Well, here's chapter 14!

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Chapter 14

Lightning lit the sky as the rain pounded over Voldemort's base. Thunder clapped in the distance and another bolt of lightning eerily lit the cemetary behind the castle (He's not in England anymore, some other country with an abandoned castle). Voldemort paced back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He had called his servants ages ago. They had come and gone, but the ones he was really looking for hadn't arrived yet. He slumped in his chair, by the fire, Nagini at his side.

A loud crack was heard as Nott and Malfoy returned, a struggling Item in his hands.

"What took you?" snapped Voldemort from his chair. He was turned away from the door and it made it seem that the chair was talking.

"My Lord," began Malfoy, "we apologize for the delay, but we have it…again. The Millennium Ring."

"Good. This time it won't get away," said the "chair". "Bring it here…"

"A hand outstretched came from the other side of the chair, and it grasped the Millennium Ring. There was a flash of golden light from both the Millennium Ring and Sword and Yami Bakura stood before them, transparent, but clearly visible.

"How – is this possible!" he stared around, "only a Millennium Item holder can…" his gaze fell onto Voldemort. "Oh, no wonder…it's you. How the hell did you, clearly a wannabe in the realm of evil, get a Millennium Item. Millennium Items are clearly above your evil status. Millennium Items are a 675 out of 10 being the worst, and you rate a negative 64,434,353,535, 0 being the worst."

"That isn't important," snapped Voldemort, ignoring Bakura's entire speech. "What is important is that you help me revive the demon who almost destroyed Egypt 5000 years ago so I can cause all of the destruction I want!"

"NO!" Bakura thundered, the abrupt noise caught Voldemort off guard and he stepped back. A load of rage began to spill out of Bakura and a black aura outlined him.

"First of all, that power doesn't belong to mortals of this world. I am the only one worthy of its power! The Dark Lord Zork will grant his powers of darkness upon me and I will overcome the Pharaoh, not someone like you who only dreams of getting rid of one measly teenager and an old man so you can take over a small group of people!"

The black aura disappeared as there were two loud cracks as Bellatrix and MacNair popped in (literally). Bella held out the Millennium Rod to Voldemort, grinning ear to ear.

Once again, there was the flash of golden light and Set appeared. The first thing he saw was Bakura and advanced onto him.

"What the –" he stared at the thief, "YOU! What have you done this time!" He lifted up the spirit by his transparent collar with his transparent hand.

"Listen to me, Priest, if anyone is to blame here, it isn't me, I did NOTHING! Blame Mr. I-wanna-be-a-bald-psycho-of-no-scariness-whatsoever-and-take-over-the-entire-world-with-powers-that-don't-belong-to-me!" the thief pointed at Voldemort and his death eaters.

"Oh," he said dropping the thief, who just floated.

If they could, both Set and Bakura would have strangled Voldemort by now.

Crabbe and Goyle apparated in, Crabbe holding the Millennium Puzzle. Voldemort cackled with laughter as Yami appeared before the rest of them. Like Set, he also saw Yami Bakura.

"Bakura…" he growled.

"Look Pharaoh, before you and your cousin tear me to shreds – oh, that would be fun! – look the blame at baldy over there with the Millennium Sword because believe it or not, for once I didn't do anything!"

"You had better not be lying to me!"

"He's not," said Voldemort calmly. The three spirits glared daggers at him.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Set and Yami at the same time, glaring daggers at him for interrupting their conversation.

"I am Lord Voldemort. Like you three, I also possess a Millennium Item, except now I have yours as well! Now I need the rest to revive the Dark Lord Zork and cause death and destruction! Muahahaha!"

"NO, NO, NO! I AM THE ONE TO CLAIM THE DARKNESS ZORK POSSESSES, YOU TWIT-BRAINED NINCOMPOOP!" shouted Bakura, "THE ONLY ONE HERE CAPABLE OF LARGE AMOUNTS OF DEATH, DESTRUCTION, AND CHAOS TO LARGE CIVILIZATIONS IS ME, MYSELF, AND I! GOT THAT, BALDY?"

"He's right, you know," said Set, and then thought for a moment. "Now, let's see. How many bottle caps have you stole this past week, thief?" he said teasingly, grinning ear to ear.

"Bottle caps?" snarled Bakura, " I do hope you're joking. I wouldn't waste my time on stupid things like that, that have no meaningful value? I go for the high-scale stuff!"

"Like…"

"Like tombs! Tombs of Pharaohs like you two!"

"Set wasn't a Pharaoh!"

"Yes, I was…"

"Ahem, back to me!" Voldemort interrupted. The three spirits glared daggers at Voldemort.

"YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!" they shouted.

Voldemort gaped and stepped backward.

The spirits continued to bicker. Voldemort narrowed his already narrow eyes and shot streams of shadow magic into the spirits. They looked at him annoyed.

"Now that I have your attention, I can continue. Now that I have five of the items, I can begin my reign of destruction!"

"Actually the only ones able to cause damage around here with the items, are the ones destined to control them," said Bakura. The Death Eaters were amused watching them fight back and forth.

Yami thought for a moment.

Maybe if I can contact Yugi, he can get us help.

/Yugi/

/…/

/Yugi/

/You can't contact him, I've blocked all of your links…contacting your hosts are out of the question along with contacting another spirit's host./

/…but how/

/My Millennium Item of course! Now would you kindly return to present reality so I can continue to bore you with my continuing chatter? Good. Hahahahaha/

(Dream sequence)

"Voldemort is going back to change history," explained Shadi. Yugi, Seto, Ryou, Marik, Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other.

"Huh? What could he possibly do there?" asked Ron.

"There, Mr. Weasley, he might change the course of events. The Pharaoh and his priests wouldn't have stopped Zork the Dark One, Egypt would be off of the map, I wouldn't be here informing you of this and we all wouldn't exist!"

"Oh."

"When the time is right, you six will return to Egypt's past and stop him. In that time, the world will be saved again. The Pharaoh and the other spirits will rest in peace in the afterlife. However, one thing complicates the situation," said Shadi. Ryou gulped nervously.

"W-what?"

"Since the three spirits are within Voldemort's power and he is using the Millennium Sword to substitute for the items he does not hold, the darkness may arise much sooner than expected!"

"How do we fit into all of this?" asked Harry.

"A prophecy was made when Pharaoh Set was murdered on the throne by a tomb-robbing league. It told that he and the Nameless Pharaoh would be reunited in the future to resave the world and foreign allies would have to come change the course of events. While Zork is causing his destruction, it will be you three," he said, at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "to block the attacks by Voldemort."

(end dream sequence)

Voldemort sighed. This turbaned fool thinks he can send the reincarnated and Potter's playgroup to stop me? I think not!

"MALFOY! CRABBE! GOYLE!"

There was no response, as usual.

"Will you three get your lazy rears in here?"

After a few minutes, the three made their way inside, bowing before Voldemort. Crabbe had white powder all over his face. Malfoy shook his head in embarrassment.

"Crabbe," Voldemort began slowly, "what is all over your face? Crucio!"

When the curse was lifted, Crabbe immediately wiped the powder from his hidden donut with his sleeve, looking very ashamed of himself.

"Yes, sir?" asked Malfoy.

"I am going to give you an assignment. A complicated task that may be too difficult for your miniscule brains. It may be so terrible that you keel over with excitement, choke on your happiness and die; that would be great actually…no matter, can you handle it?"

After a short pause, "Master," began Goyle, "you didn't tell us what it was!"

"SILENCE! I want you…"

The death eaters leaned in.

"…to… "

They leaned in farther…

"Clear the dungeon torture chambers downstairs and make it extremely spooky!" Voldemort said proudly. Malfoy looked at Crabbe, confused with these orders.

"You want us to make the torture chamber...?"

"Yes! Make it nice and scary! If you need to, kill off your companions and leave their partially decomposed and gory bodies lying around against the walls!"

The death eaters looked at each other and Voldemort faked a sad look, "I knew you wouldn't be able to do it," he sighed.

"No! No, sir, may we ask why?"

"I've sent out a troop to capture the item holders, or should I say the "old" item holders, and I need someplace creepy to stick them in while I decide my next evil plan of doom! Now go and leave me to my evilness!"

Harry woke up, drenched in cold sweat, sitting up in bed tangled in his sheets. He had been once again in Voldemort's mind, looking through his eyes. If Voldemort has the spirits, he's going to come after Yugi and the others next! I have to warn them! Harry clambered out of bed and out his bedroom door.

Now, if I were Seto, where would I be? Harry fled downstairs to the office doors, but found them locked. Harry bit his lip, he had thought this the most obvious spot for the CEO to go, unless he was in bed. Suddenly, the smell of coffee got his attention, taking him to the kitchen. Roland was inside, pouring himself a steaming cup and looking at his PDA thingy. When the kitchen door opened, he jerked his head up.

"Oh, hello. What are you doing up?" asked the bodyguard, then chuckled, "almost thought you were Mr. Kaiba."

"Oh," said Harry, "I thought he was in here…"

"No, after the fiasco earlier tonight, he went to bed after taking a sleeping pill."

"Sleeping pill?"

"He hasn't much rest lately."

"Well, I needed to talk to him, it's…err…important…"

Roland thought for a minute, "how important?"

"Erm…really…privately important." Harry wasn't sure how much Seto's security knew about the Millennium Items and didn't want to spill too much.

"If it means that much to you," sighed Roland, "I suppose there is one way to do it…but it'll take bribery. In that cabinet over there, yes that one," he instructed, " there's a really big chocolate bunny…yes, there it is," he said as Harry pulled it out of the drawer, "to Mokuba's room!"

Before Harry knew it, he was beside Mokuba's bed as Roland shook him awake.

"…huh?" Mokuba yawned sleepily, as he turned on his bedside lamp.

"Okay Mokuba, here's the scoop," said Roland, a serious look on his face. "We need to talk to Mr. Kaiba – and…"

"Why?"

"That's Harry's business," said Roland curtly, "would you wake up your brother?"

"Absolutely not!" exclaimed Mokuba.

"Shh," Roland ordered, "why?"

"He needs this rest! You know he hasn't slept well lately and I don't want him to go down one day from exhaustion! No, no, n – hey! Is that chocolate?"

"It's all yours if you get him up," said Roland.

"Deal, candy first!" Mokuba made a grab, but Harry held it out of his reach.

"Please, Mokuba."

"Ok, ok!" he scrambled out of bed and down the hall. Roland took out a set of master keys and unlocked the door.

"Why does he keep it locked?" he muttered to himself.

"To keep me out when he wants to sleep," answered Mokuba, "although you already know that." He whispered into Harry's ear, "Last Christmas, I woke up everyone in the house…tee hee!" When the door opened, the youngest Kaiba turned on the nearest light, dimming the lights with the dimmer switch.

Roland turned and left, heading to the security office at the other end of the hall. Harry nearly stepped on a Blue Eyes plushie.

"Mokuba," he whispered, pointing at the plush.

"Hey! That's where I left it yesterday! Well, this is going to be fun!" Mokuba pulled out a small CD player and set it up next to the CEO's bed.

"This is only for extreme emergencies," he informed Harry, "no one can sleep with this person talking! Now, I need track seven…"

"What's track seven?"

"You'll see…" he snickered. "Volume at the max, which isn't too loud, stupid player, aaaand play!"

Nothing happened.

Roland then strolled back into the room, smirking, "if it ruins your fun any more, Mokuba, your brother removed the batteries."

"Are you serious?"

"Very."

"Poo to him! Then how am I going to play the most annoying friendship speeches by Tea and Pegasus's annoying voice?" Mokuba pouted, and sat on the edge of the bed. Harry couldn't see Seto's outline in the dark mass of blankets.

"Um, Mokuba?"

"Hn?"

"Is he even in the bed?"

"Well, now that you mention it…"

"Mokuba, go to bed," said Seto, sleepily, somewhere in the sheets.

"Harry needs to talk to you…" said Mokuba.

"Take the CD player with Pegasus's annoying voice off my table, go to bed, and you can have the batteries back in the morning."

"Promise?"

"Uh huh, and don't eat your bribery candy 'till tomorrow or you can kiss your membership to PlushWeekly good-bye" said the sleepy voice in the bed.

Mokuba zoomed out the door, chocolate and CD player in handas Seto pulled back the sheets and got up.

"What is it, Harry?" he yawned, "stupid pills don't work," he added, muttering.

"I had a vision a little bit ago," Seto raised an eyebrow, "well, sort of. Sometimes in my sleep, I seem to enter Voldemort's mind and I see things through his point of view, as if I was actually there, saying the things he was saying. Tonight, "I" seemed to be plotting something, some kind of destruction, except he had the Millennium Items. He had the Puzzle, Rod, Ring, and two others. Voldemort wanted the item holders, you, Yugi, Ryou, to make his plan work, but there was something else, I just can't remember…"

"Rewind, the Rod? Impossible! The Rod is with Set! Speaking of, where is he, anyway?"

"…you don't know?" Harry gulped. "Where did you have it last?"

Seto thought for a moment. "Hmm, well earlier it was on my desk, but then the motion sensors went off outside and Set and I ran out of the room, so unless the Priest grabbed it on the way out, it should still be there."

"…it's not here," muttered Seto.

"What's that?" Harry pointed to the floor where lay the shattered pieces of the wireless mouse.

"Someone must have been in a hurry," he muttered, "oh well. I hated this mouse. Time to get a new one."

"Do you think Set has it?"

"There's only one way to find out…" Seto pulled a chair over to the corner of the room and removed the security camera from it's place on the ceiling and plugged a cable into it and his laptop.

(Camera viewing)

Set was in the office with Seto playing on Mokuba's abandoned Game Boy while Seto was on his laptop working.

"How do you make Mario jump?"

"A."

"…I knew that."

"Aren't you worried about what you saw outside? Weren't they Voldemort's servants?" asked Set, putting down the game.

"Yes, but they can't get in. The outside of the house is completely magic-proof and it's impossible to apparate onto or into the house. It would have to be on the ground, and then the alarms would go off. You would have heard it, and besides, the beams along the grounds are powerful enough to kill someone, besides slice off the top of one's foot."

Then the sirens went off.

"Like that?"

"What the –" Seto rose from his seat behind the desk. "C'mon!" They both rushed from the room, the Millennium Rod lay forgotten on the desk. MacNair and Bella rushed into the office, and threw off their invisibility cloaks.

"There it is!" Bella grabbed it as the office door's lock clicked, knocking the laptop's wireless mouse onto the floor.

"S—t!" cursed MacNair. The door was locked.

"The window!" they wrenched the window open, and climbing out. While MacNair was getting out, the window closed onto his fingers.

"OUCH!"

(End of camera viewing)

"Well, that explains where Set went. Voldemort has him," said Seto, inspecting the window where MacNair nearly cut his fingers off. The pane was crooked and various red marks were on the sill. "Harry, if we're going to get the millennium items back, stop Voldemort and get out of this insanity alive and sane, you have to remember the last part of your dream!"

Harry bit his lip. The last part of the dream could have been the most important part, and if Voldemort learns how to use the Millennium Items, that can't be good!

The sun was already overhead, after futile attempts to get back to sleep. Finally, Harry just gave up and went to take a shower. He later left his room, and noticed for the first time he was there, the security office was open. Mokuba streaked past him in the hall and ran inside, plowing into his brother, who was standing over Roland, looking at various TV screens.

"Seto! Yugi and Ryou are downstairs!"

"Is Yugi wearing the Puzzle?" asked Harry.

"I didn't see it," said Mokuba, thinking back, "that's odd."

"What time is it, anyway?"

"10 am." Yugi and Ryou traveled up the stairs.

"Hey guys," said Mokuba, then out of the blue, "woa! Only one day till Christmas!"

"Besides the point, Mokuba," said Yugi, "Seto, where's Set? I hope your answers aren't the same as ours…"

"He's gone."

"I knew it," said Ryou, sadly. "The items are gone too."

"Harry's guess is that Voldemort has them," said Seto.

Harry's eyes suddenly lit up. "THAT'S IT!"

"What's it?" asked Ryou.

"This is really important, Mokuba. Can you get Hermione for me?"

"Yes, sir!" Harry watched Mokuba's mop of hair disappear around the corner. "We have to contact Ron."

"Merry Christmas, Ronnie!" teased Fred and George as they gave Ron their present, which turned out to be…

"Guys," Ron sounded extremely disgusted and disappointed, "I already have enough maroon sweaters to last thirty years, and I don't need another! Besides, it's not even Christmas yet!"

"We know," said Fred, "but since you love them so much,"

"We decided to get you another, before the big day!" finished George.

"C'mon put it on!" teased Fred.

"Must I?"

"Yes, or we'll feel hurt," said George.

"Well, be upset, I'm not putting that bloody thing on!"

"Besides, if you don't put it on," threatened Fred, "we will."

"Go on then!" Ron thrust the sweater at George, "I don't want it!"

The other twin shrugged, "alright then Ronnie, you got a deal." The twins jammed the maroon sweater over Ron's head. The youngest male Weasley ripped it off, his flaming hair a static mess, "what was that for!"

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!" they cheered and did a victory dance around the room.

Random flashes of light could be seen outside and the twins ended their dance.

"What was that?" asked Ginny, moving to the window.

Several screams traveled through the wind, not too far off in the distance.

"Hmmm," Arthur Weasley scratched his head, "I wonder…"

As though to answer all questions, a voice in the distance shouted, "MOSRMORDE!"

"T-t-the Mark!" stuttered Mrs. Weasley "You-Know-Who's sign!"

"Ginny! Ron! Use the fireplace and go straight to Hogwarts!" ordered Mr. Weasley. Charlie sighed, "I guess Romania is out for Christmas…"he muttered.

"Warn Dumbledore," called Mrs. Weasley as she, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George left Charlie's house to investigate.

"C'mon Ginny," said Ron at the fireplace.

Fred and George then came back inside, looking quite angry.

"Mum wants us to go with you," Fred muttered, "she must think that we're too dimwitted to fight an idiot in a mask, or that you two are too young to floo alone."

Ron rolled his eyes.

Harry finished telling his story.

"So Voldemort is after you because of your connections to the past?" asked Hermione, trying to figure out all of the information she had taken in.

"I guess so," said Yugi.

"Harry, how do you know Voldemort isn't trying to trick you again, like he did with…with Sirius…" said Hermione, "what if we do something now and maybe a month down the road, we all fall into a trap we can't get out of, or worse."

"Well," said Harry, "this was different. I wasn't Voldemort or anything, I saw us talking with Professor Shadi about something in the future. It was all so strange!"

Roland came into the room, "Sir, there is a…um…"

"Yea, very descriptive Roland, you get an A, now spill it out." Said Seto.

"There is a cat on the front steps."

"There is a cat on the front steps, and…?"

"It won't leave…"

"Are you scared of a cat!" Mokuba snickered, "I wanna see it!"

Mokuba dashed to the front door and opened it. A gray tabby with markings around its eyes purred and rubbed against Mokuba's leg.

"Aww," Mokuba picked it up and brought it inside. "Isn't it cute?"

Hermione and Harry grinned.

"Mokuba, that's not a cat. Put her down."

"Looks like a cat to me!" protested Mokuba, "looks feline."

"That's Professor McGonagall!"

"No, that's a cat!"

The cat attempted to bite Mokuba's finger.

"HEY!" Mokuba placed the cat on the floor. Within two seconds, Professor McGonagall stood where the cat had vanished. Mokuba's eyes grew twice their size.

"Little boy, I suggest you hold cats in a more comfortable position, or one day, one just might bite you..."

"…it wasn't a cat!"

"You all must return to Hogwarts immediately," said the professor turning to the rest of the gang, "the Weasleys had just arrived from a Death Eater attack only minutes ago. Apparently he has found new targets, you all. It is for your safety that you return to the school. Get any last minute school-things that must go with you and I will wait for you here."

"Wait, Seto!" called Mokuba, "if those bad guys are looking for you, they might come here! What about me?"

Mokuba moved onto Professor McGonagall, putting the scared puppy eyes into full effect. "Can I go with Seto? Pleeeeaaaaase?"

"I suppose, but hurry!" Mokuba skipped up the stairs and out of sight. About twenty minutes later, they were all gathered in the living room.

"A connection has been set up by Professor Dumbledore for this one trip, and once only. Do you have everything?"

Everyone nodded. One by one, they entered the unlit fireplace, heading back to school.

Harry made sure his glasses were securely tucked away as he and his trunk beside him hurled through the grates to Hogwarts. It was defiantly not his favorite way to travel.

Three hooded figures silently treaded through the cold house to Voldemort's chambers; the only warm room in the place with a warm fire going. Nagini was curled on her rug and Voldemort was playing a mindless game on his laptop tat the only thing you had to do was shoot people and level up your warriors so you can kill harder people. Quite a Voldemort-ish game.

Without looking up, he could sense the arrival of three Death Eaters.

"The holders are at Hogwarts. Wormtail has gone to plant random portkeys around the Gryffindor tower. After the third "guest" arrives, whenever that is…deactivate them. In the meantime, when one arrives, use no magic, put them in the room at the end of the basement. Now leave me! I'm busy!"

The Death Eaters bowed and left the room.

The group tumbled out of the fire in Shadi's office.

Ron was sitting in a comfortable chair.

"Well, I guess we're spending the holidays together after all!"

Professor McGonagall gave him an annoyed look.

"The situation has become more serious than before," said Shadi. "With the other Millennium Items at his disposal, Voldemort (Ron flinched) can use his power to travel back in time and re-write history."

Yugi looked out the window. Dark clouds were forming, signaling a storm.

"Without the Pharaoh, we have no way to go back and stop him," continued Shadi.

"So what do we do?"

"The only thing to do," said Dumbledore, and Harry just realized he was there, "sadly, would be for him to capture one of you, and then we can pinpoint his location and send Aurors after him. Hopefully, through the distraction, we can retake the Millennium Items."

"That seems really risky…" said Ron.

"It is the only way…" said Shadi. "The only way to go back in time is for Voldemort to have the items and the item holders. An attack will most likely happen."

"Is there any other way?" asked Hermione.

"Not yet, until then, be extremely cautious."

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