A.N. This is my first try at an actual fanfic, helpful criticism is accepted. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter, love to, but don’t.

NOTE: Everyone thank Susie Q for telling me that is making my former chapters’ formats go haywire or I wouldn’t have reformatted them this soon, hehe.

:. . .: is Yugi, double is Yami

(. . .) is Ryou, double is Bakura

;. . .; is Malik, double is Ishtar

Chapter 1

“We need something new! Something they wouldn’t expect!” a tall thin figure in long black robes paced across the stone floor of the chamber.

“I think I remember something about an ancient type of magic that hasn’t been used for centuries, maybe that will be my answer,” he walked over to an old shelf in the corner of the room and removed an even older book.

The pages crackled as he opened the leather bound volume and scanned its yellowing pages. It contained various spells, which his eyes passed without a second glance, rules, which he snorted at in contempt, and age-old legends, where his slitted gaze rested.

“Yes,” he hissed softly to himself, a light glinting in those empty red eyes.

x-X-x

“Malik! You aren’t going out in that are you?” Yugi asked, eyeing his blond, Egyptian friend’s sleeveless shirt, “it’s the middle of autumn!”

Malik looked down at his garb critically, “So?”

“He means it might be cold,” said the white-haired boy who’d just walked out of the bathroom.

Malik shrugged, “How cold could it get?”

“Very,” replied an old man wearing an orange bandana, “they say the temperature has dropped even further than usual for this time of year. I would suggest you wear a jacket at least. What would your sister say if you got sick on this trip?”

Grumbling, Malik pulled on a black jacket and tucked the Millennium Rod safely into an inside pocket.

“You three can walk around a bit while I take care of some business, just make sure you get back before eight. We’ll be leaving for the house we rented after dinner.”

“All right Grandpa,” Yugi smiled cheerfully.

:This is going to be great!:

:I’m sure it will be: came the sleepy reply in his mind, :I’m going back to sleep Aibou, wake me if you need me.:

Yugi grinned, none of the yamis had been able to get any sleep last night on the plane, :I will Yami.:

x-X-x

It turned out that it was indeed quite cold. They heard that the winter chills had come early that year and everyone was expecting early snows as well.

But even with the temperature the three had a great time looking around London. Well, that is until the skies decided to open up and pour.

“This way!” Ryou shouted and they bolted for the nearest shop, which happened to be an old bar with a sign overhead declaring it to be ‘The Leaky Cauldron’.

“Man! And we just got out too!” Malik complained loudly, watching the sheets of rain coming down like a waterfall just beyond the door.

“Just be glad that we’re not in it,” Yugi told him, trying to keep a cheerful face on things.

“Can I help you?” all three teens spun around to find a bent-backed old man who looked to be the bartender standing behind them.

“Uh, no thank you sir,” Ryou replied in his soft British accent, “we came in to shelter from the storm, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” the old man replied, “will you be going to the alley then?”

Ryou looked blank but Malik quickly filled in the gap, “Yes we are. Could you show us the way?”

“Just follow me.”

The old man led them into the small walled courtyard behind the pub that contained nothing but a trashcan. He walked over to this while the boys watched, wondering what in the world he could possibly be doing, and tapped on one of the bricks with a stick. To their surprise, a hole appeared in the brick that had been tapped and it grew into a doorway into a cobbled street lined with shops.

“I’ll just leave you now,” the innkeeper said and left, apparently not noticing the stunned looks on their faces.

((Now that was unexpected.))

(Bakura! You’re awake?)

((Of course I am!)) Bakura snapped, ((And I have been for a while now!))

“So, are we going in?” Yugi asked nervously.

Malik shrugged, “Why not?”

They walked through the brick archway and started down the street containing some of the strangest things they’d ever seen.

x-X-x

“Wow! Look at all these things!” Yugi exclaimed in wide-eyed amazement.

((Oh, now that looks interesting,)) Bakura mused as he caught a glimpse of a decorative dagger in a newly opened store, he liked it.

(Bakura! I don’t think that’s a good idea—) but Bakura had already switched with his hikari and had slipped away from Malik and Yugi.

;;Hey hikari, where’s the tomb robber?;; Ishtar’s voice sounded in Malik’s mind.

Malik halted suddenly and glanced around, no Bakura or Ryou, he cursed under his breath and started backtracking their footsteps.

Yugi caught up with him a moment later, “Where do you think he could be?”

Apparently, Yami had also noticed the tomb robber’s disappearance.

“THEIF!”

Yugi and Malik traded looks before bolting in the direction of the alarm.

x-X-x

Bakura skidded out of the shop and ran down the street, darting through the crowd, not caring whom he happened to knock head-over-heals.

(I told you that would be a bad idea,) Ryou scolded his yami.

((Well how was I supposed to know the cushion would scream when I took the dagger?)) Bakura snapped back.

The shopkeeper and his assistant were chasing after him, yelling for him to return what he’d stolen. They were starting to draw a lot of attention—and bystanders were joining the chase.

Bakura vaulted onto a table of cauldrons, kicking them off to crash and roll towards his pursuers. Then, cackling maniacally, he sprinted past a menagerie, pausing a moment to unleash the startled inhabitants of various cages. The unsettled animals went rampaging down the street, getting in everybody’s way.

x-X-x

Malik dodged a miniature horse-like creature and ducked in time to avoid having his head permanently misplaced by an encyclopedia flying at two hundred miles per hour.

Yugi, due to his smaller size, was having a somewhat easier time of it because he could run underneath the missiles Bakura had set soaring with his magic. Then again, with all the things, inanimate and otherwise, littering the ground, it wasn’t much of a relief.

“Blasted tomb robber!” Malik growled as yet another undesirable object came hurtling at him. He blocked it with a small-scale portal that sent it spiraling into the shadow realm.

“There he is!” Yugi panted, pointing up ahead to a fleeing figure with white hair and a lunatic’s laughter.

The two caught up to Bakura and hauled him back through the wall, which probably wouldn’t be closing again in a while since Malik, who had been in the lead, had forgotten which brick was the door, and they leaned against a wall outside of the Leaky Cauldron.

“I haven’t had that much fun in a long time!” Bakura grinned at his two companions.

“Next time you can have fun when we’re not around!” Malik snarled, glaring daggers at the tomb robber.

Bakura retreated back into the Millennium Ring to gloat over his prize, the elaborate, silvery dagger with a hilt in the shape of a demonic looking eagle.

“We better get back,” Yugi said tiredly as Ryou looked embarrassed for his yami’s misbehavior. “At least it’s stopped raining.”

TBC

A.N. So how was it? I tried to make it a little funny but I’m not sure if I succeeded or not.