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/Yami to Hikari/

\Hikari to Yami\

"Spirit talking"

Chapter One

Harry looked at the object before him curiously. It was gold with the Eye of Horus on it. It was a circlet for a head. A falcon had dropped it off in front of him before leaving. He knew better than to just touch the object, but it was like something had compelled him to touch the bracelet. So he did.

/Aibou./ Harry froze, eyes shooting around the area. Was this another thing like the diary two years ago? He was in trouble if it was! /Aibou, I wouldn't hurt you like that./

\Aibou? What's that?\ Harry thought in confusion. He stiffened when he got an answer.

/It means partner./

\Partner? Who are you? Where are you?\

/I reside inside the bracelet. So long as you have it on your person, I shall be able to protect you./

\So you're a guardian spirit?\

/Yes and no./ Harry gasped as a near copy of himself appeared before him. The boy had cobalt eyes instead of emerald green. "My name is Haru. I have resided inside that object for over a millenium. At the same time as my Pharaoh was imprisoned into his Puzzle."

"Puzzle?"

"Seven objects, similar to my focus, were forged a long time ago. a Puzzle, like an upside down pyramid, a ring that is a circle with points and the Eye of Horus in the center, an eye that looks like the Eye of Horus, an ankh, a rode with an orb on top with the Eye of Horus, the scales, and a necklace."

"And the bracelet?"

"I was like you, a wizard. However, I could use their Shadow magic as well. I too, was a parselmouth. I was Apep's Priest."

"Why were you imprisoned?"

"So that I could save the world when a prophecy came true." Harry stiffened as he heard footsteps on the stairs. He quickly hid the bracelet.

"BOY!" His uncle threw the door open. "What is the meaning of this?" In his hand was a letter which was covered in stamps. Harry paled.

"An...an invitation."

"What is this Quidditch?"

"It's a sport in my world." He noticed his uncle seemed unable to see Haru. "My friend's father gt tickets to go to the world cup." His uncle was turning purple.

"You won't be going."

"What? Why?"

"Because your ticket to Japan has already been bought. You will be going with us."

"I'll pay the money back."

"With what? Your freak money?" Harry flinched, noticing how Haru started to get mad.

"Fine. Just so you know, Dumbledore already said I could go this summer."

"I don't give two flying fucks about that freak." Harry sighed.

"When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow."

"May I go into London to go shopping? I promise to get only muggle clothing." The man grunted and left the room. "Bloody Hell."

"Aibou?"

\Nothing. I'll be fine. Maybe I can enter in a duel competition.\

"Duel?"

\Duel Monsters. Also known as Magic and Wizards in Japan. Here's my deck.\ Harry held out his deck, and drew Apprentice Magician.

"Ka Monsters."

\Ka?\

"Yes, they are what we used in Egypt to battle. To judge. Depending on whether or not the Ka was innocent, meant the owner of the Ka was innocent."

\But what if they weren't guilty for what you were punishing them for? What if they had to make a choice between killing for their family, or death to them all?\

"They would be guilty then."

\That's horrible.\

"It's called the Law for a reason." Harry didn't agree, but kept his mouth shut. "Aibou?"

\What if your spirit is dark because your family abused you?\

"What do you mean?"

\Spirits get twisted during abuse.\

"What is abuse?"

\When guardians or parents beat their children for no reason.\

"There has to be a reason." Harry looked at the spirit with a glare.

\Do you call my uncle beating me just because I'm different a reason, then? Beating me for something I can't control? Beating me for having magic?\ Haru paled. \I thought so.\

"Aibou-"

\-my name is Harry.\

"Harry, when did things change so drastically?"

\After the Witch Hunts.\

"Witch Hunts?"

\Where the mortals attacked the witches and wizards in fear that they would be harmed.\

"That's horrible."

\Most purebloods fear muggles now-a-days. We even hide ourselves away, only coming out when a child is born to muggles.\

"That's one thing that never changes. Calling normals Muggles."

\Look, I need to go now...can you get invisible or whatever you were doing before? I can't look at you, without looking like I'm stupid or crazy.\

"No problem. I'll go to my soul room. I teach you later how to get to yours." Once he disappeared from sight, Harry left the house, bracelet tight on his wrist. It wasn't uncomfortable, but rather soothing. A warmth spread that he never felt before. /It's my soul, and yours, intertwining. It gives you a sense of security./ Harry smiled faintly as he pulled out his wand, and summoned the Knight Bus.

"I'll be, 'Arry Pottah!" Harry winced at the blotch of his name.

"Hey Stan. To the Leaky Cauldron please." Harry sighed, handing over the money. The ride was quick and jerky. Upon entering the alley, Harry went straight to the bank. Once inside, he asked to see his account manager.

"You wished to see me, Heir Potter?" Harry winced at the title.

"Please, don't call me anything like that. I prefer my first name."

"Very well, what do you need, Harry?"

"I need a credit card that works in the muggle world. I'm going to Japan, and I know I'll need money for food and such."

"I see." The goblin waved his hand, and documents appeared. Harry read through them, pausing when the goblin gasped at his wrist.

"What?"

"Do you know whose bracelet that is?"

"Haru's, the Apep Priest."

"What are you doing with it?"

"Someone sent it to me, via a Falcon."

"The Ishtars are interfering again?" The goblin sighed, "very well, then. I take it that Priest Haru is here as well?"

"In his soul room, yes."

"May I speak to him?" Harry felt control slip from his body. "Do you wish to make this boy your heir, Priest Haru?"

"Yes, I would like that very much. Tell me, is there anyway I, and the Pharaoh when he is found, can be given a body?"

"You will have to face your trials."

"Thank you." Haru signed a document before giving Harry control again. /Sorry Aibou./

"It's fine." Harry finished reading the documents before signing them. "Just warn me the next time you take control."

/I will, unless there is an emergency and I can get us out of it quicker./

\Was that a way to get out of what I just asked for you to do?\

/I swear, on my magic, that I will not take over without permission or if it isn't a potentially dangerous or life-or-death situation. So mote be./ Harry nodded, and made his way from the bank once he had the card. He made his way through many stores, before deciding he should head home. Once in his room, he pulled his new suitcase up onto his bed, and started to pack. He made sure that his Duel Disk wouldn't break during the flight, before collapsing onto the bed. /Aibou?/

\Please call me Harry.\

/Sorry, but I'm one for terms of endearment. Anyways, do you think we will find my Pharaoh soon?/

\I don't know. What did your Pharaoh look like?\

/He had star-shaped, tri-colored hair, rubies for eyes, and a cold face./ Harry's eyes lit up. /You know someone like that?/

\Every dueler knows a person like that! That sounds like the King of Games, Yugi Muto!\

/Perhaps he is like you?/

\Could be, I think he has an object like you described to me. The puzzle. Didn't you say that was what the Pharaoh was imprisoned in?\

/Yes, indeed. Would you like to see your soul room now?/

\Sure, what do I do?\

/Find our link, and follow it to me, I'm waiting in your room already./

\Okay.\ Harry closed his eyes, concentrating on the connection. He felt himself falling, until he landed unsteadily on his feet. Arms encircled his waist to hold him up, and he looked up in surprise. Haru laughed, steadying his host. "Whoa."

"Yeah, this is the only place I can touch you. Even if it is our souls." Harry shivered as a hand touched his cheek. "If I say to come here, please promise me you will. I don't want you hurt, Harry...that includes you losing all this."

Around them was a room Harry didn't know. It was huge with a single four poster bed. Moving pictures on the walls revealed a wolf, stag, grim, and doe in a meadow of lilies. Stuff animals littered the floor and shelves.

"Am I really this innocent?" Haru laughed at Harry's question.

"Harry, you're my light. I'm the dark one...I also have one more favor of you."

"What?"

"Don't go into my soul room without my permission, or without me. It's nearly as confusing as my Pharaoh's, and almost as dark as the Thief King."

"Okay." They sat on the bed, and Harry noticed a picture of his parents. "Did you know your parents?"

"No. I was five when I was given to the Pharaoh at that time. I was worth a lot of money, and I had a sickly sister, according to my Pharaoh."

"That's no excuse to give up a child."

"I was the spare. The spare that was strange and could speak in snake tongue." Harry shook his head.

"I wouldn't dream of giving up my child. I..."

"Harry, Aibou, you're from this era, I was from a different one. It was normal in my time."

"It still isn't right." Harry closed his eyes. "Thanks to potions, I don't have to give up on that dream. I can carry my own child. I want to have as many as my friend's family has, if not more. I want a big family, that will give me many grandchildren."

"Males can carry children now?"

"With a healer near, and a potion, yes." The two fell silent. "I need to go to sleep. No doubt I'll have a rude awakening tomorrow."

"Very well, good night Aibou."

"Good night, Haru."