So head's up now- next chapter may be a little late. I am insanely busy at the moment, not helped by my laptop deleting half of chapter 4 so I'm going to say that the next update will be, at earliest, in two weeks. I'm sorry that you'll have to wait but, hopefully, this chapter will keep you entertained for a while.

Thank you to everyone you reviewed, favourited and followed this story so far, and I'm glad your enjoying it!

To avoid confusion:

Words Yami speaking mentally

Words Yugi speaking mentally

"Words" Characters speaking Japanese

"Words" Characters speaking Ancient Egyptian

"Words" Characters speaking Arabic

This list may not be for just this chapter but it will be relevant and copied into the start of each chapter so you don't get lost and I will add to it if any other languages pop up ;)

This is going to get very confusing was the first thought that ran through Bill's head as the four exhausted teenagers stumbled through the door of Grimmauld Place. There was little more than a week left before the beginning of term and Kaiba had insisted that they travel via airplane. It was bad enough that he was going to have to share a room both before and after term started, he had been insistent that he would have control over how they arrived. And Bill's eyes were immediately drawn to his much shorter acquaintance with crazy tri-coloured hair that had obviously been gelled into spikes around his head. Don't see many punk inspired hairstyles in the wizarding world he mused, wondering what the others thought of him. He made a note that he had less blonde in his hair at the very least than he had seen before.

Kaiba, however, stopped the moment he spotted Bill waiting at the end of the hallway, eyes narrowing. He got taller was the first thought that entered Bill's head followed by, he probably hasn't told them.

There was a moment as the pair stared at each other right until the young Egyptian by fell into Kaiba and started swearing at him in Arabic. Kaiba immediately scowled and dropped whatever it was he had been thinking, allowing Bill to slip away. The others wouldn't be here for another week, arriving the night before the train left considering that not only did they have to go through their last chores, but there was also the issue of checking on the tombs. Bill wasn't particularly sure what that entailed and had decided long ago that he really didn't want to.

He wandered upstairs, towards the rooms that would be theirs and considered what his next move would be. No matter what happened in the near future, there was no doubt that Dumbledore had spotted the Puzzle. And from the feel of the Shadows in the air, there was more than likely more among the others. Gods, I didn't even know what the Puzzle looked like before now he found himself thinking as he pulled up next to the door the read Yugi and Seto. Well, subtlety had never been something that the Weasleys were ever accused of. Bill pulled out a marker and hoped that what he was about to do would work.

"Need some help?" a voice asked from behind him and Bill jumped, concealing his yelp with the shouts of Mrs Black's portrait. By the sounds of it, one of the boys had just knocked that stupid troll stand over. The woman at his elbow smiled, something that was as terrible as it was beautiful.

"Princess Haphiri," Bill acknowledged and the ghostly woman's eyes gleamed in pleasure. She gestured for him to continue and Bill swallowed. Here goes nothing.

Carefully, he inscribed the names of the two boys again in hieroglyphs, below those of that in English. Then, checking that no one was coming towards him, he quietly muttered the spell which he knew by heart even if he had never performed it before. Haphiri seemed to smile as Bill felt that internal click, telling him that it had worked. Allowing a tiny triumphant smile on his face, he moved over to the next door, repeating the process for Marik and Ryou.

"You have missed a name," the princess intoned from behind him, once again making Bill jump again right as he had finished. Bill blinked, and she gave him a long look. It took his now drained mind a moment to catch on.

"Hard to miss a name that no one knows," he stated flatly.

"Even so." She gestured towards the door and Bill sighed, moving back towards it. He would have to do this fast- no doubt Kaiba would be up here as soon as he possibly could, and the others would want some rest from the eight-hour time difference. Quickly, he drew an empty cartouche with nothing but a drawing of what Haphiri called the Sennen Eye in it and murmured the same protection spell.

"Am I going to need one for the others?" he asked when he finished. The two Tomb Keepers would be able to do their own, but these newcomers didn't know what Dumbledore was capable of when on a mission, so Bill had helped them out a bit as he was bid by his mistress. Haphiri's eyebrows drew together as she frowned, the shadows of the hall deepening.

"No. Necrophades can burn in your hell and then be devoured by Ammut." And then she was gone, as suddenly as she had appeared.

Bill wondered if Dumbledore had even sensed that she was here.

Did you sense that?

Huh? Yugi blinked blearily at Yami's question, glancing sleepily to the side to find his partner staring at the ceiling as if it would give him the answers to all his questions.

There was… It felt like… It was rare for Yami be so caught off guard to be speechless. He usually had an answer for pretty much anything that was thrown at them. But now, he seemed confused, staring resolutely above them as if there something off about the ceiling. It looked normal to Yugi, the most normal thing that was in this house. I could have sworn that I felt some stirring of Shadow Magic Yami stated but he sounded unsure.

Bakura? Marik? Yugi suggested, slumping further down in his seat, wanting nothing more than sleep. It was midday now in England, despite the fact that his brain was telling him that he should be going to sleep now. He did not have the mental fortitude to be wondering about anything Shadow Magic related. Why couldn't it wait until he had had a nap?

No, it felt like… I don't know… Yami trailed off, looking more confused than ever. There was a sadness behind the perplexed attitude of the Pharaoh- as if he had caught some semblance of a memory only to have it slip through his grasp once more. It was something that happened every now and then, odd flashes of Yami suddenly thinking this is familiar, only for it to escape his grasp. Usually, Yugi was more in tune with him but the jet lag had fogged his mind to it, right until this very moment. He blinked a couple of times and then gently nudged Marik, who was only looking slightly more awake than he felt.

"Hey Marik, the Pharaoh thought he felt Shadow Magic being used," Yugi murmured in Japanese, just to be sure. They had been left in the kitchen and while Kaiba looked as if he wanted to demand to be let into his room, he was more interested in getting his laptop started. It seemed to be working perfectly in the kitchen of this magical house, so Yugi was doubting that it was magic that prevented technology from working at Hogwarts. The balding ginger man who had introduced himself as Mr Weasley, Ron's father, seemed fascinated with it although Kaiba was steadfastly ignoring him while checking his emails. Bakura looked to be actually asleep.

"Yeah," Marik murmured, blinking rapidly at Yugi. "It startled me earlier, just before that stupid painting started screaming." Yugi vaguely remembered Marik jumping and then falling over a rather grotesque umbrella stand, the noise rousing a rather loud portrait. Both Yami Bakura and Kaiba had sworn at it before some others had wrestled the curtains shut. They were now being served food by Mr Weasley's wife.

"You did?" Yugi was surprised- he hadn't felt anything. Although, Yugi was only just starting to get the hang of it and Marik had been taught since he could talk.

"Mm." Marik looked ready to join Ryou in sleeping.

"The Pharaoh thought it was familiar." That seemed to rouse Marik, who sat up like Yugi had just electrocuted him.

"What?" he half shouted, causing half the room to jump.

"I'm sorry dearie, what was it you needed?" Mrs Weasley asked, turning around to find the problem, wand held at the ready. Marik flushed and muttered "Nothing," in English before turning back to Yugi.

"But he doesn't have any memories? And what could be familiar to him in this place?" Marik asked, voice lower but eyes oddly frantic. Yugi shrugged, just as confused as Yami was himself.

"It… happens sometimes. Like when seeing the Tablet for the first time. He sort of sees things and they feel familiar but he doesn't know from what, where or why," Yugi tried to explain. "But I don't know why that would happen here unless there was some artefact hiding away that wants him to find it." Marik shrugged as Mrs Weasley, smiling, placed a pile of food in front of them all, floating them over with her wand. Kaiba's face twitched at the blatant use of magic, but dutifully went about eating the meal as if it were just another chore.

He was less appreciative when she tried to feed them another two helpings.

"But you're all far too skinny!" she protested when Kaiba refused her again. Yugi wondered if he should tell her that that was more because of their natural metabolisms rather than any kind of underfeeding. Bakura barely seemed to notice, after being roused to eat something and Yugi decided to save them all from her mother henning. It wasn't that bad, but for Kaiba it probably seemed like some exquisite form of torture.

"Er… Mrs Weasley thank you for the meal, but we're all so tired… if you could show us to our rooms I'm sure we'll all be more awake and hungry later," Yugi said, with his best puppy dog eyes. Marik looked startled and then turned away, his shoulders shaking suspiciously. Even Kaiba's lips twitched in what could have been a smile. Since Marik had never been present for any of Yugi's 'panda bear' moments as Joey had dubbed them, he was just as taken aback as Mrs Weasley, but recovered much quicker.

"Oh, of course! I'm so sorry, I forgot that it's such a jump for you!" she said, bustling around the kitchen and helping Bakura to his feet. Kaiba rose without any help, although there was a slight wobble that denoted how tired he truly was. "This way!" she said cheerily, leading them out of the kitchen and up the stairs. "We've put you just down the hall from Harry and Ron. The other two will be here at the end of the week and will be in the room next to yours, Yugi," she said as they drew level with two doors on the left. The first door had a label reading Marik and Ryou in both English and hieroglyphs. Marik raised his eyebrows and at that but didn't question it. Mrs Weasley took no notice as she helped Bakura in and laid him on the bed. He mumbled some form of thanks, curling up on one of the beds and going back to sleep. She then led him and Kaiba next door.

The first thing Yugi noticed was the label. In English was Yugi and Seto. Underneath that, was the same again in hieroglyphs (with Kaiba's name spelt Set) but also another cartouche, this one empty of nothing except the Eye displayed on each of the Items. Yugi stared at it, wondering who had put that there.

There is old magic at work here Yami stated, sounding as startled as Yugi. They have included me in the protection spell.

Really? Yugi stared at the seemingly innocuous label, more confused than ever. Kaiba was waiting for him strangely enough, for the first time not hurrying him along. Mrs Weasley had taken leave of them already and Yugi wondered when she had left.

Yes. I don't know how, but I know that they have. But whoever did this, did not include the Spirit of the Ring. There was something odd in Yami's voice, an undercurrent that Yugi had never heard before. Once upon a time he would have called it anger, but now he recognised it as an odd accent that the Pharaoh would slip into at times. Not quite the same as when he spoke Coptic and he had never been able to pin it down but it was always there when he was angry or confused.

Deliberately?

I don't know. There was a pause before he continued. But from what I felt earlier I would say that it was.

"Finished?" Kaiba asked when Yugi stepped forward and he blinked.

"Huh?"

"You zone out when you're talking to your other personality," Kaiba stated, verbally underlining the last two words. Yugi stared at him as he swept past. Kaiba had never once acknowledged Yami, treating him instead as if he were merely some other personality of Yugi's. He had even once sent him a pamphlet on Dissassociative Identity Disorder, a rare gesture of concern on the older boy's part. And now… it was the closest that Kaiba had ever come to admitting that Yugi shared headspace with someone, let alone accepting that Yami was in fact someone completely different to him. Except…

Except Kaiba had known about the technology issue. He appeared to know about these Tomb Keeper Clans that the Ishtars didn't and Yugi had seen the way he looked at one of Mrs Weasley's sons. It was the same way he looked at an opponent, calculating how to get past them and their various strategies. There was a lot that was not adding up about Kaiba all of a sudden and Yugi was going to get to the bottom of it.

Kaiba was already sat on one of the beds, laptop set up and briefcase at his feet. Their luggage had already been brought up and was sat under a bed each. Yugi flopped onto his bed and, despite feeling as if he were attempting to prop his eyes open with matchsticks, turned towards his rival. Allow me Yami said softly, nudging him slightly towards his soul room. Get some rest. Yugi internally nodded and allowed his partner to take over his body, slipping immediately into sleep the moment he reached his soul room.

Yami would fill him in later.

The once long dead spirit of the Pharaoh blinked rapidly as he and Yugi switched places. It was always odd, being alive again. The sensation of breathing was always novel for one who hadn't needed to for five thousand years, but there were other things to concentrate on. If Kaiba had noticed the switch, he didn't give away any signs, continuing to work at his computer. Yami used this small reprieve to take stock of his surroundings and the state of Yugi's body.

Tired was the first sensation to come to him, followed immediately by wrong time. The modern world was strange- not too long ago they had been leaving in the morning and it felt as if it should be early evening and yet it was midday. Ra was still high in the sky. The room they were in was simple if drab. Not too much bigger than Yugi's bedroom at home but with two beds crammed into the space rather than any other kind of furniture. He wondered if all the rooms in this house were the same size or if this was one of the smaller ones. Shaking off that thought and mentally checking on his host (asleep and most likely not waking any time soon), he turned his attention on Kaiba.

"You know something about this world." Where Yugi might have phrased it as a question, Yami did not. He might not be a king anymore, nor have any memories of his past, but his instincts still screamed that something was off here. And he hated to give any advantages to his opponents, even the benign ones. Kaiba scowled, still looking at the contraption on his lap, but he had stopped typing. He then, very deliberately, placed the laptop to one side slowly. It was odd that Kaiba gave such care to take his time- a sure sign that he did not want to give any clear answer to the many questions that his companions had.

"You know something about those glyphs on the door." Another statement and no answer. Yami narrowed his eyes- Kaiba was trying to deflect which meant that either he was forcing the man to confront something he had been avoiding for years (not unlikely) or he was under some oath not to talk about it.

"A trade then," Yami offered. "I'll tell you about the spell on the door, you tell me how you knew of these… others." Kaiba eyed him for a moment in silence, an odd tension between them. It was unlike anything Yami had felt in Kaiba's presence. Usually it was the feeling of facing a rival, or eternal frustration that he was dismissing something that was right in front his eyes, clear as day, once again. This time, it felt almost as if his rival felt threatened by him. Yami recoiled slightly, startled that Kaiba would be afraid of him. That was new. He then abruptly stood and faced the window above the small table that separated the beds.

"I know Bill Weasley. He's a guardian and tutor of my cousin." The tone was sharp and Yami blinked. He hadn't been aware that Kaiba had a cousin. He was the kind of person to keep all members of his family close, even Mokuba. Yami briefly wondered if Yugi knew about this, but then dismissed it. Neither of them were close, certainly not close enough to know about any family squabbles that might be within the Kaiba family.

"You never said anything about them." Kaiba scowled, still resolutely not looking at him.

"Dad never spoke much about his family." Yami stared. It was not an address he had ever heard from Kaiba- in fact he had never heard him speak of his birth family at all. Then again, he had never thought to intrude- the fact that the Kaiba brothers were orphans was information enough to know that it would be incredibly rude and intrusive to ask. "Apparently, he and his brother had a falling out many years ago." Silence followed this and Yami realised that this was all he was going to get out of Kaiba. Besides, this didn't seem like it was their business.

"The spells on the door are for protection. It uses your name to ward off any and all unwanted attention and prevents those from entering who don't have permission," Yami said, giving a brief explanation of the wards on the doors. Kaiba finally turned towards him and scowled.

"Then why put one with an eye in it? I know that isn't a hieroglyph." Yami raised an eyebrow at him and he somehow frowned harder, eyes hard. He then turned away muttering about crazy rivals and flung himself on the bed in an uncharacteristicly graceless movement, sweeping the laptop up with him. The odd tension in the room had dissipated and Yami sighed, laying down. For a moment he had thought that Kaiba was finally listening and now he was just as closed off as he had been before.

But now I have some answers he thought to himself as he put together the small pieces of the puzzle that Kaiba had given him. Granted, they were not much but there was enough there to get a rough outline of the bigger picture. So, one of these others must be related to Kaiba and be from the area that was attacked. He couldn't be certain, but it made logical sense. Kaiba had only relented when the location and names of these others was mentioned. He was also fiercely protective of his family and, even if they knew and accepted magic while Kaiba didn't, he would go out of his way to look after them. Especially considering that he had so little of them left. He couldn't be sure which one though; after all they only had names so far and no pictures.

Sighing softly, he closed his eyes. It was time to allow Yugi's body to rest and he could mull over this new puzzle all he liked in his labyrinth of a soul room.

Harry shifted uneasily in his seat. It had been a week since the foreign students had arrived, and he got the feeling that Hermione had been annoying them to no end. Especially Kaiba, who had started to immediately leave the room if he saw her in there or she walked in. Then again, he had gotten the feeling on the night that they met up with them all that Kaiba was a pretty solitary person and would not appreciate his friend's curious nature. Yugi was far more polite, blushing most of the time when Hermione asked a slightly invasive question, along with Ryou, although Marik had a tendency to ignore her when he felt like she was getting too intrusive.

He had also noticed that they were all a little odd. Ryou had a tendency to switch between quiet and shy and completely manic. At one point, when Hermione and Ron had been interrogating him on life in Japan he had suddenly shot up, shouting what he assumed were swear words at them in Japanese and stormed out of the room. Yugi too, had some odd behaviours, zoning out occasionally and being startled when someone asked him a question. It seemed to happen the most often when they were all crowded around an Extendable Ear trying to listen in on the Order. Kaiba and Marik were the least odd in regards to behaviour, although Kaiba had made it a point to avoid Bill for some reason. Not that it mattered too much- Bill seemed constantly tired from flitting between England and Egypt in preparation for the other two who were supposed to join them today. Tomorrow they would all be leaving for London and the Hogwarts Express.

Since the last two exchange students were arriving today, it had been agreed that that was when they would go to Diagon Alley. The others didn't mind, and Harry got the feeling that they were glad that they had the opportunity to catch up with sleep. It wasn't such a big time difference between England and Egypt than it had been for those coming from Japan, although Harry had been surprised to find out that not only was Marik Egyptian, but also that he was a part of the Clans that made up the mysterious group of Tomb Keepers. It didn't matter how much Hermione asked- neither he, nor Bill, would give away information about what this meant and the rest of the Order were rather vague about it as well. Harry got the feeling that they didn't know either.

Mrs Weasley was bustling about the kitchen, clearing away the last of the breakfast plates as the four in question talked amongst themselves. Harry watched them carefully but couldn't work out how it was they had managed to fight off the Death Eaters. At times they seemed surprised by what magic could do, but never caught off guard that magic existed. No one could tell him how they had fought off the Death Eaters in the attack and none of them were big on talking about it either. He had at first assumed it was because it had been a traumatising event; then he had suddenly got the feeling that it was more because they just weren't going to talk about the magic they used to do it. It seemed the Order couldn't get it out of them either since most of them seemed disgruntled after their long talk with them about it.

"All done Harry?" Mrs Weasley asked, grabbing his empty plate before he could answer. He nodded giving her a smile anyway and then turned towards Yugi, mind made up. It wasn't as if they were in any kind of rush since the others weren't here yet.

"Excited about today?" Harry asked him in a lull in their conversation. Yugi blinked and then grinned at him. The older boy had dressed down a little today, having divested himself of his usual thick buckles and chains, wearing a thinner band around his neck and a button-down shirt rather than the tight-fitting black tank top. He had still outlined his eyes with eyeliner though, which really freaked Ron out until Hermione had explained punk fashion to him.

"Oh, yeah! We've hardly seen anything of London!" he exclaimed, amythest eyes shining in excitement and making him look even younger. Harry had been surprised to find out that not only was he sixteen, but he would turn seventeen during their year at Hogwarts. He seemed more around Ginny's age than anything else. Kaiba grunted from his corner with his laptop.

"It's not that exciting. It's just a city like anywhere else in the world," he snapped, never taking his eyes off the screen. Marik rolled his eyes pretty hard, glancing over towards Ryou who looked a little bemused.

"You know we aren't all world travelled business tycoons," he said, voice heavy with sarcasm. Unlike the others, Marik's English was hardly accented. Even Kaiba had a slight foreign accent, although he also spoke it the best and had been irritated at having to explain when the others messed up. Kaiba didn't deign them with an answer and Bakura steered the conversation away from him by turning towards Mrs Weasley.

"What time will we be leaving?" he asked shyly. Mrs Weasley went to answer but was cut off when Mr Weasley burst into the room.

"All ready to go?" he asked, half running round the table to embrace his wife.

"But what about-?" she started but he shook his head.

"Just gotten news from Bill. Apparently there was another attack late last night- Death Eaters were trying to break into some tomb or another and they've spent half the night clearing up the mess. They're going to meet us at Gringott's," he explained in a rush, before gesturing for them all to get a move on. Harry jumped to his feet, already moving towards the hall and ready to go, followed by Ron and Hermione. Kaiba was a bit slower, taking the time to shut his computer down. Harry wondered how he was charging his electronics- how all of them were considering he had seen Yugi busy chatting away on his own mobile phone the night before with the KC logo on the back.

They were all soon ushered out and through the London streets. Yugi and Ryou looked fascinated, while Marik was glancing around everywhere, attempting to take it all in at once. Kaiba was looking uninterested right up until one kid on the Undergound spotted him and, oddly, Yugi.

"It's the King of Games!" the boy shouted, eyes wild in excitement. Yugi made an odd squeaking noise and jumped behind Kaiba who looked less than impressed to be used as a shield. However, this shout had attracted more attention and suddenly, they were surrounded by a variety of different people, all clamouring for both Kaiba and Yugi's autographs. Mr Weasley looked interested but Kaiba was waving them off, irritated as usual. Yugi was trying to placate them while Marik and, oddly, Ryou both were sniggering into their hands as if this was the funniest thing they had ever seen. When they finally managed to extricate themselves and get on a train, Yugi managed to finally explain.

"Um… sorry about that," he said, face bright red. "I'm sort of famous."

"Why were they asking to duel you? You don't have a wand yet!" Ron asked, looking confused. Harry, however, who had been feeling like he had heard Yugi's name before, suddenly found the memory clicking into place.

"You're the World Champion of Duel Monsters!" It came out louder than he meant it to, but since Mr Weasley had carefully put a silencing charm around them it didn't attract any unwanted attention.

"The card game?" Hermione asked, looking slightly surprised.

"Uh, yeah," Harry said, blushing a bit at his slip up. "Dudley tried it and then got bored a couple of years ago. He left the cards in my room." In fact, Harry had found them strewn all over the floor along with a bunch of other broken and discarded toys that Dudley had thrown away into his room while he had been at Hogwarts. Yugi just nodded, looking curious but not wanting to intrude. Ron still looked as confused until Hermione explained.

"It never really caught on in this country but I suppose it's a lot more popular in the country it originated from," she said, almost flippantly. Marik frowned.

"Technically, it's a recreation of a game from Egypt, just re-made with cards rather than stone blocks," he said rather waspishly, looking annoyed. Hermione blinked, startled and then seemed to realise that she had just insulted him inadvertently, or at least, his homeland.

"Oh! I didn't know that," she said faintly, blushing. Hermione had never liked being corrected or lacking in information.

"It's more popular than you think," Kaiba interrupted, before things got too awkward. "Ever since Battle City, there's been an increase of interest in the game, but it's at its least profitable in Canada and Australia." Ron stared and seemed about to ask how he knew that before Harry elbowed him in the side. There was a time and a place to explain to Ron, who was just as bemused by this Muggle mode of transport as the others were about the country they were in, how Kaiba Corporation worked but now was not it. They had arrived at the correct station and, after getting the two wizards through the turnstiles, they all piled up and into the Leaky Cauldron. Kaiba's lip curled up in disgust at the dingy pub but he was hurried through by Mr Weasley, who had seemingly noticed just how late they were.

"Through here!" he exclaimed, showing them into the back alley where the entrance to Diagon Alley was and pulling out his wand.

"Um, this doesn't look like anywhere to…" Marik started just as he tapped the correct brick and the wall leapt apart to reveal the magical high street. He trailed off, lavender eyes wide. Even Kaiba looked impressed.

By the looks of things, the others wanted to visit every shop, much like how he had felt when first coming to Diagon Alley, but Mr Weasley somehow corralled them all towards the imposing building that was Gringotts. He supposed that it helped that he was used to seven rowdy children and had probably had to deal with them all alone at one point and so was used to moving teenagers in one direction with as little fuss as possible. Harry was startled however, by a deep voice that suddenly snapped something in Japanese when they drew close enough to the doors to read the warning carved into them. He turned to find out who it was, but, being at the front of the group next to Mr Weasley, could neither see who it was and, for that matter, see where he was going either and so had no warning as he ran into someone right on the other side of the door. There was a startled yelp, and someone was swearing viciously above him, although he wasn't able to understand what it was. What he did catch was that whoever he was currently stuck in a tangle of limbs with had a pair of startling red eyes lined with rather smudged eyeliner.

He was suddenly hauled to his feet, right as he heard Bill, who seemingly appeared from nowhere, shout, "Don't!" It was a strangely commanding tone from the usually easy-going Weasley sibling. The person who had a hold on him- dressed in a brilliant red robe over a white cotton tunic and some kind of linen headwrap that only revealed angry lavender eyes (why do half the foreigners I meet have purple or weird eye colours? Harry found himself thinking rather inappropriately at that moment), the top of a scar running over and disappearing under the right eye.

"Why?" this person growled before snapping something in his own native tongue. Bill was busy helping the poor person Harry had accidently bowled over up, although he didn't seem particularly hurt, brushing off the navy robe that covered a similar tunic to the one his captor was wearing.

"Because it was an accident," this person said, voice surprisingly soothing and heavily accented. "Let him go Akhefia." There was some distinct grumbling from behind him but he was duly let go as Harry's victim reached up and shoved his own headwrap down and away, revealing a face startlingly similar to Yugi's if tanned and that his hair was half tied back rather than gelled into spikes around his head. He gave a soft smile to them, extending a hand to Mr Weasley and thoroughly ignoring his partner who had shoved his own headwear down to reveal a sharp face and a shock of white choppy hair. "It is a pleasure to meet you," he said. "My name is Atem Menes and my rather rude friend is Akhefia Kheti."

And finally all the main characters are in one place! I didn't intentionally mean to build these two up so much, but I needed to establish a fews things first, hence the slightly filler-ey chapter last week. And as an interesting note, I spell it Atem because the 'u' is more of a pronunciation issue (usually silent) and so the difference would make more sense when spoken aloud.

So some more of the Akkadian princesses- er, well, Princess. And no, I'm not going mad in having her speak Ancient Egyptian. Not just for her character , but also Egypt and Mesopotamia had a long history of trading even this early in history, hence the still ongoing argument as to who invented writing. Seriously. Contrary to popular belief, the Ancient Egyptians may not have invented writing per sey, but rather a complete alphabet first and Mesopotamia may have come up with the concept of writing. But, that is a debate for another day and, as I said, still ongoing so we'll leave it at that.

In regards to everyone being tired... I may have based that on my own experiences of travelling long distances. And Bakura's reaction is literally a transcription of my brother when arriving in Brisbane. I think the people there thought he was drunk XD. Anyhow, that aside, I know it is bad for people to sleep due to jet lag, but I have found that having naps for an hour or so does help and lets you enjoy your day if you are planning on doing something.

Sorry Yugi, I had to. Interestingly, Britain isn't really mentioned in any of the tournatments in the anime- there's America and a fair few other countries but no Britain. So I'm using that as a way of showing that it may not have taken off so much in this country, however that's not to say that people wouldn't recognise him. He is, after all, the King of Games at this point and has face off against some international duelists and beaten Pegasus during Duelist Kingdom. Double that with all the publicity that Kaiba has him doing in this fic and I would say that it is a fair deal to say that he would be recognised world over.

For the language issue- considering duelling is shown to be multi-national, they would need a common language to all talk to each other. And, while Chinese is in fact that most spoken language in the world, English is commonly used as a neutral language between different countries (don't ask me why since it's actually third, losing out to Spanish too.) For Marik as well, his family are linked to archaeology, another place where English is commonly used and would probably know multiple languages due to this anyway, along with Ishizu. Kaiba needs no explanation and Bakura is... difficult. In the English (ahem 4Kids) dub, they give him a semi-British accent, however he has different accents in other dubs. I cannot find anywhere to confirm if he is actually half-British as I have seen claimed elsewhere, so I am leaving that issue in bed and going with the same explanation as Yugi- he can speak English because he is a duelist and a common language is needed for international championships. (Also in this, I have made Yugi capable of speaking Arabic since his grandfather is a well known archaeologist and I like to think that not only does he want to follow in his grandfather's footsteps, but also that he would want to work in Egypt and decided a long time ago to learn the local language. That is my mini-canon for this story, not a part of the anime or manga canon).

Vaasth: I'm glad you are enjoying this and I hope that you enjoy this chapter as well!