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Starry Night Dreams

Chapter 11

Winter's Setting In.

Time at Hogwarts flew by like nothing for Yugi and tachi. Things were definitely going well ... at least for the High Inquisitor and The Minister of Magic.

Although there were some things to brighten up the gangs prospects a little bit. For one thing the DA aka Dumbledore's Army was the name chosen for their private Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, was going rather well. Even Serenity was doing well; Harry was the perfect choice to teach the DA.

"Hheheh...stop it Bakura that tickles!" Serenity giggled as Yami Bakura chased her across the snow covered grounds. Malik narrowed his eyes at the pair. They were much closer, as if they had been friends for a long while. 'What exactly did happen between those two?' Malik thought to himself. / What? Jealous...hikari.../ A voice whispered vehemently in Malik's head. Malik ignored it. Something had definitely happen, Malik was sure. A lot had happened since his and Bakura's row not too long ago. Malik sighed remembering the fateful fight. Of course he and Bakura occasionally bickered but this had been an awful fight and witnessed by almost every Gryffindor.

Flashback.

Malik lay staring down at the crackling vermillion colours of the fire in front of him. He felt sick. He felt sick in his head, sick emotionally and sick physically. His life seemed to him to be an endless torture. A torture that would eventually lead to his demise. There were only so many times that he could beat back destiny after all. 'I wish I could think positively...I feel so...alone.' Malik's thoughts haunted him. /You're not alone...unfortunately for you.../ Malik groaned and grabbed his head. "Go away!" he whispered fiercely.

"You know, you're not hiding anything if that's what you're trying to do." Malik glanced up to see Yami Bakura standing with his hands crossed. "Go away!" Malik repeated the phrase, this time to Bakura. Bakura sighed," Malik I'm you're fr-friend," Yami Bakura choked out the word with a disgusted look," you can tell me if your Yami's bothering you!" Malik looked at him furiously. "Mind you're business tombrobber!" Malik spat out. "I just want to be alone, alright?" He said in a much gentler voice.

"C'mon Malik, don't give me that bull! Everyone's noticed, Yami, Serenity, Yugi, Ryou! Even Harry and they have noticed something's wrong. You can tell me." Bakura hissed.

Malik flared up. "So, you've been talking about me with everyone? With the pharaoh? You are not my friend Bakura! You have no friends, your friends died a long time ago, in Kul Elna! Shut up and leave me alone, you stupid graverobber!" Bakura glared at him, the look on his face would have made anyone drop in fear except for Malik. His lavender eyes were flashing with defiance and anger.

Yami Bakura dropped his gaze and laughed. " Fine then, I'll leave you and your beloved Yami to chat hikari pretty… no doubt you have a lot to discuss. For one thing you might want to get rid of that wench of a sister of yours and that slave you call brother! They'll keep you both back from murdering the pharaoh, I understand." He waved a casual hand at Malik.

Malik laughed bitterly. " Yeah, sure…" Malik swung his fist at Bakura. "What the-" Bakura hit the ground hard. "Now I'm mad." Yami Bakura wiped away a trickle of blood. He tripped Malik and jumped on him, pushing the chair Malik had been sitting on out of the way. Bakura punched Malik repeatedly in the face. " You guys stop it! Malik, Bakura!" Serenity cried.

The rest of the previously bustling common room stopped to take in the shocking spectacle in silence. "Stop this immediately!" Yami demanded. "This is not the time and definitely not the place for this!" Malik reached in his pocket for his millennium rod.

/Yami, please stop! We'll get expelled, please/ Ryou's voice pleaded with Yami Bakura.

/Be quiet/ Bakura shut their link off.

Malik unsheathed his rod and stabbed Bakura in his shoulder blades. Bakura jumped back in pain. Malik lunged at him again. Bakura sidestepped and kicked him hard in the gut.

"What is going on in here ?" Bakura and Malik glanced over at the entrance to the common room. There stood a fuming Professor McGongall. Everyone had been so enraptured in the fight that they hadn't notice her come in. "Ishtar, Bakura come with me now! And you Mutoh, you better come as well. God knows we'll need someone with some sense to explain what happened here!"

Malik stared at Bakura with hatred, his face almost entirely bruised and dripping blood. Bakura smirked cockily, his lip swollen and bleeding and his shirt almost covered in the blood dripping from his shoulder. "Start moving now before I lose it you two!" Professor McGongall shouted, her face red.

They walked silently down the corridor to the Headmaster's office. The only noise the clicking of Professor McGongall's heels against the floor. She was shaking with anger, her face still red and muttering incoherently under her breath. They reached the statue and she all but practically screamed out the password. They climbed onto the revolving staircase and she pounded angrily on Dumbledore's door not even waiting for an answer.

She threw open the door and stared angrily at the three boys. "In!"

The three boys marched in hurriedly not wanting to upset her further. Dumbledore looked up in surprise, taking in the two beaten boys and the ashen faced but proud looking pharaoh. Professor McGongall slammed the door shut, too furious to even begin explaining to Dumbledore the situation. "Lock the door please Minerva, we don't want any … er…interruptions, shall I say. Everyone knew what he meant.

There was a moment of silence before Professor McGongall exploded. "These boys…fighting in the common room …like a couple of muggle street children and to think with her in the school … three international wizards at a late age and with their …er…conditions, Albus…"

"Yes, yes , calm down Minerva. Pharaoh, kindly explain." Dumbledore had obviously noticed the difference between him and Yugi. That pleased him in a kind of way.

Yami cleared his throat. " Malik and Bakura would do a much better job at that. I'm lost myself. Malik…?" Yami glanced at him in concern. Malik was shaking and he was shaking his head as if in denial of something. " No, you won't win, leave me alone!"

" Mr.Ishtar?" Dumbledore raised a silver eyebrow.

"I want my sister, Ishizu and Rishid… it was a mistake coming here."Malik whispered hoarsely. " I'm sorry , I'll understand if you expel me." Malik stared at Bakura. " I'm sorry … Ryou but … Bakura … you're an idiot, I hope you know that. I'm sorry for what I said Yami Bakura. You're right … we are fr-friends." Malik choked out the word. Yami Bakura throwed back his head and laughed. " You're sorry? Whatever…I should be saying sorry…"

End of Flashback.

Needless to say, the Professors found out about Yami Malik and Malik's millennium rod. Bakura had acted strangely a bit after that but everything was basically back to normal between them. There was still a bit of tension between Ryou and Yami Bakura but they were getting along alright, for then at least. Malik's Yami wasn't acting up as much, Malik was trying his hardest to keep his temper intact but the whole of Hogwarts was treating him and Ryou like freaks. News had spread quickly about their peculiar fight, not to mention that Malik had been freaking out in public about things in his head. He knew now how Harry must feel.

"Hey." Harry came up and sat beside him. Malik smiled in acknowledgement. "Aren't you cold? It's pretty hot in Egypt, right?" Malik nodded. "Yeah it is…we won't see much of Kaguya out here in this weather." Harry laughed.

"Hey, think fast you guys!" Fred threw a snowball at Malik and Harry.

"Hey!" Harry laughed getting up with a fistful of snow and running after Fred. Malik sighed.

Yes it was very cold. Harry had no idea!

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