(Lilo: hi! sorry for not updating for something like, uh, three weeks? Reeeeaaaally sorry! *puppy dog eyes*

Marikue: this chapter won't be Diagon Alley yet, but it will be how they 'got' there

Lilo: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh nor do I own Harry Potter! Nothing belongs to me *-_-*)

~Maybe We Should Take the Bus?~

The place was dark. No matter which way Harry looked, all he could see was darkness. He felt as if thousands upon thousands of Dementors were following him but this time, Sirius's death was flashing in front of his eyes. Suddenly he was in a graveyard. The feeling of despair was still there, but he could no longer see or hear his godfather die or his parents. He saw something like a Dementor approach him and it was holding something, a knife? Confusion filled him.

"Where is the portal's dead?!" he heard a voice behind him but he could not turn around. He watched as the Dementor stopped and only a light hiss could be heard.

"THEN DO SO!" there was another voice, more harsh. Harry could feel his heart slowly coming to a halt. Was it Voldemort? The Dementor started to wail. Harry try to take a step back from the creature, it seems to be in great pain. In front of his eyes the graves began to brake, he could see faces emerging. Suddenly Harry felt an arm on his shoulder.

"Which one is your godfather?" it was the first voice, but more gentle this time. Harry's heart was racing, he looked into the faces and there was his godfather, eyes blank as if his soul was drained out of him. "There" he pointed to his godfather's face, heart racing with hope, there was light coming from behind him, he could see a pyramid …. The faces disappeared. His godfather was there, lying on the ground. Light surrounded Sirius's body, that surprised look returned to his face. Harry felt like his body was pulled away from his godfather's. Everything was glowing, the light was blinding him. Harry felt like he was slowly falling through a bottomless pit, there was no end …. He could see nothing, he was alone and his godfather was nowhere to be seen.     

Harry woke up with a start. Still breathing very hard, he heard a light tapping noise and then Uncle Vernon opening the front door.

'We didn't have any guests planned for today' Harry said to himself, slowly getting up from the bed. His head hurt and he felt like hell. That was yet one of the weirdest dreams he had ever had about Sirius. It was scaring Harry that he started to have those dreams again, he learned to block them in his 6th year. He new perfectly that he had blocked Voldemort from accessing his mind and body. Where was that place in his dream anyways?  While putting on his baggy t-shirt he heard that somebody was slowly walking up the stairs and then the footsteps stopped right in front of his door. Harry tensed. There was a light knock and silence.

"Enter" he heard himself say, still trying to shake the memory of the dream off him. The door to his room opened revealing a very happy looking professor McGonagall who was wearing Muggle clothes. Harry could feel his jaw drop to the ground. Never had a professor appeared in his room, not even Sirius. Thinking of him made Harry look away, he still couldn't get over his godfather's death.

"How are you Harry?" she asked, entering his room. During his last year at Hogwarts, Harry lost all of his trust in everybody, but gained a bit for professor McGonagall. He could tell her almost everything, and to the end of the last year, she was the only one he would every talk at all other than answering something in class. He wouldn't be afraid to be made fun of if he would tell her. He of course knew that everything that he told her, she would tell Dumbledore, but he liked it better to only let himself believe that McGonagall would keep it. Forcing a smile to come to his face, he turned to professor McGonagall.

"Like hell" was his simple answer to her question. It was even more hilarious to talk like that with a smile. Professor on the other hand, smiled back and sat down on a chair.

"I could say that I understand, but I don't so I won't say anything at all" it was one of her mind games. Harry smirked in his head, she was good at them.

"Yeah …. So, what brings you here professor?" she wouldn't just come to him in 7 at the morning. He wondered if she wanted to know something but Harry also knew that if it would concern the dream that he had, she wouldn't have any luck. He won't tell his teacher things that he used to tell Ron or Hermione, unless it was something important. If he would, however, tell McGonagall anything, it would be truth that he would hide between the lines.

"I was sent by headmaster to take you and some new transfer students to Diagon Alley since…." She trailed off.

"..since my friends left me" Harry finished her sentence for her. He wasn't touched by it anymore, they left him before and now they did it again. This time though, it seems that their friendship will never go back to being the same, if it ever would go back to being on friendly terms at all.

"Yes. Now, get your stuff! We are supposed to pick them up any minute now." She had some form of excitement in her voice. Maybe it was because she was going shopping and Harry new that when women went shopping, they would usually get hyper, but he decided to leave that thought for later.

"I am ready but how are we going to get to Diagon Alley?" Harry couldn't apparate. He knew that professor could, but it had to be almost impossible to apparate with more than two people. Maybe they are going to use a port key? Or maybe flue powder, who cares anyway.

"Well, first of all, we are going to pick up three exchange students and only then we are going to use flue powder to go to Diagon Alley from their place"

"Yes, how long is it going to take us to pick those three up?" Harry didn't want to waste all day trying to find three other students, who would be just as boring as the rest of Hogwarts, no extreme, no nothing.

"It will take us somewhere around a minute Harry! They live next door!" McGonagall had that note of excitement that almost scared Harry.

"You mean, those four that moved in a couple of days ago?" now that was definitely worth his time. They seem like normal people, well, they were normal in 'Harry's' eyes but surely not Uncle Vernon's.

"Three. Only boys will go, the girl will stay here I suppose …" professor stood up and started to walk towards the door. In Harry's eyes, guys were even better. He didn't want to have anything to do with girls, not now anyways, Hermione was bad enough. Harry grabbed his wand and followed the professor out of his room.

When he reached the stairs, he saw why it was so quiet in the house. Professor McGonagall stunned his aunt, uncle and cousin. He chuckled quietly. Their expressions were funny. He exited their house and heard McGonagall withdraw the stun-spell from his family. He chuckled again, knowing how much he had changed since the day Sirius fell through that black hole in the Ministry of Magic and the moment he new that he would either die or end up killing Voldemort in the end. Not a very happy thought. They were now walking towards Harry's neighbor's house. A small smile crept onto his lips when he remembered the first time he met them. His aunt and uncle decided to visit their neighbors to say 'hello'. Harry had to come along with them for some unknown reason and against his will but in the end it was all worth it. When the door opened, the first thing that greeted them was a chair flying into their direction. Harry, his aunt and uncle managed to dodge it, but Dudley got it in full fore. It hit him square in the face before he could react at all. There was one boy throwing furniture at another who was blocking it somehow or dodging. The one who was dodging had blond hair and was tan. He was cracking up harder and harder with every piece of furniture he was able to dodge. The other one had white hair and seem pretty mad. When they finally noticed Harry and the Dursleys, the one with white hair had blood dripping from his forehead and the one with blond hair had his face covered in blood, including his blond bangs of hair. The boy with now 'red' hair began to lick off the blood from his face and arms. The sight scared Dursleys to hell. They ran and drag Harry along with them though for a second there, Harry actually thought of making friends with those two. He also remembered another one who was sitting on the stairs looking at the two fighting with an amused look on his face and a girl who was yelling at the two who literally destroyed their house.

"Why are you smiling?" professor's question brought Harry back to reality. He didn't realize it but they were now standing in front of his neighbor's front door and McGonagall just knocked.

"I think that those three are pretty good. Hope they are in Gryffindor" Harry replied. Suddenly the front door opened and a girl with long black hair and blue eyes greeted them.

"Hello professor McGonagall. Hello, uh, I didn't catch your name the last time, sorry" she said, looking kindly at Harry.

"Harry Potter" was all that Harry had said. Thank god the girl won't attend Hogwarts. It would be Hermione #2.

"Nice to meet you. I am Isis Ishtar and please do come in. I think the boys woke up already." With that said, the girl led them inside the house. Harry looked around and wondered why all of the furniture and other things were back to normal and everything seems to have it's place, just like the Dursleys house. Maybe he had dreamed up the whole thing? However, what happened next proved to Harry that it was the same house he saw a couple of days ago.

"BBBBAAAAKUUUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!" the scream could be heard if you were even standing two blocks away from there. Harry's smile widened while McGonagall looked a bit scared and Isis, or whatever her name was, looked like she was going to kill. There were more muffled shouts coming from upstairs, but then, Harry heard the same voice scream at the top of his (and Harry was sure that it was male's voice) lungs.

"YOU FUCKING TOMB ROBBING BITCH! GIVE MY FUCKING ROD BACK TO ME!"

"MAKE ME BLONDY!"

"I AM THE LEADER OF THE FUCKING GHOUL ORGANIZATION AND STOP CALLING ME BLONDY YOU BITCH!"

"ROT IN HELL"

"DIE IN SHADOWREALM!"

"I AM SHADOW REALM"

"DREAM ON FUCKER"

"I NEVER LIE!"

"GIVE MY ROD BACK TO ME!"

"NO"

"FUCK YOU, ASS HOLE!"

'Now that is a nice, friendly conversation' Harry thought. He liked those new students already. To his left he could see McGonagall's eyes popping out of their sockets, while the girl began to move closer to the stairs. There was a loud cracking sound, as if the door was broken, then the sound of something heavy falling down the stairs. The two bodies finally hit the bottom and Harry recognized the same two people who he first saw two days ago in this very same house. The blond one was on top of the one with white hair, who was laughing madly. The laugh froze all of the blood in Harry's body. It was worse than Voldemort's.

"GOT IT!" the boy with blond hair screamed, holding a gold dagger in his right hand.

"DAMN YOU" the boy who was pinned to the floor yelled, attempting to get up, but failed.

"FEEL MY WRATH!" blond yelled, ripping the other's shirt with the dagger and making a long gash on the other's arm. Blood started to flow. To somebody else it might have been disgusting, but to Harry, it was pleasant. He never really realized how pretty blood looked before Sirius left him, but after that, he loved blood more than anything else. Back to present, the two were now laughing on the floor as if nothing had happened. On the contrary, it looked like they just had a fun of their life times. The girl was tapping her foot impatiently and standing in front of them while McGonagall was looking from the two laughing heaps to Harry, who was smiling widely. The laughing stopped when the two boys noticed that the girl was standing in front of them. They quickly got up from the floor though their smiles were still on their faces.

"Those who were going to take you to buy your supplies are here." Isis said through gritted teeth.

"Oh" said the blond one while the one who had white hair and a gash on his right armed walked up to McGonagall and stuck out his right hand that was currently covered in blood.

"My name is Bakura, Ryou Bakura and over there," he jerked his right arm in direction of the blond, spraying the carpet with even more blood from his arm "that is Marik, Marik Ishtar. There is also Yugi Motou or "Yami". Mr Lazyass is upstairs right now" McGonagall shook his arm lightly and quickly let go. She had that shocked expression on her face, afraid of the teenager who was standing in front of her and silently praying for him to be in some other house rather than hers.Then Bakura turned to Harry and started walking towards him. "Hey pal. Having a good day?" he put his right arm around Harry's back and pat him lightly before letting go. When Bakura noticed that Harry was starring at his arm, he shrugged lightly. "It's normal," he said, pointing to his arm. " when Mr. Lazyass will get down here or I will go up to him, he will heal it so no prob. with that." after that said he started to walk towards the stairs and when he almost reached them, he turned around to cast another glance to everybody before going upstairs.

Marik, on the other hand, sat down on the floor, pocketed his dagger before Harry could get a better look at it, and looked at McGonagall. "So, when are we leaving?"

"How can somebody do something like, like THAT?" McGonagall seem to return to normal and she completely ignored Marik's question. "Are you sure that it can be healed? How can they heal it? It is a very advance magic!" 

"It is their normal behavior professor" Isis said, bowing her head. "THAT is the reason I would REALLY like to send them to Hogwarts! Maybe there they will learn some manners…."

McGonagall looked at Isis weirdly but then shook it off when Bakura re-emerged from upstairs with another boy, Yami, by his side. Harry noticed that the gash was gone but Bakura still wore the same shirt even though it was teard at the sleeve and covered in blood. The other one had tri colored hair and looked somewhat series comparing to the other two. He looked like a punk and also had a little bit of blood on his shirt.

"Good morning" he said in a deep voice. Harry heard that voice somewhere, he new he did. "My name is Yugi Motou, or Yami." the boy said politely.

"Morning" McGonagall seemed to be relived that at least one of them had manners or so it seemed.

"Shall we?" Bakura asked, walking outside.

"Professor, are you SURE that we should use flue powder? Maybe we should just take the bus to Diagon alley?" Harry asked, remembering his first encounter with flue powder.

"I think you are right Harry, we will take the bus" McGonagall said following Bakura out of the door.  

"Bye sis!" Marik said and ran after his friend.

"I can't believe Bakura is wearing that shirt!" Isis exclaimed but realized that it was too late.

"We will behave, Isis." Yami said, hugging her lightly and making her blushed. Isis mumbled something in her turn. "Lets go then Harry." Yami let Harry exit first, than closed the door after him and himself.

"Ra help them" Isis murmured and fell on the couch.

Harry was now walking between Bakura and Yami, while Mairk was walking next to Bakura and McGonagall was walking beside Yami. Harry actually already liked those three. The three exchange students seem pretty confident with everything they did and it would be easier to say that they had that sadistic air to them. Harry could feel their power slightly and he could only sense something as strong as that in fourth grade when Dumbledore was in rage. Now he walked quietly next to the two who seem complete opposite. On his left, Bakura, felt like Voldemort himself was walking beside Harry, as for Yami, it felt like there was Dumbledore. Why did Harry always have to be in the middle of something? Then there was that dream again, and Harry was SURE that Voldemort had something to do with it. Maybe he found something else? More powerful? He didn't know the prophesy, but what if there were other ways?

"professor" Harry began, looking towards McGonagall. Everyone was now paying attention to him.

"yes?" she asked, not sure what he wanted.

" professor, is, is there a place of internal darkness?"

"yu…." Bakura suddenly begun but was elbowed by Marik. Only Harry noticed that though, and maybe Yami, but the boy didn't show that. McGonagall seemed to be in deep thought for a second but then smiled.

"no, though there are some legends that something like that exists. It says that that world holds powers to destroy our whole entire Galaxy."

" a full galaxy?" Harry's eyes widened. Could it be that Voldemort found a way?

"yes, Salathar Slytherin, before his death or so the legend say, said that he knew a way in ….. or a way to control it, though the power was too great for him. He said that whoever wield the 'realm' would either possess great power, or had to be immortal. Only when being immortal can he or she rule it without dying the next day." She stopped. " it is only a legend. Nobody even sure that it is true because Salathar die thousands of years ago, and it is hardly ever possible that somebody was there in time of his death to record this. It is believed to be a fairy tale"

"Chamber of Secrets was a fairy tale too" Harry said sarcastically.

"Salathar was powerful and about the Chamber the others knew, but about this …… nobody." McGonagall said and sat on the bench at the bus stop. They've reached it already without Harry realizing it.

"bullshit" Harry heard Bakura mutter while Yami smirked. Marik on the other hand looked thoughtful at what McGonagall had said. They just stood there for something like five minutes but then all three turned their attention to Harry.

"So, are you punk?" Bakura asked, looking at Harry's clothes.

"No, this is my cousin's old clothes." was Harry's simple reply.

"Wanna be one?" Yami asked, looking Harry up and down as well.

"Sure," what can they possibly do with those old things, Harry thought.

"hmmmmmmm" Marik said pulling out a dagger. Harry noticed that it was silver, another one.

"Where did you get that?" Bakura asked and you could hear a bit of jealousy in his tone.

"Stole it from Isis" Marik stuck his tong out.

"hmphf!" Bakura folded his arms.

Yami walked slowly to Marik, took the dagger from him and began approaching Harry.

"huh?" Harry said. It wasn't very comfortable to have somebody approaching you with a knife in their hand.

"Don't worry, I will only cut your clothes a bit, I won't cut your body in any way, but I wouldn't say that the other two can promise the same": yami said, cutting Harry's pant slowly.

"do whatever you want" Harry said and closed his eyes. 'Better not see that dagger' he thought. Somewhere after 20 minutes of cutting Yami took a step back to observe his work.

"Done! When we get back, we will just have to add a couple of earrings…."

Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked down at himself. He never actually thought that the things he was wearing right no could be turned into something like he was wearing right now. His faded jeans had a long cut starting from the bottom and going up to his knee. The other leg was sliced with long gashes. His sleeves were almost cut off, but they still held on his arms. He could also feel gashes on his back.

"cool" was all that escaped his mouth. Yami looked pretty happy and McGonagall looked like she was going to have a heart attack.

"how can something like that be cool Harry?!" she asked in awe, but Harry was saved from answering her question by the bus that came up. They quickly got on, Yami paid for their tickets and they sat at the back. This time, Harry was sitting next to the widow and Marik was sitting to his right. Yami was sitting in the middle of Bakura and Marik, and McGonagall was sitting next to Bakura. Harry could see that she was slightly afraid of Bakura though she tried not to show it.

"why did you ask about the realm of internal sleep and shadow" Marik asked Harry. It seemed that he knew something that either Harry or McGonagall did.

"sleep? What do you mean by that?" Harry asked, not getting what Marik meant. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Yami closing his eyes and smiling, Bakura was smirking and McGonagall was paying attention even though it looked like she was concentrated on the outside.

"It means that your body won't get old or anything, only your soul will suffer. When somebody who is weak enters it, they will automatically fall asleep, and if it is somebody who has a strong spirit and soul might suffer of despair before they will fall asleep. If left in the Shadow Realm, after many millenniums you can still retrieve both, body and soul. However, if left for too long, there might be some things that you will eventually forget. Even so, after some time, your memories will be back if you have the right 'clue'" Marik suddenly stopped, thoughtfully looking at Harry.

"What kind of sleep is that?" McGonagall asked.

"a sleep where your mind will only see darkness. It will be as though you are awake yet you cannot move or say anything. Darkness will be before you and you might loose your mind." Bakura added.

"Non sense! No such thing is possible!" McGonagall exclaimed.

"If you do not believe, you will forget about this conversation" Yami said calmly.

"You cannot just put a memory charm on me! You don't even have a wand yet!" Harry noticed that the trio remain calm.

"Harry, we can not trust you yet, so you will forget what you just heard along with your teacher. However, if you will earn our trust later on, this memory might resurface in your mind" Yami's voice turned cold. It sent shivers down Harry's spine.

"I don't have anyone to tell it to anyways so do whatever you want. My friends abounded me and I have no family of my own. They all died." Harry stared Yami directly in the eye. He felt as if Yami could see everything within his mind, just like Snape. After a few more minutes, Yami turned to Marik and Bakura, and started to speak in a language Harry did not understand.

"should we let him remember?" Yami asked Bakura and Marik in ancient Egyptian.

"poor kid had his mother and father killed by some jerk" Bakura already knew everything about Harry. He used his millennium eye to look into his mind.

"I kinda like that kid, maybe we should keep him in our gang. I mean, he seems to know a lot about the wizards and we won't have to look into his mind every five seconds. All we'll have to do is ask. He seems pretty lost right now. I still think that we should block the memory of what he had just heard. Just to be safe, but like you said, unblock it when he will have trust in us and we will have trust in him. It won't happen tomorrow because when you lose someone you love, trust is almost like finding a millennium item in broad day light"  Marik remembered how he felt when his father died or when he had to have the memory of the pharaoh carved onto his back.

"then we will keep him, but the memory must not remain with him or his teacher. The kid looks like he will believe anything. He knows when something is truth or a lie. All we have to do is accept him. Beside, he knows the deadly curses. That could be useful.  We could find more, or can simply look into his mind. one or the other, but we will certainly keep him. He is between life and death and we DO know what that means." Yami stopped and turned to Harry.

"You will have it blocked, but your teacher will forget for eternity" it was simple. Yami's puzzle began to glow. The next second Harry and McGonagall were both looking out of the window again. They did not remember a thing that Marik had said.

"Harry, tell me this. Does your aunt and uncle allow you to bring guests? I don't want to sound rude, but it would be really nice if we could come over to your house sometimes, seeing that we will have a lot of catching up to do." Yami winked to Harry.

"sure" Harry watched Yami nod and close his eyes, probably drifting into his own little world.

Harry just stared out of the window. It was creeping him out. Maybe he was just imagining things? Harry knew he had a very strong imagination, and because of that, Sirius died. They three were ok but there was something missing but Harry didn't want to think of that now. Maybe, Harry thought, maybe there is a way to drag Sirius out of that blackness that he fell through a year ago? Voldemort retuned…… Maybe there was a way to return Sirius as well. Maybe Dumbledore just didn't want Harry to get into more mess than he already was in?  Harry could feel his head bursting in half. He was already walking with McGonagall and the others towards the pub. Maybe, Harry thought, maybe this year, his last year at Hogwarts, maybe he would be able to kill Voldemort and put a stop to everything. Before, when he was a child, he wanted his parents back more than anything. Now, all he wanted was his godfather back, and the desire to avenge Sirius and kill Voldemort burned in him so strong, that sometimes, he was willing to do everything, even die himself, only to be back with his godfather again.

(Lilo: ^_^ I made this chapter super long to make up for those three weeks that I didn't update. Please do forgive me! Also, I am kinda moving to a new house, so I 'might' hold the update for a bit, but you never know! Oh, and fanfiction didn't work today, July 19. I would've updated today, but I uh, can't.

Mirokue: R&R)