THANK GOD FOR SPRING BREAK!

No, seriously. I love this. I'm still really, really busy, but I'm free! Yay!

/Blah/ - Ryou to Bakura

-/Blah/Bakura to Ryou

Oh, right. I seem to be forgetting to do a disclaimer...silly me. But honestly people, would you be posting on fanfiction (specifically named for a reason, we assume!) if you owned the plotlines, characters, or stories?

Didn't think so.

But anyway, as a nice gesture I will offer the Rabid Lawyers this.I DO NOT OWN THAT OF WHICH I TYPE! GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULLS AND LEAVE ME ALONE!

(Breathes deeply) On a happier note, please enjoy the chapter I have posted for both my amusement and yours.

Minds of Their Own

"Hold out your wand arm, please."

The two thieves looked at each other. Together, they intoned, "I'm ambidextrous."

Ollivander nodded and released two separate tape measurers. They floated and snapped amongst the two, measuring arms, hands, noses, eyelashes, fingernails, nostrils, hair, and ears. Kurama swatted away his as it went for a more private area – Bakura glared at his before it could do anything of the sort. Both rolls scurried back to Ollivander's pocket, giving off a scalded, diminutive air.

The shopkeeper smiled faintly, opening a drawer the pair of devices was only too happy to return in. "Good enough. Pass these between the two of you and wave the wand away from the other person – if it sets something on fire, shatters, implodes, or explodes an object, renders someone unconscious, or creates general panic, disorder, and chaos, it is not your wand and the other gets a try. You need not wave the wand more than once." He began rapidly pulling wands off the shelf, their boxes piling into a mass of wood on the counter, then headed into yet another adjoining room to procure yet another armful.

Bakura seized a box in front of him, opening it and removing the wand inside from its tissue wrapping, Kurama doing likewise. Snickering quietly, he nonchalantly waved the wand in Kurama's general direction whilst looking the other direction.

The result was startling. An enormous jet of purple light shot out from the wand, aiming itself for the unsuspecting kitsune's back. As Kurama waved his own wand towards the window, an orb of white light completely encased him, fending off most of the jet. Both thieves dropped the wands, fresh red burn marks on their hands.

The magical sticks of wood seemed to have other ideas, however, and levitated in front of their respective owners, the blast and the shield intensifying in power, one matching the other. Expletives were muttered from both sides as the white lashed out towards the purple's owner; the purple responded accordingly and set out a shield, mirrored of the white.

The steady streams became short blasts, white resembling foxes with their fangs exposed, purple in sharp daggers. Each began cracking the other shield, explosions sounding throughout the room.

Each shield split apart with a blinding white light, briefly blinding both thieves and an unfortunately-timed returning Ollivander. Bakura and Kurama were knocked to the ground, the wands mysteriously coming back in place to their hands.

Ollivander was the first up, eyes gleaming. "I told you not to point the wands at each other for a reason, young sirs. I suggest you take my advice in the future, and count yourselves lucky that you found your suitable wands so quickly."

Bakura glared at the wand in his hand, and made to fling it across the room. It flew a good six feet before changing directions and sticking back in his still-flat palm. Cursing lightly, he noticed the wand was now a gold color.

In fact, it was gold.

"No – absolutely not. I am not copying the pharaoh and his brat!"

"You are not precisely copying him, Mr. Bakura. Though they have the same material, yours contains one black and one white unicorn tail hair, coming from two of the strongest of the species I've ever seen. Once each was plucked, they intertwined with the other."

"It's still too close for my comfort, thank you very much."

/I kind of like it, Bakura! Besides, he said it was from the strongest of the species, didn't he/

Bakura's face smoothed over as he heard Ryou speak. -/Perhaps you're right, ahou. Perhaps you're right./-

Ollivander explained Kurama's wand while the spirit was in conversation. "Your wand, young sir, is made of a lovely branch of-"

"Rosewood, I know."

Ollivander beamed, pleased that Kurama knew the casing. "Yes, and the core is a lovely strand from the hair of-"

"A kitsune? Where did you ever acquire that?"

"Our shop was robbed some hundreds of years ago when it was first established, and we found this folded between the pages of our records."

Kurama sighed, rubbing his temples. "Of course – why not?"

"Oi, Kurama! You two done in there yet? We're bored!"

Ollivander smiled at the two. "It seems your friends are waiting. Contact me if you have any problems with that wand."

The group left after paying a gargantuan sum of nearly 120 galleons. They met the headmaster back at the bank, as earlier decided. Yusuke flinched as he saw the streak of a purple Knight Bus returning in their direction.

(A/N: Wow….Harry is FINALLY making an appearance. Amazing, ne?)

Harry Potter, hero and savior of the Wizarding world, was having the decidedly worst summer of his life. Though the Dursely's were giving him more space than ever, the thought of his godfather's death was more than he could bear.

Letters came from Hermione and Ron, both of which were sympathetic to his plight. However, space between the three diluted the comfort that was sent.

Hermione's summer seemed to be going very well for her. She was visiting a penpal in Japan named Mai Valentine – also meeting the girl's friends, including her boyfriend Joey Wheeler and his cousin Kazuma Kuwabara. The Gryffindor, though very happy to encounter a new culture, seemed to be sucked into a life consumed in make-up and boys. She was also rather irate that she had missed meeting Seto Kaiba (The Seto Kaiba, Harry! Can you imagine? she'd ranted) by three days.

Ron was having an almost overly-eventful summer. His parents were staying mainly at the Order, so Bill and Charlie were taking turns being the parent figures for the family. Kitchen fires and raw-egg fights were a constant, and a giant prank war with Fred and George's experimental jokes ran wild. If that wasn't enough, Ginny had a constant barrage of suitors coming to the house, all of which were chased off by her older brothers, making the young girl retaliate and start a cycle of prank wars with more vehemence than the rest of the family combined.

Thankfully, he'd just received a letter from Dumbledore, saying someone would be arriving at the Dursely's home in two days to pick him up. He'd be staying at Hogwarts until the first term started, seeing as he'd refused to stay at the 'Most Noble House of Black' and the Weasely's home had been declared unsafe.

Just two more days.

Two more days.

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