I own neither Harry Potter nor YuGiOh.

You may have to forgive my portrayal of the yugioh characters, don't know them very well. But these are fun crossovers and I thought I'd try my hand at it.  Hope you like!

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'It always does well to keep one's skills sharp.' The white haired thief mused as flipped through some other poor sucker's wallet. Stuffing the bills into his pocket, he slipped the wallet into a handy trashcan and continued sauntering through the busy London streets.

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Mostly focusing on how much he detested his family, Harry wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings. His aunt and uncle fawned over his cousin a few paces ahead, and he knew that somewhere near him one of the Order was watching.

He hated these trips to the city, watching his cousin flaunt whatever new things he received while trying to ignore snide comments about 'useless wastes of space not deserving even the privilege of being in the same vicinity as the oh-so wondrous Duddy-kins.' Harry pulled a face, fingers toying with the wand in his pocket, wishing they could've just left him at home.

Unfortunately, ever since the Order had threatened them, the Dursley's had been keeping a close eye on him. He supposed they believed that if they watched him all the time, nothing like the dementors last summer would occur. He also figured they were afraid that if they left him alone in the house, his 'freakish friends' might visit and wreck the place. He sighed in resignation, shoving his hands deeper in to pockets and deciding to just get through the day and try not to think much about it.

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Bakura leaned against a wall, distractedly eating bits of acquired chocolate and scanning for a potential target. His face twisted in slight disgust as a grossly fat teen whined to a large man and a skinny, horse-faced woman about how unfair it was that the freak got to come along. Bakura raised an eyebrow in surprise as the man and woman both shot glares at the younger teen who slouched along behind them, then proceeded to reassure the spoiled brat that he was the abosolute…Bakura tuned them out, not caring to listen. He felt only slight pity for the boy lost in thought behind them, wearing what were obviously castoffs of the obese boy in front. He wouldn't have bothered sparing the four another thought though, except for the strangely dressed man following them.

The portly man's fashion sense was horrendous. It was as if he'd walked into a second hand clothing store and grabbed the first things he saw. Bakura could honestly say he'd never seen anyone wear yellow loafers, brown plaid slacks, a ruffled, light blue blouse, topped with a wide brimmed straw hat. The effect was somewhat muffled with a dark brown trench coat, but he still found himself chuckling at the absurdity of the outfit. He figured even his overly kind hikari would have trouble not laughing in the idiot's face.

He probably would have just ignored this man to, if not for the way his eyes wanted to slide by him, even with the outfit he wore. The thief didn't like the way whatever it was seemed to be messing with his mind. Bakura's expression darkened as he watched how no one else on the street seemed to notice the strangely dressed man. Eyes narrowed as he watched the portly man toy with something long and thin in his coat pocket. Leaving the wall Bakura trailed him, ignoring the way his eyes wanted to blur. A few blocks and turns later made him certain that the idiot was following the other four, probably the one termed 'freak' as that boy seemed to have caught a glimpse of the idiot, smiled at him, then turned and appeared to laugh if the shaking shoulders were any indication. The two adults, he was almost certain they weren't his parents, had turned and shot him a glare. The boy hadn't stopped laughing, the man's face grew red, but he just turned forward again and the woman only seemed to sniff and go back to practically petting the fat kid. Bakura sneered in disgust.

Deciding he was bored with simply following them, he took a more proactive approach of silently slipping up behind the oddly dressed man, and simply retrieving the object he'd been toying with. That part went well enough, but he froze as, something, seemed to well up inside him. Not liking it, he moved to throw the stick, it at least appeared to be a wooden stick, down. This action had the unfortunate consequence of having the idiot's clothing bursting into flame. Startled, but liking this effect, he instead tightened his grip on the stick, laughed, and waved it towards building. Windows burst. Smiling rabidly he decided he liked whatever this new power was.

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His heart was sent racing the moment he heard the shouting behind him. He spun and pulled out his wand, expecting death eaters to be flooding the street. He was momentarily startled at the lack of black robes and white masks. A few conscientious people were already using coats to beat the flames off of Mundungus. Rushing towards him himself, he veered as he noticed a white haired kid about his age waving a wand around. He wasn't sure exactly what he should do, the kid looked more demented than Malfoy. Any decision was taken from him, though, when the boy, without an incantation, waved the wand in his direction.

Harry was too surprised to dodge, and barely managed to cast a shielding charm. Instead of dissipating, the spell was reflected. The white haired kid stared at him in shock as the white light struck back at him. The light hit his chest, causing a glow and, it seemed a darkness almost, started to leak out from him. Harry was horrorstruck as the boy dropped his wand, following it to the ground, and clutched at his chest screaming, seemingly trying to hold the darkness in. Harry found himself stumbling towards the other, not sure how to help, but not wanting to see anyone else die. Their eyes met, and there was so much pain in the other's expression that Harry could do nothing other than reach out to him. The darkness burst from the boy's chest and slammed into him. A pain similar to the scar burst in his head and then he knew no more.

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After exploding the window Bakura turned to look towards where the flaming man had been, he was surprised at the sight of the dark haired boy with another stick in his hand. Out of surprise he slashed his own stick towards the boy, and was shocked to see whatever he had done reflected back at him. He didn't have enough time to move and so tried to call the shadows to him, something happened though, too fast for him to understand. It felt as if his body was being torn apart. He grabbed for the ring, but something wasn't letting him grab it, and whatever it was, it hurt. Through the pain he could see the boy, green eyes bright with worry, he reached out towards him, frantically searching for something to grab onto, the boy was the nearest thing.

Vertigo. Darkness. Pain.

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He was laying on something soft, cocooned in warm fabric, definitely not his own bed. He peeled open still tired eyes, not quite sure where he was, and tried to dislodge the sleep fog from his mind.

"Ah, you're awake, Harry. How do you feel?" A voice he dimly recognized as Albus Dumbledore asked, before setting glasses on his nose. Harry blinked, freeing his hand from the tangle of blankets to adjust his glasses to get a better look around the room. His mind still failed to call up where he was supposed to be.

"Headmaster?" He asked, wondering what he was doing, wherever he was. He was vaguely aware that he should be angry at the man still, but his head felt too funny to bother with any emotion besides confusion.

"You've been asleep a few days, Harry. Do you remember what happened?"

Harry closed his eyes, mentally going over where he had been. He remembered being with the Dursleys, and they had gone into London. Then the rest flooded back into his mind, he scrambled upright, fighting the restricting sheets, staring at Dumbledore with frantic eyes. "Is he alright! That boy, he wasn't hurt, was he?" His hands fisted in his lap, twisting the sheets, hoping that he hadn't gotten someone else killed.

Dumbledore's eyes crinkled in concern, "What boy?"

Harry frowned, "The white haired boy, about my age. He had a wand, was waving it around and grinning. He made the windows break, probably set fire to Mundungus. He didn't say anything though." Harry paused, remembering the window he broke, and random things he set on fire at Olivanders when trying out wands. "It sort of seemed as if he'd never held a wand before," he said slowly, "but how could that be?"

Dumbledore smiled, "It would seem someone came into their magical talent late. He probably became frightened and ran away. Don't you worry, we'll let the ministry know, and they'll keep an eye out for him." Harry wasn't too sure that would really help anything, his opinion of the ministry wasn't the greatest. Dumbledore's smile lessened, and his eyes grew just a little more serious, "Now, Harry, can you tell me what happened to you?"

Harry shrugged, and scooted back to rest against the headboard. "After he broke the windows, he saw me. I think having the wand in my hand startled him, and he waved his towards me. He didn't say anything this time either. I cast a shielding charm, it was the only one I could think of, and for some reason the spell reflected and struck him." Harry paused, looking at his clenched fists with guilt. "I don't really know what happened, sir, but when the spell hit him, it was like," he cast around for words, trying to explain what he saw, "like shadows, maybe, were coming out of him. He started screaming, like it hurt, and I didn't know what to do!" Harry looked up at the concerned headmaster, eyes pleading for understanding. "I reached for him, I don't know why, maybe it was like bleeding, and I dunno, thought pressure would work or something. But when I touched him, I don't know what happened, but it hurt, and I guess I passed out." He finished his story, eyes focused on his hands once more.

Dumbledore placed a hand on his shoulder, his face grave, "I've never heard of anything like this happening before, Harry, but you shouldn't worry, things may not have been as they seemed. Your friends are downstairs, they'll be glad to see you're awake. When you're dressed and ready, I'm sure Molly will have something for you to eat." He smiled once more, and turned to leave. Harry called out to him.

"Headmaster, will I go back to the Dursley's?"

"No, you've spent enough time there this summer, it will be alright if you stay here." Smiling brightly at the relieved look on Harry's face, he turned and left the room.

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So… what do you think?