Ok, so I lied, I had a little more time than I thought and I couldn't resist. I would say though, as a warning, updates are more than likely going to be sower after this point as I still have my dissertation to write so... er… yeah, but I'll try to keep them to at least fortnightly and give you some warning before I do another update.

Anyhow, please enjoy this newest chapter which sort of came out of nowhere, even for me!

To avoid confusion:

Words Yami speaking mentally

Words Yugi speaking mentally

"Words" Characters speaking Japanese

"Words" Characters speaking Ancient Egyptian

"Words" Characters speaking Arabic

"Words" Characters speaking Akkadian

Yugi felt as if someone had just thrown cold water down his back. This was… surreal, weird, terrifyingly abnormal and that was saying something for someone who had an ancient Egyptian Pharaoh stuck in their head. Of course, he had known the names of their two fellow exchange students, but this was unlike anything he had been expecting. Even Marik had rocked backwards on his feet, looking as if he had been physically struck.

The person who had introduced himself as Atem could have been a carbon copy of Yami, or at least of what Yugi assumed he had looked like during his own life. Tanned skin complementing three colours in his hair- although unlike Yugi he had merely pulled it back into a half-ponytail rather than spike it up, blonde bangs falling into his face slightly with more blonde streaks running through and back into his hair. Gold glittered at his neck, fingers and ears. His eyes were outlined with kohl, however it was smudged a bit showing how long they must have been up for. He was dressed in traditional Egyptian robes, the inner cloth a slightly off white while the outer robe was a stunning navy blue. The linen of his headdress had pooled around his neck, obscuring whatever hung from a thin silver chain around his neck, but other than that everything was so familiar. The height (not too much taller than him), the red eyes, the voice, even the faint scar that was showing on his left wrist that Yami had.

It took Yugi more than a few moments to notice his companion, who had finally released Harry from his tight hold. He was taller than Atem and bulkier- Yugi was willing to bet that there were some killer abs hiding underneath those robes. His hair was as white as Bakura's, an odd contrast to his deeply tanned skin, just a shade or two darker than Atem's. Gold winked at them from his wrists, although not in as much prevalence- only a few coils of bracelets and rings on his fingers. His outer robe was a stunning red rather than blue and he looked far less friendly, not helped by the scar running under his right eye. Yugi shuddered at the thought as to how that might have happened.

Out of all of them, it was Kaiba who recovered first. He made a non-committal grunt and then eyed up the other boy- presumably Akhefia, since the only other person present was Ron's older brother Bill.

"I assume you're the grunt then," he stated, only to receive a scowl in return.

"Do I look like one of Pharaoh's guards?" the boy snapped back, voice rough and angry. He looked about as willing to be here as Kaiba was. Yugi noted the odd phrase- Egypt didn't have a king anymore and certainly no Pharaoh's. Marik, however, made an odd noise and suddenly threw himself on the floor, muttering something in quick and fast Arabic, too fast for Yugi to catch. This seemed to startle Atem enough to step forward and place a hand on his shoulder. A few more words of Arabic and he was helping Marik to his feet. It was then that he gave the taller boy a conspiratorial wink before turning to the others.

"My apologies for Akhefia. It has been a long night," he said, his English careful and accented with the soft tones of an Egyptian native. His speech was also incredibly formal- Yugi wondered where he had learnt it, especially if he had spent his whole life among the Tomb Keepers.

"Ah, yes, we heard," Mr Weasley intoned, having not caught any reactions from them. Yugi gently poked Yami at this point- the Pharaoh had gone so quiet he had wondered whether he had disappeared back into the Puzzle. He felt him jump slightly before he received some rather baffled and confused feelings; clearly his friend was just as confused as he was. Rarely was the Pharaoh struck speechless but here, in this place, it seemed to be happening more and more regularly. They were interrupted from answering anything by the arrival of a small creature- most likely one of the goblins that they had been warned about earlier in the week.

"This way please," it snapped at them and Akhefia sent it a glare which would have made Kaiba quail had he been looking in his direction. Yugi made a mental note not to get on the wrong side of this one- cranky from a long night or not, he definitely looked like someone Yugi had avoided many times in the past when the sense of this person is going to hurt me reared its ugly head. They turned and followed the goblin further into the bank and towards a desk manned by another goblin. A sign over the counter read 'Exchange desk'.

It didn't take long for them to exchange currency, although the exchange rate made little to no sense to Yugi. He, Marik and Ryou had put in 20,000 yen each, giving them 27 Galleons, 4 Sickles and 28 Knuts while Kaiba, with his limitless amounts of money, had put in 50,000 yen- something he called 'pocket change'. That had given him 69 Galleons, 1 Sickle and 3 Knuts, along with a disgusted look on his face at the exchange rates.

"There's about 146.32 yen to the pound. How do you go from £341.71 to 69 in your exchange rate? Do you not have inflation in your stupid little world?" He snapped at Mr Weasley as they left the counter and allowed the other two to gather their own money. By the sounds of it, even less than his own which made him wince. He wondered whether it would have been better to have just bartered some of the gold that they wore rather than go through the conversion rates, a thought that seemed to be shared by Akhefia, who appeared to be cursing up a storm behind them. Mr Weasley just gave Kaiba a confused look as he gestured them towards the door. Harry, Ron and Hermione didn't seem particularly surprised- apart from Ron who had seemed to be under the impression that they were all as rich as Kaiba when they had first produced money.

"What do you mean there's over a hundred yen to the pound?" he asked, only to receive a scowl from Kaiba. Yugi decided to take pity on him- it was a good distraction from the continual thought nagging at the back of his mind that there was something wrong with this whole situation.

"It's the conversion rate," he said. "The pound is a relatively strong currency, so it generally converts well into other currencies but it's all to do with the rate of inflation and strength of the currency within and outside of the country that you're in. Um… Kaiba would have a better idea of it, but he does have a point that the conversion rates for Wizarding Money are weird."

"That's because they're converting it into English Pounds first and then into Wizarding Currency," Kaiba growled, eyes furious. "Meaning that not only do we lose out moneywise, but also that they can slice off some of the profits of that conversion rating since they don't appear to adjust the currency conversion vs demand for that currency inside and outside the country." Yugi stared at him, feeling as confused as the others.

"Meaning?" Marik asked, looking unimpressed.

"Meaning they're stealing," a gruff voice spat from behind them. Yugi jumped, not having realised that the other two had caught up with them. Before he could elaborate on what he meant, they were rushed out of the bank by a rather harassed looking Bill, who was glancing uneasily about him. Yugi noticed that the surrounding goblins were giving them dirty looks.

Perhaps they should not have mentioned stealing Yami intoned quietly. Yugi very nearly jumped again but managed to contain it to a barely concealed flinch as Akhefia swept past, muttering obscenities in his own language as he went.

Are you alright? Yugi asked.

I will be. It was… a shock. Well, he wasn't wrong there.

Their first stop was robes, which nearly had Marik spitting his own obscenities after trying to convince the woman that he could just wear his old Rare Hunter robes for his school uniform which did not go down well. Bakura looked as if he were in seventh heaven when they reached the book shop and Yugi felt that even the Pharaoh felt more at home in this relatively normal part of the wizarding world. Biting books aside. It was here that they were confronted with the issue of electives- the four of them, plus the other two surprisingly, had chosen Ancient Runes but they all had a different second elective. Bakura had signed up for Divination, while both Atem and Akhefia along with Yugi himself had opted for Care of Magical Creatures. Kaiba had immediately signed up for Arithmancy as soon as the option was given and Marik had pleaded out of a second elective on the grounds that he had never been to a real school before (it had been the single most brilliant piece of acting Yugi had ever seen considering if the wizards had given even half of an effort into their research they would have known that Marik had been allowed to attend Domino High with them since the end of Battle City).

They were just leaving the apothecary when a tiny girl, who seemed to be all of about ten years old and dressed in traditional Egyptian robes of a rusty red colour, suddenly ran out of the crowd of people in their direction.

"Baba! Baba!" she was shouting as she leapt, crossing the last three feet of ground in the air and into the waiting arms of Atem.

"Nofret? What are you doing here?" he asked, speaking louder than earlier so that Yugi could actually understand him. The girl, apparently Nofret (and what an odd name that was, which he was fairly certain dated back to the 4th or 5th Dynasty), just tugged on his robe, babbling something that sounded like Arabic but wasn't quite.

It's Coptic. She's asking him to come with her. She frightened by something Yami translated, sounding alarmed. Yugi had to admit that it was odd- what was another Tomb Keeper doing here? And what was so urgent that she was dragging her friend away from them? Akhefia's face was carefully blank, so Yugi couldn't even tell what he thought of this. Bill, however, looked more alarmed when another woman, also dressed in white cotton robes and her head wrapped, looking more like you would find someone in the desert than you would in the middle of London, appeared out of the crowd. She grabbed the girl by the shoulder, her grip deceptively soft as she said, in pleasant if lilting English, "Manners sister. The others do not understand." It was then that Yugi noticed the gleaming bejewelled dagger clutched in her other hand.

"Haphiri," Atem said, glancing up from the younger girl, frowning. "What are you both doing here?"

"Are you not happy to see us brother?" the woman asked, an odd smile playing around her lips before they were pressed into a thin line. She then switched back into Coptic, snapping something out that was almost a hiss. Atem stiffened as Akhefia suddenly swore visiously. Oddly, it was Bill's reaction which was the most telling- he paled almost to the point of going grey in the face.

What did she say? Yugi asked, feeling the confusion coming from his partner. Yami gave what was the equivalent of a mental hug.

I'm not sure what she meant. She said, he's here. The Serpent King is here.

They were dead. They had barely been in the country for a handful of hours and they were dead. If Voldemort got his hands on any of this information, they were dead. Hell, Bill was convinced he was dead. Why was she here? Why had she brought her sister? Why couldn't they just be finished shopping at this point?

Atem seemed to sense that he was freaking out as he turned towards him with a soft smile. "Nothing to worry about at the moment. Right?" This was pointedly aimed towards Haphiri. Well, he could see why she would claim to be related to him- both she and her sister shared the same pointed face and odd hair colour as Atem. Nofret had blonde streaks running through her dark hair while Haphiri the same but a deep dark red. But that didn't detract from the fact that they were dead.

Haphiri seemed to sense that the prince was not entirely happy with her presence- she gave a soft smile and a bow of her head, nothing like the terrible grins she liked to give to him. The ever-present dagger was held tightly in her left hand, and she seemed to be gripping it all the more tightly right now.

The Serpent King. The other name she gave to the foreigner. The one she's so terrified of. And anything that scares her… Bill swallowed the lump in his throat. Listening ears, he had to remember that. This was not the tombs and not the city. There were others here that could understand them and not all were friendly- the boy who had introduced himself as Ryou Bakura was looking suspiciously more sadistic than usual, hand in pocket. Akhefia seemed to be attempting to stand as far away from him as possible.

"I'm sorry what's going on?" Dad asked, looking confused. So, Bill did what he did best- plastered a smile on his face and gave his father a bare faced lie to spare him the truth of the matter.

"Nothing much. Haphiri and her sister wanted to let us know that the Death Eaters were spotted around their home once again," Bill said, something that the Order already knew about. And then, just for effect, "And to see their brother off, of course." Yugi was giving him a strange look and Kaiba's face was that odd blank that screamed he wasn't buying it but wasn't going to call him out on it yet. Marik was the only one of the transfers who actually looked a bit confused. Harry, Ron and Hermione were looking just as alarmed and confused as they had at the beginning of the conversation. They had briefly left them earlier after the bank to gather their own supplies and it was agreed that they would meet back at the Leaky Cauldron except they had finished early. Bill wished they would have stayed on that course.

His father, however, was mollified enough by this answer. "Oh!" he said. "I am so sorry, I didn't know! Is everyone alright?" Haphiri seemed taken aback by Dad's sincere enthusiasm and concern. He got the feeling she wasn't used to it- she certainly wasn't when he first met her, and he had no idea what her life had been like when her heart still beat.

"Yes, everyone is fine. Luckily, no one was seriously hurt in the attacks," Haphiri said, the English sounding odd on her tongue. Bill was used to her speaking in either Arabic or Coptic and very rarely an odd language that was more than likely Akkadian. He hadn't even known she could speak English.

Thankfully, this allowed them to move to the last shop of the day: Ollivander's. For a brief moment, Bill wondered if the Princesses would be coming with them, but Haphiri made a quick and quiet excuse to meet them back at the Leaky Cauldron, allowing not only for her and her sister to leave, but also Dad along with Harry, Ron and Hermione. They did attempt to protest but, since none of them were in need of a wand and the shop was still incredibly small, they were easily corralled out and towards the relative safety of the pub.

Now all Bill had to deal with were four suspicious teenagers and two on guard Tomb Keepers.

"So, are you going to tell us the real reason those two were here or keep us all in the dark?" Kaiba drawled out as they approached the shop. Bill swallowed and wondered what on earth the correct response to that was. He was just glad that Kaiba had waited until the others were gone before confronting them on the appearance of the Princesses.

"It is nothing you need to worry about," Atem said quietly, eyeing his cousin carefully. Kaiba seemed to pick up on the 'stay out of things that you didn't want to be involved in all those years ago' tone. His face twisted in disgust but let the subject drop. Bill noticed that both Akhefia and Necrophades had dropped the knives hidden on their person. Yugi, however, still looked as if he wanted to ask questions but, thankfully, the arrival of Ollivander interrupted that thought.

"And who do we have here today?" the man asked, appearing as always from the depths of his shop. Only Atem, Akhefia and Marik didn't jump, used to people appearing out of shadows no doubt.

"Late transfer students," Bill explained quickly, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible. The four from Japan looked unhappy by that description but Bill could care less as Atem suddenly swayed alarmingly on the spot. He leapt forward, intending to help Akhefia steady him, but, thankfully, he managed to catch himself on the edge of Ollivander's desk. Bill caught a brief glimpse of a broad blonde man dressed in a trench coat through the window, before he was distracted by Yugi's worried voice.

"Are you alright?" he asked, alarmed. Atem, gripping Bill's arm with a strength that belied his small frame, gave him a thin smile.

"Ah… I am sorry. I believe I am more tired than I thought I was," he said, the English tripping every so often. Even though Bill knew the prince was capable of several different languages, English was one he knew he struggled with. That and the fact that neither wrote in English would be interesting for the upcoming year but, he supposed, that was what translation spells were for. Ollivander didn't seem bothered too much and simply gestured towards the ever-present rickety chair in the shop, which Atem gladly took.

If that was fatigue, I'll eat Ron's socks Bill thought, eyeing him carefully. Akhefia was glaring out of the window and Bill turned to see what he was looking at as Ryou stepped up to try out some wands. The blonde man he had seen earlier had been joined by two others- one with spikey brown hair and another with a short bob of red hair. The three looked out of place in the middle of Diagon Alley dressed in Muggle clothing, made all the more alarming by the tiny green gemstones glittering from somewhere on their person. Akhefia was already holding a knife and looked about ready to charge out of the shop to confront them.

"Don't," Bill said, in Arabic. Marik turned to look at them just as Ryou's newest attempt blew up a shelf of wands and he was distracted once again.

"Why the hell shouldn't I?" Akhefia snapped, only to be cut off as Atem snagged his sleeve and shook his head. He was pale, obviously affected by this in some way. Bill wondered if that was why Haphiri had left- that this ancient magic, even to her, had such a negative and lasting effect on those in her family. Akhefia didn't look happy at having been stopped but acquiesced to the prince's whims. It was something he noticed him doing a lot- there were not many who gave the Thief King respect, but Atem had never treated him as anything other than an equal. It was probably why they were so close, despite Mahad's continued protests.

"Bill?" Atem said quietly, just as Marik stepped up, now that Ryou had found his wand. Bill nodded in understanding. If they were looking for a fight from the Tomb Keepers, then they would be in for a shock. Taking a deep breath, he stepped away and, under the distraction of Marik attempting to find a wand, slipped out of the shop.

The world was spinning alarmingly, but Atem ignored this as he watched Bill approach the three strangers. This world was strange- cold too, even for summer. He tugged discreetly on his robe to wrap it around him further, despite now being indoors. The four other foreigners were currently wrapped up in getting their wands, although Atem could have guessed what kind they would get. He fingered his own wand, hidden in his sleeve along with a few of his own weapons. Both his and Akhefia's wands were unique to the rest of the Mages, not only because they were created of wood from outside Egypt, but also because they were unique even in wand-making, that Aten was aware of. His own wand was made of Ebony with hair from his ka as well as… something else. Mahad hadn't been very clear on that. Akhefia's was a little more straightforward- made of African Blackwood with a core made from Thestral hair and a scale from Diabound, a combination that had had the local wandmaker tittering away about all the connotations to death. Atem hadn't exactly been surprised.

The other four mages would be just as odd in their choices he could feel. Already, Ryou Bakura had been selected for a Cedar wand with Unicorn hair core and Marik by the looks of things had just been selected for a Birch wand with Dragonscale core, rather than heartstring. Ollivander seemed very interested by that and wandered over to them before approaching either Yugi or Kaiba.

"Perhaps you would like to go next, to recuperate from your long journey?" the soft-spoken man asked. His voice was gentle but Atem could sense the overriding curiosity. This man was crafty but not cruel. At least, not intentionally. He slipped his wand from its previous hiding place, showing it to the man.

"Neither myself nor my companion are in need of wands. We have our own," he said, internally cursing this odd language. There were so many ways to say one thing and the words were strange on his tongue, but he persevered. Ollivander looked intrigued, especially by the protective hieroglyphs along with several cuneiform spells etched in tiny pieces of gold leaf on the wand.

"May I?" he asked, hand outstretched already. Atem paused but decided that this was hardly going to cause an issue. He was already well aware that his wand was odd. So, he carefully placed it in the man's palm, keeping an eye on it all the while. Haphiri had put those spells on it to ensure he wouldn't be able to break it, back when he had been younger and too curious for his own good (and hadn't that turned out well, considering he had very nearly snapped it in half by falling on it in the middle of the Nameless Pharaoh's tomb).

"Oh my," Ollivander said in surprise. "Ebony, 15 ½ inches, unyielding. And this core…" The man paused and eyed him over his hand, which was currently holding the wand close to his eyes. "I have never seen a wand like this." Atem held out his hand and the wandmaker reverently gave it back, not answering him. The dizziness was slowly fading, meaning Bill had accomplished his task somewhat successfully. He vaguely wondered if he had cursed them, as he watched the man re-enter the shop. Ollivander had seemed to realise he wouldn't get an answer as he was currently looking over Akhefia's wand.

"Hmm… another interesting combination. Blackwood, 17 inches and incredibly battered by the looks of it." The wandmaker looked none too impressed and Atem hid his laugh in a well-placed cough. Akhefia didn't much care about the wand, and it showed in the number of nicks and scrapes on it. The only reason it wasn't broken already was Nofret's continued protests to his adamant intention to wreck it- not that Atem was going to tease the other boy about his obvious soft spot for the ghostly thirteen year-old. Contrary to popular belief, he did have some self-preservation. "Core of Thestral hair… and snake scale?" Atem heard the hiss before he saw the head poke out of Akhefia's sleeve. Yugi yelped as Marik recoiled back.

Clearly, a lifetime avoiding snakes did endear one to them.

"Diabound's," Akhefia snapped, giving the curious snake's head a swift stroke and it retreated back into the robe, deciding that nothing interesting going on after all. The wand was swiftly handed back and the other two were tested for their own wands. In the end, Kaiba ended up with a Hawthorn and White Dragon heartstring and scale wand (Atem resisted the urge to snigger) and Yugi with a Black Laurel and Sphinx hair wand that Ollivander pulled from… somewhere. To be honest, the lie from earlier seemed to be coming true. He really shouldn't have sat down, but it had been hard to resist when the world had been spinning sickeningly around him and the air filled with the presence of dark magic.

They finally exited the shop, the street thankfully devoid of the three disciples and most of the crowds of people, considering how late in the day it was. Bill had assured them that they would be going back to the 'safe house' as soon as they joined up with the other three and his father, which Atem was thankful for. On the other hand, it also meant reuniting with Haphiri who, as soon as seeing them stumble into the dingy little pub, immediately got up and wrapped him in a hug. The reason for this was immediately evident when she spoke.

"The girl does not stop asking questions," she hissed in his ear. Atem, having long gotten used to the sensation, swallowed back the constant need to shiver in the presence of that blade. Instead, he carefully wrapped his arms around the semi-corporal princess and simply decided to silently laugh into her shoulder. Something that was not appreciated. "It is no laughing matter!"

"Of course not," Atem said, only half serious. It was rare for the elder of the two sisters to be so riled up. "But for someone so used to politics, should you not be skilled in ignoring such people?" Haphiri gave him a glare as she pulled away, only to be replaced by Nofret, as energetic as always and surprisingly adept at keeping a corporal form today, although Atem got the feeling that that was because Haphiri was helping her somewhat.

"What did you get?" she asked, attempting to weevil her way into the satchel hung at his side where his shrunken new school supplies were being stored. Atem waved her off, before pausing and holding out a hand, eyebrow raised. Nofret gave him an innocent gaze, right up until Akhefia snorted behind him, at which point she scowled and tugged the wand, money pouch and Quidditch Journal out from where she had hidden them about her person. Yugi, who had been passing them at that particular moment looked startled and the ever-present ghost following him gave the girl a disapproving look, most likely mirrored on his own face. Nofret merely poked her tongue out at him before flouncing away, most likely to pilfer something else off some poor unsuspecting patron of the pub. Sighing, Atem shook his head as Haphiri took off after her sister, the two disappearing through the wall as he approached the table. Only Kaiba had noticed that the two were not exactly alive, as the only one to have witnessed them do so.

"Ah, my apologies, but according my sister you… misplaced these," he said, holding the items out to the table at hand. The three students immediately looked alarmed, snatching their items back before patting down their pockets to check that nothing else had been taken. Before any could ask he simply explained, "My sister is something of a kleptomaniac. Just so you are aware for the future." Akhefia wasn't even hiding the smug expression on his face and Atem would have smacked him over the head for that, if it wasn't so funny. Bill, however, had his head in his hands and appeared slightly mortified. Mr Weasley looked merely disapproving.

"Have you not taught her better?" he asked, at which point Akhefia's hand flew to his pocket and Bill stiffened behind him. Atem, grabbing Akhefia's arm to stop him from doing something stupid and noting the horrified look on Marik's face, shook his head slightly and concealed the laughter at the idea of telling off a 5000-year-old ghost for tendencies learnt before death, even with his own jurisdiction.

"I believe father has tried," he said, which wasn't a complete lie. His father had, in fact, attempted to ask her not to rob the tourists blind, which had worked… for about a month before another group went to visit the tombs. Mr Weasley looked only slightly mollified and Akhefia simply grumbled under his breath as he slid the knife back into its proper place. Bill cleared his throat.

"Well, I believe that, since we're done for today, we should be heading back," he said, slightly too cheerfully. "After all, we haven't had any sleep for 24 hours." This seemed to prompt the others into jumping up and moving quickly, gathering their things and rushing out of the door, apologies given as they went. Atem didn't mind. So long as they reached a bed soon, it would be fine.

He did, however, note the three motorcyclists who sped off the moment they entered the underground.

So er, my apologies if I have either confused or (more likely) gotten the whole currency exchange rate stuff wrong but, I did my best. Maths is not my strong suit, but neither is it for the Harry Potter world, especially if you consider the exchange rate on Galleons which are unlikely to exchange well with any other currency than Pounds. Since it seems that Galleons etc. are used world-over in the wizarding world and we never see it converted to anything other than pounds (and I'm taking cannon only from the books, not the films etc.), it would make sense that you would lose out exchange-wise if you converted money anywhere other than the country that you live in. (Also, there needs to be a reason why people who don't seem to have jobs cough-Malfoy- cough have so much money.)

Also, this chapter sort of came out of nowhere for me. I didn't initially plan on writing anything to do with Diagon Alley, especially for Harry and his friends but then it seemed weird to me that the exchange students would be allowed out but not them so, here they came and then... didn't do much (except last chapter). I also always intended to gloss over the whole wand thing. It makes sense to me that those who live with magic would have wands to cover for themselves with the wizarding world and I didn't want to linger on it with so much else going on in this story. So, if you're disappointed by that then, I'm sorry. Also, I did a lot of research for the wands, wood types and all for a part I wasn't going to dwell on (why brain?) but, it was interesting so there's that.

Also, hi plot point from chapter 1. We shouldn't be seeing you for a while.

Anyhow, hopefully you enjoyed this chapter!

Bananarock509: Hi, thank you for your review! So, on the topic of there being essentially three of the 'same' people. I am writing this from the dub of Yugioh which, I know is not the best, but is the only piece (other than the Abridged series) that I am completely familiar with. And in it, when the Pharaoh goes to the afterlife, there doesn't seem to be any repercussions for Yugi, which is something that would occur in the Harry Potter universe if he were only half a soul. This being the case, and the fact that prophecies are extremely vague, I took advantage of and a plot bunny that ran off with the idea of 'what if there were multiple ways for the Pharaoh to have been sent off to the afterlife?'. After all, it has been 5000 years. And, in the Harry Potter universe this is a very possible outcome- see the whole thing about the fact that technically both Harry and Neville are the 'Chosen One', even though the Harry Potter books lay it out like Harry solely is the only one capable to defeating Voldemort. I mean, Neville or anyone born at the end of July could have in their year, it would just mean that Harry would be dead for real rather than survive through a technicality. Hence, this story was born. I'm sorry that I can't really make it any clearer than that, otherwise I will be giving spoilers to the rest of the story!

Fireking492: Thanks for your review and I'm glad your enjoying this story! And, yeah, since the wizarding world are very... limited in their fashion, I thought referencing punk for Yugi's style was relevant since most of the people he would be studying with have no clue about these sub-cultures!