SOS: Whoo. I've jumped on the bandwagon of YuuGiOuHP crossovers, so here's another multi-chaptered fic that's gonna take me forever to finish. .:sweatdrop:.

Warnings - Seto's language and some odd word phrasings, just 'cause I'm weird like that.

Disclaimer - I own neither YuuGiOu or Harry Potter. Yeah, yeah, I want it too, but then there would be a lot of nudity in YuuGiOu and Draco Malfoy would be the center focus.

Notes - Yami Bakura -Bakura

Bakura Ryo - Ryo

Bakura to Ryo: ((...))

Ryo to Bakura: (...)

"...I ssshall be powerful oncccce again, Wormtail."

"Y-yes, master, of cour-course you will!"

Darkness was covering the room as if it was a tangible thing, and was almost subduing the crackling fire that sat in the front. One large chair was positioned in the center of the room, turned towards the fireplace with it's back to the only entrance, while the rest of the room was deviod of any type of furniture. The carpeting of the room was a foul green color, revealing what little had been done to protect the old and still aging home. A thin, slender shadow of its own being slithered across the ground, wrapping around the outer rims of the room.

"But I need ssssomething... different. Ssssomething that no one will expect."

The one known as Wormtail nodded ferociously, standing behind his master's chair. Fear was evident in the man's eyes, but he hardly was going to quit. Quitting now; dear Lord, he would hardly dare to ponder the idea, with the Dark Lord's powers of Legilimency, his feelings of cowardice and thoughts of desertation would be wide open. He was going to respond, but the Dark Lord chose to speak first.

"I need you to sssend a few of our Arabic sssspeaking Deatheatersss, Wormtail. I've got a sssspecccial job for them." The man formerly known as Peter Pettigrew nodded eagerly, and made his way towards the exit. "And pleassse remember to feed Nagini tonight..."

"Y-yes, master. Of course I wi-will."

This was not a good situation for the sixteen-year-old CEO. He was completely vulnerable to an attack by the predator, and he might be in even deeper trouble should he attempt to move. His bindings were too strong, and his position would be revealed in the room. He was...

...in his bed, at seven thirty six on a Saturday morning, tangled up in his blankets. Mokuba was currently lurking by the door of his room, and Seto was currently trying his best to allow his younger brother his fun, and was pretending to be asleep. Any moment, the young Kaiba would pounce on his niisama, prepared to engage in a large tickle war, and then pull him downstairs for breakfast and cartoons (In no particular order).

Indeed, Kaiba Mokuba proceeded with his attack upoun Seto. "Niisama!" he squealed happily, sitting onto of his brother's waist. Pretending to be sleepy, Seto raised a brow and looked at him.

"What is it, Mokuba...?"

"It's Saturday, niisama! You and me are supposed to watch cartoons, and you said that if you weren't awake by now I could do whatever I wanted to wake you up!" Giving Mokuba a very bad imitation of the puppy dog eyes, Seto frowned.

"Well, I'm up now, so you don't have to do anything else, now do you?"

Pause.

"I don't have to, but it'll help!" The black-haired boy grinned happily, and went on in tickling. Seto laugh loudly, allowing him to have his fun. How much longer, however, remained to be unseen. (Contrary to what he may say, Kaiba Seto is a very ticklish person. )

"Oh, Mokuba, stop!" she cried out, and the boy stopped instantly, grinning. Seto sat up and the blanket fell from a shoulder to around his waist, and ruffled his black hair. "See? I'm awake now." He chuckled good-naturedly when Mokuba gave him one quick last poke at his sides, and decided to return the favor.

Down the hallway, Roland could only begin to even guess what was going on in Master Kaiba's bedroom. He decided he would be better off not knowing.

An hour and two doughnuts later, both Kaiba's were positioned in the living room. Mokuba was sitting in the front, violet eyes looking as if they were permanently glued to the television. Seto twitched when he glanced up at the screen, watching his younger brother watch an American cartoon called Bugs Bunny. While Mokuba might have been able to fully ignore the events of the past at this time, the picture of the rabbit only reminded the brunette of one thing, and that one thing happened to wear suits that looked pink and decorate his castle to look like a woman was reigning.

"How can you watch this mindless drabble? Watch... I don't know. That Kenshin show or something."

"But I thought you said I couldn't watch it 'cause it'd give me violent ideas."

"...Well, I've decided you're mature enough. And I'm rather sick of that rabbit." Less than half a second later, the television was now sitting on Tokyo Television, and Mokuba was paying more attention than he was to Bugs Bunny. With a nod of approval, Seto turned his attention away from the big-screen and glanced downwards at various papers spread across the table. Lists of numbers, memos, and various employee complaints were only a few of them, and God be damned if he didn't look at all of it in his over-sized pajamas.

"He's fired... She's fired... Ooh, suck-up. ... Fired. Promoted. Better get his ass to work tommorrow, or fired..."

This went on for about twenty minutes or so, completely undisturbed, save for random bits of cackling that Mokuba remedied by looking at him oddly and suggesting that Seto receive some sort of mental help. After those precious twenty minutes, Roland had finally ventured downstairs after deeming it safe to look upon the Kaiba family.

"Master Kaiba," he greeted, looking towards Seto, "I, ah, have a question." Seto looked at him and rose a brow.

"What is it, Roland?"

"You... Might want to come and see this." Roland looked a little edgy, and fidgeting silently. That is odd, Seto surmised; usually Roland only looked nervous when something in the house was blown up, completely destroyed, or left unnoticed for weeks (Such as the dishes, which had once grown fungus that had required them to vacate the house for a week). And, as far as he knew, there had been no loud noises and he had looked into anything left unnoticed just two days ago.

"...All right. This better be damn important, or your job is at stake - and no, Mokuba, you may not repeat my language, you hear that?" Mokuba nodded solemnly, and returned in time to hear a famous Kenshin 'Oro'.

"Well, what is it you need me to look at before I decide you're better off fired?" he growled, stalking after him. "I was rather enjoying deciding what half of my employees to fire of the weekend." Roland nodded quickly, and led him towards a window. On it sat a large barn owl, possessing on it's leg a scroll that looked as if it was going to cause the poor thing to fall.

"...An owl? You bother me for an owl?"

"Well, we took the scroll off for a moment or two and looked through it until the bird pecked at us until we would put it back on. The letter is, uh, rather odd, to say the least." Seto snorted, and snatched the owl and ripped the paper from the bird. The bird squawked loudly and whacked the CEO with its wings, causing him to yell Japanese swear words after it. The bird, content that it had given proper payback, returned to it's post on the window.

"What can be so odd about a letter, anyhow?" he scoffed, looking at it. There was a broken seal on the front, which was a large H surrounded by four different animals. As he unrolled it, several different papers fell out, which Roland caught, and Seto looked at the address on the front.

'Kaiba Seto, CEO Prodigy of Kaiba Corp.
Domino, Japan 5453-2845

3421 Shinigashi Street

The West Living Room'

"You know it's illegal to look at other people's mail? Especially when it's so clearly labeled." Dismissing the idea with another mumbling, he looked at the reverse side, which had a small letter written on it.

'Greetings Mister Bakura Ryo,

We would like to congratulate you for outstanding abilities of the magical sort. It has been noticed, as of late, that you have been magically active, whether intentionally or otherwise, and would like to invite you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. While this is as unexpected to us as it is to you, we would appreciate it greatly if you would consider coming to study the magical arts with us in England. Enclosed with this is a list of times that a train will be leaving King's Crossing in London. If you so desire, you may pick one of those times and send which train you'll be taking to Hogwarts if you would like to arrange a meeting with the headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Please give these to the owl that brought this message to you.

Signed,
Head of Gryffindor House Minerva McGonagall'

A one Ryo blinked at the letter in his hands, glancing through the other sheets of paper. Yes, it proved true; there was several different papers, and one of them did have the train times for a train that came to some station labeled '9 3/4.'

(...what do you think?)

The Tomb Robber had a doubtful reply. ((It makes little sense. Why on Earth don't we already know about this school in the first place? I've been doing magic for years.))

(Maybe an age limit, or something? I don't know.) Ryo frowned. This was not boding well; the white-haired teenager really wanted to go to this school. Magic would be such a nifty thing to possess, and if he really was capable of doing it, then it opened so many new opportunites that he would have never thought possible. As if Bakura had read his thought (Which Ryo reminded himself, he probably did), he made his a response:

((I suppose there's no harm in checking it out. It -would- be something I would have over the Pharaoh.)) Ryo nodded, but didn't bother answering through the mental link. Bakura would understand his emotions at the moment just fine, and with a grin and a pen, he starting jotting down onto a piece of notebook paper.

SOS: Wow. I wrote all that? X.x Well... yeah. Review and make meh day, and lemme know whether or not there's going to be a real point to finishing this. Heh.