(Lilo: hello! I was just thinking .. I am not rushing this story, am i? I personally don't think so but still…. Anyways, I should stop rambling and here is the next chapter!
Marikue: Lilo doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter. Peace out!)
~ The one who can not be controlled~
Knock. Knock.
"Enter" professor Dumbledore said, lifting his head from the book he was currently looking through to take a swift glance at the intruder. The door to his office was slowly pushed open and Snape quietly entered the room, closing the door behind his in one swift motion. His clothes were badly burned and there was dry blood on his face and hands here and there. As he walked, Dumbledore noticed that he was limping slightly though he tried not to show it. Upon reaching Dumbledore's desk, Snape quickly sat in a chair facing the headmaster, breathing hard as though he an ten miles.
"What happened to you Severus? What kind of creature was it this time?" Dumbledore's voice was almost sad. By now you could see just how old he was with all the wrinkles that appeared upon his face.
"It was a dragon type, and hell! It was a strong one! That basted little demon" Snape exclaimed between pants.
"What did it look like? How did he summon it? How? " Dumbledore asked impatiently, flipping the page of his book to index.
"I have no idea, but it was strong, the deadly curse only stopped it for a second or two, then it started attacking again. Dumbledore, this is hopeless! Voldemort drags them out of hell! " Snape exclaimed.
"It may be so, but I wouldn't say that yet. We have got … reinforcements. They are the best of the best once there is, one of them is the King of Games. If we can figure out the way to summon the creatures just like Voldemort did, than maybe we can still stand the chance, maybe." Dumbledore was now looking through the book he was reading earlier, searching. "How did it look like?"
"It was blue, and I DON'T KNOW! It as spitting FIRE every single SECOND! I am glad that I got away! I thought that I was a goner!" Snape exclaimed, standing up.
"Calm down Severus!" Dumbledore exclaimed, finally pausing at one of the pages. "Is this it?" he turned the book so that Snape could see the picture of a blue dragon with a ball of fire coming out of its mouth.
"Yes, it is that blasted thing" Snape said, lowering himself into the chair again. "What is it?" he asked.
"I am not a specialist in ancient writings as I have told you before but I will try my best." Dumbledore replied. "It says here that this is The Guardian Of the Fortress, The Winged Dragon. Then there is a bunch of things I don't get, but it isn't even in the medium league. It is the lower class. One of the weakest of dragons I presume." Dumbledore replied, returning his gaze onto Snape who was now in a definite fury.
"That thing is unbeatable! I shudder to think what kind of creature would be a higher class if this is one of the weakest!" Snape practically screamed.
"As far as I know, the three new students who will be attending our school know these monsters very well." Dumbledore replied in a calm tone.
"huh?" Snape asked, clearly confused.
"do you remember me telling you that there was a game played that was called "Duel Monsters" and that Japanese magical society had problems with monsters immerging from something called 'Duel Disks' it is said to become a game of life and death"
"yes, I remember now" Snape replied slowly, remembering being in Japan and watching one of those tournament. It was quite a show.
"The three new students that I was telling you about are friends of Isis Ishtar, one of my, should I say, muggle friends. She asked me to take care of the three, seeming that they became too involved in the game. She never tells me anything actually, and it is almost impossible to lure anything out of her. As far as I know, those three are masters, the best of the best. There is, of course, another muggle, but he possesses no magical power what so ever."
"then the three do have something?" Snape asked, scratching the dried blood off his hand.
"yes, they do. I am afraid to think, that they cannot control it throu.." Dumbledore paused as McGonagall burs into the office without knocking. She almost ran up to his desk and slammed her palms on the well polished wood.
"Dumbledore, you can't POSSIBLY be thinking of admitting the three demons to our school! They are psychos!" she practically screamed, stomping her foot.
At that, Dumbledore raised one eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"
"you heard me! They are PHYCHOS! They turned Harry into a , a … punk! They behave like they own the place, they have no manners WHAT SO EVER! It will be the same as bringing Voldemort into the castle HIMSELF! This is absurd!" she yelled in rage.
"That is not such a bad idea.." Dumbledore mused jokingly.
"This isn't funny, I mean business" McGonagall snapped hotly.
"Give me reasons Minerva, and please come off professor Snape's foot. I think it has been through enough for today." Dumbledore replied looking at Snape, who was currently suffering from the fact that McGonagall was almost crushing his foot into a pancake.
"Oh dear, I am so sorry!" McGonagall said quickly, practically jumping off the foot that has been through ice and flame today. Snape quickly brought it up and began massaging it.
"Go to the hospital wing, Severus" Dumbledore ordered, and Snape was way too happy not to complain. He quickly jumped off the chair he was sitting in and practically raced out of the office.
"It never occurred to me" McGonagall said sadly, "that I was standing on his foot. He looked pretty banged up as it is."
"He looks just as he feels but please Minerva, stay on the subject at hand right now.' Dumbedore said sternly. Unknown to anyone, Dumbledore wished to die now more than anything, but he knew that he would have to stand strong. However all he wanted to do was to rest, just for an hour with out any problems or to get a decent sleep. None of those were possible at the moment.
"They are a treat to the world around them! And they use magic without a need for their wand!" McGonagall exclaimed, everything that happened that day is still raw in her head. "just like Harry" she added as an after thought.
"Should we use pensive?(a/n wut was that thing called where you store memories?) " Dumbledore suggested.
"nah, I am fine" McGonagall replied with a shrug.
"Very well then, what did the three trouble makers do?" He asked, wondering if this was what Isis meant by uncontrollable.
"Well, they cut Harry's clothes, snapped at the minister of magic, defeated a bunch of Dementors, no, scratch that, 1000 Dementors without their wand and they would always change the topic every time I would ask them anything about it." She paused, looking at the book on Dumbledore's desk, then continued "their wands appeared in, uh, a box? Then one of them opened it with a wand-turned-key and summoned some creatures relevant to Voldemort's but I only remember one name now, Diabound. That thing was gigantic. The rest were dragons. Actually, I think all three were dragons but I am not sure. By the way .." she paused, noticing that Dumbledore wasn't paying any attention to her anymore. "are you paying attention?" she snapped.
"yes and no" Dumbledore replied, turning the page over. Suddenly, an ear piercing scream could be heard from the book. Dumbledore almost jumped out of his skin, shutting the book quickly, he looked as the blood began to trickle down his long nose.
"What happened?" McGonagall screeched, her wand out. " what did you see?"
"nothing, nothing." He replied quietly, looking up at her for the first time after the book was shut. "go, we will talk later." He snapped.
" Albus, what's wrong" Mcgonagall asked in concern. "there is blood running down you nos…"
"LEAVE!"
"yes sir " Mcgonagll fled the office, leaving Dumbledore to stand where he was.
"what did it mean?" he asked himself quietly, whipping the blood off his face. The page he saw, it was covered with it, blood … it, it said 'death'.
"what could it mean" he asked himself quietly, knowing that there is no answer but what bothering him was the fact that he had seen it before, but where?
While wizard's world stayed alert and ready to fight, Harry was sitting mindlessly on the porch of his aunt and uncle's house. Actually, he did not volunteer to do so, but basically he was simply kicked out, of course, not after he blew up a couple a vases and cups. He had the privilege to do so since he wasn't using his wand and that the blowing up happened on accident. In more basic words, nobody from the ministry dared to bother Harry, not anymore, for when they did, they would mysteriously disappear, another trick he knew, using his mind connection with Voldemort to kill them, with out a trace. Sometimes he wondered, that maybe in his first grade, it was a mistake in not giving Voldemort the Philosopher's Stone. If he would kill him after that, well, then he, Harry, wouldn't have to suffer all those years. If Voldemort kept his promise, resurrecting his parents and keeping Harry at his side, than it would be even better. They would together lift Dementors from Azkaban and free Sirius. Together, they would be able to silence the world and life off of the philosopher's stone, easy as that..
"it is hopeless to mourn for the past. I did not accept, and that is all that matters." Harry finished off his train of thoughts, looking up at the sky. Suddenly, there was a big explosion and his neighbor's front door burst open. Looking at his watch, Harry noticed that it was only 9 o'clock in the morning. "I wonder what they are doing up this early." He asked himself, stretching his legs and getting off the porch. Upon getting closer to the front door, Harry decided to warn them that he was coming in, not wanting to meet the same fate as his cousin Dudley did, a few days ago. To think of it, Dudley still had a black eye as a reminder of a rule that he now learned: "Never. Stand. In. Front. Of. The. Door. When. There. Is. Something. Going. On. In. The. House." Simple.
"Guys….." Harry called out, and whatever was going on in the house abruptly stopped. Peering over the edge, Harry saw a scene that made him re-state the rule: "Never. Stand. In. Front. Of. Your. Neighbor's. Front. Door. On. Any. Occasion". Yami, who's veins were popping out, was standing in the middle of the living room, facing the front door and holding a vase in his right hand, while pinning Marik to the floor with the other. When they noticed Harry peering over the edge, Yami quickly got off Marik and Marik gave Yami back the Millennium Scale.
"come in" Yami said, while Marik go off the floor started dusting off his clothes. Cautiously, Harry entered the room. It was only his second time in his neighbor's house, meaning that he actually entered the room, and he was without any teachers or anything at this point.
"Don't worry, we just do that to irritate Isis or when we are, errrrr, bored." Marik said with a smile noticing Harry's tension, while Yami glared towards Marik. After those words were spoken, Harry relaxed a bit and smiled.
"Wanna watch TV while Mr. I Must Be Clean gets out of the shower?" Yami asked with a slightly playful tone, motioning for Harry to follow him.
" Mr. Clean …… who?" Harry asked, utterly confused.
"Kura" Marik replied, waving the next question off with his hand, he continued. "I mean, Bakura. It's just what we call him sometimes, Kura."
"oh" Harry replied, realizing that the answer was simple, he just had to look for it. It was obvious with his other encounters with the three that they would put a 'Mr. blah blah' depending on what a certain person in question was doing. While he walked, he wondered what nickname they would give him, maybe Mr. Voldemort? He mentally slapped himself at the thought, though it seem pretty damn funny. Voldemort would bust in rage that somebody took his name and made fun of it while Dumbledore would shake his head. 'screw them' Harry thought, and sat down on the couch next to Marik while Yami lowered himself down onto the floor laying down on his stomach and flicked the TV on. A reporter appeared on the screen and began talking about some criminal organizations.
"damn" Marik growled." Why does Isis watch that crap? It's boring"
"Please remove any young children from the TV screen for what you will see next will definitely disturb them"
"hey, listen" Yami suddenly said, turning the volume up. It was so loud that Harry was sure that it would wake up the whole entire neighborhood in a range of 3 kilometers.
"Though police is currently trying to deal with the incident in Egypt, they are still being pressed down by GHOULS, an ominous name that every living in Egypt, Japan and Britain are afraid to speak. This gang of thousands of people are slowly corrupting everything in its way, though we still cannot be sure of their current goal. A couple of years ago, at the Duelest Tournament in Japan, some of our reporter managed to catch a glimpse of their leader or so we are let on to believe right now. Battle City Tournament was show on the screen and there was Mai driving with Serenity, Duke and Tristan, making that super duper twisted turn. The next one was a helicopter catching a wagon and then falling into the water, following by a major explosion. The very last one was the Island in the water, a helicopter hovering over it and then a big explosion. From there, a blue eyes white dragon immerged, or so it seemed in the video. The very last clip shoved Marikue, wearing tight white pants and a black sleeveless shirt, shoving his middle finger to the camera's, followed by a flash of light and as if there was something wrong with the cameras because all that the could see was pitched black. The last person that you have witnessed is the oh-so-called master, and as you can see, he is lacking of manners. Please be careful when you are on the streets and if such a presence is noticed anywhere in sight, please either call or run, for he is known for the lust of blood. The video started playing again, and it showed Marikue standing in the middle of the street, holding a dagger in his right hand and a wriggling cat in his left. Then, with one swing, the cat's stomach was opened, and Marikue ripped out the gut, carefully laying it onto the pavement so it would read 'DEATH TO PHARAOH" then, after that was done, he brought the dead cat's head up to his mouth and started to suck out it's eyes. As you can see, this is the reason of us warning you not to let little kids see this. This is terrible and police is trying to do anything in its hands to stop this for good!
~CLCIK~ the TV went off and an eerie silence filled the room.
Harry gulped slightly and stared at Marik with his jaw touching the ground. " it was …. it is you, isn't?"
(LIlo: cliffhanger! ^_^ some may shoot me for leaving it at that! I know but it was fun! Please do not sue me for torturing the cat like that (cries: pooooorr kitty) it was just a part of the story. Anyways, the rating is PG – 13 so ya ^_^ I hope you liked it ^_^ the next chapter will be fuuuuun! Dudley will be tortured! *wink* *wink*
Mirokue: you made me sound like a complete lunatic …. Noooo, scratch that, MANIAC!
Lilo: SORRY! I had to do that, it is just a part of the plot, you will see! ^_^
Marikue: *sniff* R&R please)
PS: I live in Ontario, Canada and I didn't have electricity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -___________- I would've updated earlier.