I woke up feeling strange, in a small room that I barely fit in. Doing my best to stretch, I felt quite a bit smaller then I was when I lost consciousness. I wiggled a bit, noting that I was severely injured and had the remnants of a concussion. I closed my eyes, trying to remember what happened and how I ended up in this strange situation.

'Hey. Sorry about that. I didn't realize someone else would wake up in my head.' Someone's voice came softly in my mind.

'This is new. I didn't expect there would be someone in my head.' I thought back.

'Technically it's our head now. I'm Harry Potter. This is our collective body and mind, I suppose.' Harry explained.

'That's interesting. My name's Bakura. Mind telling me what year this is?' I asked.

'It's 1991, July 31st is the date. Our 10th birthday.' Harry had a hint of amusement in his voice. 'You seem to have adapted quickly.'

'It's hardly the weirdest situation I've ended up in. I'm surprised to find so long has passed. It's been 5,000 years since I was sealed away. It's likely you're my new incarnation, which doesn't explain why I am aware.' I smirked to myself.

A loud banging on the other side of the door brought my attention out of our mind. A woman yelled for me to get up and make breakfast, warning me not to burn anything, before the sounds of locks being undone and feet moving away.

'That's Aunt Petunia. Maybe I should take over for this.' Harry offered.

'That's probably best. It's possible I look different then you, and I can't guarantee the change won't manifest outwardly.' I agreed, allowing myself to be pulled into our mind while I felt Harry take over.

The day drug on, as I observed Harry finish an impossible amount of chores, smirking at the minor magics he used to help with it. Throughout the day, Harry explained the chores and his situation at this house. I was bothered to find out that Harry was being abused simply because we were magical. Nearing nightfall, after Harry finished cooking dinner, we were sent up to shower because Petunia claimed she couldn't stand the smell of us any longer. Entering the bathroom, I saw our reflection for the first time, taking in Harry's messy black hair and emerald eyes. His fair skin was a stark contrast to the scar on the right of his forehead, which was a bright red as if it was still new.

'I wonder. Can I take over for a moment?' I asked.

'Sure. What are you looking for?' Harry asked.

'You'll know if it happens. If not, I'll tell you.' Harry closed his eyes and I felt myself at the front of our mind again. Taking a deep breath, I opened them, barely surprised at what I saw. In the mirror, I saw my long spiky white hair, amethyst eyes looked back at me, and my Egyptian skin tone was still marred by the scar on my left cheek, only Harry's scar marked any difference between my past appearance and what was reflected.

'I couldn't imagine how Aunt Petunia would have reacted if you came out of our cupboard instead of me.' Harry laughed.

I started the shower, Harry explaining how, and got in. 'I however know how we can escape here now. No one will look for me if we go missing. Do you have a place we can go to after we leave?'

'Yes. I'll explain a bit first. I lived this life once before, going through all this alone though. It ended badly and I used a ritual called Return to Point, which returns the target to the first time they encountered Death.'

'A normally useless ritual. I am aware of it, as I looked into it myself back in my time.'

'Yes, well. For most people, you are correct. However, I had encountered Death a few times by that point. My first encounter was at 15 months old, when I was hit with the killing curse. I am the only one to have ever survived it and it left this scar that I am famous for, according to a man named Dumbledore.'

'That's a lamely named curse. I hope the incantation is more impressive.' I interrupted.

'Avada Kedavra.'

'I destroy as I speak. That is so new age it's pathetic. So, it's basically the opposite of the now famous Abracadabra which is I create as I speak.' I smiled as Harry laughed at that.

'For us now, it's an old spell. But, I suppose, to someone who learned magic 5,000 years ago it is new. Anyways, I was sent here the very next night, left on the porch in a basket. In November. I lived here until I got to attend a magic school named Hogwarts, which I learned about on my 11th birthday. Until then I had no idea magic was real and was told my parents were wastes and drunkards who died in a car crash. A lot happened during my school years, and I'll get into all that when it becomes important, if that's alright.'

'That's fine. I won't ask you to tell me everything, since there's no way in Ra's name I'm telling you everything about myself right away. Is there anything notable with your scar? I doubt such dark magic left just an ordinary scar."

"Oh, yah. The scar is actually a Horcrux, which Dumbledore knew about the whole time and used it, and me, as pawns in his game."

"Horcruxes are very dark magic, but soul magic like that would have drawn me to you. So where will we be going?'

'Diagon Alley, to a Bank called Gringotts. After that's we either can use a property of ours or get a room in one of the inns.'

I finished the shower and dried off, before letting Harry take back over. Our appearance went back to Harry's, proving that we would look like whoever was in control. We agreed to try and control our looks, so we can switch without others noticing. Harry went back to our cupboard silently, earning strange looks from his aunt and uncle, before we were locked back in. I decided to try and meditate inside our mind, mainly to see if I could. I felt Harry fall asleep which was a weird sensation. I was happy to find I can, in fact, meditate in our mind. After a short time of reconnecting with my powers, I found something I would never have expected within our mind. My Millennium Ring was there, within our mind, reaching for me. I reached back and felt my mind reconnect, the ring's power flowing into me. I spent the rest of the night meditating and controlling the ring's power.