Anaya's Creator: Chapter 3!
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Anaya's Creator: I said: Chapter 3
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ANAYA'S CREATOR DOES NOT OWN YU-GI-OH, INU-YASHA, OR HARRY POTTER!
Chapter 3: Welcome to School
Now sopping wet, thanks to the climb up the steps, Britts, Ryou, Sakura, Seto, and Yugi stopped in front of the great oak doors then sloshed into the entrance hall. They were about to enter the Great Hall when a firm voice spoke from behind them.
"Hold it you five,"
The group turned and saw a tall, stern-looking woman in emerald green robes with circle spectacles adorning her eyes. "Miss Yasha, are these the foreign students?"
"The boys are, Professor McGonagall."
"Well, all of you come with me, except you, Miss Trifler."
"I'll try to save you guys some seats," Britts murmured and with a disheartened look she entered the Great Hall.
"That's Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress, head of Gryffindor house, and Transfiguration teacher," Sakura explained as the teacher led them up one of the marble staircases, down a corridor, and into her office.
"Misters Bakura, Mutou, and Kaiba, welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said. "Now, there are some matters I need to discuss with you all before the new term begins. First, each student is sorted into a house by way of the Sorting Hat. You three will be sorted after the first years. Mr. Kaiba, Miss Yasha informed me that you wanted to be able to keep an eye on your company whilst you are here. Our headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, has taken care of that."
She reached into the pocket of her robe and drew out two royal blue microchips. "He said that if you install these in your... what do you call them? Oh yes, your cell phone... and what's that other contraption called?"
"His laptop, Professor?" Sakura suggested.
"Yes your laptop; thank you, Miss Yasha. He said if you put them in those contraptions, they will be able to work inside Hogwarts. Oh, and once you've installed them in your devices, do not have them on during class. This is a learning facility, not a business institution; take care of business in your free time."
Kaiba took the chips from Professor McGonagall as she looked around at each of them in turn.
"The next matter concerns four of you, all of you will be taking the Ordinary Wizarding Levels at the end ofthis month.These exams will determine what classes you will be taking in your next two years at Hogwarts.To better prepare you new students, each of you will be paired up with a partner to study with, but that will be fine tuned later. Miss Yasha, you may take you place at the Gryffindor table and you boys follow me."
Professor McGonagall led them out of her office and back into the Great Hall. Sakura sat down between Britts and Mokuba (the Sorting was over) as Yugi, Ryou, and Kaiba were led up to the three-legged stool, on which sat an old frayed hat that looked as if it had been through seven wars and all other kinds of hell.
At the long table behind the stool Professor Dumbledore stood up. "It is my great pleasure to announce that this year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry we have accepted three foreign exchange students that will be starting off in the sixth year," he told them all. "First up Bakura, Ryou..."
The hat was placed on Ryou's head as he sat on the stool.
"Hmm," the Sorting Hat said within Ryou's head.
/Get out of my hikari's head you filthy dust mop/ Bakura demanded.
/Bakura, leave the Hat alone/ Ryou pleaded. An unfocused look clouded his eyes as he lessened his control on his body.
"Oh my, two minds in this young man," the Sorting Hat exclaimed curiously over the bickering.
/Why should I... OW/ Bakura had just received a mental kick from his hikari.
/Now, BE QUIET/
"Interesting, one mind is darker and devious, but courageous; definately the Slytherin type. Yet the other isa bitsubmissive and eager to learn,but no doubt courageous in his own right.A Ravenclaw at first glance...but all that courage definitely counts for something... GRYFFINDOR!"
The shout interrupted Bakura and Ryou's argument and Ryou resumed control of his body then walked over to the Gryffindor table.
"Next... Seto Kaiba,"
Several whispers ran through the Great Hall from several girls.
"Did I hear Dumbledore right? That's the Seto Kaiba?"
"Of course it is; what other guy has absolutely gorgeous sapphire eyes like that?"
There were several dreamy sighs from all around. Sakura felt as if she were going to be sick. "Oh honestly, he's not that good-looking," she heard Britts mutter. She saw her friend steal a slight glance at Ryou as she spoke however.
Up at the stool, the Sorting Hat was talking an awful lot in Seto's head, much to his annoyance.
"Let me see, let me see, quite a shady past you've got. Both parents dead, adopted by a cruel business tycoon, endured harsh abuse, yet always there for your little brother... Well then..."
"Are you done yet?" Kaiba muttered crossly.
"Hold your hippogriffs, lad. As I was going to say...GRYFFINDOR!"
Sakura slammed her hands down on her ears as complete pandemonium erupted from all around. Many girls at the Gryffindor table screeched and applauded excitedly, while the girls at other tables sulked. Although several girls tried to convince Kaiba to sit with them, he ignored their advances and sat down next to Mokuba.
"And finally Yugi Mutou,"
"Ah, two minds in this body as well..." murmured the Hat. "One is shadowy and, mysterious and the other carefree andnaïve but both are equally audacious... GRYFFINDOR without a doubt!"
After Yugi sat down at the Gryffindor table, the Sorting Hat and its stool were taken away and Dumbledore was talking again.
"Now I have a few things I must clear out of the way before we completely lose our senses in the marvelous feast that has been prepared for us. First and foremost, as most of our world now knows, Lord Voldemort does indeed walk amongst us once again."
Scattered whispers echoed off the gigantic walls of the spacious room.
"It's in times like this, when we must ease any personal squabbles we may have with others and combine our strength with those, perhaps, you've rather avoid, for there is great strength in numbers.
"On a lighter note, our caretaker, Mr. Argus Filtch, has informed me that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has grown to the number four hundred and seventy-six. For more details, see Mr. Filtch's office. Thirdly..."
"Hurry it up, Uncle. Some of us would actually like to eat before we're dead and burned to ash," Sakura moaned, clutching her stomach as the headmaster continued talking.
"Patience is a virtue," Britts reminded her.
"Not one of mine,"
"Now I believe I have kept your tummies rumbling long enough, eat up!" Dumbledore said cheerfully.
"Finally!" Sakura exclaimed as the plates filled with food.
There was roast beef, bacon, steak, and pot-pie; mashed, roast, boiled potatoes and fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas and carrots, along with gravy, ketchup, and any number of other delicious foods. (A/N: Makes your mouth water just thinking about it, don't it?) Sakura, Yugi, Kaiba, Mokuba, Britts, and Ryou, immediately dug in.
Finally everyone had eaten as much as they could and the plates filled with deserts. Several blocks of ice cream and toppings for it came into view along with a thousand other delights including puddings, apple pie, éclairs and doughnuts and... (A/N: Well, let's just say I could go on and on and make our stomachs growl until they cave in, but I'm not that mean.)
Sakura filled her plate with chocolate, Moosetracks, and chocolate peanut butter ice cream, topping it off with tons of chocolate and peanut butter syrup, chocolate chips, marshmallows, a large strawberry.
Yugi helped himself to some Jell-O then asked, "I guess you like chocolate then, eh Sakura?"
Kaiba snickered, "By the looks of that sundae, she's more of a chocoholic."
"She is," a coffee-haired girl told them. "She has to have at least a taste of chocolate at every meal."
Sakura ignored this and plundged into her sundae.
All too soon the deserts disappeared, and Dumbledore got up to speak again. "I have one last thing to say before I send you off to bed" he said. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts; now, to bed with all of you. Scat!" He gave them all a swish towards the doors which flew open and the students began to file out.
"Hey bro, check it out, the portraits move," Mokuba pointed out as Sakura and Britts led him and the others to the Gryffindor tower.
"Not only that, they talk too," Britts said.
"That's impossible. How can a painting talk?" Kaiba sneered.
"It's quite easy, laddie; you should be more open minded," remarked the picture of a Scottish bagpiper.
"What do ya know? The big bad C.E.O. of Kaiba Corps just got told off by a painting," Bakura commented, having switched control with Ryou just to piss off Kaiba.
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Thank you Captain Obvious, we couldn't tell, honest.Nowkeep your eyes on the staircases, they like to change."
"What do you...? Whoa," Yugi was silenced as he looked up. There were huge stairwells above them, some of which were in fact moving.
Soon they came to a halt in front of a portrait of a rather large woman in a pink silken dress.
"Password?" she asked.
"Puffskins," Mokuba said and immediately the canvas swung open, revealing the entrance.
"How'd you know the password?" Seto asked him.
"A red-haired prefect told me," And with that he climbed inside.
Sakura snapped her fingers. "That reminds me, Britts and I need to introduce you guys to Harry, Ron, and Hermione." Without another word she climbed in after Mokuba.
"Harry, Ron, and Hermione? Who are they?" Ryou inquired as he and the others followed.
"They were the three teens we saw go through the barrier back and King's Cross. Speaking of which, there they are. You three, what's up?" Britts explained.
Two boys and a girl looked up from their conversation in front of the large roaring fire at the newcomers. Kaiba, Yugi, Mokuba, and Ryou instantly recognized them from the train station.
"Hey Britts, Sakura, not much," said the black-haired boy as he stood up from the squashy armchair he was sitting in. They could see a thin lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead in the flickering firelight.
"Who are these guys?" asked the redhead who was standing next to the chair. "You got any idea, Harry?"
"Weren't youpaying attention at dinner?" chastised the brunette girl as she leaned against the fireplace. "They're the new exchange students."
"Well sorry Hermione, some of us had our minds on other things," the redhead retorted. He blushed slightly, but Hermione didn't notice.
The brunette rolled her eyes as she let out an exasperated sigh. "Honestly Ron, you're impossible, always thinking with your stomach."
I think he may have been thinking with more than just his stomach, Hermione, Harry thought, having seen his best friend's blush.
"Are that boy and girl always like this?" Ryou whispered.
"Often much worse," Britts muttered.
Hermione walked over to Yugi, Ryou, and the Kaiba brothers. "I'm Hermione Granger." She offered her hand and each of the boys shook it as they introduced themselves.
"Yugi Mutou,"
"Ryou Bakura,"
"Mokuba Kaiba, and this is my older brother Seto,"
"It's a pleasure. This is Harry Potter," she pointed to the boy with the scar. "And that's Ron Weasly," she gestured to the other.
Britts gave a loud yawn. "Well, I don't know about you folks, but I'm dog-tired, no offense, Sakura. I'm heading to bed. G'night." Stretching, she went up one of the staircases to the girl's dormitories, followed by Hermione; little did Sakura know that Myoga had gone with them.
A few minutes later, the boys had gone to bed and Sakura went up to the sixth year girl's dorm.
"My congratulations to you, Fangs; Myoga just told us," greeted a familiar voice as she entered a room with five four poster beds.
Her blood orbs glanced in the direction of the voice and met the dark chocolate eyes of a lass with black coffee hair and light skin lying on one of the beds, the same one who had commented on her chocolate addiction.
"Lara, why must you still call me by that nickname? And what did he tell you?"
"About you kissing Seto Kaiba on the neck."
Sakura blushed so furiously her head looked like a cherry with whipped cream on top. "T-thatwas a-an accident."
"Accident or not, you kissed the Seto Kaiba," Lavender Brown squealed.
Sakura growled in indignation. "It doesn't matterif I kissed him!The train hit a bump, the lights went out, and I fell! It was a bloody accident! It doesn't mean anything! Get that through your thick skulls, you futhetic(1) mortals! Conversation OVER!" Exhausted, Sakura collapsed onto her four-poster and closed the scarlet hangings, shielding herself from view. Sleep instantly overcame her senses, sweeping her from reality into the depths of her subconscious.
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"The Millennium Items, you say, Wormtail?" asked a harsh voice from a large armchair.
"Y-yes, my lord," answered a small huddled figure kneeling on the floor with an old torn up volume in his quavering hands.
'Five thousand years ago, the great pharaohs of Egypt manipulated magic of great and terrible power. This was used to summon monsters from a place called the Shadow Realm. Eventually, the magic spun out of control and almost destroyed the entire world, but one man was able to seal the monsters away in stone tablets. To aid his loyal priests in capturing the creatures, he created the seven Millennium Items; when used together the pharaoh and his priests were unstoppable.'
"Hmm," Lord Voldemort murmured. "This magic is perfect. Wormtail, track down these Items and inform Narcissa Malfloy that her son needs to keep a close eye on what's happening at Hogwarts and complete his mission. If Dumbledore pulls any tricks out of his hat, I want to know immediately."
Bowing, Wormtail left the room with a loud popping sound.
A long skeletal hand reached out and ran along the spine of a huge serpent. "Well, well, well, Nagani, it appears that these Millennium Items will aid me greatly. Of course, we'll have to do away with their possessors, but that should be a simple task. Heh, heh, heh, heh..."
Icy laughter, colder than the darkest depths of the Antarctic Ocean, began to echo throughout the dim room.
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(1) I invented this word while talking to my friend one day, it means fucking pathetic. Get it? It's pronounced: fa-the-tic. MY WORD!
Anaya's Creator: I'll upload Ch. 4 asap. Please review!