I have wanted to write a Harry Potter/Yu-Gi-Oh! Crossover for a long time now. Here is my feeble attempt. This is set right after the ceremonial duel that Yugi loses. And it takes place during Harry's 5th year. I am a huge Mahaad/Dark Magician fan so he is going to play a major role in this fic. Please read and review! I appreciate constructive criticism.

Chapter 1: The Dark Magician and Mysterious Letters

The day after the ceremonial duel, the gang decided to explore Egypt a bit more before their return back home to Japan. Yami let his lighter half take control, as he was still trying to process all of the memories he had gained during the Shadow Game RPG. And he knew Yugi felt guilty about failing to see him off properly to the afterlife. Ishizu said they would have another chance at the duel, but hadn't specified when it would take place. The gang currently sat in Grandpa Muto's hotel room making plans for the day. Kaiba had flown home the night before telling them that he had a company to run and he didn't have time for an unscheduled vacation. Ryou had left for England a few hours after Kaiba. He had also taken the Ring with him, as everyone was fairly certain Bakura wouldn't resurface. Tea, Yugi and Grandpa all shared the couch while Tristan and Joey finished the remains of their breakfast at the table.

Their hotel was right in the heart of Cairo and they could hear the cars zoom past usually honking angrily at each other. And they could faintly smell the smog that hung in the air, even through the dirty window. The room itself was small but suited their needs. The gray carpet and red wall paper were worn and faded. A set of bland white curtains covered the window along the wall opposite the door. Light streamed in through the dirty window. Grandpa, like most of the gang wore the same clothes as he had the previous day. They consisted of his green overalls, with a white shirt underneath, and a white bandana to keep off the hot Egyptian sun.

Tea wore her black belly shirt that showed her exposed midriff, along with a short red shorts, today instead of a skirt. Joey wore his usual jeans and black sneakers, but wore a white shirt with a blazer to match. Tristan wore jeans, brown hiking boots, and a white shirt with a blue blazer over it. Yugi wore his usual Domino High uniform pants, but only wore a black tank top and left the jacket on his bed. It was too hot for him to consider the jacket.

Yami knew that the Ishtars had offered to let the gang stay with them, but he had politely declined the offer previous evening. He explained to them that Grandpa had already booked their hotel room for the night. Yami felt guilty as he laid on his bed in his soul room and stared up at the ceiling. The Ishtars were uncertain as to their role now, since he hadn't passed on like he was supposed to. Yami wasn't ready to face them yet. He tuned out the chatter as the others talked about what sights they wanted to see. Yami's soul room had changed since he had regained his memories. He now had an Egyptian style room, with typical scenes of daily life adorning the walls. Torches set along the all caused shadows to dance across the paintings, making them took alive. The Pharaoh's thoughts turned to the memories he had regained. The emotion was still raw; the pain fresh. He was still shaken by how many people had died for him. The names and faces flooded his mind: Shadi, Isis, Karim, Shimon, Shada, countless guards, and Mahaad.

Guilt was gnawing at the Pharaoh. He stood, unable to relax any longer. Mahaad had been once of his dearest friends and Yami had forgotten him. Yami's resolve hardened and his hand went instinctively to his Deck and withdrew it from its holster at his hip. As the Pharaoh removed the top card from the pile, he didn't have to look at the card to know which monster's image was on the reverse. It was as if Mahaad knew that his Pharaoh willed him there. "Mahaad, ii rui!" Come to me! The king commanded in his confident baritone voice, that reverberated off the walls of his soul room.

His summon was answered instantly. A tall man dressed in purple robes and armor, appeared in front of him, kneeling respectfully, his head bowed. The magician held his teal green staff in his right hand, while his left touched the ground at his side.

"Mahaad," the Pharaoh acknowledged the bowing man. The man opened his eyes, and fixed his blue eyes on the floor.

"My Pharaoh," Mahaad replied.

The Pharaoh's black boots clicked on the cold stone floor as he crossed the distance between them. Yami raised the priest to a standing position and then impulsively threw his arms around the magician, pinning his arms to his sides.

"I've missed you," the Pharaoh said softly.

The magician closed his eyes. "As have I, my Pharaoh," Mahaad replied softly.

The Pharaoh released Mahaad and stepped back giving him his personal space. As Yami looked at him, his expression changed from one of joy to guilt. Mahaad tentatively took a step forward.

"My king?" The concern was evident in the magician's tone.

"You have served me faithfully for millennia, and I forgot you," the pain was evident in his king's voice. The magician's concerned expression deepened. Mahaad shook his head.

"It was necessary, my king. If you had remembered, you couldn't have sealed away Zork," Mahaad reassured him.

"That does little to ease my pain." The Pharaoh let out a long sigh. "I shall see that you are rewarded. What do you wish of me?"

Mahaad stared at his Pharaoh incredulously, blinking several times. Yami smiled at him encouragingly.

"My only desire is to continue in your service, my king."

Yami searched Mahaad's face and read the sincerity there. "But you are already doing that. Name something else." The king rolled his eyes.

Mahaad cocked his head, going into his classic thinking pose. "I would like to meet Prince Yugi," Mahaad said after a moment or two.

"Granted. But that does not get you off the hook. I will see my servant rewarded for serving faithfully for millennia. You don't want to appear as if you don't appreciate your king's generosity," Yami warned him gently.

Mahaad swallowed nervously. "No, my king," Mahaad replied quickly.

"I will give you time to think it over. Come, let's introduce you to Yugi." Mahaad's eyes widened in shock. Yami chuckled softly.

"Mahaad, you forget I am Pharaoh. I run an efficient bureaucracy," he quipped. Mahaad smiled at that.

Yami led the way across the soul corridor to Yugi's room. Yugi's door was open, but he wasn't inside. The Pharaoh closed his eyes, relaying the message to his Hikari. They didn't have to wait long for Yugi to appear beside his bed. Yami motioned for Mahaad to remain where he was.

"What is the surprise, Yami?" Yugi asked curiously.

"I have someone I want you to meet. You know him quite well." After leaving his light with that cryptic message, Yami waved Mahaad forward.

Yugi gasped in shock and ran forward, as Mahaad sunk into a low bow. Yugi blushed and looked at Yami for an explanation. Yami gave his partner instructions on how to raise Mahaad.

"Yugi, I would like to officially introduce you to the Dark Magician. His name is Mahaad and he is my most loyal servant and devoted friend."

"My Pharaoh is much too kind," Mahaad stated.

"No, you are just too modest," Yami countered.

"I am so honored to finally meet you. You've pulled us out of some pretty tight spots," Yugi said sincerely.

"It is I who feel honored, my Prince," Mahaad said. "What do you want to do?" Yugi asked the magician. The magician's gaze darted back and forth between his two masters.

Yami cleared his throat. "And don't you say, 'Whatever my masters want me to do.' That wasn't the question."

Mahaad blushed slightly. That had been what he was thinking. "A game of senet?" He ventured, knowing that both of his masters liked games. "An excellent idea," Yami approved.

Yugi grinned, excited at the chance to learn a new game. Yami waved his hand and summoned his senet board from his soul room. "Mahaad?" Yami asked as he set up the board.

"Yes, my king?" Mahaad replied. Yami flashed his friend the cocky smile he normally reserved for duels. "You are going to lose," he stated.

Mahaad looked taken aback before replying, "We shall see."

"Since Yugi has never played this before, we will be a team. You take the first roll." Yami handed Mahaad the sticks. Mahaad took them and threw them getting a good roll.

True to the Pharaoh's word, he won, but it was a very close game. "You practice often if you have skills like that," Yami praised Mahaad. Mahaad thought about how jealous the other monsters were going to be when he got back. He got to meet Prince Yugi and play senet with both his masters.

"Now Mahaad, I assume you have had some time to think about what you want as a reward for your service." Yugi looked at Mahaad expectantly and smiled.

"Yeah, Mahaad. What can we do for you?" Yugi asked. Mahaad looked at the floor, overwhelmed by the offer.

He shifted uncomfortably. But he knew he had to give am answer this time. "If it is not too much trouble, may I have your permission to see you more outside of duels?" Mahaad held his breath after posing the question, and closed his eyes, suddenly worried that he might have overstepped his bounds. His anxiety grew as neither of his masters spoke for an inordinate amount of time. Mahaad peeked at his masters and discovered they both wore the same glazed over expression on their faces, indicating that they were talking with one another via their mind link.

His heart started racing and he felt his palms get sweaty. Had he done something wrong? After a tense minute or two, Yami and Yugi refocused on Mahaad who quickly averted his gaze to the floor.

"Mahaad," Yugi spoke, causing Mahaad to tense.

"We have a proposition for you," the Pharaoh elaborated. Mahaad nodded, not trusting himself enough to speak.

"We want to invite you to stay with us," Yugi said happily.

"In the Millennium Puzzle?" Mahaad whispered reverently.

"No," Yugi stated. "We want you to stay in the mortal world with us."

Mahaad's breath caught in his throat and he stared at the duo. "I don't understand," Mahaad said bewildered.

"What Yugi is trying to say is that we are inviting you to stay with us in the mortal realm. If you accept, we will go to your tomb and resurrect you, so that you don't drain my ba."

"My king!" Mahaad cried.

He sank into a bow and slowly prostrated himself before the living Horus. He extended his hands palms down in praise. "I bow myself before the king my lord, seven times, seven times." As Mahaad began his prostrations, he also began reciting the prayers of the cult of the living Pharaoh.

Yami accepted his servant's devotions with regal grace. The Pharaoh was impressed by how comfortable Mahaad was with the elaborate prayers, and made a mental note to ask him about it later. After Mahaad completed the first and longest prayer, Yami spoke. "That will do Mahaad. You may rise."

Mahaad stopped, and blinked a few times before rising, shakily to his feet. Mahaad turned to Yugi and started to bow, when Yugi stopped him with a raised hand, blushing.

"I understand that you appreciate our kindness, but please don't do that to me," Yugi asked.

"As you wish," Mahaad replied fervently.

"Return to the Shadow Realm and put your affairs in order there. I will summon you later today when we arrive at your tomb."

The magician hastily bowed, still in a daze. "Yes, my king!" He replied quickly and vanished into the shadows.

"I'll tell everyone Yami. it was my idea," Yugi said after Mahaad vanished. Yami nodded. "Alright Aibou, I'll be here if you need me," the spirit affirmed.

While Yugi took control of his body to tell his friends of his plans, Mahaad reappeared in his study where he had been reading on scroll that lay on the floor. His mind was racing as he scooped it up and set it on his desk. He made his staff vanish as he grabbed a satchel and began filling it with essential things. He threw open the door and raced down the stairs. "Mana!" He called urgently. "Mana!" He entered the central courtyard in his Egyptian style manor, and still his apprentice was nowhere to be found. He sighed in frustration and returned to the kitchen. He pulled a scrap of ostracon-a piece of broken pottery, and wrote Mana a quick note explaining the situation and left it in the entrance hall for her to find.

This done, Mahaad quickly headed to the warrior's Quarter of the Pharaoh's Deck, where Karim, the Celtic Guardian lived. He too lived in an Egyptian style manor. Mahaad banged on the door urgently with a raised fist. Footsteps slapped against the stone as his comrade in arms and opened the door. Relief flooded Mahaad as he was beckoned inside.

"What can I do for you Mahaad?" Karim asked as he guided his friend to the couch. Mahaad barely registered Karim's broadsword, cloth and whetstone that lay on the coffee table.

"The Pharaoh has granted me permission to be resurrected," Mahaad stated without preamble. Karim started.

"What?! What happened?" He asked confused.

"Pharaoh introduced me to Master Yugi and they talked about rewarded me and decided to resurrect me. Pharaoh commanded me to return to set my affairs in order before he summons me again," Mahaad said breathlessly, his blue eyes filled with wonder.

Karim nodded slowly. "I see," he said finally. "I will take care of things here, with the aid of the Council in your absence. Thank Lord Ra that you just finished your rotation at Karnak. Keep me informed on what the masters say about your service there."

Mahaad nodded firmly. "I will. I have my scrying bowl with me. Please watch over Mana for me and make sure she doesn't get into trouble, especially with enemy magicians or Blue Eyes."

Karim smiled. "I will try my best, my old friend. We will use my offering stone in place of yours correct?" Karim asked, searching Mahaad's face for confirmation.

Mahaad cocked his head, thinking. "No, keep using mine. I'll let you know if you need to switch. The Ishtars have been reciting my invocation offering the most out of all the fallen priests lately. It is the safest bet," Mahaad stated.

Karim had more questions about the day's events that he wanted to ask. He opened his mouth, but then Mahaad stood suddenly, as if someone only he could hear had called his name. He had often seen Mahaad act this way, and occasionally acted this way himself. It was the call of one's signature summon. Mahaad nodded firmly to Kairm in parting.

"May Horus protect you Kairm,"

"You as well Mahaad. You had better not keep the masters waiting."

But after Mahaad had intoned the prayer, he vanished as Karim finished his sentence. It felt like only a few minutes had passed since he had knelt before his masters the first time and now he was doing it again. Yami quickly raised the bowing magician. Mahaad felt different and could feel the powerful energy-his king's ba supporting him. Mahaad gasped in shock. They stood outside of a sealed doorway, at the bottom of a staircase, carved into the rock of the cliffs on the west side of the Nile.

Mahaad looked at the door in wonder. They were really at the entrance to his tomb! Mahaad hadn't noticed the other figures behind his masters. Yugi was in spirit form, looking earnestly at Mahaad his eyes shinning with anticipation. There were others on the steps to his tomb. Mahaad recognized his previous master, Solomon Mouto, several of Yugi's friends, and several Egyptians were clustered around the sealed doorway.

"I know this isn't the time for introductions, we will have time for that later," the Pharaoh spoke authoritatively. His amethyst eyes swept the faces of those who surrounded him.

"Ishizu, Mairk and Odion, please follow Mahaad and I into the tomb. The rest of you may do as you please until we return." Joey, Tea and Trisitan looked crestfallen at not being allowed to accompany their friend, but understood that they wouldn't be of much help, and would just get in the way. Tea also sensed this was going to be a deeply significant and private moment for Mahaad.

The Ishtars nodded. Satisfied, the Pharaoh faced the sealed door that bore his own personal seal as well as that of Mahaad. "W'peh!" Open! He commanded and the seals and the sealed door behind it crumbled to dust. Yami gestured for Mahaad to preceded him, it was his tomb after all. As soon as the others had entered Mahaad spoke a different command. "A'max!" Burn! The torches that lined the room, flared to life. The Pharaoh's high school uniform shimmered and changed into his robes of pharaonic authority. Ishizu stepped forward to assist him with his blue cloak and the double red and white crown. He also wore a large gold collar that reflected torchlight when he moved. He nodded his appreciation to Ishizu, his ankh earnings jingling softly. His kohl lined eyes swept the scene before him, making him look more Egyptian. "Let us begin," he announced.

Several hours later the rituals were complete. Mahaad could feel that his senses were sharper than they had been in a long time, at least in the mortal world. He still felt a bit weak and sat against the wall to steady himself. "Are you alright?" The Pharaoh asked, crouching down in front of the magician.

"I will be In a moment, my king." Mahaad replied. A minute or so later he stood with the assistance of Yami and Odion.

"Why is he weak?" Marik asked. "I thought when someone got resurrected they would be in a state of physical perfection," Marik stated, perplexed.

"I didn't complete all of the spells. Had I done so, Mahaad would dwell with the gods," Yami explained.

"Thank you, my Pharaoh," Marik replied.

Together the five Egyptians exited the tomb and Yami resealed it, pressing both his and Mahaad's signet rings into the now soft clay.

The rest of the gang was gone. Yugi took control as Yami had used a lot of magic. Yami sent a wave of appreciation down the mind link. Yugi wondered where everyone had gone. They could be anywhere in Cairo by now. He fished his cell phone out of his pocket, and was struck with just how normal it was, after participating in an Egyptian ritual for several hours. His phone buzzed and he opened the text from Tea, informing him that she had gone with the others to wait for them at the hotel. Yugi felt a twinge of guilt as he mounted the steps into the sunlight. They had been gone for several hours, as no one was sure how long the ritual was going to take.

Mahaad fought down the feeling of panic that threatened to overwhelm him.

He was alive again.

Yugi interrupted his train of thought and officially introduced him to the tomb keepers. Mahaad inclined his head briefly to Ishizu as she had been introduced last. "Thank you, Lady Ishtar. Thank you for always giving us the invocation offerings We should have died without them." Yugi was somewhat shocked to see Ishizu's cheeks turn pink. "You're welcome," she said, and smiled weakly, hoping he hadn't seen.

Mahaad hadn't noticed. He stepped into the sunlight and sighed in pleasure closing his eyes. "The way you are acting you could be a sun worshipper," Marik quipped, folding his arms. "I am," Maahad replied, his eyes still closed. /I remember that feeling./ Yami's drained voice came from within the Puzzle. Yugi nodded.

The gang made their way back to the hotel, using the jeep Odion had driven there. Ishizu was glad he was driving, because she hated driving in the chaotic, busy streets of Cairo. Odion dropped them off and joined them once he parked. Mahaad was wearing a tan loose fitting robe and sandals, in place of his Dark Magician garb. He felt lighter than normal and missed the familiar weight of his armor. Once they reach their hotel room, they could hear Joey and Tristan laughing inside. Mahaad stood off to the side until Yugi introduced him to everyone.

Ishizu informed everyone she and Marik would be happy to give them a tour of the city. Even though Yugi was a bit tired he nodded his agreement along with everyone else. Mahaad watched the interchange with interest. "What do you want to see Mahaad?" Yugi asked. Mahaad started.

"The Pyramids?" He said uncertainly.

"That breaks the tie, we see the Great Pyramid first!" Yugi grinned.

When everyone had come back to the hotel from a long day of sight seeing, Odion greeted them at the hotel with a confused expression. "What is wrong?" Marik asked, stepping forward.

"Nothing, Master Marik, but there were just several letters that were delivered by owl to Mr. Muto's hotel room." Everyone broke into speculation about what it could mean as they ascended the stairs to see what they contained.

*****

Half a world away, Harry Potter was tired to waiting for news. He had sat all day under his aunt and uncle's dying flowerbed, to hear nothing about Lord Voldemort's activities. He was so desperate for news about the Wizarding world that he convinced himself he heard someone Apparating. Now he sat the only swing Dudley's gang had left intact at the park, trying to deal with his conflicting emotions. He watched as Dudley's gang came out of an alleyway pushing their expensive bikes beside them as they parted ways. Harry wanted to go confront them, but knew that Sirius wouldn't be pleased. As he watched Dudley's gang, he wondered where Piers had gone. He had been with the gang earlier in the day. Harry shrugged. He probably was still beating up some little helpless kid.

Harry slowly stood up. Uncle Vernon had threatened to lock him in the shed if he came home after Dudley.

*****

Piers grinned as he finally released the kid and threw the boy roughly to the ground, pocketing his money. Piers was having a good day, he was wearing his favorite jeans, and black tank top. The terrified boy cowering in front of him, wore holey jeans and ripped t shirt. The boy jumped up and fled the alley and Piers laughed as he sprinted away, almost tripping over himself in his desire to flee.

Piers looked up and spied another victim passing by the entrance of the alleyway. The teen wore jeans and a light blue and white striped shirt, with a short sleeved jacket. His eyes were downcast as he slowly made his way in front of the alley. The freak had white hair and pale skin and he was so consumed in his thoughts that he didn't see Piers standing there. Piers grinned wickedly. This was going to be too easy. He made his move, and snuck up on the teen, dragging him into the alleyway and pinning him roughly against the wall. The boy gasped in pain as his head smacked the wall behind him. There was fear in his brown eyes. "Give me your money and I won't beat you up!" Piers demanded, confident that he had the situation under control. "P-p-lease don't h-hurt me!" He whimpered, his eyes wide with fear.

Then all of the sudden the cowering boy's demeanor changed completely. His expression changed to to a sinister, sadistic looking smile. And Piers thought he imagined seeing a dim flash of light under the boy's shirt.

In one motion, the boy had escaped from his grasp, and stood confidently in front of Piers, in a wide stance, his arms folded. He laughed darkly, and the laughter send chills down Piers' spine.

"I will teach you a lesson you will never forget mortal!" Even though the sun was already setting, Piers swore it got darker in the alleyway and the shadows danced along the walls, as if anticipating something. "You will pay dearly for crossing paths with me, I assure you!" He laughed again, as a large round object glowed beneath his shirt. "Let's play a little game, shall we? The Shadows are hungry; best not to keep them waiting!" Piers screamed as the darkness fully engulfed them.

A few minutes later Bakura smirked as he rolled over the soulless body with his foot, and checked his pockets. He pulled out the boy's wallet and slunk away from the alley.

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