(Lilo: me? Kill yamis? No, you should worry about hikaris! And don't count Shadii out yet! yay! Yet another chapter and finally the Hogwarts train! Be warned, there will be some parts further into the story that will be … quite bloody … xX! By the way, this chapter contains slight language …. I still don't think that it is rated R though… && lol, anyways, once again, nothing to ramble about!
Marikue: ah, why do I get to play the 'bad' guy in this story? I always do the disclaimers! pouts we don't own Harry Potter or Yu-Gi-Oh… grumble)
Chapter 20
So it was destroyed?
Time flew by the group of five teenagers as they struggled to learn magic. Whether it be spells, potions, or starring into tea cups, some trouble would always arise but not strong enough to bring chaos upon the ignorant world. Jokes would be thrown here and there and a small bond was formed unbeknown to others. Life could almost be called perfect … almost that is.
"I don't want to go to school!" Harry complained as he and the others packed their trunks and bags. Who would when everybody there thought that he was a killer and a freak of nature? And Ron would probably tell the entire school about the Kreatcher accident…
"Who does?" Marik asked as he looked up from series of knifes he managed to make from matches when he discovered the correct incantation.
"I would" Yugi piped up from behind his huge stack of books that he acquired from varies visits to Diagon Alley.
"You don't count" Marik retorted and sighed as he packed his transfiguration textbook. It was hard and his knifes were the crappiest out of all five.
"Marik, think rationally." Ryou said with a shake of his head. "You and Harry don't want to go while me, Yugi and Hermione are eager. That leaves your outnumbered and your assumption, therefore, is false"
"Smart Ass" Marik shook his head and was about to accept defeat. However, Harry, being the Harry Potter didn't want to go down that easily.
"Well, the score is three to two but what about Yami and Bakura?" Harry asked with mischief burning in those emerald green eyes.
"Umm…." Both lights looked shocked.
"Exactly!" Marik exclaimed in a sing-song tone.
"We are outnumbered" Yugi admitted with a sigh of defeat. "Why do we always have to be the 'odd' once?" he asked innocently, intending no pun behind his words. However, his yami took it otherwise.
Don't worry Yugi, you won't be the odd one in a short while
/Yami? What are y.../ but he never got to finish his sentence because the pharaoh shut the door right in his face, leaving no trace of him being there at all. Yugi felt … rejected and not to mention offended by his dark's behavior … and it kept on getting worse and worse with every day…
"You ok?" Ryou asked in slight concern as his friend flinched.
"I'll live" Yugi replied and shook his head, resuming whatever he was doing. He was sort of getting used to it … after Yami got his memories back, he literally became a yami! He and Bakura were so much alike now, so was Kaiba and Isis … it's like, they knew/remembered something that happened in Egypt and for some reason now behave as it was the apocalypse! Yami was now living up to his nickname, 'dark', and Yugi couldn't deny the fact any longer. Before, he felt that Yami was a good person, a good person that is just lost but now … now it felt like good person hidden behind a killer mask that is removed to those who are dear…
Flashback
"Yugi?" Solomon Mouto called out his grandson's name.
"Ya grandpa?" Yugi turned from his deck of cards to look at his grandfather who was obviously troubled by something.
"Me and your mother spoke and…" the aged man trailed off as his grandson gave a sigh.
"Not this again!" Yugi whined.
"No, no" Solomon said hastily. " but …"
"Just say it, even though I know what you are about to say anyways" Yugi shook his head as he stared at his cards again. There was no dark magician in 'his' deck, but the card still lied in Yami's deck since the spirit claimed that Mohaado belonged there …
"Yugi, you know that there were some mysterious murders in this town lately" his grandfather began as Yugi regarded him with a raised eyebrow.
"So?"
"They all happen on the same days that you are away from home…" Solomon never got to finish.
"I remember everything I do and I do not kill! Grandpa, what made you think that?" Yugi blurted out in shock.
"I am not saying that it is you Yugi, but I think that it is Yami! And just like Ryou, you can't remember anything and think that nothing happened when he blocks you! Don't you understand?" Solomon meant no harm but his words sent his grandson into tears.
"Yami defends me! He never kills! Not without reason!"
"You don't know what he did in the past!" Solomon tried to argue. "Do you know what the old scrolls say about him? That no matter 'what' good he did, he was still a heartless bastard! You never saw them, the once that faced Yami and when the pharaoh won, he would trap their souls and feed on them! That is where his power comes from! Did he tell you that? Did he tell you that his father killed an entire village? Did he…?"
"YOU LIE!" Yugi screamed and ran out of the house. No, Yami would never do such a thing! Shadow games were evil, yes, but Yami had to play them to defend his kingdom! To prevent his own death! To live! …
Yugi's school was burned that day and he was sent to Britain …
End Flashback
"Yugi?" it was Hermione. She noticed his far away look, and not the one that he usually got when he was having a conversation with the spirit, no. It was actual 'spacing out' and it was slightly disturbing.
"Huh? Oh…" Yugi blinked a couple of times and scratched the back of his head in slight embarrassments. "Sorry about that, just drifted off" he said sheepishly.
"Bad habit" Marik commented as he bit his apple.
"Ya ya" Yugi shook his head and continued packing, still troubled about his dark. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the heads turned as Professor McGonagall opened the door and stuck her head into the room.
"We are leaving in half an hour!" she warned them. "So pack your bags! Hurry!" and she left, shutting the door and leaving the room in complete silence.
"Remind me of why we didn't pack everything yesterday?" Harry asked as his left eye twitched.
"Target practicing" the others chorused and threw themselves into packing.
"I am drained!" Harry murmured as he leaned against the soft seats of Hogwarts express. No, he wasn't physically tired as some of you might think, no. He was emotionally drained and for a good reason. Not only did Yami and Bakura refused to walk through the wall, they practically started a hand-to-hand combat with some muggle that was passing by and cause mayhem while Marik ran around them screaming 'Fight! Fight! Fight!'. They were almost late for the train and if not for Professor Moody and Lupin along with the help of Yugi and Ryou, they would still running around the station like mad, attracting all sorts of attention and causing serious trouble.
"Aw, you should enjoy free life while it lasts!" Bakura told him as he practically fell onto the seat.
"You definitely should!" Yami commented as he threw Bakura's legs off the seat and sat down himself. Marik and Hermione followed closely.
"I can't believe you three!" Hermione scolded as she sat down next to Harry.
"Then don't!" Marik laughed at her slightly stunned face.
"I am so not in the mood right now" Hermione glared at the blond as the train started moving. It was easy for them to get a compartment because they were with Harry, meaning that the entire student body ran from them like from the fire.
"Danger!" Marik flashed her peace sign before she could suffocate him. She was pretty dangerous when maddened and he spoke from his own experience…
"Don't provoke the lady, lad" Bakura put on his intelligent-and-innocent act. Marik's right eye twitched.
"Zip it old man" Marik retorted.
"Actually, I am only 5004" Bakura told him as he crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. "Yami is the old man here!" he pointed to the tri-colored teenager who was sitting next to him. If anybody were to hear this conversation, they would've thought that it was probably a role play of some sort while Harry and Hermione simply watched the exchange with curiosity. It was always fun to just sit there and watch them kill each other … literally.
"Am not!" Yami pouted, acting like a child. Marik blinked.
"I don't get it. You are both 5004 years old … what in the mother's slippers are you talking about?" Marik asked and Bakura snorted in disbelieve.
"I happen to be younger…" Bakura was rudely interrupted by the other dark.
"…By a day" Yami finished with annoyance. So what? A day didn't count! Unless... "Therefore I am the authority here!" ex-pharaoh declared with a supreme look.
"Authority my ass" Bakura snorted and glared at the air.
"With pleasure" Yami replied with a gleeful smile and Bakura practically jumped to the ceiling.
"I am scared" Bakura muttered as he used Hermione as his 'living' shield.
"Get your mind out of the gutter" Marik slapped Yami playfully across the head.
"But it came from the gutter to begin with" Yami continued thoughtfully and Harry put his hands over Hermione's ears jokingly.
"You are so dirty Yami" Marik shook his head as he punched his friend lightly in the arm.
"You know, technically, you are hurting Yugi at the very moment" Yami continued with a raised eyebrow. "Because this is his body after all and I am simply renting a small room in his brain cells"
"What have you been smoking?" Hermione asked once she could hear again.
"Hmm, let me think!" Yami's face turned thoughtful as Bakura slapped his forehead.
"Crack man, you smoke crack" Bakura supplied.
"Riiiight! That!" Yami exclaimed with a child-like glee. Everybody in the room sweatdropped as Yugi hit the floor in his soul room.
/You smoke crack in my body?/ poor hikari looked so lost and hopeless.
Yugi!
/Can't you smoke in Marik's?/ the light continued to rant.
It's a joke YugiYami told his light with a smile.
/If I discover that it isn't, then you are sooooooo grounded mister/ Yugi crossed his arms and tried to do yami-winning-a-duel stance but failed miserable with all the toys around him.
Yes ma'amYami mocked him and Yugi was about to cheer when he realized the pun.
/I am NOT ma'am!!!/ the light screamed and Yami laughed good-heartedly. How could Yugi possibly doubt his dark?
"Ma'am says that I am grounded if I do that again" Yami made a scared face.
"Ma'am?" Bakura questioned and then the entire compartment burst into merry laughter as Yugi pouted inside of his soul room. Suddenly, their compartment door slid opened rather roughly and the group was now facing Draco Malfoy and his 'bodyguards'.
"Well, well, well." Malfoy sneered. "Isn't that the all-feared Harry Potter? What a surprise"
"Go to hell" Harry waved his rival off, not even slightly touched by his words.
"Oh, I see that you've reunited with you w" Malfoy continued and now he had full attention from all.
"Leave it" Hermione urged as she saw Bakura grip the knife that was under his robes.
"Oh, I see you found yourself new freaks" Malfoy, being a wizard, rarely had any encounters with knifes and therefore misread the movement of Yami's hand. "Don't touch that wand or I will curse you!" he told the pharaoh, pointing his wand at his face. Yami remained unfazed, eyes emotionless. "By the way, are they muggles or something? Never seen them before"
"Transfer students" Marik's voice was cold, superior. He was the leader of GHOULS and he knew how to be the authority. "Apologize to her right now" he continued.
"F it" Malfoy was obviously oblivious to the danger that he was putting himself in. He practically signed his death contract after his next words. "She is nothing but a thing and besides, we all know that she is a mud-blood" poor wizard obviously never studied Egyptian history … or never lived in the time when Yami was the ruler.
"How dare are you??!" Bakura snarled, eyes gleaming. He called her a slave! How dare he?! Mud-blood was something that even Bakura never used in his vocabulary! Bakura, the King of Thieves! This mortal needed to be taught a lesson!
"Nay shall call one by such a low name in the pharaohs' presence!" Yami was livid. Yes, the pharaoh was livid. Never, not ever anybody dared to call a person by such a name and the rules strictly forbid such behavior while in public. However, this lowly creature dared to call one being by such in presence of the pharaoh, in the presence of the living god. Harry and Hermione, being used to Malfoy's ways, didn't react at all. However, they were mortified by the reaction of their three new friends. In a blink of an eye, Yami and Bakura were on their feet while Marik kept on saying that 'He doesn't know!' … more like screaming as Yami and Bakura stood side by side, shoulder to shoulder, facing a slightly scared Malfoy.
"Oh, you must be mud-bloods too!" Malfoy took their reaction for a good thing. "Sorry, didn't kno…" he never got to finish his sentence. The compartment suddenly became cold, very cold, its temperature dropping to -40C. Only now did Malfoy take a good look at those who he was insulting. Red eyes and spiky hair, Japanese and very, very angry. Something cold and dark suddenly appeared next to their clenched knuckles, curling in spirals. It looked like some form of Dark Arts and before Malfoy could comment, two knifes were sent flying, aimed straight for his heart.
The train gave a sudden jolt, as if it crashed into something, and Malfoy stumbled. This incident saved his life as two knifes pierced his left arm, making warm blood drench his robes. The knifes, if not for the jolt, would've ended his life as they were going straight for his heart, and now they were only stuck in his left arm, the blades millimeters apart. Malfoy gave an agonized, blood-freezing scream, turned around and ran for his life, his 'friends' following him with shocked, scared and mortified faces.
"Who the heck?" Bakura swore in ancient Egyptian as they felt another small shake and suddenly, Marik's, Yami's and Bakura's heads snapped up to look at the ceiling. They could hear screams of fright from outside as Hermione and Harry looked slightly puzzled. It was then that Harry's scar began to bleed.
"What kind is it?" Marik asked as he sensed shadow magic coming from somewhere above. The monster was obviously of high level.
"Let me check" Bakura said as he jumped up, his head going through the ceiling as Hermione gasped and Harry … well, Harry was too busy with his scar. It was quite scary because Bakura's head could not be seen, along with a part of his neck and his arms. After a moment, his head 'returned' to the compartment with a confused look on his face.
"Humanoid worm Drake" he said and both he and Yami turned to stare at Marik.
"Not me!" the blonde Egyptian exclaimed and shuffled through his deck, showing the other yamis the two cards needed for summon. The monsters were in the cards … therefore this one was an outsider!
"Let's send it back, shall we?" Yami said as he jumped up and went right through the roof, just like Bakura, both yamis disappearing from sight.
"I never knew Yami could do that trick!" Marik complained but still looked worried.
"Nobody is supposed to fuse or diffuse th-the magic! How did they..?" Hermione was taken aback, realizing that there was more to them than she at first thought.
"Go tell them!" Marik told her as he looked at Harry and his blood-covered face.
"Can't stop the stupid bleeding!" the young wizard complained. "AND it hurts like a b …female dog!"
"Harry!" and Hermione became absorbed in helping him again while a stormy look came over Marik's face. Humanoid Worm Drake was a powerful monster with 2200 attack points and not every idiot could summon one. Maybe that Voldy dude should be given more credit than they at first thought?
"I summon St. Joan in attack mode!" Yami yelled out once he was on the roof of the train and found his footing. Bakura just stood there, looking thoughtful. The monster in silver armor and a sword appeared and glared at the offensive fusion monster.
"Attack!" Yami finally got to blow some steam off as his monster charged. Of course, the victory was in the bag since his monster was 600 attack points stronger than the one that was abusing the train and therefore the match ended before any harm could be done. With a sigh, he turned to face Bakura as his monster disappeared along with the Humanoid Worm Drake and regarded him with curiosity.
"Did you feel it?" Bakura asked as he raised one snow-white eyebrow.
"Yes…" Yami trailed off as he realized something very important. The aura of the monster was very, very familiar!
"How many enemies of ours are still alive?" Bakura asked as he was thinking over the same thing
"All dead" Yami shook his head. This would be something to brood over during boring hours in his soul room.
"Let's go, it's almost 12" Bakura said and sunk back into the train, closely followed by Yami. The train was moving and no shadow monsters could be sensed. The only thing that they missed was that Moody's eye could see through solid walls…
"Master?" a soft voice of Wormtail disturbed the silence of the room.
"Yeesssss?" a hiss emitted from a man sitting next to the fire.
"Your monster was destroyed." Wormtail did not dare to enter the room. His master turned in his arm chair so that he could now face his servant and regarded him quizzically.
"Which one?" his voice … it was blurred, slightly, as if something was wrong with his throat.
"The one you sent to stop the train" Wormtail trembled in fear. Lately, his master became even more insane, killing first and only then asking questions.
"Ahhhh, so they have the pharaoh..." a wicked smile graced Voldemort's lips.
"What actions should we take?" Wormtail tried to tell himself to breathe.
"We shall take her first" Voldemort smiled maniacally and Wormtail bit back a gasp as he looked his masters into the eyes and saw purple.
(Lilo: done and done! yay! By the way, I wanted to post this chapter earlier so it's not beta-read and it will probably have a bunch of errors… anyways, Next chapter: Hogwarts, sorting hat and the house they will be in. Also, in the next chapter, you will find out 'why' McGonagall was the only teacher left that Harry could trust! Well, that's all for now!
Marikue: R&R!)