SOS: Whoo. So we've made it to chapter two. Dunno why I wrote this as soon as I did; kinda odd for me to x.O Oh well. Read and enjoy!

Warnings - Ramblings.

Disclaimer - If I owned YuuGiOu and/or Harry Potter, Seto Kaiba would have long been the main character. .:shifty look:. In either.

"Wormtail. Tend to the fire, pleassssse."

"Yes, master!"

The small, portly man scurried towards the fireplace, hardly daring to look upon the face of the Dark Lord. Silence met the room as he hit the logs with the black poker, fiery sparks illuminating the room. The room was the same; empty of furniture save for one chair pointed towards the fireplace, dark and forbidding. Wormtail finished his task and backed up silently, returning to his position behind the Dark Lord's chair. He refused to voice his concern about the task at hand; following his master's lead was his only choice, and defying him would be the same as asking for death itself.

"Wormtail."

"Yes, mas-master?"

"What isss the progresss? Have they found anything about thosssse itemsss?"

"Uh, yes. The-there's a museum in Egypt, a-and it's run by an Ishtal family. Unfor-fortunately, an artifact in question has been mov-moved, and we can't find their loc-location. We're wor-working on it. Some muggle's cla-claiming they've moved to a Japanese ci-city, but some of your followers are doubt-doubtful," Wormtail stammered out.

"And why isss that?"

"The mugg-muggle was hardly in the right frame of mind., and ev-even with the Ver-veritaserum (1),he could onl-only tell us what he believed true him-himself." A thoughtfull silence ensued after this explination.

"Well," finally spoke the Dark Lord, "Look into it. Find any mussseumsss on Egypt in Japan thisss insssstant."

"I hate flying, I hate flying, I hate flying..."

Three forty-two in the afternoon in a plane only ten minutes away from London, and there was a large berth given to a white-haired boy. Most of those who were avoiding him were also giving him awkward looks, watching him mumble something in Japanese and cling pathetically to the arms of his seat. They weren't concerned with what he was saying; they were concerned about whether or not he was going to throw up.

Twenty minutes later, said white-haired boy was glancing nervously around a crowded London airport. Ryo frowned as he clung to a suitcase's handle, the wheels sitting on the tiled floor. ((So, where is this 'escort'?))

(I'm not sure. The letter said he wouldn't be difficult to miss...)

Ah, yes, the letter. A week before, Bakura Ryo had sent the owl off with a letter declaring that he would be positively delighted to attend this school of magic, and would also like to arrange a meeting as to have a better grip on the situation. No more than two days later (with a different owl who seemed to have a worse demeanor than the one before. The Spirit of the Ring casually mentioned that he acted like Jonouchi after getting some sort of snide remark from Kaiba) another letter had returned.

'To Mister Bakura Ryo,

We thank you for your interest in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. On the date that you selected to take the Hogwarts Express to our school, we will have an escort at the airport prepared to meet you and clarify things along the way. He goes by the name of Rubeus Hargrid, and is very difficult to miss. He will also be escorting another new student.

Signed, Head of Gryffindor House

Minerva McGonagall'

So, where was this mysterious Hagrid and his other young charge? Ryo frowned unhappily, and found himself slightly upset. What if this was just a clever trick to get him to completely waste his time? If it was, whoever had done it had thoroughly succeeded in doing so. ((Stop thinking like that, silly host. That letter was stinking with magic.))

(How can you tell?)

((Only someone very attuned to magic can. You're obviously too pathetic to even tell to tell. Don't worry about it.)) Ryo mentally twitched.

(I love you too, Tomb Robber.) he replied sarcastically.

((Oh, you know you can't resist me.)) The host's mind went through at least ten kajillion ideas before he got to respond to his darker sides comment, questioning on whether or not he was being sarcastic.

"'ey, are you..." Pause. "Rie-ooo?"

Ryo jerked his head up and blinked. Above him was a man that would have definitely passed for Goliath. His hair was dark in color and very dirty, but appeared as if he made some attempt to tame it. His clothes looked like they were hand made (And not badly, at that) from sort of animals sink, and he white-haired boy found to his discomfort that had could easily stick his entire arm into the giant's pocket.

"Uhm, call me Bakura," he requested. The taller man nodded, and grinned.

"Well, I'm glad I found one o' you! Name's Hagrid, Hogwart's gamekeeper! I was ta take you on the train on down ta Hogwarts!" Ryo nodded numbly as Hagrid started to pull him forward, holding incredibly too tightly onto his wrist. "Now, we've gotta find that other one... I was told we'll be meetin' 'im at Kings Cross, but I was hopin' to beat him there. Ah, oh well. Now, tell me about yerself, Bakura!" The man accidently pronounced the 'kura' like 'koo-rah,' but he decided not to bother.

"Where would you like me to start?"

"Anywhere, I guess. What school you used ta go to?"

"Domino High. Second year."

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen. My birthday'll be in two weeks." (2) This question and answer game lasted for a very long amount of time, sustaining Hagrid's interest until they were well on their way on a taxi to Kings Cross. By then, Hagrid had discovered Ryo's favorite color, animal, cartoon, work, and at least a million other things whose questions had bored the hell out of him.

((I'm glad he finally shut up. Twenty million questions was graining on my nerves, and I was close to banishing him to the Shadow Realm.))

(You can't do that! He's the only way we're going to find out anything!)

((...Well, he's still here, isn't he?))

(For some reason, I'm having the feeling I should have left you with Yuugi in Domino...)

"That man is late."

Kaiba Seto glared unhappily at a clock in the Kings Cross station, arms crossed on his chest. He was dressed casually; he had no intentions of catching the attention of a bunch of English females. His fan club was enough to boost his ego; he hardly needed to be glomped to reinforced the fact in his skull.

"Hargid! Please wait up! I can't run much faster than this!"

"Oh, I'm sorry! Are you alright, Bakoorah?"

With an undignified blink, the brown-haired CEO looked up at the yelling of a familiar Japanese boy. He stared blankly at what he saw. A tall man that appeared to be a giant was pulling along a one Bakura Ryo, who looked as if he was trying his best not to get upset with the man. The one called Hagrid slowed his pace, allowing Ryo to finally fall into a speed that was comfortable. Seto raised a brow and watched, and let out a snort of amusement.

"Well, what do we have here? Who's your friend, 'Bakoorah'?" he greeted with a smirk, intentionally pronouncing his name the same way as the giant. Ryo's mouth dropped open in surprise at seeing the young CEO, and ignored his question.

"Kaiba-sama! What are you doing here?"

"This is that Kaiba, huh?" Hagrid remarked, looking him up and down. "Well, I'm glad we found ya so quickly! I'm Hagrid, your escort today."

"This large oaf is supposed to be our escort into an unknown world of magical happenings that sounds like a story a magician on crack made up?" Seto remarked, cocking a brow. "For some reason, it feels like I should still be in Domino."

"Now, now," Hagrid snapped, revealing an annoyed quality that surprised Ryo, "You had better learn to respect Hogwarts' staff, or you'll find yerself on a train right back home." The brunette snorted in response.

"Then I suppose I'll take my chances. Now, how about you prove something about this insane story and direct us to platform 9 3/4. I've asked about every worker in this place, and I've gotten at least ten remarked about today's youth behind my back." The taller one stood a little straighter, as if he was going to do something about the younger one's attitude.

"All righ', then. You see this gate between nine and ten?" They both nodded. "Do exactly as I do." With that said, Hagrid stomped directly towards the pillar that separated the gates.

And passed right through it.

For a moment, all the two sixteen-year-old boys could do was stare at the pillar, as if expecting someone to jump out from behind them and say 'Gotcha'. When this did not occur, Ryo looked at Seto expectantly instead.

"Uh... How about yo-you go first?"

"Why don't you?"

((Sissy little host!)) scolded Bakura. ((If you don't have the nerves to walk through that thing, then I suppose that I'll just have to do it.))

Content after taking over their shared body, the Tomb Robber glanced at Seto. Without much more than a grunted reply that could be assumed to be conformity, he stomped off through the pillar.

"...I can't believe I'm doing this." Seto looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching, and with a defeated sigh, followed after Bakura.

(1) A potion that makes whoever drinks it speak only the truth.

(2) Ryo's birthday is September second. Current time-frame is the last two weeks of August, so... yah.

SuzukaKinomoto - Heh. I'm glad you enjoyed. And, as a side note, Bakura's name can be spelled either Ryou or Ryo. I'm using the spelling in the translate manga, which happens to be 'Ryo.' I'm glad that you cared enough about this fic to mention that, however, and I thankyou's! .:pelts with Ryo plushies:.

Kaiathrita - Marik/Marikku and Yuugi/Yami Yuugi might have a part in this, but they will NOT be having a major role. Hehe. It's just gonna be our CEO and wonderful Tomb Robber working against the forces of evil! (And maybe a wizard or two. .:coughDracoHarrycouch:.).

Thanks for reading this, and please review soon!