The Chosen

by aIbicans

The dark is rising, but so is the light. A chosen four are invited to attend Hogwarts as Voldemort grows stronger. What will happen? Who will make it? A rewrite. Discontinued. In the process of editing and reuploading existing chapters. Except not really.

5. writing, Re

Telly: Chapter 5!

Vaness: Yay!

Yami Bakura and Yami: No!

Yeah... it's a short chapter.

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Japanese names to dub names: Malik – Marik, Jounouchi (Jou) – Joey, Seto – Kaiba, Ryou – Bakura (But everyone calls him Bakura anyway), Sugoroku – Grandpa Moto (Solomon? Simon? Who knows?), Otogi – Duke Devlin, Isis – Ichizu, Shizuka – Serenity, Honda – Tristan, Anzu – Teá.

Key:

Key:

(( )) - yami to hikari

( )- hikari to yami

" " - speech

' ' - thoughts

Italics - letters, newspaper articles, emphasized words etc.

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Chapter 5 –

"Business in England"

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The youth hurt all over. Repeated "Crucios" and being locked in the dungeon was his punishment for defying his father and "defiling his family line's pure blood", it seemed. Although, knowing his family and their alignment, that wasn't surprising.

And it was going to start all over again. The youth could hear his father's footsteps getting louder, coming closer, and going to enter his prison. He braced himself for more "Crucios", more kicks and the like. And then he heard somebody knock on the front door.

The footsteps stopped abruptly and headed for the other direction. Since the dungeon was directly under the main hall, the youth could hear everything that was going on. The door was opened, probably by his house elf, and the youth immediately recognized the cold, sneering voice of his Head of House, Professor Snape.

"Hello, Patrick."

"Hello, Severus," his father replied. "What brings you here in the middle of summer?"

"It concerns your—" Snape strained his ears. "What made that sound? You have something in your dungeon?"

The youth couldn't see it, but he was sure his father's mouth had curled into a sneer. "Oh, yes. I think I'll bring you to see him... maybe you can give him a lesson."

Footsteps got closer and closer, and the door opened. Snape's features remained expressionless, and he said, "So Mr. Zabini has done something wrong?" in a rather neutral tone.

Patrick Zabini spat on the ground. "I gave him some training, and he failed."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "I see. What spurred this change of heart?"

"You'll have to ask him for that," the elder Zabini replied. "But you can't ask him now. You see, I'm still busy punishing him." He raised his wand and the youth flinched involuntarily.

"Really," Snape's mouth curled into a sneer. "Allow me to join in." He raised his wand.

"Stupefy!"

The youth's father barely had time to react as he realized the red light was heading towards him instead of his son. He crumpled onto the ground and lay there, unmoving.

The youth stared at his Potions teacher, partly in fascination and partly in confusion. Then the pain proved too much for him and he fainted.

Snape looked at his pupil. His features were impassive, but if you looked hard, you could see the little amount of softness in his eyes. "I risked my life to save you, Zabini," Snape hissed after picking him up. "Don't disappoint me."

Then Snape Apparated into 12 Grimmauld Place.

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The spirit of Yami, or rather Yami's yami, looked around at the destruction he had caused, and his mouth curled into a sneer. These... people, this race would pay, for attempting to enslave the Pharaoh, for believing they had enslaved the Pharaoh. No, said a little voice at the end of the Pharaoh's mind. The whole world will pay. The whole planet shall perish in thinking that they could enslave the Pharaoh! This voice grew stronger and stronger, and stronger. The Pharaoh would rule the world!

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"Yay! We're in England!" Mokuba shouted, jumping up and down on the deluxe plush sofa. They were in one of Seto's mansions in London, in its full regalia. Or, simply putting it, the mansion was very posh. "I wanna go to Claires'!" Mokuba continued. The others looked at him oddly. "Ignorant we may be, but we know that Claires' is definitely a GIRL'S SHOP," Honda said. Mokuba pouted. "That's not fair!" he said, "Neopets is sexist!"

"And country-ist too," Ryou added, "I notice they don't sell Neopets rare, limited edition plushies in Japan!"

"Yeah, whatever," Malik said airily. "I don't like Neopets. I think it's a bit stupid and unrealistic." Hearing this, Mokuba positively quivered with indignation. "Of course it's realistic!" he shouted. "Tell them, nii-sama! Tell them it's realistic!"

"Wait," Yami Bakura popped out of Ryou's body as a spirit. "You're saying Seto plays Neopets?" There was a bit of silence as his statement sunk in. There was a sweatdrop hanging at the back of Yami Bakura, Jounouchi, Anzu, Honda and Malik's heads. Then Mokuba drew himself up importantly and replied, "Yeah! Nii-sama plays Neopets on his laptop when he has boring board meetings!"

Everybody looked at Seto.

Seto went bright crimson and mumbled," Yeah... well... um..."

"YOU play Neopets, Seto?" Yami Bakura demanded. "YOU, of all people?" He looked up to the sky and spread out his hands. "Ra, have you provided a place for me up there yet? Seto playing Neopets. The world is coming to an end. I thought you were smarter than that, Seto. Anything my hikari does is bound to be bad." Ryou gave a mild glare at his yami, but declined to comment, and Anzu grinned.

"A MAN OF GOOD FAITH!" roared Malik, grinning wickedly and putting his arm on where he imagined Yami Bakura's shoulder would be.

"Say, Kaiba, you have a pretty nice place here," remarked Jounouchi nonchalantly, totally off the subject.

"Nii-sama has pretty nice places everywhere," Mokuba answered smugly.

Meanwhile, Juno was relaxing in his room, telling his mates and their pet dogs about Seto's glissades and jetés.

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Yami looked at the destruction that lay before him. Burning buildings, dead people and injured people running around, trying to escape the raging inferno of the uncontrollable spirit.

This scene reminded him of Ookazi, a Duel Monsters card.

Duel Monsters?, his inner self asked. You're too good for that. With such intellect as yours, you should be playing mind games, not pathetic card duels.

"They're not pathetic!" Yami tried to shout. But his inner voice continued smoothly, They are. You think you're good in Duel Monsters? You think you're the, the voice paused, Game, King?

I AM THE KING OF GAMES! Yami roared inside his mind.

Yeah, whatever, the voice said dismissively. Of course you are.

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"Kay, nii-sama, I've got the equipment ready," Mokuba reported, keying in some codes in his laptop. "Good," Seto replied. "Check if anything peculiar has been happening recently. You know how we do it." Seto looked up from his laptop.

"Okay, nii-sama!" Mokuba said, typing in more codes.

"Wait a minute..." Jounouchi said, peering at what Mokuba was doing. "You're hacking into companies! Isn't that against the law?"

"Yeah," Mokuba answered, still typing, "But if you do it and not get detected..."

"Really?" Jounouchi asked quizzically. "Mokuba, PLEASE TEACH ME!"

Seto sighed. "Oh brother."

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Seto sighed and rubbed his eyes. It was 2 am, five hours since they had started searching for oddities happening around England. Frankly, Seto had expected better results, since England was a rather modern and close society, but there you go. Nothing was to be found. Ryou, Juno, Malik, Anzu, Honda and Jounouchi had gone out putting up posters of Yuugi around the area in the vain hope that Yuugi had only been kidnapped near the area where they were living. Well, actually, Seto, getting tired of all the "Are you done yet?"s and the "TEACH-ME"s, had originally wanted them out so that he and Mokuba could work in peace, so he had made up a reason.

"Mokuba," Seto asked tiredly for what seemed like the thousandth time. "Any thing on your side?"

"Negative, nii-sama," Mokuba yawned. "Are you even sure Yuugi is even in London?" he managed, before his head plopped onto the table. Seto sighed tiredly and shook his head. He could hardly blame Mokuba for being so dispirited. Yami was, as much as Seto hated to admit it, a born leader, and, understandably, without Yami, Mokuba, and Seto to a lesser degree, felt a little lost. He allowed himself to rest on the table for a while, and before he knew it, he fell asleep...

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"Kaiba?" Seto heard someone say. Then someone put a hand on his shoulder. "Kaiba-san, Mokuba-kun, wake up!" said Ryou. "We found something that's probably got to do with Yami. A village has been sacked."

Kaiba jumped up.

"Let's go there. Juno, get the plane going!" The sooner this was resolved, the sooner he could go home.

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Yami got ready to leave the scene, but a sound stopped him. It sounded like something crashing down on the ground. He turned around and saw a monstrous... thing land on the ground next to him. He focused his powers and tried to toss it in the flames, but it didn't seem to move. What monstrosity was this? The puzzled evil spirit watched as Seto, Mokuba, Anzu, Honda, Jounouchi, Bakura and Malik exited the... plane. How did he know it was a plane? And how did he know the names of the strange people in it?

Never mind about them, his inner voice shouted. They're just pathetic people trying to stop you. But have you been stopped before? Hell no! Let's show these pathetic worms what you're all about!

'Yes,' Yami thought furiously, 'you pathetic worms, wanting to believe you can capture me and bring me back, huh? Well, you're wrong.'

"Yami! Yami-san!" Mokuba shouted. "What happened? Why are you like that, and your eyes? They're red!"

"Why so slow?" Yami sneered. "I expected you to be faster than that. I've already destroyed three villages, you know. You can't capture me again!"

Mokuba blinked and looked utterly confused. "Nii-sama..." he said. Seto looked at Yami, and he took over.

"We don't want to capture you!" he shouted, trying to stall Yami.

"You should know, servants of Voldemort! Or do you tell me he hasn't told you? Oh my..." Yami gave a sadistic little laugh. "Well, it doesn't really matter that I've told you, then. You're gonna die anyway."

"We're not Voldemort's servants!" Malik shouted, alarmed. The name sounded familiar, so it was probably featured in Dumbledore's letter, which he could check later.

"Yeah, yeah, say what you want," Yami said. "Why are you here then? Come to put me back in that gourd, eh? Eh?"

Jounouchi looked at Yami, confused, then at Honda desperately. 'Now I know how Yami felt when he dueled me in Battle City (1),' he thought. 'Except... this time this destruction in by his own will.' "Yami," he said desperately, "We aren't here to imprison you, or anything. We're just here to take your home."

Yami blinked. For a while, confusion reigned on his face. Then the sadistic grin returned with full force. "You'll never fool me, servant of Voldemort, with your pretty talk of 'Come on, we're here to save you, come with us'. Come on, if you want to bring me back, bring me back by force!"

"Yami!" Ryou shouted, shocked. "We don't know who Voldemort is, and why he wants you. That's why we need you to tell us, so we can take care of him!" Eyebrows were raised at this comment. "Yami, please, I'm begging you," Ryou's eyes started filling with tears. "We didn't come here because we wanted to capture you!" he burst out, "It's because you're our friend!"

'Has Bakura been hanging out with Anzu recently?' Jounouchi wondered.

"Pathetic," Yami sneered. "What a pathetic way to lure the prey back to the lioness's cave. You should be ashamed of yourselves, servants of Voldemort, using the friendship crap as an excuse to bring me back there."

Ryou stared at Yami, shocked. The tears dripped down his face and hit the ground.

"Temee(1), Yami!" Honda shouted. "This isn't you, I know, but I'm finding it hard to suppress the urge to beat you up! Don't you recognize us?"

Anzu was just silent. This couldn't be happening...

And Yami Bakura...

Yami Bakura shook with fury as he surfaced. His hair started flaring up and his eyes started glowing with rage.

"Nobody. Makes. My. Hikari. CRY! Nobody damn well even makes my hikari SNIFFLE!" (The others immediately resolved to treat Ryou a little better from now on) "You damn well have a good reason for that, or I'll be forced to fight you!" Jounouchi, Malik, Anzu, Honda, Mokuba and Seto looked on, dumbfounded and Yami laughed. "All right, then. 'We'll fight!' NOW the servants of Voldemort finally resort to force." Yami's grin stretched wider. "I'll be glad to fight you, Yami Bakura. After all, I am the Game King!"

"Let's duel then!" Yami Bakura shouted and took out his deck. "I'd specially formatted it for our upcoming battle!" But Yami smiled thinly. "Duel Monsters? How pathetic," he sneered. Yami Bakura gaped in astonishment. "Pardon me?" But his words were ignored, as Yami continued, "No, we need a battle of the minds. But I will win. I am the best, and the world is at my mercy!"

("Sound like someone you knew?" Seto asked Malik sarcastically. "I loved my yami very much, Kaiba," was the equally sarcastic reply.)

Yami Bakura's eyes narrowed. That wasn't the goody-goody 'Oh, believe in the Heart of the Cards!' Pharaoh he knew. "I think we'd better duel," he said. "With cards. I'll crush you, I will. Or is the Pharaoh too scared of losing?" he sneered.

Yami glared at Bakura. "I must admit you are persuasive," he said finally. "It'll be nice to destroy you with the game you love the most."

"DUEL!"

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1 – Temee: It's a particularly rude way of addressing someone. Can be translated to 'you bastard!'

Telly: Chapter end! Depressing bit over! (Was it even depressing?)

Vaness: Till next chapter, don't worry, Telly's Dreadfully Written Horror/Angst/Drama fans :D

Ooh, I just took my German Oral GCSE T.T It was scary, it was. Until I got to the waiting room. Well, for you US people you know how the SATs are like equivalent to the A-Levels in Britain (...or not? xD) Well, the GCSE is taken two years before that, in Year 11. So um... yeah.

And I went on a writing spree in the holidays! I'm so proud of mee! ;D

Please r & r ;)