Chapter Eighteen of New Professors, New Adventures
Author's Note: I spoil Yami's real name in this chapter, just so you know. And I've seen it spelled two ways, one with the u at the end and others without the u.
There is also another note at the end, so bare with me…
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:
Yami screamed out in pain as a flame enveloped to him. Because of his abrupt cut off earlier at the Great Hall, he wasn't as able to grasp his Shadow powers – for the time being. But then the pain stopped as Harry protected him with his own magic.
"Summon the Gods!" he shouted. Yami stared.
((But I don't have enough power!))
/But I do./
Yami had no time to object. Yugi took over.
"I SACRIFICE NINE OF OUR MONSTERS TO SUMMON THE THREE EGYPTIAN GOD CARDS: OBELISK THE TORMENTOR, SLIFER THE SKY DRAGON AND THE WINGED DRAGON OF RA…!"
The ground was covered in light…
Harry felt searing pain at his scar. He suddenly saw pictures flash in his mind's eye:
Yami, in his Pharaoh getup, was holding a small, black-haired child in his arms.
The same child was swinging around an enormous sword; Yami chuckled and picked the child and sword up.
The child, now five or so, was sitting on Yami's lap, reading a book.
The black-haired child, now ten or so, was over looking a crowd of people.
Now sixteen, the child was visibly a past version of Harry himself; he was reading another book.
Now Leo/Harry held the same sword he had tried to when he was little, overlooking a battlefield.
Leo/Harry was fighting against a pale, snake-like man: the ancient form of Voldemort. His sword clashed against his enemies as they struggled to overpower the other. At last, Leo/Harry thrust forwards and stabbed him. He laughed. Voldemort looked up, smirked, and, grabbing his own sword, stabbed Leo/Harry in the head, and made a lightening-bolt cut. The ancient and present Harry gasped in pain.
The last vision was blurry. The current Harry knew that he was seeing it from Leo's eyes. Yami, as the pharaoh, was cradling him in his arms, tears snaking down his face. Leo/Harry reached his hand out and touched the pharaoh's face. He uttered one word…
Harry jolted back to the present, Leo's voice ringing in his ears. The word that he had uttered before he had died was not a regular word. It was the name of his father. It was Yami's real name.
Harry looked over at Yugi. The Egyptian God Cards were glowing. Harry suddenly remembered one of his visions, the one where he had been reading. He realized that he must put that knowledge to use, in order to save everyone.
As light from the heavens descended onto the earth, Harry shouted, "SLIFER THE SKY DRAGON, OBELISK THE TORMENTOR AND THE RINGED DRAGON OF RA, HEAR MY CRY! COMBINE YOUR DEVINE POWER TO CREATE HORAKHTI, THE CREATOR OF LIGHT!"
As everyone stared, the light became more intense. It was hard to look at anything. Harry felt himself being lifted into the air.
WHO ARE YOU TO COMMAND THE GODS OF EGYPT? cried three great and terrible voices. Harry knew these to be the Egyptian God Cards.
"I AM LEO!" shouted Harry, refusing for his will to be bent. "I AM THE SON OF THE PHARAOH YOU SWORE TO PROTECT!"
WE SERVE ONLY THAT PHARAOH."BUT YOU WILL AID HIS SON!"
WE ONLY RESPOND TO THAT PHARAOH.
"YOU WILL HELP WHEN YOU HEAR HIS NAME!"
WE HAVE NOT HEARD THE NAME OF OUR PHARAOH.
Harry took a deep breath. This was it, this was what would save them all, or kill them all. He knew that the yamis, their hikaris, and their friends where counting on him. "His name," said Harry, "is Atemu."
There was a great and terrible roar. Harry was oblivious to it. He knew it to be a roar of triumph. The Gods had heard the name of their Pharaoh, of their king who they swore to aid and protect. They could finally combine and reach their full power.
3000 YEARS AGO WE WERE UNABLE TO DO WHAT WE ARE ABLE TO DO NOW, said the Gods.
Despite everything, Harry laughed. "HORAKHTI, CREATOR OF LIGHT, COME TO OUR AID!"
In a shower of light came the Creator of Light. Horakhti was a goddess, with golden wings and long hair; taller than any of the previous Egyptian gods, her crown and being was the essence of true light. She turned to the army of Shadow Monsters, who stared in fear and awe. Slowly she spread her arms and wings and light descended on the entire field. Everyone shielded their eyes, trying not to wince as the light even shone through their eyelids.
But slowly the light faded, and with their return to vision they saw that Voldemort's armies had retreated, and the Shadow Creatures were gone. Horakhti turned to the yamis, hikaris, and their friends.
"3000 thousand years I have waited," she said softly. Her voice was kind and gentle, and warmed them all. "For 3000 years I have slumbered, waiting for the Pharaoh to regain his ancient memories and call me forth. And yet it was not the regained memories of the Pharaoh who called me. It was the regained memories of his reincarnated son…"
The Creator of Light turned to look at Harry. Harry lowered his eyes, unable to stare at the golden light that was her. Her voice was soft when she spoke again, "Yes, it was this exceptional young man who called me from my ancient sleep to save you all… but I fear that this is not the last you have seen of me… for a greater evil rises, and when it has risen, I will be called again…" She turned to Yami. Unlike Harry, he stood his ground and stared into the light. Something in the back of his mind was nudging him…
"This time," she said, "it will be you, Pharaoh, to call me forth. Your son will not remember your name. When the time comes, the light inside of you will tell you whom you truly are. It is then that I will appear again, to help you save mankind."
The light inside of me will tell me who I am… thought Yami wonderingly. Slowly, he nodded. "Yes," he said simply.
Horakhti slowly blinked and then ascended into the heavens. Within moments she was gone, and they could survey the fields.
Without Voldemort's army, they were able to see the full extent of the damage. Chunks of stone from the castle lay scattered. The entrance to the Forbidden Forest lay strewn with torn-up trees. Hagrid's hut had been destroyed. The bodies of the students and teachers that had been hurt lay everywhere, with teachers attending them. Among them was a shadowy spirit.
"How could you, Mariku?" muttered Malik; despite himself, there were tears streaming down his face. "How could you betray us?"
Mariku looked up at the shadowy faces of the Pharaoh, the Tomb Robber, the faces of the Protector, of the former High Priest, of Harry, Joey, Arina, and Hikari, of Yugi, Ryou, and of his hikari.
"Voldemort… said that he… would kill you all… that he knew all about Harry… and of his full powers…" he murmured. "And I… didn't know how to stop him… so he said that… if I let him in… and helped him… you'd all be safe… but he lied… I'm sorry… Malik…"
His hand, which had been hovering away millimeters from Malik's face, fell; his body became momentarily solid, before disappearing.
Many of the students and teachers would have to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Ailments and Injuries, as they were wounded rather badly, but majority of those hurt were healed relatively quickly.
Except one.
Altáriël Daeron was deathly pale. Around her, were the professors, and the Marauders.
"Silverslayer…" muttered Ron, unable to say more.
"Altáriël… why you!" said Marie. She and Wendi were grasping their friend's hand.
Hermione gulped and buried her head into Ron. Yugi and Ryou looked on sadly; Joey, who was only related to her through Hikari, bit his lip; Ceribi and Arina touched the said cousin's shoulder gently. She was in Seto's arms, looking at her cousin with tears in her eyes. She slipped out of his arms and dropped next to her cousin.
"You were never meant to get hurt…" she whispered. "Why? Why did it have to be you!" She bit her lip as her tears came tumbling down her cheeks.
Altáriël smiled slightly. "I was once told by a very wise woman that I would know when my end was to come. When I woke up today, I knew that my time had come. The battle was my time to defend my friends. And I did so. I will pass with honor. Don't see my going as an end, but rather as a beginning."
"We're proud of you," said Yugi quietly. "You fought bravely. We saw you."
"We won't forget what you did, Altáriël," said Ryou.
Altáriël weakly gave a card to Hikari. "Don't cry. This… is my favorite. You know what to do with it." Harry saw the card; it was a seven-star monster called Seiyaryu.
Ceribi suddenly grabbed the Millennium Locket. She disconnected the Left Side from the Right and put it over Altáriël's neck. "I knew it. You are Myarra."
The Left Side of the Millennium Locket glowed. Altáriël's body started glowing too. Suddenly, a shadowy figure emerged out of the Locket and Altáriël's body. She looked very much like the seventeen-year-old, with tiger-like hair. She wore a robe like others from Ancient Egypt.
"Myarra," said Yami Bakura's shadowy form and Ceribi at the same time. Yami's spirit looked shocked.
Myarra's shadowy lips kissed Yami Bakura lightly, and then her sister. She turned to her brother, raised and eyebrow, and patted his cheek. Ceribi and Yami looked at each other, shocked; Myarra had always hated Yami. Did that mean that she had finally come to a truce with her younger brother?
Altáriël's spirit was waiting alongside her body. Myarra extended a hand to her reincarnation, who was, indeed, her hikari. They looked back and smiled at their friends and family. Altáriël waved cheerfully. They glowed, and were gone. When they looked back at Altáriël's body, they saw a smile on her dead lips, and the Left Side of the Millennium Locket gone.
-cries- This story is nearly done! Just one more chapter and then the epilogue! After that it will have a sequel! –cries again-
Altáriël: … you killed me.
Me: Oh, yeah. Sorry Yami, but it was part of the story…
Altáriël: … my hikari killed me. Great.
Me: Anywhoosle… oh yeah!
Author's Note: I'd like to thank The (once)Legendary Centurion, now Insane Writer of Chaos, for this chapter idea. I never knew about Horakhti (until that episode weeks ago… WHICH I MISSED! ARG!), but without his review, I would have never used that idea! Thank you so much, this chapter is solely dedicated to you! (Heh, and this is my favorite chapter, too.)