I'm back! (insert evil laugh here) I'm ungrounded and free to roam the cyber world forever! (insert manianical laughter.) Well anyways here you go…
DISCLAIMER: surely you know this by now? I DO NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter.
Harry stood out on the grounds with Ron and Malik, waiting for the rest of the class to show up for flying lessons. Eventually they saw Seto, Ryou, Saren, and Yugi walking to the field. Saren walked up to Malik and whispered something in his ear. The Egyptian paled, "How the hell do you know?"
Saren smiled, "A little birdie told me, I suggest you get rid of it or else I'll do it myself." Malik glared darkly at Ryou, hoping Bakura would get the message. Ryou flinched slightly but, relaxed when he heard Madam Hooch's voice from across the lawn.
Both teams lined up into two rows of ten, the Weasley twins had said the school brooms were crappy and some make you fly slightly to the left. Seto looked at his with distaste; apparently he got one of the bad ones. In fact, half of Gryffindor got bad ones because Slytherin got to choose first.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" yelled Madam Hooch, "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Stick your right hand over your broom and shout up!"
"UP" everyone shouted. Harry, Seto, Yugi, and Saren had their brooms jump into their hands at once. Malik growled as his rolled on the ground, Ryou's hadn't moved at all, making Bakura sweatdrop.
(My hikari can't even get a broom to fly in his hands. A BROOM!)
Ryou flinched and yelled up as hard as he could, causing his broom to fly up. Malik growled again and just grabbed his broom off the ground. Ron's had jumped up and smacked him in the head before it eventually jumped into his own hand.
Madam Hooch showed the students how to mount their brooms without falling off the end, and walked down the rows correcting their grips. Harry was delighted when she told Malfoy he had been riding wrong for years. Yugi struggled slightly as well, seeing as his height was a problem, but Madam Hooch showed him how to get on properly.
"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch, "Keep your broomsticks ready, rise a few feet, and come right back down. One- two-"
Neville, who was jumpy all morning, pushed off the ground before the whistle even sounded. "Neville, come back down!" shouted Madam Hooch, but Neville kept pulling his broom up; eventually it shot off like a cork.
Harry gasped as the boy headed for a brick wall, but fortunately he fell off before impact. Now he dangled on a torch by his cloak, but it was easily tearing. WHAM— Neville fell to the ground with a thud and a nasty crack. His broomstick lay crumpled on the ground and Madam Hooch ran towards the limp boy.
"Oh my…" whispered Saren, her eyes slightly widened, "He could be…" The boys gulped as Madam Hooch grabbed Neville's wrist and placed it gently on the ground. She took out her wand and magically a stretcher appeared, she levitated Neville on it and turned to the class.
"He's ok, just a broken wrist, but none of you are to move while I take him to the hospital wing. If I catch a broom in the air, you'll be outta here before you can say Quidditch."
"The poor boy" whispered Hermione. The class nodded and watched Madam Hooch jog off the field.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?" yelled Malfoy.
"Shut up you," snapped Seto.
"Oh, standing up for Longbottom? Is he part of your dork group?" said Pansy Parkinson.
"That's a lot coming from a girl whose name is pansy" snapped Bakura. Harry and Ron stared at what they thought was Ryou. Both of them couldn't believe their ears, sweet little Ryou just told off a Slytherin.
That's not Ryou; it's something else…but what? thought Harry.
"Look! It's that thing Longbottom's gran sent," yelled Malfoy.
"Give that back, it doesn't belong to you"
"And it doesn't belong to you either Saren" snapped Malfoy.
"Give it here!" yelled Harry.
"No, I think I'll leave it somewhere for him to find—how about up a tree?"
Harry growled in frustration and mounted his broom. He heard Hermione telling him not to but he didn't care. He kicked off the ground and was amazed by how easy it was to fly. He pulled up even with Malfoy, whose face was full of shock.
Down below he could hear the gasps of his friends and the shouts of Ron whooping. "Harry! Be careful!" shouted Yugi. Harry nodded and turned back to Malfoy.
"Give it here or I'll knock you off that broom."
"Oh, Yeah? I'd like to see you try." Malfoy did his best to sneer, but his eyes were full of worry.
Harry leaned forward on his handle and shot towards Malfoy. Unfortunately he moved just in time, making Harry even more frustrated. Before Harry could come back at him, Malfoy threw the rememberall.
"Catch it if you can!"
Seto, Yugi, Malik, and Ryou gasped as they saw Harry speeding towards the castle wall, which was also the last place they saw the rememberall. Saren and Hermione were looking around franticly for any teachers, namely Madam Hooch.
Harry grabbed the ball tightly in his hand and fell back to the ground, but his heart sank when he saw Professor McGonagall running towards him. Yugi stood in front of Harry (as if that helped, Harry was the same size) and opened his mouth to speak when McGonagall pushed him out of the way.
"Potter, never in all my time at Hogwarts have I—SILENCE Mr. Bakura!"
Ryou closed his mouth and gave a sad look to Harry. "But Professor it wasn't-"started Malik, but he was cut off.
"That's enough, Potter, follow me. Saren, I would have expected you to do better with keeping your friends in line." Saren growled but remained where she was. Harry walked slowly behind the professor, where he could easily see the triumphant faces of the Slytherins, and Malik giving them a very rude sign.
ooOOoo
"Seeker? But I thought first years couldn't be seeker" said Ron. Harry smiled at his friends' astonished faces.
"Then wouldn't that make you the youngest player-"
"In a century," said Harry, stuffing food in his mouth.
"Well, we probably shouldn't tell anyone, I'm sure McGonagall would want that a secret" said Yugi.
"Too late" mumbled Seto, as the Weasley twins walked over. "Well done. Wood just told us, we're on Gryffindor too-beaters" whispered George.
"We haven't one since Charlie left, but with what Wood said, you must great" said Fred.
"Well, we should get going, Lee said he reckons he found a new passage way."
"It's probably the one behind Gregory the Smarmy. Well, see ya!" The twins walked off, but someone less pleasant showed up.
"Having your last meal Potter?"
"You're a lot braver now that you're on the ground and you have your bodyguards," said Malik coolly. Malfoy glared and Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles, seeing they could do nothing else with the teachers around.
"I'd take you on anytime you want. How about tonight, a wizards duel. Never heard of one Potter?"
"Of course he has," snapped Ron, "I'm his second"
"Trophy room at midnight; it's always unlocked. And Saren, if you tell your godfather, I assure you that my dad will sack the old man." Malfoy walked off with Crabbe and Goyle walking behind.
"Kick his ass Harry" muttered Saren, before she sat down and shoveled some meat in her mouth.
"Your going to choke" said Ryou.
"Good, then as a ghost I'll kick his sorry little ass"
"Anger issues" whispered Malik. Seto, Harry, and Ron nodded in approval.
ooOOoo
At half-past eleven, Ron and Harry snuck out of the boys' dormitory. Once they entered the common room, the lamp turned on, showing Hermione and Saren.
"I almost told your brother" started Hermione, "He would of put a stop to this."
"Why didn't you?" asked Ron.
Hermione nodded her head towards Saren who smirked, causing the boys to shiver.
"We best wait for Malik though, he said he wanted to see Malfoy's face when you beat the crap out of him," whispered Saren.
And right on cue Malik walked out of his dorm and walked towards the group. "Let's go"
"Don't you care about Gryffindor," complained Hermione, as they walked through the portrait hole, "You'll lose points and Slytherin will win the house cup"
"Shut up!" snapped Ron.
"Sh! I hear something: whispered Harry. On the floor was Neville, he was asleep but Hermione woke him up.
"Thank goodness you found me! I've been here all night, I forgot the password and-"
"Neville! Keep your voice down, the password is pig snout. But the fat lady left" whispered Malik.
"Oh, well can I go with you to-"
"Fine!" hissed Harry, "Just be quiet" Neville nodded and followed as quietly as possible. They walked along the walls of the corridors until they entered the trophy room. Malfoy wasn't there, the minutes ticked by until…
"Sniff around my sweet, they might be hiding in a corner."
Neville squeaked as they listened to the voice of Mr. Filch. "Run" mouthed Malik.
They creeped silently along the corridor until Neville crashed into Ron, toppling over a suit of armor. "RUN!" shouted Harry. The group ran down different corridors, through a hidden passage way, and into the charms classroom.
Panting heavily, Saren managed a few words, "That-dirty-rotten-little-piece-of-grade-A-crap—oh crap…"
In front of them was Peeves, the poltergeist. "Ickle firsties out for a midnight walk," he cackled. Harry motioned with his hands to keep quiet, but Peeves had other plans.
"STUDENTS OUT OF BED IN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!"
Ducking under Peeves the six of them ran for their lives, to the end of the corridor, where they slammed the door shut. There was another one-but it was locked.
"We're doomed!" Ron moaned. "It's the end!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and took out her wand, "alohomora!"
The door swung open, and the kids shut it quickly, their ears pressed to the door.
"Which way did they go?" said Filch.
"Say please"
"Don't mess with me, Peeves"
"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please"
"For the love of—please?"
"NOTHING! Told you I would say nothing if you said please!" Peeves blew a raspberry and flew off, making Filch curse with rage.
"Get off Neville, we're safe now-what?" whispered Harry. For the last few minutes he had been tugging Harry's sleeve, now he knew why.
In the room with them was a monstrous dog, it had three heads, three sets of teeth, and three sets of claws that didn't look too inviting. Harry groped for the doorknob, trying to not surprise the dog any further.
They fell backwards as the door opened; the dog lunged at them, but crashed into the door as Malik and Saren pressed against it.
"You four go!" yelled Saren.
Malik nodded and pressed harder. Harry nodded and ran out with Neville, Ron, and Hermione. The four of them sprinted down the forbidden corridor and straight to Gryffindor tower.
"Pig snout!" shouted Ron.
The fat lady was surprised, but opened for them. They collapsed into the nearest chairs and tried to catch their breath. Hermione got hers first, and her face was full of horror.
"Malik, Saren! We left them in the corridor!"
"Oh no!" groaned Harry, "It's all our fault"
"What's your fault?" asked Malik. Harry nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw Malik and Saren right behind him. Malik's left arm was bleeding slightly and Saren was missing her right sleeve.
"Wha-how?" asked Ron.
"I stunned it" said Saren, pushing Malik to the couch so she could get a better look at his bite.
"You didn't see what the dog was standing on did you?" said Hermione.
"His legs" said Ron.
"No, a trapdoor, it was guarding something." She stood up and walked to the stairs, "I hope you're pleased with yourselves. We all could have been killed, or worse, expelled."
"Worse!" yelled Malik.
"Yes worse, now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed."
Saren rolled her eyes, "I sleep in the same dorm as that."
Neville walked after Hermione, to his own dorm. "Night" he mumbled.
Harry didn't pay attention; the dog was guarding something, but what. Suddenly he remembered the grubby package Hagrid picked up. Gringotts was the safest place in the world, except Hogwarts. Harry gasped silently and retreated to his own bed, dragging Ron with him.
"Be with you guys in a minute—ah! Saren! That's my good arm!"
"Cry baby"
"I'd like to see you get bit by a rabid dog!"
"Fine, next time I see one, I'll let it bite me"
Harry smiled until he couldn't hear the two bickering anymore. About five minutes later Malik collapsed on his bed. "Harry, next time, knock me unconscious when I try to follow you"
"Will do"