Hello, hello!
^_^
Welcome to the newest chapter of my wonderful creative crossover, Millennium Magic! (Ok, I may be streching the truth a little there, but oh well. ^_^)
Ok... Lil notish things:
Did anybody notice who's POV that last section of last chappie was? Yes, it was about Hermione, but did anyone notice that it was actually in Hedgwig's POV? ^_^ Sneaky, aren't I?
Mojobubbles, Yes I know I spelled those wrong. Sometimes I do that. I have spelling issues. ^_^U Sorry!
Thanks to everyone for the encouraging reviews! I'm glad you're into this ficcie! This is definitally the most mysterious ficcie I've done so far... Besides Where's Yugi, of course. ^_^
There's a really cool POV in here... But it's frustratingly hidden as to who it is. *evil grin* You'll never know!!!! Never!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! (Well, ya will at the end of the story, but whatever...)
Okies, so enough talking about it and let's get into it! ^_^
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Bakura showed Harry where he was supposed to go to get his paperwork all filled out and then Harry was given a schedule. Because Bakura knew his way around the school by that point, and was right there to be asked, Harry was put into all of his classes and he was assigned to help him out whenever he needed it.
Now they were walking down the halls towards their first period class, which they both had passes to be late into.
"Thanks for agreeing to help me out." Harry said gratefully.
Bakura shrugged. "No problem. Glad I could help."
They walked in silence to the class. Bakura opened the door and they both walked in.
Bakura walked to the head of the class and began talking with the teacher, telling her why Harry was there. Harry began looking around the classroom at the different students. Some were alseep, flopped over on their desks, obviously not paying any attention what so ever to anything the teacher had to say.
Some had been paying a little attention, but were now reading books, doodling, or goofing off while the teacher was busy.
Others had been paying strict attention and were now looking impatient and bored now that the teacher had stopped talking to them.
There was one student, however, that seemed to stand out from the rest even though he was sitting in the very back of the class and was wearing dark clothes.
He didn't look bored, but he didn't look like he really wanted to be paying attention to anybody there, either. He was reading a green book, and basically ingoring everybody. He wasn't exactly the nerdy type, but there was something about him that said, "Leave me alone, I'm working on something."
"Class!" the teacher called out. "This is Harry Potter. I'd like for you all to give him a warm welcome into Domino High. First off, we'll go around the classroom and tell him your name and one thing about yourself, so he won't be confused."
There were a few groans from around the classroom, and a few people rolled their eyes.
"I don't think she realizes that we're not in Kindergarden anymore..." one girl in the front row whispered to herself. Personally, Harry agreed with her, but this would help him out a little bit if the person who did it was in this classroom.
Although, somehow he didn't think somebody was going to say, "I'm so-and-so and I make things disappear!"
Wasn't going to be that easy. Bakura sat down in his seat and the person at the end of the row nearest the teacher stood up, looking straight ahead as if reciting a poem, and said, "I'm Natalie Bromley, and I play Soccer."
She sat down and the next person stood, "I'm Jason Briant, and I'm in Drama club."
He sat and another kid stood. "I'm Malik Ishtar, and I like to collect things."
He sat down, and so on and so on. For the whole first row, it was just normal sounding names with normal sounding activities. "Kickball." "Swimming." "Cheerleading." and some others.
A few kids sounded bored with this, a few seemed enthusiastic to have a new kid, others were saying things that obviously weren't true, just to annoy the teacher...
A few names he recognised caught his attention as he realized that Yugi and a few of the others were in his class.
"I'm Yugi Moto and I like to duel."
Harry heard a few, "Well, duh" s around the room as he sat down again.
"I'm Tea and I like to dance!" Tea twirled around once, then sat down again.
"I'm Joey Wheeler, and.... I like to... uh.. I like to do lots of things!" he sat down again, grinning once more.
Finally, the calling out thing reached the back of the class and the one kid had to introduce himself as well... He obviously HAD been paying attention, even if it seemed that he hadn't.
He didn't stand up, simply looked up and stated, "I'm Seto Kaiba, and I run KaibaCorp."
He continued looking at Harry, his body language suggesting that he was very bored with this whole thing, but something in his eyes kept saying, "I think I know you from somewhere..."
Harry shivered slightly. When he was in the muggle world, it wasn't a good thing for people to know who he was... Here he was just another kid, right?
"Now, wasn't that nice! Harry, why don't you say something about yourself? Where you're from!"
"Um.. I'm from England, and.... uh... I'm staying here with my parents for a few weeks..."
"And what do you like to do?"
"Uh..." Harry thought hard. He obviously couldn't say what he really liked to do, so he needed something else. He shrugged. "I play some sports."
"Alright. Why don't you have a seat next to Mr. Kaiba here, and then we can continue with our lesson. Seto, will you please help Harry out by showing him a little of what we've been learning and helping him get on track?" The teacher strode over to her desk and sat down, ready to begin the lesson once more.
Harry went over and took the seat next to him. He didn't look too happy about it, but kept glancing at Harry, but more importantly, at his scar...
It was almost as if he knew about him already... Maybe there was a wizarding school here in Domino after all? Or perhaps he simply knew a lot about the wizarding world because he was the one who made Hogwarts disappear...
It sort of made sense... Any magic used to do such a thing would have to be extemely powerful, and here was a boy, obviously bored with school, who had some really advanced technology, and the entire Kaiba Corperation, at his command... even if it was just muggle stuff...
Most magic may not be able to penetrate the school's spells, but he was almost sure that if a muggle happened upon it, he'd probably be able to do something to it if he had some machines to help him.
Possibly...
Yugi was still a big suspect, and he never really could make eye contact with him... Yugi was always looking down at the floor, trying to avoid looking at anyone. Was it possible that he knew something about the whole thing?
Harry looked across the faces of several of the other students...
Joey never really had said what he liked to do. Maybe that was connected somehow.
And that Malik kid was kind of quiet as well. A little too quiet. And what was it he had said he liked to do? Collect things? What could he be collecting that was so important?
He sighed.
Maybe Hermione would be able to create a tracking spell when she got there, but for now he'd have to do this on his own, collecting suspicions, and hoping he'd be able to find the person before the Ministry of Magic found him there...
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I had looked over at the new kid, Harry, several times that class period. There was something about him... I just couldn't put my finger on it.
It was especially confusing when that owl came flying in through the school's window and began circling the school until it found him and perched on his shoulder. He had immedietly left the room quickly, muttering an, "I'm sorry," to the teacher, then coming back about 10 minutes later.
I also found it somewhat annoying that Harry kept looking around at everyone curiously all day... as if he had something on his mind...
It was almost as if he knew something. He was probably one of those Ministry people that the person I had made a deal with had talked about, so I had tried to do all my looking discretely.
I was now at the moment, walking home. Today, I was walking alone. I sometimes walked with somebody, but today there had been a huge crowd coming out of the school and we got seperated.
Oh well. I was needing to be going home quickly anyway. I had things to do. I slipped through the crowd, trying to be as unnoticable as I could, just in case I was being tracked. You could never be too careful.
As I rounded the corner towards my house, I noticed something different... There was a huge crowd of people around!
People often came to my house, and so this wouldn't have bugged me too much, but these people weren't going in, weren't even knocking on the door or anything... They were gathered around outside, looking in through the windows, some wandering around on the lawn.
And they were all wearing rather strange clothing...
This was no ordinary bunch of people. If that Harry kid wasn't a Ministry worker or whatever, these people surely were.
That guy had told me that if the Ministry found me, to go somewhere else and he'd find me. I still have no clue what he meant, but whatever.
I continued walking down the street past my house, trying to act as casual as possible. Just another passerby. Inside, I was slightly scared. I had done things before, but I had never been this close to being caught... These Ministry people were even better than I had thought.
I turned into an alley, heading for an old abandoned building that I knew about.
The turns were complicated, and someone who didn't know their way around could easily get lost. Good thing I knew my way around, then...
Although I wasn't expecting for there to be somebody right around that corner... I ran into them, falling over backwards.
"Watch where you're going!" I shouted, getting up and attempting to dust the dirt off my shirt.
"My, my, what a temper you have there." the person I had run into said, sounding amused. "I take the time to go and find you because the Ministry's on your tail, and you yell at me."
I looked up at him, recognising his voice. "Hello, Voldemort." I said.
He grinned his phsycotic grin of his. "Shall we be going to that warehouse building you were planning on going to now?" he asked, turning around and leading the way, not waiting for an answer.
I followed, but I kept my mouth shut. How did he know where I was going? And how was he not getting lost back here?
Did he have some sort of map, or a compass? Or had he, like me, simply been here before?
Whatever. At least he wasn't leading us down to some dead end somewhere.
As we walked, I realized something. At every turn, he would hesitate just the slightest bit, as if waiting for something, and then he would move on again.
If he was anything like Pegasus had been, which his personality was actually annoyingly similar, he was probably reading my mind somehow.
On the next turn, I thought hard, //Right turn!!!//
And he turned right! Running smack into a dead end wall!
I grinned to myself. "I'm not stupid, you know." I said, walking past him and heading the correct way towards the building. My long coat flowed behind me.
He glared at me, then pushed himself ahead of me once again. "Simple miscalculation." he said indignantly. He began walking again, more quickly this time. "And don't pull any more funny stuff. I don't think you're aware of just how powerful the Ministry can get, especially if they know where you are."
I rolled my eyes, even though I knew he couldn't see me because he was ahead of me. "I would appreciate it if you wouldn't probe my mind." I told him. "I've had bad experiences with people reading minds before, and I really don't want any more."
"Just a simple spell." Voldemort shrugged. "It's really no big deal. But then, when you need answers, nothing really is, hmm?"
I scowled. He was trying to show me that the Ministry could do the same thing. "Can we just get there?" I asked impatiently.
He didn't answer, simply continued walking until we had reached the old warehouse.
It had been burned out about a year before in some freak mechanical incident. I could still remember the flames all around... I had watched it burn down... And had almost lost someone in it...
There really wasn't anything left in it anymore except a table and bed that someone had dragged in to make the place more livable.
Most of the charred stuff had chipped away, but there was still a smell of smoke around, making it a good place to hide, for if they were using guard dogs or anything to trace me, the scent would be lost among the smoky smells.
Not that these particular people were really going to be using any dogs, but it had been a hiding place that had gotten me out of a few jams in the past.
We both went inside. Voldemort's pathetic looking little servant, Wormtail, was already there waiting for us. Voldemort must have seen the Ministry at my house while I was at school and figured out where I would have gone by the whole mind probing thing.
"Any news, Master?" Wormtail asked quietly.
Voldemort rolled his eyes. "If I was going out for simply news, would I have left you here and come back with this dolt?"
My anger flahed up quickly and I glared at him. "Watch it."
He smirked, then turned back to me. "And why should I?"
"Because you need me here."
"And why is that?"
"Or else you wouild have let me get caught by the Ministry people. I know how you people work. You're all the same."
"Whatever are you talking about?"
I rolled my eyes. Wormtail was watching, seeming to take pleasure in watching someone get a tongue-lashing from his "master."
I decided to change the subject. "Whatever. As I recall, you told me you weren't done doing what we started the other night?"
Voldemort frowned at having his insults and taunting be completley ignored, but then went on. "Yes, we still have some work to do."
"Then let's get this over with."
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The moment Harry stepped out of the door of the school, he was seperated from everybody. He had been wandering around Domino long enough the other day that he knew how to gett back to the placce he had rented, but he was still upset that he hadn't gotten to walk home with his new friends...
As he got around the corner where he could see his "house," he grinned. Hermione and Ron were waiting for him on the front porch.
"Hey!" he called. They looked up at saw him. Ron grinned, waving back, but Hermione looked annoyed.
"What took you so long to get here? I thought you were going to be right here when we got here? We've been waiting here for..." She checked her watch, "About an hour now!"
"Sorry. Come inside, I'll explain everything to you."
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You don't know who it iiiiiiiis! You don't know who it iiiiiiiis! ^_^
I'm being evilness... ^_^ That POV was fun to write... Although, quite hard... Hard to write in detail when you're trying to hide all important details.. ^_^U
See ya next chappie!
--Daricio
^_^
Welcome to the newest chapter of my wonderful creative crossover, Millennium Magic! (Ok, I may be streching the truth a little there, but oh well. ^_^)
Ok... Lil notish things:
Did anybody notice who's POV that last section of last chappie was? Yes, it was about Hermione, but did anyone notice that it was actually in Hedgwig's POV? ^_^ Sneaky, aren't I?
Mojobubbles, Yes I know I spelled those wrong. Sometimes I do that. I have spelling issues. ^_^U Sorry!
Thanks to everyone for the encouraging reviews! I'm glad you're into this ficcie! This is definitally the most mysterious ficcie I've done so far... Besides Where's Yugi, of course. ^_^
There's a really cool POV in here... But it's frustratingly hidden as to who it is. *evil grin* You'll never know!!!! Never!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! (Well, ya will at the end of the story, but whatever...)
Okies, so enough talking about it and let's get into it! ^_^
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Bakura showed Harry where he was supposed to go to get his paperwork all filled out and then Harry was given a schedule. Because Bakura knew his way around the school by that point, and was right there to be asked, Harry was put into all of his classes and he was assigned to help him out whenever he needed it.
Now they were walking down the halls towards their first period class, which they both had passes to be late into.
"Thanks for agreeing to help me out." Harry said gratefully.
Bakura shrugged. "No problem. Glad I could help."
They walked in silence to the class. Bakura opened the door and they both walked in.
Bakura walked to the head of the class and began talking with the teacher, telling her why Harry was there. Harry began looking around the classroom at the different students. Some were alseep, flopped over on their desks, obviously not paying any attention what so ever to anything the teacher had to say.
Some had been paying a little attention, but were now reading books, doodling, or goofing off while the teacher was busy.
Others had been paying strict attention and were now looking impatient and bored now that the teacher had stopped talking to them.
There was one student, however, that seemed to stand out from the rest even though he was sitting in the very back of the class and was wearing dark clothes.
He didn't look bored, but he didn't look like he really wanted to be paying attention to anybody there, either. He was reading a green book, and basically ingoring everybody. He wasn't exactly the nerdy type, but there was something about him that said, "Leave me alone, I'm working on something."
"Class!" the teacher called out. "This is Harry Potter. I'd like for you all to give him a warm welcome into Domino High. First off, we'll go around the classroom and tell him your name and one thing about yourself, so he won't be confused."
There were a few groans from around the classroom, and a few people rolled their eyes.
"I don't think she realizes that we're not in Kindergarden anymore..." one girl in the front row whispered to herself. Personally, Harry agreed with her, but this would help him out a little bit if the person who did it was in this classroom.
Although, somehow he didn't think somebody was going to say, "I'm so-and-so and I make things disappear!"
Wasn't going to be that easy. Bakura sat down in his seat and the person at the end of the row nearest the teacher stood up, looking straight ahead as if reciting a poem, and said, "I'm Natalie Bromley, and I play Soccer."
She sat down and the next person stood, "I'm Jason Briant, and I'm in Drama club."
He sat and another kid stood. "I'm Malik Ishtar, and I like to collect things."
He sat down, and so on and so on. For the whole first row, it was just normal sounding names with normal sounding activities. "Kickball." "Swimming." "Cheerleading." and some others.
A few kids sounded bored with this, a few seemed enthusiastic to have a new kid, others were saying things that obviously weren't true, just to annoy the teacher...
A few names he recognised caught his attention as he realized that Yugi and a few of the others were in his class.
"I'm Yugi Moto and I like to duel."
Harry heard a few, "Well, duh" s around the room as he sat down again.
"I'm Tea and I like to dance!" Tea twirled around once, then sat down again.
"I'm Joey Wheeler, and.... I like to... uh.. I like to do lots of things!" he sat down again, grinning once more.
Finally, the calling out thing reached the back of the class and the one kid had to introduce himself as well... He obviously HAD been paying attention, even if it seemed that he hadn't.
He didn't stand up, simply looked up and stated, "I'm Seto Kaiba, and I run KaibaCorp."
He continued looking at Harry, his body language suggesting that he was very bored with this whole thing, but something in his eyes kept saying, "I think I know you from somewhere..."
Harry shivered slightly. When he was in the muggle world, it wasn't a good thing for people to know who he was... Here he was just another kid, right?
"Now, wasn't that nice! Harry, why don't you say something about yourself? Where you're from!"
"Um.. I'm from England, and.... uh... I'm staying here with my parents for a few weeks..."
"And what do you like to do?"
"Uh..." Harry thought hard. He obviously couldn't say what he really liked to do, so he needed something else. He shrugged. "I play some sports."
"Alright. Why don't you have a seat next to Mr. Kaiba here, and then we can continue with our lesson. Seto, will you please help Harry out by showing him a little of what we've been learning and helping him get on track?" The teacher strode over to her desk and sat down, ready to begin the lesson once more.
Harry went over and took the seat next to him. He didn't look too happy about it, but kept glancing at Harry, but more importantly, at his scar...
It was almost as if he knew about him already... Maybe there was a wizarding school here in Domino after all? Or perhaps he simply knew a lot about the wizarding world because he was the one who made Hogwarts disappear...
It sort of made sense... Any magic used to do such a thing would have to be extemely powerful, and here was a boy, obviously bored with school, who had some really advanced technology, and the entire Kaiba Corperation, at his command... even if it was just muggle stuff...
Most magic may not be able to penetrate the school's spells, but he was almost sure that if a muggle happened upon it, he'd probably be able to do something to it if he had some machines to help him.
Possibly...
Yugi was still a big suspect, and he never really could make eye contact with him... Yugi was always looking down at the floor, trying to avoid looking at anyone. Was it possible that he knew something about the whole thing?
Harry looked across the faces of several of the other students...
Joey never really had said what he liked to do. Maybe that was connected somehow.
And that Malik kid was kind of quiet as well. A little too quiet. And what was it he had said he liked to do? Collect things? What could he be collecting that was so important?
He sighed.
Maybe Hermione would be able to create a tracking spell when she got there, but for now he'd have to do this on his own, collecting suspicions, and hoping he'd be able to find the person before the Ministry of Magic found him there...
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I had looked over at the new kid, Harry, several times that class period. There was something about him... I just couldn't put my finger on it.
It was especially confusing when that owl came flying in through the school's window and began circling the school until it found him and perched on his shoulder. He had immedietly left the room quickly, muttering an, "I'm sorry," to the teacher, then coming back about 10 minutes later.
I also found it somewhat annoying that Harry kept looking around at everyone curiously all day... as if he had something on his mind...
It was almost as if he knew something. He was probably one of those Ministry people that the person I had made a deal with had talked about, so I had tried to do all my looking discretely.
I was now at the moment, walking home. Today, I was walking alone. I sometimes walked with somebody, but today there had been a huge crowd coming out of the school and we got seperated.
Oh well. I was needing to be going home quickly anyway. I had things to do. I slipped through the crowd, trying to be as unnoticable as I could, just in case I was being tracked. You could never be too careful.
As I rounded the corner towards my house, I noticed something different... There was a huge crowd of people around!
People often came to my house, and so this wouldn't have bugged me too much, but these people weren't going in, weren't even knocking on the door or anything... They were gathered around outside, looking in through the windows, some wandering around on the lawn.
And they were all wearing rather strange clothing...
This was no ordinary bunch of people. If that Harry kid wasn't a Ministry worker or whatever, these people surely were.
That guy had told me that if the Ministry found me, to go somewhere else and he'd find me. I still have no clue what he meant, but whatever.
I continued walking down the street past my house, trying to act as casual as possible. Just another passerby. Inside, I was slightly scared. I had done things before, but I had never been this close to being caught... These Ministry people were even better than I had thought.
I turned into an alley, heading for an old abandoned building that I knew about.
The turns were complicated, and someone who didn't know their way around could easily get lost. Good thing I knew my way around, then...
Although I wasn't expecting for there to be somebody right around that corner... I ran into them, falling over backwards.
"Watch where you're going!" I shouted, getting up and attempting to dust the dirt off my shirt.
"My, my, what a temper you have there." the person I had run into said, sounding amused. "I take the time to go and find you because the Ministry's on your tail, and you yell at me."
I looked up at him, recognising his voice. "Hello, Voldemort." I said.
He grinned his phsycotic grin of his. "Shall we be going to that warehouse building you were planning on going to now?" he asked, turning around and leading the way, not waiting for an answer.
I followed, but I kept my mouth shut. How did he know where I was going? And how was he not getting lost back here?
Did he have some sort of map, or a compass? Or had he, like me, simply been here before?
Whatever. At least he wasn't leading us down to some dead end somewhere.
As we walked, I realized something. At every turn, he would hesitate just the slightest bit, as if waiting for something, and then he would move on again.
If he was anything like Pegasus had been, which his personality was actually annoyingly similar, he was probably reading my mind somehow.
On the next turn, I thought hard, //Right turn!!!//
And he turned right! Running smack into a dead end wall!
I grinned to myself. "I'm not stupid, you know." I said, walking past him and heading the correct way towards the building. My long coat flowed behind me.
He glared at me, then pushed himself ahead of me once again. "Simple miscalculation." he said indignantly. He began walking again, more quickly this time. "And don't pull any more funny stuff. I don't think you're aware of just how powerful the Ministry can get, especially if they know where you are."
I rolled my eyes, even though I knew he couldn't see me because he was ahead of me. "I would appreciate it if you wouldn't probe my mind." I told him. "I've had bad experiences with people reading minds before, and I really don't want any more."
"Just a simple spell." Voldemort shrugged. "It's really no big deal. But then, when you need answers, nothing really is, hmm?"
I scowled. He was trying to show me that the Ministry could do the same thing. "Can we just get there?" I asked impatiently.
He didn't answer, simply continued walking until we had reached the old warehouse.
It had been burned out about a year before in some freak mechanical incident. I could still remember the flames all around... I had watched it burn down... And had almost lost someone in it...
There really wasn't anything left in it anymore except a table and bed that someone had dragged in to make the place more livable.
Most of the charred stuff had chipped away, but there was still a smell of smoke around, making it a good place to hide, for if they were using guard dogs or anything to trace me, the scent would be lost among the smoky smells.
Not that these particular people were really going to be using any dogs, but it had been a hiding place that had gotten me out of a few jams in the past.
We both went inside. Voldemort's pathetic looking little servant, Wormtail, was already there waiting for us. Voldemort must have seen the Ministry at my house while I was at school and figured out where I would have gone by the whole mind probing thing.
"Any news, Master?" Wormtail asked quietly.
Voldemort rolled his eyes. "If I was going out for simply news, would I have left you here and come back with this dolt?"
My anger flahed up quickly and I glared at him. "Watch it."
He smirked, then turned back to me. "And why should I?"
"Because you need me here."
"And why is that?"
"Or else you wouild have let me get caught by the Ministry people. I know how you people work. You're all the same."
"Whatever are you talking about?"
I rolled my eyes. Wormtail was watching, seeming to take pleasure in watching someone get a tongue-lashing from his "master."
I decided to change the subject. "Whatever. As I recall, you told me you weren't done doing what we started the other night?"
Voldemort frowned at having his insults and taunting be completley ignored, but then went on. "Yes, we still have some work to do."
"Then let's get this over with."
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The moment Harry stepped out of the door of the school, he was seperated from everybody. He had been wandering around Domino long enough the other day that he knew how to gett back to the placce he had rented, but he was still upset that he hadn't gotten to walk home with his new friends...
As he got around the corner where he could see his "house," he grinned. Hermione and Ron were waiting for him on the front porch.
"Hey!" he called. They looked up at saw him. Ron grinned, waving back, but Hermione looked annoyed.
"What took you so long to get here? I thought you were going to be right here when we got here? We've been waiting here for..." She checked her watch, "About an hour now!"
"Sorry. Come inside, I'll explain everything to you."
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You don't know who it iiiiiiiis! You don't know who it iiiiiiiis! ^_^
I'm being evilness... ^_^ That POV was fun to write... Although, quite hard... Hard to write in detail when you're trying to hide all important details.. ^_^U
See ya next chappie!
--Daricio