A/N: I actually planned this update way sooner but I was a little busy trying to write a short story for a competition. Kami-sama it was hard to write a story of 1500 words in Dutch! I died, I metaphorically died. I even died on the paper it was horrifying! I think I may just place last. At least I was allowed in the competition… *sigh*

Anyway, thank you all my lovely reviewers! For the more sadistic and bloodthirsty people a lovely surprise at the end of the story. I hope you'll all love!

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Warning for this chapter: brotherly affection (if you want to count that as a warning) and at the end a bit of blood and gore!

Chapter 9
Reunion

Haruto sighed and shifted in his seat. Neville was sleeping in the seat next to him, so Haruto resisted the urge to open the window blind. The raven head looked back at the little screen in front of him. He had been happy to realise that they actually had Japanese films and series in the airplane and had entertained himself in introducing his friend to the wonders of Japanese rock bands. After an hour they had settled down and Haruto had chosen to watch his all time favourite film.

Two hours later and he was restlessly fidgeting in his chair, munching on salted peanuts and drinking green tea. He had talked a little with the airhostess, who had responded a little startled that the eleven-year-old spoke Japanese like a native until he explained that he actually lived in Japan with his family. It was nice to talk in Japanese again with someone who could actually form a reply. It reminded Haruto of Draco's effort to talk in Japanese and wondered how the Slytherin was doing. Neville had told him that the Malfoy heir wanted to keep in touch (or at least updated on the situation) and it had confused the little raven head. Maybe Draco had tried to be friends with him, but the blonde had always ended up fighting with the youngest Weasley.

Haruto turned to look at Neville as he listened to Utada Hikari. His friend had insisted on coming with him to Japan and after some begging Lady Longbottom had agreed. They had to travel by airplane because Portkeys to Japan took much longer to make and they would have had to make several stops along the way. A plane to Japan took about fifteen* hours but didn't have to make any stops along the way. Augusta Longbottom had taken it upon herself to get the three of them last minute tickets, pushing her weight around so they would be able to arrive early Monday morning.

The raven head had been allowed to make a long distance call by phone, nearly breaking down completely after hearing his grandfather's voice again after three and a half months. He hadn't been able to speak to his Onii-chan, Yuugi had been out with his friends, but Jii-chan calmed the little raven head by saying that it would only be a few more hours until they would see each other again. Haruto had nodded weakly. They would never be apart again after this.

Haruto's thoughts strayed to the paperwork in his bag. Madam Bones had given him documents for Jii-chan and his new school to sign, so no one would be able to interfere ever again.

flashback

"Haruto, I would like you to meet Madam Bones of Magical Law Enforcement."

The raven head was slightly reminded of professor McGonagall. Madam Bones had the same serious expression. Her strict look was maximized by her tight bun and suite, but the moment Haruto looked up at her the Head of the DMLE's eyes softened and a small smile appeared on her face. "It's good to finally meet you Mr Potter or Mr Mutou as I should say."

"Thank you Madam Bones," Haruto half whispered and bowed respectfully. "This means a lot. Are you by any chance related to Susan Bones who attends Hogwarts? I've heard Hermione-chan speak of her."

Madam Bones smiled fondly down at Haruto. "She is my niece. I'm glad to hear she has made a friend." The raven head blinked but remained silent. "Even if I am very fond of my niece and could talk about her for hours, I do believe that I came here to talk about you today. Lady Longbottom has told me quite an interesting story and I came here to hear this story repeated by you Mr Mutou."

Haruto blushed a little. The way Madam Bones said this made it almost sound like he had made everything up. Neville took his friend's hand and squeezed it in comfort. "I know that taking memories for viewing is only allowed when you are an adult," the blonde Gryffindor said bravely in the raven head's defence. "But if that is what it takes to convince you, then…"

The Head of the DMLE raised an apologetic hand. "I apologise," she said just as a House Elf popped in with a tray of tea and biscuits. "I did not wish to imply untruthfulness. Blame my profession if you must. I get a lot of tall stories from equally tall people."

The two eleven-year-old's blinked at the apology, but Haruto quickly smiled though uncertainly, and started to explain his situation. How he had ended up in Japan and met his family. He glossed over his stay at the Dursley's, not really caring for them anymore since he had found Yuugi and Jii-chan. For a moment Haruto wondered if he should try to explain the Shadows to Madam Bones, but choose not to. This was supposed to be about staying in Japan and learning magic there. Should anyone else ask or would he need to explain, then he would. Haruto continued to explain about how he had just started his new school when professor Snape showed up. The raven head told Madam Bones about the promise the Potions Master had made.

Madam Bones frowned a little as she wrote everything neatly in a notebook. She let Haruto finish his story, nodding thoughtfully as she penned down the behaviour of the Hogwarts staff. "But Flitwick-sensei is very kind," Haruto hastily added, feeling slightly awkward as he spoke of the behaviour of the adults. "And ever since Hermione-chan became our friend, McGonagall-sensei has been very good to us. Right, Neville-kun?"

The blonde Gryffindor nodded, looking at the Head of the DMLE with a seriousness which was almost adorable. "Professor Flitwick has been helping Haruto-kun to adjust to our way of magic and professor McGonagall has been helping the Muggleborn and Muggle raised students in Gryffindor with how things work in the Wizarding World. The Weasley twins have picked up the idea and have started their own little project in getting the Muggleborns to get used to the Wizarding World."

Haruto chuckled a little. Fred and George's idea of helping the Muggleborns get used to Wizarding life was pranking the Purebloods. They had not even spared their own brothers in their effort. The pranks were simple but effective. Complains about homesickness and crying in toilets had all but disappeared. All the professors, minus Snape who didn't seem to find their pranks necessary, were praising their work and Flitwick had even awarded points for one of their more ingenious ones. "Fred-san and George-san are very helpful."

Madam Bones smiled faintly. "I've heard of their antics. Even in our department they are slowly becoming legends together with their friend Lee Jordan." She wrote a little bit longer before looking back up at the two Gryffindors. "Mr Mutou, you told me that your grandfather adopted you?" The raven head hastily nodded, worry showing in his eyes. "Without the necessary paperwork I cannot do a lot so I'm going to give you some paperwork you will need to sign together with your grandfather and your new school. You will be returning to Japan soon, am I right?"

Haruto looked up at Lady Longbottom, who had been silently sipping on her tea. She lowered her cup. "I have offered my assistance. I have already gotten clearance for a holiday."

"Very well," the Head of the DMLE said with a slight nod of the head. She stood and turned to shake their hands. "I will send you the paperwork today Mr Mutou. If you could get it back to me before the end of the year then we can work on your transfer."

Haruto's smile had been blinding.

end flashback

The little raven head woke and quickly stifled a large yawn. Music was still playing through his headphones and he stared groggily at the little screen. Cloud was playing softly in the background. Haruto rubbed his eyes free of grid and looked up to see the friendly airhostess looking at him. He removed the headphones. "Hai?" he whispered tiredly.

The airhostess smiled. "Would you like some breakfast Haruto-san?" she asked.

"Breakfast?" he asked quizzically. His voice was thick and he could feel a restless headache building up behind his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Two hours before landing Haruto-san," the airhostess said. "I will give you a few minutes to wake up so you can decide what you would like." She walked on after that.

Neville turned and yawned impressively, before blinking sleepily. "Are we there yet?" he muttered when he noticed Haruto was awake. The blonde blushed a little when Haruto giggled softly. "Two more hours," the raven head replied, suddenly feeling anxious. "The airhostess will be back later to see what we would like for breakfast. Is Obaa-san awake?"

The moment Lady Longbottom was awake all three had a quick bathroom break before deciding on their breakfast. There was a small selection from Britain as well as Japan. With a wide grin and nearly crying in happiness Haruto ordered a traditional Japanese breakfast. The airhostess promised to serve him some extra umeboshi** which the raven head accepted with a hearty thanks. Neville kept sending his dishes curious glances and so Haruto shared a few of his things. It was amusing to watch his blonde friend try a few things, especially the natto.

The two eleven-year-olds amused themselves a little while longer before the nerves kicked in again. Haruto tried to keep the others from noticing and focused himself on the few anime series the airplane television screen was showing.

flashback

"You will look after each other, won't you?" Hermione sounded genuinely worried and Haruto wondered when she had become so attached to them. Maybe she was more concerned about Neville. He couldn't imagine that the bushy haired Gryffindor was concerned for him. Haruto was going back to his home country after all. That and she didn't really know him. Sure he had grown used to having her around, but he wasn't sure if he would miss her presence. She was a little overbearing and forceful in her studies at times.

"I still can't believe that you two are actually going," she continued with a slight whine in her voice. "I wish I could have gone with you. Maybe next year when my parents have some more time off. I could come and stay then, couldn't I?"

"Breath Hermione," Neville half-laughed through the phone. She was on speaker and both Haruto and Neville were sitting in a pub in a Magical free environment to make the transmission easier. Lady Longbottom was sitting quietly at the table, sipping her tea. "I'm sure by the time you'll be able to go to Japan gran will be able to help again. We can all go together."

They could almost hear Hermione pout at the other end and Lady Longbottom sniffed slightly but remained quiet otherwise. "Anyway, I'll bring you something and we'll keep in contact by Owl Post of course. So, what will you be doing this Christmas?"

She launched into a story about an annual family tradition taking the Grangers to France to visit family. The bushy haired Gryffindor complained a little more about the unfairness of it all but remained excited about visiting her cousins. She looked forward to skiing, which she was quite good at, and was very excited about the food. This had amused Haruto a little since Hermione always talked about how food obsessed Ronald Weasley seemed to be. "And you will keep in touch, right Haruto?"

Haruto sighed. Hermione still didn't use a suffix at the end of his name, even after he explained that it, being addressed without one, meant that they knew each other almost intimately. "I will Hermione-chan," the raven head said, sharing a tired smile with Neville. "You gave me your address. It will take a while for post to reach you from Japan, but when I send a message to Neville when he's at Hogwarts I will send one for you too."

They spoke a little bit more about Haruto and Neville's upcoming trip and the changes they were going to face. Hermione had sworn not to talk about it with anyone apart from Neville when they would go back to school. Since she wouldn't be in contact with anyone else from the Wizarding World, Lady Longbottom had deemed it save to let Hermione in on the fact that Haruto would not be returning to Britain after this trip.

"Stay safe Haruto," Hermione whispered when it was time to say goodbye. "I will see you back at school Neville. And be sure to bring me something nice, because I'm bringing you something too." And with that she abruptly hung up the phone. It seemed that she was just as socially awkward as she was before.

end flashback

When they finally left the plane, Haruto felt dead on his feet. Even if he had slept quite a bit on the plane, the raven head was emotionally drained for finally being back in his country. The airhostess handed him and Neville a small bag of sweets as they left and he had to fight not to give her a hug. He did bow as low as he could without insulting her and thanked her from the bottom of his heart. She giggled a little and wished him luck.

Waiting for their luggage seemed to be taking ages and by the time they were finally standing in the arrival hall, Haruto felt ready to burst. The familiar Japanese language surrounded him everywhere. When he looked back he saw Neville staring up at the signs in awe and fear. Lady Longbottom looked unimpressed like always but she seemed almost amused at the hustle and bustle of the airport life. The raven head took to leading them through the arrival hall and towards the single café at the airport. The moment he noticed the person he was looking for he froze. Haruto was sure his heart stopped when he saw that familiar overall, the bandana with grey hairs spiking out from underneath and those big violet coloured eyes.

"Jii-chan," he whispered. Neville placed a hand on his shoulder, successfully snapping Haruto out of his daze. Green eyes met blue and a wide smile suddenly spread across the raven head's face. "It's Jii-chan."

"I believe he is waiting, Haruto-san," Augusta Longbottom said softly from behind Neville and she nodded encouragingly. With a cry of happiness which startled some around them, Haruto ran the last few meters and flew into familiar arms. "My, my Haruto, how you have grown since you were away," Sugoroku said in a slightly raspy voice as he hugged his adopted grandchild close. Haruto buried himself into the older man, taking in the familiar scent of dust and tea and letting tears fall freely to soak into his grandfather's clothing. "There, there my child let me have a look at you."

Sugoroku inspected his grandson with a critical eye, rubbing away the tears which spilled down Haruto's cheeks. "You look well Haruto," he said with a small smile. "Everything went well I trust?" The raven head nodded, unable to find his voice now that he was with his grandfather again. "Come here child." And they hugged again tightly.

"I've missed you so much Jii-chan," Haruto whispered into the man's clothing. "You and Onii-chan."

"Aa and we've missed you too."

The journey towards home in the car was filled with chatter. Neville and Lady Longbottom had been quickly introduced and Sugoroku was now trying to keep the conversation in English so they wouldn't feel left out. Haruto understood this and was happy to translate the few things Sugoroku didn't understand or when he couldn't get a point across correctly. Working with professor Hawkins had helped him at first and raising Haruto had been good practice as well, but ever since the raven head had learned Japanese, only that had been spoken in the house. It meant that some words got mixed up or lost in his vocabulary.

Sugoroku took them to the Kame Game Shop and Haruto let out a small cry of happiness when the house came into view. He jumped out of the car just as it stopped and pulled Neville with him in his excitement. The raven head gave his fellow Gryffindor a grand tour of everything good that made out the Game Shop and the rooms above. Asking quick permission from his grandfather, Neville was dragged upstairs by the suddenly energetic and enthusiastic Haruto.

The two elderly people were left with indulging smiles and the shop keeper ended up leading the Head of Longbottom House through his humble shop and towards the living room. "Would you like tea Augusta-san," he asked graciously, relieved to hear the familiar stumbling around upstairs again. She graciously accepted and spoke a little more about her correspondence with Haruto.

Haruto and Neville were currently carrying a few of the raven head's things up to his room. "So where is your brother?" Neville asked a little hesitant. Haruto smiled back widely. His mood had changed so rapidly over the past few hours that it was hard to keep up with him at times. Now that the little ex-Gryffindor was back in his own home again Haruto just felt content. "Still in school," the little raven head replied. "School won't be out before the Winter Solstice and will start again soon after."

Neville frowned at that, but didn't question it. There were things in Japanese custom's he just didn't understand, but it must be the same for Haruto as well. The blonde stifled a yawn and blinked. It must be the jetlag. "Are you tired Neville-kun?" Haruto asked innocently. The raven head looked tired himself but was smiling despite the fact. Neville was sure that the smile wouldn't leave even when the raven head went to sleep.

"Come on," Haruto said and he tugged on the blonde's sleeve to get the older boy off of his bed. "We'll have some tea and then maybe you could get some sleep." It sounded like a good idea and both boys travelled down to the living area. "Jii-chan can we get some tea as well?" Haruto asked. It felt slightly strange to talk to his grandfather in English, but he knew that it would only be that way until Neville and his grandmother left.

"Of course child, there you are," Sugoroku answered and he filled two more cups with some hot tea. "Augusta-san has been telling me about the letters you've been sending her."

Haruto nodded and smiled a little. "Longbottom Obaa-san has been helping me with getting me back home. I also talked to Bones-san about staying here. She gave me some paperwork we need to sign so she can… uhm…" The raven head frowned a little, turning to Lady Longbottom.

"It is so the Headmaster cannot force you back to Hogwarts," Augusta said briskly but kindly. "Since Haruto here has already started the school year Dumbledore is under the impression that he can keep the child there for the full seven years it will usually take to complete Hogwarts. Even if the Potions Master promised that Haruto could return to his home when he didn't want to be at Hogwarts anymore, the Headmaster seems to think he can lawfully keep the child there."

Sugoroku frowned. "It sounds like this Headmaster only cares for himself and not my grandson."

"I have been wondering about Dumbledore's motives in keeping the child at Hogwarts," Augusta confessed. She glanced at her own grandson who was sitting sleepily at the table drinking his tea. Haruto was following the conversation with a little frown on his face. "Ever since Neville wrote to me about the Troll entering the school I have been making my own enquiries. It looks as if Dumbledore has been steadily drowning in his own power. But now with Amanda on my side I can work with a few different departments on some changes."

She sounded quite ominous when she said this and for some reason Haruto couldn't help but grin a little. He quickly stifled a yawn, but Neville had no such luck. The blonde was almost falling asleep where he sat. "I think it is time for us to take a short nap," Augusta said with a fond smile. "We shall retreat to our hotel until tomorrow I think."

Haruto started to protest weakly but Sugoroku ruffled his grandson's hair fondly. "I will give you two a ride there, shall I," and he stood, popping his back a little as he did. "I think Haruto-chan could do with a little bit of sleep too." And with the promise of meeting up again tomorrow for some sightseeing, Haruto moved upstairs back to his room for some much needed sleep.

Haruto stirred when someone entered his room. He opened his eyes and blinked to adjust his vision. "Hello Otouto," a familiar voice spoke and the raven head was instantly awake. He shot up in his bed and flung himself at his brother. "Onii-chan," Haruto whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. Breathing in the familiar scent and feeling comforting arms wrap around his waist. "Haruto," Yuugi whispered, tightening his grip on the still smaller boy. "Shh Ru-chan, it's alright. You're safe here and you're not going anywhere."

"I've missed you so much Onii-chan!" Haruto cried. "It was so scary in that big castle. There were Shadows everywhere and the sensei's were really weird and the others students were even weirder. There were strange creatures and I even fought with a Troll and there were ghosts there. The hat said that I shouldn't be there and even the ghosts agreed, but when I tried to come back here Snape-sensei kept saying that I couldn't even if he promised."

Yuugi frowned as he held his little brother, guiding the raven head back to the bed and letting him continue his rant for now. "I met Neville-kun at the feast and he reminded me of you. He was so nice to me and tried to understand. The Weasley twins were always helping when they could but their little brother is always fighting with Draco-san. The other students were constantly looking at me like they were expecting something from me and on the last day of October they celebrate Halloween. I learned that my real parents died on that day, but they celebrate it like nothing ever happened. When I came back from the kitchens Hermione-chan was attacked by a huge Troll. It smelled really bad and I was so scared but Akio, which is Chaos Command Magician, he saved me and helped save Hermione-chan. Since then Hermione-chan has been following us around and helping Neville and me in our studies. She keeps shouting at Weasley-san though when he tries to fight with Draco-san again."

They shifted and Haruto looked up at his big brother. "I don't like it when they fight," he whispered and Yuugi smiled softly down at him.

"I understand," Yuugi whispered softly and squeezed his brother's shoulder comfortably. "I do not like it when my friends fight with anyone either."

"They keep saying strange things," Haruto continued burying himself a little bit deeper into his brother's side. "And they seem to expect so much from me, like I'm someone else in their eyes. No one but a few wanted to get to know the real me. I felt so lonely for so long. I really missed you and Jii-chan, I even missed helping out in the shop."

Yuugi chuckled softly. "You must have really missed it here if you missed helping out in the shop."

Haruto chuckled as well and they let a comfortable silence fall between them. "I have missed it here though," the raven head sighed softly. "When Neville-kun finally said I could use his owl to send you a message I was so happy."

Yuugi nodded. "I remembered the first time I noticed the owl. I was with Jonouchi-kun and Ryuu-kun at the time and they were just as surprised as I was. That was until I remembered the owl which brought your Hogwarts letter. I was so happy to have finally been contacted by you and I think my friends realised how important it was too. They want to meet you, you know."

The raven head blushed and fidgeted nervously. "What if they don't like me?"

Yuugi tugged at his brother's chin so blue/violet eyes could stare into green ones. "They will love you," he said almost forcefully. "I'm pretty sure they will. Anzu-chan loves you and so do I." He stopped and swallowed, suddenly nervous. "There's also someone else…"

Haruto looked at his brother expectantly. "I want you to meet someone who's been helping me with some things and I've been helping him as well. It's a little complicated though." Yuugi hesitated again. "Do you remember that Puzzle I was trying to complete before you left?" Haruto nodded slowly, the memory of the dark Shadow making him shiver slightly with worry and anxiety. "I finished it."

Green eyes widened in fright. "It's not as bad as you think," Yuugi quickly continued. "There is indeed a Spirit inside the Puzzle, but he's simply lost. He doesn't remember who he was or how he ended up inside the puzzle. Mou Hitori no Boku has been helping me too."

Haruto gaped at his big brother. "Other…"

"Me, yes. It's was a little confusing at first but I think it suits him since he shares my mind and body when I wear the Puzzle." The raven head looked around to but he didn't see the finished Puzzle anywhere. "Yami promised to wait until you're ready. He knows how sensitive you are for the Shadows, the fact that you already sensed him when the Puzzle hadn't been completed just proves that. So he promised to wait, giving you as much time as you need."

Haruto felt a little puzzled at that. The Shadow he had felt inside the Puzzle had felt menacing, if a little confused, when the Puzzle had been in pieces. But the way Yuugi spoke of the Spirit made him sound understanding and friendly, like his big brother. Before Haruto could figure out how he felt about it all, his stomach growled loudly.

Yuugi chuckled and stood, tugging his brother to follow. "Come on, let's get something to eat," the older boy said, brushing his blonde bangs out of his face. "You don't have to decide now. Think about it and tell me when you're ready, okay?"

The raven head nodded in relief, happy that he wouldn't have to decide now on meeting the Spirit which resided inside the Puzzle. "You know Onii-chan. There is one thing I will miss about Britain."

The freshman raised an eyebrow while exiting the bedroom. "Oh, and what's that?"

"Something delicious called treacle tart!"

A/N: Sorry no Yami yet. I didn't want to squeeze everything in one chapter so I decided on this. DON'T BE MAD, PLEASE!

*I based this on my own flight to Singapore which took between eleven and twelve hours (I don't remember the exact time since it was like 6 years ago). Since the year is 1991 I'm not to sure about long distance flights around that time. I think they would have a flight plan for Britain-Japan flights, but I couldn't find anything to confirm this. Basically I'm making it so.

**umeboshi are pickled Ume plums.

And now counts the warning: blood, gore and a very evil Yami! (Enjoy!)

cut-scene…

Dumbledore was sitting in his office trying to unstick two lemon drops when suddenly his resident Potions Master came running into the room. The dark haired man scurried into the room and crouched behind the Headmasters chair. "Severus, my boy, even if I would not mind your company I would like to know why you are currently sitting behind my chair."

"I don't care what you say," Severus hissed, clearly distraught. "You can fix this."

The Headmaster of Hogwarts School turned to look at his Potions Master. "Fix what, my boy?" Before Severus could reply and evil chuckle echoed through the Headmaster's office. "Tisk, tisk," a voice came in a strange, echoing kind of sound. It was as if the person was standing in a cave, in a cave, in a cave. "It looks like the bat flew to his favourite cave. Maybe his majesty would be so kind as to let me finish with my first victim before I come back?"

Dumbledore frowned, placing the two sticky lemon drops back into his bowl. "Now, now I will have no such talk here. Show yourself so we can deal with this situation accordingly."

The voice chuckled again and Dumbledore supressed a shudder. "I will never forgive you for this Dumbledore," the Potions Master hissed. The voice tsk'ed again and suddenly a teenager appeared in the middle of the office. The lights flickered eerily before dying slowly. Only the fireplace was left as their only source of light and it through patterns of the office walls. Long Shadows of all shapes and sizes, all with grinning mouths and glowing red eyes.

"Now my child, what seems to be the problem," Dumbledore asked as if he was speaking to a five-year-old. The teenager looked like no student he had ever seen in his school before. His dark hair was sticking upwards in five points like a star and the way the light shone it caused an almost purple glow. Blonde streaks which seemed to be part of his bangs, pointed in three beams upwards. His face was pale, but healthy unlike the Potions Master and dark purple eyes were laced with red. The teenager licked his lips in anticipation and while the child looked like he couldn't be older then thirteen, his voice sounded as old as the Headmaster's own.

"Problem Headmaster?" the teenager hissed menacingly and the pendant he wore glittered in the fire light, giving his eyes a more sinister glow. "The problem is that you kidnapped my little brother. You forced him here and kept him against his wishes. Now that he is safe I have come to punish you and the bat for taking him."

The knife came out of nowhere and if the teenagers aim hadn't been slightly off, Dumbledore was sure that his head would have been split in two. Now all he had was a shallow cut on his cheek and a damaged chair. The knife, which had been imbedded deeply into the wooden surface, had caused Severus to squeak and fall backwards. "Take it your majesty," the teen hissed, letting another knife appear out of thin air. "And let us play a little Game."

Dumbledore shivered at the mere mention of the promise. It was strange that he would feel such fear over a game, if that was all it was. "And what if I were to refuse?" the old Headmaster asked, loosening the knife before freeing it from the wood. A few drops of his blood fell on his hand. The drops glistened like rubies in the light of the fire and Dumbledore resisted the urge to lick them off of his hand.

The teenager chuckled darkly. "Oh I think you will accept this Game of chance when you will see what you can win." A bag flew through the air and landed on the headmaster's desk, falling open in the process and spilling a bit of its contents on the wooden surface. Small ruby drops, the size of the Headmaster's candy, rolled between the paperwork and against inkpots and quills. The red colour illuminated the old Headmaster's face and a greedy expression appeared for a split second before it disappeared again.

"I accept."

Severus Snape stared with horror at his old employer as he lay across the desk. Lifeless eyes stared unseeingly at the wall, hand closed tightly around tiny pieces of glass. Blood was still flowing freely from the wounds which would have formed from the Headmasters desperate grab at the shards. Blood was dripping onto the surface of the wooden desk, being soaked up by the paperwork which littered the desk. The blood still gushed a little out of the man's mouth, gravity doing its work.

The teenager took a step back, wiping the blood from his knife before carefully gathering up his cards. "Murderer," Severus spoke softly, still staring at his old mentor. "How could you kill him like that?" The teen raised a single questioning eyebrow. "You saw it yourself," the boy spoke calmly. "The Headmaster killed himself. Unable to except his loss he tried to swallow the shards of glass before stabbing himself through his already weakened heart."

Burning dark eyes focused themselves on the teenager. "You made him," the Potions Master hissed. "I don't know how you did it, but you tricked the Headmaster somehow into believing those shards were something else."

Crimson eyes focused on the Potions Master and Severus supressed a shiver. The teenager wiped a few specs of blood from his face. "Would you like to try and bring him back?" the question was nothing more then a whisper, but the tone was more terrifying then even the memory of the Dark Lord's voice. "Or is there something else you desire? Something else you would like to prove? Maybe that you could defeat this dunderhead who took down your employer?"

Severus twitched in annoyance and anticipation. A toothy grin spread on the teenager's face making him looked faintly like the devil incarnate. Something else appeared in front of them. They seemed to be Potions ingredients of the highest quality and in the middle stood a small bag with bottles, a silvery substance inside. "These are…"

"Memories," the Potions Master spoke greedily. "And these ingredients are amazing. What are the rules?" The toothy grin became a little bit wider.

Yami carefully tucked away his cards and bend down to pull loose the knife out of the Potions Master's chest. He sighed sadly and shook his head. "So close Master Bat and yet so far away." Glassy eyes stared up at the ceiling, bits of organ sticking out of his mouth. Yami shuddered and turned away from the sight. The Headmaster had as least stabbed himself. The Potions Master had basically disembowelled himself and tried to eat his own organs before going for the heart.

Turning himself fully away from the dead, Yami finally noticed the paintings on the wall. Horrified and stunned into silence, the occupants watched him wearily. None dared to speak or even move to call for help. Not that it had been possible the Shadows had prevented anyone from leaving the office. "Here this occupants of Hogwarts castle," Yami spoke in a tone he had not used in thousands of years. All portraits focussed on the once ruler of Egypt. "Your Headmaster and Potions Master have been judged by the Ancient Powers and have been sentenced. They have taken their own lives out of greed and cannot be reborn. They are banned, doomed to walk the Shadowy Path for eternity. If any Wizard or Witch shows ill will towards me or my family again, they will face the same judgement. You have been warned!"

And with that Yami disappeared in a swirl of Shadows and Darkness.

(This last bit does not mean that Dumbledore and Snape died in the actual story. Unfortunately I still need them alive.)

Updated 22-7-2013

Since there was some confusion after I posted this Omake I decided to clarify once more. It was simply a cut scene I felt like writing. It would have been awesome if had actually been real in the story, but Dumbledore and Snape need to be alive and I do not like the idea of Atemu being participant in a murder/suicide even if they did kill themselves after the Shadow Game. A reader commented that I might use it as a dream sequence and that Dumbles and Snappy would flinch every time they meet Yuugi/Atemu, but they will never actually meet in the story. Not face to face anyway.