Harry is reborn as Yugi story.

If there was one thing he prided himself on, it was not being an idiot oblivious to the small details. So when Yugi snuck out originally, he had worried.

He took one look at the first aid kit and noticed it was lower than it should be. Though not to a concerning level.

It was after one of Yugi's night time wanderings that he caught his grandson trying to tie a bandage around his waist with limited success.

Grandfather and grandson looked at each other.

"Move over...it's easier when you have someone else tying it," said Solomon.

As Solomon tied off the bandage, he was somewhat surprised to find the injuries weren't as serious as he feared. If anything, there was very minor bruising and it was mostly a bad gash that Yugi had properly cleaned and had difficulty fixing up.

"I'm not going to ask what you were doing, or why," he said evenly. "I just ask that you come to me when you need help."

Yugi was silent for a moment, his usually violet eyes an odd hue of almost red.

"I'm not in trouble," he said finally. "I just have trouble sleeping and I can't help the feeling that I'm going to need as much combat experience as I can get."

Solomon looked at his grandson seriously.

"If I introduce you to a proper dojo, will you stop the late night adventures?"

Yugi thought over the idea seriously.

"It would help... I don't know why, but I keep having this restless feeling that a strong reputation is necessary, or will be at some point."

Silence descended on them.

"I'll ignore any late night wanderings on one condition. It doesn't reach the papers and you keep your grades up. I expect you to at least graduate college young man," said Solomon firmly.

Yugi let out a minor laugh.

"Deal," he said.

With that, the matter was partially closed. Solomon was pleasantly surprised that introducing his grandson to a decent Aikido instructor did curtail the worst of his nightly escapades.

It wasn't like Yugi was in the middle of anything too dangerous, right?

In the slums of Domino...

"Shit, Hiryu is here!"

"Run!"

A small figure walked out of the shadows of the alleyway to reveal...a petite figure with red eyes, an odd choker of a red dragon in an ouroboros shape, deep red hair that went down his back, and loose clothing.

Nothing about him was remotely intimidating, which made it even more baffling that the delinquents of Domino feared the very sight of him.

The reason was simple really...for all his 'small, weak' appearance Hiryu was damn terrifying in a fight. None of them had really encountered someone perfectly willing to kill before, and Hiryu was on another level compared to them.

He usually left them broken and bruised, but for the absolute worst of the worst, he had zero mercy.

His red hair was held back in a loose braid to keep it out of his face, his eyes glinted with mischief.

He was a dragon in disguise, and thanks to the aikido lessons he had been getting, he was taking a lot less damage. At least his grandpa was realistic, and they had come up with a reasonable compromise on the matter.

As long as his grades were kept up and his nightly...activities...were kept out of the papers, his grandfather turned a blind eye outside of helping to bandage him up. They still shared a love of games and puzzles, which was great.

It didn't hurt that he was the chess club president and that he consistently beat stronger players.

Hiryu cackled, because no one would expect tiny, petite Yugi to actually be a threat. The delinquents who heard it shivered in fear.

His sixth sense for trouble kicked in, and he immediately took to the roofs. By the time he was on the roof, the cop had rounded the corner having been alerted by a concerned citizen. Hiryu silently snorted and went on his way to pick up some random snacks. He didn't bother to sneak in the window he left open, he went in through the back door. His mother was working late, so the only one likely to be up was his grandfather.

The moment he walked past the wards he had placed to keep the house and store safe, Hiryu's features melted back into tiny, harmless Yugi.

Glamour charms were so useful.

Solomon barely looked up from his order form, mostly because he had his grandson's late night routine down already. If Yugi wasn't in his room or the bathroom, then he was likely out doing something.

"If you're up enough to have an adventure, come play a game with your old grandfather," Solomon called out.

Yugi cheerfully made a beeline for the table, and within moments they had something his grandfather had obtained from a friend from England. He was delighted Yugi needed minimal instruction to play.

Then again, Solomon strongly suspected his grandson's previous incarnation was British. It would explain so much about his accent when speaking English. That and the slang that sometimes slipped, despite speaking Japanese.

At least Yugi wasn't injured this time, which was a small mercy.

Which was why the next morning, Solomon handed his grandson a box made of pure gold.

"What's this?" said Yugi. His voice had an odd note to it that he couldn't rightly place at the moment.

Which was when his grandfather happily explained about the dark history of the 'Millennium Puzzle'. If he had paid attention, he would have seen the flash of mixed emotions cross Yugi's face. As it was, he was somewhat confused as to why Yugi took an inordinate amount of interest in arts and crafts for the next few months.

He wasn't wandering the streets and it was a harmless hobby, so Solomon let him be.

Yugi, or rather Hiryu looked at the gold puzzle pieces with open disgust and dislike.

Of all the places he had to run into one of these, why did it have to be in his sanctuary? He had thought he was done with that line of work when he ended up forcibly reincarnated due to the blessings on him from the various gods of the dead.

They were certainly happy to make his life easier once they realized he had a personal hatred of soul containers and would target them without hesitation without any input on their part.

The dead should stay dead unless the gods decided otherwise, in his opinion.

Hiryu wanted to sigh in annoyance.

The thing had the eye of Horus on it and it had clearly Egyptian origins, which meant he was dealing with Osiris and Anubis...just lovely. The Egyptians had such fun curses and an annoying fascination with soul containers that were such a pain in the ass to get rid of. Never mind getting rid of the buggers, just reaching them past several traps, death curses and who knew what else designed to prevent anyone from gaining access to the room he needed to be in to do his damn job was always a headache!

Bill, the smug bastard, would laugh and laugh whenever he swore worse than a crew full of sailors whenever they hit a particular roadblock that took too long to deal with or had to deal with the damn Tomb Keepers who were against them being there at all.

The sheer look of distaste couldn't be fully described with words. He could feel that damn soul magic crap the Egyptians were so bloody fascinated with... he had acquired a particular skill set that resulted in him more or less figuring out how to use it, as it made getting rid of the artifacts easier all around.

He still preferred the modern magics to that nonsense.

Sighing, Hiryu knew that artifacts like this drew the crazies to those unlucky enough to actually figure them out like flies to honey. Worse, most of said crazies usually had no issue dragging friends and family into it to have leverage.

He had put off those protection amulets for long enough, and something told him he'd need to add protection from Shadow Magic on top of it all, if he was reading the energy off the puzzle pieces right.

The only way to get rid of the souls was to solve the bloody thing, as the energy was too sporadic and loose for him to work with...it would be easier to get rid of them once they were in one big energy source, rather than try to futily track them down.

Worse, he vaguely remembered something about a 'special puzzle' among the list of known relics that had caused major issues in the past. The last known holder of the puzzle, if he recalled correctly, was also the last known magical in the bloodline. The king in question disappeared for reasons that they never figured out, and the line defaulted back to a squib third cousin and it remained that way until the pharaohs and their power structure were abolished.

Hiryu was a little vague on the details, and was passable at Ancient Egyptian. At least he was fluent in reading ancient Hieroglyphs after spending so much time trying to destroy those damn soul containers. Even if their grammar and word choice gave him headaches.

Hiryu sighed... he had avoided the magical alleys out of habit, but it looked like he would have to recreate his gear sooner than he anticipated. He had been enjoying a 'quiet' life away from that headache.

Hiryu was not looking forward to this at all.

In the magical alley...

Words could not adequately express how irritated he was about the whole ordeal. On the plus side, he had gotten most of his old work gear back as he had stored the spares in his personal account, and thanks to how he set things up, he was able to access it without a key.

The problem was that the Japanese Ministry was now aware he existed, and that "Yugi Muto" was a magical child that had somehow slipped their system for detecting magical blood.

Fortunately for him, they had little interest in an "untrained" brat from a formerly Squib side of a noted family. Unfortunately, this meant he still had to suffer those stupid exams to prove he was old enough to be considered an adult wizard to the point he could buy what he needed.

Most of which required a license that he wouldn't be able to obtain for at least another decade or so.

He was happy that they didn't know all of the things he had stored in that account, and that his pocket dimension (gifted to him from Hades) was still working.

As far as the Ministry knew, there was just a lot of gold, gems and the odd artifact or two in that vault.

At least his grandfather wouldn't question where he got the things he was going to be using to craft specialty amulets for his protection. He'd just assume he got it on his late night runs. Solomon took the pendant his grandson gave him with cheer, as it was something he could wear everyday and not think about it.

Yugi had obviously put a lot of work into it, and it was real gold so it wouldn't rust. If he had any idea how much the thing would have been appraised at by a jeweler, he might have had a few hard questions for his grandson.

As it was, the old man took the gift without question.

Solomon had to chuckle a bit, hearing the quiet swearing in his grandson's room.

Yugi, once he had gotten tired of making little trinkets, had moved on to trying to solve the puzzle.

From the sound of things, he was having little luck with it.

Inside Yugi's room

He knew the puzzle was reported to be difficult, but this was ridiculous.

Yugi couldn't help the swearing he let off whenever it slipped from where he was trying to position it and undid all his hard work.

Like hell was he letting this glorified paperweight beat him. The shadows seemed to mock him, but they clearly didn't recognize his resolve.

As if that wasn't grating enough, something...possibly the soul trapped inside that he was sensing... seemed to be quietly testing him whenever he made even the slightest bit of progress.

Feeling his eyesight begin to worsen, he sighed and took a much needed break. Rather than attempt homework (he only needed a few minutes to finish it), he decided to meditate.

One of the things he had mastered in his previous life was the animagus transformation. He wanted to get that down pat as it was something he could spring on anyone stupid enough to come after his family.

Feeling something in his right hand, Yugi flexed it. He opened his eye to see a massive paw of golden fur, and his nails had become claws.

Then his mellow mood was broken when he heard someone slam the door downstairs. Rather than try to mess with the puzzle further, as he had a headache now, he put it away and went to bed.