Gotc: Hrm…Well, I guess something was up with the fanfiction notification system, and the update notice didn't get sent out like it was supposed to. Oh well, hopefully it will work better this chappie! Anyway, I have decided to answer a few of your questions that my loyal viewers have posted in their reviews.

Ace: There's more than one?

Gotc: Well, it's been asked more than once! Like I was saying, it would seem that some of you out there are wondering if I will be doing any pairings in this fic. Truth is, I'm not sure yet. I've been toying with a few ideas, but haven't really settled on one I like just yet. And for the yaoi enthusiasts out there…I don't write that sort of stuff, sorry. I don't have anything against it, but I just don't care to write about it. Please don't stop reading!

Ace: She'll start begging before long….

Gotc: Why didn't I make you nicer?

Ace: Because you have to know how to be nice first.

Gotc: BWAHAHAHA! Good point. Back to the question: I do plan on following this fic through the rest of the Harry Potter series, so I'd say the chances are pretty good for having a pairing of some sort develop. So thank you for joining us on this episode of "Ask the Authoress"! Remember, if you want you questions answered, all you need to do, is review!

Ace: You actually rhymed. How long did that take?

Gotc: Pardon me while I go beat Ace senseless. Until then please enjoy the philosophical musings of Squeaky the Whale.

Squeaky: Squeak? (Saying that you own Ace and nothing more is philosophical? Whatever. Ok readers, go do what you do best and enjoy yourselves!)

Harry Potter and the Order of the Rising Dragon

CHAPTER 5: Flight from Domino: Part 1

The sun had been gone from the sky for several hours, but one light from the Kame Game Shop still shown on the streets of Domino City. The silhouettes of three teenage boys could be seen through the window's drawn curtains, drawing in an unknown predator like moths to a flame…

"I'll attack your Earl of Demise with Gaia the Fierce Knight, and finish off your life points with Jack's Knight." Yami said smugly, folding his arms, "And that makes your third loss tonight Thief."

Bakura growled and tossed his hand onto the table, glaring at Yami the whole time. He'd been stuck in close quarters with the Nameless King, for what seemed like even longer than he'd been trapped in the ring. Personally, he blamed the she-witch that had suggested the four of them stay together in one place. Bad idea. Kaiba had lasted roughly three hours, which was just enough time for the Pharaoh to give him a sound beating, and he and Marik to tease him mercilessly about it.

It had been tolerable the first few days, but now that they were heading into their third week, with their "arranged transport" still days away, Bakura found himself thinking of more and more creative ways to send the King to the Shadow Realm. That was about the same time Ryou had challenged Yami to a duel, then left him to the wolves. Why his stubborn hikari had insisted he inhale the same air as the Pharaoh…

(Because if we're all going to the same school together, you two need to learn how to at least exist in the same room with one another without threatening to send someone to the Shadow Realm.)

((If I can't threaten the Pharaoh's life on a daily basis, then what is the point of existing?))

An exasperated sigh in the back of his mind was the only response he recived.

"I will beat you one day," Bakura threatened, only to for Yami to chuckle.

"You'll beat me the day Ammut needs a set of dentures," Yami laughed, reshuffling his deck, "Care to make your losses an even four?"

Bakura shook his head no, and proceeded to pick up his cards, glancing over at Malik who was bent over a desk, combing through scans of hieroglyphics.

"What about you Keeper? Try your hand at knocking His Royal Highness off his throne?" He asked.

"Maybe later," Came the distracted reply.

"You'll hurt your eyes staring at that for so long," Yami pointed out.

"Voice of experience, or is that the brain damage talking?" Bakura scoffed.

Yami's crimson eyes narrowed a death glare at the Tomb Robber, and was about to open his mouth to retort, when Malik cut in to the conversation.

"Hey guys," He said, his brow furrowed in a mix of confusion and concentration, "Come take a look at this…"

Yami glared at Bakura's satisfied face for a moment longer, before he joined Malik at the desk. He glanced briefly over the scans, then focused one Malik's translations.

"Dragon of the Western Wind, he who brought both Light and Shadow to the Land of the Pharaoh," Yami read aloud, the words sounding vaguely familiar, "Were there any pictures?"

"Not really," Malik sighed, "The tomb had already been broken into and a lot of the writings and images were marred beyond recognition."

"That wouldn't be your handiwork by any chance," Yami chided, "Would it Thief?"

"How should I know?" Bakura growled, snatching up one of the scans and looking it over, "I do seem to remember doing something like this, but this tomb doesn't look familiar…although…"

"The name wouldn't happen to ring a bell would it?" Yami asked

"Somehow yes…" Bakura mused, "But thinking about it gives me a headache."

"Is that any different from normal?" Malik snickered.

"Watch it Keeper…"

Yami frowned, deep in thought. Bakura was right. The more he tried to focus on the name, the more he became aware of a pounding sensation just behind his eyes. It wasn't too painful, but just enough so to throw off his concentration. The feeling was different from the one he got while trying to remember his own name. That was more of a lost, empty feeling but this…It was like there was a new door in his mind that had been locked tight behind an impenetrable barricade.

/Do you think this could have something to do with your past?/ Yugi's voice asked hopefully

/I'm not sure Aibou…I'm not sure…./

"It's strange though," Malik continued on, ignoring Bakura's threat, "The dialect is tricky…Some of the words don't even seem to be in Egyptian at all, like another language just written in the Egyptian alphabet-"

Suddenly, a cold wave rushed down the spines of the three, while their Items burned hot. Something had set them off, and the Shadows didn't like it.

"Did you feel that?" Bakura asked, instinctively crouching down.

"Mmm." Yami nodded, following his lead, "Magic. And it's close too."

[[Hikari]] Marik said, the Rod glowing, -Let me handle this-

"No doubt it's those 'Dark Wizards' that McGonagall was talking about," Marik whispered, as they heard the telltale sound of a knife being drawn, "I wonder if they know just who they've been sent after."

"Did you ever tell your Hunters?," Yami retorted back, sending a tendril of shadow to kill the lights.

A sudden flicker of movement darted past one of the windows, quickly followed by another. Yami saw the ring flutter briefly around Bakura's neck before stilling just as quickly.

"Whoever they are," Bakura said reaching for his deck, "They have the whole place surrounded."

Yami grabbed his own deck, pulling the Celtic Guardian from the stack. The Gods would probably ensure that they would never come back, but he wasn't the type to send the poor souls to the Shadows before they knew what they were dealing with.

/I'm glad Grandpa went to visit Professor Hawkins…/ Yugi said, his voice understandably on edge.

Yami nodded mentally. After the deputy Headmistress had visited, Solomon's "voice of experience", as he called it, had decided it was best if he took a long vacation away from Domino. Most of their friends had left the city as well some weeks before, Anzu was in New York on a summer dancing program, while Jonouchi and Honda had taken Shizuka with them to visit Mai in Tokyo. As if it wouldn't already be a test of their own skill to fend off these wizards, he couldn't imagine having to keep his attention divided to make sure none of their friends and family were hurt. He was about to respond, when a horrible thought suddenly hit him.

"Kaiba."

"What?" Bakura hissed

"Kaiba isn't here!" Yami whispered urgently, "If they found us-"

"Damn that Priest!" Marik swore, "They'll be going after him too! And he doesn't have anything to protect him!"

Just then every door and window on the ground floor burst inward with a deafening blast of noise and white light. Bakura ducked just in time for a three foot splinter of wood to go sailing just over the top of his head. Black cloaked figures came gliding into the room, and surrounded the teens.

"Look what we 'ave 'ere," A female voice sneered from their ranks, "I thought we were goin' after powerful wizards, not a couple a freaks!"

Yami was the first to his feet, while the others stood up so no one had their back to the intruders. Lines of anger were creased deep in his face at such an intrusion, and his crimson eyes flashed dangerously in the dim light.

"What do you want?" He asked slowly, tightening the grip he had on the Shadows to keep them from lashing out.

The group burst out in mocking laughter, ever so slowly drawing their ranks in on the three by miniscule amounts.

"'Aven't you figured it out yet Love?" The witch spoke again, "We're 'ere for you."

In unison, each figure deftly pulled a wand from the depths of their robes, and swung it out to point it at the yamis. There was a sudden surge of Sadow magic, as Bakura's voice rang out in the room.

"Dark Necrofere! Show these fools the meaning of the word 'fear'!" The Thief King snarled.

It only took an instant for the Shadows to answer his call, and the summoned monster stood at his side only briefly, before lunging out at their attackers. The wizards stood, paralyzed with fear, as the monster rushed them, before crumpling to the ground in an unconscious heap as the attack connected. Yami and Marik followed suit, and the Celtic Guardian and Melchid the Four-Faced Beast joined the fight. By that time the wizards had remembered their wands, and were flinging spells at both the monsters and the yamis. There was a satisfying smack, as the Celtic Guardian's sword sliced through one wand, before kicking it's user halfway across the room. Over half of the attackers were either laying unconscious, or scrambling to find out just how far away they could get from the shop.

"We need to go to Kaiba Corp and help Seto," Yami called to the other two through the din, "Or at least warn him to get out of there before they-"

"Avada Kadavra!"

There was a sudden burst of green light in the room, and an ear-splitting scream, as it struck the Celtic Guardian in the back. The monster instantly burst into thousands of pieces that disappeared into thin air. Yami's eyes grew wide, as a wave of pain ripped through his body. He clutched at his chest, and fell to his knees, and gave a strangled gasp, before passing out cold on the living room floor.

"Pharaoh!" Bakura barked, seeing the scene unfold from the corner of his eye. When Yami didn't stir, he rushed over to him, and looped one arm around his neck and drug the unconscious king to his feet.

"Marik! Get us out of here!" He yelled to the other Egyptian.

"Vengeful Spirit Bog!" Marik yelled, summoning a thick bluish fog from the depths of the Shadows, that made even his skin crawl.

For a moment he lost Bakura and Yami, before the Thief grabbed a hold of his sleeve and pulled him through one of the holes in the wall that used to be the back door.

Gotc: I think I shall stop here for now. I kinda feel like leavin ya all on a cliffie for now. BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ace: Has any one told you how evil you are recently?

Gotc: You did at the beginning of the Disclaimer. Soooooo…What did you all think? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm? -cough- review -cough-

Ace: Wowwwwww….Subtle.

Gotc: I pride myself on it. Erhem: Will the yami's escape? What has happened to Yami? And will they be able to get to Kaiba's in time? TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR THE EXCITING CONCLUSION!….. Well, not to the story, just this chapter….oh whatever! Just review and I'll post the next chapter that much faster! Laters!