And I managed to update this on time and earlier than I thought! Expect the next update on 27th and we might get to Christmas for the characters by Russian New Year's! But since this will be the last update before Christmas, Merry Christmas to you all, and Happy Holidays to all those who don't celebrate Christmas! Either way, hope you all have had a great year!

To anyone who has read any of my other stories, I might have a Christmas surprise waiting as an update on them, but we shall see. I am, in fact, very busy over the next few weeks XD

Anyhow, hope you enjoy this chapter!

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

"This is a terrible idea," Harry said, sat in the dingy bar of the Hog's Head. It was interesting being in the pub Hagrid tended to spend his evenings in, but on the other hand Hagrid had also managed to be sold a dragon's egg by a disguised Quirrel and Voldemort. Hermione gave him a covert thwack on the shoulder as the group tumbled through the door, a collection of Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Then, a few minuets later, a couple of second year Slytherins snuck in through the door, followed by a few others who happily greeted those in their study groups. Harry noticed the looks of alarm on some of his year-mates faces, especially Ron's but Hermione looked deeply interested. Doubly so as, outside of everyone's notice except his, Ron's and Hermione's since they were facing the door, Atem, Akhefia and Marik slipped in, strangely absent of Atem's bodyguard.

It took Hermione three attempts to get everyone's attention and Harry shifted uncomfortably.

"Um, well, I suppose you all know why we are here," she started, clearing her throat awkwardly. Harry had the sneaking suspicion that she had suggested this to put him and Ron off prying into the Shadow era and asking the strangely elusive History of Magic teacher in their attempt to help Yugi. The alarming discovery that there were seven Egyptian Items, bearing the mark of the Eye of Wedjet that sounded suspiciously like the pendant around the small teen's neck, that held dark magic had nearly caused Harry to steal the thing off his dormmate's bedside table. Hermione had prevented this by pointing out that Yugi would most likely notice and that, after some gentle prodding by his clever friend, the fact that it was a gift from his grandfather and had not taken it off since he solved it. Apparently, it had once been a puzzle that took Yugi eight years to solve. "We need to learn how to defend ourselves with the return of… of V-Voldemort." Harry was proud of her, despite the flinch from half the room.

"How do we even know that he's back?" shouted a voice from the crowd. Harry noticed that the Slytherins in the group were watching intently, and he wondered how long it would take for this to make its way back to Umbridge.

"Because Harry saw him!" shouted someone else as Harry nudged Hermione.

"This is never going to work. Even if they don't think I'm a nutter, the Slytherins are just going to report this back to Umbridge," he whispered, and Hermione frowned.

"Harry-" she started but was cut off by one of the Slytherins piping up from their station next to a third year Hufflepuff.

"My dad's seen him. He got forced back into the Death Eaters." A strange silence fell as some seemed to realise that Slytherins were among them. Hermione blinked, and Harry stared. He had never heard of anyone being forced into the Death Eaters. He noticed that the boy was shaking, bolstered by his friend's grip on his shoulder. He glanced backwards, seeking confirmation and Harry only just caught the subtle nod from Akhefia, which seemed to give the boy further courage. "He only wanted further freedoms for wizarding culture to grow, especially since Mum wasn't averse to learning."

"You're a half-blood?" Harry asked, surprised. He had been under the impression that all Slytherins were purebloods, something he was sure he wasn't alone in. The boy nodded, eyes slightly wide.

"Yeah," he half whispered. "I am."

"What freedoms did your Dad want?" Hermione asked gently, curious. Wizarding culture wasn't spoken about too much and even Ron looked slightly nonplussed by the boy's suggestion.

"To keep our religions and ideals alive. To teach the muggleborns about our culture and preserve our traditions which have yet to fall out of favour." Harry blinked, surprised. Teach? Not enforce or oppress but educate? How did someone like that fall into line with Voldemort? Several of the other purebloods, even in other houses, were shifting uneasily, looking away to the side.

"Then why did he join with You-Know-Who?" asked a scowling Ravenclaw.

"Because Voldemort was the only one who was talking about this stuff!" exploded a different boy, a fouth year Slytherin who stood up suddenly, eyes blazing. It was clear that he had most likely been holding this in for a while. "No one talks about how we have been oppressed by the influx of muggleborns into our society! We don't all hate muggleborns, but you have to admit that our traditional ideals have dwindled or changed. And no one talked about making changes to preserve the celebrations of Yule, or Beltane or the Soltices, let alone anything from before the Roman invasion and Latinised magic!" Harry became aware his mouth had fallen open and Hermione was suddenly scratching down notes, interested. He noted the pride in Akhefia's face at the back and Atem's satisfaction. But how does this help them? "We don't talk about it and that means that good people, like John's father, ends up falling into the wrong crowd! How any who are not a pureblood in Slytherin are ostracised inside and outside our house! Why even-!"

"Neil!" the boy- John apparently- cut off the tirade and the older boy twitched, flushing slightly.

"Sorry," he muttered sullenly. "It's just… you guys don't know what it was like, living under the thumb of the Malfoys and the shadow of Voldemort." He sat back down again, staring at his feet.

"You're right," Harry said, surprising himself. He noted the looks of surprise from the Tomb Keepers at the back, Marik's incredulous expression and internally scowled. "I had no idea…" He trailed off, glancing to Ron who just shrugged.

"We celebrate both, Yule with family, Christmas with everyone else," he said, and Fred and George nodded, looking thoughtful.

"Then why-?"

"This isn't the point," Hermione suddenly interjected, cutting him off, glancing over her notes. "And Harry's correct, you are right. Hogwarts doesn't teach us about wizarding culture and it isn't until Third Year that you can even come to Hogsmeade…" She trailed off and then shook her head. "Well, perhaps we can build on this." She took a deep breath and, after glancing at Harry, turned back to the crowd. "We all know that Umbridge isn't going to teach us any Defence. We know that she thinks of us as a threat. I was going to suggest that we start a group, one that is taught by Harry, who has faced Voldemort before." Harry twitched but Hermione ignored him. "But we should also address this concern. If you can think of anyone to help, perhaps we can also start a section to help teach those of us who are uneducated on wizarding culture about it." There were some quite murmurs through the corwds, nods from the Slytherins and Harry blinked, wondering why she would tell them this.

"Why should it be Harry who teaches us?" Zachariah Smith, who had been frowning the whole time, suddenly piped up. "Why not a teacher? You say he's faced You-Know-Who before but how can a Fifth Year know better than someone qualified?"

"Harry can make a full-bodied Patronus," Susan Bones chimed in then. When Harry turned to look at her, she blushed. "Auntie told me about it after your Hearing."

"Really?" There were a few more aprreciative and awed murmurs through the crowd and suddenly, the meeting carried on from there. Excited whispers and enthusiasm for Hermione's quick addition to their group and soon they were arguing over a name and a way to get in contact with each other. For the latter issue, Hermione had already come up with a way to do that through a charmed coin system and a (secretively) jinxed list that ensured they would know who, if anyone, ratted them out. The former, however, caused some form of contention. A suggestion from Ginny for Dumbeldore's Army almost won out until a sardonic voice floated from the back of the pub.

"Nameing your group that is just asking for the Ministry to oust the Headmaster," Akhefia said, eyes rolling. Harry frowned.

"We all know you don't like Dumbledore," he snapped and Akhefia almost looked like he was thinking of lunging for him before Atem laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Dumbledore may not be our… favourite person," the Tomb Keeper said, unflappable as always, "but he has a point. The Ministry is looking for any excuse to ignore the threat of your Dark Lord and lay the blame at the Headmaster's feet. I am happy to endorse a group including the points brought up here, but it will have to be under a different name." The Slytherins were nodding enthusiastically along with some of the others from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw while Ron was muttering about how he was a 'snake-sympathiser' under his breath but Hermione nodded, agreeing with their fellow Gryffindor. It was sometimes easy to forget Atem had been sorted into the lions rather than the snakes considering he surrounded himself with them.

"What would you name it?" Hermione asked and Atem simply shrugged his shoulders, turning slightly towards the Fourth Year Slytherin, Neil.

"What do you propose?" he asked, and Neil looked surprised at being addressed. He thought for a moment before answering.

"Dagda, for the god," Neil suggested and there was a brief murmur once again through the group. Harry wondered who on earth this Dagda was, but many were nodding. "Or, well, maybe Dagda's Cauldron?"

"Why the cauldron?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Dagda is one of the many different gods and goddesses' traditional families follow. My father follows him for his teachings on agriculture since we own a farm, but Mum tends to follow Epona," Neil rambled slightly. "But Dagda is associated with magic, knowledge, wisdom and Druidry; his cauldron is magic and bottomless." Hermione looked fascinated while Harry was sure he was just more confused but Atem smiled, nodding. Harry had no idea what farming had to do with what gods you followed- he himself was not particularly religious and the Dursleys never tried to teach him anything so his knowledge was limited to whatever small scraps he remembered from Primary School- but figured that it had something to do with the Wizarding culture that he had no idea about. He glanced sideways towards Ron as Hermione became swept up in a discussion with Neil about his suggestion for a name. It seemed that that was what they would be called from now on.

"What's he talking about?" Harry whispered to his friend, who shifted slightly.

"Well, some wizards and witches still follow the old religions and gods, usually the more traditional ones. We don't really follow any of them, although Mum does sometimes ascribe to Ana when she's despairing at us." At Harry's blank look Ron flushed slightly. "She's like a mother goddess, one of the major ones, I think. I dunno about Dad- he's always too interested in Muggle stuff." Harry nodded and would have asked more, except Atem had gone oddly pale as the sky was suddenly flooded with green light. Before anyone could react, red eyes rolled back and Atem collapsed on the floor before either Akhefia or Marik could catch him, just as people started to scream.

The original plan had been to head over towards the Shrieking Shack for Yugi to finally have the promised duel with Kaiba when they had first gone to Hogsmeade. Hermione had asked if Yugi wanted to join her and her friends in the pub known as the Hog's Head, something to do with a meeting to set up a new group, but Yugi had gently turned her down, explaining how he really just needed a break from all things magical. Not exactly the truth, but it would be nice to not be around any of the crazy currently going on and returning back to his gamer roots, a feeling that he found mutual with Kaiba who had already challenged him prior to Hermione's invitation.

They had ended up agreeing on the Shrieking Shack since that was the least populated area of Hogsmeade apparently and, hopefully, too small for any significant crowds to form once people spotted the holograms. Since other students had started noticing that their technology worked, others had been asking if they would tell them how to get their phones or laptops working but Marik had strangely turned them down before Yugi could say who to ask. The snow, that had apparently come early that year and had settled about 10cm deep, crunched under their feet and Yugi was glad his boots were thick enough to keep his toes warm. Being small meant getting cold much quicker than the others. Even Kaiba was bundled up, although the three Egyptians had abandoned them for the promise of warmth amongst other things at the meeting. Ryou had joined them, the Spirit of the Ring nowhere to be seen- Ryou had stated that he claimed to be bored but that he was slowly getting better at keeping him from forcing him out, a feat he had never been able to do before. Apparently, he had had a run in with Akhefia- which was strange in and of itself since the other boy avoided Ryou like the plague- who had strangely offered the advice that it was his body and that a tenant had to respect their landlord. It was an odd piece of advice, but something Ryou seemed to have taken to heart which made Yugi happier that his friend felt more confident on his control over Bakura.

It was strange facing Kaiba instead of it being Yami. He was so used to hovering behind his partner's shoulder in Spirit form as the former Pharaoh duelled their biggest rival, but they had put together a deck yesterday that suited Yugi slightly more. It didn't feel right to use the God cards, since they were technically Yami's, so they had set those aside and built a deck more tailored to Yugi's style rather than Yami's or their's combined. If Kaiba was surprised by the change in his deck, he didn't show it and at times it felt like he was being analysed under the CEO's blue stare. A few people had cottoned on to what was happening after Kaiba had summoned his Blue Eyes, but when the man in the dark cloak appeared, Yami was suddenly at his shoulder, away from the tree he had been leaning against at Kaiba's insistence so that he couldn't help Yugi, despite the fact that they could talk telepathically.

There is some kind of magic here… The same that hangs over your new Professor Yami hissed, eyes glaring towards the robed figure. Unlike any of the others associated with the Orichalcos that Yugi had seen, he blended in far better with the wizards, except for the unique green duel disk on his arm. A small glowing green rock was hung around his neck. He was silent as they acted through the last few turns, Kaiba having stopped grinding his teeth at his slow but inevitable defeat the moment the stranger appeared. Those few who had been watching had suddenly collapsed into the snow and Yugi sincerely hoped that they were merely unconscious, but it wouldn't be long until hypothermia set in for them. So, he and Kaiba came to the silent agreement to end this as soon as.

Duel complete, they turned simultaeneously to face the new threat, Yami taking over in the process. It was the first time that the Spirit had had control of his body properly for months and being in Spirit Form was almost a novel feeling. He had started to forget how it felt to not feel the wind on his face when outside. As if summoned, Raphael melted out of the tree line, two other strangers at his back, glowing orichalcum of their own about their person. Behind the original stranger, Snape appeared, face carefully blank, but around his neck was the rumoured necklace that Marik had warned him about.

This is the work of Dartz Yami observed, eyes narrowed. Kaiba just scowled, pretending like he didn't see his Head of House- to be fair, if Kaiba was as obtuse as Harry, he probably would have missed the form of the Potion's Master in the shadows of the trees, observing silently as was his duty.

But what does he want? Yugi wondered, watching as the robed man stepped forward, hood falling back to reveal the face of a man in his thirties, dark haired and with a scruffy beard, fanaticism written across his features.

"Welcome, Pharaoh," the man bellowed, "to the last duel you'll ever see." Was it Yugi's imagination, or did Raphael roll his eyes? Distracted, Yugi almost missed Yami accepting the offer, a near imperceptible movement of his hand to Kaiba, requesting that he stay out of this. Kaiba simply stepped backwards, ready to observe. It was a strange dynamic they had- Yami jumping in first, Kaiba analysing and, somehow, they ended up working together in the end to defeat the enemy. Or in Marik's case, liberate him from his dark side.

This duel started like normal. Sure, the man- Gurimo they discovered- was a strong duelist, but nothing they hadn't faced before and he didn't have the advantage Marik had had of God cards. Unfortunately, it also meant that Yami was facing him with Yugi's deck, one not completely suited to the Pharaoh's play style which tended to use dramatic flair to hide his true moves. Yugi preferred slower attrition, but they had to make do. But then, it changed when the man pulled out a spell Yugi had never seen before.

"And now your end is nigh!" Gurimo declared, eyes blown wide in eager anticipation. "I play the Seal of Orichalcos!" The world tilted, sickly green light exploding outwards and Yugi somehow felt sick despite technically no longer having a stomach. If Yami felt this, he gave no outward expression of it, watching as the glowing circle trapped him and Gurimo within it, a green dome forming over them, separating them from the outside. And then, Yugi recognised the sigils in the outer ring as a six-pointed star suddenly drew itself over the ground, the same symbol appearing on Gurimo's forehead, red tinting his eyes.

This is what took the Prince's father Yami silently confirmed and if Yugi ducked behind his friend, Yami was gracious enough to not react as Gurimo spouted what they already knew. Loss meant the loss of a soul.

How can we even beat something like this? Yugi wondered faintly and Yami tightened one hand into a fist.

We will. We've figured this out before. We shall do so again, or Ra help us all.

Pandemonium had broken out in Hogsmeade. Harry ran out of the Hog's Head, following the Master Magician who had appeared out of nowhere with Magician's Apprentice in tow, carrying the prone form of Atem in his arms and through the street, wading through the tide of fleeing people. Akhefia had directed the Slytherins, along with any others he could get his hands on, back to the castle and Marik had gone with them- the thief however had stayed, dagger in hand and snake hissing in disapproval.

"What's happening?" Harry asked, staring in the direction the light had come from. He could hear someone ranting about Muggles in Hogsmeade, another screaming over the motionless body of a friend and he forced himself to look away, swallowing. Praying they weren't dead. "Is it the Death Eaters?" Green meant the killing curse, Harry knew that, but Akhefia was shaking his head.

"You wish it was Voldemort," he growled, every muscle tense and eyes darting around. "Where the hell is Mutou?" Harry jolted, and Hermione gave an odd sob behind them.

"He said he and Kaiba were going to duel, near the…" She didn't have to finish, the horrified expression telling enough. Ron tripped, staring at her wide eyed, realising what Harry just had. The green light had come from the direction of the Shrieking Shack. And the two Japanese duelists had gone there, most likely taking Ryou with them. Akhefia cursed and took off at a run, Magician's Apprentice not far behind him. Master Magician said nothing but set off in the same direction, pace far slower, careful of the teen in his arms. Harry wondered how he wasn't tired yet- Atem might be small but he was also in pretty good shape, despite the petite frame and couldn't be that light. He took a moment to debate where to go- after Akhefia or stay and help Atem's faithful bodyguard. The decision was ultimately made for him.

"Go." Harry jumped at the single, solemn word, spoken softly from the figure next to him. The Magician inclined his head towards the Shrieking Shack. "Go." Harry nodded and, without wasting another moment, sped off after the others. Hermione and Ron hung back, obviously deciding to stay and help protect Atem from whatever was causing this, should it come back again.

What Harry wasn't expecting was for a slender arm to suddenly appear out of the trees and forcefully drag him into the shadows, just as he drew close to the duel. He struggled a moment, trying to cry for help but a pale hand was clamped over his mouth, muffling all noises. When he finally went limp, the arms let him go and Harry was confronted with- Snape. Stunned, Harry couldn't do anything but stare, unaware that the Potion's Master was so strong. Snape merely raised a single finger to his mouth and said nothing, turning away from him and towards where the duel was happening. Harry noticed that the man was wearing an odd necklace with a green gemstone in it that he had never seen before.

It didn't matter. Yugi needed him.

The scene that met Harry was… bizarre. And that was saying something for a person used to the Wizarding world by now. Encircled by a strangely familiar green symbol, Yugi was facing down a stranger in robes that were similar to a Death Eaters, except Harry couldn't see any Death Eater, willing or otherwise, stooping to wearing a Muggle contraption to play a Muggle card game. Except… something was off about Yugi. His whole aura was commanding, not unlike Atem, his eyes somehow narrower and did he suddenly get blonder? Perhaps the wind had shoved some of those wild blonde bangs up into his hairline, making his unique hairstyle all the weirder. He also seemed somehow taller, but that might have just been Harry's imagination.

What wasn't was when this stranger with Yugi's face spoke.

"So, it is a duel to the death." Harry knew Yugi's voice, had been listening to it for nearly three months now, and that was not Yugi. The tone and inflection was more in line with Atem's smooth baritone than Yugi's higher pitch. Akhefia was crouched right on the edge of the circle, next to a blank-faced Kaiba, practically vibrating in his rage. Magician's Apprentice had oddly disappeared. The thief, near casually, poked the transparent green dome and was met by a shock of green lightening that had him swearing.

"Oh, of course not Pharaoh!" the man laughed, and Harry stared, wondering what that meant. "You and your vessel shall merely be soulless, offered up to the mighty Leviathan!" Something almost like confusion crossed this strange version of Yugi's face before being smothered, game face back on. But Harry couldn't follow the game that they were playing, too confused by all that had happened. This was not Yugi, even if he was similar in looks and dressed the same as Harry's friend, and no one appeared to notice except this stranger. Or perhaps they did but were too afraid of this… this demon to mention it. It was the only way to describe the blank-faced stare that watched as the man screamed at the shrinking circle, seemingly uncaring for the man's plight. It took only a matter of moments, but it seemed agonising as, somehow, this strange foreign magic ripped the soul from the man and Harry suddenly understood all the unconscious figures he had passed. They were without their souls. The moment the light was gone the man slumped to the side and the demon stepped forward, removing something from the body, seemingly unbothered.

It was just all too much.

"Who the hell are you?!" Harry spat, dashing out of the tress, not noticing the sudden absence of the Potion's Master, wand raised to the demon's face. It wasn't hard- he was one of the few people who was shorter than Harry. And it had the audacity to look surprised, blood red eyes coming to rest on the wand pointed right at his nose. They only reminded him of Voldemort and Harry felt sickened to even be in its presence. "Answer me!"

"Is there a reason he should?" Kaiba asked, sounding disinterested. Harry glared at him and then jumped as a slim hand reached out and gently pressed his wand down so that it was pointing at the floor.

"It is a reasonable question," the demon said, sounding almost rational, as if he didn't even see Harry as a threat. "But difficult to explain."

"And none of your gods damned business," Akhefia snapped suddenly, Diabound hissing in agreement.

"Excuse me?!" Harry demanded, furious. Of course it was his business, protecting his friends!

"Just because Dumbledore likes to throw you a bone once in a while, doesn't mean we are entitled to telling you anything," the Tomb Keeper snapped back. Harry was about to argue further when he was cut off by a soft groan from behind him. He turned to find the few people who had probably been watching Yugi and Kaiba duel sitting up, looking bewildered, and a pair of ruby red eyes were blinking groggily from their place in Master Magician's arms.

"Atem! What happened?" Yugi suddenly asked and Harry jumped, turning back to find that, yes, it was Yugi and not the stranger he had faced a mere moment ago. "Did they attack you too?" Atem blinked, clearly still disoriented from his fainting fit and Harry felt sympathetic. Passing out from the Dementors had been bad enough- the way his friends had jumped forwards, this had to have happened before. And after the last trip to Hogsmeade, Harry had had the sneaking suspicion the older teen was hiding some kind of illness from the world.

"No, he…" Hermione paused, taking in the scene before her. "He just collapsed when that green light appeared. What happened here? And Harry, why are pointing your wand at Yugi?" Her eyes were fixed on his hand and Harry dropped it further, somehow feeling almost like he had been burnt.

"Um…" Yugi shifted awkwardly, glancing around. Harry realised that they were probably not going to get a particularly truthful answer, so pushed ahead.

"Yugi was possessed," Harry said, staring down at the other boy. Amythest eyes stared right back at him, suddenly hard. It was Kaiba who spoke though.

"Don't be an idiot. We were attacked by some of Voldemort's new followers, using ancient magic. Potter caught the end of it and clearly can't tell the difference when his supposed friend is acting within his duelling personality in order to outwit his opponent." There was an implied further insult under the ones that the young CEO had actually spoken aloud. Ron and Hermione, while not looking pleased with the explanation, simply nodded but Harry silently seethed. He knew that hadn't been Yugi, why was Kaiba covering for him? Was the demon manipulating them all? Was Yugi even aware of it? It didn't seem possible- Yugi was far too innocent to have agreed to let that thing reside in him.

But as they wandered back up to the castle, Yugi's face didn't soften once.

You know, it's interesting the Wizarding culture seems to have somehow grown around Muggle culture when the traditionalists are notorious in hating all things Muggle. Funny that. An interesting tidbit here is that I have attempted to use Celtic Gods (usually those that we find in Celtic Ireland, Scotland and Brittany although some can also be found in ancient Gaul) rather than those found in the New Age versions of Druidism etc. that actually originates from the 18th century (long story short, 'Celts' describes a huge variety of peoples with differing ways of life but some similarities, hence why they can be traced to France, Spain, Germany, Ireland, Scotland, Cornwall, Wales etc. and it is still currently debated as to whether the Celts as we think of them actually existed at all but it is also hugely political in certain areas so in the interest of not stirring that up, we'll leave it alone). Dagda is one of the few named Gods of this time, usually found in Ireland and yes, he was a god of agriculture, magic and fertility and carried a huge bottomless cauldron, hence his use here. I was going to use the more infamous Horned God, sometimes referred to as Cernunnos (and then later one of the many visages turned into the Christian Devil), but he doesn't really fit in this context. Ana (also known as Dana, Danu etc.) is one of the three main female Cltic Gods, making up one third of the traditional 'Mother, Maiden, Crone' typologies, making up the 'Mother' aspect. Epona was a hugely popular goddess who can be found pretty much anywhere, and was actually taken on by the Romans (kind of like Isis in Egypt- the Romans were very good at adopting other people's gods for their own ends), traditionally depicted on a horse.

Right history rant over, moving on.

The calling of the illicit group that Hermione comes up with 'Dumbledore's Army' is probably the single dumbest thing Harry has ever done, and he's not known for being the brightest spark in the box at times. Not only does it implicate Dumbledore as being the true founder of this little group, but it also has some underlying anarchist themes- doubly troubling for twitchy politicians. Now, I won't blame Harry for this- considering Ginny is the one who comes up with it and no one argues it (I'm looking at you Hermione, 'brightest witch of your age' who should have seen the fall out coming should Umbridge catch wind of this) it's not completely his fault, but it is a stupendous blunder on their part. If this were Game of Thrones, they would all be dead for treason. Not to mention it kinda makes it look like Dumbledore's trying to recruit a bunch of children into his army. Yikes.

Were you surprised Grumio had a name? I was too, to be honest. I actually had to look it up but apparently he does. Maybe it got mentioned in the Japanese dub? I'd also like to use this moment to ask if I was the only one that felt like Yami wasn't really playing with his own deck in Season 4? We know that both Yugi and Yami have very different playstyles but do generally use similar cards, but especially in the middle of the season, it feels like Yami isn't using his usual play style- at least that was what it felt like to me. It's not really until the final duel against Dartz that I feel we get that back and even then, that's using Kaiba who he has a very interesting dynamic with. I wasn't joking either- after Season 1 it seems like Yami dives in first, Kaiba observes and then, at the end gives Yami the card/help he needs to 'win'. Happens with Marik, Yami helps Kaiba out with Noah, Kaiba ensures Yami wins against Dartz etc. It's an interesting little nugget that is very fun to play with, especially with two 'Yami's' running around.

Harry... one day. Just one day. One day you shall observe and not make snap judgement decisions. Unfortunately, cannon Harry never does this until book 7, which by then is far too late. But, having him interact with Yami was fun and none of the Yugioh gang is going to put up with his 'I deserve to know everything, even if it's none of my business and said person has told me to shove off several times'. I've discovered he shares a similar trait with Daenerys- despite being treated terribly by his family (admittedly, I don't think the Dursleys are as bad as Viserys, but it is worrying that Harry has learnt to stay out of his Uncle's reach when knowing anything magic related appears), he's incredibly spoilt and entitled. But this is not A Song of Ice and Fire (luckily for Harry), so we'll leave that thought aside. It's just a curious hypocrisy on his part- Harry doesn't like people prying into his business but the moment he gets suspicious of someone, he simply must know. However, unlike JK Rowling, I shall turn briefly into GRRM and punish you for this because darn it Harry, you are fifteen and have to grow up at some point! I'll let you off for certain things that aren't your fault (mood swings from PTSD, the clear need for a therapist or at least someone to talk to) but not everything. Thou shalt not be a spoilt child in my presence.

Ahem. Rant aside.

Hope you liked this chapter and see you on 27th!

Fireking492: I'm glad that's it's not too similar! I've been trying to keep this as original as possible, since I've done 'trope' stories before and felt like doing something a bit different. Glad that you're still enjoying this and I hope this chapter lived up to the previous one! And, while I appreciate your enthusiasm, please don't review in school. I don't want to be the reason you get in trouble! XD

Maatkare of Egypt: I'm hoping you made it up to this point and I hope that you enjoyed this chapter as much as the others! You are actually the first person to mention Yami and the microwave XD! I just didn't think that a teenaged ancient Egyptian Pharaoh would have much grasp of the modern world and also, because we don't get many cute modern world bites back to dumbfounded Yami. We need more of that! Yeah, the money conversions actually gave me a headache, but since no one's called me out on it, hopefully they're not too wrong! We shall get on to what is wrong with Atem- don't worry we're getting there and more shall be explained by New Year's (for them not us, but should hopefully be in the next 5-6 updates. Don't quote me on that though, I'm terrible at keeping promises and it will depend on where the story and characters take me!).