Teapots
It had been several months since their quest to find Zoku's true name, but Bakura had finally done it. There it was, halfway through the final volume of the series Myrtle had checked out. Zoku Necrophadisu, the high-ranking demon believed to have been banished during the reign of Atemu, Pharaoh of Egypt, in a massive ceremony that had killed the Pharaoh and his priests as well as the sacrifice they had intended to use in order to bind the demon to their will.
There could be no question that this was the correct name. Not only was the first part of the name the same as that Zoku had given him when inciting him to break into the palace and take his revenge on the Pharaoh, once reminded, he began to remember bits of that sacrifice. They had drugged the food that they gave him, so he had walked into the room docilely and lay on the altar as one of the priests bent over him with a knife. The next thing he could remember was waking up in the Hogwarts infirmary.
All he had to do now was to wait for Myrtle to get back from her 'Christmas break' at home with the things he had asked for and try not to kill anyone until she got back. Smiling slightly, he picked up his bag and headed off to his first class of the day – Professor Dumbledore's special Transfiguration lessons. Since he was so much older than the rest of the students in his year, the teachers were giving him special lessons in order to get him caught up to the rest of the students his age. He was doing well enough that they thought if he stayed over summer vacation as well he would be able to skip straight into the third year after this year's exams.
The teacher was waiting for him in the otherwise empty classrooms, a box of animals on the desk in front of him and a strangely-shaped pot beside the box. "Today we will be learning how to turn a turtle into a teapot. You must concentrate on finding the inherent similarities between a turtle and this teapot. The word is purusorca." Professor Dumbledore sat back and picked up his work, grading student's papers as Bakura tried to figure out what he could see on a turtle that had any relation at all to the teapot thing that he was supposed to be turning it into.
Well, they had the same general shape, he supposed. If the turtle was just a little rounder and taller then they'd be the same. Focusing on the image of the teapot, Bakura pointed his wand and said "Purusorca." For a moment nothing happened, then just as he'd envisioned the turtle swelled up, becoming rounder and flatter on the bottom, head arching upwards and hardening as the legs receded into the base. The tail curled up, stretching and sliding up further along the turtle's back until it became a handle. Bakura smiled and picked up the jade teapot, admiring the way that the scaly neck was formed. It was an interesting animal, and the vessel had turned out better than he had hoped, looking almost as though it was fit for the Pharaoh's table.
"Here," he said quietly, placing the finished vessel on the desk and waiting for the Professor to pay attention to it. After a few moments, Dumbledore picked up the teapot and examined it, turning it around in his hands and examining the details. "Well, it's definitely a teapot, and it looks beautiful, but it would be better for your grades if you could make something that looks more like the one on the desk. Have a lemon drop?"
Bakura shook his head, murmured "No thank you," and reached for another turtle. A white teapot, smooth, with little flowers painted on the sides. He could do that.