Alright, so this a rewrite of Technicolor. I've gotten a bit more confident in my writing, which also means I can take criticism more. Originally there was a bit of criticism about how Atem was portrayed, I thought the reviewers were crazy and then kind of lost motivation to write. A few months ago, I looked back through the story and realized, 'Wow, there really are issues with how Atem is portrayed'.
So I've gone back and rewritten over a hundred pages, including, but not limited to, revamping the entire plot, changing the group dynamics, making a system for shadow magic (might be a bit OP, considering reworking it), and most importantly changing up personalities. I've bent both Harry Potter and Yu-Gi-Oh story lines and their are some OC characters/moments, but I'm mostly happy with this version :). By no means am I finished writing this, but I think I can actually get this sucker finished in a year or two.
This is a Yugioh centric story; do not expect too much from the Harry Potter characters. Marik will not receive his own sections until a bit later, for reasons that will be revealed. All credit for character design goes to Kazuki Takahashi and J.K. Rowling. Please support their work.
Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this!
Harry sighed as he began to step away from the window. With the mysterious new guests' arrivals, this year would not doubt be interesting, to say the least. The problem was, was interesting really that great? Each 'interesting' year in which he had attended at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had been forced to face his arch-nemesis in fights to the death or near death, in the case of Voldemort. It was unlikely that this year would pose much of a different routine. In fact, sometimes he knew that he would give the world just to be like a normal student for a day. To have a mother and father, to be average at magic, to not be exalted every waking moment of the day as 'the Boy Who Lived'. Why couldn't he be like Neville; ordinary, simple and content. He grimaced, Neville was a bit off though. Always so quiet and gawky, and his grandmother was crazy. Why didn't his parents stop her? In fact… Harry furrowed his brow, why had he never seen Neville's parents when he went off to Hogwarts. Maybe they were some Ministry bigwigs…. Perhaps he should choose a different ordinary bloke, like… A gasp from Ron suddenly snapped him from his inner reverie and he glanced over at his friend. "What? What is it Ron?"
The red head grabbed him by collar, pulling them cheek-to-cheek, and forced him to look out the window. "L-Look at that! What the bloody hell is that?" He squeaked nervously, pointing a trembling finger at the sky.
Harry's green eyes widened as they were ensnared by the subject seizing all of the students' attention. Nervous questions flew around the crowd at the speed of a raging dragon, because no one knew exactly what that roiling blob of darkness was. Murmurs of the dark arts and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named became the center of conjured theories and questions while the darkness steadily expanded.
The black hole bubbled thickly, shadows bleeding ominously into the grey tinted thunderheads; Hermione leaned forwards out the window to get a better view, all warnings falling on deaf ears. "What is that? It almost looks like a hurricane, but in a concentrated area. It is moving though… Perhaps a bewitched storm?" She mused, only showing curiosity at the sight of the strange phenomenon occurring in front of her eyes.
"Are you bloody mad? T-That is no storm, Hermione!" Ron screeched as he shoved Harry away and waved his arms wildly towards the vortex of shadows.
Suddenly, a blond shock of hair dropped from the pit like a rock, a mere fifty meters from the on looking students. Attached to him was something fluffy and white, seemingly intent on remaining latched firmly to his neck.
The two beings were yelling incomprehensibly at each other, voices lost in the distance.
Hermione pulled out her wand, "Sonorus"
"-bloody fault! If you hadn't of jumped when I told you not to, we wouldn't be falling, you fucking git!" The white fuzz bellowed back, jerking the blonde's head back and forth in a break-neck motion. "I should let you hit the ground and be squashed like the roach you are, you damned demon! What the hell were you thinking?"
"You wouldn't dare! You'd be charged for murder and you'd never get into the competition." The blond retorted as he flipped his companion onto his back. "Now get us back into the shadow realm before we both die!"
"You just dropped us in a bloody bad spot! I need darkness to open up the portal! I told you not to jump!" The white haired man wailed, before turning towards the ground and stretching out a hand in concentration.
A few students shrieked as the two neared the ground and Hermione waved her wand, "Wingardium Leviosa!" The spell flew toward the duo, but missed them by feet. The witch gasped, "Wingardium Leviosa!" Before the spell could reach them, the white blob waved his hand and a small shadowy vortex in the exact shape of the duo's shadows cracked the ground beneath the two, saving them from a quick and sloppy demise. It instantly disappeared along with the vanishing of the men and their shadows, and the shadow vortex mysteriously suspended in the sky slowly dissipated without leaving any evidence of its brief existence.
The students were silent, staring in awe at the now innocent looking clouds and ground.