Egyptian Sorcery

By AlantisB (and Nemi!)

"'Course Dumbledore trusts you. He's a trusting man, isn't he? Believes in second chances. But me -- I say there are spots that don't come off, Snape. Spots that never come off, know what I mean?" -Moody

"Minister, your time is short. If you do not call back the boy, I fear that you shall have the blood of these students on your hands." The Bloody Baron warned, floating off to the side of the teacher's table. Professor Flitwick shivered and sank further in his seat. He never did like ghosts and as far as he was concerned, the Baron was the worst of them all, even Peeves.

"Far worse than blood," the Dark magician crooked out, leaning heavily on his staff. The shadow seemed to coo over him and try to help the tall being to stand up.  But its every touch wracked the Duel Monster with pain. "Far, far worse than blood," he continued painfully.

Legolas watched the drama unfold in the Great Hall with trepidation. Things were going down hill far too fast for his liking and he had to break it up somehow. One look at the Dark Magician Girls, the Dark Sages, the Magicians of Black Chaos, and the rest of Meioh's extensive family made him fear for his life. He was just a newly made Shadow teacher, how could he defeat them all? He wasn't that strong, even with the extra boost from an apprentice in the art of shadow battling.

The fact that the Slytherin table was against a wall was one thing to be thankful for, it allowed him to sneak up to where Draco was placed at the table, near the middle, and no one could see him. Yami and his psychosis being the focus of all in the Hall helped his movements greatly.

"Perhaps I should fetch M--Yugi, and return him to the school," he said quietly to Draco, startling the Slytherin yet again from the drama. He turned slightly in his seat and narrowed his eyes at the Shadow teacher.

"Why don't you?"

"I don't know where this Azkaban is, Master, and you're usually so observant of these things." Legolas muttered back with sarcastic wit. He didn't think he wanted to pick up Yugi anyway. He didn't want to see his former master in such a state that he may be in if Yami was anything to judge by.

"Legolas, do something!" Draco replied with a bit of an edge. He had never seen his friend so unusually dark like he is now, which is why he had thought his friend might be a Gryffindor when he was going to be sorted. But seeing the way Yami is now, and what he knew of their supposed merging, it made him see the potential Yugi had for becoming a Dark wizard.

Legolas pushed some of the students to make room and sat down, calmly drinking from Draco's pumpkin juice. The students grumbled about the extra person seated but didn't take their eyes off the show. He snorted in disgust, how could they be observant if they never bothered to take their eyes off the show? Weren't Slytherins supposed to be observant?

"What are you doing, elf?!"

"Having my last meal before our timely deaths," said Legolas.

The conversation started to attract some of the monsters. The Dark Magicians gravitated towards Legolas and watched him with hawk eyes. "The not-elf has come out to play?" one said, sounding distracted and amused but not all there, "Silly thing trying to cleanse yourself of the taint of your first life, trying to be a real elf that you stole a hero's name.  Silly yrch."

Legolas glared at the dark magicians. It was time to try and break up the show, even if it managed to kill him. But no one was allowed to call him a yrch, it was more than just a passing insult. "I am calmly sitting here having a meal, which you have rudely interrupted. If you would kindly move? You are blocking the view of the Pharaoh." He sneered. It was easy for Draco to see why the Celtic Guardian had become his Shadow Teacher-- he was sarcastic and had balls, more than Meioh anyway.

The distinctly insane green and red Dark Magician mockingly bowed and stepped to the side.  The Pharaoh was there, blood red eyes gleamed in unholy amusement, shadow writhing like flames and reaching for Legolas. "Dirty Yrch," Yami smirked.

Legolas hissed slightly, hurt by the insult coming from his former master. He knew the Pharaoh had learned of the history of his kind. Orcs had become duel monsters to shed the darkness of their previous lives using reincarnation. It was a process that they hoped could finally allow them to the Halls of Mandos.  In their new forms, the new monster elves often took on hero names of true elves and he had chosen Legolas.

Legolas snarled as he slammed his hands on the table, his anger finally getting to him. "Thats enough! I am an elf," his form shimmered before the eyes of the Great Hall, showing his true elf form with the extremely long pointy ears and the marking under his eyes. His clothes flowed with a swift current of magic into the barbarian armor of his dueling garb. "I am not a yrch anymore!"

"Dirty Yrch, not even one of the first ones, born from orcs, lived an orc, died an orc.  Banned from after life," Yami smirked and tugged on the armor of his Dark Magician, even as the monster winced as more shadow licked his form. "Quendi, even Avari, don't have markings under their eyes, and they don't wear armor like that."

 "Dirty disgusting orc trying to be what its not," the other Dark Magicians taunted from all around him causing the Slytherin students to try and hide under the table as the monsters floating around where Legolas was sitting. A few Slytherins escaped and ran to hide behind the teacher's table.

Black flames flickered and briefly licked at Yami's form, drawing scraps of light out, his hikari's touch.

"I am an elf, a new race of elves, a warrior elf. I am a monster of the Shadow Realm." Legolas clenched his fists, forcing himself to not draw his sword on the Pharaoh. He could not be a traitor and go against the one he had sworn to, even if he was Draco's card now. Draco was to be the Pharaoh's priest and thus he was also forced to serve the Pharaoh too. "I am an elf, not a yrch."

"Monster elf," Yami said, putting stress on the first word, his form shaking and flickering with anticipation.  Suddenly he lunged out and putting his arms into the monster, through him. He embraced him and pulled him close, drawing white flames out of Legolas's body.  "Sacrificed so many times for him, his touch his deep in you, give it to me!" He hissed loudly into one delicately pointed ear. His arms came out the other side of the elf, folded over him in a hug, marred with blood though there was no wound.

Legolas hunched over in pain, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth. The pain! He felt parts of himself being ripped out from his very core, his essence. "No..! N-No.." He trailed off weakly.

"Give me my Hikari's touch.  More mine than yours.  Can drink it all in with out eating you all up, give it to me."

"M-mine.. i-it's my g-gift from him," Legolas rasped, his hands itching to try and pull Yami out but he wouldn't dare to touch him. It would suck out more of the light. "..M-mine-"

"Mine.  He is MINE."  The voice was forceful, but full of pain and ragged.  "Give him back to me."

"It's not him," his voice was weaker now. "No matter how much you get, it won't be him."

The painful truth hurt, it sting Yami down to his core. The spirit twisted, throwing the elf clear across the great hall, sending the body tumbling over the heads of the students to crash into the far wall, roaring like a tortured animal ending in the shrilling, dying scream of a rabbit.

"Legolas!" Draco rushed over to the fallen Celtic Guardian. He didn't even think of the consequences as he kneed down to check if he was hurt. "Legolas," he whispered as he tried to put the monster on his back. It was the bond of the Shadow teacher and student that had caused him to rush over without thinking. To make him, Draco Malfoy, act like a sodding Gryffindor.

The spirit was on his knees nimbus of pure light hovering above and around him.  He was shaking and covering his face, his body becoming a more solid existence--to become something recognizably human, with skin and clothing and hair. He was screaming, "Aibou!  Aibou!" The Dark Magicians were swept with him, staggering under the force of his emotions.

"This has gone far enough!" The minister yelled over the scream. "You are out of hand. The boy has stolen souls and nothing will change the decision made by the Board of Governors and myself. He will stay in Azkaban where dark wizards such as him should be, locked behind bars."

The small form quieted. The body was shifting, rapidly flickering.  First leather clad, armor and a cape from hundreds of years ago, then a long cloak and gold, bare chest.  The shifting moved faster and randomly moving. And it settled, and the pharaoh stood up, Ra, his heavenly father, rose and set upon his head.  Darkness and Time curled at his feet like hunting dogs leaving he-who-was-pure, the core there for all to see.  It was the Nameless Pharaoh.

Eyes of blood stared at Fudge's watery ones and with regal slowness he raised his arm up, palm out. Meioh was the first Dark Magician to notice the change that had come over his Master and he gasped in awe.

The Pharaoh had returned.

At least temporarily.

Fudge, the coward that he was, surprised all in the Great Hall by standing where he was. He would not back down from this spirit. The decision was final.

"...aritu-na auset em uaa hru t'a neter; sesep-a em-bah Ausar em ta en maaheru, en ka en Ausar Ari..." The pharaoh murmured.

"May there not be a seat for you in the boat when the gods go forth, may you not be received into Osiris's presence in the land of triumph," Meioh rapidly translated along with Yami, looking pale and upset.

The Pharaoh blinked.  "I am Horus on Earth. I am the son of Ra. I am He-Who-Shattered-His-Soul-For-The-Sake-Of-The-World. As if I'd slept a thousand years underwater I wake into a new season. I am the blue lotus rising. I am the cup of dreams and memory opening--I, the thousand-petal flower." He spoke some more and then raised the hand flexed marginally, fingers stiffening and spreading as he pronounced his punishment on the foolish man, "SOUL SHA--"


 The pharaoh's hand was stopped as everyone's heads turned as one to see a boy stumbling in with the help of some aurors. In the blink of an eye the Pharaoh was gone, leaving a boy in muggle leather clothing behind, fading into blackest shadows which rushed his Aibou.

The silvery bits of light joined with the young one and the tortured pharaoh's aura as the darkness tried to merge. Slowly, Yami slid down his other's form, weeping.  Kneeling as a supplicant, forehead pressed to the tops of Yugi's feet, fingers curved around the backs of his ankles.

"Yami," a tired voice said, cracked and dry, quiet.  You could hear a pin drop in the hall. The spirit raised his head and Yugi pet him tenderly. "T-they told me what you did.  Please give them their souls back for me, please?"  His voice was reedy but the shadow god nodded silently, eyes adoringly upon his Aibou.

Yugi looked over at the brown-haired girl, Hermione and Ron, whose body was also slumped over as if sleeping. Both had had their souls sucked out in the matter of time it took the outside world to realize the hostage situation in Hogwarts and to get Yugi out of prison to stop the maddened spirit.

"I didn't destroy any souls," he said in the voice of a small child trying to impress their parents.

Yugi smiled and caressed his face more, "I'm happy.  They're just sleeping now, right?" Another happy nod under his hands made the smile wider.

A phoenix sung quietly as it entered the hall. Several students and teachers who had at one point in time visited the Headmaster's office could tell it was Fawkes. He swooped down. Yami pressed into Yugi's hands like a cat, hugging him around his knees as the large bird dropped the puzzle back around Yugi's neck. The spirit and the boy slowly merged together.

Meioh absently recited the next lines from what the pharaoh had quoted.

"At dawn the sun rises naked and new as a babe; I open myself and am entered by light. This is the joy, the slow awakening into fire as one by one the petals open, as the fingers that held tight the secret unfurl. I let go of the past and release the fragrance of flowers.

I open and light descends, fills me and passes through, each thin blue petal reflected perfectly in clear water. I am that lotus filled with light reflected in the world. I float content within myself, one flower with a thousand petals, one life lived a thousand years without haste, one universe sparking a thousand stars, one god alive in a thousand people."