A/N: It appears some of the section divider lines went missing in this one too. Technically they're there, but don't show up. Ugh.

/Text/ Spirit to Host

/Text/ Host to Spirit

Chapter 13: Alert

Professor McGonagall spent her first sixth-year class reviewing Vanishing Charms.

"I understand you came from Defense Against the Dark Arts, and that Professor Umbridge has attempted to begin to teach nonverbal spellwork," said Professor McGonagall. "I hope you all plan to master that skill quickly. Outside of learning the verbal incantations, I will expect all casting in this class to be done nonverbally. We will practice today on the mice in front of you. Who can tell me the incantation?"

Like in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Ryou watched as Hermione's hand was the first in the air. But unlike before, a few other hands also rose from around the room and Professor McGonagall called on one of the Ravenclaw students.

"Today, you may practice the spell verbally," said Professor McGonagall. "However, there are twenty house points available if anyone can do so silently."

Yugi aimed his wand at the mouse snoozing on his desk. "Evanesco."

The mouse didn't vanish.

Ryou frowned at his own mouse. "Maybe we're not waving our wands correctly?"

/You're looking foolish enough to me,/ Bakura snickered. /You might as well be conducting a band the way you're swinging your stick around./

Yugi sighed. "Our first spell and we're already having trouble."

/Don't be discouraged, Yugi. This is a spell that your friends have learned last year. It will take time and patience, but you will master it as well./

Yugi looked to his other side in time to see Seto vanish his mouse. "Kaiba sure got the hang of that quick."

Ryou shrugged. "He did spend most of the summer reading everything he bought at Diagon Alley. I just think it's ironic that he's submerged himself so much into learning magic, and he was the most opposed to it from the start."

Yugi felt Yami chuckle in agreement from inside their link. "Yeah, funny isn't it?"

Professor McGonagall paused in her rounds around the room at their desk. "Have you two tried yet?"

"Yes, Professor," said Ryou, "We haven't quite gotten it yet."

Professor McGonagall watched him try to vanish his mouse again. "Ah – there's your problem. There's no need to wave your wand about like that. Just aiming will do. Be sure to speak your incantation clearly. Correct pronunciation can make a huge difference, as does proper concentration. 'Ev-an-ES-ko'."

Ryou nodded. "Evanesco." They watched as the mouse disappeared off of the desk.

"Very good, Mr. Bakura. Keep practicing. You'll both get the hang of the spells in time." She gave Yugi's shoulder a brief pat before returning to the front of the room to address the class. "I am at least pleased that you haven't forgotten all you've learned over the summer, but the number of you that still haven't performed an adequate Vanishing Charm is quite unacceptable for a N.E.W.T. level course."

She waved her wand at her desk, and rolls of parchment were distributed to each student. "By our next class I expect you all to perform a decent Vanishing Spell, in addition to having that parchment filled in completely. Consider it your only review. We will be moving forward from here on out. Class dismissed."

"We got off light, wouldn't you say?" said Ron as they made their way back up to the seventh floor. "I mean, a review sheet? I thought she was going to load us down with essays like last year."

"The year just started. I'm sure we'll be buried in homework before the week is out," said Harry.

"How did you fare with the mice, Yugi? Ryou?" asked Hermione curiously, "Seto managed his on the first try!"

"Wasn't that your first spell cast?" asked Ron, barely hiding his jealousy.

Seto ignored him and stopped in front of the Fat Lady's portrait. "Abstinence."

Yugi and Ryou followed him through the portrait hole. "I didn't manage to get it," said Yugi, "Ryou did just before class ended. Turns out we were a bit…animated with our wand waving when we really didn't have to be."

"Well, hopefully with the extra lessons the professors are going to give you, you'll be able to catch up to our speed soon," said Harry, "But I guess you'll find out what's going on with those after dinner." He made his way towards the steps leading up to their rooms. "Why don't we drop our books off and meet back down in a few minutes? No point in dragging all this stuff to eat when there's no classes right afterwards."

"Don't forget that Professor Dumbledore wanted to see you after dinner as well, Harry," said Ryou.

Harry nodded. "I wonder what it's about…"

Someone roughly brushed past Yugi and knocked him into Harry on their way into the Great Hall. Harry had to do a double take to see who it was as he righted his shorter friend.

"…Dinner just started," he said, "So where is Malfoy going?"

"Maybe he's not hungry," Ryou shrugged.

"Hm…"

Hermione sighed and grabbed Harry by the arm. "Ugh. Come on, Harry, you're blocking the way."

Harry found the others gathered around one of the tables in the common room when he returned later that evening. "So…" he said, "How did your meeting go with Professor McGonagall?"

"It was…informative," said Seto, without looking up from his book. Yugi looked over and noticed he was back to leafing through one of the books he had found in the library.

"She laid out all of our schedules to come up with a plan for our extra lessons," said Ryou. "They'll start tomorrow. I guess the good news is that since Professor Umbridge is building 'catch up lessons' into her regular class, we only have to have four extra lessons a week instead of five."

"We'll have an extra Charms class at 5:00 tomorrow, then Transfiguration after dinner. Then it'll be Herbology after dinner on Wednesday and Potions at 5:00 on Thursday," said Yugi.

Harry sank down next to Yugi and peered across the table. "Still on that mission of yours, huh Seto?"

"Hn," was the only response Seto gave him.

Ron looked up from his Transfiguration homework. "You don't seem like the type to put something like that above your homework. How long are you gonna keep your nose in those books before you give up? Hermione said those phone things aren't going to work here."

Seto turned the page of his book. "If you're so certain that I'm going to fail at this, you obviously don't know me very well. This is about restoring communication back home, so yes, it is more important than any homework assignment."

"So, Harry," said Hermione put her quill down, eager to change the subject. "What did Dumbledore want?"

"He didn't go into too much today," said Harry, "Something about giving me lessons."

"Lessons? About what?" asked Hermione.

"Something about fighting Voldemort, I'd assume. We didn't go into too much today. He said he had some errands to run and items to collect before we met again."

He didn't tell them that Dumbledore also wanted him to carry his Invisibility Cloak on him all the time. Not until he knew more about Yugi and his friends. Harry sighed. Between classes, spying on Malfoy, keeping an eye on his new friends, being Quidditch captain and now having to attend regular evening meetings with Dumbledore, he was going to have his hands full this year.

Yugi put away his finished homework in his bag and looked over to Seto next to him. "How's it going?" he asked quietly.

Seto closed the book and leaned back with a sigh. "I have to be missing something…"

"You just started researching," said Yugi, "Maybe this is something that just takes time."

"Like it takes time for an owl to fly all the way home and back just to find out how Mokuba's first day of school went, or how your grandfather is managing his shop without you," said Seto bitterly, "Those owls are going to take days, and you and I both know that patience is not one of my strong suits."

"No," Yugi agreed, "You're right. Have those books helped at all?"

"A bit…but not enough," said Seto. He looked around the emptying common room as a lot of the younger students began to head up to their dormitories. His eyes fell on the wireless radio sitting unused across the room. "Unless I need to go about this differently…."

Seto got up, crossed the room, and turned the radio over in his hands.

/What are you thinking about?/ asked Set.

/Somehow, this radio works here, unaffected by the school's enchantments. If I can figure out how this loophole works, I can use it on my technology too./

/And how are you going to do that?/

/I have a few ideas…/ Seto dropped the radio onto their table and stalked off towards their dorm.

"Where are you going?" asked Ryou.

"To get something," said Seto, and he started up the steps. "I'll be back."

Ron sighed and pushed his assignment away. "How can we just forget so much in one summer? Ugh…" He held up his hand as Hermione began to say something. "No – nope, I know what you're going to say. 'Maybe if you looked reviewed what you've learned like I did, you'd remember'."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and gave him a pointed look. "Well?"

"Sorry, but I don't think that's a habit that's gonna start now, although…." Ron looked over to Seto's abandoned bag on the edge of the table.

"Ron, don't…." said Yugi, looking towards the boys' staircase. "If he finds out you copied his answers, he'll be mad."

"I'm not going to do that, relax," said Ron, "I'm just taking a peek. …Not that it matters, his handwriting's too neat to read. Looks almost like yours, Hermione, with your fancy scripting."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I guess I won't have to worry about you copying my homework this year then, either." She grabbed the pilfered assignment and put it back where Ron found it. "Maybe if you didn't spend half the evening beating half of the common room at chess you would have your homework finished by now too."

Seto returned with a small box of different sized tools and began to take apart the radio the instant he sat down.

"Why are you dissecting the radio?" asked Harry.

"To find out how it works here."

"Aren't you worried that you won't be able to put it back together properly?" asked Hermione.

Seto twisted one of the screws out of the back of the radio, "No. By the time I'm finished with it, it'll work better than it had before."

Harry grabbed his bag from next to the table. "Well, I'm going to head off to sleep. I'll see you all in the morning."

Bidding them goodnight, he made his way upstairs. Seamus, Dean, and Neville were already asleep. Harry quietly changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed. He was about to close the curtains around his bed when his eyes fell on the Marauder's Map sticking out of the drawer of his bedside table. It almost didn't seem worth it to unfold the thing and look for Malfoy, but he found himself reaching for it anyway.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he whispered.

He scanned the pages and as he expected, the little dot on the map representing Draco Malfoy was down in the dungeons. The Slytherin dormitories were not specifically labeled, but Harry could tell that's where he was, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. Professor Umbridge was in her living quarters off from her office, and Dumbledore was pacing in his study. The castle was hunkering down for the night and nothing seemed out of place.

He heard Ron enter the room and climb into bed, but he didn't pay much attention to it – something else caught his eye right as he was about to fold up the map.

Yugi and Ryou's spots on the Map had divided into two, and new labels were appearing beside them. '?' appeared next to Yugi and 'Bakura' next to Ryou's name.

That couldn't be – Bakura was just Ryou's last name. How could Ryou have two spots on the map? And what about the question marks representing the other dot? The map never failed to identify a person, or even a ghost in the castle before. Harry removed his glasses and rubbed at his eyes. When he put them back on and looked again, both of the additional dots were gone, leaving Yugi and Ryou alone in their dormitory. Not even Seto's dot looked out of the ordinary all by itself in the common room.

Those two dots were there for only a few moments. He kept watching the map to see if they returned, but nothing changed. He must have sat, staring at the map for far longer than he expected after that, because eventually even Seto's dot moved out of the common room and up towards his room. Yugi and Ryou's duplicate dots did not come back.

Did he just imagine them?

The radio was put back together by the time Harry and Ron descended the dormitory steps into the common room the following morning.

"You think he put it back together properly?" asked Ron. "Imagine the gloom in the evenings if those second-years can't get their fix of the Weird Sisters before bed. You and I both know that there's no way he's going to get around the school's enchantments. They've been up for years."

"There's no loose parts anywhere," said Harry.

"Of course it works," said Ryou, from his seat in one of the squashy armchairs by the fireplace. "You really shouldn't underestimate him."

"You're so sure you're going to win that bet, aren't you?" asked Ron.

Ryou nodded and returned to his Divination book.

/We could be exploring the school, you know. This place is full of secrets. Instead, we're peering through a book on how to read and understand the mush left behind in a teacup./

/Don't go ruining Divination for me, Spirit! I happen to like this subject, and it doesn't hurt to read up on what I'll be learning, since I'm three years behind. There is no 'catch up' lesson for this class./

"Did you have breakfast already?" asked Harry. "We're on our way out if you want to join us."

Ryou smiled. "No thanks. I had breakfast with Yugi and Hermione before they went off to Ancient Runes."

"Oh, that's right. I forgot you guys have classes today," said Ron, "Lucky for me and Harry – we haven't any!"

"Just think of all the time you'll have to write all those essays you're dreading to get," said Ryou cheerfully. He glanced over at the common room window to see an owl tapping against the glass.

"Bit late for mail, isn't it?" said Harry.

Ryou jumped up and bolted to the window. "The poor bird looks like its struggling to stay up. …And with good reason."

The owl had quite a think envelope tied to its leg. After Ryou untied it, the owl ruffled its feathers and flew back out the open window towards the Owlery.

"Did you send out for a book or something?" asked Ron, "That parcel looks heavy."

Ryou shook his head and looked down at the envelope. "Looks like Kaiba's owl made it home okay. This is from Kaiba Corporation."

"I'm guessing that he's in the library again," said Harry. He held out his hand. "I'll take it to him."

Ron gave his best friend a look. "You are gonna go the library?"

Harry snorted. "You act as if going there is the worst thing that can happen. The books aren't going to kill me. And besides, someone has to see if you're going to end up owing Ryou those sickles."

Ron shrugged and pulled out his unfinished Transfiguration homework. "Have fun. Chess when you get back from being a delivery boy?"

Harry nodded. "Sure."

With the envelope under his arm, Harry set off for the library. It was still fairly deserted being there had been only one full day of classes. Harry wandered the stacks until, like the last time they had gone looking, he found Seto at the same hidden table tucked away behind a stack of books.

"Any progress?" asked Harry.

"Some," said Seto. He turned his cell phone over in his hand. "So far I've managed to break this three times, and when it did manage to turn on, it nearly caught fire."

Harry blinked. That didn't sound much like progress. "You know Madame Pince will beat you over the head with a flying stack of encyclopedias if she catches you performing magic here in the library," said Harry, "I speak from experience."

Seto gestured around him. "Why do you think I'm hiding away in the most secluded corner of the library?" He eyed the envelope in Harry's hand. "What's that?"

"Oh – an owl tried to deliver this in the common room. Ryou said it's for you."

Seto put down his quill and flipped through the contents. Whatever they were, Harry noticed it seemed to be a much higher priority than Seto's desire to get electronics to work, which was saying something considering he had spent every moment out of class either here in the library or in the common room dissecting their radio.

"What is all of that?" he asked curiously.

"Aside from Mokuba's letter? Licensing contracts, a few departmental reports, R&D statements, and…" he glossed over a page full of numbers. "…Last quarter's earnings statement."

"So this is the same sort of stuff you would be doing…if your computer worked," said Harry.

"It will work. But, in the meantime, if this is how I have to run my company, then so be it." After a minute of scanning down the page full of numbers, he looked up. "Was there something else?"

"Oh, uh, no. I'll leave you to it." Harry headed back towards the entrance to the library when he stopped, and turned to look back towards the towering aisles. If there's any information about the Millennium Items here…where would they be?

Domino City

"Sir, there is a call for you on line one," said the secretary over the intercom, "It's a Mr. Muto. Shall I have him patched through?"

Mokuba looked up from the couch in his own office. "How can Yugi be calling? It took days to get Seto's messenger bird telling us that the phones weren't even working!"

"Perhaps that has been fixed." Roland hit the button on the intercom. "Which Muto is it?"

"Solomon Muto, sir. Should I tell him you're busy?"

Mokuba got up and moved around to the other side of the desk. "No, it's okay. We'll take the call here." He gave Roland a concerned glance. "You don't think Mr. Muto is hurt or something, do you?"

"Somehow I imagine we would not be the first on Mr. Muto's call list if that were the case."

Mokuba put the call through on speaker. "Hi, Mr. Muto. It's Mokuba."

"Good afternoon, Mokuba," said Mr. Muto, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Nothing major," said Mokuba. School had just begun again, and he hadn't been drowned in assignments – not yet, anyways. "Is everything okay?"

"Well…yes, for the most part. This is a bit awkward to try and explain over the phone. Could we meet sometime today?"

Mokuba shrugged. "I'm not busy. Should I come to you, or do you want to come here?"

Mr. Muto sighed on the other end of the phone. "Not here. There is a café up the road from my shop. I know you've been there with Yugi and his friends once or twice. Might we meet there in a few hours? I'll be closing up the shop at four today."

"That's fine, Mr. Muto," said Mokuba, "…Um, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," said Mr. Muto, "I will see you in a few hours."

Once the line clicked, Mokuba turned to Roland. "He didn't sound very convincing to me." He took out his phone and sent a text to Joey. "Maybe Yugi's friends know what's going on…."

"Not to jump to conclusions, sir, but something might have happened if Mr. Muto is not comfortable meeting in his home, or even speaking over the phone."

"Do you think it has to do with Yugi and Seto?" asked Mokuba, "Maybe he's worried that Yugi hasn't called him. He might not know that Seto's phones aren't working over in that school."

"It's possible," said Roland. "But we'll find out later."

Mokuba returned to the couch. "We?"

Roland raised an eyebrow. "I'm not about to let you run around the city by yourself."

"I've done it before…."

Roland didn't look up from the report on the desk. "If I recall correctly, that ended up disastrous. I'm afraid I don't have the dueling prowess to barter for your freedom atop a high-rise building should something happen to you."

Mokuba pulled a face. "That was different…."

"The answer is still no."

"Ugh."

Roland gathered up the papers on the desk and moved toward the door. "I have a meeting with the Industrial Illusions representative to go over marketing for their new video game. It shouldn't go more than one hour"

Mokuba perked up. "It's for the new Duel Monsters PVP game, right? Ooh, can I come?"

Roland paused. "Mr. Kaiba was very adamant about which functions you were not to attend."

Mokuba froze. "Pegasus is in town, isn't he?"

"I don't know for certain, sir."

"It's not like I'll be alone," Mokuba countered back, "You'll be with me. It's not like someone's going to kidnap me right in front of you. Duelist Kingdom was a long time ago. Seto needs to put that aside."

"Forgiveness does not come as easily to some. Another time, perhaps."

"Can I at least go down to the development lab and try out the current beta for our own projects?" said Mokuba, "Or do you want me to stay here?"

"You're not on office arrest, sir. Please just stay somewhere in the building. I'll find you when I'm finished."

When the door closed behind after him, Mokuba sighed, pushed his homework away, and reached for the TV remote. Rather than try out one of their games in development, he remained slouched lazily on the office sofa until Roland reappeared nearly two hours later.

"So much for that one hour meeting," Mokuba mumbled. "I bet it was boring."

"Mr. Pegasus is very particular on what he wants," said Roland, "He also talks quite a bit. I can see why, in part, Mr. Kaiba loathes meeting with him on a regular basis."

"I'm almost glad I didn't go then," said Mokuba, grabbing his school bag from the table. "I don't think I'd be able to sit still for that long."

The café was quiet, having long passed the morning and the lunch rush for the day. Mokuba was surprised to see Joey sitting next to Solomon Muto in the back corner of the small restaurant.

"I didn't know you were going to be here, Joey," said Mokuba.

"I was the one who told Gramps to call you in the first place," said Joey. "Didn't know you were bringing your right hand spook with you."

Roland raised an eyebrow.

"Roland doesn't trust me be out by myself," said Mokuba, crossing his arms and pouting. "He thinks I'll get kidnapped."

"Ya gotta admit, though, Mokuba, your track record ain't too good," said Joey.

Mokuba glared at him.

Grandpa Muto shook his head. "Mokuba," he began, "Have you noticed anything strange at home?"

Mokuba tilted his head. "Strange? Like what?"

"You know Bakura lives alone, right?" said Joey, "Well, me and Tristan would take turns headin' to his place every other day or so to pick up his mail and whatnot since he's off with Yug'. But the other day, when we went over there, the door was open."

"His father's still alive, though, right? Maybe he came back home," said Mokuba.

"Nah. Neighbors haven't seen him in months. Bakura told us before he left that his dad was off in South America on a dig."

"Maybe the landlord?"

Joey shrugged. "Landlords shouldn't be snoopin' through his things though. Bakura kept his place neat. Like really clean. Puts even Tea's place to all sorts of shame. But I could tell when I dropped off his mail that someone had been looking around."

"Could someone have broken in?" asked Mokuba, "Bakura hasn't been home for months. Maybe someone noticed that no one was ever home and tried to make a quick cash grab of stuff."

Joey shrugged. "Might've, though they left his TV and his custom RPG figures behind. Gotta figure those are worth somethin'."

"I thought it might have been a thief too," said Grandpa, "But I think someone was rifling through Yugi's things as well. I was down in the shop yesterday when I heard a noise coming from upstairs. There shouldn't have been anyone in the house, but when I went to check, I found Yugi's door ajar and his desk opened. He certainly didn't leave his room like that when he left because I put some of his things away from around the house and closed the door myself."

"Nuthin's happened to me, but if anyone tried to get into my place, they'd have to get past my dad laying around the house all the time," said Joey bitterly, "And I talked with Tristan and Téa. They haven't noticed anything…but we're still all here."

Mokuba frowned and looked behind him to Roland. "I don't think anything's happened. Not at Kaiba Corp, at least. As far as I know everything at home is fine."

"Trist' and I think that maybe one of those wizard guys that old professor put here may be getting' nosy," said Joey.

"I don't know," said Mokuba, "Professor Dumbledore sent people that he trusted. I don't think they would do anything to betray that."

Joey scowled. "After all we've been through, with all them crazy adventures Yug' and I have been on, you can't rule out that maybe this Dumbledore guy's got more than one agenda."

"I'm just asking to keep an eye out on anything that may seem a little weird," said Grandpa, "You're still in contact with your brother, aren't you?"

"Sort of," said Mokuba, "We sent the owl he used back already, so we're playing bird tag right now. It's going to take a while to send messages if he can't use his phone. Has Yugi sent you an owl too?"

Grandpa nodded. "It arrived this morning. I'll send it back tomorrow, after it's given a chance to rest a little."

Joey and Grandpa shared a look before the young duelist got up from the table. "I'm gonna go order a snack. Want something, Mokuba?"

"Uh…."

"C'mon," Joey practically pulled Mokuba out of the booth. "I'm buyin'. And…" he waited until they were out of earshot of the table. "I think Gramps wanted to talk to your shadow."

Mokuba turned back towards the table, where Roland had taken his vacated seat and was speaking quietly to Mr. Muto. "With Roland? About what?"

Joey shrugged. "Somethin' about not being able to turn off bein' a grandpa. I'll bet he wants to make sure you're eatin' your veggies and goin' to bed on time." They stopped in front of the menu board on the wall. "So…what d'you want to eat?"

… "It's Roland, right?" said Grandpa once Joey and Mokuba had walked off. "We haven't really been introduced." He gestured for him to sit.

"I remember you from Mr. Kaiba's Grand Championship tournament, sir." He clasped his hands in front of him on the table. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Hopefully just alleviate some concerns of mine," Grandpa sighed. "Please tell me poor Mokuba isn't in that big house all by himself. I didn't realize when Kaiba left that his brother would be left behind."

"Mokuba is fine. He is never home by himself."

"But," Grandpa started cautiously. It wasn't exactly his place to delve into the Kaibas' business, but he found himself worrying for him as if he was also a grandson. "Who is looking after him? With his brother away, he doesn't have a guardian –"

"I am, sir."

Grandpa blinked. "Oh." That wasn't quite the answer he expected. "You must wear a lot of hats then."

"A few," said Roland, "This would not make the first time I have assumed temporary guardianship over the Kaiba's. Aside from a brief pause in my employment, I have…in no official capacity…watched over the Kaiba brothers since they were adopted."

Grandpa sighed with relief. "That is good, knowing he has someone." He chuckled awkwardly, "I was trying to work up the courage to see if Mokuba wanted to stay at the shop with me, so we both wouldn't be on our own, but I suppose that isn't needed."

"I assure you, sir, that won't be necessary."

Grandpa nodded. "But I still can't get past this feeling that something isn't right. It's a terrible thing to dwell on, but ever since Yugi solved that Millennium Puzzle, he has never been able to catch a break. To think that the people that are here to put his mind at ease while he's away may be up to no good…"

"Do you ever see the two other wizards that are here?"

Grandpa shrugged. "Once or twice. They enjoy looking around the shop when I get a new shipment. I think they're trying to blend in to the area. Mr. Podmore even asked about the basics of Duel Monsters, though I don't think he has any true desire to play."

"Did you bring these break-ins up to them?"

Grandpa shook his head. "I thought about it, but I couldn't be sure it wasn't one of them behind it. What about the one staying in Kaiba's house?"

"Miss Vance keeps to herself for the most part, but then again, I don't see her for most of the day. However, both the mansion and the office are fully staffed by my security team. If she was up to something, it would appear on camera and I would be notified."

"Hm."

Roland looked down at his hands for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Before he left, Mr. Kaiba spoke of having a…contingency of sorts put into place. Perhaps he was thinking over-cautiously, but if there is a chance one or all of these Aurors is up to something, it's best to be prepared."

"What kind of contingency plan?"

Roland frowned. "To be honest, I haven't quite figured that out yet. He left me to fine-tune the details. It would probably be some sort of safe house that the wizards don't know of…but I haven't decided on a location yet. I've considered looking at real estate in Tokyo or Osaka, even abroad to America."

"To protect Mokuba."

Roland nodded, looking off to where Joey and Mokuba had taken up refuge at a separate table covered in snacks. "I will have to look over the house when I return later. In the meantime…I would speak to Mr. Muto's friends. Should we have more instances like these occur, we may want to have some sort of back-up plan that doesn't involve the wizards."

"You think whatever they're mixed up in over there will make its way here?"

"We're talking about your grandson and my employer. Trouble follows them everywhere. It's not necessarily if but a matter of time." Roland stood up from the table and gave a slight bow. "I'll be in touch, Mr. Muto. I have to rescue my charge before Mr. Wheeler lets him eat his body weight in sugar. If you need anything, my number is on that phone Mokuba gave you."

Joey sauntered over once Mokuba left the restaurant. "So what'd he say?"

"To keep an eye out," said Grandpa, "And he will do the same."

… "Joey said that Mr. Muto wanted to make sure I was eating my veggies," said Mokuba once Roland started the car. "Is that true?"

"He wanted to make sure you were being taken care of. You should eat more of your vegetables though, unless you want to grow only to Mr. Muto's height."

"But if I do that, then Seto won't recognize me when he comes home!"

"Mr. Kaiba will be traveling back in three weeks. No one grows that fast."

Mokuba leaned over to peer at Roland through the rearview mirror. "Are you worried about what Mr. Muto said?"

"Don't worry about what Mr. Muto said," said Roland. "It will be taken care of."

Mokuba pulled another face. "You're starting to sound like Seto. Wonder where you picked that up."

"Haven't the slightest idea, sir."

Roland was later sitting in the security office at the mansion looking through the cameras when there was a knock on the door.

"You're filling in for Seto, you know," said Mokuba sleepily, "Someone else can look at the cameras. You don't have to hide down here."

"Old habits."

"What are you looking for?" asked Mokuba.

"Hopefully, nothing. I've been spot checking the cameras in the upstairs hallway and Mr. Kaiba's office. As far as I can tell, nothing has been disturbed in those rooms since Mr. Kaiba departed for England."

"Then maybe it was just coincidence that someone snuck into Yugi and Bakura's places," Mokuba yawned.

"It's possible," said Roland, though he didn't quite believe it. "You should head to sleep, Mokuba."

"Ugh," Mokuba rubbed at his eyes. "Do I really have to? Seto's not going to know."

Roland looked at him over the top of his glasses. "Do I have to walk you there?"

"I'm not six years old anymore. I think I can make it to my bedroom."

"Even so, I should make the rounds before I turn in for the evening." He grabbed the tablet sitting on the desk and led the younger Kaiba upstairs from the office. "Good night, sir."

"'Night, Roland."

The security chief stopped outside Seto's bedroom door. If wizards had rummaged through Yugi's and Bakura's things, the two likely places someone would try that here would be his boss's bedroom or home office. Considering that the elder Kaiba usually fell asleep either at his desk or on the couch in his office, the probability of someone snooping through his bedroom was rather slim. The cameras hadn't shown anything to suggest someone had poked their nose where it didn't belong.

Continuing down the hall, he pulled up the camera feeds on the tablet. Emmeline Vance was watching television in one of the guest rooms. Security was patrolling the grounds, and Fuguta had taken over keeping watch in the security office. Mr. Kaiba's office appeared undisturbed.

Everything appeared as it should, but it did not quell the uneasy feeling in his gut….

A/N: In case anyone is curious, here is the sixth year class schedule I made when writing out their Hogwarts lessons. There are 15 minutes between each class for students to travel around the castle and get where they need to go. Breaks between lessons are 30 minutes. For classes any one student is not taking, they have a free period. All lessons are 1 hour.

Monday: Advanced Arithmancy (Hermione, Seto), History of Magic (none are taking), break, Herbology (all), Lunch, double DADA (all), break, Transfiguration (all), Dinner, free period until curfew.

Tuesday: double Ancient Runes (Hermione, Yugi), break, Muggle Studies (none are taking), Lunch, Divination (Ryou), Care of Magical Creatures (none are taking), break, free period/extra Charms lessons (Yugi, Ryou, Seto), Dinner, free period until curfew/ extra Transfiguration lesson (Yugi, Ryou, Seto).

Wednesday: Advanced Arithmancy (Hermione, Seto), History of Magic (none taking), break, Herbology (all), Lunch, double Potions (all), break, Transfiguration (all), Dinner, free period until curfew/ extra Herbology lesson (Yugi, Ryou, Seto).

Thursday: double Charms (all), break, Muggle Studies (none), Lunch, Divination (Ryou), Care of Magical Creatures (none), break, free period/extra Potions lessons (Yugi, Ryou, Seto), Dinner, free period until curfew.

Friday: Charms (all), History of Magic (none), break, Herbology (all), Lunch, Potions (all), DADA (all), break, Transfiguration (all), Dinner, free period until curfew.