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Bakura: You forgot to say that you don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter.
Ryou: Oh dear...if she did, yami?
Bakura:....
Ryou:...
Bakura: WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIIEEEEE....!!!
Chapter Five
Ryou bolted upright. He breathed heavily as he looked down at his friend sleeping next to him. Yami sensed something, and awoke.
"Ryou? Are you alright?" asked Yami in his deep voice, rich with concern.
Ryou blinked. "I saw him again!"
Yami narrowed his eyes. "Who?"
"Sirius!"
Yami frowned. "How can that be? He is in the shadow realm, and no part of you has been banished at all."
Ryou slipped out of bed and walked towards the window, where the rays of the slowly appearing sun began to shimmer through.
"Yes....but he said that he had performed a magic of his own that allowed him to communicate with me..."
Yami frowned even deeper. The once pharaoh had never seen any other magic other than the shadows. He was beginning to grow suspicious of the magic that the man had performed on Ryou.
"He even had a soul room, though he said that he couldn't possess my body in any way," said Ryou softly.
Yami got out of bed and thought hard.
"I do not know much of the magic that they are familiar with here," he said finally. "But I daresay that you must beware, Ryou. Even though this man might be your friend, we still have no idea what unintentional things his magic can do."
Ryou looked at Yami, his eyes slightly blank.
"I trust him, Yami Yugi," he said. "It's just...it was, a little alarming, that's all."
Yami nodded. "I understand, Ryou, but you must keep in mind that we cannot be free with such situations as the one presently standing. Dumbledore told us that these are dark times, with Lord Voldemort and all. Imagine what people here might say if they find out that a spirit from the shadow realm was able to access your mind."
"I understand, Yami Yugi," said Ryou quietly. "You're asking me not to mention this to anybody, am I right?"
Yami nodded.
Ryou absent-mindedly threw the windows open. "He could only talk to me when I was asleep," he said. "Maybe if we work hard at Hogwarts, maybe we can find some way to help him. I don't believe he managed to get into the shadow realm because he lost a duel."
"If he did, then where would such a person be able to do that?" pointed out wise ex pharaoh. "The Millennium Items are in safe hands. None of them has been missing. No one would've been able to access the shadow realm until recently in Battle City."
Ryou shook his head. "This is getting confusing," he said.
Yami laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. "For now, let us concentrate on Hogwarts. Until something serious happens, we will forget about it. But you must not mention the presence of Sirius in your mind to anyone, except Marik."
Ryou nodded.
"Then it's settled then," nodded Yami seriously.
"Might as well get ready," said Ryou, smiling. "We need to get some shopping done."
Yami nodded again, then switched places with Yugi. Yugi had awakened when Yami started talking; he knew that spirit of the pharaoh would not be awake unless something was not right, and heard everything.
"I can't believe we're going into the sixth year when we're only beginners!" he exclaimed as he took out the list of supplies he needed.
"Where should we head first?" asked Ryou.
"The bank?" suggested Yugi. "We need to exchange some of our money for wizarding ones before we buy anything."
Ryou agreed. "I'll go and wake Marik."
As soon as Ryou stepped out of the room, Yugi began to change, Yami next to him in his ghostly form.
/ I don't think Sirius is a threat / said Yugi. / Maybe he just wanted to talk to Ryou. I mean...Ryou did say that the shadow realm was lonely./
Yami merely nodded. The ancient Egyptian had always been wary of other people. He did not give his friendship and loyalty as freely as Yugi did. This wasa trait, he suspected, that had came from being once Pharaoh. To be Pharaoh of Egypt at that time, you couldn't trust anybody but yourself.
Yugi and Yami's train of thought was broken by loud laughter coming from Marik's room. Yugi grabbed his money pouch and hurried out to see what was going on, only to see Marik and Yami Bakura rolling on the floors holding their ribs and laughing.
Evidently, Yami Bakura had told Marik about his encounter with Sirius the night before; and it seemed as though they found it rather hilarious that the wizarding world was so easily touchy on world-dominating evil villains. From the little that Sirius had told Ryou, both Bakura and Marik arrogantly found Voldemort a bit of a joke.
Ryou tried his best to regain control of his body long enough to tell Marik that they were going shopping. Marik chuckled and followed them downstairs for breakfast.
Yugi, Marik and Ryou wandered about Diagon Alley. They had finished their breakfast, exchanged some money (in the process narrowing avoiding Yami Bakura to attempt to break in; as he left he glanced almost longingly at the threatening scripture outside) and were happily exploring Diagon Alley. They purchased their books and materials ( purchasing wands were rather fun; though Marik was reluctant at first to give up his rod for a stick, he rather enjoyed sending sparks into Yugi's hair and up Bakura's shirt) peacefully until Marik and Yami Bakura decided to have some fun. Yami Bakura started pick-pocketing random people when Yami wasn't looking, and Marik was watching closely at each technique as the experienced tomb robber did his thing.
Yugi, distracted in attempts to stop Yami Bakura and Marik, had not noticed that he bumped into another person.
"Sorry," apologized Yugi, blushing slightly.
"Watch where you're going," said a drawling voice from above. "Or is everything a blur of trousers and skirts from down there?"
Yugi looked up, startled. Yami Bakura and Marik turned around, wondering who was agitating the pharaoh now.
A young boy about their age stood there, with slick blonde hair and a pointy face. Marik immediately disliked the boy.
"Hmph, and I thought the ministries has been keeping tabs on foreign wizards," remarked the boy. "Looks like their getting careless; the foreigners keep getting weirder and weirder."
Marik stared at the boy with an intense dislike in his eyes. He began to finger the edges of his Millennium Rod.
"So, how are we today?" asked the boy in a mock welcome, nodding his head first at Bakura, then at Marik. "How's the albino and the lady?"
Yami Bakura snapped immediately at the insult. "Those are pathetic insults," he retorted, his eyes flashing.
Yami hurriedly switched places with Yugi, hoping he could prevent any future assaults from Marik and Bakura.
"Tell me," spoke up Marik. "Do you often address newcomers with the air that you're an idiot, or is just with us?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes, shocked at the two boys he just insulted. They dare speak back to him that way?
He laughed evilly. "What can you ladies do anything about it?"
Yami Bakura wagered a pouch full of obviously gold jingling coins. "It seems as though you pay just as much attention to your insults as your money."
Malfoy blinked at the pouch and felt his pockets. Yami Bakura threw back the pouch with a look of distaste.
"Take it," he said scornfully. "I wouldn't want to steal a tomb full of coins if it had passed your hands before."
Malfoy snapped at that last one. He was about to speak something nasty when Yami stood in between him and Yami Bakura, who was ready to throw a fist into Malfoy's face.
"I suggest that you leave," stated Yami, with a tone that he meant business. "It will be fateful for you if you dare to upset my friends any longer."
Malfoy ignored Yami's warning. "Keep out it, dwarf."
Yami Bakura's and Marik's face twitched in unison as Yami stared at Malfoy, with a stern, sharp look. His eyes were flickering dark crimson as he stared at the Malfoy boy.
"I shall give you one more warning," repeated Yami. "You do not know my friends. If you dare to irritate them and myself any longer, then I will be happy to oblige and see them ---"
"---beat the Ra-damned crap out of you," finished Marik, throwing Malfoy venomous looks as he ran a finger down on of the sharp wings on his rod.
Malfoy stuttered. He threw at them his most ugly look and left, but called back, "I will be there the next time the midget won't be there to save you! Good day, ladies!" and disappeared. As they watched him leave, Bakura began to play with a pouch of jingling, gold coins.
"Harry...look," whispered Ron. He pointed over Harry's shoulder to a group of kids who Malfoy was agitating.
"Should we go check it out? I've never seen them before," stated Hermione, staring at the tri-colored locks on one of the boys.
Harry nodded. He had never seen such peculiar students before, even in the wizarding world.
They walked up to the three students as Malfoy left; one of them was breathing rather heavily and another clearly trying to calm him down. The third boy, however, seemed only to care with whatever involved himself, and was staring in the direction that Malfoy went intently.
"What's up?" asked Ron.
The shortest one looked up. Ron and Harry blinked at the sudden change; when Ron had called out, the boy had narrow, crimson eyes. A second later, the boy was looking very friendly and innocent. A trick in the light, perhaps?
"Nothing..." said the little one, trying to soothe the boy with the pale white pointy hair. "We just met someone."
"Malfoy, you mean?" asked Harry. "Don't pay attention to him; he's always trying to bully people that way."
"That's assuring," snapped Marik.
Yami Bakura was a little too infuriated to talk. He retreated back into his soul room, leaving Ryou looking rather confused and nervous.
"I'm Harry," said Harry, reaching out a hand. "And this is Ron and Hermione. Are you guys going to Hogwarts too?"
"Yeah," replied Yugi. "What year are you in? We're in sixth."
"So are we."
"How did you guys manage to skip 5 years?" asked Ron
"We were supposed to be in fifth, but we insisted to be in sixth," said Ryou.
"Why?" asked Ron.
"Well, I was supposed to be in the sixth year, but we wanted to stick together," explained Ryou. He held out a hand. "I'm Ryou Bakura."
"Nice to meet you," said Harry, shaking his hand.
"Yugi," piped up the little boy with the tri-colored hair. Ron couldn't help but stare at Yugi's abnormally beautiful spikey locks until Hermione nudged him in the ribs.
"Marik Ishtar," said Marik, throwing a glare that meant he wasn't eager to socialize.
Harry smiled. "Don't let that Malfoy boy get to you; he's always doing mean things to me." He looked around. "Do you guys want a tour?"
Yugi and Ryou nodded. As they followed Harry , Ron and Hermione, they got into a discussion of Hogwarts, with Hermione punctuating the easy conversations with various facts that she read form "Hogwarts, A History".
"By the way Yugi," said Ron. "How did you get your hair to do that?"
Yugi blushed. "It' s natural, believe it or not."
"Nope," said Ron. "I don't believe it."
Hermione and Marik were exchanging dark glances at each other; Marik had called her a suck-up know-it-all when she was "interrogating" him about his family.
Bakura had switched places with Ryou as he passed by another alley. It was far more dark and devious, much to his liking. Pretending to be Ryou, he suggested that Yugi and everyone return to the Inn and he'd meet him there after he did some more wandering. Before Yami could reply, Bakura slipped away down Knockturn Alley.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Yugi and Marik returned to the Inn. Harry and Ron wished to talk more, but Hermione reminded that they had to leave. After exchanging good-byes and hopes that they would see each other at Hogwarts or on the Hogwarts Express, they departed and left Marik and Yugi alone at the inn.
"Nice people, weren't they?" asked Yugi. Marik only shrugged slightly and was about to retreat to his room when Bakura happened to pop up behind them, scaring the wits out of both of them.
"Bakura! Please don't do that!" gasped Yugi.
"Where have you been?" demanded Marik.
Bakura stood, smiling in an evil and satisfied way. "Just been wandering about..."
Yami took control of Yugi. "Where were you wandering around, Tomb Raider?"
"No business of yours, Pharaoh," smirked Bakura. And with that, he left with Marik into the room.
For the next few days, everyone was rather peaceful. As it turned out, Bakura simply discovered the fascination of Knockturn Alley and as describing every detail to Marik . Both Ryou and Yugi were very busy, reading in fascination at the books that Yami Bakura and Yami were beginning to feel restless. Yami was beginning to feel so restless and irritated from lack of dueling while Yugi occupied his own body with numerous ours of reading. He needed a challenge so badly he found himself thinking of his duel with Kaiba....even reviewing his duel with Yami Marik. When Ryou was sipping tea one day in Yugi's room, Marik suddenly entered, with his duel disk strapped on his left arm.
"Anyone care to duel?"
Yami and Bakura immediately took out their decks, each of them eager and smirking, but Yami stopped the idea about the duel disks.
"Do you remember what I've told you?" he said. "It's best not to draw attention to ourselves as we are foreigners with magic that they are not familiar with."
"This is hardly magic," retorted Bakura. "This is a duel disk.""Electricity is like magic to them," said Yami. He placed a card face-down on his duel disk; the disk attempted to create a holographic image but failed.
"Alright, we get the point," said Marik, grudgingly.
Bakura, still intent on not admitting to the pharaoh, suggested shadow magic. Yami gave him a rare look of exasperation.
"Tell me, thief, is your head as empty as the tombs that you've stolen from?"
Bakura gave the pharaoh an ugly look before shuffling his deck and sitting on the bed.
"You go duel the Pharaoh first," said Marik. "It would be over faster than Joey eating food."
Bakura attempted to assault Marik with a flinging punch, but Marik merely stepped aside, unharmed and leaving Bakura lying on the floor from the force of his attack. Fuming, Bakura tried to snicker arrogantly as he drew himself five cards from his deck.
Yami began to smile an omniscient smirk.
"Let's duel."