So, I have a treat for you this month. Since I'm (sort of) up to date on most things, this month we are returning to weekly updates! This may continue into the new year for a bit (first couple of weeks most likely since I won't be at uni) but I will let you know when we return to the bi-weekly updates! But for now, Merry Christmas! Hope you enjoy our gift!

Expect the next update 13th December! And I promise by the New Year (not the next couple of weeks) that I will have attempted to fix the formatting on here for the different languages, especially now that I've added some more xx

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

"Words" Characters speaking Old English

Yugi jumped as an argument broke out around him Thursday morning at breakfast. For the first time in three weeks the others had all joined him at the Gryffindor table, including Ryou who had shyly asked to sit with him some five minuets prior. He, too, looked startled as Marik, hands waving dramatically, dropped into the seat next to Yugi, spouting what sounded like Arabic curses. He eventually stopped cursing and began to actually talk, still in Arabic meaning that neither Ryou nor Harry, Ron or Hermione could understand him.

"So, what did the old man take?" he asked Akhefia who had sat two seats up, opposite the table on Atem's left while Kaiba sat at his right opposite Yugi, strangely as far away from Ryou as he could get.

"Books mostly, although you mentioned something about a missing amulet as well?" This was aimed towards Atem who was already reaching for the toast and butter. Yugi had yet to witness the teen eat anything other than toast for breakfast. It was strange being amongst them again. He had been avoiding them for a while for Yami's sake, so the Pharaoh could put that odd day into some form of context. It made sense that the Tomb Keepers knew about him- the revelation that they could see him was one too many after his conversation with Atem's 'older sister'. Yugi was curious why they referred to him as such but had refrained from asking. He was worried enough about Yami's state of mind.

Atem nodded. "It was a gift from Haphiri so I wouldn't want to be him when she finds out. She might even stop haunting Fudge for a while." Akhefia sniggered at that, Marik joining in, while Kaiba rolled his eyes, reaching to help himself to breakfast round the ever-present laptop.

"When is Weasley coming back?" he asked, returning to whatever Kaiba Corp needed from him that day. Yugi wondered when Kaiba slept: strangely the usual bags under his eyes were much lighter. It would appear that staying away from the office was doing the young CEO some good.

"Next week," Atem replied, his eyes on a book in front of him. Marik and Akhefia had moved on to well-timed flicks of food towards an approaching Malfoy who was hit twice by Marik and three times by Akhefia before snarling and walking off, muttering something under his breath about his father.

"Like he's going to be able to do anything!" Marik shouted after him with a laugh. This was punctuated by a hiss of agreement from Diabound who was poking curiously out of the collar of Akhefia's robes. It sounded almost like mocking, if snakes even could do so. The cousins shared a look and an eyeroll and Atem winked at him before burying his nose back into his book.

"What just happened?" Ryou asked quietly and Yugi shrugged. Since being out of the loop, he was just as clueless as Ryou was. He got the feeling, backed up by Yami, that the Tomb Keepers were purposefully keeping Ryou out of things, most likely due to his own troublesome Spirit if they even knew about it. And while Marik sometimes updated Yugi when he remembered to, in public he had been avoiding the others too- what for, Yugi hadn't quite sussed out but by the looks of the suspicious older Slytherins, this was another one of their tactics. Kaiba appeared to be keeping out of the House politics for now but he was quite happily helping with the continuous search through Malfoy Manor. Apparently, several dark Objects had already been dragged up and Kaiba's detectives had just found a new room under the lounge.

Oddly, when they got up for Charms, they were followed by Kaiba who was supposed to be heading to Transfiguration. When Yugi shot him a confused look, the CEO just sent him a glare and Flitwick said nothing when he settled in his seat. Yugi wondered when Kaiba's timetable had changed again. It wasn't as if Kaiba took much note of his timetable and the teachers had just seemed to accept when he turned up to classes rather than argue with him. McGonnagal might argue with Snape about it for a bit, but Yugi got the feeling the Potions Master won out most of the time. It wasn't as if Kaiba was missing out and he was certainly smart enough to catch up with anything he might miss out on.

This trend continued, with Kaiba completely missing his double Transfiguration and joining them in History of Magic, much to Atem's continued disapproval by the looks of things, and they both disappeared off somewhere during DADA after lunch. Umbridge, newly returned to her post that morning after spending three weeks in the Shadow Realm, caught on immediately, but oddly said nothing even if she gripped her wand a little tighter. Later, during Herbology, it was Akhefia who joined them, offering to help Sprout with the plants who looked bemused but didn't say no. Yugi was about to ask what was going on, but Ryou asked for help with the biting plant and the moment was gone.

It wasn't until they were all joined back together in Potions, except for Bakura who had taken over and run off during Ryou's free period, that Yugi was able to make any kind of sense over what was occurring. When they all crowded into the dungeon, Nofret was casually sat on Snape's desk, swinging her legs which were every so often disappearing into the desk. If she cared that the three they had met up in Diagon Alley knew she was a ghost, she wasn't showing it. Instead, at Snape's aggravated shooing motion, she flounced over to Atem's desk and repeated the action there.

Why is she here? Yugi wondered towards Yami, who had been just as baffled as he was. First, that they were interacting with them again, and now that the ghost had reappeared.

I'm not sure. Nothing good by the looks of things Yami murmured from his perch on the empty seat next to Yugi. Kaiba had attempted to move once but had been dragged back over by Hermione who had picked up on the fact that, not only was Kaiba a genius, he was also very good at potions and she could occasionally use him as a scapegoat when Snape picked on her or Neville. Sometimes, Yugi wondered what the point of the Houses were if all they did was highlight one trait when it was clear that everyone owned them all, just in different variations. Harry's idea that he had had the wrong kind of bravery had been kind of disturbing when Marik had felt the need to tell him, through sniggers.

They were working on Calming Draughts now and Yugi quietly started to work on his, not wanting to garner the prickly Potions Master's attention. All things considered, Snape wasn't a terrible teacher, but he could stand to lighten up a bit on the students and not be seen to be favouring his House so much. Sometime during the session though, under the scrutinizing eyes of the surprised class, Nofret slipped away from Atem's desk and skipped her way over to Yugi but her eyes were fixed instead on Yami. Close up, Yugi could see the resemblance to Haphiri- they both shared the same angular faces and nose, but unlike her sister's angular dark eyes, Nofret had wide magenta coloured eyes. She smiled and leaned on the desk, eyes sparking with mischief.

"Hello," she said quietly, probably so no one could hear them despite the silence in the room. Then again, if the others could hear over the bubbling of their cauldrons and quiet mutterings of passed notes, then Yugi would be surprised.

"Um, hi," Yugi said, startled. He had only ever heard her speak in Coptic before and even then, had barely interacted with her. She had seemed mostly shy, half hiding behind her 'brother' and somehow solid rather than translucent as she was now. She nodded to his greeting and then her eyes slid slowly towards Yami, tilting her head as she did so, looking rather much like a bird of prey.

"You don't have to be invisible you know," she said blithely. "Severus won't mind." Yugi blinked and he could feel an echo of his own surprise from Yami. He vaguely wondered if Snape knew she referred to him by his first name.

"I wasn't aware that was an option," Yami said and Yugi twitched at the odd sound of hearing Yami out loud. It was still a strange sensation after only truly hearing him in his head when not in control of Yugi's body.

"Of course!" There was still that spark of mischief in Nofret's eyes and Yugi wondered what she was up to.

"Um… not to be rude, why are you over here?" Yugi whispered, trying not to gather any more attention. Every so often, certain students would turn to stare at her, namely the trio from Gryffindor. The crease in Harry's forehead spoke volumes of his suspicions. Nofret giggled and Yugi prayed that Snape wouldn't decide to take her interest in them as an excuse to come over and banish his potion like he had Harry's that first day.

"No reason. Although…" she dragged the word out, glancing first to the ceiling, then over towards where Atem was working, "you wouldn't mind watching over Baba would you? He's been feeling run down and I hate watching him overwork himself." Yugi blinked and Yami cocked his head in a movement strangely reminiscent of the one Nofret had made a moment before.

"Why do you call him that?" Yami asked.

"Hm?"

"He isn't your brother, but you never call him by his name either. Why do you call him that?" Nofret hummed, considering her answer as Yugi stirred his potion, wondering where Yami was going with this. Eventually, she just shrugged.

"Habit. He reminds me of my own brother." There was something wistful in her voice, her eyes downcast. Yugi blinked and exchanged glances with Yami. The Pharaoh just shrugged, unsure himself how to react to that answer.

"It's fine. We'd be happy to help," Yugi said in lieu of continuing this line of conversation. He supposed that five thousand years would mean that one would meet someone close to a person you once knew. Perhaps that would also explain Atem…

"Thank you!" Nofret chirped before turning a skipping her way back to Atem's table.

That was… illuminating Yugi sent to the Pharaoh, wondering what exactly she had meant by run down. Yami nodded.

A little, yes.

It was the middle of the night when the Mark burnt, warning Severus that the Dark Lord had need of him once more. Even half asleep, his body knew how to slip into the robes of a Death Eater, his shields carefully rearranging themselves into the necessary order to keep any and all knowledge of his own private projects out of Voldemort's hands. A quick swig of water from the tumbler left on his bedside table and he was hurrying away, through the darkened school and out into the night.

He arrived at the Malfoy Manor to what appeared to be chaos.

Severus had been to the Malfoy Manor many times in the past, both as a Death Eater and as a guest. Lucius had supposedly taken him under his wing when he had finally finished Hogwarts, allowing him to stay away from the hell that had been his home with his father (now deceased) and it had seemed as a blessing at the time. When Severus passed his Potions Mastery Exams, he had been able to afford to move out simply from the meagre salary as a freelance Potioneer and some frugally saved funds leftover from the grant given to him each year during Hogwarts- his first taste of true freedom before being lashed to a new master under Dumbledore. When Draco had been born, the Manor had been filled with the organised chaos of a party, celebrating the birth of a male heir to the family and it had been the first time Severus had felt truly disgusted to be a Slytherin. Cunning and ambition had kept him alive- none of these people had known or felt that before, did not know the true value of the skills they supposedly valued. This chaos however, was nothing like he had seen before.

Macnair was lying on the ground, blank faced and staring at nothing, at the feet of a man that Snape had only seen in a book that Nofret had gotten her hands on for him. The sly ghost had decided he needed to know the origins of the strange rock that so entranced his previous master, and so he had found the book placed on his desk just before the last lesson he had taught before dinner. The fact that she had decided to talk to the ghost that followed Mutou around like a lost puppy was not lost on him and he had found himself curious as to why the Tomb Keepers held such distaste for her and her sister. But that was not something he ought to dwell on here and now.

Severus pulled his shields tighter around that nugget of information, harnessing the gift from the leftover traces of forgotten blood within his veins gave him, and praying to the goddess of the earth that they would hold up to this man. The rest of the Death Eaters were backed away, in a combination of cowering fearfully or standing defiantly, wands shaking in hands that were supposedly steadfast against this… man. He looked more a beast to Severus, mismatched eyes sharp as he took in Severus' arrival, the smile widening on his face.

"So, this is your spy within the school," the man said, voice smooth and accentless. Like his age, it was impossible to determine where he may originate from. The Dark Lord, stood quite happily next to this creature and basking in the fear of his followers, nodded, stroking Nagini's head.

"Yes. Come forward Severus." Severus stepped forward obediently, kneeling before the pair of them as was customary, disguising his fear. It was just one more person to embroil in the multiple schemes he kept becoming a part of. And unlike the previous one, he had no choice in this. The green rock around the stranger's neck almost seemed to glow as he appreciated how this newcomer seemed fearless in his presence, face blank of all emotions.

"My Lord," Severus said. "You called." He hid the sarcasm- it was the middle of the night and he had classes to teach in the morning and Umbridge to deal with once again.

"Dumbledore's plans?" Voldemort hissed.

"The Order have made no new moves against you," Severus reported truthfully. "His guests continue to distrust him as well."

"Good." The stranger then stepped forward, a finger being placed under his chin so that Severus was forced to look up into those mismatched eyes. He resisted the impulse to shudder and recoil in disgust at the oily presence this man held. He could see why orichalcum made Atem so nauseous.

"Your soul is a strong one," the man observed, and Severus merely blinked, not quite meeting his eyes. It was a gift, to be able to appear to be meeting someone's gaze but not quite. It shook off the effects of Legilimency almost as well as Occlumency. "You would be valuable in the upcoming battle." Voldemort hissed, this time in displeasure.

"Severus is invaluable. He is the only one of these useless idiots that Dumbledore truly trusts." There were murmurs of discontent behind him and Severus knew that he had just become top of several Death Eaters lists to discredit. This would take some careful planning and caution.

"And I would not ask for his soul to be given just yet. His position is… unique." The man then held out something towards Severus and he swallowed thickly, eyeing the small innocuous piece of orichalcum attached to a chain. An offering that Severus was not meant to turn down. "I and your Master are in need of those Items your new… students have hold of," he was told as Severus forced his hands not to shake as he took the proffered 'gift'. "You are the only one that will be able to wield the Orichalcos. When their souls are mine, you are welcome to offer the remnants of this pathetic group to the Leviathan." Severus blinked at the man's switch to the Old Tongue. How had this man known that he would be able to understand him? Severus felt his fingers inadvertently grip the necklace tighter briefly, before relaxing them, bowing his head to the man once more.

"It is an honour to work for you," he said dutifully. Voldemort was strangely unaffected by the fact that his life had been so easily offered up by his supposed 'ally'. The Dark Lord does not know the Old Tongue as he would have us believe Severus realised and then quietly thanked the goddess for that. That made this only slightly easier. The man nodded and withdrew.

"I am Dartz, king of Atlantis," he declared. "By wielding the Orichalcos, you prove your cause worthy." Severus very carefully did not react. Much older than Minoan he thought, slipping that claim away. He then gestured behind him and a young man, bulky and blonde dressed in Muggle clothing and a trench coat stepped forward. Around his neck was a lump of the same green rock. "This is Raphael. He will go back with you to this school. Ensure the Headmaster suspects nothing." Severus nodded, rising and eyeing this newcomer with interest.

He knew exactly what he would do with this one.

Akhefia wandered down to breakfast on Friday morning, irritated about Nofret's intervention the day before. What need was there to drag the shrimp in, other than giving him necessary information? It may have helped that Akhefia was quite happy skipping lessons whenever Atem had been. He sat down, back at the Gryffindor table, to find Atem with a serious expression on his face, a slip of paper in his hand. The spidery writing was familiar.

The Serpent King has made a new move. One of his disciples is here, hiding as the new History of Magic teacher.

He glanced up towards the teacher's table, immediately spotting the idiot, who had thankfully not noticed them yet. Blonde, bulky, purple trench coat swapped out for a similarly coloured robe over regular clothing. Akhefia scowled as the man suddenly glanced their way, subtly moving so that Atem was hidden behind his own bulk. They were similar in height- Atem was only a few inches shorter than himself- but for once he was glad for the prince's slight stature. People often assumed that he was weaker than Akhefia due to how petite he was- it was amusing watching those assumptions be proven wrong. Gently poking with the Shadows, Akhefia swallowed against the disgusting presence of that damned stone.

It was obvious when this new teacher noticed Yugi's entrance, following the supposed 'Golden Trio' into the hall, chattering away happily with them. His eyes narrowed as he spied the Pendant, eyes flicking only briefly towards where the Pharaoh was hovering behind his chosen.

"I'm guessing we're taking meals in the palace Dorm now," Akhefia said casually and Atem nodded. Under his natural tan, he was pale and Akhefia wondered if it was the presence of the orichalcum, the remnants of last week's attack or the knowledge of the disciple's master that was making the prince nauseous. Kaiba too plopped down, opposite his cousin and between Yugi and the Trio, much to Potter's disgust. Apparently he had already noticed the new addition to the table, or perhaps Atem's lack of appetite.

"Who's the new teacher?" Kaiba asked, eyeing them from across the table. Marik had stopped scarfing down food on Akhefia's other side, eyeing the table on the dais with curiosity.

"Dartz's disciple," Akhefia answered. "We're taking meals upstairs now."

"Do we know which lesson he's taking?" Marik asked while Yugi turned to look towards where Ryou was sat on his own, Necrophades hovering in the corner. Diabound hissed from his place around Akhefia's neck and he gently stroked his ka, reassuring him. This time would be different and they would do their best for Ryou as much as they could. Thankfully, Dumbledore gave a clap when most of the school appeared to be in the room, answering their question.

"Good morning students!" he said cheerily, that damned twinkle in his eye showing that he was up to something. "I have some very sad news. Professor Binns has very recently retired after realising that he has been dead for many years." Bullshit Akhefia thought and could tell he was not the only one in their group who had similar thoughts. "Luckily, I have managed to locate a replacememt in time for your lessons today. So please join me in welcoming Raphael Schiavone as your new History of Magic Professor!" There was a moderate clapping and Akhefia glared the idiot down as his attention returned, once again, to the Gryffindor table. He appeared startled by the looks he was getting from himself and Kaiba, the suspicious glances Marik was sending his way and, all the way over at the Hufflepuff table, the considering look Necrophades was sending his way.

That cannot mean anything good Akhefia noted and nudged Marik, nodding towards the currently possessed body of Ryou Bakura. Marik blinked and then nodded, understanding immediately what was needed. It wasn't like Akhefia could tangle too much with Necrophades- he didn't need more reasons for the Tomb Keepers to attempt to throw him out for the Pharaoh's displeasure.

Atem had decided to skip Transfiguration again and Akhefia slipped down to the dungeons to speak with Snape during his planning session, not caring that he was currently missing DADA. It was a pointless lesson anyway and he didn't understand why more people weren't boycotting the lessons. Who cared if the witch had been announced to the clearly made up position of High Inquisitor? Fudge was already in enough trouble with the Tomb Keepers and it wouldn't be long until the student body started to rebel against her, the further she tightened her grip. The idiot was delusional from what he had heard.

Snape did not appear surprised at Akhefia's presence in his office. Sat on the desk, in a box covered in multiple spells, was a necklace holding a minutely glowing green stone. Akhefia narrowed his eyes at it as Snape sat his quill down.

"Dartz is working with Voldemort for the moment," he said blandly and Akhefia nodded.

"Is he trying to recruit you?" he asked, keeping that thing in his eyesight.

"Apparently so. He offered me the ability to give the Death Eaters to the Leviathan." Akhefia blinked, turning to stare at the Potion's Master.

"The what?"

"Mythologically, a large sea serpent, thought to have originated in conception within the original Hebrew reading of the Bible." Snape paused, thinking. "What Dartz's Leviathan is, I am not sure. What I do know, is that Raphael is here on his orders and that he claims to be the king of Atlantis." Akhefia raised an eyebrow, curious. Atlantis was one myth that Akhefia had never put much stock in but, considering they had yet to track down where the Serpent King originated from, it wasn't too farfetched. He was certainly older than either Noreft or Haphiri. "Are either of the princesses around?"

"Nofret's about," Akhefia said, waving that concern away. She wasn't the one to worry about. "Haphiri may be more of a problem." Honestly, Akhefia had no idea where the ancient Princess had gone- Atem claimed that she was currently having fun with Fudge but Akhefia had seen her popping back every so often this last week to keep an eye on her 'brother'. Snape hummed in agreement.

"How is your usurping of Malfoy going?" he asked, changing topics and Akhefia grinned.

"Well, I should thank Fudge for his incompetence. Several upper year Slytherins have just jumped ship since Malfoy Senior was arrested yesterday and many of the younger years have joined our side anyhow. Whoever starts the rebellion is going to have a shock at how many of the supposed 'Dark' house is willing to join them."

"Most likely Potter." Akhefia huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Is there anything that boy doesn't stick his nose in?" Akhefia asked, annoyed. It hadn't escaped his notice that his little female friend was reading up on the Tomb Keepers, even if they thought they were being discreet.

"The truth?" Snape had raised his own eyebrow and Akhefia snorted. From what he had heard, that wasn't outrageous. Accusing Snape in his first year, blonde twit the second, listening to morons in his third and being manipulated throughout his fourth. It sounded more like he just stumbled across the truth when it was far past the time that his supposed 'suspect' had proven themselves opposite everything his suspicions had been. Admittedly, he was close with Malfoy, just off the mark by a generation.

Soon it was time for him to return to the Dorm for Atem and his own supplies for Ancient Runes- which was damn near impossible for those who did not read Akkadian and Akhefia spent most of the lesson stealing Atem's notes- and managed to track Dobby down to let him know they were going to be taking their meals in the Palace Dorm Common Room now. One lunch and another boring lesson on Charms later and Akhefia sat himself in the first History of Magic class he had attended since the first week of term. Goblin wars were never his thing, but it would be interesting to see what this moron would be attempting to teach. He also positioned himself as close to the door as possible- no need to make too much of a scene if he was going to leave. Marik joined him in the seat next to him- Kaiba had neglected to join them, instead using this time to talk with his brother and catch up with Kaiba Corp work.

It wasn't long before this Raphael made his way to the front- Akhefia refused to refer to him as a Professor.

"From today, we shall be changing topics to study," Raphael stated, voice almost monotone and Akhefia was startled to spot a strong ka watching sadly within the Shadows. He wondered how someone with such a pure ka had fallen so low. "We shall be studying the Shadow Era and it's connection to the Akkadian Empire." Akhefia stifled a snigger in a cough, sharp eyes coming to fall on him with a look of distaste. "Is there something you think is funny, Mr Kheti?"

"Yeah, I'm wondering how wrong you are going to be," Akhefia sniggered. "But please, go ahead." Raphael narrowed his eyes and whispers broke out behind him. Good, the idea that this lesson and those ahead were going to be nothing, but bullshit was planted. Marik was just rolling his eyes, already doodling.

"Now the first topic we will be looking at involves the first Pharaoh of the Shadow Era- the Nameless Pharaoh." Akhefia allowed his head to bang on the table, just loud enough to be heard by the entire classroom. Raphael twitched but ignored him, continuing on. "It is important to remember that all kings from this era were cruel and evil people, using such Dark Magic that they almost destroyed the world." This time it was Marik who disrupted him, by dropping his pencil and making an odd strangled sound.

"Is he being serious?" Marik squeaked, eyes wide.

"Serpent King's idiot," Akhefia muttered, already gathering his things. It hadn't been five minutes and he already knew where this was going. "Come on, he's just going to spout Dartz's rhetoric." He enjoyed the surprised twitch from Raphael as both he and Marik stood, stuff gathered.

"And where do you think you are going?" Raphael snapped, unnerved enough to be openly staring at them.

"Out. There's no point in listening to an idiot spout bullshit history," Akhefia said happily, stroking an agitated Diabound who had been put on edge just from the presence of orichalcum in the school. "I would also warn you, I'd be careful how much of it you teach. You never know what ghosts might wander by to prove you wrong."

And with that, he left the classroom, basking in the muttering behind him. It wouldn't be long before he took another trip down to the Slytherin Common Room- like hell was he allowing this to go down. That, and he didn't particularly want to witness Haphiri's wrath again.

Oh Harry, one day I will stop bashing you. Until then... I'm having fun! It is kind of funny how Harry spends most of his time annoyed at Malfoy for being prejudiced while doing exactly the same thing himself, to the point where he does literally just accidently stumble into the truth. Case in point, first year, despite being told by multiple people that Snape is helping protect the Philosopher's Stone, he doesn't believe it right up until he finds Quirrel rather than Snape with the Mirror of Erised. Then, second year, (the closest he got) he has to literally be told by Malfoy under Polyjuice Potion that he hasn't got a clue who has been doing anything. Third year I'll give him a pass- everyone thought Sirius was guilty- and Fourth Year he got manipulated by Barty Crouch Jr the whole time. Even so... track record is not looking great there Harry. It's only into Fifth (when he stops whining so much), when the 'enemy' is completely obvious that Harry actually starts looking into the truth, and even then only when Dumbledore starts paying attention to him. It's probably why people like to play with it- fifth year is the most politically charged year, right on the cusp of war with the Ministry in denial and certain people quite happy to pull the strings behind the scenes.

Malfoy Senior here has no chance against Kaiba. It's kind of funny thinking about how this would be seen- Mr Weasley mentions many times how they keep raiding his house and can't find anything and Draco does mention that there's a hidden room under the floorboards, a fact that Kaiba would find considering he isn't the type to leave any rock unturned. He would also be aware of the pawning strategy that Malfoy employs- 'selling' any suspicious items to Borgin such time that suspicion leaves him where he would 'buy' them back. I was actually laughing thinking about that and the fact that it means Draco loses a whole load of political clout within Slytherin House- he only owns it since his family is favoured at the time and powerful. As soon as that goes, he's left adrift of the lifestyle he once knew and that's where his character actually gets interesting because he has to learn to fend for himself in a world that no longer respects him or his family name. It's what drives him to desperation in the Sixth book to attempt something outside of his nature- think about it, we've never seen Malfoy intentionally aim to kill someone. Endorse it, yes. Actually carry it out? He has henchmen for that, an easy way to wipe your hands of the blame. He's now forced to actually get his hands dirty and he's found that, actually, he really doesn't want to go through with this and he may have been wrong this whole time.

And I just tangented. Ahem.

I have mixed feelings about Raphael. On the one hand, he's been manipulated by Dartz since he was very young, spoon fed lies like there's no tomorrow and completely unaware of his leader's shortcomings. On the other hand, he comes off as a hypocritical moron (a fact that Little Kuriboh makes great fun of in Yugioh Abridged and I love it) since not only does he backtrack a lot, he also spouts rhetoric that Dartz gives him without questioning it. So, I had to think what someone who knew the truth (sorry Yami) would do and, since it's Akhefia, how he would use it to his advantage. I shall be coming back to this- Raphael you can't get away with this forever!

Anyhow, ranting over and I hope you enjoyed this week's update!

Fireking492: Thank you and I hope this chapter is just as interesting! Also, you don't have to review right away! I know it might not seem like it, but school is important (and less stressful than uni) and enjoy your time not having to adult while you can! XD