Chapter Twelve of New Professors, New Adventures
Disclaimer: In addition to not owing YGO or HP or anything else copyrighted in this fic, Hikari and her alter-egos also don't own Marie Blackfelt or Wendi. Marie is owned by Random Person number three and Wendi is owned by Torina Archelda. Both have given her permission in using their OCs in this fic. Both also made up the age and the description, and Random Person number three also made up Marie Blackfelt's history. Random Person number three also owns Arina Arono.
Last Time on New Professors, New Adventures:
I (Harry) don't know what came over me as I stared at these two spirits. Proof of what they had said… it was before my eyes… and it was their eyes, those spirits' eyes, which made me do it… their crimson eyes…
I ran.
"Harry!" Yugi fell to his knees. "No! I though he'd believe us!"
"Oh no!" Classic Yami the Pharaoh phrase. He says it every time something's bad. He also likes to say, "You're sadly mistaken," but that's only to prove his opponent wrong.
"This is NOT good!" wailed Ryou.
"He knows about the Millennium Items," said Seto quietly.
There was about a second of silence before Mariku exploded, "Great RA! If he tells everyone…"
"They'll all be in danger!" cried Ceribi. "All of them – this school! If that evil guy comes and tries to get our powers…!"
Malik was pacing. "What are we doing here!" snapped Bakura. "We should be chasing him."
"I'll go," said Seto, and started to run.
The others stood in silence. "Aibou," said Yami gently, going down on one knee to kneel next to his hikari, who was on all fours. "C'mon, Hikari, get up."
"Yami!" wailed Yugi. "This is SO NOT GOOD!"
"I know. But complaining about it won't do any good." Yugi stood up along side his yami. "I think," said Yami, looking at the others, "its time to bring in some old friends."
"Would their names be Joey Wheeler, Anzu Mazaki and Tristan Taylor?" asked Ryou quietly. He looked up and couldn't help but smile. "You mean the ENTIRE gang, don't you?"
Yami gave a tiny salute with two fingers. "That's the ticket," he said in a British accent, and, despite their desperate situation, they all smiled.
(another miracle – SOMEONE ELSE'S POV)
SETO'S POV
I quickly ran to the Gryffindor common room. Damn it Harry, why did you have to bolt like that? Even I didn't bolt when Yami told me about him being a Pharaoh, back in Battle City. But, then again, I am Seto Kaiba.
I slid to a stop in front of the Fat Lady. "Disequilibrium," I said. She yawned and looked at me.
"Now who's – Professor, this isn't –"
"DISEQUILIBRIUM!" I said loudly, and, rolling her eyes, she opened.
I dashed inside. Mokuba and the rest of his new friends were sitting near the fire, but no Harry. They looked up. "Niisama? What is it?"
"Where is he?"
"Who?" asked Wendi, almost uncertainly.
"Harry."
"We don't know. We know he snuck out, but he never came out."
"Ah…" I swore under my breath. Mokuba looked worried.
"Ceribi said that you were going to tell him."
"We did," I said grimly.
"Tell him what?" asked Hermione.
"Bad timing, Staff," said Mokuba swiftly. "But… Niisama, he never came…"
(((We have a problem.)))
(((What is it Kaiba?)))
(((Harry… well, let's just say he's disappeared…)))
(THREE'S A CHARM, AND THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THAT IT'S NOT IN 3RD POV.)
HARRY'S POV
I ran blindly. I know somewhere along the way I had slipped on the Invisibility Cloak, but I never stopped.
I ran to the doors of Hogwarts and threw them open. A blast of cold air met me. I kept running.
Finally, I stopped. I had slipped off the cloak. I was at the edge of the lake. The moon's reflection shone on the lake. It was a full moon. I glanced at my watch. 12:00 exactly. I lay on my back, thinking off all that had happened this year.
Suddenly, as if the words were not my own, a diary entry (I never kept a diary) started in my head.
(an: This is Loren Leah's story known as 'The Perfect Shade of Blue,' which can be found in the YGO section of this site. There are adjustments to make it fit Harry. So I give credit to her this part down till the next little note.)
I like to be asleep by this time of night. It doesn't usually happen.
Right now I'm lying on top of the grass of the huge field at Hogwarts, stretched out on my back, looking out at the sky and the lake, which is only a few feet away from me. I consider briefly getting up and walking back to my common room and pretend like nothing happened. This idea is scrapped fairly quickly. I don't feel like getting up at the moment.
Right now, the sky is at that particular point that only lasts for a few moments each night. Too dark to be called navy, yet it cannot be called black. No, it's midnight at Hogwarts, and this is midnight blue.
And I am Harry Potter, and I wish I were asleep. And not dreaming, preferably. I don't usually have very pleasant dreams.
When I'm wide awake at this quiet hour, it's usually because of such a dream that sleep has been stolen from me. But not tonight. No, tonight I am scared all because of what my new teachers revealed to me.
Motou and Bakura are possessed, and they, Ishtar and the other Motou have some other kind of magic. The magic I don't mind, and neither the possession, nor the fact that they can summon some other freaky dimension, but the fact that the people possessing Motou and Bakura have crimson eyes like Voldemort scares me.
Which still leads me to wonder why I shiver uncontrollably, and why I'm awake at midnight bothering to ponder it.
I never much cared for being part of a group before. Sure, I have Ron and Hermione and a few other friends, but, truly, I've always been a loner because my past sets me apart from everyone else. I suppose, during my more formative years, I never really had the opportunity. (Memories of the Dursleys, and the reasons why, I beat back with a shudder.) I pretend that I enjoy have a cluster of people around me, which includes those like Malfoy, who I can't stand, but, truly, I'd prefer only a few good friends rather than a huge cluster of unworthy ones. However… it's a novel concept, to get along with people, to simply interact with them daily; people who share interests and passions, or because we differ in opinions.
Perhaps I've let myself become complacent. Too used to the idea of being accepted by this group; of thinking of them as people willing to tolerate me, people who understand what I'm about. (Of course, what this has to do with Motou and what he has told me, I do not know. However, it's almost as if they accepted me as part of their group; as if I am part of their group because of I'm the "incarnation" of this Prince Leo fellow. And, although I don't find it unbelievable, I'm just hesitant.)
On the other hand, however... if I were about to fall off a cliff, I have not a single doubt that the cluster of people who are in my life (this includes the Slytherins and teachers and everyone at Hogwarts) and Motou's group would reach out to pull me back to safety. And as obnoxious and grating as I find some of the people (the Slytherins, for instance, and some of the teachers) I would still return the favor. Not out of personal affection for some of them, mind you, but from a sense of general ethics – people may call me "crazy" and "mental" all they like; I will still not stand by and let a decent person die. (Yes, despite his Malfoy's and the rest Slytherins of their posturing, overconfidence, and absolute idiocy, I must grudgingly admit they are decent people.)
But I wonder suddenly, if I told them I was going to jump off, what they would do then.
I've considered suicide many times. No body knows that. My life sucks. That's no secret. People think I'm going to save them, and then they turn their backs on me because I say something they don't want to hear. And then they sympathize when they're forced to listen. My life is hard. I don't see why I should bear with it.
However… fighting this war against Voldemort is my life. My magic, my wand, my scar, my family, my few friends, my rivals, Quidditch – they mean nothing compared to this war, and they mean nothing without it. This war against evil is the only reason I ever bothered to do anything. It's my responsibility. People depend on me; it's seems like Motou's group more than anyone. They need me.
My responsibility, indeed. It has been a long time since I really cut loose. I remember it just well enough to be miserable at the lack of it. But it's not their fault. I chose to give them my life. None of them have truly asked me of anything, not even to go over to the other side... except Motou. He did ask me to believe them – him, and his group.
Unfortunately, there are always some things heroics cannot save.
Dumbledore told me about the prophecy last year, crying at the end. He gave me an impassioned lecture on the value of my own life, telling me about Sirius's "wasted" life (not his words, but I know what he meant). Because of the prophecy, Dumbledore said to me, you cannot both live. Either you go, or Voldemort does. Take care that you get to him before he can get you.
Perhaps he didn't realize that I no longer care. I realize now that without this heavy responsibility, my life would mean as much as a wand and a textbook and no Hogwarts to go to.
… I suppose Ron and Hermione are my only true friends, but other than that, I would not consider any one else my friend. However, the others are people that I can turn to. People I would trust not only with my worthless life. I would trust them with the only truly precious thing I've ever had. They want to win this fight as much as I do. They want to rid the world of Voldemort.
They're decent people.
My eyes move further upward, and beyond the twinkling glow on the Forbidden Forest's horizon, I can see the stars. Pinpricks of light in the midst of that darkness, as though all the light of Heaven had been hidden behind a midnight-colored curtain, letting only teasing bits shine down onto our mortal world.
I remember a saying, unbidden. 'It's always darkest...'
I have lived so long in this world of midnight, existing only to survive. But now, I find, I have been offered something that makes me feel...alive. If I can make them understand... perhaps...
This is the perfect shade of blue for me. I have had my darkest.
I think it is time for my dawn.
(And that was Harry's version of "The Perfect Shade of Blue" by Loren Leah. Oh, and by the way, he doesn't really consider Marie his friend because it's his girlfriend. What I'm saying is that, sure, he loves his friends, but what he feels for Marie isn't that kind of love. Get it?)
"Have you found him yet?"
"I've tried," Yugi panted. "I've looked where've I can. But I haven't found him."
"Neither have I." Seto frowned. "This isn't good." (ha, at first I put: "This is good.")
"Where are the others?"
"I don't know." Seto shook his head. (((Where are you?)))
((My hikari and I are going to Professor Dumbledore.)) -Mariku
(((You two? But why? What will you say? We can't blow our cover just yet.))) -Ceribi
/We'll tell him that we wanted to talk to Harry but he ran and now we can't find him./ -Malik
((There's no need.)) -Bakura
((Why not?)) - Mariku
/Because Kura and I have just found him./ - Ryou
((Where are you two?)) -Yami
/Outside./
When the met Ryou he was standing outside, a little away from the lake. The other four and the yamis looked at what he was looking at.
Harry was lying down, stretched across the lawn. His eyes were closed in sleep and his chest moved rhythmically with his breathing. He still wore his glasses, and they were slowly slipping down the bridge of his nose. Harry's body was bathed in moonlight as he lay in peace.
The five stood around him, looking down at the teen. Seto bent low and picked him up. Yugi took off Harry's glasses and slipped them in the pocket of his robes.
"Let's take him back to the Gryffindor common room, shall we?" said Ceribi softly, and they all went to the said place.
HARRY'S POV
"Harry? Harry? You awake, mate? You okay?"
I groaned. "Five more minutes," I said, flipping over to my stomach.
I heard the voice speak again. "Yup, he's fine. No need to worry 'bout him."
"Who's worrying?" said another voice.
"I am," I said. I rolled over again and opened my eyes.
The first thing that hit me was the light.
"AH! THE LIGHT! IT BURNS!" I wailed. "Someone get my glasses!"
Some put my glasses in my hand and I slipped them on. Instantly the world came into focus. I rubbed my eyes and saw Ron, Hermione, Mokuba, Marie, Altáriël and Wendi all nearby.
"Harry! You're finally awake," said Marie happily, sitting next to me.
I yawned. "What day is it?" I asked.
"Sunday."
I rubbed my eyes tiredly and gave a lazy smile. "I'm blad blah dai wah naw knak." I tried to speak, but it didn't exactly work.
Mokuba burst into laughter. "You sound like Niisama when he first wakes up," he giggled.
"Your brother sleeps?" said Altáriël skeptically.
"Believe it or not," said Mokuba. He then had an odd expression on his face and burst into more laughter.
"What?" we all said.
"Nothing," he choked.
"Whatever," said Wendi. She stretched. "Did you finish any of your homework Harry?"
I groaned. "Good Grief. I – "
"It's done." This was Marie.
"It's – you did it?" I asked. She nodded and I hugged her. "Thanks!"
She dusted off a shoulder.
"So what did they tell you that made you so shocked?" asked Ron. "Kaiba came in here carrying you and then they all left without a word."
"They – " I began, but stopped. I had sworn not to tell. I was too confused, anyway. I wouldn't tell. "It's… nothing. Really. Don't worry about it." They looked skeptical, except for Mokuba, but I shook my head. No further comments.
Me: I like this chapter.