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Just so nobody gets confused… Marik is good and Malik is his Yami. (Malik seems like a darker name to me.)

Harry Potter sat in his room trying to decide if he could do his homework tonight or not. His aunt and uncle were having the neighbors over for some big neighborhood get together, thing. He was supposed to stay in his room, but if they saw any light coming from it, he was afraid of what would happen. He turned to the bird cage in the corner of his room, "What do you think, Hedwig, should I try it?" She hooted as if to say, 'It's your life, not mine.' Harry shrugged; he didn't really expect an answer. Hedwig was just a bird, after all.

At that moment, he heard the door open, and the voices of people filing in. He waited about a minute, so he was sure that they wouldn't just randomly come up and check on him. (He knew that when enough people were there, the Dursleys would stay downstairs.) He then went to the loose floor board, and got out some of his books, a quill, and inkwell. He got a good hour-and-a-half to two hours worth of homework done, before he could tell that people were leaving. He put his stuff away, so he wouldn't get caught.

◊It was all dark… like shadows, but with a purplish hue, it was weird. Harry couldn't see a thing. He heard what he thought were shouts, but he couldn't figure out what the people were saying. He walked towards the sounds, and saw two teens. A whitish/silveryish haired one and a tricolor haired one. He couldn't understand what they were saying, as it was a different language. He thought maybe Japanese, but he wasn't sure. Harry stood watching them for a minute more, before the first teen disappeared. Harry gasped, while the other teen started looking around wildly for what Harry guessed was the other person. That teen also started shouting and staring at the place the other one was… as if waiting for him to comeback. Harry left, he couldn't take it anymore. He walked for a minute or two then stopped, because except for the fact that he couldn't see the other person anywhere, it looked like he was going nowhere. He was contemplating what to do when he saw the white-haired kid in front of him. The kid looked at him and said something in the other language, when Harry didn't respond; he tried a couple other languages, when Harry still didn't respond the other kid was getting angry, "How about English, do you speak that by any chance?" "Yeah, I speak English." "Good, how did you get here?" "I have no idea, I just did." "All right, all right," he said to know one in particular, "I'll ask him already." "Are you a wizard?" "Actually, yes I am, why?" "Do you know a man named Albus Dumbledore?" "Yeah." "The shadows would like you to tell this person to visit us in Japan. And by us, I mean, to go to the house of Marik Ishtar; that's what the shadows want him to know, at least." "Okay, I'll tell him."◊

Harry woke up, I have to tell Dumbledore, he thought. He grabbed a piece of parchment, wrote a note to the headmaster (Headmaster Dumbledore, I need to talk to you about a dream I had. Harry Potter), and sent it off with Hedwig. [AN: Harry didn't recognize the two of them, because it just didn't register in his head.]

**The Next Morning**

Harry Potter felt like the most board person on Earth. He was sitting on one of the swings at the park, shuffling his deck, picking out random and shorting them; then doing it again. It was his Duel Mosters deck. He had those cards since he was 8. He had made a small deck from the discarded cards of Dudley and his friends. The cards felt like family to him, but he did want a real family. The Dursleys were his only living relative he was told, he knew that. He just really wanted someone else.

As far as he knew, he was the only one at Hogwarts who wasn't muggleborn, that had a deck. He had stolen some magazines from Dudley that were about the greatest duelists in the world. He found it kind of odd that all four of the greatest duelists came from Japan. Then again, didn't it originate there or something like that? Harry though it had, but he wasn't quite sure. They were, in order: Yugi Muto, Ryou Bakura, Seto Kaiba, and Marik Ishtar.

He had seen duels between Dudley and his friends, and a few other kids, supposedly from Dudley's school; but he had never been in a duel himself. He hoped to somehow become as good as the greatest, but he wasn't exactly sure how to do that. Maybe he could ask Hermione if she, or any of her friends, had a deck and duel them. It was the best idea he could come up with.

He loved his cards, when he was alone on the swings (like right now), or alone in his room, he would sometimes talk to his cards… they never talked back, though. He was thankful that he got the rest of his homework done last night, because he probably wouldn't have any other time to do it. He would sometimes explain things to Hedwig and his cards, when he did his homework. He knew that they would never talk back, but at least he could talk to something about Hogwarts, even if it was just a bird and a bunch of cards.

Even though Harry was board, he was really excited... in three weeks, he would go back to Hogwarts. He couldn't wait to see his friends again! He leaned against a tree, about to fall asleep, when he saw Dumbledore.

Harry jumped up and walked over to him, "Hello Dumbledore."

"Hello, Harry. You said in your note that you wanted to see me?"

"Yes sir." Harry then told Dumbledore about what the kid said in his dream, he did try and tell him about the first part, but he found that he couldn't explain it very well.

Dumbledore decided that he would go and try to find these young men, and "Thank you, Harry."

"You're welcome, sir."

**In Japan**

After Yugi had finally woken up, Yami told him about the dream, and Yugi decided that they should tell the others. [AN: I will use Bakura as the Yami, and Ryou as the Hikari. Plus, none of the Yamis have their own body.] Yami had agreed, but only if he could have the body and Yugi would be in spirit form. Yugi agreed to it, just so they could go over there… there was no telling what Yami would do if Bakura and Malik were in control also.

So, Yami, Ryou, and Marik were sitting on chairs at Marik's house; while Yugi, Bakura, and Malik were standing by their other half in spirit form. They were discussing what they thought the dream could mean, or if they thought it had any meaning at all. They were discussing it all the way until Ryou asked if they wanted pizza, they said yes, so Ryou went out and got some.

While they were eating the pizza, the talk switched to Duel Monsters, and the fact that Kaiba hadn't had a tournament for a while. "You know, you want to guess when Kaiba's going to put out information for another tournament?" Yugi asked. Ryou answered him, "Probably when we least expect it, like usual." "Yeah, good point." They ended up talking about their decks/cards, like usual.

Later on while they were talking, there came a knock at the door. All six people looked at each other, Bakura and Malik disappeared into their respective items, while Yugi and Yami switched places, and Yami disappeared into the puzzle. Ryou then went opened the door, Yugi and Marik were right behind him. Outside the door, stood an old man, in what looked sort of like nice business clothes, but they didn't really fit him. "Hello, is this the house of one Marik Ishtar?"

Marik stepped forward, "Yeah, I'm Marik Ishtar, what do you want?"

"Well, a young man that I know had a dream that I was too come here and get you."

"And who would this young man be?"

Dumbledore held out a picture, "Harry Potter."

"Aibou, does that look like one of the pictures that Grandpa has on his dresser?" [AN: Aibou means 'partner' in Japanese.]

"You know what, Yami, it does. I'll be right back, guys." Yugi rushed across the street to their house, which is right by the shop, he went into Grandpa's room, and looked at his dresser. He looks at the pictures, and finds one of the kid that the old man has. Yugi grabs it off of his grandpa's dresser, and rushes downstairs to go back to Marik's place, but his grandpa stops him.

"Yugi, what are you doing with a picture from my dresser, I thought I told you that those are mine, and to not touch them?"

"You did tell me that. I just have to let the others (Grandpa knows that he's talking about the other Hikaris and Yamis) see this picture, someone might have seen him. Who is he anyway, Grandpa?"

"His name is Harry Potter, he's your cousin. He's two years younger than you, 13. His mother and your mother are sisters."

"Okay, thanks Jiichan. [AN: Jiichan is 'grandpa' in Japanese.] Can I take this picture and show the others?"

"Of course, Yugi."

Yugi rushes out of the house and down the street, to Marik's. While Yugi was gone, Marik had invited the man in, and they had introduced themselves. Dumbledore was confused about why there were three sets of 'twins', or at least two people who looked a lot alike. Yami had told him that they would explain when Yugi got back. Yugi came back, huffing and puffing, from running to the house and back as fast as he could. He shoved the picture into Yami's hands, and collapsed into a chair.

"Grandpa said that his mom and my mom are sisters. He's two years younger than me- 13- and he's my cousin."

"Well that explains why he looked so familiar."

"Aa, it does." [AN: Aa means 'yes' in Japanese.]

The Dumbledore looked at this exchange quite confused, he had thought that the look-a-likes were twins, or at least siblings, but if what they just said was true, they weren't. They explained some of their history to Dumbledore. He figured that they could teach at Hogwarts, and look out for Harry, seeing as he was family to at least one of the group. They talked to their families, and everyone agreed that they could go. They agreed, but they would just go as three people: Yugi Muto, Ryou Bakura, and Marik Ishtar.

The next day, they packed their bags, and waited at Marik's for Dumbledore to come back and take them to Diagon Alley.

Well, here's the next chapter. I had wanted to get it up earlier, but my computer wasn't cooperating with me. Hope you like it. Reviews make me want to write more!