Oh my god, I am so sorry. This took so long, and it is so much shorter. I can make all sorts of excuses, but I won't. I'm just going to give the disclaimer and hope that you can enjoy it anyway

Disclaimer: I do not own any charicater, place, event, or anything else, excepting those that I have invented. I especially do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter.

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Harry followed Minerva McGonagall into the carriage drawn by the skeletal equine thestrals that was set to take them to Hogwarts. He had met her in Hogsmead. He had apperated to The Hog's Head pub, which was once run by the brother of Albus Dumbledore, but was now run by Fleur Weasley and Charlie, her husband, and brother-in-law to Harry. He gave them both hugs, and explained to them that Ginny would be coming down when the quidditch season was over, and the change-of-address forms were finished. He and Ginny were rich enough to keep the house as a holiday home, while officially living at the school, so the house would not be sold.

Now, as Harry wheeled toward his new home and work, not to mention alma mater, the soon-to-be ex-Headmistress was talking at him, stuffing tones of paperwork into his hands, mostly consisting of how to get letters out to students and their supply lists, as well as the new teachers – she had received a list.

"Now, are you sure about this – what would you call him – ex-muggle?"

Harry shrugged noncommittally. "If he can do what Hannah said he can, than I have no doubt that he will be a great teacher. Better than Professor Trelwany was, that's for sure."

McGonagall did not look happy about Harry talking down one of his old teachers – and the one who made the prophesy between him and Voldemort, no less! - but she had her own opinion on the owlish professor, so she didn't say anything.

"Aldous Sterling is a name I don't recognize. You said he's a British muggle expert, right?"

Harry nodded. "He was a Hufflepuff, probably entered after I had left. Voldemort was conquered when he was a child. Been living the las decade or so as a muggle. I think he's a little younger than Teddy."

McGonagall looked straight at him. "I see."

Harry continued. "I wrote to see if he would take the job and agreed, but he wants to talk to me before it's official."

"You told me. What about this Japanese muggle he's bringing with him? Yogi?"

"It's Yuugi. With the 'u' sound being held out longer than normal."

"Yes, of course. I don't speak five different languages."

"With a smattering of three others." The younger one of the two in the carriage grinned.

"Yes, well, how well do you know the languages of your magical creatures?"

Harry looked sour. "If I want to talk to mermaids I'll just stick my head under water."

"You were telling me about Yuugi."

"Oh, yes. Well, I told you about what I know in the my letters. That's part of the reason that I'm letting him stay here, so that we can learn more about his magic. He said that his – shadow – magic awakened our – white – magic in muggles."

"And your to let him teach it to the kids?"

"Only if the minister and I both agree that it's safe. I believe that it will be."

By this time the two had arrived at Hogwarts and walked into the entrance hall. Harry smiled. "However old I get, this still feels like home. It's been a long time."

McGonagall also gave one of her rare warm smiles. "Yes, that's just one more reason both Dumbledore and I believed that you would make a good headmaster."

After Harry had a few more minutes in reverie, Harry walked in to the great hall to meet up with the few professors that remained. "'arry! It's been so long! Good to see yer."

"Hullo, Hagrid." The half-giant had not seemed to age much at all. He had a few extra wrinkles, but seemed more or less the same. His giant blood kept him from aging too much.

"Hello, Harry." This came from the crazy girl Ravenclaw turned Potions and Herbology teacher. She no longer had the definitive radish earrings, but she still looked like she was looking at something that no-one else could see. Nevile had told him that their mutual friend had lost many of her weird notions since school, but still had more than enough to share. He greeted her, and promised to catch up with her later.

The arithmancy master was a new person to Harry, not nearly as bad as that slime ball Snape. He had an accent that reminded Harry of the Bulgarian school he had competed with in the Tri-Wizard Tournament – Durmstrang. He was surprised that his arithmancy master was a distant cousin of the quidditch player from the same school – Victor Krum, a bit of a rival of Harry's. Professor Krum, however, was from the intellectual, not athletic, branch of what turned out to be a far-flung clan in the east. His given name was Edvard.

The drab Professor Binns floated by, and greeted Harry. He did not seem too excited, though. He had seen too many new Professors, even his ex-students. This was no big deal to him.

After saying hello to the three he had known previously, and being introduced to Edvard, he went to the gargoyle statue that stood before the entrance to the hallway. He gave the password.

"Sandpiper."

The gargoyle sprung aside, revealing the moving spiral staircase that led to the Headmaster's office. McGonagall had obviously cleaned it out, as the only things left were the paintings of the old headmasters and the barest of furniture. However, in one corner...

"Fawkes, is that you?"

"Yes, Harry."

Harry was startled. He had not heard that voice in years, and the owner had a white marble tomb outside. He quickly realized where it was coming from, the third most recent picture on the wall. "Hello, Professor."

"Hello, Harry. I'm glad to see that you have decided to take the job. In those last few years, I had hoped that you might succeed Minerva."

Harry smiled, glad to know that his mentor had thought so much of him. The various pictures on the wall welcomed him as the new headmaster, and then went silent. Dumbledore's painting then directed him to a drawer in the headmaster's desk, which appeared to be empty. He gave it the password that Minerva had given him as the headmaster's password, as it would get him into any place that he wanted, and the bottom of the drawer disappeared. There was a key. He picked it up and turned to Dumbledore's picture. "What's this for?" But the old man had left, gone to view another area through one of his many pictures scattered throughout the wizarding world.

Minerva came through the door then. "Harry, it's time I let you in on a few secrets... oh."

She had seen the key in his hand. "Do you know what this is for?"

"Yes, that's one of the things that I wanted to tell you about. I suppose that it's better just to show you." She went to the back of the wall, and touched a single stone in the wall with her wand, revealing a keyhole. Harry put the key in the hole.

The patch of ground that he and McGonagall were standing on lowered itself, like an elevator. It stopped in an area that seemed to be behind the spiral staircase that led to the headmaster's – his – office. It appeared to be a library, but all the books were obviously not meant to be published. Most appeared either to be some sort of scrapbook or a personal journal. Also, in the back, was a set of drawers where some articles of history were kept.

"This is the headmaster's archives. These books are all the secrets of Hogwarts that the headmasters and headmistresses have discovered, since about half a century after the founders left."

She led him into another room, what appeared to be the end of the little area that was all his. On one wall was the seal of Hogwarts, with a scroll underneath, with the words "An institute to banish the evils of this world" inscribed on it.

"This is the true mission of Hogwarts, and of the Order of the Phoenix. They have always been as one. The world is full of evil, and the founders came together to stop it. Of course, they had different ideas of what 'evil' was, which is what led to the split between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Those that defeat the Dark Lords have always been the head of both institutions. And now I pass it on to you. I think you'll find most of what you need in here. The basics are in the book I left on the end of my shelf, traditionally recompiled by each new headmaster. Now, I'm going to go. I have a home in Greece waiting for me."

Weeks later, a wizard with long brown hair and dark earthy red robes walked in, accompanied by a man with hair in three colors, dressed in muggle clothes, albeit strange ones, with his collection of leather and buckles making him look like a wizard who tried and failed to look like a muggle. They walked straight to the gargoyle in front of the headmaster's office, pausing only long enough for the wizard to show a letter to Filch's successor, Riley Balfour, the new caretaker, and a much nicer one. He told them to keep going. Upon reaching the gargoyle, the wizard gave the password.

"Quaffle."

The gargoyle leaped aside, allowing the two up to the headmaster's office.

Harry was sitting in behind his desk, perusing the book of Basic Secrets for Headmasters of Hogwarts. He was surprised how much of it he had already known, being one of the more mischievous students in his day, and having the Marauder's Map. However, a few facts were useful, such as the location of the house-elves' quarters. Winky had passed on not long ago, and Harry had visited the graves. At the knock on the door, he put the book in the fake drawer.

"Come in."

When Aldous and Yuugi walked in, Harry smiled. "Hello, you two. I have something for you."

Harry pulled out a contract and handed it to Aldous, who would peruse it before signing to become the new Muggle Studies teacher. He then motioned for Yuugi to sit.

"I want to talk to you about your request."

Yuugi looked hopeful. He knew that if Harry wanted to talk about his request, he would likely grant it with provisions. Now he just had to see what the provisions were. If they were anywhere near acceptable, he'd do the job.

"We are understaffed. If you can teach another subject, I'll allow you to teach your magic."

Yuugi beamed. "I can read Hieroglyphs, and I know the History of Magic up to Ancient Egypt better than any other human alive. And history was my best subject."

"How well are you at learning other languages?"

"Pretty good. I speak English, Arabic, Japanese, and Ancient Egyptian. Well, I do now, I got it from the shadows. Before I spoke what we thought Ancient Egyptian was."

Harry nodded. "All right, I'll put you through a quick course, and you can teach Ancient Runes. Let me just get a contract..."

Harry started to rummage through his desk. He pulled out a piece of parchment similar to Aldous's, and started making some changes.

As he handed it to Yuugi, a knock came from the door. With a quizzical look on his face, Harry got up and answered the door.

To everyone's surprise, standing in the doorway was a platinum blond Egyptian. "I need to talk to you."

Harry stood aside and allowed Malik to pass. Malik's eyebrows rose as he noted who else was in the room. "You two. Well, nice to see you again."

He turned to Harry. "I need to speak to you alone."

Harry nodded. He took the contracts from the other two and sent them to see Balfour. "He'll show you around."

When the others disappeared, Malik sat down opposite at his desk. "How much do you know about Egyptian Magical politics?"

"I know the basics. Instead of a Ministry or Department of Magic, you have a Council of Egyptian Magic Users that runs the magical presence there. It is ruled over by a chairman, who is similar to our Minister of Magic, right? And he has a lot of power. I heard that a real charismatic guy got the seat recently."

Malik nodded grimly. "Yes. A real reactionary. He's apparently the descendant of the Pharaohs. He wants to bring back his families rule, and then expand. He plans to use your – England's, I mean - announcement about the Wizarding world as a step in a plan to create Wizard rule. I, wanted to help you, and then I opposed Wizard rule. This was before I found out about his plan. I got declared an outlaw on some trumped-up charges. So I decided I'd come to the famous Hogwarts to see if the famous Harry Potter would give a poor foreigner a chance."

Harry was deeply disturbed by this news. He had just recently found out he was to head two organizations set out to end evil, and one shows up. He sighed. "Yes, I suppose that it would be best. What can you teach? We're a bit understaffed."

Malik was a little chagrined at his lack of abilities. All he knew was Ancient Runes. So what could he do? "All I've ever been really exceptional at is Ancient Runes. But I'm not certified."

Harry laughed. "Yuugi just signed a contract for that job." Malik looked downtrodden. "Wait a second before you get all upset, let me call him."

He scribbled out a note to Yuugi and folded it into a paper airplane. A quick charm and it was whizzing off to find the tri-colored hair and the man it was attached to.

About ten minutes later, Yuugi showed up at Harry's office. "You wanted to see me?"

Harry nodded. "I'm sorry to impose. Malik said that he would like to teach Ancient Runes, and you showed an interest in History of Magic. Would you be willing to teach that instead?"
Yuugi's face lit up. "I would prefer it, actually."

Harry smiled, but the smile was tired. "Now I just have to tell Binns he has to stop teaching. That'll be fun. Well, go on and unpack then."

And the two went off to prepare for their new jobs.

A week before the start of term, Harry was meeting with his family. Most of them were family by all but law even before he married into them, but now the Weasley clan was here, and he was legally, as well as emotionally part of them.

It was a quite meeting, unlike many family gatherings. The Weasleys were a close knit family, so there were none of the greetings after years passed. There were no children under maybe fifteen years of age, so there was none of the noise children seemed so good a conjuring up, even muggle ones. Harry's own children were there as well. Officially, it was a party to celebrate the new lives three of them had in Hogwarts, but they all knew there was something more to it.

Harry stood up and spoke. "There is a new evil in the world. A new man attempting to bring wizard rule over muggles. He is not directly threatening us here in the United Kingdom yet, but we all knew how well that went with Grindelwald. And worse yet, he is making use of our announcement of the existence of our world to achieve his means.

"As some of you should know, the mission of the Order of the Phoenix was to banish the evils of the world. It is time that I do my duty as headmaster of Hogwarts and rebirth the Order. I ask for the help, both as my family, and as the family that has helped the order so many times in the past."

Now noises broke out. Most of the whispering voices were in support. One thing the Weasleys all shared was a deep sense of justice. But a few were against the idea. One in particular stood up. It was George, who had lost his twin brother at the battle at Hogwarts all those years ago. "Why? They're not hurting us. Why should this family have to deal with more deaths to help some people we don't even know, down in Africa no less?"

There was a murmur of agreement, especially among the members of the family who had no ties to the muggle world. Hermione stood then, and turned to where George was sitting. "George, did you ever study Muggle history?"

George shook his head. He wanted to laugh at her, but he knew his sister-in-law well enough to know that she always had a point. Always.

"There was a man named Hitler. He took over Germany through illegal means. He started to take over other countries that he claimed were part of Germany, even though he wasn't even supposed to have an army. The rest of Europe let him, and England was the head of those allowing it. They were called 'appeasers'. They said it didn't affect them, they wanted to keep out of another war. Hitler took over the continent and would have taken England too if America and Russia hadn't helped us. And it all could have stopped if anyone in England had stood up to him. To put a cap on that, what he did to the group of people he didn't like, the Jews, made it look like Voldemort wanted to have afternoon tea with muggles. Never ignore something because 'it doesn't affect us'. It always affects you."

Even the people of the room that had known that history were blown away. George looked particularly ashamed. Molly stood. "I think it's decided then. We're going to take part."

Harry smiled at his mother-in-law. "If you want out, leave the room now. We are going to start a meeting of the order now."

No one left. "Very well." A note turned into an airplane, and it was not long until the teachers of Hogwarts filed in the room.

Harry filled them in on the Order of the Phoenix. Some of them already knew of its existence, but several of them had joined the staff after the end of Dumbledore's time, and Minerva had not fulfilled her duty to continue the order, as no one wanted to admit that they would continue to need one after Voldemort.

Yuugi was surprised, as was Aldous. Yuugi had learned recently about Voldemort, and was shocked to learn that most of the wizarding world still refused to speak his name. The exceptions were in the Hogwarts staff, the old D.A. crew. Aldous, of course, knew about Voldemort, but the dark wizard was not in his memory. Ryou had already known some from his abilities.

Malik, however, was another story. He was only a little younger than Harry and the crew, and he had known that Voldemort had been defeated by someone outside of the Ministry of Magic. But to be in a room full of those people, and to realize that they were all about his age, not to mention that they all were connected by this school – even if it was the most famous and the best wizarding school in the world – and a secret society that was connected to it... it was a real eye-opener.

Malik stood and told the room what he knew about Bassam, the knew Chairman of the Council. Most of it was very bad. The idea of rule of a Pharaoh as a Wizard over muggles sounded too close to the pure-blood obsession of the Death Eaters.

By the time the meeting was over, George was the only one of the group that still seemed uncomfortable. They left, and Molly gave Harry her word that she would talk to George.

Harry went up to his office and sat at his desk. Soon, the students would be coming in.

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No footnotes this time. If you want them back, tell me, and I may. If you don't, tell me too, cause I may otherwise.

Ech, some scenes in this chapter are nowhere near as good as they should be. I'm so sorry.