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/Blah/ Yugi talking to Yami Yugi //Blah// Yami Yugi talking to Yugi
:Blah: Ryou talking to Yami Bakura ::Blah:: Yami Bakura talking to Ryou
*~*~*~*~*~*
"So this Voldemort person is after the Millennium Items?" Yugi asked. "And he's going to try to use them to control the world?"
"That's got to be the hundredth time someone has tried that!" said Malik.
Dumbledore turned to face him. Malik answered the unasked question.
"It's true. You won't believe how many people have tried to take all of the Millennium items and use them to 'rule the world.' But it doesn't even work. Most of the people don't even know how to use the items' power. Only few can control an item, and even so, they still won't know how to use the other items. I bet this weird Voldemort guy's going to get the items, and then realize that he doesn't know how to use them. Ha! That'd be a laugh!"
"Yes, and that's why you must come to Hogwarts. Until he discovers that fact, he will continue trying to acquire the Millennium items. You will be in grave danger if you don't come to Hogwarts, for Hogwarts is one of the safest places in the wizarding world. He will come after you, to get your items, and he might possibly injure others, too. We'll have to cast the Fidelius Charm on your homes, and your friends' homes. Once he discovers that you aren't there, he'll surely try to get your family and friends to get to you."
Seto said, "Wait, you said that he was after the Millennium Items, right? That means Yugi, Ryou, and Malik. What do Mokuba and I have to do with it?"
"Ah, that I cannot tell you right now. I will say this, though. You will also be in danger, once Voldemort realizes that he cannot use the Millennium Items to gain power over the world. He will go after you, instead. You will find out more as you stay at Hogwarts."
Seto thought about it. If he let Mokuba go, he would have to go, meaning leaving Kaiba Corporations for a good part of the year. But if they stayed here, it would mean putting Mokuba in danger. Add that last factor to his puppy dog eyes and the correct decision would be to go. Even if it meant going to a weird place he had never heard of. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he saw Seto's resistance snap.
"Fine, we'll attend this school of yours," he said. "But I'll have to check in on my company occasionally."
"That can be arranged," Dumbledore replied. "What about you three?"
"I believe this crap, and I'll go to this school," said Malik, shrugging. "It'll be a lot more interesting that hanging around here."
Meanwhile, Yami Bakura had been talking with Ryou.
:: If the Grave Keeper's going, then I am too. Say yes, Ryou!::
:Okay, okay, don't give me a headache about it. Sheesh, I was going to anyway...:
"Count me in." :See, 'Kura? Oh, just don't cause any trouble with Malik, 'kay?:
"Me, too," Yugi also said. /Yami! I was right! It does have to do with the Millennium Items! Um, Yami?/ His yami was asleep, and falling off his invisible bed thingy.
"Very well. Now that that's been settled, I must warn you, you must not tell anyone else where you are going. I have already cast a Memory Charm on Ms. Tea Gardener and Mr. Joseph Wheeler. They do not know anything about Hogwarts at the time. All they know is that Yugi and Malik were chosen to participate in an exchange program in America; Seto had to go do something for Kaiba Corp. and decided to take Mokuba with him; and Bakura was invited to visit his father and participate in an excavation for the whole year. I have already contacted your teachers and correspondents and made excuses. So, you may not tell anybody about the wizarding world. Is that understood?" There were nods from everyone.
"Good. Now, I'm sure you will fit in very nicely at Hogwarts. We will tell them that you are foreign students part of an exchange program. Let's see...Seto, Yugi, Ryou, and Malik will be joining the sixth years. You'll catch up soon. Most of the teachers have been notified and they will help you learn the bit that you missed. And Mokuba here will fit in very well with the first years. You'll be able to learn everything from the beginning. I have someone waiting for you in the lobby of Kaiba Corporations. You can't miss him. He will take you to buy your supplies. Your belongings will be transported afterwards. Then, you'll be staying at a wizarding inn for the rest of the month, until September 1st, where you will board the Hogwarts Express at Kings Cross. Here are your tickets. Good luck, and see you at Hogwarts! Remember, ask for Hagrid!" And with that, he disappeared with a small pop.
"How'd he do that?" Malik asked in wonder.
"I don't know, but I think we should go back down to the lobby," Yugi replied. He was now thoroughly convinced that he could trust Dumbledore no matter what. Yami had said that he felt a strong aura around him, and that he could be trusted.
They made their way back down to the lobby, where they saw an enormous man. He was at least twice as tall as a normal person. A wild mane of shaggy black hair was accompanied by an equally wild beard. He had a moleskin overcoat on and looked very out of place. In his hand was a battered pink umbrella. Several people were asking him questions and a couple of security guards were trying to get him to go out. That stupid secretary was in the middle of the crowd that was beginning to form. Muttering curses under his breath, Seto strode over to the crowd. Everybody backed away at the sight of him, and he soon got to the center.
"What is the meaning of this?" he asked icily.
"Mr. Kaiba! This man refuses to leave and won't tell us why he's here!" a security guard quickly said.
"I already told you, I'm supposed ter be waiting for five people!" the giant of a man protested.
Seto suddenly remembered Dumbledore's words. "Are you Hagrid?" he asked.
"Yep. Yer one of the people I'm supposed to be taking to Diagon Alley, aren't you?"
Wondering what in the world Diagon Alley was, he replied, "Yes, I am. You may wait there." He waved his hand at where the others were standing. Then he turned to the security guards and the stupid secretary. "Let's see here. Security may go. Who was responsible for trying to get rid of this person?" he asked softly. Just as he thought. Expecting praise for their "good deed", his stupid lobby secretary and a few other people raised their hands, even though they were all at least 10 years older than him. "Okay...hmm..." He was still using his dangerously soft voice.
Back with Hagrid, Yugi, Ryou, and Malik, Mokuba whispered, "Uh oh, they're in trouble. That's the voice that he uses when he's about to- yeah, look." He began to count backwards silently. Ten, nine, eight...
Seto studied all of the people that had raised their hands. There were nine of them. Perfect. He detonated. "The nine of you, you're fired! I expect your offices to be cleaned out by the end of the week! Never let me see you in here again! Everyone else, get back to work or expect a cut in your salaries!" He turned and strode towards the group, still standing in front of his personal elevator. He felt...considerably happier. They were all goggling at him, except for Mokuba.
Seto turned to Hagrid, a questioning look in his eyes.
"Oh, yeah. Forgot to introduce meself," he said sheepishly. "Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts, and also yer Care of Magical Creatures teacher, if you decide to take it, o' course. But call me Hagrid, everyone does."
"I'm Yugi Motou."
"Ryou Bakura."
"Malik Ishtar."
"I'm Mokuba Kaiba and this is my brother Seto."
"Er, right. I'm supposed to take you to London to get yer school supplies. Anyway, let's go outside. And sorry about that," he added, jabbing his thumb back at the lobby, as they made their way to the limo.
Hagrid seemed pretty impressed with the limo. "I'll let you get some money to exchange. Then we'll go to London an' get your supplies. Whose house are we stopping at first?" Sighing, Seto typed something onto his laptop and pressed another button. A second screen came down, and on it was a list.
Yugi Motou Ryou Bakura Malik Ishtar Kaiba Estate
He pressed yet another button, and said, "Go to the following people's houses and stop at the Kaiba Estate last." The list had probably been sent to the front.
"Yes sir," came the reply of the driver.
He began to type away on his laptop again. The others were playing videogames again.
The limo came to a stop in front of the Game Shop. They decided to wait inside the car for Yugi. Several minutes later he was out and waving good- bye to his grandfather.
"I explained everything really fast. He thought that the whole thing sounded exciting. And he understands about not telling anyone."
They proceeded to go to Ryou's house. He was faster than Yugi, and came out with a small knapsack.
"I left a note for my father just in case he came back and forgot where I went."
Malik took longer than any of them. Finally, he came out, rubbing his backside.
"It's my sister's way of saying good-bye," he said sourly.
All of the houses had been located in the middle of the city. Now they were entering what looked like more rural areas. They came to a stop at a magnificent set of gates.
A cool female voice said, "Identification?"
"Seto Kaiba," Seto said.
"Voice identified. Please proceed Seto Kaiba." The gates opened, and they were going up a very long driveway, around a fountain, and stopping in front of a gigantic mansion.
Seto went inside and came out two minutes later, pocketing something.
"Right," grunted Hagrid. He started rummaging around in his many coat pockets, finally pulling out what looked like an old rubber tire. "This," he held the tire up, "is a Portkey. It'll take us to London in less than a minute. Now all you have to do is touch it-just one finger will do-" He looked around. "Everyone set? Get ready, then. One...two...three."
It happened immediately: Yugi felt as though a hook just behind his navel had been suddenly jerked irresistibly forward. His feet left the ground; he turned and saw Ryou on his left and Malik on his right; they were all speeding forward in a howl of wind and swirling color; his forefinger was stuck to the tire as though it was pulling him magnetically onward and then- " His feet slammed into the ground; Malik staggered into him and he fell over; the Portkey hit the ground near his head with a heavy thud. Yugi looked up. Seto, Mokuba, and Hagrid were still standing, though looking very windswept (except for Seto); everyone else was on the ground.
"Ow...what was that all about?" he heard Malik groan from somewhere beside him.
"I don't know," he answered truthfully. He stood up, dusting himself off.
They looked around for the first time. They had arrived in an alleyway.
"Are we really in London?" asked Ryou.
"Yep. We'd better get going, too. You can check in at the inn and then get yer stuff. Come on, follow me." They followed him down a busy street. "This is it," said Hagrid, coming to a halt, "the Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."
It was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. If Hagrid hadn't pointed it out, they wouldn't even have noticed it was there. The people hurrying by didn't glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big bookshop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all. In fact, Yugi had the most peculiar feeling that only they could see it. Before he could mention this, Hagrid had strode inside. They followed.
For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they waved and smiled at him, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying, "The usual, Hagrid?"
"Can't Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," said Hagrid, stepping sideways to reveal Yugi, Ryou, Malik, Seto, and Mokuba.
"Ah, yes. The students that are going to be staying here until term starts?" With a nod from all of them, he said, "Your luggage has already arrived and has been taken to your rooms. I'm guessing you'll want to be shopping for your school supplies? Go on, then, and have fun!"
They dropped all of their things on the spot and Hagrid led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trashcan and a few weeds. He started counting the bricks in the wall above the trashcan. "Three up...two across..." he muttered. "Right, stand back."
He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella. To their amazement, the brick he had touched quivered-it wriggled-in the middle, a small hole appeared-it grew wider and wider-a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.
"Welcome," said Hagrid, "to Diagon Alley."
*~*~*~*~*~*
I know a lot of people didn't like how I copied the same descriptions, but I was too lazy to change them. Check in a couple of months and I might have added my own descriptions.
Until then, sorry!
Don't forget, suggestions are ALWAYS welcome.
Thanks, t.a.g.0, for your help in pointing out many mistakes that I wouldn't have noticed in a million lifetimes!
/Blah/ Yugi talking to Yami Yugi //Blah// Yami Yugi talking to Yugi
:Blah: Ryou talking to Yami Bakura ::Blah:: Yami Bakura talking to Ryou
*~*~*~*~*~*
"So this Voldemort person is after the Millennium Items?" Yugi asked. "And he's going to try to use them to control the world?"
"That's got to be the hundredth time someone has tried that!" said Malik.
Dumbledore turned to face him. Malik answered the unasked question.
"It's true. You won't believe how many people have tried to take all of the Millennium items and use them to 'rule the world.' But it doesn't even work. Most of the people don't even know how to use the items' power. Only few can control an item, and even so, they still won't know how to use the other items. I bet this weird Voldemort guy's going to get the items, and then realize that he doesn't know how to use them. Ha! That'd be a laugh!"
"Yes, and that's why you must come to Hogwarts. Until he discovers that fact, he will continue trying to acquire the Millennium items. You will be in grave danger if you don't come to Hogwarts, for Hogwarts is one of the safest places in the wizarding world. He will come after you, to get your items, and he might possibly injure others, too. We'll have to cast the Fidelius Charm on your homes, and your friends' homes. Once he discovers that you aren't there, he'll surely try to get your family and friends to get to you."
Seto said, "Wait, you said that he was after the Millennium Items, right? That means Yugi, Ryou, and Malik. What do Mokuba and I have to do with it?"
"Ah, that I cannot tell you right now. I will say this, though. You will also be in danger, once Voldemort realizes that he cannot use the Millennium Items to gain power over the world. He will go after you, instead. You will find out more as you stay at Hogwarts."
Seto thought about it. If he let Mokuba go, he would have to go, meaning leaving Kaiba Corporations for a good part of the year. But if they stayed here, it would mean putting Mokuba in danger. Add that last factor to his puppy dog eyes and the correct decision would be to go. Even if it meant going to a weird place he had never heard of. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he saw Seto's resistance snap.
"Fine, we'll attend this school of yours," he said. "But I'll have to check in on my company occasionally."
"That can be arranged," Dumbledore replied. "What about you three?"
"I believe this crap, and I'll go to this school," said Malik, shrugging. "It'll be a lot more interesting that hanging around here."
Meanwhile, Yami Bakura had been talking with Ryou.
:: If the Grave Keeper's going, then I am too. Say yes, Ryou!::
:Okay, okay, don't give me a headache about it. Sheesh, I was going to anyway...:
"Count me in." :See, 'Kura? Oh, just don't cause any trouble with Malik, 'kay?:
"Me, too," Yugi also said. /Yami! I was right! It does have to do with the Millennium Items! Um, Yami?/ His yami was asleep, and falling off his invisible bed thingy.
"Very well. Now that that's been settled, I must warn you, you must not tell anyone else where you are going. I have already cast a Memory Charm on Ms. Tea Gardener and Mr. Joseph Wheeler. They do not know anything about Hogwarts at the time. All they know is that Yugi and Malik were chosen to participate in an exchange program in America; Seto had to go do something for Kaiba Corp. and decided to take Mokuba with him; and Bakura was invited to visit his father and participate in an excavation for the whole year. I have already contacted your teachers and correspondents and made excuses. So, you may not tell anybody about the wizarding world. Is that understood?" There were nods from everyone.
"Good. Now, I'm sure you will fit in very nicely at Hogwarts. We will tell them that you are foreign students part of an exchange program. Let's see...Seto, Yugi, Ryou, and Malik will be joining the sixth years. You'll catch up soon. Most of the teachers have been notified and they will help you learn the bit that you missed. And Mokuba here will fit in very well with the first years. You'll be able to learn everything from the beginning. I have someone waiting for you in the lobby of Kaiba Corporations. You can't miss him. He will take you to buy your supplies. Your belongings will be transported afterwards. Then, you'll be staying at a wizarding inn for the rest of the month, until September 1st, where you will board the Hogwarts Express at Kings Cross. Here are your tickets. Good luck, and see you at Hogwarts! Remember, ask for Hagrid!" And with that, he disappeared with a small pop.
"How'd he do that?" Malik asked in wonder.
"I don't know, but I think we should go back down to the lobby," Yugi replied. He was now thoroughly convinced that he could trust Dumbledore no matter what. Yami had said that he felt a strong aura around him, and that he could be trusted.
They made their way back down to the lobby, where they saw an enormous man. He was at least twice as tall as a normal person. A wild mane of shaggy black hair was accompanied by an equally wild beard. He had a moleskin overcoat on and looked very out of place. In his hand was a battered pink umbrella. Several people were asking him questions and a couple of security guards were trying to get him to go out. That stupid secretary was in the middle of the crowd that was beginning to form. Muttering curses under his breath, Seto strode over to the crowd. Everybody backed away at the sight of him, and he soon got to the center.
"What is the meaning of this?" he asked icily.
"Mr. Kaiba! This man refuses to leave and won't tell us why he's here!" a security guard quickly said.
"I already told you, I'm supposed ter be waiting for five people!" the giant of a man protested.
Seto suddenly remembered Dumbledore's words. "Are you Hagrid?" he asked.
"Yep. Yer one of the people I'm supposed to be taking to Diagon Alley, aren't you?"
Wondering what in the world Diagon Alley was, he replied, "Yes, I am. You may wait there." He waved his hand at where the others were standing. Then he turned to the security guards and the stupid secretary. "Let's see here. Security may go. Who was responsible for trying to get rid of this person?" he asked softly. Just as he thought. Expecting praise for their "good deed", his stupid lobby secretary and a few other people raised their hands, even though they were all at least 10 years older than him. "Okay...hmm..." He was still using his dangerously soft voice.
Back with Hagrid, Yugi, Ryou, and Malik, Mokuba whispered, "Uh oh, they're in trouble. That's the voice that he uses when he's about to- yeah, look." He began to count backwards silently. Ten, nine, eight...
Seto studied all of the people that had raised their hands. There were nine of them. Perfect. He detonated. "The nine of you, you're fired! I expect your offices to be cleaned out by the end of the week! Never let me see you in here again! Everyone else, get back to work or expect a cut in your salaries!" He turned and strode towards the group, still standing in front of his personal elevator. He felt...considerably happier. They were all goggling at him, except for Mokuba.
Seto turned to Hagrid, a questioning look in his eyes.
"Oh, yeah. Forgot to introduce meself," he said sheepishly. "Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts, and also yer Care of Magical Creatures teacher, if you decide to take it, o' course. But call me Hagrid, everyone does."
"I'm Yugi Motou."
"Ryou Bakura."
"Malik Ishtar."
"I'm Mokuba Kaiba and this is my brother Seto."
"Er, right. I'm supposed to take you to London to get yer school supplies. Anyway, let's go outside. And sorry about that," he added, jabbing his thumb back at the lobby, as they made their way to the limo.
Hagrid seemed pretty impressed with the limo. "I'll let you get some money to exchange. Then we'll go to London an' get your supplies. Whose house are we stopping at first?" Sighing, Seto typed something onto his laptop and pressed another button. A second screen came down, and on it was a list.
Yugi Motou Ryou Bakura Malik Ishtar Kaiba Estate
He pressed yet another button, and said, "Go to the following people's houses and stop at the Kaiba Estate last." The list had probably been sent to the front.
"Yes sir," came the reply of the driver.
He began to type away on his laptop again. The others were playing videogames again.
The limo came to a stop in front of the Game Shop. They decided to wait inside the car for Yugi. Several minutes later he was out and waving good- bye to his grandfather.
"I explained everything really fast. He thought that the whole thing sounded exciting. And he understands about not telling anyone."
They proceeded to go to Ryou's house. He was faster than Yugi, and came out with a small knapsack.
"I left a note for my father just in case he came back and forgot where I went."
Malik took longer than any of them. Finally, he came out, rubbing his backside.
"It's my sister's way of saying good-bye," he said sourly.
All of the houses had been located in the middle of the city. Now they were entering what looked like more rural areas. They came to a stop at a magnificent set of gates.
A cool female voice said, "Identification?"
"Seto Kaiba," Seto said.
"Voice identified. Please proceed Seto Kaiba." The gates opened, and they were going up a very long driveway, around a fountain, and stopping in front of a gigantic mansion.
Seto went inside and came out two minutes later, pocketing something.
"Right," grunted Hagrid. He started rummaging around in his many coat pockets, finally pulling out what looked like an old rubber tire. "This," he held the tire up, "is a Portkey. It'll take us to London in less than a minute. Now all you have to do is touch it-just one finger will do-" He looked around. "Everyone set? Get ready, then. One...two...three."
It happened immediately: Yugi felt as though a hook just behind his navel had been suddenly jerked irresistibly forward. His feet left the ground; he turned and saw Ryou on his left and Malik on his right; they were all speeding forward in a howl of wind and swirling color; his forefinger was stuck to the tire as though it was pulling him magnetically onward and then- " His feet slammed into the ground; Malik staggered into him and he fell over; the Portkey hit the ground near his head with a heavy thud. Yugi looked up. Seto, Mokuba, and Hagrid were still standing, though looking very windswept (except for Seto); everyone else was on the ground.
"Ow...what was that all about?" he heard Malik groan from somewhere beside him.
"I don't know," he answered truthfully. He stood up, dusting himself off.
They looked around for the first time. They had arrived in an alleyway.
"Are we really in London?" asked Ryou.
"Yep. We'd better get going, too. You can check in at the inn and then get yer stuff. Come on, follow me." They followed him down a busy street. "This is it," said Hagrid, coming to a halt, "the Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."
It was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. If Hagrid hadn't pointed it out, they wouldn't even have noticed it was there. The people hurrying by didn't glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big bookshop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all. In fact, Yugi had the most peculiar feeling that only they could see it. Before he could mention this, Hagrid had strode inside. They followed.
For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they waved and smiled at him, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying, "The usual, Hagrid?"
"Can't Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," said Hagrid, stepping sideways to reveal Yugi, Ryou, Malik, Seto, and Mokuba.
"Ah, yes. The students that are going to be staying here until term starts?" With a nod from all of them, he said, "Your luggage has already arrived and has been taken to your rooms. I'm guessing you'll want to be shopping for your school supplies? Go on, then, and have fun!"
They dropped all of their things on the spot and Hagrid led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trashcan and a few weeds. He started counting the bricks in the wall above the trashcan. "Three up...two across..." he muttered. "Right, stand back."
He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella. To their amazement, the brick he had touched quivered-it wriggled-in the middle, a small hole appeared-it grew wider and wider-a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.
"Welcome," said Hagrid, "to Diagon Alley."
*~*~*~*~*~*
I know a lot of people didn't like how I copied the same descriptions, but I was too lazy to change them. Check in a couple of months and I might have added my own descriptions.
Until then, sorry!
Don't forget, suggestions are ALWAYS welcome.
Thanks, t.a.g.0, for your help in pointing out many mistakes that I wouldn't have noticed in a million lifetimes!