to himself.
Professor McGonagall walked up to a short little man that reminded Ryou strangely of a dwarf from fairy tales. He was reading off names it sounded like. "Peters, Sarah," he said in a high squeaky voice. A short, blonde- haired girl with forest green eyes walked up to a stool placed in front of the teachers table, and put on this old battered up looking witch's hat. All was silent for a moment before a rip near the brim of the hat opened and it shouted. "HUFFLEPUFF!" The table on the right cheered as the girl took off the hat and ran towards that table, sitting down at an empty spot.
Professor McGonagall stood to the side, next to the dwarf man, and Ryou beside her. He could fell about a hundred eyes watching him, making his stomach churn and his face redden slightly. He never really liked being the center of attention. Ryou looked over to the teachers table and saw Ishizu sitting next to Hagrid, she looked over his way and smiled.
She was mocking him.
Ryou pulled a face on her, feeling slightly more confident, making Ishizu snigger a little before going back to watching the sorting. Time seemed to pass slowly, and the students were getting bored as the names got towards the end, which led to more people looking over in Ryou's direction. Ryou tried to ignore it by watching the sorting, but only ended up staring at his feet instead.
After 'Zanni, John' left for the Slytherin table, an old man stood at the up. He was at the very center table; he had long silver hair and beard, and half moon spectacles on the bridge of his nose.
"Welcome, to another year at Hogwarts!" he said, his voice echoing through the hall. "I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster here at Hogwarts. I am saying this to all of our new students, including a transfer student from Japan; Mr. Ryou Bakura." Now Ryou turned really red as all eyes rested on him. "He is entering sixth year, but does not yet have a house, so now he will be sorted. Mr. Bakura, if you please."
Ryou blushed harder, and walked up to the old hat, sitting down on the stool and putting the hat on his head. Even though he wasn't 11, the hat still didn't really fit right and slid over his eyes.
"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. Ryou gripped the stool-side, afraid it was Bakura for a moment. "You seem to have two minds here," the voice said. Ryou's grip loosened a little. "Well, Harry Potter's cousin. He was quite difficult to place, as are you. Which soul should I search?"
/Mine./ Ryou said through his mind link, knowing that it was blocked at the moment.
"Well, that makes this more difficult. That other soul, it is old, but belongs in Slytherin."
/I don't want to be in Slytherin./ Ryou thought quickly.
"Indeed? Well, that is exactly what your cousin said. Let's see, quite bright aren't you, Ravenclaw is definitely on the table. Not much of a leader, that would make you Hufflepuff material, but. You can be a leader at times of desperation, and quite a good one at that. Hmm." The hat was quite for a minute, making Ryou even more nervous. "Well, that means all that's left is GRYFFINDOR!" Ryou could hear the hat's voice echo through the hall, and the table on the far left cheered more loudly than they did for the first years. Ryou took off the hat and walked over towards the table, sitting down next to Harry, who smiled at him.
Ryou looked over at Ishizu who smiled at him, yet another mocking smile and Ryou stuck his tongue out at her. The black haired Egyptian shook her head, still smiling in mockery. Then gave him a look that said, 'Just wait till after dinner.'
Dumbledore once again stood up, beaming at all of his students. "As you can see, we have two new professors, taking our Ancient Runes post is Professor Ishtar." There was quite an applause for Ishizu, probably because Ishizu was the youngest Professor there. Ryou clapped loudest, and after that died away, Dumbledore continued. "And our second new professor, Professor Fletcher, who has kindly taken the Defense Against the Dark Arts post." Another round of applause was sounded for the unshaven man at the end of the table. He had long, straggly ginger hair and pale blue eyes. He just nodded, smiling a little; but a sly smile, kind-of indicating he was a thief or something.
"Well, I believe that is all of importance," Dumbledore said. "Let the feast begin!"
Suddenly the plates and goblets filled with food and drink right before Ryou's eyes. Ryou's jaw dropped, the dishes were piled with food of all kinds. What Ryou had pictured as a feast was nothing compared to what was laid before him. Roast beef, pork, lamb chops, steak, boiled potatoes, bacon, carrots, pudding, gravy, even peppermints. It wasn't until that second that Ryou realized he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast!
All he could do was dig in, forgetting all about his troubles he was supposed to discuss with Ishizu after the feast.
And how odd the school year would be.
TBC . . .
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Freai: That kind-of sucked.
DM: (nods) You could have done better.
Freai: No I couldn't. If I did it would be too over done.
DM: (smirks)
Freai: -.- I have a feeling that no matter what I do you'll always find something bad about it.
DM: Bingo!
Freai: -.-
Oh well . . .
Special thanks to my reviewers who have been with me since the beginning of the story!
(Not in any order whatsoever)
Yumi no Oni
The Copper Arabian
Inuko Metallium
Dark-Anime-Lover
Ruth 4 kai
Manga-nut
Maruken
It'sHardToBelieve
Yami-Angel4
Lyn/Lin
Jessi Lupin
Dark Ice Dragon
Freai: Thanks again and I'm glad you've kept up with my scattered updates!
Please review people!!!!
(And as 'The Sylver Kitsune suggested . . . )
RYOU PLUSHIES AND GIANT CHOCOALTE BARS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEW!!!!!!!
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Oh yeah, an important note:
Due to camp in the morning and work in the afternoon it is hard for me to update all of my stories. (I use to have 11 if anyone remembers) So, I am just going to be focusing on one at a time. Of course, this one is what I'm focusing on now.
This should mean that I will update faster. I'm sorry to all who have been reading my stories that were RUDELY deleted by ff.net. They will be back up in time, I would just like to finish all that I have written, none of my stories are being thrown away. I have all of them saved on my other computer that doesn't have internet access. -.- (And most are so scattered and random I have no idea where they are going and have to find plots)
Please forgive me for my unorganized methods.
(Sheesh that was formal)
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Freai