AN: Hey! Don't own YuGiOh or Harry Potter. Probably for the best too lol

Keep sending in your reviews. It's always cool to get feedback. Encourages writing and all. But yeah. Finally reworked it so I know what's going on. That and I finally got back into the swing of things, writing-wise. Chapter 4 will probably be up in the next few weeks or so. Considering it's half done and all.

Chapter 3

Kaiba's fingers laced around the wand. How this was supposed to be different from a twig was beyond him. If he hadn't seen one of these in action he wouldn't have believed that they were capable of anything but serving as kindling. Much less firewood.

"So this is ... a wand?"

Olivander was somehow proud of it. It was the weakest wand he had ever made. Granted. But to make it out of so few materials was such a challenge and a change it somehow fired up his creator's spirit. He hadn't tried diverting from the traditional materials. Maybe if he dipped into the older manuals, maybe if he got out of this alive he could try it out.

"Well more or less. I doubt that rodent had much power in it. But, it should be capable of something.I hope."

"You hope?"

Kaiba's wonder ceased. Suddenly this situation didn't seem as hopeful as he had pinned it down to be. What if one of the others wanted to test it out? If it didn't work, it would be clear that it's just a prop.

"Well yes. Wand cores, the part of the wand are usually taken from magical creatures. Like phoenixs, unicorns, and well of course the favorite, dragons."

Kaiba could swear his ears were ringing. "Dragons?"

His inner child started to rejuvenate. Or more like brought back from the dead.

Olivander's face softened slightly. So behind all that down to work attitude, the boy was still interested in 'fantasy'. "Is the subject of interest to you?"

Kaiba's eyes betrayed his curiosity. He tried to seem disinterested to show that he was made of stronger will, but something within him seemed to have resolved that goal.

Olivander noticed, and took it as a cue to not sit with the question but continue on. Maybe he could befriend his muggle. Kaiba was much younger than him, and by the looks of it rather intelligent. With his full help he could actually imagine an escape from here that wasn't only wishful thinking.

"There are many kinds in the wizarding world." Olivander walked closer to Kaiba. The teen seemed absorbed in the idea. He didn't mock or look away. He was listening to him with his full attention. Olivander couldn't help but feel like some sort of bard telling stories.

"There are the Welsh Green! Unlike most dragons they can shoot fire in two streams, and although they are the smaller of the breeds can be just as deadly." Olivander waved an arm to accentuate the idea.

Olivander waved the wand, a few sparks shot out to take the appearance of a different dragon. The small image started to move and swim around the two. Kaiba at this point, lost connect with logic.

"There are also Chinese Fireball dragons, they live all over Asia – they are often connected with the rains in muggle mythology, although we don't know yet if that has truth, they are mighty beautiful beasts to look at."

Olivander flicked it again. Only to create a dragon to be spiked, and more ferocious than the two before it. Kaiba on some level found it almost attractive for a dragon.

"This is the Hungarian Horntail. The most vicious of the dragon kind. It's supposedly the most deadly. This was the dragon that muggles saw in their dark ages."

The spark dragon exploded when he was done.

"There are many kinds of dragons out in the world. Some undiscovered. We only started to get more confident with them in the last three hundred years."

Kaiba finally ventured a question. "So there are more? How many?"

Olivander smiled. This boy was no older than eleven at heart. He was no different than any starting student.

"Thousands."

Kaiba's ears rang with that news. So maybe he'd see one. A real dragon. Assuming this wasn't a coma.

"There are some species that we are not certain of, or even discovered. It's a real mystery to us." Olivander confided as nodded his head, mulling over the situation.

"You seem to be very interested in the subject- were your parents inclined on such intrests."

Something clicked within Kaiba. The image in his head was Gozuburo, and with only that single memory, the enthusiasm died out. The light that had for the first time sparked in his face dimmed, Olivander knew that this wasn't a good sign by any means. He was back to his poker-face. What was worse, something was lurking behind his stone-like expression. Some sort of bottled up seething that he wouldn't expect for someone his age.

And that – scared the wand maker.

This boy was almost as bad as Voldemort. The only difference is how he'd die. Voldemort's executions were quick and painless. Kaiba didn't know magic so the same could not be said.

"Do I look like I'm interested?"

Olivander made no response.

Kaiba let the subject drop. He wasn't keen on letting Olivander quiet down out of fear or discomfort. He needed him talkative so that he could extract more information.

He held out the wand in Olivander's directions.

"Demonstrate."

Olivander took his creation, it felt alien. It didn't radiate magic like the rest of them. It felt choked. Felt as if the wand had no soul. The core itself was dead. This was disapponting. Olivander did a small wave of the wand.

"Lumos."

He hoped that something would happen. But it was killed off when the wand didn't respond in the slightest.

"L-Lumos."

Again the wand didn't react. About to throw it down the tip of the wand started to pull together some sort of rays of light.

Kaiba's eyes watched the slow accumulation of light, it was stupid how it drew him in, after all a pen flashlight could produce more illumination than that, but he couldn't help but start to admire it. Goddamn, even after all those years of being hand fed how to think and process life by Gozoburo there was still something of him left. The weak side. Maybe Gozuburo was right. The follies of the world were far from secure.

No. He created the game empire in effort to prove him wrong. Gaming could succeed war and such technologies. Hell, better advertising, and more demand.

Even if he did manage to help transform the game into a battlefield. "Ha! It works!"

Kaiba's somewhat questioning gaze fell on Olivander. The old man was grinning ear to ear. If he smiled anymore his face would probably fall apart. The image was amusing enough for Kaiba's own expression starting to mimic the old man's. Well, with this his cover was established.

Olivander handed the wand back to Kaiba, still somewhat glowing with pride.

"So what did HE want?"

"I plan to make this building easier to break into."

Riddle's face tensed up. It was if all the hopes he had built up in the last few minutes were wiped clean. Maybe Kaiba isn't as intelligent as he seemed.

"Why th'hell would we want that? Ain't security supposed to do the opposite?"

"Thank you Lucius for pointing out the obvious." Riddle leaned against the table more heavily. The answer should prove to be endearing.

Kaiba on the other hand didn't display any sign of being cornered. In fact it looked as if he was grinning under that near emotionless mask of his.

"Wouldn't you want the people who try to seek you out? Would lead you to a far bigger ... catch."

The temptation was placed. Ambition to do more than be under protection, but to be free from pests for the future. However the issue went to manpower. He didn't have quite as enough supporters to house sit. He was starting to run thin with patrol, recruit, murder, control, the jobs were endless. The only one willing would probably be the rat, but he couldn't even remember what day of the week it was. Much less make sure he checked ever hallway. That and his wandmanship skills were lower than Potter's in his first year.

Not to mention he couldn't cast a proper torture curse even if it could save him. His Animagus ability must have been derived from some sort of mutation.

Unless Kaiba had a plan for that too.

"Would this secruity operate without anyone present?"

Kaiba's eyes led away from his smaller audience and back at the big man himself. Somehow the confidence he saw in his eyes almost unnerved him. He hadn't met anyone lately with so much of it in stock.

"Wouldn't be much point if it didn't."

Maybe he should sweeten the circumstance.

"I'm wondering , could this 'system' provide a leeway for interrogation or torture?"

How did that even come from security? Not that he had any issue with the topic of something of that level. It was usually more interesting to create something of that nature, more consideration involved. More detail.

"It could."

Mental that was. It was impossible to account for how much someone could take physically with a "no hands" treatment.

Voldemort's mouth thined and curled upwards. Kaiba would be inventing for him for a time to come.

"What I'm here to do. For what I need I'll need you to take care of the more impossible parts. Such as metal work, and charges."

Olivander wouldn't lie. He was confused. But questioning this boy wouldn't bring him closer to figuring him out. If anything it would probably limit him even more. He needed to understand him to be able to convince him that this wasn't the right path to go on. Voldemort never kept his word. Whoever served him, served a lifetime. The way things going, Harry wouldn't be able to stop it. Dumbledore, only Dumbledore could. There was no hope for him to escape, no, no chance to get out. Supplying the Death Eaters with arms was far too important to miss. Kaiba though ... he might also have a role that is vital, but he could talk. Talk his way into or out of things. Olivander could feel it.

The charisma this boy could call on was by any means was extraordinary. He wouldn't be bound to this job for too long.

In attempt to move the conversation along Olivander gestured at the wand as though trying to get Kaiba to try it.

He wasn't expecting much, he copied what the old man had done. Nothing occured. Deep down Seto wanted to witness the light amassing at the end of the wand. It would make the whole scenario so much easier to manuver. In a vain attempt Kaiba repeated the word set and wand motion. Nadda. Olivander's face drooped, it really was for nothing. Kaiba was a muggle afterwards. Whatever was enticed with his aura it wasn't magic. But it was old, and more than just a bit mysterious.

Well, since using magic was out of the question...

The only thing left was acting it out to at least seem convincing.

Olivander was more than slightly depressed. He had really thought if he managed to lower the wand core to a natural level Kaiba would be able to at least produce some sort of low level spell. That way it wouldn't be all based off an act. It would have some substance to it! Voldemort could probably tell if your were bluffing with magic or not. The Death Eaters might not, but Voldemort was his biggest problem!

"What the hell are you waiting for? What's next?"

Was he imagining that the lumos hadn't worked? That Kaiba actually managed to produce the light spell?

"I-I-I don't understand. You mean you managed-"

"No. But if I'm supposed to be a wizard of caliber, shouldn't I know more than a light spell?"

Like the one the son of a bitch used to knock me out.

Olivander fidgeted. It felt like he was going against someone by teaching a muggle to pretend to do magic. It felt somewhat wrong. The idea was for survival, so he hadn't thought much of it at the start, but now that he was at the gates he wanted to do it half-heartedly.

Kaiba might not even help him get out of this mess. Maybe-

"Quite right. Quite right."

The whilting man repeated shuffling closer to Kaiba. The way he held the wand wasn't correct either. It was sloppy. Like some first year.

He reached out to correct his hold on it, but Kaiba instantly jerked away. He wasn't used to any human-like contact. Be it a pat on the shoulder embrace. Sure handshakes were a formality that he upheld but it didn't mean he enjoyed them.

"Your grip on the wand isn't correct. Let me fix it."

By Merlin's beard this boy was jumpy. Kaiba handed him the wand and awaited the so called demonstraction of how to hold it. Olivander took the weapon and demonstrated the proper hold. Kaiba didn't see any difference between his own method and the man's. It was a fucking branch. You held it like a twig.

He took the fucking twig back and copied what Olivander had told him to do. Olivander was slightly impressed. Kaiba didn't complain. He didn't even throw a curse. Well, outwardly. He just did it. It's as if the boy had been trained to absorb information. Now that he thought about it. Kaiba took the news to magic calmly. He didn't break out into hysterics. True it situation called for calmness. But he didn't break out into yells or tears. The possiblity was so slim, and stupid that it made Olivander reject it completely. That Kaiba had previous experiance with enchantement. No. Impossible. Stupidly. The answer was probably much simpler. He was a robot.

Those mechanical things muggles fantasized about for centuries.

"Now, there are many spells that you need to learn about. But just knowing the names of spells doesn't qualify someone to use them."

Kaiba lifted a grim eyebrow. What else was fucking needed to pull this charade?

"Spells are combination of movements and sounds."

Great. So it was like the Jungle book. (Huh? Better reference/metaphor here that's clearer)

"For example the first spell students learn in Hogwarts is a levitation spell. Like so. Wingardrium Leviosa"

The elderly man moved the wand in a sort of triangle formation while saying the incantation. Kaiba watched consistently unimpressed as the sheets of paper from the desk started to rise and float across the room, then back to their resting place.

Kaiba uncrossed his arms. Sure it was mildly interested, but there had to have been some sort of trick behind to this magic. It couldn't be as lawless as he believed it to be. If it had standards, it had to have explination to it all. Maybe it was some sort of part of their brain that activated and allowed them to do those tricks.

Whatever it was, he wasn't able to do it. So all this shit that the geezer had been so set on demonstrating, we going to be useless. It was harmless shit. He didn't need to pretend to pick something up, or draw on someone's forehead, he needed to pose a threat to others for protection. If he ever needed to pretend to cast some spell he could ask him later. The wand was a stone cold bluff. He might as well juice it up somehow.

"This is bullshit."

"Excuse me?"

Olivander's hands drooped slightly. Not from disappointment, but fear. He was almsot ready to drop the wand if he didn't remember how young the boy was. That and the fact that he had a weapon in his hands. Albeit weak, but enough to keep Kaiba away. What's more ... it almost made it possible for him to threaten him. He could use Kaiba. To get Dum-

His thoughts were interuptted when Kaiba snatched the wand away, and held it like he had demonstrated. The boy learned fast.

Too fast.

"I don't need these spells."

Olivander only stood there flabbergasted. Who-Who in their right mind would turn an oppurtunity like this down? He had a chance to learn magic! Wasn't it what all muggles dreamed of?

"Wha-Why?"

Kaiba looked down at him. He raised his hand and copied the movements that Olivander had displayed, and accompanied by a rather hushed "Wingardrium Leviosa". Nothing stirred. From Olivander's expertise, Kaiba didn't screw up in motion or language. It was flawless. Even for a muggle ... this boy had no magic. None. Then what was circling around his aura? What—

Olivander caught on the insentive. He wanted him to teach him harmful spells. I don't needthesespells.

But-He couldn't! Dark Arts was the reason why this whole mess was possible! Although Olivander knew that Kaiba wouldn't let him have too many options.

Not to mention it wouldn't be as if he would be able to preform them...

It was camoflauge. And truthfully, to escape; he didn't mind.

Narcissa Malfoy was a resourceful individual. Much more than her boneheaded husband. But her level of troubles was far greater. Why didn't anyone of them stop and think for a moment? Draco wasn't ready for this yet! He couldn't go around commiting murder!

She and Lucius were once loyal to the dark lord, but now they stayed because of fear. She didn't want this life for her son. Her options were wavering down, harder to choose what to do. Send him away to her relatives? Wouldn't do any good. Bellatrix was a harder bitch to keep in control than anyone thought. She only played fetch for their leader. Anyone else just might as well bleed themselves dry before she did anything.

God she needed help! Why did she ever say Draco was capable? Why couldn't she just say that he was unable to yet? She paced down the halls of the home fretfully, a home that used to be hers. It hadn't been hers since that blasted tournament. An entire year she couldn't sit down because she was being watched in the process.

CRSHHHHH

Narcissa's hair wanted to stand on end. What in Merlin's beard—

The blond woman followed the sound where it had originated. When she came to the room where it probably started she hesitated. Whatever it was, it didn't exactly sound harmless. So ... best to do the sensible thing and ... quietly knock. The house mistress rapped her knuckles lightly against the door.

"FUCK OFF."

Narcissa almost jumped out of her skin. Backed away immediately, only to remember that this was her house. Why in hells name should she 'FUCK OFF'? The only person she should fear status wise was Voldemort. She entered the room, not exactly knowing what to expect.

There in the middle of the room was the creative crator, and the only other two bodies in the room pressed against opposite walls of the room. Narcissa couldn't find the words to make her tongue move. She was at a loss. What made her brain activate was the wand in Olivander's hand. Must have been an attempt at escape. Bloody hell! She reacted quickly by drawing up her own wand and holding it dilegently in Olivander's direction.

"Put it down."

Olivander looked confused for a moment, but dropped the wand immediately.

Seeing as how she regained her situational footing she walked forward.

Why didn't the other wizard reclaim his wand yet? Usually you'd scramble to get it back, he just stood like he had something to prove.

"What happened here? Olivander, don't tell me you finally decided to break free—"

"NO!" Olivander interupted, hands thrown upward as though to display his innocence.

" asked me to help while he marked the design specifications—"

He glanced to Kaiba waiting for him to catch on to the story, to at least say that it was true, something-

"On the floor?"

Kaiba still didn't butt in and say that it was true. What was the boy waiting for? An invitation?

Seto merely brushed rubble from his clothes and walked over the damaged floor to pick up his wand.

Internally, Kaiba was at the crossroads. On one hand he needed the old man's knowledge, on the other, he would become a liability if he ever talked about his 'muggle' issue. He would be destroyed if it even caught wind. That or he could just let the man rott, he was pretty pissed at what he had just done. Two more feet and he would have joined the chasm on the floor.

"It was a planning stage."

Olivander's shoulders slacked. He had truely started to believe that Kaiba would have let him be taken off. His arms dropped to his siders in relief. Even after all his help, his assistance, he didn't have this boy's support. If it would drag into it, he could use his muggle blood against him.

How the hell did they even write with these shitty—

That's how. The transportation of letters was beyond him. Somehow owls managed. He wouldn't question it for now. All he knew was that this wasn't a place he could stay for long. He had to find his brother. He had to save him. For the first time, Seto's life was in his hands. To an odd degree- it made him proud.

He stopped. Who'd he write to? The police? This was above the law. They couldn't do anything. He needed to get help from someone who knew better. Someone who had experiance with the supernatural? Yugi? Even if Yugi saved them, Seto would kill both of them out of shame afterwards. There was one person that Seto might agree to if he was here.

She was still probably in Berlin since her museum items were on loan or something. So she'd get the letter relatively quickly. Hopefully.

Mokuba rubbed the parchment flat, and started printing messy kanji on the paper. If there was any person he knew that could help him and his brother, it was Isis.