Alias of Chaos

Yuugi couldn't help but gape at all of the sights that greeted him in the crooked little area known as Diagon Alley. Tiny little witches in tall colorful hats were bustling about, children doing their own shopping for the upcoming school year. Wizards and young boys alike lined up at the Quality Quidditch Supplies window display, the knew Firebolt 2001 set up for all to see. Ice cream shops and chocoballs for sale at odd carts. Yuugi was absolutely spell-bound. :I feel like Alice in Wonderland.:

-I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Todo,- Yami went along.

:Wrong movie, Yami.:

His darkness snorted, making some far off comment that he could never keep track.

"I think the closest thing to start out with would be Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions," Harry stated, taking a quick glance at his own shopping list.

"Why robes," Yuugi asked.

"School dress code," Harry supplied.

Yuugi blinked as he thought about this. Hey, at least he could probably get away with wearing his leather attire underneath of it. At his school they much preferred jeans to his flashy black clothes. "All right."

If anything could be considered a modern time warp, this would be it. Most people looked like they were just coming out of the dark ages, even though their conversations were about mostly modern things. These people seem to really hang on to tradition.

The two of them walked into the shop, a young woman greeting them both at the chime of the doorbell. Harry was going to get some knew robes too, being that he'd had another growth spurt over the summer, and his robes from the year before were already three inches too short.

"Both getting fitted for robes?"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry stated.

Yuugi was quite compliant as he was herded off in the opposite direction of Harry, sighing as he was asked to stand on a slightly taller pedestal for measuring due to his miserably short height.

"I'll be right back dear, it'll just take me a moment," the woman with brown hair stated.

"Okay," Yuugi commented.

As soon as she left, another seamstress came in with another boy who needed to be fitted for some robes, his pale nose stuck particularly high in the air. Yuugi couldn't believe just how blonde he was, and how sleek his hair looked with all of the grease plastered in it. Yuugi felt his stomach churn when he caught a draft of a vile green aura, and all of it was coming from the new male that had walked in.

Yuugi tried to ignore him until the woman came back, but his unusual attire and outrageous hair always managed to capture everyone's attention.

The blonde turned and looked at him in aloof arrogance, taking special note of Yuugi's attire. "New around here?"

"You could say that," Yuugi stated.

There was a pause before the next question was asked. "Where are you from?"

"Jepain," Yuugi stated, using the name that Japan had been replaced with in this dimension.

"Really," the boy asked. "What are the wizards like there? Are there many pureblood families?"

Yuugi narrowed his eyes slightly in confusion. What the hell was a pureblood? "Uh, I couldn't tell you for sure. I was from a rather small town."

"Oh, what town was that," the boy asked.

Yuugi was getting slightly perturbed at all of the questions. He wasn't sure just how many of them he was going to be able to answer. He thought back to the world map he had found, and recognized one of the towns that was still the same from his own travels in Japan with Duel Monsters. "Misawa."

"Ah, yes, I hear they have excellent sishu there." He turned his head. "Draco Malfoy."

Ah yes. Sishu. The new term for sushi. Yuugi decided that it might be a good idea to get a bilingual dictionary just to polish up on the differences, in case any one else might have some odd questions for him that happened to be well versed in travels. "Yuugi Motou." Perhaps it was his turn for some questions. "Have you ever been to Jepain?"

"No, but my father has. He's a very influential member of the International Confederation of Wizards, you know. He has met a lot of important wizards from there, too. All of them purebloods, of course, and he knows of such things."

Pompous ass, Yuugi and Yami both thought together. You don't go flaunting around your status…

"Are you going to Hogwarts this year," Draco continued.

"Yeah, how'd you guess," Yuugi asked easily, yet underneath testy about anyone knowing too much about him.

"Most students get brand new robes for school. Anyone starting out, especially in your year, gets new ones." He paused a moment. "Of course, there are the much lower families who only have hand-me-downs, but you needn't worry too terribly much about them. I can tell you what house you want to be in, and who you should associate with."

-Little bastard, he's worse than Kaiba,- Yami commented coldly. Yuugi was still wondering what on earth a 'house' was. It had to mean something at the school, and he was beginning to think that he didn't like the sound of it.

Wait a minute…year… "What do you mean, especially my year?" Yuugi questioned. Was there something special about sixth years?

"Well, you know, being a first year and all, you need robes, and you won't know of anything going on at Hogwarts, like just how much of a crack-pot our Headmaster is."

Yuugi was a little more inclined to like Dumbledore if someone like Draco was insulting him. He wouldn't trust anything he had to say at all.

"I'm not a first year," Yuugi stated, trying to hold back his indignation. "I'm a sixth year."

Draco laughed. "Right, just like that hair you have is natural!"

"It is natural," Yuugi shot back, bristling with growing anger.

Draco looked at him and began to laugh again, then stopped as he noticed Yuugi's narrowed eyes. "Well, you don't have to get all haughty about it. But you still can't be a sixth year. No one has ever started out ahead in Hogwarts, and even if you're an exchange student you can't be anymore than a second year."

"I'm seventeen," Yuugi said firmly.

The blonde seemed to not believe him, but didn't press the matter. "So who are your parents? My father is Lucious Malfoy. Certainly you've heard of him."

"My parents are dead," Yuugi said harshly, "and no, I've never heard of your family before."

Draco sneered. "You must be muggle-born then."

Yuugi felt, for the first time, the little nerve above his eye twitch in annoyance. Not even Malik had him this angered before. Draco seemed to know how to really get on his nerves. Yami was ready to teach him a lesson, but Yuugi gently urged him to keep a low profile.

And what the hell was a muggle?!

"Whatever," he replied. "Minikui, iyana baka." (Ill-looking, un-pleasant fool/idiot.)

"What," Draco questioned loudly, disdaining the thought of inferiority.

"I'm back, I have the measuring tape so I can fit you for your new robes," the woman with brown hair declared as she returned, immediately setting to work on measuring Yuugi accordingly. Draco looked quite angry, but stayed wisely silent in the presence of the adult.

:We're going to have to keep our eye out for him, he's most likely to cause trouble after this little incident.:

-Agreed. If the little worm tries anything he's going to find his memory wiped in five seconds flat.-

Half an hour later Yuugi met Harry at the front of the store, both of them now carrying bags with a couple of new robes in them.

"Now that that's over," Yuugi stated, "What's next on the list?" He decided that perhaps he would wait to ask Harry about Draco, if indeed they truly both attended Hogwarts. And to ask all of the questions he had buzzing around inside of his head about what was going to happen to him once he finally got to the school.

Harry looked at the parchment and green-scrawled cursive. "Flourish and Blotts for books."

In fact, they were now standing right in front of the store, the wood sign hanging just above their heads. Both went in, and the store keeper looked at them kindly, silently taking note of Yuugi's hair. "And what can I get for you boys today?"

"Umm…" Harry pondered out loud, looking at their list. "We need one Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky, one Hogwarts, a History, two Standard Book of Spells Grade six, one Beginning Transfiguration and Intermediate Transfiguration, and finally two books of each Mastering Transfiguration and Magical Creatures, a Practical Guide by Susie Finnigean." Harry took a breath after all of that, making sure to take into consideration all of the books that Yuugi would need in order to catch up.

"Coming right up," he stated, grabbing a very large bag from under the counter.

"Oh," Harry stated. "We also need to get you a standard size 2 pewter cauldron, and some dragon hide gloves."

"Ooh, dragon hide. Sounds like we get to do some fun things," Yuugi stated.

Harry blinked. "Right."

Harry put a few eagle quill feathers on the counter as well, waiting for all of it to be rung up. Yuugi paid his share as did Harry, and they were off to the next stop.

Afterwards, the two headed off to the Apothecary for potions supplies and dragon-hide gloves, then a break for ice cream.

Yuugi sat down licking his ice cream happily, enjoying the sunshine that poured atop his head. "Man, this is good stuff," he replied.

Harry agreed, licking his cookies-and-cream flavored ice cream cone. "You know," he stated absently. "We should probably get you an owl."

"Why," Yuugi asked curiously.

"That's how wizards send letters is by Owl Post. They don't do anything electronically here."

Yuugi furrowed his brow. "You're not originally from here?"

"I grew up in the muggle society," Harry stated.

"And what on earth is a muggle," Yuugi asked perplexed, thinking back upon his earlier conversation.

"Non-magic people."

Yuugi made an 'o' shape with his lips, now comprehending. "Well, okay then. Off to get an owl."

Polishing off his ice cream, Harry stood, followed by Yuugi. Just down the street the sign Magical Menagerie was slightly flapping in the breeze.

Walking in, the undersized teenager was greeted with the sounds of birds and owls chirping and hooting madly, colorful little mice and rates scurrying about in their cages, and cats of every color imaginable scattered here and there. Again, Yuugi was mesmerized. I feel like all of the cards in my deck came to life of their own accord.

Harry stood appreciating the one eagle that was silent in his cage, and Yuugi suddenly spotted something that he couldn't tear his eyes away from. "I can't believe they have one," he cried, his mouth open in awe. Harry came over and looked, seeing a very large falcon eyeing him from inside of his cage.

"What is it, exactly," Harry questioned.

Yuugi was ecstatic as he looked on at the red-orange bird. "It's a desert gyre. Gods, they're almost as rare as a mountain gyre, and those are pure white."

The shop owner came up behind them, unsure. "You don't really want that one, dears. He's a nasty young bird who hasn't allowed anyone to go near him. His beak could rip off a man's arm, and his wing span in almost fifteen feet. You'd never be able to contain him for long."

"Please," Yuugi pleaded. "Let me at least try."

Hesitantly, the woman handed him some leather gloves, but Yuugi refused. He knew that many birds who were offset by humans were wary of such things, the obtrusive size causing them to think that it might try to inflict harm. Shaking her head, the woman opened the cage. If he was so insistent, it was his arm, not hers.

Yuugi held his arm at the cage door, holding it there steadily. :Come, beautiful one. Come speak to me.:

The bird perked its head up instantly. :…Come?:

:That's right. Come to me. Come speak to me.:

The raptor moved hesitantly forward a couple of inches. :You? Who you?…Old one. Ancient One.:

Both Yuugi and Yami were slightly surprised that the bird knew the pharaoh's age. Of course, animals were very perceptive. Perhaps it was little wonder. The grammar could hardly hope to get better, but it was decent for a bird. Most falcons and gyres were more intelligent than the common bird. One of the reasons they were that much harder to control.

And normal humans blamed it on instinct…

:Yes pretty one. Very old. Come speak to me.:

The shop-keeper's eyes as well as Harry's grew very large when the desert gyre stepped onto Yuugi's arm without so much as a peep, keeping very careful control over his talons as he wrapped his grip around skin and a thick gold bracelet.

Yuugi smiled as he stood upright, gazing at the bird adoringly. :May I pet you? Your feathers are very beautiful.:

The gyre ruffled his feathers appreciatively, adoring the compliments he was receiving. :Pet? Yes. Pet good.:

Yuugi ran his fingers down the smooth chest of the large bird, smiling when bead-like eyes closed in bliss. :Would you like a home, beautiful friend? A place to live?:

:…?: the bird sent him, the very thought seeming to be foreign.

:Yes, home.:

The bird made a cooing noise deep within its throat. :Yes. Home sounds nice. Go home with you.:

Yuugi smiled triumphantly. Now to come up with a name. He was stumped until Yami supplied one that seemed to fit perfectly. :Would you like the name Horus, lovely? After an Egyptian god?:

The gyre opened its eyes back up again, blinking at him intelligently. :Yes. Horus sounds nice. Go home with you. Fair deal.:

Yuugi grinned as he looked back up at the shop keeper, who currently had her mouth hanging open. "I'd like to take him."

Harry couldn't believe that the sheer size of the bird wasn't pulling him down. He had to way a lot!

"Uh," she stuttered, "three galleons. No more. I probably wouldn't be able to sell him to anyone else, anyway. The last chap who tried to hold him is at Saint Mungo's right now for a crippled limb."

:Nasty bad man…said would clip wings to keep me down! Bad man!: Yuugi was shocked at what he heard, and eased his new bird's angered heart.

When he first realized that he could mind-speak with other animals who were at least slightly intelligent, he had been quite surprised, but then Yami pointed out that talking with animals mind-to-mind was a lot like talking to the shadows, and he had been right. It made perfect sense that his abilities would carry over to Yuugi, considering how closely they were bonded.

"Will he be able to send mail, too," Yuugi asked Harry.

"Sure," Harry shrugged. "So long as he wants to do you the favor."

Yuugi dug out three of the large coins that Harry had shown him earlier, handing them to the lady now at the counter. "Thank you," he stated. "I'll make sure Horus has a good home."

The shop-keeper made a face at the name, but said nothing.

:Yami, why is it that Horus is so light on my arm?: Yuugi asked curiously.

-Magic, Yuugi. Not only ours, but I think that Horus has trace amounts of magic running through him as well, and he doesn't want to be a burden to us.-

Magic? Yuugi turned back once more before leaving. "Ma'am, how long do birds like him usually live?"

"Oh, I'd say about forty years or so," she stated. "The magic animals have help them to live longer than muggle pets."

It was Yuugi's turn to be surprised at the magic in this world now. So long for an animal to live.

Really, though. This was a comfort. He knew how good of friends animals could become, and this meant that he would have this companion for a long time. "Thank you again," he stated, and walked with Harry out the door.

Harry was in complete shock. This was possibly as bad as Hagrid with his pet dragon. "Hey, Yuugi, you wouldn't happen to have a pet dragon stuffed in your pocket, would you?" Harry asked suddenly.

Yuugi muffled his shock at the question, suddenly turning suspicious. No, he didn't have one in his pocket, and his duel monsters weren't pets. They were allies and friends, and they belonged in his deck holster. "No," he stated honestly. "Why?" He certainly wasn't going to reveal the existence of Ra and Osiris in his deck, either. He had luckily won Ra from Malik in their last duel, and thereby relinquished most of Malik's power and insanity. Kaiba still had Obelisk in his deck, and refused to duel for it too. Perhaps he realized that he never would win against Yuugi?

"Just curious," Harry stated relieved. "A friend of mine had a little incident with that a few years ago."

Yuugi let out his breath as well. "Oh. Nope, no dragons in my pocket."

Setting Horus on his shoulder, Yuugi looked at the parchment that Professor McGonagall had given to him that morning, seeing one last thing on the list. "I still need a wand.," he stated.

"Right," Harry replied, pointing down the street. "Down this way."

The two walked down the street towards their destination, and Yuugi suddenly realized that they had passed this way many times already.

The bell chimed above them as they entered, and Yuugi saw an older looking man with silver eyes shining at them in the pale gloom of the dusty shop. "Good afternoon," the man's soft voice murmured, and he gave Yuugi a funny look. "Indeed, a new comer has joined the ranks…so very good to see you sir."

"Hello," Yuugi said, feeling a sudden sense of deja-vu, the first time he met Isis and her mysterious predictions flittering to the front of his mind.

"Hello, Harry," the man greeted. "How's your wand? Good? Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

"Good," Harry replied.

"I am Mr. Ollivander," the man introduced himself to Yuugi, giving a warm smile and extending his hand for a shake.

Yuugi was much more accustomed to polite bows, but worked past his unease and shook the man's hand. "Yuugi Motou."

"Now," Mr. Ollivander said, "which is your wand arm?"

"Umm…" Yuugi had no idea what he meant.

"The hand you write with," Harry supplied.

"Oh," Yuugi said. "My right hand." He wondered if he should take into account the fact that Yami was left handed. Taking Horus off his shoulder, he allowed the bird to sit on a wooden chair next to the counter. :Find good wand for you, yes. Need good wand. Strong. Gold maybe,: Horus chirped merrily. Yuugi raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Mr. Ollivander took out a measuring tape with silver markings on it, and measured Yuugi from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and then around his head. Yuugi suddenly realized with wide eyes that the measuring tape was doing so of its own accord, and Mr. Ollivander began to flitter around the shelves, looking for boxes of wands. "That will do," he said, right in the middle of the tape measuring the space between Yuugi's nostrils, and it fell limp to the floor.

"Now, try this one, Mr. Motou. Beach wood and dragon heartstring, eight inches. Flexible. Go on, wave it around a bit."

Yuugi did so, and felt rather silly for a moment as the wand was nothing but a stick in his hand, when suddenly the entire room was filled with a brilliant flare of light. Horus squawked in indignation at the blinding glare. Yuugi squeaked and dropped what he had been holding, noting that when the light receded the wand he had previously been holding was now nothing but ashes on the floor.

"Um," he gulped helplessly. "Was that supposed to happen?" He noted that Harry was gaping at him with an unhinged jaw, at a complete loss for what happened.

Mr. Ollivander remained expressionless. "Indeed," he stated.

He went to the back of the shelves and pulled out a rather long box of black cardboard. "Try this. Purple-heart and dragon heart string, sixteen inches. Powerful."

Hesitantly, Yuugi grabbed the want from Mr. Ollivander's hand, even more frightened when he didn't even have a chance to wave it before it, too, exploded.

-I don't think our Shadow magick is mixing in well with their magic,- Yami stated. -This is never going to work.- It did make sense. The energies they used compared to the wizarding world were on an entirely different plane. It wasn't ever going to work.

"Yes, indeed, what a strange case this is. Just a moment, young man. Perhaps there is something left for you."

Yuugi looked over at Harry as the man left questioningly. "Does this happen often?"

"Never."

Yuugi swallowed the lump in his throat. He managed to keep Yami and the powers of the puzzle a secret thus far, he wasn't going to allow it to be ruined yet.

"Yes, here we are," Mr. Ollivander stated, having returned. The box that he had was long, perhaps even longer than the one he had earlier. It wasn't black like the last one, or brown for that matter. It looked to be the same color as…Yuugi couldn't believe it. It was covered in papyrus. And he recognized…no. Yami recognized what it said on the side. It was in hieroglyphs. kkwy Atemu…

Dark Atemu… Yami's true name as pharaoh.

-It can't be, Yami almost pleaded. -I never, ever had one. It's not possible, I—

:Hush,: Yuugi soothed. : It's possible that there was a you here in this dimension, five thousand years ago, that ruled. It would make sense that the you here would have one, as those that are most powerful have magic. It's another dimension entirely…:

It was possible. But did that mean that there was another Yuugi here running around in Jepain?

-No,- Yami declared. -We still have contact here with the Shadow Realm, meaning that if I sealed it in my own time in our own dimension, then the Atemu of this dimension was never troubled with it, and thus his soul wasn't ripped apart in the sealing of the shadows.-

Yuugi's head began to spin with all of the thoughts about traveling through dimensions.

Just how many different dimensions could the Shadow Realm be connected to that they didn't know about?

Mr. Ollivander opened the box up, and took out a wand that flashed with gold. "This is a very old wand, Mr. Motou. The last creation of the ancient Egyptian goldsmiths for wands. They were simply too powerful. A core of dragon heart string, rubies, and onyx. Dusted with silver, placed in electron, and coated heavily in gold. Seventeen inches. I doubt it'll do anything, though."

Electron…Yuugi remembered hearing about that stuff. It was a metal that was a mixture of both gold and silver, prized by pharaoh's for many years. It made soft gold stronger, and kept beautiful silver from tarnishing.

-I had a chariot made of electron,- Yami reflected.

Yuugi took the wand hesitantly from Mr. Ollivander, feeling a warmth spread through his fingers. Swirls of light appeared on the gold surface, and Yuugi suddenly realized that magick hieroglyphs had been engraved into it, only noticeable when power was coursing through the wand. He waved it once and a shower of red and violet sparks shot from the end.

"Well then, that's it," Mr. Ollivander stated in disbelief. "After all these years…wands have not been made in metal for many years, Mr. Motou. It is far too powerful. Far too strong. No one could ever hope to use one these days…but you. Oh, the power you must have floating around within you…"

Misty eyes pierced Yuugi's body, and he began wishing that the man would at least blink.

"Yes, thirteen galleons, Mr. Motou. Thank you now, good day to you."

Yuugi and Harry were ushered out of there quickly. Well, so much for staying inconspicuous.

Harry took his wand from out of his pocket. "Talk about making mine feel inferior."

Yuugi flushed hotly. "Don't feel too bad. You probably won't see mine too often. I don't like to draw too much attention."

Harry looked up at Yuugi's hair and raised an eyebrow. Yuugi sighed. "For the last time, I was born with it!"

"Right," Harry stated, heading back to the leaky cauldron.

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*wipes forehead* Okay, that took a while. Gomen ne minna-san for the delay. I've been soooo busy. (But then again, haven't we all?)

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