AN: So this story will be set in Harry Potter's 5th year and after the event of the ceremonial duel between Yugi and Atem/Yami Yugi. Atem got his own body instead of going into the afterlife.

Just so you know, Atem or Yami or whatever you call him will be know as Pharaoh or Atem. Yami Bakura will be known as Thief, Thief King, or Bakura. Yami Marik will be known as Tomb Keeper or Marik.

Each chapter will vary in POV. You have been warned!

Enjoy!

"Well look who it is, the almighty Pharaoh."

The Pharaoh lifted his head, glancing briefly at the white haired man standing at the entrance to his compartment aboard the scarlet train, before turning back to the book upon his lap.

"Hello, Thief."

The Pharaoh's deep, baritone voice was tinged with…something. Sadness, regret, something was there that caused The Thief's smirk to drop in understanding. Silently, he moved into the compartment and sat on the green upholstered bench across from The Pharaoh. The two men sat in silence for a moment before The Thief set his hands on top of the book on The Pharaoh lap.

"They betrayed you too."

It was a statement, not a question, which both men knew to be true. They were both alone now. One having lost his one and only friend, a shy quiet boy that he once used in the past. The other losing a group of them, saying that they were not really his friends, only Yugi's. There was no sound of endless friendship speeches or two boys voice's complaining about the lack of food. They were not there. And The Pharaoh and The Thief were alone.

The only noise that could be heard was the steady click-clack of the train moving on tracks across the Scottish countryside. The laughter of children could be heard moving through the air, contrasting sharply to the mood of the two occupants of the compartment.

"We need to stick together, you and I. Put aside our differences in this new world."

The Pharaoh's voice wavered slightly but was otherwise strong, an indicator of his past life. The white-haired man nodded once before a mischievous smirk graced his lips. He removed his hands from the book and extended one in The Pharaoh's direction. The Pharaoh grasped it firmly at the elbow and nodded at The Thief. A silent agreement passed between them before a mocking voice interrupted them.

"Last time I saw you two, you were trying to kill one another. What happened?"

The two men looked up only to groan at the man standing where the white-haired thief was moments before. The man's ash blonde hair was unruly and stuck up in all directions, while a semi manic grin graced his face. An endless amount of gold jewelry adorned his body, complimenting his tanned skin and white cut off shirt and pants.

"Tomb Keeper."

The Thief growled at the new comer while The Pharaoh just sighed and gestured to the Egyptian to join them. A smirk still graced his features as the new comer sat down but in reality it wasn't as manic as it once was. Now it was tinged with something else. Something sad.

"And then there were three."

The Thief's voice was mocking yet not insulting as the three men sat in silence. Once upon a time they wanted the others dead but now, now they were one in the same. Alone.

"I believe the three of us are in the same boat. We are new to this place and should stay together and put aside our… colourful pasts."

The blonde Tomb Keeper nodded at The Pharaoh's words, as did the white-haired thief. A moment of silence passed between them before the Egyptian spoke up.

"So what do we call one another? I am sure as hell not calling you Yugi, Pharaoh."

"No, not Yugi. Just call me Atem."

The two men snickered quietly, causing Atem to glare at them. He then turned to the white-haired thief with one eyebrow raised in question.

"Well, my letter was addressed to Akeifa Bakura. I don't really care what you call me."

"What about Florence?"

The Tomb Keeper and Atem laughed at the affronted look in The Thief's face.

"If you call me Florence, Tomb Keeper, I will call you Melvin."

"Don't you dare!"

The two men glared at one another while Atem smiled at their bickering. He hadn't smiled since before he left Japan and it felt nice to once again.

"I think Bakura will fine, don't you agree, Tomb Keeper?"

"Fine."

The man in question grumbled and Bakura just smirked at him. So far, so good. They haven't tried to kill each other yet.

"And we will call you Marik, Tomb Keeper."

Marik just grumbled and glared, causing the two men to smirk and ignore the fuming Tomb Keeper.

"So we have The Pharaoh, Atem, The Thief King, Bakura, and the insane Tomb Keeper Marik. This Hogwarts won't know what hit them."

Bakura's laughing voice could be heard ringing through the compartment before Marik jumped him. Atem could hear the grumbled sounds of Stupid Thief and Not Insane coming from Marik as he tried to strangle Bakura. Atem just sat back and laughed at them. He then turned to look out the window at the blurry countryside rushing by. Atem couldn't help but smirk. Hogwarts really won't know what hit it.

So there we have it , the first chapter/prologue. I hope you enjoyed it. Let me know what you think!