Author: WhiteWolfKitsune PM
“Well, if you want, our doors are always open for you; but only if you can do magic.” Albus smiled kindly again... The shadows are rising, and no-one can stop them. Well, maybe the Yami's can, with a little help from Harry potter... HP/YGO crossover!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Fantasy - R. Bakura & Yūgi M. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 12,550 - Reviews: 51 - Favs: 41 - Follows: 72 - Updated: 06-18-08 - Published: 05-05-08 - id: 4238584
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Oh my god, a cross over!! O.o Im warning you people, I remember little about HP… -Sweatdrops- I know a few stuff, so beware the OOC of some characters!!
Set in OotP (Order of the Phoenix)… I think. Its going to be mostly Ryou centred, but Yugi, Yami, and Malik will all be there, including Harry's gang. :D They'll probably appear next chapter.
If I make mistakes, please tell me! Thankies! -Hug-
/Hikari to yami/
/ /Yami to Hikari/ /
Shadows swallow all!
The attack rate increases!!
The rise in shadows mysteriously swallowing inhabitants of the wizarding world have baffled the likes of even the ministry. Thick clouds of purple, as described by an eye witness, seem to just engulf randomised people and then disappear again. Since there is no record of this ever happening, people are stunned and morale is low as the streets become a dangerous place for even the most powerful of wizards.
Who can save us? This might even be too big for the likes of Harry potter… continue on page 4.
Albus Dumbledore was a man of many thoughts. Currently, at his office in the ever famous Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he was thinking about the picture he was holding in his hands, and was trying to make heads or tails of it. He failed miserably.
"Minerva, what on earth is this?" He asked his deputy, who was standing loyally at his side. She just shrugged.
"It came in the post just seconds ago. And rather unusually, it was delivered by a golden falcon, which disappeared almost as instantly as it appeared." She showed him a single feather to him, one laced with gold and brown flecks. "Aren't those the Egyptian birds?"
"How odd… Egypt, eh?" He trailed off, eyeing the picture again. It was of six people, walking down the street as if they had no idea that they were being photographed. It was non-moving, and extremely blurry, but clear enough to see minor details.
Five guys, one girl. The first guy had wild hair, that was streaked in colors unknown to Albus. He wore what looked like a lot of leather, and had a weird, upside down puzzle around his neck. Behind him, ghostly, was himagain. An exact double, only a bit taller. He was only slightly visible, and Albus had to look extremely closely to see him. How odd! The ghost figure appeared to be chatting away leisurely, though by the looks of it, no-one else could see him.
The second had long, spiked hair and was tall, with a rather normal looking jacket. Nothing looked odd about him, except that he was holding his fists up like he was ready to fight. The next was the girl, wearing a short shirt and a vest top. Her hair was also pretty short, and she looked remarkably happy about something. The fourth guy had a single spike of hair, and looked as ordinary as the second boy. The fifth was wearing a crop top which didn't cover his middle section, and had long hair, complete with Kohl around his eyes. He had an Egyptian vibe to him.
And the last, yet another double act. The last was a timid looking boy, and he was the only one looking directly at the camera. He had what looked like pale hair, and large, nervous eyes. Behind him, there was a duplicate of him, who looked like he was walking backwards with his fist punching the air in an angry manner. Further back on the picture, cut off slightly, was a mass of dark shadows, which passers by were oblivious too.
What a strange picture.
"Minerva, these two boys here," He indicated the first and the last boy, "Have ghosts following them."
"Indeed they do." She answered, glancing at the picture. "Its very odd. Ghosts don't really bother muggles, or anyone, that much."
"And what of these shadows behind this young man here?" He pointed to the timid one again, his brow furrowing. "Maybe these children have links to the stange purple clouds that have been appearing."
"Maybe, sir. Are you sure?"
"Don't know. I think I should investigate further." He flipped over the picture, glancing at the only three words on the back.
Japan, Domino Square.
"Im going to this 'Domino', Minerva. Watch the school for me."
"Are you sure you wont need back-up? This is a very rash decision, Albus."
The old head master only winked slyly, before touching a random picture frame which served as a port key, and vanished.
"I'll take that," Professor Minerva McGonagall sighed, "As a no."
In Domino square, Japan, six teens walked down the road, in deep discussion. To anyone watching, they were a weird group containing misfits. But to anyone knowledgeable, they would know that some of them were the worlds best duellists.
"Yeah, I could knock 'dat sucker flyin'!" Joey randomly boasted, showing off some of his fighting moves. "Bam, kick, yeah!"
Tea and Tristan laughed, whilst Malik found nothing funny about it. He was in an unusually grumpy mood, and when like this, preferred not to be talked too.
"Hey, lighten up there, pal!" Joey threw his arm around Malik's shoulder, who shrugged him off, and decided to walk faster so that he could be left alone. In front, Yugi was having a conversation with Yami, who was gracefully floating behind him.
/If Joey continues to do that, Yami, then Malik's going to be the one sending people flying!/ Yugi shouted mentally, actually sounding serious. Yami laughed inwardly.
/ /Don't worry, other me. I'll stop him if he does anything wrong./ /
/Knowing you, you would probably join in!/
/ /Hey!/ / Yami pouted. / /Im not that bad!/ /
At the very end of the line, another conversation between ghost and living was taking place. This one was less friendly, and was between a certain white haired Hikari and an equally white haired Yami, who was ranting about something Ryou couldn't completely understand.
/ /THEY ARE STILL FOLLOWING?!/ / Came the voice of Bakura, who was snarling at the mass of shadowed souls following them. They cried to him wistfully, and kept asking Bakura to set them free from the shadows. He refused, of course, and found it much more easier to keep shouting at them.
/ /If they were not in the shadow realm already, I would put them there!!/ /
/Why are they still following, Yami?/
/ /Because they have nothing else to do in there free time./ / Came the sarcastic answer.
This happened often; people banished to the realm would find a weak point in the link between earth and there, and then would appear to be set free. Unfortunately, since most of the people followed the ring, aka the thing that put them there, they followed Bakura until it drove him even more insane then there already was.
/Yami, I think there is someone following us./
/ /Ryou, look behind you! There is a CROWD of people following us!!/ /
"No, someone else…" He said it aloud for no real reason, and peered nervously over to the other side of the street. There was a shadowy figure, one wearing so much stuff, Ryou couldn't even tell what gender it was. It seemed to stop moving as soon as Ryou laid his eyes on it, but as Ryou looked away, his could still see it following them in his side vision.
/ /What?!/ /
And then suddenly;
And the figure was gone, leaving Ryou a little dazed by the instant light. That was weird. It seemed to vanish into thin air, like it didn't even exist anymore. Ryou cautiously flicked his chocolate eyes back and forward, but could see nothing of the figure.
"Guys, Parks there!" Yugi's chirpy voice sounded, snapping the white haired boy out of his daze. He jumped, and tried to control the frantic beating of his heart that was telling him that something was wrong. Bakura winced slightly at his Hikari's weird body-language, before roughly poking his light in the shoulder with a semi-transparent finger.
/ /What is wrong with you?/ / He inquired, trying to sound like he didn't care and that it was a casual observation.
/N-nothing, Yami./ Ryou didn't really like the tone he was using, seeing as it was demanding and prying and made him shiver unpleasantly. Bakura cocked and eyebrow, shrugged, and then disappeared back into the ring. Ryou sighed, somewhat glad. The Yami's presence made him nervous and sometimes rendered him speechless.
"Bakura, hurry it up man!" Tristan called to him, from what looked like the other side of the park. Ryou hated places like this, because people always stared at his white hair, or that long, curved scar on his arm, of the paleness of his skin. It made him scared that people would star at him, and so he bowed his head and walked swiftly back to his friends, who were sitting down.
/ /Self-esteem is a good thing, Host. It makes you feel like you are king of the world./ /
Ryou decided not to answer the voice in his head, and instead focused on looking normal; though that was quite impossible.
"Ok, who wants to take the almighty Joey Wheeler on first?"
"That would be me!"
Yugi and Joey both smiled as they began a friendly duel in which everyone was sure was going to be quick, as Yugi always beat Joey in duels like this.
Sure enough, it was over in minutes.
Dumbledore was having trouble finding the children in the city, as small as it was. The two he really wanted to see stood out from the crowd, but to his dismay, seemed to be non-existent.
His search led him into the lower region of Domino, where the streets got rougher. The sun was already setting, and the street lights were reluctantly switching themselves on. Something told him his search would bear more fruit here than where he was looking before, seeing as this area looked more… punkish?
He held up the photo again and scanned it. The area that they were walking in seemed quite different from the one now. Maybe he had got the wrong place? Sighing, he scanned the area again before turning the corner into a slightly better looking neighbourhood. Thankfully, Lady Luck was on his side as he approached a single figure in the shadows of a building.
He had found what he was looking for. He knew as soon as he felt a pulse of magic surge off them, nearly knocking him off of his feet. These boys were indeed powerful; but could they control it? This is what the Headmaster intended to find out...
Snowy white hair, soft, chocolate eyes and pale, smooth skin. The second one of the picture was carrying what looked like shopping towards a flat just in front of Albus. He seemed to be struggling slightly, and near him, was his double again, looking like he wasn't going to make a move to help him anytime soon.
"Hello, Son. Would you like some help with that?"
Ryou nearly jumped out of his skin, which made Bakura go on alert. There was someone wearing a wizard costume standing in front of him, hand outstretched, with a friendly smile on his face.
/ /Don't trust him, Hikari./ / Bakura snarled from his side as the man turned to look at him.
"Are you not going to help him?" Dumbledore asked, oblivious to the two's shared mind link. It was Bakura's turn to go wide eyed, but then he glared again.
"You can see me." He spat venomously.
"Yes." It was said like he could see ghosts all the time, as Ryou noted mentally. "Now, Why are you not helping him carry these bags, young man?" Dumbledore frowned at the answer he received, which was only a shrug.
"I don't want too."
"That's not a nice attitude." Albus scolded, but Bakura wasn't really listening to him.
"What do you want?" He said rather rudely, making Ryou blush for no apparent reason. "Your wasting time-"
"Sorry, sir!" The little Hikari squeaked, bowing respectfully. Bakura hissed at his behaviour, and then sulked because he was cut off before he got to smirk. "He didn't mean that."
/ /You know I did./ /
"And what might your name be?" Dumbledore inquired.
Ryou was studying him with his eyes, but apart from the costume, could find nothing wrong with him. He was just naturally kind with people, and because of this, Bakura had to keep finding ways of drilling it into his head that not all strangers were good, and that one day, he would be killed because of it.
"Ryou Bakura." He shook the mans hand gently, before turning to his Yami.
"And he is Yami Bakura."
"Interesting." Albus inspected Bakura, who was suddenly feeling naked, and so snarled at the man noisily. "Does he haunt you?"
"H-haunt me?" Ryou looked startled.
"You know, does he live in your house and knock things over, or does he just follow you around for no real reason?"
"No…" Ryou now looked uncomfortable. "He lives in my head…"
/ /And don't you forget it./ /
"Oh… Do you want me to get rid-" Albus was cut off by a flailing Bakura, who was determined to get to him even though he couldn't physically hit him.
"You old bastard! You come out of no-where, harass my Hikari and then have the nerve to get rid of me?!" Bakura fumed, stepping in front of his frightened Hikari who was slightly worried about the man. "Do you have no respect!?"
"I didn't mean to offend you, Mr. Bakura." Albus looked genuinely sorry, but Bakura's expression didn't change. "Its just that we don't usually see ghosts following around people of such a young age."
"Well then," The Yami huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now you have."
"Sorry…" Ryou mumbled, still slightly embarrassed. "Who exactly are you, sir?"
"I came from England, when a picture of you and your friends was delivered to Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You see, we recruit magical people to come study under our roof to become great witches and Wizards. Recently, there has been many attacks-"
"Don't care." Bakura yawned, making Albus slightly flustered. But he was going to keep his cool, no matter what.
"These attacks," He continued boldly, "Involve purple shadows-"
"Like the ones that were following us, Bakura-sama." Ryou said dully, and Bakura nodded.
"You've been attacked by these clouds before?"
/ /We've lived in those purple clouds before./ /
"No." Bakura hissed. "But your attacks have nothing to do with us, and so we are leaving." He tried to push Ryou towards the flats door, but his hand sailed through him, and so he gave up and decided to curse angrily to himself.
How interesting. The head teacher thought. It seems they know something about our little problem… but are reluctant to tell me. So, now, I don't have a choice but to do what is necessary…
"Well, if you want, our doors are always open for you; but only if you can do magic." Albus smiled kindly again, a twinkle in his eye. He knew fully well that they had powers, but decided to tease them anyway.
"Magic? Magic?! Hah, mortal! We can do more than magic!!" Bakura was laughing evilly to himself. "We can strip your very-"
"Hah, hah. H-he's joking…" Ryou laughed nervously, earning a look from Bakura. "R-right, Yami?"
Bakura rolled his eyes in frustration. He didn't see where any of this was getting him, and so he turned to Ryou and gave him a stern look, meaning that he should interrogate the man back.
"How do we know that you can do magic?" Ryou questioned, in a tone that made the old man smile even more. It was always nice to see polite young men these days.
Albus reached for his wand (That made the two boys raise there eyebrows) and pointed it at the shopping. In an instant, it was gone, much to Ryou's disbelief.
"Where has it gone?" he asked, panic in his voice. He couldn't buy another lot of shopping; he didn't have that kind of money.
"In your apartment. But that doesn't matter. Can you do magic?"
"We can do magic. Doesn't mean we want to go." Bakura smirked, bearing his pristine white teeth.
"Well, it's a free country. At our school, there are rules-"
"Rules?!" Bakura spat, narrowing his eyes. "I follow no rules."
"There are no more rules for you, just as long as you stay hidden, Mr. Bakura." The head teacher smiled, but it wasn't returned.
"And what exactly will we have to do at this school?"
"We need help with this mystery, and seeing as no-one quite knows what its about, and you do… you get my drift, right?" He winked at Ryou, who smiled happily.
"And our benefits?" Bakura smiled as well, though his was sly and calculating.
"Benefits, Mr. Bakura?" Dumbledore looked quite shocked, but hid it. "Knowing that people around the world will be saved."
"Pathetic. Its not worth it." The Yami drawled. Albus nearly screamed at his slefishness, but held his tongue.
"Well, I was going to invite your little friend… um… the one with the other ghost and that wears leather, to come." Albus didn't really know a nicer way of describing him. "We need to know more about these shadows, if you are willing to co-operate."
"Yugis going." Ryou murmured softly. "I don't mind helping…"
"The pharaoh? Well, then, I am defiantly going! Come, Host, lets pack!!"
/Are you going to try to steal the puzzle?/ Ryou shivered, afraid of the answer.
/ /Nope. Im beyond that./ / The look in Bakura's eye said that he wasn't.
"But Mr, we don't have any details about your school." Ryou felt and looked about ten inches tall when Bakura glared at him harshly for a reason that Ryou could not name. It was probably because Ryou called the man 'Mr'.
"Ah, ah. An owl will arrive at your window soon." Dumbledore looked thoughtful, before turning to Bakura. "Just stay out of trouble. Until then, goodbye."
And he just disappeared into thin air.
"What a weirdo." Bakura mumbled, and entered the flat with his Hikari trailing behind him.
"Yami," Ryou said quietly, "It seems to be very real."
"Im not doubting his magic, Host!" Bakura yelled at him. "Im doubting his mentality! Does he really think we can solve his problem!? Purple shadows my ass!"
Ryou shook his head before opening his door to his apartment, only to find the shopping was in the way of the door. He cocked his head, and then sighed softly.
Dumbledore, who had only apparated round the corner, sighed as softly as Ryou had done a few seconds ago. He had tried to see into the minds of the boy and the spirit; the spirits was locked tight, but the boys wasn't. His memories had flown into the Head masters head, and he was now unscrambling them.
There was a younger looking Ryou with an odd looking item on; a ring with an eye which had points dangling off of it. It was slightly intimidating, yet fascinating all the less. He was talking to himself, murmuring about being useless as he sat on the floor of what looked like his apartment; except it was trashed. Near him, Bakura was smiling toothily as he stroked the young boys hair.
And suddenly, there was purple clouds, invading the background until it had completely change, and Ryou looked frightened. Albus could hear little of what Bakura was yelling;
"… Dawn of… Shadow real… death!!"
Ryou looked even more frightened at his words, but wasn't running away or anything. Instead, he just focused on his hands and not on Bakura.
So. Albus smiled, preparing to apparate again as he squashed the memory down until it nearly faded; nearly. They know something overall. Lets see how much the other two know...
Ishizu Ishtar cradled her own copy of the photo in her arms, and storked her golden falcon which was perched beside her.
"Good job, Kemmet." She purred to it. It had just returned all the way from England. "It begins now."
…Ok, that was it. Is it even worth continuing? I think it sucked… -Crys- -Grabs Ryou-
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