Title: Shinko Majutsu: Real Black Magic

Author: Katreal

Genre: Yu-gi-oh! And Harry Potter Crossover

Pairings: None

Timeline: Post OotP; Post Pharaoh's Memory RPG

Spoilers: Order of the Phoenix and the Ancient Egyptian Arc

Disclaimer: I don't own anything...'cept maybe the plot...But I'm not sure

Chapter 1

The end of July was drawing near; a certain purple robed mage was getting restless. Sirius had told him that the school term began on September the First. It was drawing ever closer, and still Dark had not heard anything from the headmaster of the school. Sirius had assured him that the Ministry would locate his magical signature.

Dark sighed and looked out the dusty window, it was not that he did not like the escaped fugitive; in fact the mage had grown fond of Sirius during the last two months. But, as weird as it may sound, Dark missed being summoned to duels. It was the only thing that he had enjoyed during the 5000 years his death.

Dark shook his head, deciding not to bring up those memories again. He was lost in thought when a sharp tap on the window caught his attention. The mage was startled to find a tawny owl perched on the windowsill, its feathers ruffled as if with annoyance. The look that the owl shot at the mage clearly said, "What took you so long!?"

Dark chuckled as he remembered what Sirius had told him about the Wizard Postal System. Sure enough the mage found a letter firmly clutched in the owl's talon. After relieving the bird of its burden the tawny owl took off in a huff.

The Dark Magician looked at the parchment envelope in his hands, at first he thought it was for Sirius, but then he noticed the address, written in green ink. It read:

Mr. Mahaado Black.

The First Room to the Right

Old Run-Down House

The Outskirts, London.

Dark blinked, how would they know his name used to be Mahaado? He understood where the 'Black' came from. After all, his 'guardian' was Sirius Black. The mage shrugged and tore the envelope open, glancing at the letter inside:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc. Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwamp, International; Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Black,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your magical signature has recently come to our attention and we apologize that we have not invited you sooner. We shall be placing you in the 6th year due to your age and strength of your magical signature. We have utmost confidence in your ability to catch up to the rest of your peers. Please find the enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. Your train ticket is enclosed.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress.

Dark smiles wryly and glances at the other contents of the envelope. A second piece of parchment and a train ticket rested inside. The mage sighs and settles down to wait, Sirius wouldn't be back until much later.

A large black dog padded its way toward the run-down house. The sky was darkening as dusk fell. In the dog's mouth was a peculiar newspaper. It reached the front door and lifted one paw to scratch on the wood, waiting for a reply from the inside.

Sure enough, moments later the door opened and the dog walked in. It dropped the paper on the floor. As soon as the door closed the dog's eyes closed. Moments later a black-haired Sirius Black stood in the room. He leaned down and grabbed the paper.

Dark chuckled; he remembered how surprised he was when the fugitive first transformed. But then he remembered the letter that arrived earlier. He coughed, "Um...Sirius?"

Sirius looked over at the young mage, "What is it Dark?"

The mage silently hands the letter to the 'older' man. Sirius smiles slightly, "I see you've gotten the letter. Mahaado eh? That's your real name?"

Dark nods, "Yes...Mahaado was my name back in Egypt. I wonder how they knew it."

Sirius shrugs and hands the letter back to Dark, "I wouldn't know. I still believe that Dumbledore knows everything. It's kinda funny how he gave you my surname. What is yours?"

Dark shrugs, "I don't remember. I haven't used it in some 5000 years. Anyways...where am I supposed to find all this stuff?"

The mage extracts a list of books and supplies, "I don't know where I could find a wand, or cauldron or anything else on here."

Sirius chuckles, "Diagon Alley. I'll take you tomorrow."

The mage's eyebrow rose, "Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean you are a fugitive"

The fugitive grins, "You forgot that I'm an animagus."

Meanwhile, halfway around the world Yugi lay down on his bed, completely bored out of his mind. Yami, the spirit of Yugi's Millennium Puzzle was complaining loudly in Yugi's mind,

Aibou!! We haven't Played Duel Monsters in months!

Yugi sighed and rubs his temples, /What do you expect? Ryou went home to England for some school. Kaiba is in America working on his theme park. Tea and Tristan don't play very often. Joey was off somewhere with Mai, and who knows where Malik is? /

Yami sighs mentally, Can I duel you then?

/No! We have the same decks! /

Yami appears in his spirit form and shrugs, So!? It's better then doing nothing.

/The answer is still no! /

Aww...Yami pouted mentally and appeared next to Yugi in a semi-transparent form.

Yugi rolled his eyes and started to look through his deck, the first time he had even touched his deck in months. He shifted through the cards, his amethyst eyes widening as he reaches a certain card, "Y-Yami?"

Yami glances at the younger, "Yes Aibou?"

"Look..." Yugi passes a card to Yami.

The spirit's expression turns to one of shock. The card he held in his hand was none other then the Dark Magician...but the picture was blank.

The next day the Dark Magician stood in front of a pub called the 'Leaky Cauldron' somewhere in London. Next to him sat a large black dog, seemingly bored out of his mind. He growls softly and grabs the mage's pant leg in his mouth and tugs.

Dark glances down, "Are you sure this is the place Sirius?"

Sirius glares and nods curtly. Dark took the hint, "Sorry Kurai 1"

Sirius snorts softly and pads into the pub, Dark following close behind. The mage glances around the pub, noting the odd people sitting at the many tables. A man behind the counter, obviously the barkeeper, spotted the duo and came over, "Need to get into the Alley?"

Dark glances at Sirius. The dog nods slightly, trying to make the movement look inconspicuous. The mage then replies to the Barkeeper, "Yes..."

The barkeep nods and motions for Dark to follow him, the mage obliges. The barkeep led the way out to the back of the pub, and tapped the bricks on the wall with a long thin twig. After a certain brick was pressed an archway appeared. Dark was not too impressed by it, but he tried to feign surprise. Obviously the barkeep was convinced, "Well, M'names Tom. IF you need any help don't hesitate to ask."

Dark nods and watches as Tom disappears back into the pub. The mage and the dog step into the alley. The archway closes behind them, forming a brick wall once again. Dark nervously glances at the list of school supplies in his hand, "Hmm....robes first?"

Sirius barks softly and leads the way to a shop, 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions'. The mage follows the large dog. A witch stopped him at the entrance, "I'm sorry, but pets aren't allowed in here."

Dark nods, "Alright. Kurai? Will you please wait out here?"

In response Sirius sat down in front of the shop, staring boredly out at the crowd.

"You have a very well behaved dog." Remarked the witch as she led Dark into the shop.

"Hogwart's dear?" She asked as soon as they entered the shop. Dark merely nods, "Yes. I'm a new student."

"A first year? You look too old to be one." Remarked the witch as she began to take measurements.

The mage shook his head, "No. Sixth. Er...home schooled."

"Ah." The witch nodded understandingly.

The fitting process took another hour or so. Dark ended up leaving the shop with a two pairs of plain black robes, and a deep violet robe (for formal occasions).

He came out to find someone (guess who) standing in front of Sirius. A boy with messy black hair was staring at the dog in shock. He softly muttered, "Snuffles?"

Dark raised his eyebrow at this, "Kurai?"

Sirius got up and padded over to the mage. The black haired boy glanced at Dark in confusion, "He's yours?"

"Yes...why?"

The boy sighed, "I just thought...he looked familiar."

After that little encounter things went uneventful, until it became time to buy a wand. The Dark Magician stood in front of Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C.

The mage stepped inside the dusty shop, followed once again by Sirius. The animagus yawned and settled down near the door and lay his head on his paws. A low chuckle came from beside Dark, "I see your friend thinks this shall take a while."

Dark turns around to face an old man with misty blue eyes, "Another one for Hogwarts?"

The mage stayed silent but nodded. The man clapped, "Splendid! I am Mr. Ollivander. As soon as I get your measurements I shall find a wand for you. Which is your wand arm?"

Dark held out his right hand. Mr. Ollivander produced a tape measure and began to measure the mage's arm. Soon Dark noticed that Mr. Ollivander had left and the tape measure was still measuring. He ignored it. Soon enough the words, "That's enough" Echoed through the room, causing the tape measure to crumple in a heap.

Mr. Ollivander came back with a black box. He opened it up and offered it to the mage, "Oak, Sixteen Inches, dragon heartstring. Go ahead, give it a wave."

The Dark Magician did as he was told, only to get it snatched out of his hands. Moments later Mr. Ollivander returned with yet another, "Maple, twelve inches, Phoenix Feather..."

This process continued on for quite a while, until finally Mr. Ollivander returned with one other wand, "Curious...Sakura wood, fourteen inches, and unicorn hair."

Dark took the wand, thinking this would be another failure. But this wand, instead of doing nothing like the others, produced a purplish black mist. Dark recognized it from the shadow realm.

Mr. Ollivander smiles, "I thought so. Though that wand is curious."

"Why?"

"The Unicorn's hair...it came from a pure black stallion that I ran across a long time ago. A big pain to get I assure you."

"Oh..."

The mage took his wand and silently paid Mr. Ollivander before leaving, drawing the day's shopping trip to an end.

A/N: Well...I got two reviews in one day so I decided to post another chapter n.n Sorry if it stunk, it's my first time writing Diagon Alley scenes. Now....Review responses n.n

Snowfire the Kitsune: I'm glad you like. And do try to tone down the Mischief..I dun wanna get in trouble n.n;

RBMIfan: Also glad you like. And I'm glad you don't mind the no romance stuffs. And I understand about Dark being a fav duel monster n.n He's been my favorite forever. Followed by the Diamond Dragon (Can't remember how it's spelled...and I don't have the card at the moment -.-;)

Anyways...if you want another chapter...remember to review!