On the train ride to Hogwarts, Harry decided he wanted to sit with someone other than Ron and Hermione. Hermione was looking at him strangely for talking to the voices in his head and Ron was moaning over some pretty gold thingy that he had lost to Ginny and kept eyeing Harry's gold pendant.

It was Harry's gold pendant dammit, and nobody else could have it. Not even Ron.

He came across Ginny and Luna sitting in a compartment by themselves. He opened the door.

"Do you guys mind if I sit here?"

"Go ahead Harry. Still have those voices in your head?" Ginny asked.

"Yep. Even got two more thanks to this," Harry said, holding up the Millennium Puzzle.

"Cool. I have two voices too," Ginny said, holding up the Millennium Ring.

"I have two voices too," Luna said, "And one of them has a voice in his head that I can't hear." She held up the Millennium Rod.

"Cool," Ginny and Harry said together.

"I wonder what would happen if all three of them touched," Ginny said suddenly. The other two shrugged and held out their Millennium Items. Ginny touched the Ring to the other two items and they all heard each other's voices.

'DIE PHARAOH!' Bakura screamed. Ginny, Harry, and Luna got the mental impression that Bakura tackled Yami, and that the two of them were wrestling.

'Our darker halves are insane,' Yugi and Ryo said together.

'You're all insane,' Seto, one of the spirits of the Rod, said.

'Shush you,' Malik, the other spirit of the Rod, said. Another mental impression came to them – one of Malik bopping Seto on the head.

Ginny, Luna, and Harry separated their items. Ginny heard Bakura wail ('NO! I almost had him that time!'), while Harry heard Yami cheer ('Oh, yeah! I win again! Booyah!'). Luna didn't hear anything, but got the mental impression that the two voices in her head where beating the crap out of each other. She set a mental manticore on them, and then heard them screaming.

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Pegasus grumbled to himself, not that anyone would hear him anyway. He was stuck inside the Millennium Eye, but couldn't contact his host. Why? Because the host wouldn't use the damn eye! He apparently liked his own eye better.

That was why he escaped and tried to get found by someone else, like that Lucius chap. He like Lucius, the man reminded him of, well, himself really. And anyone would be better than the scarred man that had the Eye in his pocket. Really, why would he want something that had been in his own eye socket go into one that scarred? That settled it.

He'd have to escape again and get back to Lucius. Pegasus mentally took control of the Eye, and rolled it right out of Mad-Eye Moody's pocket.

The people strolling on Diagon Alley took no notice as the Eye rolled down the street and turned into Knocturn Alley.

You know, I had forgotten about this story. But I got all my data off my back-up and decided to update all my stories. Then I realized – I have twenty seven. I've been working on all my stories for two weeks. I meant to have them up by Jan 20, but I didn't have them all completed yet. Amazing what a few extra days can do. Anyway, please read and review! Smiles!

Rune