(Lilo: *rubbs her eyes*  heehee, last time I ended the chapter with a dreadful cliffhanger but fear not! Nobody fell off the cliff … that was my randomness moment *sweatdrops* by the way, I saw scary movie 3 and well, I didn't like it 'that' much … cuz … cuz I didn't like it. They were making fun of the ring but *shrugs* dunno, u might think differently …

Marikue: Lilo doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter. )

~Resurfaced Memories~

The green haze faded, and he blinked rapidly.

"What just happened?" Harry asked himself silently, trying to piece things together. For some reason, an odd memory from his fifth year, when he met Voldemort again and when Sirius died… the first time he ever tried one of the Unforgivable Curses, that time, when Sirius's cousin told him how to use the spell … he could now hear it ring in his ears. Deciding the he needed a distraction, Harry verily looked around himself and noted that he was standing in the middle of some kind of hallway, facing a wall of ashes. Like there was once a great fire and that that was all that was left. He also noted that he was holding a wand, outstretched, pointing at something that resembled a burned down body.

"A doll?" He asked himself and then, then all of the events came rushing back to him. The way Kreatcher insulted Sirius and practically laughed on his grave, how the portrait wouldn't want to shut up … how…

"I was attacked by Death Eaters?" Harry asked himself silently, anger burning dully in his veins. Now he remembered it, he remembered everything! How Dudley brought those men, how they turned out to be Death Eaters, how he almost died, how the three saved his life but most important was that he remembered the conversation that he had on the bus.  Now everything made sense, now there were no gaps or confusion when somebody said that they saved your life more then once, now he knew what was missing in that darkness, that gap in his memory, now he knew all. Slowly, he turned around to face the others and saw that sock was all over Dumbledore's face as well as Hermione's, Ron's and Moody's. The other three were unfazed, just a little concerned but that was all.

"Harry?" Dumbledore asked in an unsure voice. He couldn't believe that Harry just murdered something but that wasn't all. Dumbledore was amazed and frightened by Harry's power at the same time. The half of the house behind Kreatcher, where the house elf usually lived, it was all destroyed. All burned down, just from a single curse. Only Voldemort could do such a thing, only he could unleash this kind of terror. Why? Dumbledore asked himself. Could it be that the death of his godfather was more traumatizing than they thought? What could possibly drive a gentle child to become rouge murdered? They would have to keep this down otherwise the wizard's community would be frightened of the weapon against the Dark Lord more than they fear the Dark Lord himself. If only the wizards knew that Harry was a walking bomb, unstable but powerful, unpredictable, ready to explode at any given time, obliterating everything in its path? What would happen then? Terror? Fear? Anger? Betrayal? Shattered hopes? 

Harry stood there, acknowledging that he just committed a murder but he didn't care. The reason, the cause of Sirius's death was now dead, Sirius' death was avenged and Harry could move on … to his plan of resurrecting his godfather. Silence, that slowly torturing, ominous silence that hanged in the air was uncomfortable while the others stared at him as if he just grown another head. However, the three that he met a couple of weeks ago were unfazed, even impressed … but what else would you expect from them? One was a leader of a gang that killed. The other was obviously a psychopath. However, they knew so much about shadow realm, no doubt that they entered it at least once, to know so much and in such detail. Realm of Darkness… of internal sleep… could it be it? That the arc that Sirius fell through, the Darkness that Harry saw … could it be that Sirius was in Shadow Realm? That tiny piece of memory revealed new possibilities and gave him new hopes. With his good mood returning, Harry said something that shocked Hermione into fainting and sent Ron running from him like from the fire. The word that Harry said was:

"Boo" okay, so maybe he shouldn't have said that, judging from the reaction that he receive. On top of Hermione fainting and Ron running away, Yami, Marik and Bakura ran up to him and asked for the curse words that killed Kreatcher.

"This is so amazing, you have to teach us!" Marik babbled happily, as if it was an early Christmas and he, Harry, was the Santa while Marik was a small five year old kid. Yami, on the other hand, observed the remains of an ancient house-elf, poking it lightly, as if afraid to touch it, thinking that it was too fragile to be handled in any other way. Harry, however, thought that all that the dim thing deserved was another good kick…

"Harry…" Dumbledore began but trailed off while shock was still evaded in his now grey-blue eyes. The sparkle was gone, as was the desire to change something in him, just realization and maybe even understanding which Harry didn't need. They should have understood before … now he didn't need their pity because he knew, no matter how hard he tried, he was never, and never would be, a normal kid again.

"What?" Harry faked a surprise, trying to get onto his headmaster's nerves. He didn't know who he was, so why try and pretend to be someone else?

"What happened to you? Why?" Dumbledore asked, looking at him, knowing that he was lost, never to return. Oh, how wrong can once' prediction be…

"You want to know why?" Harry asked sharply. His insides were on fire again, with anger, with … betrayal. They didn't know, they didn't care, they brushed it off as if it was an every day occurrence but to Harry … no, to Harry, everything that you wish for is a lot, and when it is shattered, there is nothing left, nothing but emptiness, darkness, that empty void.

"Yes" was Dumbledore's simple reply. Maybe it was his chance to understand? To pry into Harry, to understand his thoughts, to predict his actions … they could do that before, why not now? That was what was bothering the elder wizard. The fact that they could not tell what was going on… they couldn't plan his actions because whenever they tried, he would screw them all and come out on top. Just like Voldemort … no, like Tom, Tom Riddle.

"Oh, I'll tell you!" Harry said hotly, making a 90 degree turn. "I'll tell you alright!" he said and then paused … "where is my room?" he suddenly asked, looking at Moody who flinched.

"Down the hall, turn left, second door from the right. You are to share with the three other students… "Moody said without thinking and watched as Harry, ignoring the others, simply stormed past him and down the hallway.

"Harry!" Dumbledore called, a little desperate. "I want to know!" he watched as Harry paused and turned to look at back at him. Something was shining in his eyes, in those green eyes that would haunt any who dared to stare for too long, something that no one could identify, their key … which was there but the question stayed the same … which key was it? To which door? What will it unlock?

"Over my dead body." was Harry's snappy reply as he spun around and continue on his way to his room, the air of great danger hanging around him, clearly screaming: 'DO NOT TALK TO ME!'

"Can I have a word with you?" Dumbledore asked Marik, Yami and a very thoughtful Bakura.

"Umm…" Bakura began, looking at the fainted girl. "Aren't you going to help her or something? I mean, are you going to just leave her there, lying around waiting to be stepped on? Or better yet, eaten by hungry rats or …" Bakura trailed off, enjoying the effect that his words had on the two adults. The one with glasses looked stunned and then turned towards the girl, as if noticing her there for the first time while the other one, the one with the weird eye that they wanted to give Pegasus for Christmas, frowned and look at Bakura disapprovingly. After a silent glaring match, Moody broke off and picked up Hermione's tiny, unconscious body and started carried her off in the direction that Harry went in. During all that, nobody said a word. Suddenly, Yami was aware that the portrait started giving off muffled noises again but he chose to ignore it since it wasn't of any concern at the very moment. His greatest concern was the headmaster, who by all means seem to know something that they didn't but at the same time, being unaware of what was going on while Yami, even after such a short period of time, already knew what was bothering the other teen, even though he didn't know full details of it.

"We need to talk" Dumbledore said after coming out of his little stupor.

"Yes." Yami replied before the others could rebuke. They needed to talk alright…

They followed the headmaster in the direction from which they came from but instead of going to the kitchen, Dumbledore went for another set of stairs. After 5 minutes of walking in the dark, they finally reached some kind of a barrier and after Dumbledore muttered a few well chosen words, it disappeared, revealing an office with fine furniture. After entering, Dumbledore motioned for them to sit down and then took a seat behind a large desk, staring at the other three with interest and worry. They just sat there, looking into each other's eyes when Marik decided to finally break the silence.

"Wadda ya want with us? We want to sleep!" he said and pouted. Marik, no matter how cool he looked sometimes, when in private, sometimes acted as a little kid. You couldn't really blame him for he never really had any proper childhood, with his yami and the other junk that he had to learn about. To think, all he had to do was ask the pharaoh and bam! There, in one sentence was the purpose of dozen of books. That could be very annoying, really.

"Who are you people?" it was more of a statement than an innocently asked question. Dumbledore noticed that something passed in their eyes, something that came and went by but was too fast for him to catch, something that he sometimes saw Harry do.

"Human beings?" Bakura offered eagerly, not wanting to give away his identity.

"…with identity crises?" Dumbledore added, looking at them skeptically.

"So what? All of us have our little no-noes! Jeesh!" Marik said dramatically. Actually, it wasn't completely a white lie … Mariku was his second identity … so what if he had a mind of his own?  He just caused … little complications but that was all. Completely harmless! The others were spirits too so that didn't count … it's not like they would decide to go berserk and start killing everyone!

"We have ways to deal with identity crises…" Dumbledore took his precious time to analyze the reactions but all he received were a couple of shrugs and shakes of heads. Deep down, Dumbledore knew that this was all a fake.

"We don't want to deal with it. This is how we were born." Yami stated calmly but Bakura couldn't help but snort. This did not go unnoticed by the headmaster.

"You do not agree, Mr. Bakura?" Dumbledore asked, trying to figure the mystery of the three. The time when his curiosity was sparkled was when Isis told him not to try and change them, just try to keep them safe. As safe as they could be… what did she mean by that?      

"Look, why do you care?" Bakura cut straight to the point, not holding back or trying to be a gentleman. When he wanted something, he just went and got it. That was how his life used to be and right now, it didn't differ from before. Slightly different rules but the game was the same.

"I want to know how you summoned up that barrier. You do realize that if you haven't had done that, some of us might have been caught up in that and died! This was Harry's first time using Avada Kedavra and I am afraid that it mirrors Voldemort's …" Dumbledore trailed off, staring at them intensely. He wanted his answers and he would get them… or die trying.

"There was no barrier and I am sure that all you saw was probably a trick of light, nothing more." Yami said as he rose from his chair. No matter how much Yami wanted to get away, the headmaster wasn't through with him just yet.

"How do you know it was a trick of light? I didn't see it, I felt it!" Dumbledore said, loosing his patience.

"Then you felt wrong" Bakura replied, also rising from his seat. Marik hesitated and followed their suit.

"Tell me who you are!" Dumbledore said while slamming both of his hands on the polished wood of the desk that he was sitting in. "You are like Salathar, aren't you? You have it, don't you?"

"I do not know what you are talking about. I do not know who you are talking about but I can assure you that I do not have this "it"." Yami replied and turned to leave.

"Why can't you tell me?" Dumbledore asked, sinking back into his chair.

"We cannot tell you because before we do, you have to learn to not to stick your nose into other people's businesses. " Marik said over his shoulder, following the yamis into the hallway and then silently closing the door behind him.

"Annoying old man" Bakura remarked as they fought their way back to the now 'muffled' portrait and from there to their assigned room.

"His nose is too long for his own good. One day, I swear, that nose of his will be chopped off." Marik said half heartedly, sneering all the while. Yami remained quiet, his face betraying no emotion, obviously analyzing something. They finally found their room, pausing after noticing a '666' scratched on it with something sharp, marks being fresh. Yami knocked and then entered, only to find Harry sitting on the furthest bed, his arms draped around his knees which were brought up to his chest, his head tilting slightly to the side.

"Hello." he greeted from that position, looking at the three that just entered. After having an eye contact with Yami, Harry averted his gaze and seemed to stare at nothing in particular.

"You remember, don't you?" Yami suddenly asked, making Harry look back at him again.

"Yes," Harry said slowly, not sure whether he should be telling them this or not. "Yes, I remember everything…"         

(Lilo: ah, now that I think about it, this fict is kinda getting a bit darkish but worry not! ^__^ it will resolve cuz I have major plans for it, and the ending might not be what you will expect… I dunno, just want to assure you cuz u know, when I start reading these darkish ficts, even if the end will be nice, I am just usually to scared to read it cuz I am afraid of what will happen to people in the fict … cuz when I read something, I basically live in it… so ya! Now, this was my self conscious ramble and ya, I think that this is all that I gotta say. No, wait, I have to say that I suck at spelling and please … when you see a mistake or whatever, just pretend that it ain't there … I am a fast typist, but sometimes my thoughts go ahead of my fingers and then it ends up in a mumble-jumble and I cannot proofread anything cuz I'll just skim through it, not doing any good -_-   

Marikue: ya … please R&R! Ja Ne ^______^)