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Chapter Five

"Ryou!" Sirius yelled, shaking the teen roughly. Dropping his inner conversation, Ryou glanced quickly at the older man who had been eying him with concern.

"What is it?" he asked.

Sirius stared at the foreign boy for a moment in disbelief. He couldn't believe that the boy was acting like nothing was wrong. "You seriously didn't hear any of that?"

Ryou blushed scarlet, and looked around at the others seated around the table. "Did I miss something?"

Hermione laughed at the boy's confused look. "No... nothing very important. Sirius was just explaining about the Dark Lord and why you might be targeted."

Ryou nodded sagely, earning looks of disbelief from the teens around the table, and an exasperated sigh from the man he had spent his morning with. "Hmm... well, do you have any other plans?"

"Seriously, mate?" asked Ron in shock. "That's all you have to say about being targeted by a madman?"

The white haired boy shrugged in a helpless sort of way. "There's nothing I can do about it, right? I'd rather not worry about it too much." he paused, before muttering in a quiet voice that the trio was sure they weren't supposed to hear, "besides, it wouldn't be the first time."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged a look that screamed curiousity while Ryou was looking away, and caused Sirius to hiss, "Leave him alone! Dumbledore brought him over, and he hasn't been wrong yet."

Ron scoffed. "What about Quirrel?"

Hermione smacked the red-head, "Don't be rude, Ronald. Professor Dumbledore probably knows something we don't about his situation. He wouldn't be taking any chances now that he knows that Voldemort is back."

Harry nodded in agreement. "I agree with Hermione, Ron. Dumbledore hasn't made a mistake yet, and Ryou..." he glanced at the white haired boy who was once again gazing absently out in to the streets as though he was oblivious to everything around him. "He just doesn't seem like someone who would be working for Voldemort."

Ron looked like he wanted to argue, but when he saw the transfer student completely unaware of their discussion, he finally hissed, "I suppose. But we should watch him anyway."

Harry and Hermione shrugged. They wouldn't argue, if it made Ron feel safer. There wasn't any harm in spying, as long as the white haired boy wasn't hurt by it. There was something about him that just screamed Innocent!

Ryou, on the other hand, had been aware of their discussion, due to the raging spirit in his head. He resisted the urge to clamp his hands over his ears to drown out the sound and possibly the headache, but knew that he would only look foolish suddenly refusing to listen to anyone.

/Yami, please. I promise that I'll get free in a minute. Please just let me make an excuse so they won't be suspicious./

The spirit was silent in his head for a moment, before grunting. /Fine. Just hurry up. Don't make me regret giving you all this free reign, yondoushi./

Ryou held back the flinch at the memories that echoed through his mind at the threat, and mentally nodded to the spirit. /Hai./

He turned to look at his companions, seeing that they were deep in discussion, speaking in soft voices, and realized that this could be used to his advantage. "Excuse me," he interrupted. "You all seem to be enjoying your reunion, and I would really hate to intrude, so if I might, could I go look around the alley while you finish up?"

Sirius looked like he wanted to protest, but Harry spoke up, assuring his godfather. "I'm sure he'll be fine. Voldemort hasn't been publicly active, and as long as he stays out of the more shady parts, he shouldn't run into any trouble. I was younger than him when I first went around the alley by my self."

Sirius continued to look like he wanted to protest, but finally let out a heavy sigh. "I suppose. It must be awkward for him to be around us, when he doesn't really know us. Fine. You can go, but be careful. And take this. Dumbledore had a feeling that we might split up." He handed the partial albino a small gold figurine in the shape of a cat, that had a string going through it so it could be worn like a necklace. "It's a portkey. If you run into any trouble, hold it and repeat 'Hogwarts' three times, and it will bring you to the headmaster's office."

Ryou smiled a little, and reached out to take it. "I appreciate it." he told him, before bowing slightly and leaving the small cafe. When he was sure he was out of sight of the wizards, he bowed his head slightly, and felt the spirit of the ring shove him into his soul room.

/Finally!/ the spirit grumbled. /I thought you'd never get away from those mortals./

Ryou held back his reply, knowing that the spirit's mood wouldn't tolerate any disrespect at the moment, and settled himself inside his room, to wait for the spirit to finish whatever he was doing. He could only hope that they wouldn't get into too much trouble.

…

The spirit was so excited to be out of his self imposed confinement that he would have been jumping for joy if he had been the sort. Needless to say, he contented himself with a satisfied smirk, as he turned his gaze around the brightly colored alley, with it's warning signs up, and con men all around trying to make a quick galleon from the naiive passerby who believed the tall tales they spun of protection amulets. Stupid wizards. They probably didn't even remember what real amuelts felt like.

He frowned suddenly, at the feeling of nostalgia that washed over him. He wasn't weak. The past didn't matter. All that mattered was the present and defeating the pharoah.

At least that's what he kept telling himself, but from the feeling of amusement coming from his hikari, he had a bad feeling about it.

He shook it off viciously. He had a bank to steal from.

Soon, the spirit found himself in front of the wizarding bank once more. He cast a disgusted eye over it. If it had been a few years ago, and he hadn't lived among the pyramids of ancient Egypt, and the modern wonders of Domino City, the building might have impressed him. As it was, he only saw it as a blatant display of wealth that glowed like a neon sign to him, screaming steal from me, steal from me.

He grinned darkly as he summoned his ka, Diabound.

They would never know what hit them.

(A/N: Being the lazy, clueless author I am, I'll leave the actual thieving to your imaginations, as I am absolutely stumped on what protections the bank actually has. However, be assured that although the Spirit ran into several obstacles, he did manage to successfully steal from the bank.)

The spirit strolled out of the large building confidently, in no way showing what his latest activity was. He was grinning smugly, however, and inside his head, his hikari was moaning about more stealing. The spirit loved to rile his Hikari up like this, although he would never admit it.

/Yami! There were dragons in there! We could have died. Can't you be a little more careful?.../

The spirit tuned the lecture out and glanced around curiously at the street once more. Now that he had... ahem... liberated some more funds, he wasn't quite ready to retreat yet. His eyes scanned the crowds, searching for a new target, when he noticed a richly dressed man, coated in darkness. He smirked.

The figure was trying hard to cloak the darkness that coated him. It was just one more blatant display of ignorance from the pathetic wizards who didn't know how little power they actually had. Although the spirit had full intentions of learning this new magic, he saw no reason to lie about what it was.

It was weak, in his eyes.

He followed the figure into a much darker, dirtier alley, and he grinned, no longer interested in relieving the man of his gold. There were much more interesting things to get involved in. Ryou was currently asleep in his soulroom, and the spirit was going to take full advantage of the fact. What his Hikari didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

There was sure to be something that would catch his interest here.

...

He was looking through a small, cheap knife shop when he felt it.

The presence of another millennium item.

The spirit frowned, and set down the knife he was looking at. It wasn't a good knife anyway, and he had already stolen several others.

He left the shop and reached his senses out, awakening the power of his item to lead him to the one he was feeling. He could tell he was getting closer with every step...

"Bakura!" A voice screamed out.

The spirit whirled around to see a blonde haired Egyptian running towards him.

"Malik!"

A/N: This chapter took awhile to get out. But Diagon Alley is nearly done. All that's left is getting them to Hogwarts. *Sigh*

Well, hopefully this chapter wasn't as terrible as I think it is. Sorry for taking so long. -_-||| Stressed from midterms and tests that are coming up. Lots of pressure. My updating will probably be more erratic, as I am sure that most of you have noticed. As of now, this story is hitting a bit of a dry spot, so suggestions are welcomed.

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