SOS: Well, here we are. .:pokes fic:. I really should have been doing my school project when I wrote this. Oh well. I'll just be up all night doing it and fall asleep in church. This is a lot more interesting than a project, anywho. .:grins:.

Disclaimer - Yup. I do own YuuGiOu and Harry Potter, and I'm also likely to dance on my head and learn to speak monkey. For any of you oddballs out there, it means they're not mine.

Note - I forgot to mention the timeframe for this. .:spazzes:. Takes place after the Battle City arc (No Oricalchos), and this is Harry's fifth year.

"Mr. Weasley?" No answer. "Mr. Weasley? Are you alright down there?"

Harry Potter was hunched over in an awkward position, rear-end sticking into the air. His head was dipped into a hole that wasn't large enough to allow him to crawl through (and he was currently wondering how on Earth Mister Weasley had managed to), and his clothes were caked with mud. His green eyes looked down the darkness of the hole, and he felt his glasses sliding down his nose. Pulling his head out of the hole with determination, he pushed onto the grass of the Wesaleys' lawn and fell backwards onto the rear-end that had been once sticking up for the world to see.

"Not to worry, Harry!" a familiar voice called from underneath the ground as Harry pushed up his glasses. "I'll be up in just a moment!"

Harry sighed, sitting patiently on the ground. He had gone to the Burrow as to enjoy the last few weeks of his summer vacation, and was wondering vaguely whether or not he would have preferred to stay at the Leaky Cauldron. Sure, he loved staying with the magical family, but this summer had been slightly... unusual, even by his standards. While Harry got to practice playing Quidditch with Ron and his brothers and it was a new adventure every day, he found himself confused every other moment. The ghoul in that attic was getting much louder and had often thrown random pipes at him, Mr. Weasley had hidden himself in this secret hole in the ground and was often commenting on his children's summer homework (Which was something that was normally left to Mrs. Weasley to do, unless she had made him do it. As far as Harry knew, this was not the case), and Ginny seemed hell-bent on the idea that looking the Boy Who Lived straight in the eyes would kill her.

"Thanks for waiting for me, Harry, and fending off all of those gnomes," Mr. Weasley called upwards. A moment later, the hole in the ground expanded, and Harry watched blankly as the wizard walked up a staircase that he could have sworn didn't exist when he stuck his head in.

"No problem, Mr. Weasley. Um, what exactly were you doing down there, anyways...?"

"It's a secret, Harry!" He grinned at him. "Now, you better get cleaned up soon! Molly is going to take you, Ginny, and the boys down to Diagon Alley to get your school things soon!"

"You mean to tell me I can't use my laptop here?"

"Yep. Magic and technology just don't mix."

"Looks like the mighty CEO's going to have to go back to pencil, paper, and the mail service, huh?"

Bakura looked around the compartment after throwing in his two cents to the conversation, and examined the seats. These are nice... Before he could even as much consider a decent plan to steal the seats from the Hogwarts Express, his host decided that his own two cents would be required towards the dead spirit.

(Don't you dare, Tomb Robber!) he scolded, and Bakura was reminded of a woman snapping at her child for a bad report care grade. With an annoyed look that neither of the other two occupants of the compartment noticed, he crossed his arms across his chest and glared out the window at the English countryside.

"To think that you people claim to have means that could -possibly- assist me, and you can't even use a basic cell phone." Kaiba Seto snorted.

"You can start makin' claims like that when you understand what's going on 'ere, got that, Kaiba?" Hagrid snapped. This particular charge was rubbing him the wrong way, and the half-giant couldn't wait until they were at the school and he was out of his hair.

"Well, as nice as your comments are, I think I'll preoccupy myself with something worthwhile." Seto stood himself up and walked out of the compartment, leaving Hagrid and the King of Thieves alone. Together. For some reason, Ryo didn't think it was a good sign that Bakura wasn't going to give up control of their body, either.

"So, Hagrid," Bakura began, redirecting his attention away from the window, "What exactly would I be able to do when I learn your magic?"

"Oh, lots 'o things." Glad to have a conversation where he could show off some knowledge and not have to concern himself with a bratty teenage CEO that had been the world's hottest man several times in a row in teen magazine, Hagrid launched into the listing of several spells. "You can unlock any door, turn animals into somethin' else, hex yer enemies into bein' tickled for hours at a time, and..." He went on and on, and Bakura listened carefully. It looked like he was going to soon have new means of thievery.

Ten minutes later in the Hogwarts Expess hallway, Seto was walking up and down in a meaningless pace that could last two hours should he not stop until the train ride was over. As tedious as it was, it was opening him up to the possibilities of this world. His letter had been much more detailed in why he should even show up for a meeting with this Albus Dumbledore, and also described some things that would surely assist with running his company. However, a few problems remained.

One of these problems was the why. Why had they just been invited to this school, when from what he could divine, that all students began at age eleven? Another was, why in England? Surely there was a school in Japan that would be much closer and thusly easier to attend, so why did they have to go to another continent to learn this magic? He sighed, running a hand through his brown locks.

This was going to be the beginning of a very bad headache.

"Well, we're almost there."

A glare was focused in Hagrid's general direction. "Is there some sort of ride between here and there?"

"Nope. We're walkin'."

"You're kidding me."

"Well, it can't be that bad, Kaiba-sama." The glare was redirected at Bakura Ryo.

"That has to be AT LEAST THREE MILES!" he snapped at the white-haired boy, who quickly cringed back in fear of the CEO. The brunette was pointing in the direction of a large castle sitting besides a huge lake, and, unfortunately, Ryo had to agree. It was going to be a very long walking distance for the three to trek, and also had to agree that it was rather rude to expect guests to do so.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with a little exercise and fresh air, now is there?" he suggested, chuckling nervously. The taller boy backed away from him, and sent a death glare at the oldest one present. Seto mulled over his choices for a moment, and seemed to have come to a conclusion when he started talking again.

"Well, oaf? Are you going to lead us to this castle or not?"

Lots of walking and a disgruntled CEO later, they finally succeeded in arriving at the castle. Hagrid led them through various corridors, and pointed out the classrooms of teachers along the way. As far as he could tell, Ryo was the only one paying any attention.

"This is the way to the Headmaster's office, ya see, 'cause he told me to take you two straight to 'im. After that I think we're going on down to Diagon Alley to get yer stuff for the school year, and meet with some other magic folk..." He went on, but Ryo found himself more interested in speaking with his other. He didn't want to be rude, but the half-giant seemed to have the tendency to ramble on about things that had no relevance.

((This oaf, as Kaiba likes to call him, very well might be lying soulless if he goes on like this,)) griped Bakura.

(We STILL can't do that, Tomb Robber! I'd get kicked out before the school year even -started-!)

((Hmph.))

(You promise you're not going to steal any souls this year?)

(Answer me!)

((Pay attention, host. You're at the office you've been looking for.))

"Now, Kaiba, Bakoorah, this is Headmaster Dumbldore"

Seto's Girl 2004 - Buhaha! Well, here you go! Don't always expect chapters this soon, though x.X This is actually a record for me to have updated this so soon.

DarkLegacies -I can't traumatize them? .:shifty look:. Well... I'll try not to hurt them too much when we finally get to Diagon Alley... (.:coughfangirlscough:.) .:grin:.

Just A Penniless Writer - Oh, you'll love it I haven't got anything between that and now planned, but it's gonna be gosh durn funny.

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