Hey people! Thanks for being so patient! I know I haven't updated in a while. I realized when I wrote this chapter, I made no Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! I was like, "OMG! What am I going to do?" So I decided to torture the story. I don't own YuGiOh or Harry Potter. Have a good day! (goes off to make a sub sandwich)
Chapter 6: The Untitled Chapter /Yami to Hikari/ /Hikari to Yami/Their next class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry looked at Ron, confused. "Did Professor Dumbledore announce the new professor?" The reply was unanswered.
"No," said Hermione at last, "but don't worry. Whoever it is, it has to be better than that complete toad Professor Umbridge!" Hermione opened the door to the classroom and gripped Seto's sleeve for support from collapsing from shock. Sitting at the teacher's desk, which was topped with the ugly lace doilies, was Dolores Jane Umbridge.
"Hermione. Your arm…it's cutting off my circulation!" gasped Seto. Hermione's face turned beet red and she quickly pulled her hand away. "sorry." Seto turned a little pink. Not much, but noticeable. Yugi and Yami Bakura, who had just taken over, stared up at the CEO and then at each other. When Bakura's and Yugi's eyes met, they silently asked each other the same thing. Did they just see Seto Kaiba blush?
"Now, now! Hurry up, you lot! Don't block the doorway!" Umbridge insisted happily, ushering them all inside. Seto winced.
"What's wrong Seto?" asked Hermione.
"That woman…if she even is one (that attracted a snicker from Yami Bakura in the Ring) reminds me of Mokuba on a sugar rampage. Except she isn't Mokuba. You have no idea."
"Oh," said Yugi, understanding. He knew what Mokuba was like high. Believe the imagination of the Authoress. Getting Mokuba down from on top of the fridge while hugging the cookie jar was not a simple task at all.
"I don't like that short, lady," said Marik, "she's WAY too perky and smiley!"
"What's so bad about her anyway?" asked Ryou.
"She was our teacher last year," explained Ron. He, Harry, and Hermione, who's face was looking more normal than red as a rose, explained all about Umbridge, the Ministry decrees and the Inquisitorial Squad, right down to all of Harry's detentions.
"You know…" said Yugi, "I don't like her either!"
"What kind of vile, thing is she?" asked Ryou.
"A demon, what else?" said Ron.
"Now, now, kids! Settle down! Quiet please!" cried Umbridge. The classroom became silent. Seto stiffened. He did not like being treated as though he was six years old.
"Wands away, books out please! Come on now! Do I have to remind you that the Ministry has decreed that all Defense Against the Dark Arts classes will be theoretically studied? Now wands away!" There was a groan all around the room as their sticks of wood were placed in their robes or bags and heavy textbooks came into view.
"Now turn to page 5, Chapter 1 and take notes on the section 1 while I take attendance!"
Yugi raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. …?"
"Muto. Yugi Muto. You mean that we won't be practicing spells in this class?"
"Did you not hear me correctly, Yugi? I said we would be using theoretical practice, not spell work! As long as you master the theory, you should have no trouble with the practical!"
"But…""Your hand is not up!" Yugi raised his hand, but Dolores U. turned away from him.
Ryou raised his hand. Okay, it wasn't Ryou, more like his spirit, Yami Bakura. She called on him.
"Yes, Mr. Bakura?"
"But, Professor, won't we need to know how to defend ourselves from the Death Eaters out there?"
"Dark Wizards? Mr. Bakura, you were not here when I said this but I will say it again. There are NO Dark Wizards out to get mere students like you!" Letting himself crack, Harry stood. Hermione beckoned him to sit back down but he ignored her.
"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?" he hollered, "HOW CAN YOU SAY THERE ISN'T ANYONE OUT THERE?" Harry lost it all now. All of his anger was getting let loose. "WHAT ABOUT LAST YEAR WHEN FUDGE ANNOUNCED THE COMMUNITY THAT VOLDEMORT RETURNED? ARE YOU TOO BLIND TO READ THE PROPHET AND TOO DEAF TO HEAR EVERYONE AROUND YOU?" Harry was breathing heavily now.
"Detention Mr. Potter!" shrieked Umbridge. "5:00 my office tonight!" she was breathing heavily, " is there anyone else who would like to voice their opinions?" There was no reply to that question. Ryou was shaking in his soul room. Being the daredevil he was, Y. Bakura stood.
"well, professor, since you don't believe in these Dark Wizards, would you believe in something ridiculous?"
"Well, Mr. Bakura, it depends…""Something like…oh I don't know…oh yes! Would you believe me if I said that I was possessed?" He was egging her on, waiting to hear her response.
/You are such a dip//Yes, but I'm a daredevil dip! Hahaha/
/Oh brother…/
"Possessed Ryou Bakura? Of course not! Why would you be possessed or even think the thought?" she asked, oblivious to the fact that his so called "hypothetical" situation was real and he was indeed possessed by everyone's favorite tomb raider. "Of course not! Being controlled by something or someone for a certain period of time with no recollection of the other's experience isn't possible. These things don't happen!"
"You have never been so wrong!" muttered Yami Bakura under his breath.
"What was that Mr. Bakura?"
"Oh nothing!"
"Well, tut, tut to you all. Continue your work!" she instructed. Yugi stood.
"Yes, Mr. Muto?"
"Well, speaking hypothetically of course, would you believe me if I said that Seto and I were possessed by the spirit of Japanese Emperors?" asked Yugi, smiling to himself.
/Yugi? Why did you ask such a lie//I only wanted to see if she believed it. Just random I guess./
"Of course, we aren't," said Ryou quickly, taking control again. "We only want to know what you think of the subject!"
"Well," said Umbridge, "I see. I have said it moments ago. Being possessed is impossible!"
"Then what do you call Voldemort being in the back of Quirrel's head? Normal?" asked Harry coldly.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter!" shrieked Umbridge, "I have had ENOUGH of you calling out in class. Now, I understand your question, Mr. Muto, but no one is possessed." She looked at them, smiling, but she didn't seem to believe their entire story.
They're hiding something, that lot…When the bell rang, Harry was the first out the door. His friends had to hurry to catch up to him as he went.
The next class was Care of Magical Creatures. Everyone headed out of the castle and down the slope towards Hagrid's hut.
/Yugi! I sense something in the forest/
/Yami, for all you know, Yami Bakura may just be out to get you//I guess…Just be careful/
The class made a halt at the front door to Hagrid's home.
"Over here!" They all huddled around Hagrid, who was near the forest holding something brown. Something fuzzy.
Something like a Kuriboh.
" This is the firs' one o' its kind I've ever seen! Found it this morning while goin' through the forest! Does anyone know what it is?" Yugi slowly raised his hand.
"That's a Kuriboh!" Yami Yugi took over as the fuzzy fur ball bounced around and began to coo in Seto's face, agitating the young CEO.
"Well, Yugi since you know some about it…" said Hagrid.
"Um…"/Make up a lie/
/But…//Who cares! MAKE SOMETHING UP/
"A Kuriboh is native to…uh…Japan and…"/Don't talk about the items, Yami. Lie! Lie! LIE/
"They are good as cuddly pets," said Yami, feeling strange with making something up at a last ditch effort. "It doesn't really hurt you unless you insult it."
"Does it possess a magical power?" asked Malfoy, bored.
"Well, no."
"Then why the hell do we have to learn about it? Bloody hell, this place is going to the dogs!" stated Malfoy. The Kuriboh left Seto alone, nestled itself in Marik's hair and went to sleep. The whole class laughed.
"No. No powers. Just adorability." The class got around Marik to look at the Kuriboh. Marik took this opportunity to be a nut.
"Ladies, ladies!" said Marik in his most comical voice, "there's enough Marik to go around for all!" The class laughed again. The Japanese students, except Marik, who was still the center of attention, huddled into their own little group.
"Where could a Kuriboh come from?" asked Marik.
"Where else? The Shadow Realm!" said Yami Bakura as-a-matter-of-fact.
"So you let out a Kuriboh?" asked Yugi, "good going!"
"NO STUPID! I didn't let the wretched hairball out of the Shadow Realm!" Sadly the poor puffball heard him and started bouncing angrily on his head!
"OW! OW! OW!"/Yugi, I told you there was a disturbance/
/Yea. A BIG disturbance. A Kuriboh can only do so much damage Yami… hey! The little guy is in your hair/ The bell sounded from the castle. The students rushed to get into the warmth and out of the cool autumn air.
"Well, that was an interesting lesson," said Hermione, "we learned so much! I didn't know Kuriboh came from Japan!" Yugi and Ryou looked at each other, silently praying the other wouldn't say anything. Marik got the message.
"Oh, yes!" he said, "I wonder how it got all the way out here!"
"Who cares!" exclaimed Ryou, "it is cute!"
/It is not cute Ryou. It's a bloody demon/
/You just don't like it because your idea of cute is…uh…/
/Thousands of zombie armies wrecking havoc over the world, ripping bodies apart, tearing the limbs off, eating their living flesh/
Ryou looked sick. /Yes. That. Eww/Later, the group of friends had a double study period in their common room. Harry was working on his potions essay when he looked at his watch.
"Bloody hell! Is that the time? I have to get to my detention! Shoot! I'm going to be late…save me some dinner!" He ran out of Gryffindor Tower. After dodging some students in his hurry, he was stopped by Neville Longbottom.
"Harry!" he called, "do you have the Gryffindor password? I forgot again." Neville was NEVER good at remembering anything.
"It's "Pharaoh's Destiny" Neville."
"THANKS!" He bolted down the hall. Harry shook his head and headed back to Umbridge's office. He knocked on Umbridge's door. There was no response. He knocked again.
"Ah! Potter! You will be spending detention with Professor Shadi this evening. Dolores Umbridge is on an urgent call for the Ministry," said Professor McGonagall, walking swiftly toward him.
"Thanks. Wait, Professor who?"
"Shadi, Potter. He teaches a specific branch of History of Magic called Ancient Magic. The class is down the corridor from the shadows of Professor Snape's office." She led him down the marble staircase and down toward the dungeons. Harry was going farther than he would dare venture. The head of Gryffindor was leading him past the entrance Harry knew to be the Slytherin common room and to an area he didn't even know existed. She opened the nearest classroom door and beckoned him inside.
Harry gaped. The classroom walls looked as if they were carved from stone, all with hieroglyphic markings. Stone tablets taller than Seto times ten lined the front of the room. Pictures of Egyptian Pharaohs and warriors lined the walls. Minerva McGonagall pointed to a room over to the right.
"Your detention will be inside there," she said and knocked on the door. It opened on it's own.
"Come in, Harry Potter." Said a voice at the professor's desk. McGonagall left. Shadi stood. "Ah, I see you have arrived late. No matter. I will not penalize you. Not this time since I am only substituting for your usual teacher. You will write lines, as she has instructed. Dolores Umbridge wants you to write 'I will not tell more lies' until the message "sinks in". However, you may leave at ten. Begin now." He returned to his desk.
Harry sat down at the table next to Professor Shadi's desk. Harry picked up the usual pointy quill and unrolled some parchment. Taking a deep breath, he began to write.
I will not tell more lies. The burning in his hand continued. The old marks bled, now with a new fresh cut from the word 'more'. He continued to write. The pain became more and more intense until it was at the point where he could write no more, despite the fact that it was only eight o' clock. Shadi heard the ceased scratching of the quill and bore his emotionless eyes into Harry's.
"Is something wrong, Potter?"
Harry thought it over quickly and then decided that it was at this time he may be able to get Umbridge removed from the school. He nodded.
"The quill. It's cutting into my hand as I write. Look." He showed his hand to Professor Shadi.
"You are supposed to write on parchment, Not your hand, Mr. Potter."
"Yes, sir, but when I write with Professor Umbridge's quill, the words appear on the parchment in my blood. Because there is no ink. It's my blood and it comes from the words I'm writing being cut into my hand. That's what she means when the message has to sink in."
"Go to Madame Pomfrey," said Shadi standing, his Egyptian robes billowing behind him. "I must speak with the Headmaster about this. If she makes you do detention with that quill again, you must someone know immediately. Is that clear?"
Harry nodded.
"Good. Now go. Your detention is over. Try not to outburst in her class again."
"Yes, sir."
When Harry returned to the common room he expected to see his friends at their usual place by the fire but they weren't there. He looked at his watch. Nine. Guessing at least Ron might be upstairs, he headed into his dormitory.
Set and Yami were comforting Ryou who was sobbing into his pillow. Ron and Hermione were trying to make Ryou stop crying so they all wouldn't drown in his tears.
"What's going on?"
"The Millennium Ring is gone!" cried Ryou in his pillow.
"But how is that possible?" asked Harry. As if on cue, his scar began to burn. Not the usual prickle he would get every now that the, but the pain as if under an Unforgivable.
"AHHH!" He fell to his knees, clutching his accursed mark.
"W-w-w-what (sniffle)is it?" asked Ryou, not looking up from his pillow.
"My scar! It's burning! It's never hurt like this before! Voldemort (Ron shuddered) must be really angry, happy…or really close by." By the time he had gotten back to his feet, something crashed through the window next to Ryou's four poster. It conked the sobbing boy on the head ("Ow!") and landed innocently on the bed next to him. Ryou turned his gaze from his sopping pillow to the cause of the black-and-blue forming under his starch white hair. "RINGY!" Yami Bakura phased out of the Ring.
"Ringy?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow and looking at his "landlord" suspiciously. Ryou looked awfully embarrassed.
"Oh, did I say that out loud?" he looked at the thief.
"What happened to you?"
Yami Bakura went into a pose of mock thought. "Hmm. Let's see. I was thieved."
"But who took you?" asked Hermione.
"I don't know. He didn't get far. He's living with his nightmares now! Hahahahaha!"
"Did he/she take you to anyone?" asked Harry, hoping to figure out who could kidnap a spirit.
"What is this? 20 Questions?"
"Of course not," said Yami quickly.
"You sent the thief who thieved you to the Shadow Realm!" asked Set mortified. Everyone looked at him, expecting him to yell up a storm or pick another fight. "Good job!" Yami Yugi turned to him.
"What?" asked Set looking as innocent as a 5000 year old spirit can get.
Voldemort paces back and forth among his Death Eaters. Where is Wormtail? I called everyone hours ago! How long does it possibly take for one to take something, get off the grounds and apparate away? He turned his angered gaze to Crabbe and Goyle senior.
"You two! I want that Ring and I want it NOW!"
It was around midnight and windy rain was falling and splashing against the windows.
Two sopping figures entered Gryffindor Tower.
As they left, they were one item heavier than they were when they had entered.
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Michelle
PS if you read the chapter and found any lines with a "D" that was a marker for me to add rulers in the preview format before i upload the next chapter. Pay it no mind.