Chapter 22! Once again, I don't own YuGiOh or Harry Potter!

Chapter 22:

By the time dinner rolled around, the owls had returned, but Dumbledore did not. This time, twice as many owls flew in, many of them holding The Evening Prophet, and black envelopes. The paper landed in front of Hermione and she read the headline, a story that used up the entire edition.

MASSACRE AMONG WORLD

Early this afternoon came the largest Death Eater gathering ever recorded. Attacks rocked China, the United States – New York City, Chicago, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Sacramento, Boston, Richmond, New Orleans, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Salt Lake City, Las Vegas, Trenton, Pittsburgh, Orlando, Miami, Denver, Jackson (New Jersey), Albuquerque, Phoenix, Honolulu, Staten Island, Seattle; France, Brazil, Russia, Korea, Vietnam, Austria, Hungary, Ireland, Germany, India, Kenya, Mexico, Canada, Iceland, Denmark, Taiwan, Australia, New Zealand, Pakistan, Romania, and England. A lone massacre struck the heart of muggle London, leaving hundreds dead, none wounded. The Ministry of Magic is doing everything possible to aid those who lost loved ones, says Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet reporter.

The story went on and on about the damage caused by the attacks. Soon, a gazillion owls entered the Great Hall, flying toward faculty and students. A gray barn owl dropped a black enveloped letter on Hermione's plate.

"Oh no," she whispered, and removed the seal with a trembling hand.

Dearest Hermione,

I am very sorry to say that in the world massacres, your mother, father, and grandparents on your mother's side were killed. We offer our deepest apologies for your lost loved ones, and would do anything to try and fill the emptiness in your heart.

Uncle Nate

Hermione's eyes filled with tears and broke out into Seto, who pulled her close.

"Oh, Hermione," said Natasha, "I'm so sorry!"

Hermione made some type of nod, while crying into Seto's robes. Harry looked around the Hall. Many students were doing the same as Hermione, getting letters of lost family and friends. Luna Lovegood of Ravenclaw was comforting the Patil twins, who were crying over a pair of death notices. Hannah Abbot and Ernie Macmillion were trying to make Justin Finch-Fletchy feel better as he read a letter of his own. Professor McGonagall stood and addressed the hall.

"May I have your attention please? Thos effected by the recent events may report to the Hospital Wing for a soothing solution. Madame Pomfrey and Professor Sprout will administer it."

"Come on, 'Mione," he said, getting up, and taking off his drenched cloak, and she gave a sniffled nod and they left up the marble staircase, following and followed by many other students in the school. Ron looked at the Slytherin table. "Look at them," he hissed to the rest of his friends, "none of them got notices, as if their parents and family were too good to be killed, while the rest of us suffer!"

"Ron!" Yugi also looked toward the Slytherin table. Only a few students out of the entire house had gotten a letter and the ones that did weren't Malfoy-friendly.

"Attention," called McGonagall, "I have word from the Ministry that all of the victims have been identified and there are no more owls entering the school at this time. Classes for tomorrow and the remainder of today will be cancelled. Would everyone please report to their dormitories."

Harry headed up the stairs with the rest of the school ('xept the Slytherins) and could have sworn he saw Malfoy head up the stairs as well.

I must be dreaming! Malfoy isn't here, he was expelled and wanted by the law. He can't be here and I just am seeing things. Despite the unbelievable situation, he was beginning to doubt that Malfoy wasn't in the school.

"J-just like that…gone," sniffed Hermione, "and I'll never see them again!" Her eyes glistened with tears again, but none came out.

"Shh," Seto soothed her, "there's nothing you could have done about it…"

"I miss them so much," she said, hugging him, "I wish I could see them again."

Hermione received her soothing solution and they headed back to Gryffindor Tower.

On the way back, Seto suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" asked Hermione, concerned. The soothing solution had ended her sobbing state and had calmed her down, and the tears stopped gushing out.

"I could have sworn I saw…Malfoy…hey. You head to the common room and tell the gang where I went." Seto ran down the hall and disappeared from sight.

Seto heard the door to the boy's room click shut. After waiting a few seconds, he entered as well, feeling his wand in the pocket of his pants. He stalled for time by playing with his bandages, and to his delight, the bandages were clean. The cut, more like the words etched into his flesh didn't open up for more than a day, making a record. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the bathroom stalls open, and a familiar blonde exit. Seto whirled around, grabbing his wand,but then imediatley ducked to avoid a blast from Malfoy's wand.

"Reducto!" The sinknext to Seto exploded, causing water to flood the floors. Oh, Filch is going to have a FIELD daywith this! thought Seto as he aimed his wand for the bathroom door, Malfoy was trying toescape.

"Colloportus!"The door clicked shut, and Seto sent a few more spells toward Malfoy, making the blonde turn from unlocking the door to battle Seto.

"Impedimenta!" Malfoy and Seto shouted at the same time. Both spells collided, doing no damage. When the jets of light cleared, Seto had barely enough time to duck a wave of red light.

"Give it up, Kaiba, only one of us is coming out of here alive."

"Yea," Seto shot another spell, "and you won't be!"While dodging a spell,Malfoy shot another spell.

"Impedimenta!" Seto was thrown against the wall, landing on the ground with a dull thud. "Accio Wand!" The CEO's wand flew from the wet tiled floor and into the -ex-Slytherin's hand. Seto got to his feet, water still gushing from the broken sink pipes.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Seto fell over, stiff as a board, hitting the floor with a loud 'splash!'. He then stood over Seto's frozen form, twirling Seto's wand in his fingers, smirking triumphantly. "Fool, you fell into my trap; I wanted you to come in here, and now you're out of my hair. You got in my way once, but not again, Kaiba." Taking care to trample Seto's already bandaged hand, he only stopped when there was a sickening 'crack!', " But don't worry. I'll make good use of Granger. After all, you promised to protect her!" In a spot where Seto could see, he plucked a strand of hair from Seto's head (now all Seto fans led by myself, are holding various torching devices and are chasing Malfoy in ferret form), dropped it into a goblet of some potion and drank. After a minute, his appearace changed and he then looked like Seto Kaiba. (Ohhh, Polyjuice Potion alert!)

"You'll love this, Kaiba," smirked Malfoy, kneeling over the drain in the floor. He waved his wand, muttering a few words under his breath, and the drain became blocked by a giant drain stopper. Instead of the water going down the drain, it remained in the bathroom. He then used the reducto curse to blow up the rest of the sinks, snapping the pipelines on each one. Malfoy pushed Seto intothe last stall in the room, closing the stall door and exiting the bathroom, the water continuing to pour from the pipes. Thenwith a flick of his wand, locked the door. Seto lay, frozen as a block of wood, blood trickling through the loose bandages on Seto's now broken hand, while the flood kept on coming.

Hermione sat on the couch in the common room. "He said he saw Malfoy and ran off."

"I thought I saw him too, before heading up here," said Harry.

"Harry! The map!" exclaimed Ron, "it'll show where anyone is in the castle!" Harry disappeared up the boys stairs and returned later with the Marauder's Map.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The map began to show the halls of the school and the students within it.

"Wicked. Where can I find one of those?" asked Bakura, evilly.

"You can't. There's only one."

Bakura pouted.

"Look! Seto's there, in the boy's bathroom," pointed Marik, "but Malfoy is on this floor!"

"I thought you said that Seto was tailing Malfoy," asked Harry, looking at Hermione.

"Maybe he had to fix his hand or something," guessed Ryou, "it has been acting up lately."

"I guess…but any case, we have to stop Malfoy now, before he hurts someone. He's going to pass the entrance here in a minute, so we can catch him soon!"

Harry, Pharaoh, and Set left the common room. They didn't see Malfoy pass, but Seto.

"Seto!" exclaimed Set, I thought you were in the bathroom two floors up!"

Malfoy shook his head, and spoke, remembering he sounded like and looked like Seto. "No, I was chasing sludge-boy. Did you see him?"

Harry shook his head. "No, I thought you were him at first, but I guess not."

"He must have gotten away then…when I get my hands on him…" It was awfully strange to be acting like his enemy. "I'm going to check the next hall, see if he was around." Malfoy turned to leave when Ryou ran up to the Pharaoh. "Yami! Harry! Set, we found Malfoy and he's – oh! Seto, I thought…hey! Where are you going?"

"To find Malfoy!" Malfoy called over his shoulder as he left the corridor. Hermione then rushed out of the common room.

"Harry! Malfoy was standing right here a second ago and you let him leave?" she was holding the map in her hands.

"What? No, that was Seto."

"Seto's still in the bathroom on the tenth floor. That was Malfoy!" Harry and Yami looked at Set and Hermione and they all dashed down the hall.

Malfoy entered Professor Umbridge's office.

"Did you complete your mission?" she asked, looking at him, sternly.

"Sort of… you do know I'm Draco, right?" he asked, sounding like Seto still. Umbridge nodded. "What do you mean, sort of."

"I didn't kill the mudblood like my father ordered, but I got Kaiba out of my hair for a while."

"How'd you manage that?"

"I led him into an out-of-order boys' bathroom on the tenth floor. Gave him the complete body-bind. He's frozen in a locked stall. For now, everyone thinks I'm him. Well, I have to go, and when I finally complete the mission part 1, I'll report back."

He left the office as he heard Harry and Yami's voices.

"Harry! You and Set go around and block him off!"

"He's outside Umbridge's office!"

Yami and Hermione rounded the corner and stopped short of Malfoy. Yami raised his wand. "Alright, Kaiba, who are you really?" Malfoy faked being in pain and dropped to his knees, clutching his hand, bandages still tightly wrapped around it. He made a face of pain, "Argh!" His wand, otherwise known as Seto's wand, hidden behind his back, tapped his hand, turning the bandages red. Just a few steps closer, he thought.

"Are you sure that's Malfoy?" asked Hermione, taking a step closer. Yami also moved closer, but an extra pace, putting himself in front of Hermione, just in case. Malfoy looked up, his face contorted in false pain.

"That's not Malfoy!" Hermione cried out, and she took another step closer to Malfoy, "look at the cut on his hand, that's Seto!" Malfoy lashed out at her, knocking her to the ground, one arm holding her throat, and the other with Seto's wand pointed at Yami.

"Don't take another step, Pharaoh. Or Granger hits the dust."

"What did you do with the real Seto Kaiba?" demanded the Pharaoh, but Malfoy didn't say a word. Instead, he began squeezing Hermione's throat with all of his might.

Hermione grabbed Malfoy's wrist and tried to pull his hand off her windpipe, but it wasn't working. He had Seto's appearance, voice, and apparently, his grip, which wasn't a weak grip. Her vision began fading in and out, and was unable to breathe until someone rammed into Malfoy, knocking him off of her. Yami ran over to her.

"Hermione! Are you alright?" She massaged her neck, breathing heavily. "I think so." He helped her into a sitting position.

Set and Harry had both tackled Malfoy. Set grabbed Seto's wand and chucked it at the Pharaoh. "Cousin! Catch!"

"What is going on here?" exclaimed Professor McGonagall, exiting her office down the hall. "Potter! Get off Kaiba immediately!"

"Professor!" cried out Hermione, breathing heavily, "that's Malfoy! He attacked me again!"

Harry pinned Malfoy against the wall. "What did you do with Seto?" Malfoy spat in Harry's face. "Sod off, Potter!" He kicked Harry in the stomach, his appearance returning to normal. He no longer looked like Seto, and then, with his own wand, a new one after his old was snapped, seemed to vanish into thin air.

Harry knelt on the ground for a moment and rushed to Hermione "are you alright?"

She nodded, "fine."

Set, can I have the map?" Harry skimmed the map, noticing Seto hadn't left the bathroom. "He's on the tenth floor!"

"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy attacked you again?" McGonagall asked, as she had originally seen Set and Harry pin down Seto( really Malfoy), Seto lash at Harry, turn into Malfoy and disapear.

"He was choking me, but Harry and Set knocked him off of me. He didn't hurt me too much."

Set was already heading up the stairs to the tenth floor. Everything here seems so familiar. These events are so familiar to me!

-Flashback- (The flashbacks come from chapter 4 and 5 of Dawn of the Duel)

Atemu was with Shimon more often, learning his lessons when a servant ran through the Palace screaming like a Banshee, making everyone stop their daily activities.

"My Prince, you must come quickly! Pharaoh Akunumkanon is ill!" It wasn't long before all of the Priests and Atemu were at Akunumkanon's chambers.

"Father, are you ill?"

"Ill? Me? HA!" Akunumkanon said vibrantly, then coughed.

"I take that as a 'yes, you are." Shimon stated. Karim entered the chamber with a goblet of sage. He was blending them together and handed the golden cup to his ruler.

"This potion will heal you, my Pharaoh. The herbs contain healing abilities."

"Well, it is soothing. Thank you Karim."

Karim kept giving Akunumkanon the same potion. Unlike the first, however, the potions had unknown effects. The Pharaoh was getting weaker and weaker and no one could figure out why. Karim went over his book of potions and double checked his ingredients. Everything was correct. I must go collect some other herbs… "Set! Watch over this concoction for me! I must see to the Pharaoh!"

"Of course, Karim. Do hasten and figure out the problem with our King." Karim hurried off. Set took a look at the spell book. There were recipes for all different types of potions. Bored, he flipped through the papyrus pages, marking the current page.

Set stopped at a certain page. It had the same ingredients as the antidote Karim was trying to produce, except there was one other item needed. The symptoms and side effects were identical.

This is it! The cause of Pharaoh's inexplicable illness! Someone is poisoning our King!

There was a shuffle at the door. Believing it to be Karim, Set turned to tell him of this discovery. He saw a glimpse of an old man with a golden eye…Akunadin? What the –… before something large and heavy collided with the back of his head. Set plummeted to the ground in a heap with a loud thud.

I am so sorry, my son. It's for the better of your future… Akunadin thought as he watched his guard strike the High Priest. Akunadin sighed. "Take our High Priest to the dungeons."

"Why, sir?" asked the guard, "it seems…shall I say, unwise."

"Set was trying to murder the Pharaoh," lied Akunadin, "see, the page in that book he was looking of told of a poison. Have another help you carry him down, and don't be seen. Leave the Millennium Item here."

"Yes, sir." The guard fetched another and they carried Set away. Akunadin got to work. He took the potion Karim was working on, along with the book of spells and couple of other bottles. Before leaving, he knocked things over, broke bottles, and deliberately made it look as if a struggle took place. He hurried out, making sure the Millennium Rod was in the center of the room on the floor.

(now, this section is in chapter 5 of Dawn of the Duel, if you need to read the entire chapter to figure out what's going on. So no one is confused, Shinhep is a made up character that owned the Millennium Rod before handing it down to Set.)

"My Pharaoh," said Shada, "this prison complex has areas only you are authorized to enter. They are this way." He led his King down the halls and past a door. They passed cells of criminals. Some stared back hungrily. A few whistled at Isis, but she ignored them and moved on. After the last cell, there was a door, partially ajar. It was another hall. There were no torches and it was very dark. Shinhep nearly collided with a cell door and almost had bar imprints along his face.

"Nice way to stop yourself, Shinhep," said Mahado, rolling his eyes.

"This area is restricted to you, my King," said Shada, "the most dangerous criminals and murderers are here. Though none are now…"

"Something is in that cell…" said Mahado, "seeing a glint of something shine near the ground. Isis stepped forward and shook the door. It was unlocked. Mahado opened it and Isis hurried inside just as someone in the cell stood up. There was a bright light and a small sound of glass shattering and all was silent again. Atemu and the other priests stood outside the cell.

"Isis, what are you doing? There's no one there? Whoever it was left through some type of magic!" exclaimed Shinhep.

"There is broken glass here…"she muttered, walking around the cell. She saw the glint of light reflecting off as Mahado had. She bent toward the glint. It was a golden ankh across something blue. She felt the ground and found a hand.

"Shada! Go get a torch!"

"Yes, right away!" He ran off down the hall. When he returned, he shone it into the cell. Isis was kneeled on the ground, Set's hand in hers.

"Shada! Scan his mind. What is wrong?" Shada stepped into the cell and put the torch into a bracket on the stone wall. Using the Millennium Ankh, he placed the tip of the item on Set's head. Shada closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them. He was subconsciously in Set's mind. After a minute or two of searching, Shada left the Priest's mind.

"Well?" demanded Atemu.

"He is alive, my Pharaoh. However most of the attack has been erased from his mind and has been replaced. His Ka blocked me from going further.

"He is alive, my Pharaoh! We should return to the Palace."

-End Flashback-

They reached the boys' restroom, but the door was locked. Gushing sounds were heard on the other side of the door.

"Alohomora!" Professor McGonagall waved her wand and the lock clicked. Tons of water gushed right out the door, and they entered after a moment. The bathroom was empty, but there was a partially washed up blood trail leading to a stall on the other end of the lavatory.

"Seto!" called Yami, his voice echoing off the walls.

"Here!" Set pointed to the blood trail and part of a ripped bandage. Harry immediately began pounding on the stall doors, until the last one, unlike the others, did not open.

"Alohomora!" said Professor McGonagall once more, and the bar on the opposing side of the door shifted. It wouldn't open, however, as something was blocking it, so the Professor vanished the door.

"Seto!" shrieked Hermione, sinking to her knees. Set and Yami pulled him out, and McGonagall raised her wand once more.

"Finite Incantatem!"

No longer under the effects of the Body-Bind, Seto closed his eyes in pain, his robes and hair drenched from the ongoing waterflow. "Set…?"

"Yes, Seto, are you alright?"

"GET OFF MY HAND!"

Set looked down and immediately removed his foot. Seto's hand looked like a mutilated bloody mess.

"Up you get, we have to get you to the hospital."

Yami helped Seto stand. He looked around, "S—t, Malfoy took my wand." He shivered, soggy from head to toe.

"No, I have it," Set took the stick from his pocket and gave it to his other half, who threw it into his robes.

"Thanks," he muttered.

"Mr. Kaiba, what is that?" McGonagall pointed to the 'I will respect my teachers' that was visible, whitish letters outlined from the blood.

"Detentions…" Seto gasped, clutching his hand.

"Detentions?"

"With Umbridge."

"He made her write lines," explained Harry, "she has this quill that needs no ink, and when you write, the words appear onto your hand in your blood."

"How long did she make you do this?" asked McGonagall, revolted that a teacher used this kind of punishment.

"We had argued that night and the following class, and she was through with me, she gave me detention. I was there from dinner to three that night, and she wouldn't let me leave until there was a good cut in me. Apparently she was unsatisfied by my new 'tattoo' that she made me come back everyday at the same time, leaving the same time for a month."

"A MONTH?"

"I cut into myself so much, I must have hit a blood vessel or a bone…or both. After that last night, the wounds would open up at random points."

Flashback

After his final detention, Seto returned to the common room, nearing five in the morning. With only three and a half hours until his first class of the day, he trudged past the essence of murtlap that his friends had left for his hand and headed upstairs to bed. Without bothering to change, he collapsed into his four-poster and fell asleep instantly.

The next morning, Seto was shaken awake. He squinted his eyes open at Yugi, worry plastered over the face of the King of Games.

"What?"

"Your hand…" Yugi pointed to the floor. Seto's hand hung limply over the side of the bed, and the cuts had opened over the three hours he was sleeping. Blood trickled from the words, down his fingers, and into a small puddle on the floor.

"S—t," muttered Seto, "what's our first class? Is it Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Yep," said Yugi, " and in our last class, the witch stopped me on the way out and said that you have the rest of the years worth of detentions unless you return to class."

"That b----," muttered Seto. Grasping for his wand, he conjured a roll of bandages and wrapped the entire roll around his hand. "There…Scourgify!" The puddle disappeared and Seto changed into new robes for another day of classes, only this time, he would get a good night sleep.

End Flashback

"Professor Dumbledore and I will have a chat with Professor Umbridge, now you need medical help."

"YOU AGAIN?" exclaimed Madame Pomfrey as they entered the hospital. "You have been in here more times than Potter, and he's been here six years!"

"Hey!"

She sighed, "what happened? Look at you! Were you swimming in the lake?"

"Could have fooled us. Someone locked him in a bathroom, wandless, while flooding the room with broken pipes," explained Professor McGonagall.

"And your hand, boy, it looks -"

"Broken," Seto wheezed out, and he thought the pain was so strong, cutting the entire hand off would be better than healing it.

"Alright, healed," said Madame Pomfrey tapping her wand at the wound. The bonesfixed themselves, and the excess blood disapeared. Then she saw the words. "Blood quills? Who's using blood quills, Minerva?"

"Dolores, a form of detention."

"Can't you get rid of that woman?"

"Well, I can't fix blood quill cuts. The scars will fade…eventually."

"It keeps cutting open, Poppy."

"Does it? Hmm, odd. Blood quill scars never reopenafterwards, unless the quill was tampered with, but who would do that? The blood quill alone is enough. How long were you writing, Kaiba?"

"Month."

"A MONTH? Minerva, shoo that woman out. That isn't detention, it's torture! You don't need her for Defense Against the Dark Arts! What do you learn in that class, Potter?"

"That Seto's really good at getting on Umbridge's nerves."

"Really, Potter!"

"Well, it's true. Um, nothing. Just how to read."

"Good. Get rid of that woman!"

"Get rid of who?" asked Dolores Umbridge as she entered the ward. Hermione had a snaeky suspicion that she had been outside the entire time.

"You!" shouted Seto, and Yami and Set looked at each other and then stood in frontof Seto, in case they had to hold him back from doing something very foolish.

"Mr. Kaiba, I may have to give you detention for disrespect to a teacher. And due to the new decree by the Ministry, any student receiving a detention, must go to it. Now, watch your tongue, young man, before you get another."

"Now, Dolores," began McGonagall, "Blood quills are illegal!"

"Are they? I have permission from Minister Fudge to be able to use one."

"Professor Dumbledore would never allow you to use such an item as punishment."

"I see it as justice, Minerva, this way students will remember their wrongdoings and won't do it in the future."

"You call it justice? Keeping someone cooped up in your office for nine hours doing nothing but mutilating their own body!"

"Detention, Mr. Kaiba! My office, six o' clock, tonight!"

Seto clenched his hands into fists, and for a moment, Yami thought he was going to hit the teacher. Instead, he stormed from the infirmary, rewrapping his hand as he went.

The rest of his friends rushed after him.

When Seto reached the common room, he changed into dry robes, then pulled out a sheet of parchment and his quill.

"What are you doing?" asked Hermione.

"Contacting Quill Supplies in Hogsmeade. I need blood red, quick-dry ink that doesn't get into your blood-stream, and a very pointed quill, but not a blood quill."

"Where were you when Malfoy was running around, Seto?" asked Marik.

"Locked in the boys' bathroom on the tenth floor. Malfoy got me before I could get him."

After dinner, Seto received his quill and ink and headed to the second floor for his detention.

Seto entered Umbridge's office that night, his new quill and ink in his pocket.

"Here you go," she said sweetly, giving him parchment and 'the quill'.

This time, Seto pulled out his new quill and kept the ink balanced on the bench next to him. Instead of using the blood quill and cutting himself, he simply wrote over his scars, making it look like he was doing Umbridge's deed only he didn't hurt himself. To pull it off completely, he faked faces of pain.

After an hour, she asked to see his hand. Looking at the 'redness' of the cut, "Very good. There is no need to come back. You may leave and I hope you learned your lesson."

Collecting his quill and ink, he left the office, and returned to the common room, finally beaten Umbridge at her own game.

"Malfoy just disappeared…how can that be possible?" Harry muttered to no one.

Yami plopped onto the couch. "I'm bored. Anyone want to duel?" Ron looked at him

"At a time like this?"

"Well, until we find Malfoy, its something to do."

Ron thought for a moment and then the light-bulb went off. "hey, why don't you teach us how to play?"

"Alright," said Yugi. He, Yami and Yami Bakura moved in, making a circle. Yugi pulled out the deck he and Yami shared.

"Now, the first thing you do, make a complete embarrassing fool out of your opponent."

"BAKURA!" Yami scolded, "leave this part to me. You duel with honor, and respect. Believe in the heart of the cards and then you last-turn draw will be a success!"

Seto entered the common room.

"How'd it go?" asked Ron, while Seto removed the bandages from his hand. "I don't need to go there anymore. She was completely fooled!"

"…now five and six star monster need a sacrifice because they're usually more powerful monsters. seven and eight star monsters, like Dark Magician need two sacrifices. Nine stars and up need three…"

Harry kept the marauder's map with him at all times since Malfoy's escape. Dumbledore was still absent from school and Seto and Professor Umbridge hadn't fought in over three weeks.

One day, while in the common room, Hedwig flew in an open window and dropped a scroll upon Yugi's head, making it the seventeenth time that year that a bird dropped something onto him.

Yugi looked at the scroll. "Harry! For you!"

"Guys! It's from Remus!" Harry opened it and skimmed through it.

"Remus," thought Yami, "he's the one who led us around Diagon Alley with you three right?" Hermione nodded, "yes."

"What did he say?" asked Ron.

"Normal stuff," replied Harry, skimming the letter, "just stay out of trouble, no unnecessary risks, lots of Death Eater sightings, Dumbledore's doing secret stuff…and that he's going to pick us up at Kings Cross at the end of the year."

"What kind of work can Dumbledore be doing? It seems like he's been gone forever!"

"Obviously, important stuff, otherwise he'd be back in the school by now," said Set.

What is Dumbledore doing? Malfoy must know when he's not in Hogwarts, because he seemed to plan his attacks on Hermione and Seto whenever he's not around. What does Malfoy know, and what could he be doing, Harry thought.

Well, that's all!

Only one left!

Tom Riddle's Item is coming to a close!