1Alias of Chaos

Yuugi could hardly sit still throughout his meal. His eyes, wether he willed them to or not, kept on moving back up towards the faculty table, gazing upon Isis's stoic face. She, so far, seemed unperturbed that another person from her own dimension was then right in front of her for no apparent reason.

Yuugi and Yami both knew better. Isis was very good at hiding her emotions.

This they knew all too well.

Ron and Harry didn't seem to notice his constant eye shift, but he noticed Hermione give him a fleeting questioning look before turning away again and striking up a conversation with the ghost next to her.

Wait, a ghost?

"Excuse me," Yuugi spoke up. Hermione and the ghost looked over to him. "Yes," they both asked simultaneously.

"You're a ghost?"

"I am indeed," the transparent man replied with dignity. "My name is Sir Nicholas, pleasure to meet you young man. I am the ghost of the Gryffindor House."

"Everyone calls him nearly headless Nick, though," Ron stated next to him with his mouth full of chicken.

"Nearly headless," Yuugi asked.

Hermione shook her head vigorously. "No, don't ask!"

Nick tilted his head down, pulled at his hair, and revealed the ghostly silver arteries in his severed neck. Yuugi winced. "I see." Nick plopped his head back in place with a sickening 'squish,' and floated on down the table without another word.

"Wonder who we'll be doubled up with in potions this year," Harry mused out loud.

"Who else," Ron snapped. "It's almost always with Slytherin."

"Doubled," Yuugi asked. He hated all of the questions, but then again he also hated being left in the dark.

"Most classes are only taken with your house," Hermione elaborated. "But sometimes classes get doubled up with other houses. It usually happens in Potions and Care for Magical Creatures, and a couple more."

Yuugi tested the pumpkin juice, finding the taste rather delicious. "Makes sense. So...what do you guys know about most of the teachers? A couple of them I saw at the Orde- owe!" Yuugi glared at Ron next to him, rubbing his ribs that had just been elbowed harshly. "What?" He asked.

"Um..." Harry started. He looked around a little warily, and Yuugi got the impression they didn't want anyone to hear this conversation. "We don't talk much about that," he spoke quietly. "You mean...the ah...summer retreat?" He hoped that he was playing along with the right thing. He was only elbowed at the mention of the Order of the Phoenix.

Ron looked at him confusedly. "The what," he asked. Hermione glared at him. Something in his head seemed to click. "Oh, right, that...yeah, we don't."

"Hm." :This is interesting. They don't want to talk about the Order in public. I wonder why that is:

He could sense inside that Yami was heavily contemplating. :Considering the events of our arrival, I am assuming that the person or group that found us is a secretive society. Very secret, perhaps. And if they deal with this Voldemort, who is supposedly pure evil, then they are a in a sense the 'good guys' acting under cover to find him and stop him. These children's parents, Ron's at least, are directly involved, and by default of children ears they hear and know about what's going on. How involved they are, I don't know. But I suppose that it does make sense.:

Yuugi suddenly had a revelation. :I know the way Isis works just as much as you do. I'll bet that she knows a lot more about this world than we do, and I'll bet that she even knew we were here, or coming here. In fact, she could have even found a confidant with the Headmaster Dumbledore or perhaps one of the other professors. We just might have more allies than we anticipated:

:Good news indeed, but let's make sure of that with Isis first, and make sure that it is the right Isis we are in fact talking to.:

"Well then, anyway, after we're done with dinner we can go up to out rooms," Yuugi asked.

"Yes," Harry said, "but you have to have the password."

Yuugi sighed. This world was too complicated. "And what is the password, and where do I have to have it?"

"Heffalump," Hermione stated. "And you tell it to the Fat Lady. That's the portrait that hands over the Gryffindor common room entrance."

"I'm going to tell it to a picture?"

"Yup."

"What happens if I get it wrong?"

"The Fat Lady just refuses to let you in. If you keep it up, she'll scream until someone comes and makes you leave."

Talking pictures. Fabulous.

"Heffalump," Harry asked suddenly. "Why that?"

"Dumbeldore saw the new Winnie the Pooh movie, and insisted it was used for at least a little while," Hermione replied. Hermione knew this, of course, because she made Head Girl that year.

Diner didn't not last for too much longer. People started getting up and wandering up to their rooms with full bellies and tired eyes. Yuugi kept waiting, even as the rest of the Gryffindor table left. He noticed, rather unsurprised, that Isis had yet to leave.

"Hey, Yuugi, are you coming?"

The teen was torn from his thought as he saw Ron, Harry, and Hermione were now standing and ready to leave. "No, you go on ahead, I'm going to ask Dumbledore something."

"All right," Harry said. "See you later."

"See you guys."

The three of them left, leaving Yuugi alone in the room with a few other teachers. He noticed as Isis got up, said her goodnights to the headmaster, and started to leave the dining hall. Yuugi followed her immediately, and saw, as he entered the rather dark corridor outside, she was heading to a darker, secluded corner. Yuugi followed her quickly.

"Isis," he whispered loudly.

She turned around and looked at him, her lavender eyes warming up. "Yuugi."

She knew him. Relief flooded his system. "Isis, you have no idea how much of a relief it is to see you. What's going on? I know why I'm here, but why are you here? Why is there so much secrecy with everyone? What's going to happen?"

She chuckled softly, holding her hand up defensively. "One question at a time, please. I've been trying to speculate just why I'm here, and the rest of us for that matter."

Yuugi felt Yami take over. "What do you meant the rest of us?"

Isis gave a small nod of her head in respect. "Pharaoh. Good to see you. What I mean is, all of the Sennen Items and their owners are here. Where are all of them? I don't know. Malik is at the Order right now. Shadi will show up here later. He'll be teaching an advanced Divination class. We believe, so far, that the items cannot exist alone in another dimension. When you were summoned here, Pharaoh, it pulled the rest of the Items and their owners here too. What the real question is 'how to we get home?'"

"You don't know where Bakura is?"

Her face fell sadly. "I'm afraid not."

Yami cursed in Egyptian.

"Yami, I suggest that you tell Dumbledore of your existence. He told me you and Yuugi have been stubborn lately at revealing yourself. I understand your caution, but you must believe me when I tell you that the future will not work out unless you have his understanding and support."

He sighed. "Only if you're sure, Isis. I'm wary to trust any here."

"I know. And Harry Potter has a longer history here than you know of. Talk to Dumbledore. He'll tell you. But you must see him tonight."

"And what of this 'Voldemort," character? What has happened to him?"

She blinked at him curiously. "You don't remember what you did to him?"

Yami looked at her levelly. "In my anger, the Shadows gained almost complete control."

Her faced paled significantly. "Dear Ra...if there's anything left of him, it'll be a miracle."

He nodded. "I wish I did know what I did to him. Yuugi remembers very little as well." He ran a hand through his hair. "At least this is some of an update. Thank you Isis. I'll go speak to Dumbledore now. I hope this turns out all right."

"Just so you know," Isis stated before he could turn around to leave. "Dumbledore is the one that found you and Yuugi in that cemetery just minutes after you destroyed your summoner."

"Yeah," Yuugi stated, now back in control. "I figured as much."

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Yuugi stood, starring at the door to the Headmaster's office. He tapped his foot, waiting for Dumbledore to let him in. He was really tired, and would have liked to go to bed, but if Isis was so sure about revealing Yami to him, she was probably right about it.

The door opened, and Yuugi walked in. The room was circular, and there were pictures hanging all over the walls of previous headmasters. Yuugi chuckled a little as most of them were snoring away, and some of them reading a book.

"Welcome, Yuugi."

Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, dumping some sugar into his tea.

"Hello, Professor."

"So, I take it you know Isis quite well."

"Yes, we're old friends." He tilted his head to the side. "How much has she told you?"

"Enough, I suppose." He motioned to the chair in front of his desk. "Have a seat, won't you? Have some tea?"

"Yes, tea would be nice. Thank you." He sat down, still a little worried about how he was going to explain all of this.

"Professor, I'm not sure where I should begin..."

"Start at the beginning. And, when you get to the end, stop."

Best advice I've ever heard,- Yami commented.

"Well, hm...that's a pretty long story. All right, for starters, I didn't just land in that cemetery by accident."

Wide, bushy eyebrows rose marginally. "That, as much, I had guessed."

"Hm, right. Well, anyway, as I'm sure you know, a spirit, no matter how powerful, is subject to being summoned."

"Oh, yes, quite. Shaman's attempt this all the time."

"Well, Voldemort had summoned me here."

"You?"

Yuugi rubbed his eyes. "Well, not me specifically. Just apart of me."

"Really?"

Yuugi closed his eyes, and the next time they opened, pure red dyed his once purple eyes. "I was the one that was summoned," Yami spoke. "Most know me as 'Yami,' but my true name was Atemu."

"And you're not Yuugi?"

"No, I am different than Yuugi. I am, however, a part of him. I was a Pharaoh from ancient Egypt. Where I came from, there was an evil that spread further and wider than any could control it. I was forced to seal it, in order to save the lives of millions, and to do so it caused my soul to be ripped in half. The darker half, my Ba, was sealed inside of this puzzle." He held up the Sennen puzzle for the Headmaster to see. "The other half went on to be reborn, and that is Yuugi. Yuugi found my puzzle, completed it, and thus released me. But, with releasing me, he also released all of the evil that I locked up thousands of years before. Here's where it gets a little strange, however..."

"Indeed," Dumbledore inquired.

"We're not from this dimension. I'm not the Atemu that scholars here know of."

"No?"

"From my guess, the Atemu here dabbled in dimensional magick, and found records of my struggles with the Games. He must have left documentation of it, and that's what Voldemort found. Voldemort must have known that my power exceeded all other spirits, including the Atemu here, for my being became integrated into the Shadows, and gave me control over them. That's why he summoned me. He wanted to bind me to him, however, to do his bidding, and it would thus have torn me away from Yuugi. I will not have that. Not now, not ever. I wish I could remember what I did to him, but I'm afraid the Shadows were in control, and I can't. My memory, once again, is shrouded."

Dumbledore took a sip of his tea. "Is that all?"

Yami blinked. "Isn't that enough?"

"What about these shadows you speak of?"

Yami held out his hand, allowing a few wisps of Shadows to dance around in his palm. "The Shadow Realm is endless. I believe it is through the Shadow Realm that I will get home, but how at the moment I've yet to figure it out. These Shadows have the ability to crush souls and minds in a intance." He closed his palm, and the purple, black, and green energies died out in a puff.

"Interesting," Albus stated matter-of-fact-ly.

"Interesting," Yuugi stated, pushing his way to control. "My other half just spilled out life history, and all you have to say is 'interesting! We almost die, and all you have to say is 'interesting! We have the ability to destroy the populace of your entire school and it's only interesting!"

"Aibou, calm down!" Yami stated, his body pushed out and forced to take physical form in Yuugi's frustration. He grabbed hold around Yuugi's waist, holding him in place as the teen struggled to get across the Headmaster's desk.

Albus looked intrigued at the second third body in the room. "You can take your own physical form? Now that is fascinating! Yuugi, do you have to keep extra pairs of socks because of that?"

"Oh..." Yuugi stated. "They're right! You are a crackpot! Let me go, Yami, I'll show him how severe this situation is! We've got a bloodthirsty killer and thief on the loose, and everything is fascinating, and intriguing!"

"Who's the killer and thief," Albus asked.

"Bakura," Yami stated. "Another spirit, like me, but he was a tomb raider. Ryou's probably scared senseless, and Bakura is highly unstable. We have to find them before they cause some real damage."

"And you haven't seen what Malik can do. At least he's stable at the moment. But Bakura! He doesn't have a sister to lock him in his room when he's been misbehaving!" Yuugi roared on.

"Young master," Dumbledore stated gravely, "if things weren't in utter chaos, that is when I'd truly worry. Don't worry. We'll find your thief friend. Tea?" He held up the tea cup that Yuugi had yet to drink from.

After some more huffing and puffing, he finally cooled down, and downed the tea in one drink. "Who can we trust," he asked.

The Headmaster sat back down again, opening up one of his drawers and rummaging through it. "No one in Slytherin. I'd stay well away from the Malfoys. Keep your thoughts to yourself. Please, have a seat once more. Let me tell you a little bit about our history, and the story of The Boy Who Lived."

Yami sat down, and, since there was no other chair, Yuugi sat in his lap. Finally, some real answers.

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