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. ...This is Would I be posting here if I did own them?

A/N: I have no idea what street names are like in Japan, so I made something up.

A/N 2: I'd forgotten that Ryou and Bakura had met the Weasleys at King's Cross until I'd almost finished the scene at number 12. (sweatdrops) Please forgive any weirdness that might result.

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

Last Time:

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."

Chapter 4: Consequences

Harry smiled when he heard Jou's triumphant exclamation from downstairs turn into a disappointed wail. Sounds like Yugi's beating the pants off Jou again, he thought, stuffing handfuls of underwear into a drawer.

Just then, there was a tap on the window. Harry looked up to see an owl at the window, a letter clutched in its beak.

"Huh. I wonder who'd be writing me now," he muttered, opening the window. The owl fluttered in and dropped the letter on the desk before flying out again.

Harry picked up the letter, immediately recognizing Dumbledore's flowing handwriting.

Mr. H. Potter

The third bedroom

Apartment 801

73 Sakura Street

Domino, Japan

The Boy-Who-Lived shrugged, opened the envelope, and read the letter.

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Yugi cheered as he once again won.

"-Aaargh!-" Jou wailed.

Anzu snickered. "-So, the score is what, now?-"

Honda smirked. "-Yugi, 241. Jou, 0.-"

Ryou looked worriedly toward the stairs. "-Has anyone seen Harry since he left to unpack?-" he asked.

"-Nope,-" Jou replied, gathering up his cards.

"-Sorry,-" Yugi responded. "-Play again?-"

The blond grinned. "-You bet! I'll beat you one of these days!-"

"-I'll go check on him,-" Bakura volunteered, already halfway up the stairs.

"-Thanks, Yami!-" Ryou called back.

Bakura didn't respond, just kept going. He poked his head into Harry's room.

The teen in question was standing by his desk, looking at a piece of… was that parchment? Wow. You don't see that that often these days.

"Harry?" he called.

When he didn't get a response, he shrugged, crossed the room, and closed the window, then picked up the envelope sitting on the desk, blinking at the odd address. Upon realizing the envelope (Which was also make of parchment. Ra, where did these people find this stuff?) was empty, he peered over Harry's shoulder at the letter.

"Dear Harry,

I regret to inform you that your Muggle relatives, the Dursleys, were killed earlier

today by Voldemort. I realize that this is terrible news, but I thought that you would

rather find out now than hear the news later from someone else.

Albus Dumbledore."

Bakura blinked. "Ouch," he whispered.

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Silence reigned at number 12 Grimmauld place. The residents had just been informed by a bone-white and shaking Tonks that Voldemort had attacked Privet Drive.

Ron, Hermione, and Sirius sat in shock. The remaining Weasleys and Remus exchanged horrified looks.

Just then, Snape flooed in, waking Sirius from his trance.

The convict leapt to his feet and grabbed the professor by the front of his robes.

"Where's Harry?" he demanded.

The Potions Master blinked at him. "What are you talking about?"

"Where is my godson?!"

Snape sighed, detaching Sirius' hands from his robes. "If this is about the attack on his relatives, stop yelling at me. He wasn't even there."

Sirius stared. "Huh?"

"If he wasn't with those Muggle relatives of his, then where is he?" Mrs. Weasley asked, wringing her hands.

Hermione started slightly. "Oh! Japan. Harry's in Japan."

Everyone turned to stare at her.

She looked around and cringed slightly under all the concerned and/or curious gazes.

"Harry told Ron and me on the train that he was going to stay with his second cousins in Japan for the summer. They picked him up from King's Cross."

Just then, the fire flared and Dumbledore stepped in.

Tonks jumped up, her hair now a rather frazzled red-orange. (IWA: Not that I have any idea how a color can be frazzled. (sweatdrop)) "Why didn't you tell me Harry was in Japan?!" she screamed at him.

Dumbledore blinked.

There was a pause.

"Lemon drop?"

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IWA: I figure that Dumbledore's instinctive reaction to that many furious glares is to revert to barmy-old-man mode. (sweatdrop) Hence the offering them lemon drops. Well, anyway, review? Please? (puppy eyes) Reviews make me remember that I have stories going and that I should probably write them sometime… And more than one per chapter would be nice….