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

Last Time: "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..."

Chapter 3

Harry did not say anything in reply; he gazed at the brown-haired boy thoughtfully. The moment the other boy had asked to be called 'Dark' Harry's suspicions was alerted. He considered anything Dark to be evil so he wondered why 'Mahaado' had asked to be called thus. Maybe he was a death eater?

Harry shook his head; that would have been too obvious. Maybe it was just a nickname? After all, even Harry had to admit that 'Mahaado' didn't fit with the brown-haired mage. He looked into the teen's misty grey eyes.

Some say that the eyes are the window to a soul, that you can tell what a person is feeling by looking into their eyes. This, to an extent is true. But how can one's eyes reflect all shades of emotions? Sure simple ones can be seen and interpreted, happiness, sadness, and fear.

But how can one mortal assume to correctly interpret the more complex feelings? How can they figure out the intentions behind them? What about the circumstances that surround them? The answer is…they can't.

One can look into a person's eyes and see fear. How do you know what type of fear it is? It could be fear for themselves, fear for others, fear of their surroundings, fear of themselves, fear of others, or even fear of uselessness. How could one assume to correctly guess these variations of one simple emotion?

They can't. Those who usually try end up wrong. Of course there are exceptions.

Harry couldn't even begin to describe what he saw in the other teen's eyes. Later, after he reflects on it Harry tries to describe it to Hermione, "I…I am not sure what I saw. There were so many different things at once. But one thing I know, his eyes were old. The looks in them were the ones I saw whenever Dumbledore watched his students…except even Dumbledore's gaze looked young in comparison."

But that is neither here nor there. Now, in this present time in the last compartment on the Hogwarts Express, the boy-who-lived's suspicions were mollified. He smiled slightly at the brown-haired teen, now dubbed Dark.

Dark returns the slight smile and looks around, "Um…I thought you said you had friends?"

Harry's eyes widen, "Oh no! I forgot about them! They had to go to the Perfects Carriage for the annual meeting, but once it's over they'll look for me. Hermione's gonna be upset!"

The dark-haired teen visibly paled at the thought of an angry Hermione…speaking of Hermione…

"Right you are Harry…"

Harry gulped and looked hesitantly toward the compartment door. Sure enough the bushy-haired Gryffindor Perfect stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, glaring coldly at the boy-who-lived. Behind her hovered Ron. The red-haired Weasley was smiling guiltily at Harry, who was shooting his best friend a pleading look. Ron's expression clearly stated, 'Sorry mate, but you got yourself into this.'

Dark pitied Harry Potter in that moment. He would have pitied anyone caught under that girl's gaze; she was even worse then Kaiba! And being a Duel monster, one almost always used by Yugi or Yami during duels with the CEO, Dark had definitely seen his share of Seto Kaiba's Gaming Glares of Ultimate Demise. Dark decided to help out Sirius' Godson.

The brown-haired mage stands up and bows deeply to Hermione, "I apologize. It is my fault that your friend didn't meet you. He and I started talking."

Hermione blushed as she noticed the stranger in the compartment, she stammered, "I-It's alright."

Harry smirked slightly seeing Hermione in such an embarrassed state; in a sickeningly sweet voice he introduces the two Gryffindors to the brown-haired boy mage, "These are my two friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley."

Dark smiles slightly, "And I am Mahaado Black, but I prefer to be called Dark."

Hermione's eyes brows raise at the nickname and the surname. She glances questioningly at Harry. But the aforementioned boy just smiled and nods. Hermione apparently wasn't satisfied with Harry's response but…it could wait.

Dark was confused by everyone's reactions to his name. He knew that the evil wizard Voldemort was called the Dark Lord, but did everyone automatically associate 'Dark' with 'Evil'? They are two completely different things!

He sighs and shakes his head ruefully, making a mental note to remember not to ask others to call him by his name, it would draw unneeded attention to him, he would just have to get used to Mahaado again. He would have to anyways due to the teachers. Dark slide to the seat nearest the outside wall of the compartment to allow room for Hermione and Ron, "You don't have to stand…"

Ron sits next to Harry and Hermione takes the remaining seat on Mahaado's side of the compartment. Dark pulls out a text book and begins to read as the train slowly lurches forward and begins to move. Ron leans over to Harry and whispers, "Want to bet that he'll end up in Slytherin?"

Harry merely frowned at his friend in reply.

In another compartment things weren't going too well. The air was filled with an uneasy silence as the tension between the two pale boys increased. The white-haired one, Ryou wondered what was causing the other teen pain. After living with an abusive yami, who up until the last year or two had never shown any interest in your wellbeing, didn't like to see others in pain.

A frown mars Ryou's feminine-like features as he contemplates his yami. Bakura had been oddly quiet lately, ever since they arrived in London. When the Hikari had first questioned the spirit it resulted in a curt, "None of your business" and the spirit locking himself in his soul room.

Ryou knew he should be grateful to have some time away from his yami, except that Ryou had grown used to the spirit's presence. It was just…odd…to hear the echoing space where his other self's spirit usually dwelt. Ryou sighed and shook his head, causing his long white mane of hair to swish back and forth.

He looked up to find the blonde boy staring at him. Ryou still had yet to learn the boy's name; neither had talked since the first time hours before. The blonde one hadn't even acknowledged Ryou's presence. This was why the white-haired teen was surprised to find the cold eyes focused on him. He blinked his doe-like brown eyes slowly, wondering what the other boy was thinking of.

Draco's narrowed eyes were trained on the white-haired teen, as they had been for the last hour. Draco had gotten fed up with trying to ignore the other's presence and also ignoring the occasional twang of pain from the dark mark so he stared intently at the boy, Ryou was his name? He had waited for recognition for nearly an hour now, but the Ryou seemed so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice.

Suddenly the glazed look vanished from Ryou's face and he looked at Draco, "Yes..?"

Draco unconsciously rubbed the mark on his arm, before snapping coldly, "What exactly are you doing here? You're a little old for a first-year."

The white-haired one looked away, "That's because I'm not. I'm a sixth. I received tutoring over the summer due to some latent magical ability."

Draco Malfoy's face hardened at this, "Then you are Muggle-born?"

Draco cringed slightly as he said the word; why had the accursed mark had chosen just then to hurt? He hoped Ryou hadn't seen it. Unfortunately for him, Ryou did.

The brown-eyed teen shrugged, "I suppose so…Um…I can't help but notice…but are you in pain?"

The blonde boy hissed, "No!"

Ryou looked skeptic, "Are you sure you don't want me to look at that arm?"

Draco clutched the sleeve of his robe which concealed the mark, "No! Mind your own business mudblood."

Ryou didn't understand the meaning of the word, but he guessed it was something insulting. This boy was lucky Bakura wasn't paying attention, else the blonde one would be dead soon. Ryou sighed before asking one last question, "May I at least know the name of my companion for this journey before neither of us talk to the other again?"

Draco rolled his eyes at the request, but obliges anyways "Draco Malfoy. Be sure to remember it."

Ryou nods and turns away, engrossing himself in a text book. Draco sneers, 'I'm sure he'll be in Gryffindor. Who else would be so adamant about helping someone else? '

A/N: Okay….so I didn't get to the sorting in this chapter….-.-….I meant to! I just can't think of where to go right now.

Review Responses:

Snowfire the Kitsune: Glad you liked the chapter. And good luck on your tests n.n

Kurapy: Um….not yet…that's been delayed another chapter -.-; And I don think I'll have Ryou recognize Dark right away…I mean he has never actually seen Dark when not in his purple outfit. Besides, he doesn't know Dark is missing.

InsanityRoseSparkles: o.o Insanely awesome? Really? I don't think it's that goodErm…anyways…Glad you like Dark's personality and I don't like Sirius dieing either T.T…That is the one thing I dislike about the fifth book…o.o you feel sorry for Malfoy? Neat! It worked n.n.

Erm…anyways…hope you like the chapter and please Read and Review n.n