Wow. My reviewers rock. Ten minutes after I posted the chapter, I had TEN REVIEWS waiting in my inbox. You have no idea how happy that makes me. And once again, I do not own YYH, YGO, or HP.

Well, here's the chapter you've all been waiting for. The entrance of our…erm….esteemed….bishies (and one bishoju) and the Sorting of Mokuba! (Smiles sheepishly) When I first wrote this, I totally forgot about Botan. And my informal beta(mysteriously) didn't catch it either. The fact that I emailed it to her at, like, 1:00 AM probably didn't help much, though.

Please, read on.

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: I want a quick recount. Please tell me if you want shonen ai included in this story or not. There will be no yaoi. I tried writing it (briefly) and failed miserably. But I'm perfectly willing to insert a great deal of fluffiness. However, I'm also sensitive to the fact that many people are offended by this, and am willing to write the story either way. But the only way I know what you want is if you review, guys. And the votes I get from this chapter will determine which way the story goes.

Enter Stage Left

Three weeks passed in which both black haired boys got to know each other very well. Harry related his life's story to Mokuba (omitting a few details) and Mokuba told Harry about his life (omitting many details). They became rather fast friends, and Harry was sure that both Hermione and Ron would be more than happy to accept him.

Harry had the privilege of meeting all the new teachers, though he only very rarely saw any but Professors Kaiba, Urameshi (who insisted on being called Yusuke), and Moto. The others seemed very fond of disappearing, which was always explained away as 'family business', 'errands', 'thinking time', or one ludicrous statement from Professor Urameshi that made everyone around him chuckle, 'Oh, she's just heading back to the Spirit World to update the toddler Prince on what you're doing, Potter. Why are you so damn nosy, anyway?'.

He'd written to both Hermione and Ron about the new teaching staff (Ron had been overjoyed they'd acquired a new Divination teacher that seemed halfway normal), telling them they seemed to be rather normal, if a bit reclusive, all things considered. He did mention that one of the teachers had found a way of getting electronics to work within the school – he'd failed to say that Seto Kaiba was the one teaching. He thought he'd leave that for Hermione's surprise.

He was sitting at the Gryffindor table when the students arrived in one massive, overpowering soundwave. He grinned, though – the Great Hall had been much too empty with just him, Mokuba, and a few teachers to occupy it – though he and the black haired youth had immediately sent a few owls off to deplete Fred and George's stock to rectify the situation. Dumbledore himself had purchased a few crates of the twin's famous fireworks, claiming he was 'Helping the graduates of Hogwarts in later life.' Harry strongly suspected he just liked to see the scowl on Filch's face whenever the hyperactive lightshows started to whistle.

He'd been immediately tackled by Hermione (and informed by Ron that he'd gotten the same treatment) who was ecstatic she finally got to see her friends. Mokuba had mysteriously disappeared, saying he needed to help his brother and the other teachers make a 'Good First Impression'. Sadly enough, he was highly invaluable to the seven newest teachers. Harry had heard they wanted to make a scene to start the school year off, "With a bang!" as Yusuke had put it. None of them were yet seated at the Professor's Table, and both of Harry's friends had noticed the empty seats as soon as the Sorting of the First Years was completed. Food now lined every inch of the table; gold dishes, goblets and flatware experiencing a high amount of use.

"Hey Harry? You've been here for a while, right? Where are they all?"

"I'm sure they'll show up when they're ready, Ron."

"Oh, come on, Hermione! Aren't you the least bit curious? We've even got a new subject!"

"Like I said, we'll meet them when the time comes," she repeatedly patiently. Harry, however could see her twitching every now and then in impatience. "We have them for classes, don't we? And for goodness sake, don't talk with that much food in your mouth. I never want to see potatoes in that state again."

Harry grinned at his two bickering friends, but wisely kept his mouth shut. Instead, he looked to the enchanted ceiling, where a large thunderstorm mirrored the weather outside – yet another reason he was glad he'd come to school early. A particularly nasty crack of thunder sounded, and the door was blown open with a jet of blue light, blinding everyone in the hall.

Fingers still outstretched in his Spirit Gun formation, Yusuke grinned at the students that were gaping at him. "Hey! Don't we get a Hogwarts welcome?"

The blue light dimmed, to be replaced by black that outlined the doorway. The oversized doors leading to the great hall finally fell off their hinges, crashing to the floor nearest the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables. The entire group was finally visible, including a grinning Mokuba, who winked at Harry from across the room.

Harry watched as Ron dropped his fork (still laden with Beef Wellington), and he felt Hermione freeze in shock behind him as the eight made their way to the head table. Hiei had drawn his sword, Kurama twirled a rose, and Botan floated on her oar. Yusuke was at the front of the group, flanked Atemu and Bakura (both had drawn their hair into lengthy ponytails), with the Kaiba brothers bringing up the far end of the unlikely procession. None had deemed it necessary to wear proper robes – all were dressed for duels or battles. Each click of their staccato footsteps was heard – all of them walking to the same beat made for an even more dramatic impression.

Yusuke grinned again and yelled up to the headmaster's seat, "Hey, old man!"

Gasps rang through the hall, and Harry saw Kurama discreetly roll his eyes.

Jerking his thumb to the back of the group, Yusuke waited until the whispering had barely quieted before yelling again, "You forgot one!"

Dumbledore smiled, eyes twinkling with high amusement. "Please excuse my rudeness. Students! Please welcome to our hall the newest student of Hogwarts, Mister Mokuba Kaiba. He will be joining our sixth year class, and," he waved to Minerva, "You will all receive the pleasure of seeing him Sorted immediately."

Mokuba inwardly smiled to himself. Their entrance, timed to the second, had gone on without a hitch. He strode to the stool where Professor McGonagall was frowning down at him once again, obviously in disapproval of the large amount of leather covering (or revealing) his skin, and the chains adorning his waist. He shrugged – it wasn't his fault the lady wasn't fashionable.

Grabbing the hat directly out of McGonagall's hands, he placed it carefully on his head, waiting for his house to be determined. He didn't precisely expect the voice to ring out in his head.

"Well, you're a piece of work, aren't you?"

"All for the best! ...Is this what it's like having a yami in your head?"

"A what? Oh, I see. Yes, I can read that in your thoughts. No, this is not like having a spirit inside your mind. I'm just here momentarily."

"So….you're more of a mind rapist than a constant houseguest?"

"I'll ignore that comment for now. I see you are in possession of qualities from every house – Slytherin shrewdness; what's this about you trying to murder someone? And plenty of brains; you'd fit in very nicely with our Ravenclaw bunch. You've got loyalty in unlimited amounts, but only for those you care for, which makes for a wonderful Hufflepuff. And of course there's bravery; you'd make one of the most outspoken Gryffindors I've ever encountered."

"Thank you?"

"I'm willing to offer you a deal. Since you're obviously above the normal sorting age, I'll consider you of sound mind and capable of making your own decisions. Which house would you feel most comfortable in? Please choose wisely."

"Ano…if you don't mind, I'd truly appreciate being in Gryffindor. That's where at least one of my friends is, and since all my other friends will be teaching…well, obviously I won't see them half as much as I normally would."

"You're sure?"

"Quite."

"Then lift the hat a few inches off your head; I don't want to deafen you. Good lad. GRYFFINDOR!"

Three of the four houses erupted in cheers, and the seven newest teachers smiled at him as he made his way to the Gryffindor table, Harry making room for him immediately.

"I knew you'd make it! Ron, Hermione, this is Mokuba. He's –"

"Silence, please!" Everyone turned to see Dumbledore standing from his seat. "As exciting as this turn of events is, I would like to introduce your new teachers. As you've noticed, we've added a new subject for fifth years and above, to instruct you in the noble art of Dueling."

"I'm Yusuke Urameshi, and this is Hiei! Our class is gonna kick ass! I want all of you to be there, alright?" The students, unsurprisingly, weren'toffended by the crude language, but they could see the energy he displayed – many of them wondered how exactly this boy became a teacher, of all things. Wasn't he more suited to, say, circus performances?

"We have also procured a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Hopefully," the headmaster added with a smile, "He will be more successful than last year's. Cards and flowers may be sent to our late Professor Umbridge in St. Mungo's."

"I'm Yugi Moto," proclaimed Atemu – Yugi wasn't good with crowds. "I hope I'll be able to teach you something."

"Due to the loss of our Divination teacher," Ron and Harry both smirked, "Mister –"

"Ryou Bakura, fools." Bakura sneered at the student populace. "I'm here to teach you how to make some use of yourselves."

Dumbledore was not the least bit deterred by this statement, though a few of the first years began to question his sanity. "And in replacement of Professor Sprout, we have a new Herbology teacher."

"Konnichiwa,"Kurama said, bowing. "I'm Professor Kurama, and I hope to see you all soon. I'm afraid I've also been dragged into helping out with some of the other classes as well."

"Miss Botan," he gestured to the bobbing blue haired girl in question, "Will be assisting Madame Hooch in any and all broom-related activities."

She smiled cheerily, extending her pointer finger near her face, "Bingo, Professor Dumbledore-san!"

"And lastly, our newest Arithmancy teacher," Dumbledore nodded to the brunette, already privy to the fact that he wasn't about to let the headmaster introduce him.

"Seto Kaiba. All of you coming to this class, be prepared to work hard. I'll accept no slackers." He glared at the audience for good measure.

Ron mumbled something to Mokuba as Seto swept to the empty seat waiting for him. "Sounds like someone's got a ten foot pole up their arse."

Mokuba's movements were akin to that of a snake as he upturned a pitcher of pumpkin juice on Ron's head, knocking him clear off the bench in the process.

"What was that for, you loon?"

"Don't you ever insult my nii-sama," Mokuba ground out, glaring the patented Kaiba glare at the boy on the floor.

"Your what?" asked Ron from the floor with a stupified look on his face.

"You're….brothers?" Hermione had been in shock since Seto's name had been announced, and she immediately flew towards Mokuba. "You're really brothers? This is so exciting! I can't believe you're both here! Will you introduce me? Harry, do you think he'll join S.P.E.W.? Oh, I can't believe this is happening! Harry, you dolt, why didn't you tell me!"

Mokuba quickly melted his icy demeanor as Hermione flitted around him, trying to answer as many questions as he could. Ron returned to the bench, flinching, and asked Harry, "So, this guy's another Lockhart?"

Harry shook his head, looking away from the flustered Mokuba. "Not really – he's a huge businessman from the muggle world. I've been talking to him since I got here, and he seems like the real thing. He got computers to work here, Ron."

"Students, to your common rooms!"

Rising from his seat and motioning for the amazed first years to follow the new prefects, Ron asked his dire question. "What's a computer?"

"Ron, honestly. You need to take muggle studies," ranted an exasperated Hermione.

Mokuba grinned, pulling out his prized iPod, and thus began the education of Ron.

Reviews

PenPusherM – I'm deeply considering the bracelet idea. I'm somehow thinking it'll become a huge part of the plot….

Raging Flame Moon – So glad you approve. I just love Mokie!

Chelley Angel – That's OK, we all get busy. I'm so glad you think this is original!

i-wuv-food – That's alright. Honestly, it's OK. (Sighs) But I thought SOME deranged fan would have it….

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Misawa Kaitou – But of course. And you will, I swear.

Dreamstar22 – Wow. I am so confused. I didn't think I added another character (can you tell me who?) and, sadly, this is not Seto/Isis. Where'd that come from? At this point its Seto-the-amazing-loner….sorry! But I'm so happy that you think to compare me to JKR. Thank you!

Omega Darkcat – You're very scary. And thank you – it was one of the few things I haven't read in one of these fics.

RainOwl – I'm….happy? And hope you like this chapter too!

Computerfreak101 – Mokuba makes himself too easy to write – it's so much fun!

– So can I. Like I've been saying, Mokie's my favorite character to write.

Dymond – Yay! Another happy reviewer! Sorry for the confusion….

Darkrose 17 – Oh dear. Umm….how about if it's shounen ai? Please? That was my original intent when I began writing this story, in all honesty.

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