A/N:I'm surprised with the reaction to this fic. I guess it's because this is a Yuugiou/HP crossover? Sure, I'll go with that. Either way, thanks for all the support, folks. =)

This chapter has been written for a few MONTHS. xDD Shows how much I pre-write before I post, I guess.

Disclaimer:I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh (Yuugiou) or Harry Potter.

Divided in the Darkness, United in the Light

Author: Feni

Beta'd by Ahny (Coffee Cat)

Chapter 1: Shote (Beginning)

"I miss him."

The breeze fluttered past a small figure huddled over the sandbox in Central Park. If one didn't know better, one would have mistaken the eighteen-year-old boy for a middle school student. (His short stature didn't help him convince the adults that he, in fact, wasn't twelve.) Once someone spotted his tall, tri-colored hair, one would immediately know it was the King of Games himself, Yuugi Motou. This could explain why the teen wore a dark gray hoodie and ripped jeans.

With a sigh, the boy stood up, and a bucket rose with him. Yuugi's sleek new sneakers left a trail of sand grains behind them as their owner padded over to a nearby pond. Here he dipped the toy into the water and gathered the babbling liquid. The cold sting of the water didn't seem to change the sullen expression marring his face, though. Moving as if inside a trance, the Japanese boy walked back to his playpen.

Only those with acute hearing noticed the splash when the bucket was dropped unceremoniously into the sandbox. The bucket lay against a corner, forgotten, as Yuugi began to sculpt. It was amazing how a blob of wet sand could become a figurine in a matter of minutes. Every piece was carved as if it were a part of Yuugi's own family. Once the boy was satisfied, pale hands situated the final figure. A hint of a smile grew on Yuugi's face at the accomplishment, and he took a step back out of the sand to admire his creation. In front of him sat a replica of Ancient Egypt. Every corner formed a ninety degree angle, and each curve of a face was shaped to a perfect circle.

However, there was one feature which kept Yuugi's attention. Far in the back of the sandbox sat a great structure, colonnades and magnificent gardens surrounding each side. And he who sat on the highest balcony was the one upon whom deep amethyst irises were fixed. The figurine held up his right arm as the people below him cheered. Anyone could see the detail that was put into the person, from the folds of his tunic to the individual lines on his chestpiece. The eye of Wdjat sat proudly on the winged crown.

"Mister?" Yuugi turned to his left to see a young boy pointing at his work. "Why doesn't the king have a face?" The teenager paused for a few moments before placing a hand on the boy's mousy hair.

"Because no matter how much I try, I wouldn't do the original owner any justice." Yuugi walked away, leaving a confused boy and the sand diorama behind.

That night, a Northeaster befell the city. New York underwent the procedures for a State of Emergency due to all of the flooding, since so much was destroyed by the waves rushing through the streets. Unfortunately, the sandbox was one of those structures. All that was left was a pile of rubble, as all of the sand had washed away.

Yuugi never came back to that place in Central Park.

BRRRRING!

A groan.

BRRRRRRING!

Yuugi resisted the urge to chuck his alarm clock across the room. Blurry eyes read the numbers on the machine. At the hazy recognition of what time it was, the teen buried his head back under his pillow. It was Sunday, for goodness' sake! Why on earth would it have gone off?

Just dance ,gonna be okay, dadadoodoo; just dance, spin that record babe…

The boy slammed his hand on his bedside table and scoured for his phone. "Ohayou, (Good Morning) Anzu," was mumbled over the receiver when the wandering hand found the phone.

"Good morning? Have you even seen the damage done outside from that storm last night?" Yuugi blinked at the panicked tone of his friend.

"Wait, there was a storm last night?"

"You had me worried sick. I swear, next time you pull a stunt like that, I'm going to punch you!" At the lack of response from Yuugi, Anzu released an exasperated sigh. "Don't stay out that late again,okay? What if you were caught out in that storm! You might have died, Mr. Motou! What do you have to say for that?" Again Yuugi's silence was the only answer Anzu received. "Honestly. You're lucky I can't come over there right this instant. Do me a favor and take a look at everything for yourself, all right? I'll talk to you again later, Yuugi. Bye!" Yuugi placed his iPhone down on his bedside counter a tad gentler than before. At least now he was awake, right? The boy rolled out of bed and walked over to one of the large windows of his apartment. One tug sent the curtain flying.

Water. That's all Yuugi could see. The first floor of all the buildings was completely submerged beneath water. The teen was silently thanking the gods for it, as Anzu would have chopped off his head if she were able to get out of her apartment across the street.

A trill brought the boy out of his musings. "Wait, what?" Yuugi asked himself. "I must be hearing things." He went to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal for breakfast. What he wasn't expecting was a red-tailed hawk perched on one of his dining room chairs. The Japanese boy took a step to the left, but the hawk's eyes followed him. A step to the right provided the same results. "How on earth did you get in here? I didn't leave open my windows again, did I?"

Surprisingly enough, the creature turned its head from side to side. It held out one leg, upon which a letter was attached. Yuugi hesitantly took a step forward. The owl hooted in what Yuugi guessed was impatience before leaping off the back of the chair onto the human's shoulder. He yelped before untying the message around the bird's leg; those talons hurt!

Mr. Y. Motou

Apartment on the Eighth Floor

23 3rd Street

Manhattan, New York

"What a weird address." The hawk screeched again, and Yuugi winced. "Okay, okay." He flipped the envelope over and ogled at the ink and the wax seal. No one used those anymore, right? The boy carefully removed the seal with the tip of his nail and pulled out three pieces of… parchment? He unfolded all of them and sat down at the dining table to read them. By this time, the hawk turned its attention to Yuugi's gravity-defying hair.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Severus Snape

Dear Mr. Motou,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted

at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find

enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours Sincerely.

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Yuugi blanched. There was a school for the magical arts? So the Millennium items weren't the only source of magic in the universe? If so was there some way to… No, it wasn't possible, right? "I can't keep my hopes up, right? Even you said that 'no magic can bring back the dead,' but I can't help this bubbly feeling in my chest. How long as it been?" Yuugi turned to look at the calendar hanging off his fridge door.

It had already been a year, to the day, since the pharaoh had gone back to the afterlife, leaving Yuugi to his 'own story.' Ever since that day, Yuugi never felt the same. Japan just brought back too many memories. That's why he took up Kaiba's job offer in America; plus, he was able to learn a bit from Anzu about the new environment. Yuugi's eyes shifted to a studded belt with an attached card case lying at the other end of the table. Of all the things to give up, Duel Monsters was not one of them. Yuugi had a feeling that his Other Self wouldn't be too happy about that.

"Ow!" The hawk had nipped the tip of his ear. At the sudden noise it jumped onto the wooden table. Yuugi glared, but it lightened because the animal looked apologetic. It motioned to the letter again and flapped its wings. The first paper slipped to the edge of the table. Yuugi picked up the other two and saw they were lists of equipment. "Three sets of plain work robes? Dragon hide gloves? Where in the world will I get all of this stuff? But wait a minute…"

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

Beneath the crossed-out line lay a line of fluent calligraphy.

This Red-Tailed Hawk shall more than suffice. May he guide you well.

I wish you luck on your new journey, Aibou.

Yuugi read the line out once more. "A-aibou? It… it can't be…" The boy began to shake, and he wearily buried his head in his arms. Only one person ever called him by that name. "Atem's… d-dead," Yuugi whispered. The words were said as if they were a prayer, and no human would be able to understand. A sharp tug at his hair brought the human's head back up. Yuugi raised watery eyes to meet the sharp ones of the bird. He (the bird) trilled softly this time, nudging his head against Yuugi's.

"You're telling me not to dwell on him either?" The bird nodded and gestured to the letter. "I really do wish you could talk so I could find out who sent you here." The bird ruffled its feathers, frustrated at the fact also. Yuugi wiped his eyes with the backs of his hands before he continued. "Do you have a name, at least?" A negative. "How about Horus? Does that sound all right?" The bird spread its wings and cawed in what Yuugi assumed as a positive.

"Well then, Horus, we've got a lot of work to do."