Alias of Chaos

Harry Potter blinked back tears as he starred at his Godfather's old house. He'd almost forgotten that this is where the Order was keeping their headquarters. He thought back to Sirius's death.

Shaking his head vigorously, Harry was suddenly very angry with Professor Albus Dumbledore again. If only he had been told sooner. If only he hadn't been kept in the dark…

Perhaps now was not the time to dwell on such issues. Mad-Eye Moody, the apparently now un-retired Auror, walked briskly up to the steps, ushering Harry inside. "Big events, tonight…" he was muttering. "No one knows what happened."

The place wasn't as dark on the inside as it had been the summer before. It seemed that the Order of the Phoenix had done some renovations on it. No more cobwebs were hanging loosely about. No more odd sprites or trixies that might pop out of a dark corner. A little less like the home it had been before…

Harry was abruptly pulled out of his brooding as someone tapped him on the shoulder. Looking up, his face paled at the sight of Professor Severus Snape at his side, the usual sneer plastered onto his face. "Potter. Long time no see."

"Hello Professor," Harry ground out the words. Oh, but how he wanted to simply pummel the potions master at times.

"It seems that you're quite the person to see tonight. Some events have transpired, and since your lessons with me last year went terribly wrong, you might still know what happened."

Mustn't kill… Can't be like Voldemort…Mustn't kill Snape…

Harry hated every jab that the professor sent his way. "Too bad some people can't let a grudge go, Professor. Especially if they had no control over who their parent's were." Harry got a smug pleasure at the disgusted look that crossed Severus's face.

People were traversing about everywhere. Many people Harry had never seen before at the Order. Aurors, witches, wizards, and even some strange animals walking around. Did he just see a new house elf? It was loud. Everyone was talking. Whatever happened tonight, it had been big. And yet with how big it seemed to have been, no one knew what happened.

"Harry!"

The young wizard turned to look at the head of mouse-brown hair that came rocketing his way. "Hermione?" He asked bewildered. "What…what are you doing here?"

Hermione wrapped him up in a hug, flushed and smiling. "I've been here for a few hours now. Dumbledore thought that I would be safer here. Voldemort seems to be up to something tonight. I might have been a target since I'm one of your friends." She looked behind her at the person weighed down with an armful of food. "Ron's here, too. Along with all of the other Weasleys."

Ron waved enthusiastically, opting to not talk with a mouth full of food.

"Enough chit-chat, Granger. Dumbledore needs to see him immediately," Snape barked.

Harry's face fell at that comment. The last person he wanted to see right now was Albus.

Severus motioned his hand in the direction of another door in the hallway, leading to the main room in which most of the Order's meetings were held.

Pushing open the door, Harry was surprised to see that, inside, it was completely empty.

No table, no chairs, no people, nothing. It had all been removed. And, of course, in the center of it all, stood Professor Albus Dumbledore.

Harry fixed a blank expression on his face.

The doors snapped closed behind him, leaving the two in utter peace.

"Hello, Harry."

"Hello Professor."

Dumbledore stood silent for a moment, as if contemplating. "Harry, as you've probably already guessed, something has happened tonight, and we don't know what."

"So I gathered."

Albus frowned. "Can you tell me anything that happened to you tonight, Harry? Anything at all? If something is kept, like it has been in the past," he frowned harder now, starring at the floor. He was meaning the secrets that he had kept. Not Harry's secrets, "then we might lose more loved ones that we ever wanted to."

"Tell me what you saw, wherever it was this thing happened," Harry stated. Last time he went first, he didn't all of the details reciprocated.

Dumbledore nodded. "Fair enough. There is a graveyard that had been placed just outside of a very tiny village. Nothing around it but trees and grass. This graveyard, however, is no longer there. It was blown up by some sort of magic."

"The whole thing?," Harry asked, a little bewildered.

"Yes. The whole thing. Most wizards and witches around the world felt it. But when I got there but two minutes after the decimation, there were no traces of magical evidence anywhere. There was nothing left in that cemetery but this." Albus held up a silver hand that had been severed.

Harry blanched at the sight. "Wormtail. That was his hand. Voldemort gave it to him after he put his own hand into the potion that brought Voldemort back with my blood…" his voice tapered off, not wanting to relive that experience.

Albus nodded. "What did you feel tonight Harry?"

Harry was silent for a moment. Should he tell? What did he have to lose? "At first, Voldemort had been extremely happy. Almost like he had done something that no one else could ever do. Then there was some shock, and a lot of anger. The next thing I knew, pain was the only thing I could feel. It was so bad, my scar actually bled."

Albus raised an eyebrow. "It bled?"

"Yes."

The aged man seemed to nod to himself, thinking. "Then I don't suppose you saw anything else there in that cemetery through Voldemort, did you?"

Harry shook his head. "Just a bunch of darkness."

Albus Dumbledore stood aside. "Then you wouldn't recognize who this is?"

Asleep on the large hearth on front of the fireplace a small boy was lay curled up, wearing clothing that not even Harry had ever seen before. Goth to the extreme. He had to be. A follower of Voldemort, perhaps? A child Death Eater?

"Who is he, Professor?"

"He was found asleep in the middle of the decimated cemetery, unharmed."

Harry's eyes bugged out of his head. Unharmed. The boy who lived…

Maybe his destiny was over?

Wishful thinking, probably.

There was a small rustling noise as the boy seemed to stir. He was waking.

~ * ~

Yuugi Motou felt, for some strange reason, like a corpse. He had no energy to move, no will to lift an arm, and no thought capacity to open an eyelid.

This was a very strange situation for him to be in, considering the fact that he was, indeed, conscious. And he could, indeed, vaguely hear a distant conversation from somewhere near him. Of course, it probably sounded distant simply because he couldn't bring himself to decipher what he was hearing.

Funny thing, too. He would have to decipher what he was hearing. For, as he was coming to find out, it was not his native language.

And when in the blazes did he go to sleep? The last thing he remembered, he was in the middle of wiping Kaiba's sorry rear-end on the floor in yet another duel.

:Yami? Are you awake?:

The young teen felt a strange tickling noise in the back of his mind. His darkness was snoring. :Yami! Wake up! Where in Duat are we?:

The vibrations ceased, and he felt a familiar presence within him stirring in exhaustion.

-Firstly, we're not in the Egyptian underworld. I'm not entirely sure where we are. Secondly, wake me up in another three thousands years once my energy has recuperated.-

:What happened to us, darkness? Why are we here, wherever here is? Why can't I move?:

The darkness within him was silent for a moment, gathering the energy to tell him, and struggling to organize his thoughts into order. -We…I…was summoned by someone. Any spirit, no matter how powerful, is subject to being summoned. But that doesn't mean that they can be controlled. I don't think that whoever it was knew that you would be coming along, as we are bonded. In fact, I'm almost positive that the person who summoned me guessed that I would have a host, but didn't predict the fact that our bond would be so strong as to drag you with me. And since he wanted to use me, bind me to him to do his bidding, it would tear me away from you. And so I delt with him accordingly.-

Yuugi tried to move his eyes, testing how much, or little for that matter, strength he really had. That simple little action left him feeling slightly dizzy. :How powerful was he, Yami, that it would take up this much energy? I know that you pulled from me as well, simply to do whatever it was that you did.:

-If he and Malik became partners, they would have been equal allies in destruction, and I truly think that all would be lost.-

That was enough explanation in itself. Yami Yuugi had a terrible time fighting off the mind control tactics of Malik before. It seemed that this opponent had been just as formidable.

Then again, using shadows was a very trying, very taxing way of dealing with an enemy.

Yuugi struggled with his weary muscles. :Please, Yami, help me in any way you can. I need to get up, just to see where we are for even a moment. Then we can contemplate on what to do next.:

He felt no reluctance through his shared consciousness as he fought with himself to move, feeling a little amount of energy trickle into his system. This would be almost all that his yami had left in him to give.

Perspiration broke out upon his forehead as he struggled further upward, now leaning on his hands on a hard, brick surface. He blinked his eyes open, pushing back the remains of sleep and tears.

Whispering sounded in his ear. Gasps? Is that what he heard? Sounds of shock?

Withered old hands appeared before his eyes, reaching up to him. Yuugi yelped, pushing himself as far away from those hands as he could. "Iie, iie!" he cried, moving further back on what he now knew was a hearth. A rather large one, with a good sized fireplace. Yuugi thought of the old ones that people used to use for cooking in kettles and pots hung over the fire.

"Easy, lad, we're here to help you."

Yuugi looked up at a man with the longest beard he had ever seen, wearing funny purple robes and a tall purple hat.

A wizard?

"N-nani?" Yuugi squeaked, looking up at this strange anomaly standing before him. Did he just get dropped into some strange storybook?

Yami was stirring with apprehension within him.

The man frowned. "Do you speak our language, my boy?"

Funny accent this man had, too. Yuugi swore that he was older than Yami for a minute.

He knew this language. But from where?…

Would the night were upon us! Till then, sit still my soul…

Of course! Shakespeare! Hamlet! All those long hours slaving over text books! "English!" Yuugi declared. He remembered!

-That funny sounding tongue that has no rhyme or reason to its structure?-

:That's the one!:

The sparkling blue eyes of the old man seemed pleased. "Ah, good. Helps with the language barrier."

Yuugi looked around him, seeing a bleak room with no tables, no chairs, and made of seemingly solid oak wood. He also noticed another boy standing and looking at him strangely. He was tall and lanky, with a messy mop of jet black hair and vivid green eyes.

He too, wore robes, these black. -Gauls!- his darkness screeched, trying to fan to life to destroy the two looking at Yuugi.

:Funniest looking gauls I've ever seen,: Yuugi commented.

Yami Yuugi was silent for a moment, noticing the age difference, and the fact that their eyes were not glazed over like all of Malik's puppets had been. Or crazed for that matter. -Good point.- His darkness quieted down, but only just slightly.

"Who are you," Yuugi questioned, "and where am I?"

The old man seemed to hesitate for a moment, looking at Yuugi strangely. "My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You are currently at the secret house of the Order of the Phoenix." He looked over at Harry, motioning with his hand. "This is Harry Potter, one of my students."

Yuugi blinked. :Well, that's original.: His darkness chuckled dryly.

Albus looked back at Yuugi. "Who are you?"

"Motou Yuugi," he replied offhandedly. "Look, Dumbleybumb, can I go home? What country am I in?"

"Dumbledore," the old man corrected. Yuugi waved him off. "Currently, you are in a remote part of England."

:Grand. Too bad Ryou's not with us. Maybe he could look up his father.: Yami concurred with this statement.

"Ever heard of a place called Domino, Japan," Yuugi asked weakly.

Albus frowned. "There is no such place."

Yuugi blanched. "No Japan, or no Domino?"

"No Japan," Albus stated.

Yuugi's already pale faced became even paler. :Yami, you…you don't think we're in another dimension, do you?:

He felt his darkness give a heavy sigh. -There is no other explanation I can think of.-

Yuugi swore in three different languages under his breath.

Albus raised a pure white eyebrow. "So," he started, moving on to other conversation. "Do you know what you were doing in that cemetery?"

The short teen realized now that he had done a lot of frowning this evening. "Cemetery?" His brow furrowed in confusion.

"Yes. The place where you were found. Do you remember seeing someone there? Or something?"

:Ah, hell, I remember glowing red eyes, and a whole bunch of runes scattered about. I didn't see anything else, though, with you in control, Yami.:

His darkness nodded tiredly. -The one that summoned me, and I believe that he had an accomplice. Think carefully about answering, though, aibou. If this person finds out what was going on, they are no doubt going to want to know how it was delt with.-

Yuugi thought back to Battle City. :If they know that you're in the puzzle, they may want to take it too. I can't risk that. I won't.:

Yuugi looked up with a determined face. "All I remember is glowing red eyes, and some runes that had been placed around me. I have no further memory of what happened."

Albus's face fell. "Yes… of course."

Suddenly and without warning, the tall lanky kid that had been standing the background the whole time came forward. "Glowing red eyes," he said. "Did you see a type of face behind it?"

Yuugi thought for a moment. "Yeah. Kind of snake like." He growled lowly. How dare some vile creature defile the name of the serpent as such? The cobra was the guardian of the Pharaoh, not some hissing beast that allies should fear!

"Voldemort!" Harry cried. "You saw Voldemort!"

Yuugi scratched his head. "Should I know this person?" -Sounds like a name Kaiba would come up with if he went on a world domination quest.-

Yuugi snorted. :Kaiba's too proud of his name to come up with a new one.:

-…good point.-

"seems a bit young to have to confront someone like him," Albus though out loud.

Yuugi tried to look indignant, but it merely looked like a pout. "I'm seventeen, you know. I'm not that young."

Albus had to step back for a moment, previously thinking that the boy had been no older than twelve, thirteen at most.

The other teen went on with his earlier discussion. "He's the Dark Lord," he said, unbelieving that someone couldn't know who he was.

Yuugi sneered. "Dark? He's not dark. He's just a slimy parasite."

Albus noticed the young man's eyes take on an unearthly red hue, his face becoming suddenly harder than before. "Most people don't know what dark is," his voice, now suddenly deeper, hissed harshly. The Professor was stunned silent for a moment, taking all of this in.

Yuugi's eyes went back to their warm lavender, and his cherubic face suddenly became flushed and pale. "Look, I'm still really tired. Can…can I go back to sleep now? Am I safe?"

Albus nodded. "Yes. You're safe."

~ * ~

Harry was pacing back and forth uncontrollably. No fear. No fear at all that he could detect in that boy.

He had mentioned Voldemort's red eyes. He had mentioned his serpent-like face. But no fear…none at all.

How had he gotten out of that mess? Who had stopped Voldemort from whatever he had been doing? Had Harry somehow done something through that strange link of his? Had the boy done something? Some strange powers that he wasn't talking about?

And that transformation at the end of the discussion…so dark he seemed to have become. So harsh…

He simply had to be hiding something. It was just too suspicious.

Harry had told his concerns to Dumbledore this time. And, surprisingly, Albus had been very open with him about the whole thing. He too agreed that the boy that had been found needed to be watched closely.

How had he gotten out alive?

As soon as this Motou Yuugi woke up, Snape was going to question him, and maybe see if he had any kind of magical abilities whatsoever. If he did, then he'd have to be enrolled in school. Even if he was almost seven years behind.

So strange…

Harry almost felt sorry for the boy. Contending with Snape was never any fun. Then again…if he held his own against Voldemort, then he sure had a sporting chance against Severus…

He'd have to tell Hermione and Ron about this, too.

Harry stopped, looking up in thought for a moment. Who the bloody hell has hair like that anyway?

So very, very strange…

~ * ~

Wow. This update took a little while didn't it? Hehe, that's what happens when one gets sick just before Christmas break…gah. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed. Review? Suggestions? All are welcome!

Oh, and so you know, so that you won't have to pester me later, Ryou, Bakura and Malik and Ishtar WILL show up in later chapters! Have no fear!!

Ja!