(Lilo: Thank you guys for understanding the small dilemma that I had yesterday but today I am finally project-free! Actually, I still have to do a geo map but let us not talk about that! lol. I never new that the book actually stated that Harry had his scar in the middle of his forehead! Lol, maybe I knew but I obviously did not remember. Ahhhh, the painting of Sirius' mother …… I have plans for her because she annoys me too much but first I must finish off Kreatchur! (please tell me how to spell his name and I will repost this chapter with his correct name because I sadly gave my fifth book to my friend and she went on a holiday and took it with her so now I can't see the proper way to spell the thing) . ah yes, …… um ….. I forgot what I wanted to say! *looks around for help*
Marikue: By the way, a couple of days ago Lilo finally found a way to stick Mariku in! lol. Ehm, the disclaimer: Lilo doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter!)
~Lost Control~
They landed near the place where Sirius's house used to be. Harry winced slightly as he walked behind the group of wizards with Yami, Marik and Bakura who were walking funny as well. It wasn't really comfortable to spend 12 hours in the air on a broomstick! Sure Harry loved Quidditch but he was banned from it in his fifth year and Dumbledore did nothing to the degree except to change it so that Harry could play it once he finished school … but sticking to the point, Harry was a guy and coming to think of it, even a girl wouldn't like sitting on a thin stick for a long period of time…
"I – can hardly move my legs!" Bakura complained, trying hard not to wince as he walked up the stairs that had appeared when one of the members of the group of wizards whispered something.
"Remind me to destroy every single once of those cursed brooms!" Marik hissed out. Yami choose not to comment, he was too focused on other parts of his precious body.
"Oh, don't do that" Lupin shot over his shoulder.
"Then what would you suggest?" Harry asked quizzically. He almost laughed when Lupin tripped and his earlier controlled face split in pain.
"Never. Ever. Let. Moody. Have. It. His. Way.!!!!!!!" Lupin gritted out. Moody quirked an eyebrow but then shrugged the glares that he received from his companions off.
"It wasn't the rout I wanted to take. It was the short cut" Moody said cheerfully and the rest met the ground with a crash.
"He is kidding" Yami said while dusting his clothes.
"Never" Harry said sadly. They whined for a couple more minutes but then decided to move on. It was nice being back with both of your two feet planted firmly into the ground. Harry walked in through the door being the last to come in and then closed it after himself. This house … this pitch-black house brought back old memories. Harry looked around sadly, not wanting to think about anything at the moment. He could distinctly smell something cooking in the kitchen but he could not hear voices. Suddenly, he felt a presence in the furthest dark corner but as quickly as it came, it was gone. The thing that Harry was freaked about was that ever since he met the three new students that would be attending Hogwarts in a very close future, he, Harry began to realize that his telepathical skills got better and better. He wondered why but couldn't identify any reasonable explanation other than that he started to communicate more and coming out of a shell that he build up during his 6th year.
"Then I swear I'll kill him." Bakura said in a low tone so that only Harry, Marik, and Yami could hear him.
"Almost impossible, he is one of the best" Harry said with a slight smirk even though deep down, something about Bakura's tone didn't seem right, as if he meant it when he said it.
"No-" Bakura said but was interrupted by Yami.
"Enough!" the former king said, sending Bakura a death glare which Bakura simply shrugged off.
"Something smells good" Marik commented and it was true, there was this delicious smell of fried eggs and bacon coming their way from assumingly the kitchen, them still being in the hallway.
"Ah, that's probably Kreatchur cooking us breakfast" Lupin commented dryly for a reason which was unknown to the once that just arrived here. When they almost reached the door, Yami felt something, as if in this house, there was a leak to shadow realm, some kind connection that he knew not of. Looking in Bakura's direction, the pharaoh's suspicions turned true because Bakura paused as well, trying to catch the small pulse of shadow realm that was present a couple of seconds ago and then disappearing as if it was a hallucination that was felt/seen by two people at once. Marik was too busy sniffing the air, trying to calm his extremely needy stomach, to notice yamis hesitation. The adults opened the door and they had to shut their eyes for some time because of the bright light that welcomed them when they entered the kitchen.
"We are home" Lupin said, looking at a small creature that was sitting cross –legged on a three legged stool behind a large, highly polished wooden table that was quite an antique. The creature did not notice them coming in or did not care and tried to ignore the intruders by not acknowledging their presence in the room.
"Kreatchur, be nice and meet our new guests!" Moody said with cheerfulness and the creature now known as Kreatchur rose its ugly eyes to observe the four teenagers that stood at the door. After some time, it shook its ugly head and hopped off a chair that it was sitting on.
"Intruding your house mistress, how dare those filthy … that scum! And we hoped that once the wrong one was gone they would leave us be but nooooo …" Kreatchur, apparently, was talking to himself, oblivious to the others in the room. Harry stood there with his eyes blank, but in his head, he could feel slightly dizzy. Harry knew who that brat was talking about and … oh, how Harry wanted to rip Kreatchur apart, tear him limb by limb, hear him scream for mercy but receive none .. the one who dared to - Harry shook himself out of his stupor at the same time as Marik decided to make himself known.
"What is THAT thing?" Marik asked and was standing in front of a slightly shocked and surprised house elf in no time. "Is it a doll?" Marik continued, pulling onto one of Kreatchurs huge ears and poking his head with his index finger.
"Kreatchur is not a doll! Why you --?" but the house elf stopped himself and instead turned to face Yami and Bakura with a scared face. His eyes doubled in size as he observed the two and then backed up the wall and away from the two. "Never has such monstrosity entered our beloved house. Poor, poor master!" Kreatchur managed to force out in a tiny voice and then vanished. Yami and Bakura gave each other weird looks that were a little bit worried but the rest brushed it off as if it was nothing.
"Don't mind him. He is just an old house elf. He talks nonsense all the time" Lupin said lightly but then his face faulted as he looked at Harry. Harry's face was pale, and he was taking in steady breaths, trying to control his boiling anger.
"Old house elf, huh?" Harry said, venom dripping in his tone. "Talks nonsense?" he asked again. "He sure had enough sense to betray us! I thought you killed him!"
"Who told you such thing? Why would we kill him? Let him live on, he …" Lupin trailed off, knowing that 'he did nothing wrong' would not go well with Harry at all.
"Like shit it wouldn't!" Harry snapped and made his way to the table where he sat down and crossed his arms, closing his eyes and trying to concentrate on something more or less cheerful while Lupin gaped. So Dumbledore lied when he said that Kreatchur has been terminated. Dumbledore knew that Harry, being in a state that he was in during his 6th year, would have went after Kreatchur and go to no ends only to kill that bastard.
"You – read my mind!? How?" Lupin asked, still being in a state of slight confusion. Yami, Bakura and Marik exchanged glances and for some reason, Yami's gaze averted to Bakura's pockets for a millisecond but then the moment was lost when Lupin continued to demand an explanation.
"Tell me NOW!?? How did … you read my mind!!??"
"Leave him alone" Moody said each word clearly, looking Lupin straight in the eye. Lupin hesitated but the stormed off and out of the kitchen, heading to a direction that was unknown to the others. Moody, still being inside of the kitchen, observed Harry from where he stood. He noticed that the teenager was now breathing more rapidly, and the scar on his forehead, the scar that was given to Harry when he was a baby, it was bleeding. Choosing not to comment on that, Moody open one of the drawers that was above the sink and took a couple of plates out. By now, the other wizards that accompanied them exited the kitchen as well, heading in the direction that Lupin went in.
"Don't mind him, he just spent too long on that broomstick" Moody said jokingly and for some unknown reason, Harry felt like smiling, and, after a long battle with the muscles on his face, he gave in. A small and very discrete smile played upon his lips as the other three seated themselves comfortably around the table, knife and a fork in their hands, anticipating their late dinner and maybe even an early breakfast which was most suitable at the moment. When the food was served, everyone began eating while Moody sat there at another side of the table, observing the others while they ate. He noticed that the teenager with white hair finished his meal already and was looking at the knife in his hand with fascination.
"Isn't it awesome?" Bakura asked no one in particular, still twirling the knife in his hand.
"What?" Moody asked with interest. He never met anybody who would look at the knife as if it was the treasure of the gods themselves.
"We were never allowed to have knifes…" Marik trailed off, and observed his knife as well. Isis would flip if she ever found out that they were allowed to hold a knife in their hands, not mentioning using it.
"Why is that?" Moody asked in mild amusement. The tree new teenagers gave him weird looks while Harry looked puzzled.
"Because .." Yami began but was cut off by Bakura.
"get THIS!" the former tomb-robber exclaimed and threw his knife at Marik's head. Marik, expecting something like this from his friend, blocked it with his own knife. Yami chuckled and Bakura made a sound of great disappointment while Marik was smiling like an idiot. Moody's eye almost fell out of its sockets. Bakura's knife went right through Marik's knife's blade to the hilt. Moody silently wondered what Dumbledore was getting himself into, since knifes that they used here were almost impossible to break. 'definitely Slytherin fellows' he thought grumpily.
"Can you teach me how to throw knifes?" Harry suddenly asked, turning all eyes to him.
"What?" Moody said in astonishment. Now he fully understood what Dumbledore meant when he said 'If Harry is to go insane, insane he will go'.
"Didn't you ever do that?" Bakura asked in astonishment. When he, Bakura, was little and back in Egypt, the first thing he learned before he could even speak was probably throwing knifes because at the age of two, he could throw them like a pro.
"Never tried but always wanted" Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders, looking at his now also finished plate.
"Wanna demonstrate your skills one more time Kura?" Marik asked with a smirk playing upon his face. Yami made a disapproving snort and sent Marik a death glare.
"Why, what's wrong Ph – Yami?" Bakura caught himself before his slip-off could seriously intrigue Moody, who, however, was slightly distracted and brushed it off.
"Please, do not demonstrate on human bodies" Yami said with his right eye twitching ever so slightly. Moody gave Yami a weird look, thinking that he was in a mad house.
"Sure thing dude!" Bakura said, a genuine smile playing upon his face. Harry winced inwardly because right now Bakura reminded him of Voldemort. 'Maybe they are related?' Harry thought but then almost laughed out loud. Bakura was different somehow. Neither good nor evil, just different …
"Right ..." Bakura said and closed his eyes. Suddenly his left eye twitched and then, it was like watching a movie in a slow motion … Bakura's eyes snapped open slowly and with one fluid motion Harry's knife was in his right hand, then he, Bakura, was slowly turning in Moody's direction, his eyes looking past the Aurour who was sitting stiffly upon a stool. The knife shined with silver and sharpness even in the dimmed lights of the kitchen, Bakura's right shoulder went back a notch and then everything was fast-forwarded again. Before anyone could even blink, the knife was stuck in the wall behind Moody, not vibrating, being still as if it was there for eternity. Bakura gave a cheer and Marik practically jumped off the stool he was sitting on and ran to investigate the damage that was made by a former tomb-robber.
"You are getting worse!" Marik said cheerfully after a closer inspection. Moody turned his magical eye to the back of his head and what he saw sent his eye spinning around. There, on the tip of the knife that was embedded to the wall was a fly. The tip of the knife went right trough its right wing and now it was pinned to the wall. The fly was motionless, as if also in shock of what had just taken place.
"What do you mean???" Bakura said in a mocking tone.
"One wing only" Marik said gleefully.
"Damn!" Bakura faked disappointment. Harry, on the other hand was speechless. When he could final feel his tongue, he said the only possible thing.
"Wow" Harry breathed out, standing up to investigate the fly as well. While doing so, he noticed that Moody was rooted to the spot. To someone who didn't know the old wizard, he looked like he was so shocked that he froze but Harry knew better. He, Harry, knew perfectly well that Moody was analyzing everything that had happened and storing it inside of his brain so that he could share the newfound information with Dumbledore.
"Ah, the wonders of knifes!" Yami said lightheartedly, not moving from his spot, making a mental note to try that some day as well.
"How – that is so amazing!" Harry exclaimed, staring at Bakura with amazement.
"Training" Bakura said with a shrug and went back down to sit in the spot he was originally sitting in.
"For a second there … "Moody began. "…I thought that you were aiming for me"
"Nah," Bakura said with a shrug. "But if you want to become my next target, you will have to sign up first" the teen added jokingly.
"Hmmmm, now I see why knifes were not permitted in the house that you used to live in." Moody said thoughtfully and Bakura's face faulted.
"Don't tell me … "Bakura began with a sigh. "…that you are going to apply the damn rule here, in the only goddamn place where it wasn't in circulation yet?" he finished in a disappointed tone. Life sucked.
"Then I won't tell you!" Moody say and with a flick of his wand, every knife in the kitchen evaporated into thin air. The other occupants of the room sighed heavily and slumped into their chairs. The bliss didn't last too long.
"Shouldn't you be going to sleep?" Moody asked again, trying to break the tension. The looks he received made him sigh in defeat and get up from his chair "Come on, I haven't got all morning!" he said, trying to make the other's move.
"Actually, it's just past midnight … "Yami said smartly, crossing his arms on his chest and pouting ever so slightly. The others laughed a bit but eventually got off their chairs to follow the wizard to their room or whatever. All of them agreed on one thing though: they needed their beauty sleep. Walking down the corridor Harry felt that they were followed by something or someone. The feeling annoyed him, tightening the strings of his nerves. He sighed; this entire hallway was getting on his nerves. It was then when they came to the crossroads that Harry noticed the painting of Sirius's mother being covered up by some cloth. Harry sighed again; knowing what would happen if the makeshift blind would be removed. Suddenly he heard voices coming down the hall on the right. Moody stopped, waiting for those voices to get closer, and after some time Harry realized to whom those voices belonged to.
"I am telling you, he became a lunatic" Harry could hear Ron, his ex friend, say. Harry didn't want to waste too much time and just took a stab at the identity of the person they were talking about: him.
"If what he says is true, then it is!" That was Hermione. Harry mentally smiled, at least she defended him … even after their fight last year she still did. It was then that the owners of those voices stepped into the light of the hallway and froze.
"Hello" Hermione said automatically while Ron made a face of disgust.
"You … what the hell are you doing here? And who are those clowns?" Ron waved his hand in the direction of Marik, Bakura and Yami. The insult seemingly passed right through Marik but Bakura and Yami were a totally different story. The yamis and Harry, who were originally leaning against the wall, stood up and only now did Ron realize how tall they were. When the three stood to their full height, they were taller than Moody. Ron took a step back, not expecting to have such difference in height. The last time he checked, which was last year before summer, he was a head taller than Harry but now … now Harry was much, much taller than him.
"If you think that we are clowns … then who would you be? A dressed-up carrot?" Bakura struck the nerve but Ron didn't retort. Ron didn't feel comfortable around them, as if there was something about Harry and his new buddies that didn't feel right. Hermione, on the other hand, huffed and crossed her arms.
"Let's not insult each other! We just met! God Ron, can't you just drop your grudge?" Hermione asked while giving Moody a quick glance which was caught by Harry.
'This was planned out' Harry thought. He could tell that Hermione didn't like this at all and was unsure about this and it maddened him to no end! It was between him and Ron and Hermione was just a by stander that was dragged in with Ron by an accident. Now Ron was a stuck-up ass and she was told to get them together. 'A pathetic attempt Dumbledore' Harry thought and the anger in his blood boiled. All of this was set up. The only thought that was still keeping him sane was the fact that the guys that he met a week ago or something were unaware of this as well.
"No!" Ron said in an aggravated tone and crossed his arms. This was not going how they were told it would be. Harry was supposed to say sorry to him and then they would shake hands and then Dumbledore would drag any information about Harry that they could get. However the plan went wrong, terribly wrong because they didn't plan on Marik doing what he did next. They did NOT plan THAT at all.
Marik, being the curious child at heart, could not possibly miss a black blind-like thing that obviously covered some sort of a secret. Deciding that it would be safe to just take a peak at what was behind it, he moved towards it while the others had some sort of a conversation. He was too concentrated on the task at hand that he missed the insult that was thrown at him and his friends, his only goal being to see what was behind the curtain. When he touched the edge of it, and was about to pull, the hall became quiet and he could hear Moody's 'NOOOOOO!' but it was all too late. The curtain came off and Marik practically jumped out of his skin when he was met with the ugliest face on earth, but that wasn't all, the unknown ugly object started to scream so bloodily loud that Marik thought that he would be deaf for ever on.
"MURDERES! CHEATERS! BASTARARDS! KREATCHUR????????? WHERE ARE YOU! KILL THEM, RIP THEM! TO THINK WHEN MY GOOD FOR NOTHING SON FINALLY DIED THEY WOULD LEAVE BUT NOOOOO! THEY ARE EXPLORATING THE HOUSE AS IF IT WAS THEIR OWN! KREATCHUR! THEY DIDN'T EVEN LET ME CELEBRATED MY SON'S DEATH THAT I HAVE AWAITED FOR SO LONG!" the painting too a deep breath while the yamis and Marik visibly shrunk and stared at the painting in shock. The racket that it started make was too shocking for all occupants of the hall to notice Harry. His bangs covered his eyes and he was holding something tightly in his right-hand pocket. He was trying to keep control of himself, repeating over and over that he would laugh at her grave when Sirius would return to the house. Dumbledore and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley appear in the hall from which Ron and Hermione came from and stood behind the two. Dumbledore muttered some spell and the painting became instantly covered with some mushy stuff, most like some form of glue. The screams of Mrs. Black became incoherent but Kreatchur took over his master's task and was now standing in the other hallway which seemed to be deserted by all means.
"How DARE are you?" the thing screamed right at Dumbledore's face. "Remove this from my mistress at once!" then, Kreatchur turned his attention to Harry and decided to take his anger out on the teen. Little did Kreatchur realize that Harry was holding onto all of the sanity that he had by all that he had left of it. "It's your fault that that runt died!" Kreatchur pointed an accusing finger at Harry. "He went to save you! When the brat still hung around, my mistress had no respect but now?? She is being abused as well! I can only wish that he would've been killed by the lord himself! The screams would have pleased my ears. If he was tortured it would have been mu-" Kreatchur stopped in a mid sentence and realized his mistake. The others were giving him weird looks, all except of Harry. Kreatchurs blood froze in his veins when he took one good look at the teen with whom he was told not to mess around with. Now he knew why. Actually, Harry caught everybody's attention. His shoulders were shaking slightly and his eyes were closed tightly, his face betraying no emotion. He just stood there, not moving, not breathing. Suddenly Yami and Bakura practically shoved everyone into the hall opposite of Kreatchurs and created a strong magical barrier that was swirling with shadow magic.
"What on-?" Dumbledore asked, staring at the see-through barrier form which he sensed power so great that it could probably save them all from an unforgivable curse or something. Afterwards Dumbledore couldn't thank it enough. All of the members watched as Harry's head suddenly rose but they could not see his face. Kreatchur, on the other hand, was terrified. The tiny house elf watched in complete shock and fear as the scar on Harry's forehead opened up and now looked like it could fit a third eye.
You have to put all of your hatred into a curse! The lord himself thought me that! Harry heard the voice from his fifth year. All …hatred … Sirius … dead! It was as if something snapped. Harry's eyes burst open and Kreatchur shrunk back in fear. The eyes were glowing with eerie green. The pupils dilated and resembled snake's eyes. Harry withdrew his had from his right-hand pocket and there, tightly clutched in his hand, was the exact replica of Voldemorts wand. He raised it slowly, glaring at Kreatchur who created a barrier around himself. A barrier a house elf could perform that could not be penetrated by any magic. It was their strongest ability and now he, Kreatchur, watched with a smug face as Harry raised his hand and then it was like everything was fast forwarded. The dark swirls of energy surrounded the young wizard and his right hand flew back and the came crushing forward, words coming out of his mouth, word that everyone feared, words that were louder and clearer than anything else in the world…
"AVADA KEDAVRA"
(Lilo: I finished typing this out at midnight! So basically, this is still Monday for me but not for fanfiction (it's Tuesday) I mean ……. You know wut I mean! Lol, I am soooo tired! I like, seriously need sleep! I slept from 4pm to 9pm today (since I came from school) and then typed this chapter out! Screw the teachers! Lol, by the way, I finally completed all of my projects! Yay, all I have is just a couple of tests left but that's not that important. Ya …. Guess that this is it … hmmmm okay, u know wut? Leave Kreatchur as he is cuz this is the only chapter that he appears in! ^_^ I mean .. duh! Oh, and about me making Harry strong … no, not really, because when you'll see who Voldemort is in this story you will know why I did this! Lol, anyways, I am hoping to update again on Saturday/Sunday but I am not sure how that will work out … hopefully it will (meaning that for it to work out, I need to get less hw …) . Please don't go nuts on me about the entire 'Ron-not-being-himself' thing. People change … attitudes change …. time changes …
Marikue: that's all for today! And lilo thinks that cliffhangers are fun to play with and she wrote and extra long chapter! ^_^ anyways, R&R!)