Mew: Well, hopefully this chapter won't be too short.

Draiku: Yeah! I wanna see Ryou and Bakura get together already!

Mew: Me too… but I shall make you all suffer a bit longer! –cackles evilly-

Draiku: That's my line.

Yoko: How 'bout Harry an' Draco?

Mew: … dunno.

Yoko and Draiku: --"

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Yu-Gi-Oh. Get it? Got it? Good.

When Houses Collide

Chapter 5: A Meeting With the Dark Lord

Bakura was proud to be a Death Eater. After all, he served the most powerful wizard of all time, so why wouldn't he be proud?

He lied in his bed with only a vest on, looking at the Dark Mark tattooed on his arm. He smirked, glad to serve the Dark Lord. And since he was so loyal, he was one of the Dark Lord's favorites, unlike Lucifer Malfoy, or even Snape.

He blinked when he felt his raven, Edgar Allen Poe (Edgar for short), land on his bedpost. He fed it a small piece of meat that he kept in a baggie, just for the bird, and smirked, taking the parchment off its talon.

Bakura read through the note, then grinned. He had yet another meeting with the Dark Lord. He transformed into a fox and jumped from the window, landing on his feet. He ran into the Forbidden Forest, snarling at unicorns and various other creatures just because he felt like it.

Finally, he came upon his master, bowing his head as he transformed back.

"My lord," he murmured respectfully, "what can I do for you?"

"Just give me the weekly report," Voldemort demanded in a hiss.

"Yes, my lord. Apparently, two of my brothers have changed for the worse," he said, looking up darkly.

"Oh? What have they done, then?"

"They have become abominations, they're disrespecting both your and Salazar Slytherin's names! They have fallen in love with…with Gryffindors."

"WHAT!"

"Gryffindor boys, that is. And these Gryffindors know that they're Death Eaters."

"Yet they trust them?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Well, well, well… this is quite excellent indeed."

"I beg your pardon, my lord?"

"I've been bored lately. I shall use the Imperius Curse on them later, when the foolish Gryffindor boys trust them with all of their rotten little hearts. Then I can kill them, or at least force them to become Death Eaters. Yes, that's what I'll do. Bakura! You spy on them, or at least get some of your four-legged friends to do so." Voldemort cackled.

"Yes, my lord. I'd be honored to do so," Bakura said, bowing again.

"Now leave. I must consult with the other Death Eaters that I have scattered around the globe." With that said, Voldemort disappeared in a flash of sickly green. Bakura stared at where he was once standing.

"Accio broom," he mumbled. His broom flew to him at top speed and he flew back to Hogwarts.

-

Bakura lied awake in his bed later that night, thinking of Ryou. He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head roughly, cursing himself for thinking of the Gryffindor.

"Die, Gryffindor Golden Boy!" yelled Draco's voice, causing Bakura and all of the other Slytherins to jump. "Heheheh, yes, Dark Lord, I would love to rule the world as your right-hand man…" Everyone stared at him.

"Baka," Marik muttered, throwing a crumpled up piece of paper at him. Draco snorted in his sleep and awoke, just in time for the paper to hit his head. He growled and threw it back at Marik.

"Idiot!" he snarled.

"Oh, shut up! You've been screaming in your sleep again!" Marik said, taking out his lighter. He made the fire jump into his hand and he threw it at Draco, who gasped and jumped out of the way. It almost hit Yami, but he quickly went into the shadows.

"Both of you, stop fighting!" Bakura growled. "I'm trying to sleep!"

Draco and Marik glared at each other.

"Bakayarou," Marik snarled, knowing that when he insulted Draco in Japanese it really annoyed him, since he couldn't figure out what it meant.

"Nancy boy," Draco growled.

"Aho."

"Asshole."

"Kuso!"

"Freak!"

"Dumbass!"

"Shut up, both of you!" Bakura and Yami yelled. The two glared at each other again, but finally went back to sleep.

-

"Now, today we'll get off the topic of negative and positive numbers and…" Ms. Rakara started. The class cheered, cutting her off. She glared at them, hushing them immediately. "Continuing, we'll talk about unique powers.

"Unique powers are difficult to understand because there is no spell to make them happen, and one can't defend themselves from them. For instance, Malik, will you please draw a picture of a key?"

"Um, sure," Malik said. He pulled out his quill and took out a sheet of paper.

"No, on the board."

"Oh. Sure." Malik stood and nervously walked over to the board. He quickly drew a key.

"Now, think of it becoming real."

"O-okay." He did so, and the key on the board disappeared and reappeared in his hand. Ms. Rakara took it from him and held it up.

"What you just saw was an unique power. Basically, Malik can draw anything and it will come to life or happen. Does anyone remember when Snape had that huge wart on his nose? Well…" She held up the drawing of Snape with the wart on his nose. It was signed with Malik's name. Malik gasped.

"It must've dropped out of my bag!" he exclaimed in a whisper.

"Anyway, I found this on the floor. Oh, and Malik, I didn't tell Snape about this. I don't like him, either. But anyway, Malik didn't need to say a spell or even use his wand in order for it to happen. Since he didn't need to do any of that, a spell can't counter it. Having an unique power can save your life, even though you have to be born with it. Most people actually have them, but they don't know about them.

"But they're called 'unique powers' for a reason. Malik is the only person in the entire world who can make things he draws come to life or happen. When he dies, the power will go to a wizard that hasn't been born yet. See, these powers have minds of their own. They actually choose who they want to go to, so even Muggles get unique powers at times. Rarely, but they do.

"But some unique powers are more powerful than others, like the ability to conceal yourself completely, create dangerous elements, talk someone or anything into doing something, being able to create anything no matter what it is, seeing the future, and being able to get spells from deceased wizards and witches." She eyed Yami, Marik, Bakura, Malik, Ryou, and Yugi.

"These unique powers are considered strange and unusual, since they're so powerful and useful. Any wizard or witch with one is actually considered 'different' or 'strange,' even though everyone has their own unique power.

"I did my research using my unique power, and I now know that everyone in this room and school has one. How? Well, my unique power is that I can look into anyone's mind and know the things about them that they don't. There is only one very famous person who doesn't have a unique power, although."

"Who's that?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Voldemort." Almost everyone shuddered at the very sound of his name. "Oh, and Malik, you can go sit down now."

"Uh, yes, ma'am." He hurried to his seat, blushing. He never really liked drawing in front of people. It embarrassed him.

"Now, you're all probably wondering why Voldemort doesn't have an unique power. He was born with one, but he died when he encountered Mr. Potter, here. Thankfully for him, he had split his soul into many parts, so he 'survived,' but he lost his power. Just for the record, he had the ability to subconsciously communicate with dead wizards and witches to learn spells and such in life-threatening times, or even in times where he'd only get hurt. He learned how to do it by his control, which is why he died when he attacked Harry. He had expected that he would have killed him."

Harry blinked, thankful that Voldemort hadn't planned ahead.

"Dumbledore wanted me to tell you what your unique abilities are. So I wrote them down for you. You may tell your classmates, or keep it secret. I really don't care." She handed out slips of paper to each of the students, and each one looked at his or her paper eagerly. Yugi looked at his and gasped in horror.

He had the exact same unique power as Voldemort did.

-

Malik sat in Potions class, thinking about his unique power. If he drew something, would it happen, no matter what, even if it was against someone's will?

He also wondered, if he drew himself as a girl, would he become one?

Curiosity won over common sense and he decided to try it out. He drew himself as a girl, fully dressed, of course, then finished the drawing and put it into his bag, thinking about it happening.

He gasped when he felt physical changes and looked down.

He had breasts.

He wondered if it really worked, so he sneakily grabbed his crotch, only to gasp again.

He couldn't feel his…

"Good lords," he mumbled, then gasped yet again. Even his voice had changed. It had really worked! (A/N: This is a result of being sugar high. –sweatdrop-)

Of course, now he was confused. Was he a he, or a she? The thought made his head hurt, so he decided that, since he had only been a she for about a minute, he was a he.

Then the worst happened.

Before he could draw himself back to his normal gender, Snape noticed.

"Mr. Ishtar!" he snarled, leaning towards him. "Why, if I may ask, do you have breasts?" The class cracked up laughing, except for Marik and his friends, who were just staring at him. Malik blushed wildly.

"Uh, um, I don't know. Maybe someone cast a spell on me?" he suggested.

"Really. Well, there isn't a curse that I know of that can change one's gender," Snape hissed. Malik shrugged.

"Well, how would I know? This is my first year at Hogwarts, you know," he replied.

"Then how did it happen?"

"Don't ask me." Snape growled and went back to the front of the classroom.

"Moving on…"

Malik sighed with relief. He took out another sheet of paper and randomly doodled Snape being attacked by flying pigs, wanting it to happen.

-

Potions was dismissed much earlier than usual, since Snape had to go to the Hospital wing on account of strange injuries and winged pigs that caused total mayhem in the classroom. Because of this, the Gryffindors and the Slytherins had an early lunch.

Malik sat down at a table next to Marik, who was chuckling quietly.

"What's so funny?" Malik asked.

"Why'd you draw yourself as a girl?" Marik replied. Malik shrugged.

"I just wanted to test it out. I'll draw myself as a boy now. These things are annoying me," he said, looking at his breasts. Marik laughed out loud. Malik quickly drew himself as a boy once again and he changed back. "Much better," he mumbled. "Being a girl, even for a few minutes, is tough."

"Hey, I dare you to draw Bakura as…" Marik whispered in Malik's ear and the Gryffindor nodded.

"Sure! This'll be fun…"

"Oh! And draw Draco with…" Malik took out another piece of paper and drew Bakura and Draco as Marik dared him to.

"WHAT THE HELL!" came Bakura's yell. Everyone looked over their shoulders and saw Bakura as a girl, dressed entirely in pink. He even had a bow in his hair and nail polish on his fingers, and he was wearing pink sandals. Everyone in the room cracked up laughing.

Draco soon stormed into the room with a shirt that said "I LOVE HARRY POTTER" printed across the front, a pin with Harry's face in a heart, and a hat with a large golden H, an equals sign, and a pink heart.

"Whoever did this is going on a one-way trip to Hell!" he yelled. Everyone, even Harry, laughed loudly.

"Malfoy, if you loved me so much, then why do you keep saying that you hate me?" he yelled through his laughs. Draco stormed over to Malik.

"Draw me in my normal clothing, or I'll tear your eyes out and feed them to you!" he threatened. Malik stared at him dully.

"Say the magic words," he replied. Draco snarled and pulled out his wand.

"Grr… cru—!" he started.

"Expelliarmus!" Malik quickly yelled, pulling out his wand. Draco's wand flew out of his hand and to the floor. "Now, say 'please.'"

"P-please draw me back to normal," Draco said through gritted teeth, staring at the tip of Malik's wand that was currently aimed at his face.

"See? That wasn't too hard, now was it?" Malik said, erasing the I LOVE HARRY POTTER shirt, hat, and pin and drawing a new shirt. Draco's clothing changed back to normal and the Slytherin stomped off, his eye twitching. Marik grinned and gave Malik a high-five, laughing.

"You're on my list, Ishtar!" Draco yelled, pointing at Malik. Malik simply ignored him and grinned along with Marik.

"That was hilarious!" he said. "And Bakura still hasn't realized that you did that to him!"

"Should I keep him like that for a while?" Malik asked. Marik nodded, while Bakura kept cursing loudly.

-

Yugi sat alone at lunch that day, wondering what his friends would think of him if they knew about his unique power. He looked over his shoulder and saw people bragging about their unique powers.

"I can get hurt in any way, shape, or form and not get killed!" Neville said, grinning.

"Really? Well, I can whistle and call any steed, even a hippogryph or a unicorn, and they'll come!" Hermione replied.

"Well, I can call any animal to my aid!" Ron bragged. "How 'bout you, Harry?"

"I can find anything, that exists, of course, I want in my right pocket," Harry replied. "That happened once, when we went into the chamber under Fluffy."

"I see dead people," Colin Creevey said, holding his large, bulky camera, as usual. "And not just ghosts, like the Bloody Baron and Nearly-Headless Nick! Every single dead person in the world! There's one now." He pointed out the window.

Quite suddenly, a line of spiders began to crawl towards Ron. The boy freaked out and screamed.

"You must've accidentally activated your power," Harry said, grinning in amusement.

"G-go away!" Ron whined, trying to shoo the arachnids away.

"What's your power, Yugi?" Ryou asked, sitting next to his friend. "No one's really been sure about yours, but it must be good."

"No, it's not," Yugi muttered, resting his chin on his folded arms in front of him on the table.

"What is it, then?"

"I…I can subconsciously call upon the aid of any dead wizard or witch and be able to use their spells. That's the same one that Voldemort had," he said, squeezing his eyes shut. Ryou gasped.

"S-seriously?" he whispered. Yugi nodded. "That's strange. I wonder why the power went to you…"

"Maybe I'll turn out just like Voldemort! Maybe I'll try to kill every single Muggle in the world like he's trying to do!" Yugi sobbed quietly. He felt a warm arm around his shoulders and he looked up to see Yami smiling gently at him.

"But you won't. You're too kind to do that, I should be the first to know," he said, kissing him gently.

"Are you sure?" Yugi asked, still worried.

"Of course I am," Yami replied, hugging him even more tightly.

"Thank you," Yugi whispered and hugged him back.

Ryou watched them leave and go to a courtyard, hand in hand. He sighed quietly, realizing that he was the only one of his lifelong friends that wasn't in love. He wanted to hold someone, anyone, in his arms and feel someone else's warmth on his body.

He looked to Bakura, who was now a boy again since Malik took pity on him, and suddenly felt a strange attraction towards the Slytherin.

Ryou gasped, realizing what he was thinking, and blushed wildly.

There's no way that I like him! He's rude, mean, violent, and unpredictable! It would be a miracle for him to actually find someone who likes him for his personality and not his looks! Ryou thought sourly. He sighed softly, his eyes drooping half-closed. Then again…it would probably be impossible for me to find someone who truly cares.

He got up and left to the Gryffindor Common room, sitting next to the fire by himself. He sighed again, sadly, and looked out the window. It was raining, and everyone knows that September rains are the most depressing of all other rains.

-

Bakura became a fox during the night and slipped behind one of the many suits of armor that decorated the school. This one, although, led to a secret chamber that led to all common rooms of all houses. It wasn't even on the Marauder's Map.

There was one little catch, although. The chamber was guarded by one of the most fearsome creatures of all time, the dragon. It was a small dragon, but it was a very rare and powerful one that someone wouldn't want to mess around with. It's fire wasn't actually fire, but a combination between fire and acid. Thus making it particularly deadlier than all other dragons.

Bakura nervously stepped forwards. The dragon was asleep, maybe he could sneak past it. He did wonder how it was kept alive down here. He did, though, firmly believe that Filch used to feed bad students to it years ago.

He made one step, and the dragon awoke. He gasped and curled up fearfully.

"Who are you and why have you come to my chamber!" the dragon demanded in a voice that sounded as if it hadn't been used in years. Bakura prayed that the dragon could understand fox.

"I'm merely a fox, lord dragon. I was only making my way to the Gryffindor common room, back to my owner. This is a short cut, I believe," he said, bowing his head. The dragon narrowed its eyes at him.

"Who is your owner, then?" Bakura quickly thought of someone.

"Ryou Bakura," he said softly.

"I see, I see. Well, you may pass. I cannot kill you, only students who dare to cross my path." The dragon chuckled, a low rumbling noise, while flicking a human skull at Bakura with its tail. Bakura jumped and ran up the hallway to the Gryffindor common room, then through a small entry behind one of the tapestries. It was big enough for a human being to fit through. Bakura was surprised that no one had noticed it there before.

He was about to sneak up the stairs, but suddenly he heard someone moan. He looked towards the noise and saw Ryou, asleep on the couch, looking troubled. He blinked and walked over to him silently, studying the boy's expression.

"N-no, please," Ryou mumbled in his sleep. Bakura blinked again. "Don't hurt him…take me instead…" Bakura changed back into a human.

"Don't hurt who?" he asked in a murmur, knowing that this boy could be quite high-strung.

"You…"

"Who is you?"

"Bakura."

Bakura gasped and changed back into a fox, then he ran back through the secret passageway, ignoring the dragon. He ran all the way back to his bed, then dived into it and forced himself to fall asleep and forget all he heard.

-

Ryou awoke the next morning, concerned about his dream. In it, he had encountered Voldemort, who was threatening to kill Bakura for some sort of crime against him. He remembered spreading his arms out and jumping in front of Bakura, begging the Dark Lord to spare the Slytherin and take his life instead.

Ryou squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head.

I would never do that for Bakura! I hate him, and that's that! He's rude, difficult, cruel, and downright annoying! It would be his own problem if Voldemort tried to kill him, so he would have to get out of it by himself. Ryou nodded at his thought like the decision was final. And I would like to see him dead.

He paused, looking at the floor.

No, I wouldn't like to see him dead. He has a family and loved ones, just like me. We're not so different in that context.

He went up to the showers, scolding himself for thinking that he'd like to see Bakura dead. He sighed softly, feeling very alone, all of a sudden.

-

Bakura stared at the ceiling the next morning, contemplating his strange dream. He had dreamt of holding Ryou in his arms, cradling him in his lap, even kissing him. But why had he dreamt that? It couldn't be, could it? Was he in love with the pale Gryffindor boy?

No! he thought-hissed at himself. I will never love anyone in my entire life. Besides, those who I love always let me down, always. You can't trust anyone. It's better to just live alone. His angry expression became sad and he closed his eyes, thankful that it was a weekend. Today he could go to Hogsmeade with all the other students above their second year and smoke all he wanted. It calmed him down, anyway.

He got up and got dressed, then joined everyone on the short hike to the village. He saw Ryou, looking so depressed it almost made him feel sad.

Bakura glared and mentally smacked himself. He forced a smirk, happy that Ryou was feeling down.

They finally arrived at the village and walked over to a secluded area where he could smoke. He lit a cigarette and put it into his mouth, taking in a deep breath and exhaling the black smoke.

He decided to amble around town rather than stay in one place. They only visited the place once a month, after all. While wandering, he bumped into someone, causing his last cigarette to fall to the ground and go out. It must have rained the night before.

He snarled and pushed away whoever it was, then glared even more when he saw that it was Ryou.

"S-sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," Ryou said quickly, backing away from Bakura. Bakura growled, his abnormally long canines showing.

"So why weren't you watching?" he hissed, walking closer to Ryou until the Gryffindor boy was against a wall.

"I-I don't know, but I'm sorry, really, I am!" Ryou said, getting more fearful every second. He even began scooting down the wall. Bakura grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up.

"Don't do it again, or I'll tear out your throat," he growled. Ryou struggled and choked, tears squeezing out of his eyes. "Hn. Pathetic weakling," Bakura muttered and threw Ryou against the wall roughly. Ryou rubbed his throat, massaging the bruised flesh as he watched Bakura walk away. Malik and Yugi ran over.

"Ryou, what happened? Did Bakura hurt you!" Malik asked, kneeling next to him. "Because if he did, Rishid said that he'd be glad to get him for you."

"N-no, I…I slipped, that's all," Ryou said, forcing a smile.

"Then how did you get the bruise on your neck?" Yugi asked.

"I…never mind, it's really not a big deal," Ryou insisted. Malik and Yugi glanced at each other before deciding not to bug Ryou about it anymore. Malik stood and helped him up.

"Just stay with us for now," Malik said softly. "But be sure to tell us if something ever happens again, alright?" Ryou nodded.

"I will," he said softly.

TBC

Mew: I know, that's a bad-ish way to end the chapter…Ryou getting hurt and all…

Draiku: Damn you.

Yoko: Please R&R! –pwetty pwease wif a chewwy on top?-