Yami needs to have a little fun other than duelling. And what better way than to beat Bakura-sama in his own game?
T.T...no...no...I don't own HP or YGO....(wish I did.)
Chapter Three
Yugi, Ryou and Marik stood in front of the Domino Museum, waiting for the headmaster of said magic school, who would soon arrive. Since Yugi, Ryou and Marik possessed no owls, they could not have returned their answers, and, stated in the letters they received, requested them to meet them in front of the infamous Domino Museum, where Professor Dumbledore would meet them.
"You guys going?" asked Marik.
Ryou looked at Marik. "Yes," he replied.
Yugi shuffled his deck absent-mindedly. "Grandpa agreed that I should go. I want to," he said, staring around for anyone who might look like a professor.
Marik casted a look at Ryou's Millennium Ring. "What, uh..did your yami say about it?" he asked Ryou, casting a mischievous glance with his lavender eyes.
The ring underneath Ryou's jacket glowed faintly, and soon Ryou's eyes looked much more narrow, his hair far more pointy, and his expression more nasty.
"I did not wish to agree," snapped Bakura. "I told him I had no intentions to be stuck up learning in an ancient, dark gloomy castle. Obviously my hikari did not care for my advice; he is determined to go." Suddenly, Bakura looked at Marik with a small smile of his own. "Care to ask whether you would be attending?" He locked his cold eyes with Marik's.
"I would," stated Marik shortly, beginning to grin.
"Ah," said Bakura, clapping his hands sarcastically. "Then it is agreed then. I suppose I shall attend readily if you will, my dear Marik. Where else could I have such an opportunity to tease the almighty Pharaoh, then an ancient and ugly castle to fit his own demeanor?" He looked at Yami, stifling a laugh. "And his own face?"
Marik chuckled.
Yugi's Millennium Puzzle glowed and his eyes flickered red. "Tomb raider, I dare to disagree," said Yami sternly at the two other boys, the insult rolling of his back.
"Oh look, the pharaoh's already annoyed," snickered Bakura.
"I suppose Hogwarts might be fun," said Marik, looking innocently at the sky. "It would be amusing to see you pester the pharaoh in a setting where most suitable for his grand majesty."
Bakura did a mock bow.
Ai ya!!groaned Yami. Can you imagine that I have to keep up with such pestilential and abrasive behavior? Now I have to make sure that they keep out of trouble!!
Yami's only reply was an odd, bubbling sensation at the back of his head.
You're enjoying this, Yugi?demanded the Egyptian, try to stifle a smile himself Yugi's adorable laughter was contagious, especially when you saw his golden bangs bouncing merrily in front of his large , innocent eyes as he giggled.
/Oh come on,/ smiled Yugi. /Since you're gonna be stuck with them for the rest of the year, make the most of it./ Yugi couldn't help it. If only Bakura hadn't bowed…with Bakura's frosty pointy locks flailing across his dark, intensive eyes as he bowed, and his exaggerated fling of hands as he went down, Yugi couldn't help but laugh. To see the evil ancient thief who once challenged the pharaoh in his own court act so foolhardily was a rare amusement, though Bakura seemed to have lightened up a bit more after Marik's own yami had been banished to the shadow realm.
While Yami and Yugi were exchanging such thoughts, Marik and Bakura were already in a whispered discussion.
When Yami turned back around to face Bakura, he and Marik were dangling a wallet and a set of keys playfully.
Yami blinked and patted his pockets. Yugi's wallet and keys were gone.
"Oh please, pharaoh," snickered Bakura and Yami flashed him a dark, annoyed look. "That was way to easy."
Yami suddenly smirked. He reached out for the wallet in a hopeful, pleading way, (as much as his pride would allow) though Bakura only dangled it higher in the air, mocking the height of the pharaoh. Suddenly, Yami swiped his leg into Bakura's, catching Bakura off guard and landing himself on his bottom neatly. Yami then took advantage of Marik's surprised look and swiped the keys form Marik's hands.
"And that," said Yami, pocketing the wallet and keys, "was way too easy."
Professor Dumbledore sat at a table, absent-mindedly sipping some delicious stew and studying various sheets of maps and diagrams. He frowned as he stared at the diagram of the Department of Mysteries. In the middle of the room, stood alone and empty, was an ancient archway with dark, limp fluttering veils, that had once claimed his student and former friend.. Though wise beyond anyone's years, Dumbledore could not understand the purpose of the archway. It stood there, alone, and isolated from any other contents of the chamber, and what was beginning to breach out from it was starting to worry him.
"The shadows are beginning to get worse," said Remus Lupin, ladling himself a bowl of soup and joining Dumbledore. "We're not even sure what they're called."
"Do you think this might have something to do with You-Know-Who?" asked Mungdungus Fletcher. "Would this be…the weapon he's looking for?"
"No," replied Dumbledore, shaking his head. "We knew that the weapon he was seeking was the prophecy. Voldemort himself knew nothing of these…" he tried to find a word to describe the dark, looming clouds, but decided to go with what Lupin called them. "…shadows. I have not seen anything of this sort until recently."
"Recently?" asked Lupin, peering up at the headmaster. "Where else would something like this appear?"
"Japan," responded the headmaster, standing up. "This is wonderfully good soup; has Molly made any more?"
Lupin pointed to the cauldron. "Japan?" he repeated, as the headmaster ladled himself some more soup. "How peculiar. Why on earth would such a mysterious force turn up in a place so far away from Voldemort?" He paused. "Japan has nothing that Voldemort wishes for. It's an entire foreign country that Voldemort has never heeded attention too."
"That might be, but perhaps it is not Voldemort who is causing these shadows," remarked Dumbledore. "I've trailed the magic back to the few people who've witnessed it, and coincidently, it turns out three of those who have seen this new magic possess powerful, foreign magic." He sipped at his soup. "I have enrolled them into Hogwarts."
Lupin smiled wryly. "Well, then. I won't be the only newcomer back Hogwarts then." He ran a hand through his brown hair. He had not been quite sure of the student bodies' reactions if he returned, but Dumbledore had assured that Lupin was needed after the disaster with a particular Ministry Inquisitor.
"Professor," spoke up a little house-elf beside Dumbldore's elbow.
The headmaster smiled down at the little elf. "Yes, Dobby?"
The new house-elf was perfect to replace the old one. The old house-elf that used to occupy Grimmauld Place died recently, when he was no longer allowed out of the house. Dumbledore knew Dobby would've been a terrific help, as Dobby once served the Malfoys and knew dark secrets about the Dark Lord.
"Professor must see students now," squeaked the elf, smiling nervously. He was slightly nerve-racked of the honor to serve Dumbledore personally.
"Ah, yes," agreed the headmaster, looking at his watch. He stood up. "I must go." And left without further ado.
Lupin stared at the maps and diagrams. He could not concentrate very well; the recent death of his childhood friend still hung over him. Mungdungus peered over his shoulder.
"What did you think it was before?" he asked, indicating the ancient archway.
Lupin shook his head slowly, still staring at the diagrams. "I used to think….it was a place…an entrance to the death."
"A gateway to the underworld?"
"Relina Lovegood disappeared soon after she had discovered it. It would only had made sense that she had accidentally entered a place of death."
"And those whispers?"
"It's a department of Mysteries, Dung," sighed Lupin. "Relina's files and reports were destroyed soon afterwards. I doubt we'd have much chance of finding what this is. For now, I believe it's still somewhere where the dead beings go."
Mungdungus looked at the plans. "I doubt that they were destroyed," he spoke up roughly. Lupin turned around.
"What makes you think that?"
Mungdungus took some plans into his hands. "Relina must've kept copies."
"Moody's starting to rub off on you," joked Lupin lightly. Mungdungus gave a playful smirk before returning his eyes to the plans in his hands.
"The Order only had a few samples of her work before she died," said Lupin, seriously.
Mungdungus looked up. "May I see them?"
Lupin looked at his friend quizzically before answering, "I can try. What are you planning to do with them, Dung?"
"Moody and I will see what we can do," replied Mungdungus, biting on his corncob pipe and throwing the plans back at Lupin. Without any other warning, he left the room to search for Moody, leaving the werewolf frowning back at the diagrams.
Bakura was complaining about his sore bottom when suddenly, next to Yugi, popped a man with a long silver beard, wearing dark blue robes and half-moon glasses. A dark blue pointed hat was perched on top of his long silver hair, matching his robes. He looked at Yugi, Bakura and Marik, and asked, "Might you be Mr. Moto, Mr. Bakura and Mr. Ishtar?"
Ryou took back control of his body and smiled politely. "Yes," he said. "My name is Ryou Bakura, and this is Yugi Moto," he gestured to the little, tri-colored haired boy next to him, "and this, is Marik Ishtar." He laid a hand on Marik's shoulder (which Marik shrugged off.)
"Hai," nodded Yugi. He had no idea what Ryou had said, but he took it as a cue to welcome the strange person.
Marik only responded with a curt nod.
"Come inside," the professor gestured to the museum. "Let's have a walk."
As the three boys and the odd old man walked about, circling the Egyptian exhibits, Dumbledore began to explain why he wished the three of them to attend Hogwarts.
"These...are incredibly dark times," he said, staring at the various tablets with mild fascination. Ryou looked up at the professor with a concerned look that Yugi and Marik followed with. "You see, Voldemort has caused much harm in the last decade and so; now that he has fully returned for almost two years, he will want to use your powers to his full advantage, which makes it very unsafe for yourselves. The magic that you possess are strong and dangerous if not trained properly. .who knows what can turn out. This is why it is best if you attend Hogwarts, for Hogwarts is the safest place to be, and while there, you can learn to control and use your magical properties to far better use."
As Ryou translated, Dumbledore was examining at one large tablet that depicted two ancient Egyptians, one wearing a crown in his spikey hair…
Dumbledore blinked and stared back at Yugi. Had he been looking closely, Dumbledore would've seen Yugi's eyes flash red for an instant.
Yami wished to tell Dumbledore about the tablet, but instead, told Ryou to say to the old Headmaster,
"My friends and I will attend."
Dumbledore nodded happily. "That's great then. I will send an assistant of mine next week to bring to you Diagon Alley, where you will buy your school supplies and spend the rest of the summer in the Leaky Cauldron."
Ryou translated again.
Dumbledore then told the three boys to meet his assistant next week in the Domino Museum. Soon after that, they bid farewell, as the professor had somewhere he needed to be.
Yugi, Ryou and Marik bowed, as customary in Japan. Dumbledore did so too, being the muggle-loving multicultural wizard he was. Then he disappeared.
You have my full support said Yami from the depths of his soul room. He looked at the tablet longingly, but then turned back to Yugi. We shall do whatever you wish, Yugi. If what Dumbledore says is true, then there is also nothing more important than your safety.
Yugi nodded. /Thanks, Yami/ he said, blushing as he looked as his Millennium Item. He knew that Yami was extremely eager to retrieve his memories, but held back to let Yugi go to Hogwarts.
Yami gave him a mental hug.
Somewhere far away, where not one trace of light entered, was a small, balding man sniveling. He was grasping his left arm, obviously in pain.
"My Master.." he gasped.
"Enough, Wormtail," said a cold, menacing voice from beyond.
"Master…" Wormtail gulped. "I wish nothing else but your safety, sir, and the
thing that has been appearing from the archway….it will consume the Ministry soon, and soon it will devour England!"
There was only silence.
"Please, master…if only you leave, then you can be safe….the darkness will devour you too…"
Suddenly there was high, cold laughter, echoing in the barons of the dark nothingness.
"Wormtail…. You forget…I am the dark. Whatever that is an asset to the night, will be an asset to me."
The laughter stopped.
"Bring me more information, Wormtail," the voice whispered, empty of any laughter, cold or otherwise.
"Yes sir, soon sir," whispered Wormtail back. He scuttled away.
There was a silence.
"Lord Voldemort…is waiting…"