Summary: After Harry's fourth year, Dumbledore realizes that his blood protections won't work, and so sends him to live with his second cousin who happens to live in Japan, by the name of Ryou Bakura.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Sorry, there won't be any funny ones here.

A/N: I have never been to Japan. I have no idea what a Japanese airport would be like. Therefore, the airport Ryou, Bakura, and Harry land in is based off the ones here in New York. Also, if I'm talking from Harry's point of view, the yamis and hikaris will be sets of twins, 'cause that's how he sees them. Sorry for any confusion.

A/N 2: Again, about Japan from Harry's point of view: I will write out what people are speaking in Japanese around him, even if he can't understand it. You'll just have to remember that Harry doesn't speak Japanese and the Yugi-tachi doesn't speak English. Or Parseltongue. I don't know if I'll put that in yet, though.

"English" "-Japanese-" " Parseltongue " Thoughts "Telephone or other such communication device" (A/N)

Last Time:

"We're leaving."

The Death Eaters Apparated away.

When the swirling cocoon of shadows dissolved, to the astonishment of the Order members who'd gotten through the wall of Shadows (which had dissipated when the Shadows in the house had), Voldemort was nowhere to be seen.

Chapter 3: Meetings

"So, Ryou, where're the Yugi-tachi gonna meet us?" Bakura asked as he, Ryou, and Harry stood waiting for their luggage. They were speaking in English for Harry's benefit.

"Well, since I didn't know what time our flight would be getting in—oh, that's one of ours—I told Yugi we'd call him once we got settled in," Ryou replied, struggling to pull a massive suitcase off the conveyor belt. Bakura reached over, grabbed a handle, heaved it one-handed off the belt and onto the floor, and gave his twin an amused look.

"Still weak as ever, huh, hikari?"

Ryou gave him a pathetic excuse for a glare. "Shut up, Yami."

Once they'd gotten their luggage, Ryou flagged a taxi and they left for the apartment where the three of them would live for the summer. Once there, they helped Harry move his things into his new room.

That done, Ryou happily announced that he'd call Yugi so they could all meet Harry.

Bakura snorted. "They're probably all staring at the phone by now. Watch—you won't even hear it ring, and then you won't need to call anyone else 'cause they'll all be at the Game Shop."

"Shhh!" Ryou hissed, phone to his ear. He blinked. "-Oh, hello, Yugi. I'm sorry, I didn't hear it ring.-"

Bakura snorted again.

Harry gave him a baffled look. "What?"

"Didn't hear it ring. See? I was right."

Ryou gave him a Look. "-No, we're at my apartment now— Yes, all three of us. Harry's— Oh, is that—-" Ryou blinked. "-Yugi, slow down. I can't understand you.-"

Bakura snorted again. This time, Harry didn't ask.

"-…Alright, we'll be right over.-" He hung up the phone and looked up at them. "Apparently, everyone except Kaiba and Mokuba are at the Kame Game Shop, and we're to meet them there."

"See? I told you!" Bakura crowed.

Ryou glared at him. Really, he needed to work on his glares. They were pathetic. "Come on, Yami, Harry. Let's go. The Game Shop's not that far from here. We'll walk."

Harry looked between the two of them, bewildered. "Who are 'Kaiba' and 'Mokuba'?"

Ryou turned to him, surprised. "Oh, that's right, I forgot you wouldn't recognize them. Kaiba Seto and Kaiba Mokuba. They're brothers. Kaiba is CEO of Kaiba Corporation, which is the leading game company in Japan."

"Yeah, he practically owns Japan's economy, he's so rich," Bakura growled.

"So 'Kaiba' is their last name?" Harry asked helplessly.

"Yes. Here in Japan, we put our family names first. So I'm Bakura Ryou, and you're Potter Harry."

"Right." Harry was struggling to remember this.

Bakura shook his head in amusement. "Let's go."

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A bell tinkled as Bakura shoved open the door.

"-Hello, welcome to Kame Game Shop. Can I help you with something?-" someone asked from inside.

Bakura snorted. "-Yeah, Pharaoh. Go tell the rest of your posse we're here and we brought the English brat.-"

There was a startled pause. "-Tombrobber!-"

"-Well, who else would you expect me to be?-" Bakura retorted, smirking.

"Yami, get out of the way! You're blocking the door!" Ryou complained, pushing ineffectually at his brother.

Bakura looked behind him. "Oh. Right. Sorry." He stepped into the shop, letting Ryou and Harry see who'd spoken.

A short teen with spiky tricolored hair, red eyes, and a lot of black leather stood gaping at them from behind the counter of the small shop. His eyes immediately focused on Harry.

"-So this is him, huh?-" he asked.

Ryou nodded. "-Mm-hmm. He doesn't speak Japanese, though.-"

The boy blinked. "-Oh. Right. Forgot about that.-"

Bakura snorted.

The teen glared at him. Now he knew how to glare. "-Shut up, Tombrobber.-"

"-But I didn't say anything,-" Bakura retorted, grinning at him and showing off his fangs. The boy behind the counter growled.

Ryou stepped between them. "-Yami, is Yugi here?-"

The red-eyed teen blinked. "-Yeah, everyone's upstairs. Hold on, let me close up here.-"

"-Reduced to working in one of the smallest game shops around, huh, Pharaoh?-"

"-Yami, stop it.-"

Harry looked between the three of them. The red-eyed boy had come around the counter and was turning the sign on the front door around.

"Uh, Ryou? Help?"

Ryou smiled at him. "Everyone's upstairs. Come on, you'll like them."

Bakura snorted. "Provided they don't scare him out of the country first."

Ryou glared. "Yami…"

Harry laughed and shook his head. "After what I've been through? I don't think that's possible."

The teen with a seeming penchant for black leather and buckles had been watching them curiously, but, seeing a lull in the conversation, interjected. "-Come on. Let's go,-" he said, gesturing to the back room.

Ryou nodded happily and followed him up the stairs. Bakura and Harry trailed behind them.

When they got to the top of the stairs, the teen (whose name Harry still didn't know) called, "-Aibou, they're here!-"

There was a loud thump, a couple of yelps, and a "-Coming!-"

The door in front of them opened, revealing another teen with tricolored hair and a love of black leather. This boy, though, had wide purple eyes, a golden upside-down pyramid on a chain around his neck, and practically oozed innocence. A boy with blond hair and blue eyes was sitting on the bed in the room next to some cards, having obviously been playing before he was interrupted. A tall boy with dark hair gelled to a point and a brunette girl were standing by the bed. All three looked highly amused.

"-Hi Yami! Hi Ryou! Hi Bakura! C'mon in!-" the purple-eyed boy greeted them, confusing the heck out of Harry.

"Ryou?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yes, Harry?" Ryou answered.

"Why did he call the other boy 'Yami'? I thought that was your brother's name," Harry said as they were ushered into the room and sat down.

"It is. For both of them."

Harry stared.

Ryou smiled at him. "They have the same first name. That's one of the reasons Yami likes to be called Bakura."

Harry blinked. "Oh."

The purple-eyed teen clapped his hands. "-Alright! We're all here now! Time for introductions!-" He grinned blindingly at Harry. "-I'm Mutou Yugi.-"

"-Mutou Yami,-" the red-eyed teen at the desk put in.

"-Jounouchi Katsuya,-" came from the blond.

"-Honda Hiroto,-" the one with pointed hair said, grinning and giving Harry a thumbs up.

"-Mazaki Anzu,-" the girl concluded.

Harry stared. "Harry Potter," he contributed. "I'm never going to be able to remember all that."

Ryou laughed. "Don't worry, I'll help you."

Harry sent him a grateful look. "Thanks."

The blond—Jou-something, wasn't it?—blinked. "-Huh?-"

"-Oh, I just told Harry-kun I'd help him learn your names.-"

"-…Oh.-"

The dark-haired teen blinked. "-Isn't that his last name?-"

The girl smacked him on the head. "-Idiot. They say their names the other way in England.-"

He rubbed his head. "-Ow. Sorry.-"

Harry turned to Ryou. "I'm really sorry, but could you tell me their names again? I've forgotten them already…" He ducked his head sheepishly.

Ryou smiled. "Sure. That's Yami and Yugi—they're twins, just like me and Yami—that's Jou, that's Honda, and that's Anzu," he informed him, pointing them out.

"Right," Harry said, trying desperately to remember. "…Another set of twins? I didn't think they were that common…"

Bakura shrugged. "Eh, well, we just don't ask about that sort of stuff."

Harry missed the grateful look Ryou sent his darker twin.

"-So, Ryou, you'll translate for him?-" Yugi asked excitedly.

Ryou nodded. "-Mm-hmm.-"

Jou perked up. "-Great! Now we can ask him some questions!-"

The white-haired hikari laughed.

"-This isn't an interrogation, Jou!-" Anzu said, glaring at him.

The blond shrugged. "-So? I'm curious. Okay, first off—when's his birthday?-"

Ryou sighed and shook his head before turning to a befuddled Harry. "When's your birthday, Harry?"

The Boy-Who-Lived blinked. "July 31st. Uh, why?"

His cousin smiled. "They're curious. This is probably going to turn into an interrogation pretty soon."

Harry grinned. "I can deal with that. The Weasleys are the same way."

Bakura looked over while Ryou related the date to the others. "Weasleys? You mean the redheaded bunch?"

Harry nodded. "Yup. Fred and George are the Weasley twins."

Bakura's eyes gleamed. "Good to know."

Ryou slapped him on the arm. "Yami!"

Harry grinned happily. You know, I think I could learn to like it here, names notwithstanding… He blinked. "You know, Ryou, I don't think I know your birthday. When is it, anyway?"

"May 19th."

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IWA: Sorry about the rather abrupt ending. I wanted to post it before I forgot about it again. Anywho, questions, comments, WTF-moments? Review!