I'm back with another chapter! Looks like most of you were surprised by the fact Atemu/Yugi were the DADA teachers. Well, Atemu is but…ah you get the point. I don't own YGO or HP. Let's carry on!

'Blah'-Hikari

"Blah"-Yami

"Now that the sorting is done and the teacher is introduced," Dumbledore said. "Dig in."

Malik and Ryou were quite fascinated when the food magically appeared in front of them and gladly started eating.

"It's obvious the two know the new professor. He seems interesting enough," Hermione commented.

"I wonder how he keeps his hair up like that." Ron said, happily stuffing his mouth with the food.

"I wonder what they meant by shadow games," Harry wondered.

"Shadow games?" Hermione repeated.

"Those two said something about them and on the train, Ryou was acting nice in one second, then cocky and rude in another," Harry explained.

"We'll ask them later, Harry-"

"HOLY RA!" Malik yelled as Sir Nick popped out of the chicken and greeted them. "Enough with the tricks, tomb robber, I've already been freaked out by the nutcase!"

"Hikari pretty hurt Mariku with his words…"

'I thought you were happy being psychotic and face-warping!'

"But nutcase is an exaggeration!"

"Oi tomb keeper, your zap's open! Don't go showing that around the school!" Bakura hissed. Malik quickly snapped out of his thoughts and zipped up his pants only to find out he didn't have a zipper. He glared at Bakura who only winked back.

"I didn't let that out by the way," the tomb keeper only rolled his eyes and continued eating.

"Okay, that was weird. Malik spaced out just like Ryou did in the train."

"Oh come on, Harry! Use your brain! He was probably thinking about something!" Hermione scolded.

"I am using my brain, Hermione. Apparently, it's telling me that Ryou and Malik are trouble," Harry bluntly said.

"Harry!"

"Heh. The kid's brain isn't far from the truth," Bakura whispered to Malik who nodded his head in agreement.

'What do you mean, 'far from the truth'? It is the truth! Except for me being trouble…And give me back my body!' Ryou yelled. The thief sneered at his Hikari.

"I'd like to pay my rent, Hikari. Allow me to do so in case the pharaoh comes up to us and asks us what we are doing here," Soon everyone was finished eating and every student in their respective houses followed their prefects. Before following Ron and Hermione, Bakura looked back, eyes narrowed, and turned back, slightly growling.

"What's wrong, Bakura?" Malik asked.

"The pharaoh, that's what," he said in a voice loud enough for only Malik to hear it; Harry, Ron and Hermione were up in front of them. "He was eyeing us before he left."

"Doesn't he always?" the thief sighed.

"Not only was he eyeing us; he was smirking at us like something bad is going to happen should we cause any trouble." It was before long when they reached the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Password?" the fat lady inquired.

"Lion's Roar." Hermione said dully as the portrait swung open. When the Gryffindors arrived at the common room they were surprised to see their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher sitting in a chair in a somewhat regal yet pompous demeanor, arms crossed.

'Shadow magic or other secret passages; that's how that pompous pharaoh got in here,' Malik thought.

"Oh don't mind me," he said quite egotistically. "Just carry on; I wish to see how it's done here." A pause followed his words.

"Boys, your dormitories are down to your left." Ron said.

"Girls, the same on your right. You'll find that all your belongings have been brought up." Hermione continued. In a matter of minutes, most of the students have gone off to bed. The only ones so far in the common room were Harry and Ron, who were playing chess, Hermione, Ryou, Malik and Atemu who were watching the two play. After a while the trio went to the dorms as well. When the door closed, personalities changed.

"What are you doing here, tomb robber and…?" the pharaoh asked a frown on his face.

"We could be asking you the same question. It's Marik, by the way." they said in unison. All three yamis sighed.

"Since when the fuck do you know about the fucking Dark Arts, pharaoh?" Bakura said moments after they had sighed.

"Don't you use that tone on me, tomb robber! Professor Dumbledore offered me the job a few months after Battle City. I learned the Dark Arts through books and small demonstrations by the other teachers. When did you come back, Marik?"

"Same as you when the job of defense was given. A few months after Battle City." He replied. The tomb robber's eyes immediately narrowed at the pharaoh.

"Please tell me you didn't tell anyone about the Millenium items, the Shadow games, or us."

"Of course I didn't! Aibou said it was best to keep those a secret. Who knows how the wizards will use the information of that against us…" the pharaoh thundered.

"Shut up, pharaoh! You're going to wake up the vicinity with your loud voice!" Bakura and Marik hissed.

"Speaking of waking up the vicinity," Atemu murmured. "You should head up to your dorms now. According to Professor McGonagall, your first class is with me." he said, smirking.

"Tch. One of these days, pharaoh…One of these days I will rip your innards apart, hang your lifeless body on a stick, light a match and watch you burn." The tomb robber grumbled, his words dripped in snake's venom, before walking off to the dorms, Marik shortly following him. If it was something the thief couldn't keep closed in a metal box, it was his undying hatred for the pharaoh.

The Great Hall bustled with the activities of breakfast. Steaming plates of sausages and bacon and pitchers of milk and juice crowded the tables. Harry, Ron and Hermione had just received their schedules for classes when Malik and Ryou came in.

"Let's see…our first class today is…" Ron scanned through the schedule.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts with the stupid, pompous pharaoh." Ryou finished as he and Malik sat down, earning him looks from Harry, Ron, Hermione, Malik, Marik and Bakura. Somewhere in the teacher's table a certain professor sneezed.

"Is that you, Ryou?" Malik asked in disbelief. The white-haired teen only gave him a 'is this the face of a psychotic tomb robber' look.

"I'm surprised, Hikari!"

'I'm only saying it because I don't want you coming out and saying it.' Ryou said in a matter-of-factly tone.

"The bloke's right anyway. We are having Defense Against the Dark Arts first...with the Slytherins… How did you…?" Ron trailed off.

"The pharaoh told us before we turned in," Malik explained. Harry blinked, confused.

"Pharaoh?"

"It's what we call the teacher, Professor Motou. We call him that because there's no game you can beat him with. He always wins." Ryou explained.

"Don't remind me, Ryou." Malik grumbled.

"Right after the Dark Arts it Divination… and look, we have double Potions with Slytherin again!" Ron moaned.

"Well at least it's tomorrow!" Hermione said.

'Don't interfere, Bakura.' Ryou said.

"I won't unless the pharaoh needs help and frankly, he'll need help with everything." Bakura said bluntly.

'Yami!'

"Ryou, get a move on, we're already going to meet the pharaoh in his class." Malik tugged Ryou's sleeve, startling him.

"Sorry about that…" Ryou stood up, both of them following Harry, Ron and Hermione. By the time they reached the DADA classroom, a collection of Gryffindors and Slytherins were already congregated outside the door.

"What's going on here?" Hermione asked.

"No one knows," answered Neville Longbottom. "We've been waiting for the doors to open for a while." At that moment, a certain teen's hair flared and spiked slightly.

"Out of the way!" the tomb robber roared, pushing a certain Slytherin on the floor.

"How dare you-" Malfoy started and abruptly stopped when Bakura turned to look at him deadly.

"I'm not in a good mood, Snalfoy-"

"Malfoy," he corrected.

"I don't give a fucking shit!" Bakura growled, kicking the door open, seeing their Dark Arts professor sitting in his chair regally, eyeing the crowded students, more specifically, the tomb robber.

"I was wondering when you would do that, Mr. Bakura." The pharaoh smirked at this point. "Students, take your seats now." he said in a tone that got the students in their seats quickly. After a while he stood up.

"You too, Mr. Bakura." The tomb robber mumbled a few incoherent words under his breath before taking his seat next to Harry. With that action, Atemu walked to the side, scanning at the books from the shelf.

"Any trouble and unnecessary conversations that catch my ears and you'll get a nasty surprise from Arus." He said as he picked a random book out. Ron raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr.…?"

"…Weasley, Professor. Ron Weasley. May I ask what this Arus is?" The pharaoh smirked again, walking to his desk.

"I'm glad you asked that question, Mr. Weasley, but Arus is not a what, but a who." He looked over the students, his eyes set on the tomb robber and Harry. Shortly after doing so, he opened the book, looking through its pages. After stopping at a certain page he walked to where Harry and Bakura were. He stopped in front of them and bent down, tapping something twice.

"Class," said the ex-pharaoh quite softly, standing up. "May I introduce you to Arus." A growling sound was heard and right in front of the tomb robber and Harry stood a wolf whose height has reached that of Bakura's shoulder. Its fur was midnight black and its belly had a white stripe that ended on the tip of its tail. Its red eyes seemed to look into everyone's soul.

"Blimey, the professor has a Worg!" Ron exclaimed.

"Oh shit. I'm in for it."

'Not my fault, Yami.'

Author's notes: I think I'll leave it there for now. R&R please! Peace out!

-LazyShamanist