(throws kisses into adoring crowd) I love you all for those who have reviewed!!!
Thanks for pointing out mistakes; let's see....that part where Yami might've accidently responded to "himself", it may had been the weird thing where fanfiction simply edited the slashes, so it may seem like Yami was responding to himself. That probably happened because when I first uploaded chapters 1 and 2, I wasn't used to fanfiction and had no idea how to fix it. As well as the rooms in the helicopters, it was the hospital helicopter, so it had quite a lot of rooms. XD Thanks for pointing out mistakes though! I'll watch out for them in the future!
Oh yeah...I doubt that the rest of the YGO cast are going to make it here...I generally want to avoid those characters I don't like, such as Anzu/Tea.And Serenity. Seto MAY have a part in the future, I don't know, but generally my first intention was to have this base around Yugi, Ryou and Marik. But we'll see.
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I don't own YGO or HP. (Marik whacks me in the head with the Rod ) Oh okay, fine...there are some parts that I actually copied off the book, like Peeve's song about Harry, but his song about Yugi I MADE UP. XD
Chapter Eight
Ryou awoke, his heart much relaxed and his body fresh. He prodded gently at his yami mentally, but Bakura only responded with a blind whack that could've resulted in a concussion had not Ryou jumped away. He didn't mind Bakura's subconscious attack; the teen knew that it was not deliberate. Ryou smiled to himself as he left his yami's soul room...the tomb robber was not as violent and abusive as he was when they first met, and Ryou had been grateful that lately, he'd been on better terms with Bakura. At least his yami wasn't as insane as he used to be.
Ryou slipped down to the common room eager for something to read or to drink, as he couldn't return to sleep. The encounter was Sirius was too enlightening to allow him to have more shut-eye. He took off a random book from the common room bookshelf and settled down quietly.
/Morning,/ said Bakura dryly. /Why the hell did you wake me?/
/I didn't/ replied Ryou. /You were sleeping. I poked, but you almost murdered me back./
/Good move then,/ responded Bakura, rubbing his eyes. /I'm still sleepy. Don't bother me again, you baka.../
Ryou smiled. /Alright./ As long as his yami was asleep, how much chaos could he cause?
/I heard that,/ grumbled Bakura. /Just a note: you really need to block your mental defences there. I can hear your thoughts clearly in my own room. Don't wake me unless it's something good, hikari..../ and without further ado, the ancient tomb robber slipped back to sleep.
Ryou apparently fell asleep also, for only when he heard a slight rustling coming from the tower that indicated that few boys were already awake and dressing. Ryou yawned, put his book down, and began walking up the stairs to the dormitories.
He turned to his left and opened the door.
Ryou stopped right in his tracks. No, no...oh no....no..anything but that...
"Meep."
/HO HO!!/
"EEEK!!" squealed the girl, halfway in her robes. "A GUY!!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" cried Ryou as he quickly shut his eyes and scampered into the wall.
/HEY! What are you doing?!/ demanded Bakura disappointedly.
/YAMI!/
/You can hide in your soul room all you want, hikari, but I'm going in! This I gotta see../Bakura grabbed hold of Ryou's body and was beginning to peer into the doorway, but fortunately, the tomb robber did not manage a second peek. The stairs that Ryou had begun to descend suddenly melted smoothly into a slide, hence causing the eager tomb robber to fall onto his back and slide backwards until he skidded to a stop on the carpeted floor of the common room.
Opening his eyes, he saw Yugi, Marik, Ron and Harry staring down at him, each wearing a quizzical expression on their faces.
"What happened?" asked Harry. "We heard someone scream."
"We thought you were hurt or something," said Yugi, looking very concerned.
Marik looked at the stairway that Bakura had slid down from. "You baka...what were you doing in the girl's dormitories?"
"What?" Ron jerked his head in the said direction. With awe, his mouth dropped open, with a rather dreamy glazing expression on his face.
"How did you get up there?"
"What do mean?" Bakura frowned deeply in annoyance before returning to his soul room. Ryou blinked and blushed furiously. "What?"
"Guys can't go up there," explained Harry, looking very bewildered. "Last year we didn't know and Ron tried to go up. Hermione said that the school was built thinking that guys couldn't be trusted in the girl's dormitories, so everytime a guy goes up the sixth step, it automatically becomes a slide."
"I--I don't know," stuttered Ryou, his cheeks flushing pink.
Marik let out a short burst of laughter.
"Ahahahaaaa....." he sniggered happily. "The staircase thought you were a girl, Bakura!"
Ryou ducked his now very pink head. Marik was still sniggering.
"Better get your hair cut now, huh? I told you it was too long..."
Ryou shut his eyes tightly.
"I didn't mean to go up there," he desperately explained. "I thought that was the boy's dormitories....I was sleepy...I didn't know where I was going..." He broke off at Yugi's bright smile.
"That's okay, Ryou," he said consolingly. "It's was a mistake, that's all."
"Oh, this is horrible," wailed Ryou. "What a way to start off the first day of school!"
"That's okay," comforted Marik, patting Ryou on the back. "Today's not the first day that people saw you as a girl." Yugi nudged Marik slightly with his elbow. As Marik returned to the (boy's) dormitories, his shoulders shaking with supressed laughter.
Ron was still staring at the spiral staircase, and didn't snap out of it even after Hermione came sliding down the stairs and smacked him smartly in the face.
"Were you the one who went up there, Ron?" asked Hermione. "You know that you can't get up."
"He did!" Ron pointed at Ryou, who hung his head sheepishly.
"Thought so," replied Hermione airily. "The girls were rather giggly after Ryou left. Lavender's been blushing like mad." She looked at Ryou with a confused expression. "But how did you manage to get up there?"
"I don't know," wailed Ryou. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't know!" He bowed hastily a few times in apology at Hermione.
"Come on," gestured Yugi. "Let's go change....breakfast is going to start soon." Ryou didn't need a faster excuse to escape, and disappeared up the spiral staircase faster than Yugi could ever thought possible.
/Yami?/ Yugi felt a calmly bubbling sensation at the back of his mind.
/Poor Ryou,/ smiled the ancient pharaoh, supressing a chuckle. /He was never good with girls./
Yugi smiled to himself, remembering the first day Ryou had transferred to his school as he followed Harry up the dormitories.
After the five of them changed in silence (Ryou still pink, Marik still laughing, Ron still looking uncharacteristically dreamy), they headed down towards the Great Hall, each of them eager for food.
Along the way down the ever-so-confusing stairways, (Marik randomly jumped a over a few steps at a time just to be safe) Yugi was yet surpised by another visitor. A peculiar, bright, ghost-like figure with a shrill voice and wearing the most vibrantly annoying clothing slid down the banister on his back with them.
"Newbies?" cackled the poltergeist evilly.
"Leave us alone, Peeves," said Harry, almost dully.
Peeves gave Harry a manical smile. "It's Potty, again? How's the crackpot this year? Hearing voices? Seeing visions? Speaking in---" at this he blew a large raspberry. "---TONGUES?" The poltergeist flew in the air, making rude faces at Yugi and Marik before dancing and singing in front of them.
"Oh, most think he's barking, the potty wee lad,
But some are more kindly and think he's just sad,
But Peevies knows better and say that he's mad..."
"Shut up, Peeves," muttered Ron.
"And now the potty wee lad has more litte wee friends
some just as crazy with hair on its end,
and Peevie's gonna drive you around the bend..."
"He's the poltergeist," explained Harry as Yugi subconciously felt the pointy spikes of his hair. "He lives to cause mayhem and trouble."
Yugi looked very weary at that latest statement.
They entered the Great Hall and stuffed themselves with food. Little bowls of noodles and soups appeared near Yugi, Ryou and Marik. Yugi and Ryou laughed good-naturedly at the little rolls of sushi laid out in front of them.
"Guess the house elves need more practice with foreign food," said Ron, his mouth bulging with egg and bacon. "Enjoy."
"Elves?" The first impression Yugi had was a Celtic Gaurdian in an apron.
"Yeah," said Hermeione, pouring some juice. "They live to serve, wthout even pay or a day's off. It's slavery, it is." She sipped her beverage thoughtfully. "Would you like to join SPEW?"
Harry and Ron carefully avoided looking at each other.
"SPEW?"
"Oh yes....it's an organization to free the house elves," nodded Hermione excitedly.
"Do they want to be freed?" questioned Ryou cautiously.
"Of course they do!" said Hermione, though she was blushing slightly. "Don't you want to end this injustice, Ryou?"
Both Ryou and Yugi looked tiredly amused.
"No, I think we have enough to do," replied Ryou politely, smiling at Yugi. "Sorry Hermione." Hermione looked slightly put out.
They soon recieved their time tables; Ron groaned loudly at his, and Harry looked quite dark,
"What? Why?" Ryou looked at Ron's timetable. "That's good. You're in the same class with Yugi and me."
"Divination, History, Potions and Charms?" groaned Ron."We don't even get Lupin today!"
"What's wrong with Divination?" inquired Yugi, looking quite excited in spite of his classmate's attitudes.
"The teacher's a phoney," replied Ron. "Always predicting Harry's death... never worked though. He's still alive, here, ain't he?" He shook his head disdainfully. "At least she could come up with something a little more original. Like...going mad or something...."
Ryou laughed. "Didn't Peeves sing that just now? Why did he call you mad?"
Harry had a dark look on his face. He gave Hermione a silent look before quietly returning to his porridge, looking rather ashamed and melancholy.
"Last year," said Hermione softly. "No one would believe Harry when he said that You-Know-Voldemort... was back. They thought he was touched in the head."
Ryou raised an eyebrow. "But that's stupid. If Voldemort is back, then wouldn't it be easier to face the truth?"
"Apparently the Ministry of Magic didn't think that," said Harry coolly. "They didn't want to admit that Voldemort returned, so they decided to call me an attention-seeking prat and liar. And a nut-case."
"But now the Ministry has admitted that Voldemort is back," said Hermione.
"How did you know that Voldemort was back, Harry?" asked Yugi.
Harry twitched uncomfortably. He didn't like the subject very much.
"He duelled him in our fourth year," said Ron. "Didn't you know? Harry was the Boy Who Lived when Voldemort tried to kill him when he was a baby. He's quite famous in the wizarding world."
Yugi and Ryou looked quite blank; Marik was looking at his food bowl very intently.
"Well, we believe you, Harry," said Ryou firmly. "Believe me, I'd know nut-case."
/Hey!/
/You were proud of that before!/ said Ryou. /You were happy being insane./
/Insane is a respetable state of mind,/ retorted Bakura. /Nut-case is simply pathetic./
"Shadows to Ryou, shadows to Ryou." Marik snapped his fingers a few times in front of Ryou's eyes.
Ryou looked rather startled. "Oh," he said apologetically. "I'm sorry...I dazed out a bit...didn't get very much sleep." He glanced around and saw that everyone was getting up.
"Well, we should get to class," said Hermione. "Come on, we'll show you how to get to Divination."
"I can't belive you still remember where to go, Hermione," said Ron as he slugged on his book bag. "You haven't been anywhere that pink-fumed stinky, thick, phooney class since you dropped out."
"I did not drop out," snapped Hermione, sniffing. "It was much of a tedious class. I know you would've, if you had the chance."
Harry could feel another arguement rising, but didn't had the chance to stop the two.
"Shut up, bakas," snapped Marik. Ron and Hermione stared at him. "It's school, and that's bad enough with you guys shooting your mouths at each other."
Yugi hastily stepped in between them. "So...where's Divination?"
Harry and Ron gestured at the ancient trap door above them. A cord dangled still in front of Yugi's face, as though beckoning to enter the mysteries above. He tugged it with much curiosity and the four of them entered. Marik had Arithmancy with Hermione, which somehow, both Harry and Ryou had silently agreed, was a death wish. Yugi entered first and was almost held back choking at the sickly scent that filled the room.
Covering his mouth with his hand, Yugi settled down on a cushioned puffy pillow. He was soon joined by equally disdainful Ryou, Ron and Harry.
"Welcome..." whispered the misty voice from the swirling perfume. "Welcome...new ones...to Diviniation..."
A tall woman, thin and dangled heavy with various gold, silver, beaded jewlerly appeared next to them, in what seemed to be an attempt of a subtle misty entrance. She looked at Harry with a tragic expression in her eyes, before staring at Ryou without so much as a look at Ron. Yugi's first impression was a rather large, glittering insect, like something from a certain, once-regional-champion's insect deck, except embedded wtih jewels. Yugi almost jumped back in surprise at Professor Trelawney's sudden, eager expression that flashed across her large, round glasses.
"I sense...a strong aura!" she gasped dramatically. She pointed at Ryou; Lavender and Parvati gasped in unison. "YOU....are capable of being a Seer, young one. You have the aura!"
Ryou looked very bewildered indeed.
"Um....thank you?"
Professor Trelawney looked a slight bit taken aback at Ryou's obvious hesitation about being a Seer. Looking quite pleased, she addressed to the students orally.
"My students....you have all returned, well and fine, as I knew you would be," said the professor, her voice light and misty. Harry and Ron snorted. "May I introduce you to the new students of our class....Yugi Moto, and our new future Seer, the one who possesses the Inner Eye...Ryou Bakura!!" Parvati and Lavender gasped and blushed. Ryou looked rather pink himself as he hunched his shoulders, in a feeble attempt to make himself look less noticeable. Yugi smiled, but his heart held much empathy for Ryou. If he had all those people gawking at him....
"Look at the one beside him....with the whacky hair..."
"No way...how did he make it like that...?"
Yugi flushed slightly as the whispers began to increase. Harry cleared his voice, looking very coldly at Trelawney.
"I'd never though I'd say this," he said, casting a look at Ryou and Yugi, who were obviously desperate to get out of the spotlight, "but can we move on, please?"
Professor Trelawney gazed at Ryou with adoration before sweeping dramatically towards a pile of books.
"This year....new students, you heed no fear, for when one learns Divination, grades and reports are worthless. It is only if you have the Inner Eye, then you may excel at Divination with grace and honor. We will be starting aura reading this year, and this will take hard, steady work. Afterwards, we will continue with our dream interpretations, self-development, such as reading one's inner voice, as well as the ..." at this point, Professor Trelawney sniffed disdainfully, as though whatever she was going to mention wasn't worth the art of Divination, "...history of those who have possessed the Inner Eye. I am talking of course, about the records that the Ministry keeps of those pure Seers. We will do a ..." (another sniff)"...short study in that area before finishing this year."
"Please, ma'am," said Ryou politely as he raised his hand. "Will we be doing Tarot readings this year?"
Professor Trelawney had never looked more pleased. "Of course! Shall you demonstrate, Mr. Bakura?"
Ryou quickly dropped his hand and muttered something about not having enough practice.. Professor Trelawney looked rather disappointed before she began on her introduction of "aura-readings."
/Aura readings?/ mentioned Yami. /How interesting..../
/Hn?/ Yugi was handed a book and was flipping through it. /What do you mean?/
/Auras...they are much like the Egyptian Kas, aren't they?/ the ancient pharaoh pondered pensively. /The ones that Ishizu mentioned to us?/
/"Auras are invisible barriers of intangible quality that surround the atmostphere of a person",/ read Yugi to Yami. /I guess not...weren't Kas more...spiritual, than auras?/
Yami was silent for a moment, and Yugi knew that the pharaoh was obviously in deep thought.
Yugi smiled mentally. /Come on...cheer up. Just enjoy the class. It's not everyday we get to go to a wizarding school./
Yami turned his face slowly towards Yugi, a small smile of heart-warming reluctancy spreading on his face.
/I suppose so, aibou./
Yugi was about to reply but was woken into reality with Ryou's nudges. Professor Trelawney was looking quite pleased with herself.
"Am I right....that recently, you've recieved a shock that can change your life?"
Yugi blinked. The professor smiled more broadly as she turned to Ryou.
"And you....I can feel that your aura....it feels rather embarrassed...you have encountered a embarrassing moment recently."
Ryou blushed as Parvati supressed a shrill giggle.
/That's all in the matter of opinion,/ said Bakura dryly. /Mind you, that was something worth waking for./
"And you...." the professor now pointed a finger at Harry. "You have the epic aura of one who has seen miserable times....a dark looming ripple will spread through your aura, expressing your regrets, your sorrow...." she gasped. "...your incoming death."
Yugi blinked in alarm, but was even more surprised when Harry did not even seem frazzled by this predicament. On the contrary, he looked rather annoyed.
"Well, must've taken a lot of energy to learn that," he muttered to Ron. Ron's laughter quickly was turned into a strangled, hacking cough.
As Professor Trelawney left them alone to discover their auras, Parvati had scooted over to Ryou.
"You know....Professor Trelawney says I have the Inner Eye. I can help you."
"No...thanks..." Ryou blushed furiously as he slipped out his Tarot deck absent-mindedly.
"Lavender forgives you for this morning."
"That's....good. I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. Lavender thinks you're cute."
Lavender had popped next to Parvati, looking quite disgruntled.
"You told?"
As Parvati and Lavender were bickering, Ryou quickly scooted in between Yugi and Harry, where the girls couldn't have more room to corner him and began reading very intently. So intently, in fact, that when Yugi made a motion to talk to him, Ryou wouldn't even look up.
"This is boring," muttered Ron exasperatedly. "How's it going with you?"
"I gave up ages ago," groaned Harry. "Just write down a lot of tragic bull, and she'll like it."
"But it's not the truth though," said Yugi, confused.
"Believe me, Trelawney's bluffing," assured Harry, looking as though he'd simply give the method one try. "You don't need to possess the Inner Eye to know that Voldemort's coming after me." Yugi's eyes widened in awe and thought as he returned to his book.
Harry had tried reading Yugi's aura....since he was going to have to report it one day, he might as well try it. What unnerved him...and convinced him that his fortune-telling was horrible...was that when he analyed Yugi's aura...
...he had two.
Harry flipped through the pages to analyze Yugi's aura. The first part fit...he felt that Yugi's aura was more subdued, but bright and friendly, much like Yugi. But the other aura...was completely different in contrast. It felt much more darker, and threatening, as though boarding itself off strangers, like an invisible barrier. That was not like Yugi at all.
The bell rang, and Harry blinked. He lead Yugi and Ryou down to Potions, where they had to meet Hermione and Marik. Upon entering the dungeons, they saw that both Marik and Hermione were already there, both of their faces red. Ryou quickly joined Marik as Hermione scuttered up to Harry.
"Row again with Marik?"
Hermione's angry expression was answer enough. She didn't say a word at all to Ryou, who looked thoroughly miserable from his first encounters in school. They entered the dark, damp dungeon as soon as a dark, intimidating and impressionable figure swept past them, clearly fuming as he slammed the door shut.
"I see that you are all in my N.E.W.T. classes," spoke the man, his voice thin and silky. "Not my happiest moment, I assure you, as some of you are simply not meant to be here at all." At this, he shot a look at a plump boy with a round face, who looked quite nervous. "Do realize," continue the man, "that those who disrupt the class will be punished severley, as NEWTs are not all funs and games...oh no..."
He looked over at Yugi and smiled a dangerous smile that Yugi shrank at.
"Well well. New students. What a reputation one would like to state on their first few days of school. Am I supposed to be under the impression that your hair is meant to be ..." the man smirked. ?"
Yugi's expression could not be any more innocent, which Snape obviously did not like.
"Hogwarts will not tolerate such appearances, Mr. Moto," snapped the professor.
"It's...natural, that way, professor," said Yugi quietly.
Snape smirked as he looked over to Ryou and Marik, and then shot a venemous look at Harry. "More idiots....just as I had imagined. Of course, I didn't expect the Headmaster to be all that picky this year...some things never change."
"We're not idiots," snarled Marik lowly.
The class was silent, except for Malfoy, who was laughing silently, quite pleased and conviced that Marik was going to get it. Marik glared at him.
"Oh?" smiled Snape. "Prove it to me, then. After the potion is done, then we will try out your concoction. If it does not meet acceptable standards, then..." Snape smiled even more. "...you suffer the consequences."
"Professor..." started Harry, gritting his teeth.
"Shut up, Potter," replied Snape.
Yugi didn't want Marik to get into trouble; there was no doubt that if Marik went along with the deal, something was bound to go wrong. Snape looked as though he was ready to torment Ryou any time soon, until Yugi spoke up.
"I'll accept the challenge, sir."
The class was entirely silent. Yugi looked rather defiant as Snape stared at him.
"What?"
/What?/ Yami's eyes widened. /Yugi.../ a sudden realization struck the pharaoh.
Of course...his aibou had always had strong friendship morals....it was he who was more eager to save the good Marik back in Battle City. Yami looked sadly at Yugi, and without a word of warning, emerged into Yugi's body.
"That's precisely what I said," said Yami firmly. "I will accept your challenge. If I were to make the perfect potion, then you would allow Marik to avoid the consequences. If I were to fail, per se, then I will face the consequences."
Harry blinked at Yugi. Why was Yugi attempting to be an epic hero?
Snape laughed. "Don't think it's that easy, Moto," he whispered. "Do you really think I'd give in to such a deal?"
Yami stared at Snape with a penetrating glare that it even sent shivers down the professor's spine, though he didn't show it. Those dark, crimson eyes...that piercing glare...so much like the Dark Lord's....
"I insist," said Yami. "It is not often that I accept such challenges, and I will face whatever the consequences are."
Snape looked surprised, but was soon overcome my amusement.
"Alright. The Potion ingredients are on the board," he flicked his wand in that direction (the potion ingredients appeared there), "and the storeroom cupboard is there," (the cupbaord door opened), "you may begin..now."
Yami took a deep breath before realizing what he had gotten himself into. As he stared at his empty cauldron in determination, Harry nudged him with an elbow.
"Why did you do that?"
Yami looked at Harry, with an expression that was hard to read. It was rather firmly blank, as though he knew what he was going to do, but was not going to share it with you, because you should've known.
"You have seen Marik's temper before, Harry," stated Yami. "It would be unwise if I were to let Marik pursue with such an agreement, because most likely, he'll simply get himself into more trouble."
"But Snape is ...a git," said Harry, almost lost for words. "He's an unfair, biased, Slytherin-loving, Gryffindor-hating, greasy-haired git. He will never follow along with his side of the deal. Even if you were to make a great potion, he'd find something wrong with it and screw you up."
"Then I'd better do everything that gives me the most advantage, then," replied Yami, still staring determinedly at his cauldron. And without another word, the pharaoh began heading towards the store-cupboard, his robes swishing in an unnaturally smooth fashion.
"I can't believe he just did that," said Ron "The kid has a death wish."
"I think I better go help Yugi," said Hermione timidly as she quickly went to accompany Yugi.
The rest of the Potions lesson went as follows: Hermione aided Yami whenever possible, ( the anicent Pharaoh was quite new to potion making...ancient kings never had to learn about fiddly bottles and elixir brewings), Malfoy and Harry were exchanging silent glares and rude gestures, (some of the ones issued by Malfoy were addressed to Marik, whom Marik also replied with a casual, silent gesture of his own) and Marik was being unusually silent. Not that for Marik it was unusual, but rather, Ryou could feel that what was causing Marik to be silent was unnatural. However, Ryou was too distracted with his own potion ( that the round-faced boy Neville was helping him with ) to worry.
/You really need to block your mental defences,/ snarled Bakura annoyingly.
/What? Why?/
/I can hear your stupid complaints even when I block my own defences. How simple can it be to make a potion?/
/Harder than you think, Yami/
/I'm getting tired of your complaints, baka, how bad can it be?/
/Yami...!/
Bakura, in a blind instinct of annoyance, took control of Ryou's body and began rationally to dump various ingredients into the cauldron.
There was a loud BOOM as the cauldron shattered; liquid splashed and attacked those within a ten-feet radius with a full blast of potion. Everyone shrieked and ducked for cover. Harry was quite pleased as he ducked to see Malfoy wearing a face of pure fright as he quickly hid underneath his desk. As the smoke cleared, it revealed Neville cowering behind Bakura, whose white hair was slightly on fire at the end.
Bakura was stunned for a moment, but his face began to spread into a insane, evil smile. He squished the little flame at the end of his hair with his thumb and fore-finger, and sadistically licked his burned finger, with a excited look in his eyes.
"COOL."
Snape had sweeped over to the mess, his face ," he said slowly, in a deadly whisper. "What has happened here?"
Bakura smiled, his eyes narrowing. Yami quickly abandoned his potion to prevent the tomb robber from further damage.
"It doesn't need an idiot to figure out that you are one," snarled Snape as he flicked his wand towards the mess. The cauldron repaired itself in front of Bakura. "Detention. You are to see me..."
Snape suddenly had a rather glazed look in his eye before continuing. He made an unusually swift moment towards the desk, as though reading a schedule, before cursing under his breath.
"...I will notify you of your detention with me, Mr. Bakura," he whsipered. "Lucky for you, the staff is busy for the next few weeks, and as much as Filch would love to hang you by your ankles in the dungeon, the Headmaster has prohibited him on hiatus for the time being. But when any of the teachers are free...your life will be thoroughly miserable by the time I'm through with you."
Ryou let out a small wail from his soul room.
/What did you do, Yami?!/
There was silence before Bakura replied.
/School is a lot more fun when I'm there./
Snape had now turned to Yami, and was peering intently into his cauldron.
"Now..." he said, smirking. "Let's see how well the young Moto has done his potion?"
"Yes," said Yami, beginning to smirk also. "Let's see."
Snape stared at Yami suspiciously before making a wounded bird materialize out of the air. The bird's wing was obviously broken, sticking out in the most oddest angle. The potion they were currently making was an elixir to heal broken bones, a difficulty even in NEWT standards. Snape slipped an eye-dropper out, filled it with Yami's potion, and dripped three drops on the bird's wings.
The bird's wing began to form back into its rightful shape. The bird itself began to chirp happily before it soared in the air, clearly healed. The Gryffindors let out a round of applause and cheers, while the Slytherins looked dark and foreboding. Yami let out a small breath of relief.
The bell rang for dismissed class; Ryou quickly escaped before Snape could rebound on him. Every Gryffindor quickly shuffled out, in hopes that Snape was too angry to take off points. On the way out, Yami stopped Hermione.
"Thank you," he said simply, his expression softer and grateful.
Hermione smiled too. "No problem, Yugi," she said. "Snape is always unfair...don't let him get to you. You aren't all that bad in potions yourself. With a little more practice, you can be good at making elixirs and draughts."
/Nah, I'd rather stick with ruling Egypt thanks,/ joked Yugi, smiling good-naturedly. Yami could feel Yugi's relief and thanks in his heart, and decided to let Yugi take control.
"Thanks, Hermione," said Yugi.
Marik appeared next to Yugi, sending a sharp look at Hermione's way that clearly said, "Leave us alone." Hermione obviously didn't want to be anywhere where Marik was around and quickly left.
"Pharaoh..." Marik gave the Millennium Puzzle a look as it shone brightly.
"What is it, Marik?" the pharaoh asked.
Marik glared at Yami before continuing. "I don't need your heroic epic savery, thanks," he said, sniffing. "I can perfectly take care of myself."
"Tomb keeper, you know as well as I that if you were to continue, sending the man to the shadows wouldn't quite fit as 'taking care of yourself.'"
Yami could see that Marik was disraught. His lavender eyes were dark and cloudy that Yami had to save him, but also conficted with a thanks and relief. However, among those compensating emotions, Yami could see a small flicker of darkness, one that clearly meant that Marik still hadn't entirely released the memory of the work he had to do for the pharaoh.
"Think of it as a returning thanks," said Yami. "For all you've done for me."
And with that, Yami swept away to join Harry and Ryou, leaving Marik to ponder.
The rest of the day went decently well....Marik had to point out to Ryou that it was he who made Snape change his mind about a immediate detention (at which Yami made a disapproving sound). After Potions, they headed towards Charms, where Ron admitted that it was rather fun. It certainly did make up for the other horrors Yugi and his friends encountered that day, but unfortunately, they had no idea how to properly use wands.
"Umm....how do we use these?" asked Ryou as he stared at the elegant wood in his hands.
"No idea..." Yugi looked his over as he stared in comparison to the other classmates, who clearly were having much fun waving theirs around.
Professor Flitwick was a very nice professor....he had allowed Yugi, Ryou and Marik to start off with the basics if they wished on their own. Yugi and Ryou were attempting to make things fly, while Marik set off to make a locked door open.
Yami tried to mix shadow magic into the other components of the wand. After a fair bit of experimenting and tinkering, Yugi finally managed to make his feather fly. Ryou, on the other hand, was having much more difficulty, as his yami wasn't all that eager to create shadow magic into the wand. Eventually Ryou forced his yami to flow shadow magic into the components and also excelled at making various things fly.
Marik, on the other hand, was clearly opposed to using a wand, and was cursing vehelmentally as he thrusted his wand in the direction of the door.
"At this rate, it'd be faster to simply pick it," he snarled at some point.
At the end of class, Marik still hadn't accomplished making the door open. Finally, he simply growled, "Open, Ra-dammit!!" and ended up having the doorknob shot into his stomach.
At the end of the day, throughly exhausted,Yugi, Marik and Ryou collapsed onto the bed, still worried about the homework they already had. Marik looked rather pleased as he regarded Ryou's girl incident once again.
"Don't worry," he said, laying a hand on Ryou's shoulder and actually looking a bit apologetic. "It's not your fault. Bakura always had been a bit more manly than you."
Ryou threw a pillow in Marik's direction.
Ryou was then given the job to pursuade him to properly use the wand. The tomb keeper eventually obliged and managed to make several pillows fly at disgruntled entering Gryffindors.
"I still have to take Occulemency lessons?" cried Harry. "With Snape?"
Remus looked sadly at Harry, but his eyes held a firm stubborness. "I know how much you loathe Snape, Harry, but it's for your own good."
"But why can't you teach me?" Harry asked, quite frustrated.
"Believe me, I would love to," said Lupin sadly. "But the Headmaster wanted Snape to teach you. He believes that if Snape obliges teaching you, then it would be another debt to pay to your father, and Snape can forever forget about his childhood quarrels."
Harry whapped his head in rythim into the wall. "Not again...and I thought I'd be done in the summer."
Lupin smiled wryly. "Cheer up, once you've accomplished it properly, then you don't have to go back to Snape. I daresay Severus would be quite pleased hiimself when that day comes."
"That will be my only motivation to get out," mumbled Harry. Lupin laughed.
So....the item is from Egypt, is it?
"Yes...my Lord..." stuttered Wormtail nervously. "That is...I wouldn't know...because you were the one who saw it..."
Unfortunately, I did not manage to get a good look, whispered the Dark Lord deadly. The Potter boy certainly has improved in his Occulemency lessons....
"My master..." whispered Wormtail, quivering. "Did you remember...did you see...who was the one who was teaching Potter?"
No doubt it is Dumbledore himself...but everytime when the Potter boy has his lessons I cannot penetrate his mind...stupid old fool....
"If it is safe to ask....what will you do, my master?"
There was silence.
You are stupid, Wormtail. How you managed to be my loyal servant I can never understand, with a feeble, decomposing mind such as yours.
Wormtail winced.
Of course I cannot send Death Eaters to attack the boy named Yugi....I have none. The first step would obviously to be....
Wormtail let out a scream of pain.
Yes Wormtail...after you have finished that task....then we may heed more information.
"Yes.....my master..."
. Sowwy for making the thing so long...like I said, I had to get the entire introductory out of the way, and that's tough, because I have to keep on reminding myself that Yugi has no knowledge of the things WE Harry Potter fans do, and it's so tedious to re-write things we all know already, right? Argh...
I tried to focus a bit more on Yami this time...it was supposed to be about him, but Ryou's incident is certainly sweet, isn't it?