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Still lookin' for a beta-reader. Since I hate editing more than doing chem homework.

Don't own Yugioh... or harry potter.

CHAPTER 2

"Listen to me Molly. I haven't heard of anything of a death eater attack in the last two days."

The pudgy woman crossed her hands under her chest, somewhat uncomfortable by the set up her and her husband took. Both of them were hiding out in the kitchen, while Ginny was entertaining the Mokuba character with describing Hogwarts to him.

"Not only that, but the last foreign wizard to come here was five months ago. He got here from Zimbabwe, and back. Yamakazi-"

"Yamazaki."

Arthur shooks his head at the correction. "Meaning Yamazaki Mokuba and Seto aren't foreign wizards." Molly looked at him with doubt. Arthur Weasley knew that he wasn't exactly the sharpest knife in the box, but he was sure as hell confident in his knowledge of foreign affairs. For Merlin's sake he worked for the magical government, that itself provided him with information. Enough for Dumbledore to arrange him to investigate on his own time. They had their people on the inside. Mostly aurors, some who worked in his section. Dumbledore knew how to play the field, it's just that Arthur didn't exactly like being a chess piece.

"Whoever the boy is, he isn't who he says he is."

Molly gave him an expecting look. "And now what? We kick the boy out? What if you missed something? What if say his brother didn't register here?"

"He would have to. Travel Control would have caught him apparating or flying into the country."

The ginger haired woman shook her head with her eyes closed. As much as she didn't want to leave a young child out in the streets, she had to worry about her own children as well. Not to mention their friends. Hermione was coming in a week or two, Harry would be joining them sooner or later. The headmaster said that they shouldn't worry about the matter, and said to expect them by the end of August. They didn't know anything about the boy. If he ended up being a death eater using a polyjuice potion it would end up ugly. If he was a spy of some sort it would end up in the same alley. She hadn't ever considered the idea of Voldemort using children in his forces, but to be frank, she wouldn't be surprised if he did. He already displayed that morals weren't exactly in his consideration.

"Then what do you propose we do?"

Arthur looked out of the kitchen at the fast paced question and answers between Mokuba and Ginny, then back at his wife. "We wait for Dumbledore. We'll wait for Dumbledore. He'll know what to do."

Goddamn it itched. Seto Kaiba couldn't help by nearly drive whatever was left of his nails against his shoulder. The design was poor. A skull and snake! How much more juvenile can you get? Why not something clean for once? The sheer feeling of being branded like cattle wasn't pleasant either. Riddle said that after their partnership was terminated, it would be removed. The elder Kaiba doubted that this image would help him get anything though. Do not collect 10 dollars.

Looking over the workspace he was provided he was littered with chewed out metal, and spare parts. Some actually looked like they have been dented with teeth. This was either a challenge or insult. Both were earned a deadly reaction from him under normal circumstances. That would have to be put under revisions. Kaiba might have been prideful, but he was outnumbered 50 : 1. At least that was his guess at the number of people it took to organize something like this. He would have to work from the bottom. Threatening him to cooperate and then dangling his brother's live in front of him. Of course he would have to compromise. If Riddle expected blind obedience he was deluded.

Picking up a single metal beam from the floor and tossed it at the table. Riddle said he needed traps. The information about the others would be given later, but for now he wanted an example of how he could manage to create something one room based. After that he would tell him more. Fuck that. He had to get out of this shit hole and make it back to his business before it decided to take a nose dive. If they had Mokuba they would have showed him as proof. They didn't, proving that they didn't even come close to getting him.

The door creaked open, Seto turned around sharply. Not giving the other a chance to catch him off guard.

The smell itself was enough to nearly knock him back. It wasn't the beast like man in the background that caught Seto's attention. It was the frail one that he had pushed into the room, giving the burly one in the background to close the door. Then leaving Seto to throw questioning glares at the defenseless, aging, man. To some degree he reminded him of Yugi's nearly decomposing grandfather. Both useless in a time like this. Both let themselves be beaten.

"Who are you?"

Kaiba didn't take any measures of getting rid of his 'down to the point' attitude.

"I ask again, who the fuck are you?"

The frail man stood limp in front of him, holding his arms like a very weak shield. Kaiba knew that if he continued the aggressive approach it wouldn't get him any where pleasant. He'd interrogate him and end up with a wary observant. Then asking anything will be more difficult. Sides he wasn't in the position to give anything that resembled orders. Riddle took that fucking role.

However, to Kaiba's surprise the man answered.

"Olivander."

Highly uninformative. Then again he asked the wrong question.

"Why are you here?"

The crooked old man didn't reply at first. Simply opened his mouth, closed it, then as though had gathered enough courage to speak to him, stepped forward.

"Your master said that I should help you with your inventions."

Kaiba barked out a mocking laugh.

"Riddle isn't my master."

This was insulting. Being seen as a subordinate. He hadn't felt this controlled since Gozoburo was alive. That and being part of Yugi's idiotic fantasies. Battle City was enough to humiliate him. Because of that humiliation he managed to create Yugi Mouto's popularity and legend. King of Games his ass. He should have been that won! However this statement only managed to get a questioning look from Olivander. He approached him slowly, starting straight at his shoulder that had been exposed a couple of minutes before. Riddle probably did that for his servants. Wait, what did that imply about him then? Kaiba rolled his sleeve up, to glimpse at the skull and snake twisted through it's eyes. It didn't look like an ordinary tattoo anymore. It looked alive.

Letting the sleeve drop, Kaiba looked back at Olivander who was comparing the image and him.

"It's business."

That seemed to earn an even bigger display of disgust from Olivander. What? Being a lackey to this crazy was alright, but being doing business wasn't? Wasn't it the stronger of the two? Sides he could hardly call this business, but it sounded better than being kidnapped. Sure he agreed to his demands, but he wasn't going to complete them. Maybe the first, but nothing more. Just enough leeway to escape.

What Olivander thought was more disturbing is that this young man before him referred to the man who was pushing the magical world on edge, by name. That and the fact that both he and Voldemort had something to gain from working together. However ... Olivander witnessed how Voldemort left options. Null and void. This could very well be one of those situations. What kind of inventor was this boy? Since when did wizards ever need inventions in the first place? More intrigued by this turn of events he approached the young man. Good god, he was probably as tall as Hagrid. Then again he was hardly the one for comparison. Rubbing his fingers together he paused before asking the next question.

"What exactly do you invent?"

Being the chatty person that Kaiba was simply took a seat at one of the tables and relaxed against the back, and turned against the metallic table. Hands searching through the disarray of books on it.

"Whatever I need. This place has reception right?"

This was strung together in a manner that all Olivander could reply was with widened eyes and pushed together eyebrows.

"What?"

"Reception. How far are we from the nearest point of civilization?"

The longer he had to explain himself the crabbier Kaiba started to get. It wasn't anything new. It was just power spoiled him further, to the point where questioning him set him off immediately.

"Well, Diagon Alley should be the-"

Kaiba interrupted him again.

"London, Manchester, Glasgow, what?"

Olivander took a few moments to process what the boy was saying. Listing off muggle cities was almost heresy here. Hold on.

"Are you muggleborn?"

If that was true, Voldemort was betraying his own slogans. This was hypocrisy. Then again it wasn't as if the concept was new to him. He had been contradicting himself from the very first time he could do magic.

"Muggle-what?"

He didn't know what the fuck it meant, but it sounded demeaning.

Olivander stood there, pale in the face, not knowing how to respond. To not even know that level of information he was even below squib level. Muggle. This boy was a muggle. It seemed so contradictory to the level his aura encompassed him, but to be honest aura reading was a hazy subject. What looked and felt like one thing could easily be another. The old man quickly closed the massive distance between them and stood by the chair with near fascination. Muggles shouldn't be able to see magic. And yet this boy could distinguish its flow. He could tell that his eyes followed the stream that Bellatrix produced back in the area. Maybe he couldn't actually see it. Maybe feel it. After all, muggles weren't as dense as everyone made them out to be. Well, some weren't.

"Curios."

Kaiba didn't ask on the basis of his pride. And didn't return the stare, he wouldn't continue this conversation if it made him out to be the spectacle.

"A muggle is someone who cannot preform magic."

Kaiba stifled anger that had started to build within his chest. Again with magic. He had it up to his ears with magic. Logic and reason is what explained what happened. Not rancid fairies and other nonsense. Everything that he managed to get involved in lately had the M word written all over it. While in the scenery psychos ran around. The pattern was something extraordinary.

"I don't believe in the concept."

There, plain and simple.

Didn't have to explain it. Being the most skeptical person on the face of the planet had it's benefits when he said it.

Olivander wasn't taken aback only to have a ghost of a grimace painted on his face.

"My boy, you'll have to. That, and keep that to yourself otherwise you won't make it out of this room alive."

Long, grizzled white beard. Mokuba was in awe of it. The man himself was weather-worn, and physically tired judging by the way he held himself. Ginny and her brothers were upstairs by command, he sat at the table with the supposed head of organization and company. This was tense. Or could he even say, INTENSE? The white bearded wizard immersed himself with a feeble conversation between the red headed head of the family and a loopy looking stout man with an electric blue eye. They spoke too fast for him to properly understand, the accents didn't help much either. So Mokuba resigned to prod at the carvings in the table. Most of them were immature jokes about someone named Ron and Percy, but hell of more amusing than sitting around waiting for the old farts to finish their drawling.

"Yamazaki, would you like to tell us again why you're here?"

Mokuba already edited this story several times in his head so that it could give him both possible immunity and validity. Ginny's information proved to be valuable.

"My brother and I were here on vacation."

"Odd time for a vacation."

Mokuba ground his teeth at the slime-ball in the corner. "Anywhere away from home is vacation. My brother is always busy, because of his job he had to come here."

Dumbledore took this all in. "What does your brother work as?"

This is where Mokuba should have hit a wall, but thanks to Ginny he managed to figure out a reasonable lie. "He's an auror."

What an auror did was beyond him, but he knew it was something important, something powerful since the red-head ranted about how awesome they were. The answer however earned a strong silence. Whatever that meant to them, it was something heavy. Dumbledore then spoke again.

"Why would the Asian branch of Ministry of Magic be curios about our issues? They denied us before, what made them change their minds?"

Shit. Mokuba reached his level of knowledge. His mind froze.

"I don't know. Brother doesn't speak of his work."

Safest way to go.

"Headmaster-"

Dumbledore waved a hand at Severous. He knew that he wasn't going to get anything out of him today. He did need to get to the bottom of this. He had to figure out a way to keep the boy close, and if he figured something out he could trust him enough to report to him. Hogwarts was the ideal solution. Besides it didn't seem as though was a squib.

"As you know this country prides itself on it's schooling. If your brother was to work here, were you listed to go to Hogwarts?"

Could be a trick question. But he had no other choice in answering; "Yes"

"Did fill out the paperwork before hand?"

It was like some switch turned off within Mokuba and he could only say one word answers. Because honestly he was scared too.

"No."

After a quick deliberation he added on to the answer. "He didn't know how long he'd take. He didn't exactly want to leave."

Hook and sinker. Dumbledore got him. The issue would wait. Now all he had to do was track down Slughorn. His letters were gone unanswered. He knew that Voldemort would want him on his side. Aside from the fact that the man was easy to manipulate and rather thick, he was a master potion maker. To have him teaching in his school again would be a step forward. That and the fact that he needed him for his own plans.

"I'll make room for you in our school. You'll receive used supplies from our school when you arrive, I suppose you have your wand with you."

Mokuba bit his tongue and decided to fib his way out of this one.

"Yeah. No problems there."

Dumbledore gave a shallow nod and gestured to the fact that he could leave the room. Mokuba gladly complied. Mind full of things that needed to resolve. Seto. He needed to find him somehow. Then again with a school of magic, he would have more at his disposal, wouldn't he? They seemed to know of who had him, maybe he could gain some more information. The wand possession thing wasn't difficult. He'd just find some stick. Or steal one for himself. It wasn't as if he was a saint to start with.(1)

Olivander was a methodical man. He had explained most of the situation to Kaiba. For the mean time he managed to point out facts and even rationalized some aspects of magic to him. Most of it sounded like bullshit but after he demonstrated to him how he pointed a fucking stick at a desk and it broke into pieces, Kaiba was needlessly convinced of the potential. He put it in point blank who the hell he managed to get into business with. Kaiba on the other hand made it seem like a worth while venture. It was, if kidnapping wasn't involved. They started work soon after. Olivander volunteered to make him a wand. Just for show so that he wouldn't be caught. Kaiba didn't want to appear as though he was keen on the idea, and that he could just as easily do without one and told him to "do what he wanted."

They managed to arrange the room to something that he was used to. Pulling the table away from the closed window so that it was parallel to the door. Neither would really talk to each other after the long winded explanation that Olivander supplied him with. Neither would pry into the other's life. The books were stacked underneath the desk as reading. Kaiba knew that he would have to use them to get up to date at least. One job at a time. After he proved himself to Riddle he could demand something. He didn't have parts he needed to construct so he would have to pitch an idea. How long has it been since he had to do that? Years. Not since he had to push the creation of the duel disk. Everything else came easily. Mostly because of previous success. Pitching transformed into commands. But he had a rough idea what Riddle wanted.

To be honest he was just reusing ideas from his Death T part of the park. Except instead of making it chairs, he could change it to the floor. The only issue is that he'd have to figure out how to contain it. And modify it so that it would target intruders and not people within. Voice keys?

"-could you come here?"

Seto turned his head to find Olivander at work over his wand making materials.

"What?"

Seems like he decided to make him his cover. Whatever he was gaining out of it, Kaiba was curious to know himself, humans did nothing for others without something getting something for themselves. He guessed that he'd have to investigate.

"Come here."

Olivander gestured with his bony finger for Kaiba to come over. Getting up from the chair he walked over to the bent over man.

"I know that you won't be able to use a wand, but I don't think I can bear to make one that doesn't choose it's master."

Kaiba eyed the material in front of him. There was wood, tools that he didn't recognize and scraps of something in a circle.

"What are those?"

Olivander have a despaired sigh. "These are the only cores I can get right now." Pointing from left to right he announced what they were, letting his finger hang for a minute for the other man to accept the information.

"Rat, crow, owl ..." He paused in front of the mystery substance. "I honestly don't know, mouse,-"

Kaiba cut him off. "I get the point."

"Good. Now, just put your hand in front of them. They're enchanted to respond."

Kaiba walked around the old man, and pressed his palm down against the dusty floor, and proceeded to do what Olivander asked. At first nothing responded. The lack of reaction prompted Kaiba.

"Don't fuck around old man. I don't have to-"

This time Olivander didn't quietly push away. But gave him a slap upside the head. Kaiba was near the brink of tearing his face off. "Don't disrespect the art. Nothing comes easily. If you want to get out of this situation, you'll do the smart thing."

You mean other than killing you?

Kaiba continued dragging his hand between materials until the small stack of needles. The elder man grinned at the strong response.

"What is it?"

"Hedgehog."

"How'd you find one so close to-"

"Didn't say it was alive." Olivander's usual round eyes squinted at the needles as he picked each one gingerly and continued with the process. Kaiba couldn't believe that he was just going let this go. He had people fired for this. But where was his power here? Different situation. Different life all together. One that he had to figure out a way from. Owls seemed to act as their message delivery system, he'd make do with it for now. He could contact his vice-president and give him instructions to deal with it. They could manage for a month. Which is what he was estimating it would take. There was no back alley "ifs". He wouldn't allow it to go further.

For the rest of the day Kaiba took his time to plan out a schematic for the whole technological endeavor, while Olivander kept fiddling away with the wand. Both worked in silence.

Knock Knock Knock

Kaiba still at the blue print, a complete contrast to Olivander who scrambled to hide his materials.

"The Dark Lord would like to see the results of the time he has given you~."

The feminine voice hissed through the door. It practically sent Olivander running for the hills. Kaiba however relaxed in the sense that he could stand something this expert behind him couldn't. It was that childish pride that drove him at the moment. That and ignorance.

"Bring him here."

Olivander clung to the back of the chair. "No-He'll see-Go to him." Having trouble to articulate properly in times of need was a sin of genetics.

"Why would the dark lord come to you? He already made everything ready for you in the meeting room. Be there in five minutes."

The sound of heels colliding with the floor was heard along the hallway. The amount of freedom he had in this place astounded Olivander. The irony of it was that only a muggle could walk freer than a pure blood in this house. Kaiba rolled the papers together, and got together his materials. Olivander did the same but only to hide himself out of view to finish the wand. It was true that a proper wand had to have a magical core, but Kaiba needed one for show. Besides this wand would be able to preform magic. Just on a much lower scale. Even a muggle should be able to cast a lumos spell.

It didn't take Kaiba very long to find the room where everyone was gathered. He was met with a few raised noses. Those were probably due to the fact that he wasn't using magic or some other ridiculous method of carrying papers. He narrowed his eyes at the disrespect. He was used to receiving it. Especially from those older than he. Teenagers were in awe when they saw him, so it was almost forgivable for them to act stupid. This however didn't meet the mark. Tossing the rolls on the table in front of them Kaiba absorbed the air in the room. Dry, humorless. Not the ideal sensation to give a plan, but at least there wouldn't be any smart asses to interrupt him. At least that's what he hoped for.

"Tell us your plans for security so far."

That wasn't a request. Kaiba managed to catch on to that much. He had high expectations. At least that's what he was leading him to believe. Kaiba placed the blue prints on the desk, observing the room. The long table was faced towards him, with at least twenty people on each side. All ending up showcasing Riddle. The almost normal human expressions they bore had nothing on the demon like visage of Riddle.

"It would really depend on what you already have."

"We have wards installed, but otherwise..."

Tom didn't expect any of his followers to speak out in this meeting. However it was unwise to bet with anything on Nott's mouth.

Whatever wards were, they weren't any match to what he had in mind. Then again his pride always assured him that his plan was the one to follow. Pretending to take the circumstances into consideration, Kaiba continued.

"How much of the building is wired?"

The silence this received was phenomenal. The only person who had a visible reaction was Riddle. At first it was confusion, then annoyance, then something between curiosity and disgust.

"None of it."

Kaiba's mind started to whir for ideas.

"Then the machine has to get its charge else-"

"What are you? Some sort of muggle?"

Nott's second gift of the evening.

"Only those filth rolling apes would-"

"Nott" Avery warned.

"No really. They think they're so smart with their elekotisy and and machines-" Kaiba cringed at the butchered word.

"Nott."

Nott finally stopped and looked at the dark lord. There was something about his face that made it extremely difficult to interpret.

"As rude as it was of our associate to interrupt, he does have a point."

This is where Kaiba had started to bullshit. Pretending to know everything about nothing was the purpose of pitching ideas. Even if he had the math worked out, convincing others wasn't something that could be solely based on logic.

"As much as he does, magic wouldn't be the solution."

These words seemed to reverberate against the walls. It's like he said the biggest blasphemy of all time.

"At least, I'm not aware of any auto-spells. My plans require certain events to occur for something to react to it."

So he was looking for certain possibilities rather than giving a reaction. Kaiba put himself ahead rather than in theory. A different approach. Interesting.

"And you think that muggle trash would have any chance of doing the same? You're talking about-"

"Muggles have designed many things in such a manner. It's the entire backbone of programs."

Voldemort leaned further against the table. Although this would usually go against his interest, if he managed to keep his base of operations running smoothly, unlike last time, it would get rid of several problems. Besides, it was Malfoy's house.

"Continue."

(1) READ THE MANGA. MOKUBA IS A MONSTER. He has people point a machine gun at yugi, and plays poison table roulette.

Yeah. Ain't happy with this chapter. I'm starting to wish I had more diligence in searching for a beta. I just have the feeling that I'll get booted away.

Anyone willing to lend a hand?