Disclaimer: Nothing has changed since the last chapter. I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter.

Note: in an attempt to make up for my horribly long absense...here's the next chapter . R/R and enjoy!

Chapter 14: The Triwizard Tournament

September melted into October without much incident (unless you count Seto discovering the section in the Library devoted to dragons), and before the students knew it, bulletins had appeared in each of the common rooms announcing the immenent arrival of the foreign students. Excited rumors began flying about the other schools and what they would be like, and what the tournament itself would be like. Fred and George began talking about entering, as did many others, some more loudly than others.

"Just think about it...eternal glory," Ron said to Yugi on Friday as they headed back to Gryffindor Tower to put their belongings away. "That would be bloody brilliant."

"Eh, I've already got that, at least in the game world," Yugi said, "and believe me, it's not all it's cracked up to be."

"Maybe, but still," Ron said with a sigh. "It's nice to dream."

Yugi and Harry exchanged looks. Oh well, if he got the chance, let him learn the hard way.

Indeed it is nice to dream, Bakura thought as he watched the exchange from his soulroom. But I'd prefer to do more than dream little Pharaoh. A cat ate the canary smirk crossed his face. Indeed, he would be doing more than dream. Much more.

Soon enough October 30th came and the entire school had been herded outside to await the arrival of the two foreign schools. Excited whispers ran through the crowd of students as they were arranged by height. Yugi, unfortunately, ended up separated from the rest of his (snickering) friends and wound up standing next to a boy named Colin Creevey who was talking his ear off about Harry. He cringed slightly, feeling sorry for Harry. He knew what it was like to have obsessive fans...and people trying to kill you. Eventually, the teachers came by quieting everyone down. They waited.

"How are they going to be arriving?" Ryou asked Hermione.

"No one knows," Hermione said. "Well I mean the teachers might, but no one else does."

"Oh," Ryou said. "What about the train?"

"It's possible, but not likely," Hermione said. "In a tournament like this it's more likely they'll want to make some sort of flashy entrance."

Rather like some duelists I know, Ryou thought, glancing at Yugi who appeared to be lost in thought, ignoring Colin.

After what seemed like an eternity, the students began to grow restless. It was then that several students spotted something and shouts of "look" began to come, although some were more creative ("What the hell is that?" Malik had asked, resulting in him getting elbowed in the ribs by Seto. "Ow! What was that for?" "You talk too much," Seto said).

Yugi followed Malik's gaze to the sky over the lake. Sure enough, something was coming toward them fast and it was becoming more and more apparent that this something was very large. When it came into view, it proved to be a giant blue carriage flown by several large Pegasus' (the realization of this made Seto twtich in annoyance). After it landed, a large woman stepped out followed by a dozen or two boys and girls who were obviously not dressed for the weather.

/Oh look, they're unprepared for the weather/ Bakura said, snickering slightly.

/Yami!/ Ryou said. /That's rather cruel, don't you think?/

/Yes, and? Cruel is what I do...I don't do nice/

Ryou groaned. His yami was hopeless.

Walking over to the headmaster, the giant of a woman greeted him like an old friend, then proceeded inside with her students to await the arrival of the Durmstrang representatives (and presumably prevent her students from freezing in their thin robes). After the group had disappeared from sight, attention returned to the castle grounds and the imminent arrival of the other foreign school.

The wait for Durmstrang proved to be much shorter. Within a few minutes of the arrival of Beauxbatons', the students heard a noise from the direction of the lake. Everyone craned their necks to look as a large old fashioned boat that looked like something out of a pirate movie appeared out of a whirlpool in the middle of the Black Lake. As the group from the boat disembarked and approached, excited whispers broke out among the Hogwarts students. All about someone named Victor Krum.

Ryou looked over at his friends. He raised an eyebrow at Ron who looked as excited as the girls. (/Stupid fanboy/ Bakura said, causing Ryou to shush him). Fred and George leaned forward. "He's obsessed," they said in unison, earning a glare from Ron. Yugi snickered.

As soon as the group from Durmstrang had passed into the castle, the students were allowed to file into the Great Hall and to their seats for dinner. Beauxbatons and Durmstrang came in behind them, looking around for a bit before moving off to sit down at the Ravenclaw and Slytherin tables respectively. Victor Krum, or at least who Malik assumed to be him came over to him.

"Is that seat taken?" he asked, pointing to an empty one next to him.

"No," Malik said. Krum nodded and sat down next to him. Looking over, Malik saw Malfoy shooting him a withering glare. Smirking, he turned his attention to the older boy next to him who was dishing food onto his plate. "So, you're Victor Krum, right? The Kwidy-ditch player, right?"

Krum gave him an odd look. "Ya, I am Krum," he said. "You sound as if you do not know Quidditch."

"Nope," Malik said. "Never even heard of it before this year."

Krum looked slightly puzzled. "But you are almost my age."

"Yeah," Malik said, "but I didn't end up getting a letter until this year. Long story and I'd rather not go into it."

"That is most unusual," Krum said.

"You're telling me," Malik muttered.

Over at the Gryffindor table, Ron kept shooting glances over at the Slytherin table. At least if Krum had to sit over there he had chosen someone decent to sit with. "I still don't see why he didn't sit over here," Ron said.

"Who knows," Yugi said, shrugging. He really didn't care either way, but Ron was starting to get annoying.

"Excuse me, but are you done wiz zee Boullabaise?"

Yugi looked up and gawked, effectively dropping a chopstick. Blushing, he ducked under the table to pick it up. Ron wasn't much better off, blushing and stuttering about how good it was. Ryou, being the only one with a clear head, came to their rescue.

"Here," he said, handing her an untouched bowl. "We're not using it."

"Thank you," she said as she took it.

"What did you tell her that for?" Ron asked as she walked away.

"Well we weren't," Ryou said.

"Ron, will you control yourself," Hermione said.

"I don't know what came over me," Ron said. "She has to be a Veela."

"Hormones came over you, Ron," Hermione snapped. "And she is not a Veela."

"How do you know?" Ron asked.

"Nobody else was drooling like a moron," Hermione said.

"Yugi was affected," Ron defended, causing the other boy to become very interested in his plate.

"But Ryou wasn't," Hermione countered.


"Um guys, what's a Veela?" Ryou asked.

"They're somewhat like sirens," Hermione explained.

"Oh, I see," Ryou said.

By the time the desserts had come and gone, Yugi was truly amazed that no blood had been shed. He had looked over at the Slytherin table a couple of times to see Malik and Draco engaged in a glaring contest and at least once a knife was being driven into the table. When Dumbledore stood up, it broke off said glaring contest (which was a great relief to all watching it) and an anticipant hush fell on the Great Hall.

"I would like to take a moment to say a few words," Dumbledore said. "First of all, welcome to our guests," there was a pause and scattered applause, but for the most part, everyone was too anticipant to really care about that sort of thing. ("Does he always talk this much?" Yugi whined. "Yup," Ron said). "Second, I would like to invite Mr. Ludo Bagman up here to explain to you how this tournament is going to work."

Ludo Bagman got up, looking about as excited as the students as he began explaining the rules of the tournament. Everyone listened intently as he explained the proceedure for entering, and the prize. Things went downhill, however, after that, because that's when he mentioned the age restriction.

There was an outburst of outraged muttering. A dark look came over Ryou's normally soft features and if anyone had been listening, they would've heard him swear in Japanese. Fortunately everyone was too preoccupied with the current announcement. Bagman tried and failed several times to quiet the hall before Dumbledore stood to intervene. Slowly the chatter died away, leaving the Prof. free to speak.

"I would like you to understand that this is for your own safety," Dumbledore said. "The tournament is dangerous and we want to minimize the risk involved. Now," he opened a box that was sitting on the teacher's table and pulled out a very plain goblet. With a flourish, a blue flame came to life inside it, thus oficially beginning the triwizard tournament. "Let the tournament begin."

With a final word, the students were dismissed. Making sure no one was watching, Malik slipped out of the group of Slytherins and doubled back toward the entry hall. Bakura followed. Neither stopped walking or looked back until they had come to a deserted corridor. Opening a random classroom door, Malik stepped inside followed a minute later by the spirit. Malik turned to face him.

"Okay, so what are we going to do now?" Malik asked.

"Enter anyway," Bakura said simply. "We'll just have to do it when no one's looking."

"How?" Malik asked.

"I'm dead," Bakura said. "I don't think the rules are going to apply to me."

"You'll have to make sure Yami doesn't find out," Malik said.

"That will be easy enough," Bakura said. "You still in?"

"Of course," Malik said, then took out a quill and parchment and wrote down his name and school. "Here," he handed it to Bakura, "You'll have to enter me."

Bakura nodded, then tore the parchment in half and wrote his name and school on the other half. He put both papers in his pocket and turned to leave.

"So when are you going to enter?" Malik asked.


Indeed, true to his word, Bakura found himself lurking in the shadows outside the doorway to the goblet at 11:41. Peering around the frame quickly, he saw that Moody was still in there and withdrew his head from sight. Damn them, he thought. Trust Dumbledore to have a teacher on patrol. Eventually Moody left, however, and Bakura took his chance—before another teacher came—and put the two names into the goblet. As he had expected, he was met with no resistance. Smiling, he made his way out of the room and back to the common room. He knew that if he or Malik was chosen, they would catch hell, but they would cross that bridge when—not if—they came to it.