Red and Gold

by xxannylynn

As Ryou is on holiday, he is attacked by a group of death eaters and uses the Shadows to fend them off. Voldemort catches wind of his powers and sets his sights on all of the Millennium Item Holders. Professor Dumbledore offers them sanctuary in Hogwarts, but what happens when Yugi, Malik, and Ryou realize that they aren't the only ones that can wield the power of the Shadows?

3. Chapter 3

Hey guys! I'd like to thank all who reviewed, it actually made my day.

I promise that things will really start rolling either in the next chapter or the one after. Like I said, I hate the groundwork as much as you do. Also, I try to keep the Voldemort scenes to a minimum, because they bores the crap out of me and I usually skim over it when I'm reading other fanfics.

So, I've decided, that for the whole Malik/Marik thing, I'm going to go with calling him Malik, and his evil personality Marik. I got mixed reviews, and in my mind I 've always called him Malik. Let me know if their names are too close and get too confusing, and I'll consider changing them in the future.

Also, I'm not sure if I mentioned this or not, but Ryou = hikari, Bakura = evil spirit. Obviously Bakura is still Ryou's family name, but I needed to give the spirit a name for later on in the story. At this point I mostly refer to him as the spirit, but that will change.

-blah- = speaking through mind link. (note that the yamis can phase out and speak like normal human beings, and witches and wizards can see and hear them when they phase out) (also note that Malik/Marik cannot communicate with each other)

I had just finished typing that I had forgotten something when I remembered! Don't expect long, clever, duels in here. There will be dueling, but I'm not writing them. I hate watching them, I hate reading them, so writing them will be no different. I will simply say that so and so are dueling, and this person won. I might include small tidbits, it I deem them to be important enought to mention. However, if you would like to write a duel for this story, let me know. But I don't plan on having any anytime in the near future, so, unless you really want to, don't bother.

Disclaimer: Wouldn't it be nice to own YuGiOh? And/or Harry Potter? Then I could publish this and actually maybe make a ton of money. But, sadly, this isn't possible, so I'm stuck with you guys. (just kidding, love you, please review) anywho, I own nothing.

Enjoy!

Chapter 3:

"Good morning, Mr. Bakura. My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore."

Ryou blinked. He must have been dreaming . . . There was NO way that this man had just appeared out of the fire.

-Careful, host. I sense very powerful magic emanating from this man.- In any other situation, Ryou would have been very shocked and maybe a little bit flattered that Bakura was making the effort to warn him. Granted, they did share a body, so it was completely natural for him to have his best interests at heart.

"H-how did you do that?" Ryou asked, but then blushed instantly, realizing that that was kind of rude. There was something about this man that made Ryou want to make a good impression. "I mean . . .I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, sir."

Professor Dumbledore smiled, while his brilliant blue eyes seemed to x-ray Ryou. The spirit stopped Ryou from crossing his arms over his chest defensively. -Do not show weakness.-

"I am regretful that we could not have met under favorable circumstances, however I am delighted to meet you as well. It seems that you have caused quite a stir in Lord Voldemort's plans."

"Lord who?" Ryou asked.

Dumbledore smiled. "Lord Voldemort, Mr. Bakura. May I have a seat?" He gestured to one of those uncomfortable looking hotel chairs. "I'm afraid that this will be a long story."

"Yes, please do." Ryou beckoned for Dumbledore to sit. "Um, I'm sorry . . But what do you mean by 'your world' ?"

"Oh, how rude of me! Mr. Bakura, I am a wizard. My world is the wizarding world. Those people that attacked you were wizards, wizards of the worst sort. They were Lord Voldemort's servants. Their master is very evil, and very powerful. But that is for later. I believe that I will start at the beginning.

"14 years ago, England, both magical and muggle (non-wizards) was ravaged by the Dark Lord, Voldemort. He was held in such fear that most dared not speak his name. They were very, very dark times.

"But, one night, Lord Voldemort's killing spell rebounded. His body was destroyed, but he was not an ordinary human. No, Lord Voldemort did not have enough human left in him to die from a simple Killing Curse. He remained alive, but only just. We believe that he was just bidding his time until a servant could find his soul and create him a new body."

The spirit began listening even more intently. Was this true? Was there a way to create a new body out of this new magic? Could he move on from his host, no longer having to resort to leeching off of him like some common parasite?

Dumbledore continued. "Last spring, Voldemort achieved just that. Lord Voldemort was resurrected. He is now stronger than ever." He frowned, thinking of how Harry's blood now ran through the Dark Lord's veins. "And, to make matters even worse, our Minister for Magic, refuses to acknowledge his return. Most of the wizarding world doesn't believe that the news of his return is true. Our people sit, prime for the Dark Lord's taking."

Dumbledore was silent, looking as if he was pondering something. Ryou hated to interrupt his thoughts, but he was confused. "I'm sorry, Professor. But what does this have to do with me? Why was I attacked?"

"My apologies, Mr. Bakura. Lord Voldemort and his followers are prejudiced. They firmly believe that magic, and the process of educating young witches and wizards, should be exclusive to strictly those of the purest blood. They also believe that anyone without magic are far beneath them. That is, to say, they wish the world to be rid of muggles and wizards born of muggles. This comes back to the attack that you witnessed. I doubt that were specifically after you. I believe that this attack was a random act of terrorism on muggles, not unlike the old days. Voldemort's followers expected to find a street full of defenseless muggles to kill and torment, but what they found, was you."

Ryou gulped. This did not sound very good, and it certainly was not the story that he was expecting to hear. He certainly did not like where this was going. "Me?"

"Yes. I'm afraid that one cowardly servant escaped with his life," (-Damn-, thought Bakura) "And naturally he has reported what he witnessed of his power to his master. My informant tells me, and I am sorry to say, that Lord Voldemort wants your power for himself."

Ryou couldn't move. He didn't breathe, or blink.

"You are in extreme danger Mr. Bakura. I do not wish to pry, and I understand if you have any reservations about sharing any information. But I need to know if there are any others who share your powers."

Ryou thought of Yugi and Malik. His friends. While he held the Millennium Ring and Eye, Yugi held the Puzzle and Necklace, and Malik held the Rod and the Scales. Shadi still held the Ankh. Ryou knew that Shadi can take care of himself, and he couldn't help him if he tried. Shadi had his own agenda, and Ryou didn't want to be a part of it. He decided not to mention him.

"Yes. There are 2 more of us. Their names are Yugi Muto and Malik Ishtar. The both live in Domino city, Japan. But, Professor, I think that we are capable of taking care of ourselves…"

"I have no doubt in my mind that you three are very powerful. But truth be told, you only took on some of Voldemort's less powerful servants. His true followers are all locked away, and Lord Voldemort himself is more powerful than I'm sure even you can imagine. I would feel more comfortable if I knew that you three were under the protection of myself and my staff.

The spirit was offended at this man's assumption that they could not take care of themselves. "You and your staff? How do you plan on keeping us safe?" Ryou asked.

Dumbledore smiled. He pulled an envelope out of his robes, and held it out to Ryou, who opened it, confused.

Dear Mr. Bakura,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. . .

"A school of MAGIC?" Ryou gasped. This was his dream come true. He didn't care that the spirit thought that they didn't need protection, Ryou had to attend.

"Yes, Mr. Bakura. The teachers and many students of Hogwarts will do everything to ensure your safety. We can disguise you three as students and you will receive the double benefits of safety, and an education in magic. You would join our current 5th year class."

This had to be some kind of mistake. Ryou wasn't a wizard. He didn't have any powers, it was the spirit who controlled the ring. Not him.

"B-but I'm not a wizard…"

"No, Mr. Bakura. But you must summon the powers you do have from a source of power, and my instincts are telling me that this same source can, in fact, be capable of allowing you to control a wand like any other wizard. You can, in fact, fake being a wizard." Dumbledore held out his wand. "Take this, and give it a wave. It will tell us if my instincts are correct."

Hesitantly, Ryou took Dumbledore's wand. He waved it. Both Ryou and Bakura felt a jolt of power from the Ring, and red and gold sparks flew out of the tip of the wand. It shocked him and caused him to drop the wand in fright. He looked at Dumbledore. "I did it!"

"Excellent! Now," The wand zoomed back to Dumbledore's hand by some invisible magnetic force (which cause Ryou to gape). "I do not expect you to make your decision now. You may contact Mr. Muto and Mr. Ishtar, and discuss it with them if you wish. When you have decided, you can contact me by attaching a note to this feather." He held up the red and gold feather that Ryou had admired earlier. "I shall send them acceptance letters. But I trust you will inform them of the sensitive nature of your predicament?" Dumbledore rose. "Oh, and I ask that you keep this a secret from all but your immediate families. You may tell your friends that. Our kind does like to live in the Shadows, you know." He winked, and, with a whoosh of green flames, Professor Dumbledore disappeared.

xxx

Meanwhile, back in Japan…

Yugi Muto was, as usual, laying on his bedroom floor, his duel deck sprawled out all around him. He was on his stomach, his arms propped up, with his chin resting in his hands. Of course, he was examining his cards with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

The transparent form of his phased out Yami was laying on the bed, gazing at the Millennium Puzzle. Something was up, he could sense it. There was no definite power shift, but there was definitely a ripple in the, until recently, calm surface of the Shadows.

Yugi, feeling the worried vibes coming from his other half, stood up. "Yami?" No answer. "What's wrong?" But it still seemed that Yami was too immersed in his thoughts to realize that Yugi was trying to talk to him. Yugi prodded Yami through the mind link, and this, finally, got his attention.

Yami looked up, and sighed. "I am sorry, aibou. . ."

"What's wrong?"

"I can sense a disturbance in the Shadows. It is not particularly strong as of yet, however, someone, or something is definitely meddling in things that they should not be."

"Bakura? Marik?" Yugi asked, referring to the darker halves of the other Millennium Item holders.

"No. I don't think so. This is something different than we have ever faced before." Yami sat up, and scooted to sit on the edge of the bed, making room for Yugi, who looked like he needed to sit down.

"Uh-oh." Was all that the smaller boy could manage. Yugi felt that their luck could only stretch so far. You could only fight your way past so many enemies before somebody got hurt. And it seemed that the two of them have face a lot of enemies. It was only a matter of time before their luck ran out.

Waves of worry floated over the mind link, and Yami felt guilty for causing his hikari to worry so much. -I am sure it is nothing that we cannot handle, aibou.-

"Yes, but-" Yugi never finished his sentence, as there was a very loud crash. An owl had flown straight through the skylight, and crash landed on the desk, knocking over several things in the process. Yugi jumped up, worried about the poor owl, but it popped up and hooted proudly, sticking out a leg, to which was attached an envelope.

Yami stood next to his light, and they shared a look of disbelief. Yugi made a move to take the letter from the owl's leg, but the phone rang. He automatically answered it, not taking his eyes off of the owl.

"Hello?"

"Yugi? It's Ryou. Listen, this is impor-"

"Ryou? Hey! How's England?"

"Is Yami listening? This is important!"

Yugi frowned. It was not at all like Ryou to be so rude. Something must be up. Could this have anything to do with the disturbance that Yami sensed? Yugi beckoned Yami to phase back into the puzzle so that they could both listen to Ryou.

"Yes, he's listening. What's the matter?"

"Look, I was attacked. By wizards. Real wizards, Yugi! But they were dark wizards, and now they're afte-"

Yami took over. "Dark wizards? Are you alright? What did the spirit do?"

Said spirit was not impressed that his royal highness would not listen to what had happened. "Will you two can it and stop interrupting?" He snapped through Ryou, who he immediately returned control of the body to.

"Sorry about him. But yes, there's this whole other wizarding world, and a Dark Lord. When they attacked, the spirit fought them, but they saw the Millennium Ring's power, and now they're after us!"

"What kind of magic do they wield?" Yami asked.

"Wands. They were firing spells. They were attacking on behalf of their master, Lord Voldemort. But the spirit took them out with Obelisk. It's a good thing that you gave him to me." Awhile back, Yugi had given Ryou Obelisk, and Malik Ra. He believed that all of the Millennium Item wielders should have a God Card for defensive purposes. It was also a sign of their newfound friendship.

"So how did they find out about us?"

"One escaped. Professor Dumbledore said that he's only after me specifically, but you and Malik should come to Hogwarts with me for safety."

"Where? Who?"

Ryou proceeded to tell them about Dumbledore's visit, and told them everything about Lord Voldemort.

After his initial shock, Yugi smiled. -This must be a dream come true for Ryou. He has always loved the idea of sorcery.- He told Yami, who mentally agreed.

Just as Yugi and Yami had exhausted their seemingly endless supply of questions, the owl hooted. Yami looked at it, head tilted curiously.

-Yami, do you think …? - Yugi asked his dark.

"Hold on, Ryou." Yami said, and set the phone down. He gently removed the letter from the owl's leg. It was a Hogwarts acceptance letter. They read it, and mentally agreed that they would have to discuss this with their friends and Grandpa. Yami picked up the phone.

"We will have to discuss it with everyone. Are you going to go?"

"Absolutely! The spirit even thinks that it could be beneficial, and we never agree." Ryou gushed. "Anyways, I have to call Malik and warn him. I'll call you later for your answer. Oh, and guys? Watch your backs." With that, he hung up.

-What do you think, aibou?-

They invited Jounouchi, Anzu and Honda over, and discussed it long into the night with them Grampa. Yugi's friends were not pleased that he was going on a new, possibly dangerous adventure without them, but they eventually agreed that it was the safest course of action for him. However, Yugi was still skeptical.

But, in the end, the King of Games could not resist the chance to take on a new challenge, and they agreed to go.

xxx

"Come on, baby, come on…" Malik Ishtar urged the old Harley that he was trying to bring back to life. He had been working on it for weeks, and he thought he was done, but the damned engine kept sputtering out.

He was going to try one last time, because he didn't want to flood the engine. "Oh, Ra help me…" He begged, before slowly starting the ignition. The most beautiful noise that he had ever heard purred from the engine, which had caught.

"YES!" He yelled, jumping into the air and grabbing his helmet.

"Well done, brother," Rishid, who had been watching, unnoticed, from the door, said. He was very pleased that his adopted brother had found something to do that didn't involve the Millennium items.

"Thanks! I'm gonna take this baby for a ride, don't wait up!" The smaller Egyptian called, snapping his helmet into place and hopping on his bike. He zoomed into the busy Domino traffic. Rishid shook his head, smiling. He had missed his fun loving little brother.

Itching to reach some open highway, where he could really put the pedal to the metal, Malik swerved through stopped cars. Traffic jams were no problem for his sleek motorcycle, which could slip through them like air. It seemed that his reckless driving and arrogant demeanor pissed off some drivers, who angrily honked and flipped him off as he zoomed by.

"See ya, suckers!" He called, pulling into the exit lane and finally, finally merging onto the highway. The smile on his face was got bigger with every mile he drove. 'This is the life,' He thought, 'Just me, my bike, and wide open highway.' Malik felt an angry pulse from Marik, his darker half, who seemed mad that he wasn't part of this equation. But Malik determinedly ignored him. Marik couldn't hurt him anymore. He was bound in the very back of Malik's mind, and could no longer take control of him. Marik couldn't even communicate with Malik. The only times that Malik could feel him was when he was feeling a particularly strong emotion, such as the rage he felt now. Marik was not pleased that Malik could exist happily without him.

In an attempt to leave his past, and Marik, behind, Malik put on an extra burst of speed, pushing his bike to it's limits. Marik couldn't hurt him anymore. The only way that he could get out was if Malik let him go. And that would never, ever happen.

Malik pulled over when he saw a field of wild flowers. He decided to surprise his sister by gathering her a bouquet. He spent about a quarter of an hour picking out only the best flowers for Isis, and arranged them into a beautiful bouquet. Malik set them in the storage compartment behind his seat, and began his journey home.

About half an hour later, he pulled back into his garage. He left his mess to clean up tomorrow (He was a procrastinator of the worst sort) and took Isis' flowers to the kitchen, where he set them in a vase with water. He then grabbed a can of soda from the fridge, and popped it open.

It promptly exploded all over the place.

"FUahhhhhhhhhhhhudge" He exclaimed, changing his mind about cursing upon seeing his sister walk into the room. He jumped in front of the flowers, to hide them from view.

"Malik! Can't you go two minutes without making a mess? Look what you did! And don't think that I haven't seen the state of the garage!" She reprimanded. It was her who had taken in her little brother after the horrific events of Battle City. Together, with Rishid, they were a family. They had no one else.

"Sorry," He smiled sheepishly. "Does this help?" He asked, holding the flowers that he had been hiding behind his back.

Isis' face melted into a smile. She could not stay mad at him. She had missed the sweet boy that her baby brother used to be. The evil of Marik had taken away his innocence, and it was only now, that he had been living with his sister and brother away from the evil influence of his darker half that he had regained his old charm.

"Malik! Stop trying to kiss up. You're just trying to distract me." She laughed, as he pulled a mock hurt face.

"I'm appalled! I would never." His hurt face shifted into an evil grin. "Is it working?" He handed her the bouquet and planted a kiss on her cheek. "I'll clean this up, and I'll do the garage in the morning, alright? Go, I think jeopardy's on. I know how much you love it," Malik teased, dodging the towel that she had snapped at him.

He proceeded to clean up the mess of soda that he had made, and Isis, shaking her head, and turned to walk out, muttering about her crazy family. "Oh! I almost forgot, Ryou called. I told him that you'd call him back when you got home. He said that it was important." With that, she left, presumably to go watch jeopardy,

Malik furrowed his eyebrows. Ryou? Calling him from England? Nothing good could come out of this. He hurried to finished cleaning up the mess, and dialed Ryou's number.

"Malik? Is that you?" Came Ryou's frantic voice.

"Yeah, Ryou. What's up?"

"You're in danger, Malik. I was attacked. By wizards." Ryou proceeded to tell Malik all about the attack and Dumbledore's visit.

"So, let me get this straight, a man-"

"No! Not a man, a wizard." Ryou interrupted.

"Okay, whatever," He rolled his eyes. "A wizard wants your powers, and may or may not know about Yugi and I?" Malik was skeptical, "What does Yugi think?"

"He was a little skeptical as well, but I think he's going to go. He said he wanted to talk to his friends first."

"I don't know…" Malik had just found out how to be happy, without any danger, any magic, and without any darker halves. This seemed like a surefire way to be plunged right back into that world. The scars on his back seemed to itch, and he subconsciously scratched them. He didn't want to be exposed to any temptation to release Marik.

"Please, Malik! We can't do this without you!" Although he couldn't see him, Malik knew that Ryou was making his puppy dog eyes. His puppy dog eyes could rival even Yugi's, Ra damned hikaris, Malik thought. The puppy eyes got him every time, and they knew it. Whether he was in the same room, or 1000 miles away, he couldn't say no.

"Fine. But the first sign of trouble, and I am OUT." He sighed. After confirming a few last minute details, he hung up. If Yugi agreed, they were to fly to England to join Ryou as soon as possible.

Distracted, Malik began making something to eat. As he was lost in thought, it took him awhile to realize that there was a tapping coming from… somewhere.

Confused, he looked around, trying to identify the source of it. He finally noticed an owl at his window. There was an envelope tied to it's leg.

xxx

Lord Voldemort had sunk to, in what his eyes, was a new low. He was in the presence of a muggle made artifact. He shuddered.

"It's him, my lord." Wormtail bowed, pointing to a photo of a white haired boy in a muggle gaming magazine. A golden ring hung from his neck, with a strange unidentifiable symbol in the centre. "Master, I believe that his power comes from this ring around his neck. And look, these two have similar items." He then pointed at a photo of a small boy with outrageously spiky hair, and a very tanned boy with blonde hair. The photos were all too small to see the symbol on them.

"Find them, Wormtail." Lord Voldemort hissed.

"Yes, my lord."

No cliffies today. :)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It's up by the end of the weekend, as promised.

While I was writing this, I was wondering if I should make the transfers join the quidditch team, and if so, which positions should they play? What do you guys think?

Hugs and kisses to all who review! :)