Alias of Chaos
Professor McGonagall stormed down the stairs hurriedly, panic written all over her features. Her forest green robes billowed around her aging form, her tall witch's hat going slightly askew from her trot. "Arthur! Headmaster! Severus! Come quickly!!!"
Eight different heads popped up from five different directions. Three of which were from the people she had called, whilst the other five were from the children that had been lurking about for the past few days. Primarily Ron, Harry, Hermione, and the twins Fred and George.
"What's wrong, Minerva?" Arthur Weasely asked, juggling his coffee and toast for the morning.
"I went upstairs to brief the boy of our earlier conversations, and I found the room to be empty."
"Empty," Severus asked.
"Where could he be," Arthur questioned.
"Everyone, remain calm, and start searching the house. We can hope that he was simply getting cooped up from being in the same room for over three days," Albus reasoned, and every one jumped off in different directions.
Harry looked at Ron. "Let's go look, too."
"Are you crazy," Ron bellowed. "You heard what Snape said earlier! This kid could turn us to chopped liver if he really wanted to, what with this strange magic of his and all. I'm not doing it!"
"We'll go," Fred offered, a familiar grin spreading across his face. "Who knows? Maybe he knows a bit about gag magic. He could give a few pointers with our shop!" Fred and George were gone before anyone could protest.
"Well, I'm going to look," Harry replied. "I'd like to know a little bit more about him myself."
"I'm going to go, too," Hermione spoke up, walking purposefully down the hall. "That's it, abandon me," Ron whined. Shaking his head, he got up and followed the rest of the group, only to find that everyone had vanished. Damned house and all of it's corridors.
~ * ~
Harry had noted that a lot of people had gone to either the kitchen, the living area, the den, the basement, or outside. The bedrooms had already been checked, it seemed. So, naturally, there was only one place left for him to go.
The library.
Of course, why someone would want to go that musty old room was beyond him, but it was the only place left to look. Everywhere else was currently in the process of being searched.
Grabbing hold of the rusty knob, he turned it, and pushed the door softly open.
Perhaps he was having a bit of luck today, but what he saw came as no little shock.
The boy that everyone was looking for was sitting comfortably on the arm of a rather large leather couch, a foot propped up on a table, with a huge book placed open on his thigh. His deep purple eyes were heavily concentrating, his cherubic face twisted up in contemplation.
The heavy library door squeaked as it closed.
"Funny place you people have here," the boy stated, not looking up from the book. "It's so different. Did you know that Japan is actually called 'Jepain'? It's no wonder no one had ever heard of it. And it also seems that Jamaica has been replaced with 'Jaunalu', Congo is apart of the Nigerian Republic, Madagascar is a National Reserve for Endangered Species, and Rome didn't concur Egypt until five hundred years after what I had been taught. Also, the lower western part of Canada is apart of the United States, and Quebec is now called 'New France.' Of course languages are still the same, just the Japanese dialect is slightly off." He fell silent again as he continued to read.
Harry blinked at what he just heard. Well. That was odd. "What do you mean it's…different?"
The boy was silent as he thought the question over.
"You're not from around here, are you?"
The boy frowned. "There are a lot of different meanings for the word 'here'."
Harry came in further, sitting down in an empty armchair. "Everyone in the whole house is looking for you."
"Am I that popular," he questioned. He flipped a page in the book.
"People here seem to have a fancy for popularity," Harry spoke quietly.
The boy's eyes narrowed as he read further. "You seem to speak from experience."
"I do." Harry shook his head. "Forgive my manners. My name is Harry, Harry Potter."
"So I've heard," the boy replied. His wide eyes looked up from his reading. "Yuugi Motou."
Harry was silent for a moment as he began to think. This young man had magic, right? He knew what it was, how to manipulate it, and how to even outsmart Snape and Voldemort. "My name doesn't sound familiar to you?"
An elegant eyebrow was raised. "And my name doesn't sound familiar to you?"
Harry let out a sigh of relief.
"That seems to make you happy." Yuugi looked back to the pages in front of him.
"When you have people who practically squeal when they see you, it does come as a relief."
"Here, here," Yuugi agreed. "It's also nice to not have people wanting to stab you every time your back is turned."
Harry turned his head to the side. "You sound like you speak from experience."
Yuugi's deep purple eyes took on an unearthly red hue, swirling into endless pools of…memories? Wisdom? Or forgotten darkness? "Too much so." He closed his eyes and snapped the book shut, placing it back on the book shelf. The spell was over, and his eyes were back to normal.
"What possessed you to come in here in the first place," Harry questioned.
Yuugi gave a slight smirk as he thought back, remembering.
The teenager starred up blankly at the ceiling, cursing every deity that was supposed to be looking after him. He wanted to be home right now. He didn't want to be here, and he didn't want to know any more about this strange dimension he was in. He sighed audibly, unable to fall back asleep in the dreary haze of pre-morning.
Dusky hands landed on his bent knees, pushing his legs open slightly as his darkness settled in, placing his arms on either side and resting his chin in the palms of his hands, looking at Yuugi expectantly.
Yuugi felt his chest rise against his yami's as he tried to breathe, leather shirt against exposed flesh. "What are you up to?"
"Me? I wouldn't be up to anything." Crimson eyes danced with mischief, a small smile gracing tanned lips.
"You're a terrible liar, Yami."
His darkness nuzzled the hollow of his neck, smiling devilishly. "No, hikari. I'm a terrific liar. You're just the only one who can read my thoughts and know the difference." He began to rain butterfly kisses down pale flesh bathed in moonlight.
"Yami, no…what if someone walks in on us?"
He felt his yami frown against his skin. "I'm not, aibou. I know the risks are too high. I just miss your touch." He grabbed one of Yuugi's spare hands and held it to his face.
Yuugi's heart sank, knowing that it had been almost four days now since his darkness was able to take a solid form and be near him. He gave a kiss to his yami's temple. "I'm tired of not knowing exactly where we are. What's going on? What else is different in this dimension? Where the hell is our home?"
Yami looked back up again, staring at his lover intensely. "Think about it, aibou. We're in a big house, with lots of people. They called it what, the Order of the Phoenix?"
"Right…"
"Well, any big place like this is bound to have some sort of archive…"
"Of course! The library!" He came up and kissed his darkness deeply. However, the excitement was soon replaced with slight despair. :Guess you'll have to go back for now.:
-I'll be able to come back out later. If anyone misses us up here, they'll find us sooner or later.-
Breaking the kiss, Yuugi felt the pressure on top of him diminish as his darkness faded back inside of the puzzle.
"Some internal inspiration," Yuugi spoke cryptically. "I suppose I'd better show my face to the rest of the world, less they panic like they seem to be doing."
Harry quirked an eyebrow as they exited the musty old library.
~ * ~
"Hey, there he is!"
Minerva McGonagall looked towards the door that George-or was it Fred?- was pointing to as a head of spiked black, blonde, and ruby hair walked in.
"I found him in the library," Harry spoke, walking in as well.
The transfiguration teacher looked down at Yuugi harshly. "Do you have any idea how long we've been looking for you?"
Yuugi crossed his arms, looking back at the teacher just as fiercely. "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for some answers? Three days is an awfully long time to sit idle and wonder where on earth I am. I committed no crime by reading a couple of books, did I?"
Harry was dumbstruck to see someone so small stand up against the harsh glare of McGonagall. It was amazing just how well he held his own ground.
"You should have at least told someone where you would be going."
"At three in the morning?"
Silence. "The rest of you, leave the room immediately. Mr. Motou and I have some things we need to discuss." Harry, Fred, and George left the den quietly.
Professor McGonagall turned back to Yuugi, arms crossed. "It has been determined, young man, that you have no home to return to in the meantime."
"Correct."
"So, instead of turning you over to the Ministry, we have decided that it is in your best interest to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Yuugi blinked, confused. "Why?"
"Every young man needs an education, and you have already demonstrated that you have magical abilities that need to be attended to."
-!#&%- his darkness cursed. -Perhaps they believe that we have the same magic they do.-
:I wouldn't doubt it,: Yuugi consoled.
"And unless you a follower of Voldemort," McGonagall went on.
Yuugi snorted. "Please," Yuugi asked. "Don't insult me."
"Then our Headmaster sees no reason to not send you to Hogwarts."
"How will I pay for this? I have no money." Not any of their money, at any rate.
"Don't worry about that. It'll all be taken care of. However, in the meantime, you need to go to Diagon Alley and get all of your school supplies. Here's a list," she handed him a piece of parchment paper with delicate scrawled writing on it, "and enough money to by your supplies. Harry will be going with you."
Yuugi took the pouch of coins, the whole ordeal still feeling entirely surreal. "Sounds like fun."
"You leave in three minutes, so I suggest you hurry into the kitchen immediately."
The kitchen? Why on earth would I need to go the kitchen?
~ * ~
Yuugi stood starring at the fire, wondering if perhaps he was still dreaming after all. :Yami, did you remember to pinch me?:
-No fair, only if you inch me first.-
Yuugi scoffed out loud. :Dirty yami…:
"Just take a pinch of the floo powder," Mrs. Weasely replied, holding out a small velvet pouch in her hands. Yuugi did so. "Throw it into the fire, and say clearly, 'Diagon Alley!' Go on deary, it's all right."
Yuugi threw the powder into the fire he was standing in front of, watching as the flames turned green. "Diagon Alley!" He cried, suddenly feeling the floor give out underneath of him.
He felt like he was getting dizzy as he watched shafts of light twirl around him, holding his arms in closely, afraid he might hit the walls.
In a cloud of dust and ashes, he found himself thrust out in another fire place, the lighting a bit darker than it had been when he last saw a room.
Coughing, he began to wipe himself off when Harry bounded out behind him.
"I don't like that," Yuugi commented dryly.
"I've yet to get used to it," Harry replied. "Hagrid is supposed to be around here somewhere, Professor McGonagall said that he'd be looking after us today."
-Who says we need looking after,- Yami commented.
:Those who don't trust us yet, or see us as too young.:
-Young?!- Yami bellowed. - I'm old enough to be a relic! Young?!…- Yami continued to rant inside of his head. Yuugi deduced that his darkness was having a hard time dealing with his light having a juvenile body. Only a couple of more years…only a couple more years until I'm of age…
"So, ah, where are we," Yuugi asked, looking around at the type of restaurant setting.
"The Leaky Cauldron," Harry filled in, heading towards the back. "Follow me."
Yuugi followed obediently, suddenly finding himself starring at a brick wall. "Let me guess, this is no ordinary brick wall?" Yuugi asked.
"Nope." Harry pulled out his wand, and tapped five different bricks.
Yuugi was amazed to see the bricks fold away right in front of him. I'll have to remember this trick later on.
Before his eyes unfolded the area known as Diagon Alley.
~ * ~
Well, that's all for now. I hope that this cleared up the whole 'Japan' ordeal. A lot of people seem to have been getting confused with that. Remember, this is a different dimension, so things are going to be a bit different here.
….Not to mention the fact that the authoress has a very twisted mind, and can bend things to her own chaotic will…mwahahahahahah….*coughs*
As for the shounen-ai, thing, I did take into consideration not making it one, however, the requests were simply too high, and not to mention the fact that I enjoy it myself. However, it will not get in the way of the story-line. And, no, I'm sorry, but I can't do shounen-ai between Harry Potter cast. It's just not in my genes. *bows head* Gomen. I hope that you still enjoy however!