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 2

"...Wake up Dark..."

The brown-haired mage groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and tried to ignore Sirius' voice, "Dun wanna..."

A low chuckle, "Really? Then you wouldn't mind missing the train?"

At that statement grey eyes snapped open and Dark sat straight up. He glared at the fugitive, who currently was laughing. Sirius finally stopped a moment later, "You know...you aren't quite as...uptight as you were when you saved me."

Dark growls and throws a pillow at the black-haired man, "What do you expect after spending about 3 months with a trouble maker like you!?"

This last comment sent Sirius into another fit of laughter. Dark scowls slightly and pushes the renegade out of the room and shut the door. The mage sighs and smiles slightly, as much as he hated to admit it; he enjoyed Sirius' childish actions. 'Ah well...at least he wasn't kidding about the fact that today is September 1st.'

As soon as Dark finished that train of thought he glanced at his two sets of day clothes. He had his purple robes...and he had a purple tee-shirt and a baggy jeans. Sirius had 'found' the latter two articles of clothing not too long after the mage had woken up, thus giving him clothes that he could wear in the muggle, or nonmagical world.

The mage decided to wear the shirt and jeans. After all, King's Cross was packed with muggles was it not? By the time Sirius' laughter had faded, Dark was already changed and currently folding his robes into his trunk. A knock on the door sounded, "Can I come in?"

The mage chuckles, "Only if you don't dissolve into giggles again."

"Hey! I don't giggle!" Came the indignant reply as Sirius walked in. He sat down in a nearby chair, "You almost ready?"

Dark nods and grabs his wand, putting it in the pocket of his jeans. Sirius feigned a look of pride and pretended to sniffle, "My little boy is going off to wizard school..."

The mage sent the renegade a glare that would make even Seto Kaiba proud, thus silencing the fake sobs from the 'older'. "Soo...how are we going to get to 'King's Cross'?" He asked coldly.

Sirius pouts slightly at the glare, "Aw come on....you're no fun....Anyway...How do you think we'll get there?"

"We walk?"

Sirius grins at the dismayed expression on Dark's face, "Yep."

At the same time, miles away from the old abandoned house, another boy was getting a rude awakening. Short black sleep-tousled (1) hair, a skinny frame, a lightning shaped scar...Yep this was the Wizarding World's most famous teenager, Harry Potter.

Said teenager was currently being shaken by another boy, a tall, freckled, red-head. Yep, it was none other then Harry Potter's best friend, Ron Weasley, "C'mon Harry! I know it's bloody early but don't you think this is over doing it? I mean we're going back to Hogwarts!"

Harry groaned and rolled over, he wanted to go back to sleep. Go back to the dream where his Godfather was laughing. The boy could not remember why Sirius was laughing, but it was a welcome change from the nightmares he had received after his godfather's death.

An irritated sigh escaped from the red-haired boy, "Geez Harry! If you don't hurry up I'll get Hermione in here!"

Harry's emerald green eyes snap open at Ron's threat, "You wouldn't!"

No matter how much he wanted to see Sirius again; nothing was worse then being on the receiving end of the Gryffindor Perfect's temper. Ever since the incident last summer she had grown less patient and more moody.

In fact they all had changed. Ron became more serious, and even a little bit smarter due to the whole 'brain' incident. Harry had withdrawn into himself for the longest time, constantly haunted by nightmares. He blamed himself for Sirius's death and that thought haunted him. It was only when he had been taken to the Weasley's house did he begin to open up. Ginny...well...who knows what happened to Ginny. She had always been good at hiding her feelings. Harry wasn't sure what had happened to Neville and Luna either.

Soon enough Harry's musings were interrupted when Ron's mother, Molly Weasley yelled up the stairs, "Ron! Harry! Hurry or we'll miss the train!"

Harry shouted a quick, "Coming" and hurriedly got dressed. His trunk and Hedwig's cage were already downstairs so all the young wizard had to grab was his glasses and wand.

After gathering the aforementioned items Harry and Ron headed downstairs to meet the third member of their trio, Hermione Granger. The bushy brown haired Gryffindor perfect was waiting at the bottom of the stairs; waiting rather impatiently I might add.

She glares at the two boys, "Finally. I thought the Ghoul had eaten you."

Harry and Ron smiled at each other; they knew that Hermione wasn't really mad at them. They both understood what had happened to make her this way. Heck, they had both experienced it.

Shortly afterwards Mrs. Weasley bustled in the hall, "Morning boys" She noticed Ginny walk in and stand by Hermione, "and girls."

A soft chorus of tired, 'Morning's sounded from the teenagers. Mrs. Weasley chuckled softly, "Well, hop to it. You four got up late. Your stuff is already in the car. Arthur will drop you off at the station on the way to work."

The four slightly sleepy teens trudged out the door and to the rented Ministry Car parked outside.

Draco Malfoy growled softly. It was the first day of school, meaning that it would be the first day to see him again. He was the one that ruined the young Slytherin's life. He was the one who always outdid him, the one who humiliated him. He was the one who sent Draco's father to Azkaban. He was Harry Potter.

Draco loathed the boy who held that name. The goody-goody Gryffindor, Perfect Potter. Sure, Draco had never actually liked Harry before, but their relationship had never gone beyond rivals. But now...Draco hated Harry with a passion. The young Slytherin had never actually wanted to follow Voldemort. But due to his father's capture the initiation had started early.

The pale haired boy sat in an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express; he had dismissed Crabbe and Goyle a while ago. Both felt that it was an honor to become a Death Eater so young, it made Draco sick.

The pale boy clutches his forearm, once more feeling the pain that had accompanied the marking. He mentally cursed Harry for forcing this on him. A faint stab of pain slices through his arm, originating from the cursed green and black skull. Draco bit back a soft cry of pain; the Death Eaters had told him that the mark would hurt for a few months, the way of reminding the new recruit where his loyalties lie.

Draco was too wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the door to the compartment opening, nor the boy who stood there, a slight look of concern in his chocolate brown eyes, "Are you alright?"

The Slytherin perfect's head whipped around to face the owner of the voice. He feared that it would be Potter, and the last thing he wanted was to be thought weak by that...that...mudblood.

Draco startles himself, falling back into his thoughts by that name. He had never before considered Potter a mudblood. He never could bring himself to call the black haired boy that name. Sure, he had called his bushy haired, know-it-all girlfriend it a couple times...but never the-boy-who-lived. His parents were both magical. But now that he thought about it, Draco realized that Potter's mother was muggle-born, thus tainting the line with tainted blood...Draco shook his head and turned his attention back to the newcomer.

He glares at the boy half-heartedly, trying to make his voice cold and intimidating though only succeeding in suppressing the pain in it, "Who are you? Why do you want to know?

The boy runs his pale fingers through his long snow white hair, "I...um...I'm...R-Ryou Ryou Bakura. You looked....hurt...I...I was wondering if you were alright"

Draco winces as another stab of pain is felt, "I am...perfectly...fine..."

Ryou's eyes widen at the venom lacing the Slytherin's voice, "O-oh...Alright...then...um...may I share this compartment...with you?"

"Do whatever you want." Draco snapped, turning his attention out the window.

Ryou remained silent and took a seat across from Draco, a fleeting look of concern marring his features.

Dark blinked as he passed straight through the barrier between platform's 9 and 10. Apparently Sirius was right...speaking of Sirius, "Kurai..."

He looked around for the dog; he spotted the large dog walk though the barrier. He stops next to the mage. Dark smiles, "I'll miss you...be sure to write okay?"

Sirius gives Dark a doggy smile and barks softly. The mage smiles and scratches the dog behind the ears, "Alright then. I'll write to you once I get sorted."

With a last parting scratch behind the ears Dark took his trunk and boarded the train. He searched a while for an empty compartment. There was one, near the back. No one else sat inside. Dark stowed his trunk and sat down to wait.

Harry checked his watch, 5 minutes until the train leaves. He hurried through King's Cross Station, ignoring the calls from Ron, Hermione, and Ginny to wait up. Harry took the barrier in a run, dashing toward the train. The sooner he could get to the train, the soon he could get to Hogwarts.

As he ran a black shape darted out in front of him. He skidded to a stop just as the black thing bounded away into the crowd. Harry blinked, adjusting his glasses. He could have sworn that he saw Sirius.

Shaking his head the boy-who-lived put it down to wishful thinking and boarded the train. Unfortunately, by this time, all the compartments were full. He finally found one at the end of the train with only one person in it. He knocks softly on the door. A soft voice drifts from inside, "Yes?"

Harry blinks, the voice seemed kinda familiar, "Um...can me and my friends share your compartment? There aren't any others."

"Sure."

Harry put his hand on the door and opened it. He was met with a familiar pair of misty grey eyes. The black-haired boy blinks, "It's you. I saw you in Diagon Alley...with the dog..."

Misty grey eyes twinkle in a tanned face, framed by strands of brown hair, "Yes. You thought he was 'Snuffles.'"

Harry blushed, "Yeah...he just looks....so...much like my old dog...But...he....died...."

The boy frowns, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to remind you of anything painful. Please sit down Mr.....err..."

"Potter..." Harry whispered waiting for the usual reaction, the gawking at his scar, "Harry Potter."

A ghost of a smile crosses the brown-haired boy's face, "Ah. I am...Mahaado...Black."

Harry's eyes widen, "You are related to Sirius Black!?"

'Mahaado' blinks, "Not really...he was...my guardian"

Harry smiles sadly, "Ah...He was my Godfather..."

Harry felt hurt inside, Sirius had never taken Harry in, and judging by the boy in front of him, Sirius had taken someone else in first. Not that it mattered...Sirius...was....dead....

'Mahaado' noticed the unshed tears in Harry's eyes "Are you alright?"

The black haired boy feels a tear leak out of his eye, "No Mahaado...I'm not alright...I miss him..."

'Mahaado' smiles slightly and gives Harry an understanding look, "It's alright...I'm sure he wouldn't like it if you cried..."

The black-haired boy wiped the tear away, "I guess you are right..."

The grey eyed teen sighs, "Oh and Harry..."

"Yes?"

"Please don't call me Mahaado..."

Harry was confused, "Why not?"

'Mahaado' looked uncomfortable, "Well...It doesn't seem like it belongs anymore."

"Then what shall I call you?"

The brown-haired teen whispers, "Dark..."

"Why...that...?"

'Mahaado' whispers, "That's what Sirius called me..."

(1)– Is that even a word?

(2) – He's trying to come up with an excuse. He doesn't feel comfortable with people calling him Mahaado so he's pretending to be sad by Sirius' supposed death and trying to pretend he's still around by having others call him by his real 'name'

A/N: Bleh...I know this chapter is mushy...but I wanted to give insight on some characters thoughts....

Review Responses:

Snowfire the Kitsune: In that case I don't mind the mischief n.n

Kurapy: Yugi won't be going to Hogwarts as a student...but he will appear in Europe later n.n And Ryou is the tomb robber. Tomb Keeper is Malik n.n

shadows of chaos61: No they're not n.n

Shana: Why thank you ...I hope you like this one too.

RBMIfan: Yep. I had meant to make a note at the end of last chapter but I kinda forgot n.n; and I agree about the sorting. That should be in the next chapter. And yes Ryou is going to Hogwarts too: p

Well...anyways...I just want to let you all know I won't update this again for a few days...I desperately need to post a new chapter for Broken Heart...It's the only fic I haven't updated lately.

Anyways, read and review n.n ja ne.