For those of you who read this before the revisions, thank you for re-reading this chapter. I hope you like it. I did indeed find the author I was looking for, and she said I couldn't use Ice Angel.

So Agent Yin Yang was born!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the purple wombats; they just climbed into the cage on their own.

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Agent Yin Yang. That is my code name. That is what They choose for me. The concept of Yin and Yang, light and dark, applies to me perfectly.

Who is They, you may ask? They are the various governments I work for. I was born in London, but I was soon transferred to Japan for martial arts and weapon lessons. When I was a young child in Japan, my code name was Tenshi no Kanashimi, Angel of Grief.

Now, however, my name has been changed. And all because of a little trinket I picked up on a mission to Egypt ten years ago. I was six years old and it was a pretty golden pyramid in a golden ring with golden dangles on it. Something about it drew me in.

And that's how I first became acquainted with the Spirit of the Ring.

My boss didn't like the fact that I had bought the item, but it was purchased with my own money, so he let me keep it. The next year and a half was difficult. I had to get used to the dark spirit who resided in the Sennen Ring and I had to get my superiors to let me keep it. After my first failed mission, it was a lot harder to convince them.

I had gotten them to let me take a mission that was worthy of my skills, and I made one decision that the Spirit didn't agree with and he started to fight for control.

Our situation got worse, but he managed to get us out of danger.

After that, he agreed to let me make all the decisions that were work related, and we haven't had a failure since. It turns out he's a great partner to have on my cases.

Anyway, he's a dark spirit. He calls himself a Yami. He says that he is the dark spirit of a Tomb Robber of ancient times, but that he couldn't remember any more than that.

My boss decided Yin Yang was a better name for us now that my Yami had chosen to help.

Now here I am, on a plane back to England, my home country, on a mission I received from the Ministry of Magic in Great Brittan.

It's times like this when I'm glad that my training encompassed magic and that I still have the wand I was given as a small child; it's eleven and a half inches, cherry wood and the heartstring of a Hungarian Horntail. I'm told that the Horntail is one of the most vicious breeds of dragon in existence, and the most dangerous breed that wand makers have ever used. It suits me.

I've also heard that British wizards don't start their magical schooling until they reach the age of about ten or eleven. How sad for them. I completely finished my training in wizard magic by the time I was nine. Gaining the same level of mastery of my other magic, however, that took a bit longer. And even then, it's Bakura who usually wields the Shadow Magic.

Yes, that is the name of the spirit: Bakura.

Well, that's just the name he goes by. I'm Ryou, and he's Bakura. Sometimes the officials I work with get confused and call him Ryou, but it doesn't bother us. It's even harder for them when we split into two separate bodies.

Anyways, I'm getting a bit off track. I'm supposed to be telling you about my current mission to London.

As of this moment, I'm not sure what it really is, but I can't refuse. I have already accepted it so regardless of the danger involved, I must carry it out. It's not fair, damn Bakura for not letting me have a say.

I was in my office when my boss walked in accompanied with two other men. I knew immediately that I was being given a new case, so the newcomers had all of my attention, as well as Bakura's. He even split into another form so they could talk directly to him. Needless to say, the newcomers were shocked.

"Well, Professor Dumbledore, Minister Fudge, this is the agent I told you about," my boss said, gesturing in our direction.

"Agent?" The younger man asked. "There are two people here!"

"Fudge," the older one said in a calming voice, "didn't you see him emerge shortly after we entered the room?"

"Albus, this isn't normal," the man I concluded was Fudge said.

This was quickly loosing my interest. And if the man who was no doubt Albus Dumbledore hadn't formed a chair in front of my desk with his wand, I would have asked them to leave and refused the case right then and there.

"Yin Yang," my boss said, "I have a new case for you. Want to hear the details?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but Bakura cut me off. "No, no details are needed. Dear little Ryou has been bored, and we'll accept no matter the details."

This earned a raised eyebrow from not only my boss, but from Albus as well. I just glared at him. "And since when have I ever let you say weather or not I accept a case, Bakura?"

He gave the pretense of thinking it over and then said in a jovial tone, "Just now!"

"Egotistical jackass," I muttered. "Fine," I said loud enough for the others to hear me. "I guess I really don't have much of a choice. Bakura wants to take the case, and I don't really want to put up with him in a tantrum. All I have to say is this had better be interesting."

"I assure you, Agent Yin Yang, this will be a difficult case for you. Difficult and interesting."

So, here we are, in a plane, headed for London International Airport. I am to go to a place named the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow morning and await the arrival of Albus Dumbledore. Once there, he will give me the details of my newest case.

So all I have to do now is stop Bakura from getting homicidal towards the five year old child sitting ON MY LAP trying to see out the window or his mother who is talking with me about hair care products and wondering what brand of hair dye I use.

This is going to be a wonderful plane trip. As if a fifteen-hour flight wasn't bad enough.

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Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-click.

The alarm went off and I groggily turned it off. I opened my eyes and instantly shut them again. Bakura was in his separate body and was staring at me with his face half an inch from mine. Not what a person really wants to wake up to.

"Wake up, Ryou!" He said and started to push me off the bed. "It's time to get up! Rise and shine!"

"I'll rise, but I refuse to shine," I grumbled as I got up off the floor.

I'm really not a morning person. So naturally, Bakura is. "I'll order breakfast, but only once you're in the shower. Hurry up! We get the details today!"

I glared at him as I turned the water on in the shower. "Baku," I call over to him, "why isn't the sun up yet?"

He looked at me with a sheepish expression that really didn't fit him. Since when did he even know HOW to use a sheepish expression? "Because it's four in the morning?"

"FOUR in the . . .? Ugh," I turned the water off and went back to the bed. "I don't even want to hear you say 'good morning' when I wake up in three hours. You have ruined all hope for a good morning." With that I closed my eyes . . . and utterly failed to fall asleep.

"I haven't mentioned how much I hate you yet, have I?"

"I love you, too, Ryou. Now let's get up and greet the dawn with a glorious smile! We can have breakfast-" he was interrupted by the pillow I threw at his head. "Now, that wasn't nice."

I know you think I'm acting a bit weird, but hey, this is how I am before my morning coffee. And if you want to know why Bakura is like this, well, let's just say he likes to bug me. He has energy to spare in the morning, and I don't.

Gloomily I walk to the shower again and turn the water on. I don't even bother trying to heat it up; the colder it is, the better chance I have of waking up before I get out.

Once the water was off and my hair was as dry as I could get it without a hairdryer, I got out of the bathroom and saw that Bakura had indeed ordered breakfast while I was in the shower.

"Hey, Ryou, what do you think the case is?" Bakura asked as he ate his breakfast.

"If you hadn't been so eager for a case, you would have let them give the details at the office," I snapped. "Where's my coffee?"

"Grump," he muttered. "The person who makes the coffee needed to have her coffee before she would make any for someone else."

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After breakfast, Bakura decided that he didn't want to be a separate entity anymore, so he went back into the Ring I wear around my neck.

We had directions to the place called the Leaky Cauldron and it didn't take us very long to find it. Even though it had been years since the last time I was in London, I still knew my way around pretty well.

Once inside, I found a table near the back and ordered a cup of coffee. The stuff I got at the hotel was decaf. I think the lady was trying to send a message about waking people up at five thirty in the morning. Just a guess, though.

After my second cup, the door to the Leaky Cauldron opened and Albus Dumbledore walked in. Finally, I get to know what I signed up for.

"Hello, Ryou, and welcome to England!" He said as he sat at the table. He pulled out his wand and cast a small spell to protect from eavesdroppers and turned his full attention to me.

"Actually, I was born in London," I pointed out. "I just haven't been here in years."

"Well then, welcome back. Mr. Smith," that would be my boss. I never call him by name, nor does Bakura, so we have been known to forget his name. "He told me that it was unusual for you to accept a case without first hearing the details."

"Yes, well, Bakura was bored. He tried to cover it up by saying I was the bored one. When he's bored, it's in the best interest of everyone to ease his boredom."

"I see. Well, would you like to know the details now?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Mostly what I need of you is to befriend a certain person and protect him if anything was to happen to him," Dumbledore said. "The person in question is Harry Potter."

"I see. The Boy Who Lived. Protect him from who and what?" I asked.

"From Lord Voldemort. He is more determined then ever to kill Harry. This may take as little as two months, or as long as ten years. I hope it doesn't take-"

"Has Harry ever tried to search for trouble?" I interrupted. "If he has, then this will certainly take less then ten years."

"Well, yes, he has. And he has also had four encounters with Voldemort, one of them with a version of him from the past in his second year at school."

"He's met him four times and is still alive? Impressive. Well, since I have already accepted this case, all I really need now are instructions on what I am to do."

"I have taken the liberty of enrolling you into Hogwarts, and your cover story will be that your parents were in Japan on business and you are now back home in England." He paused for a moment then continued, "How much magic do you know?"

With a smirk I learned from Bakura I answered, "I completely finished wizard magic lessons when I was nine years old."

"Nine? But, that can't be. Teaching doesn't start until the student is at least ten years old."

"I'm special," was all I said to that comment.

He stared at me for a few more seconds and then said, "Very well, but I will have to ask you not to use spells that are more difficult then the fifth year level until the teachers have formally taught them to you."

I let out a small sigh. Back to school. "Fine. However, I also have a different form of magic, and I will not let you restrict my use of that. My Shadow Magic is one of my main forms of attack. If I am going to be attending a school, I'm sure I won't be able to carry the weapons I usually do. Therefore, my Shadow Magic will be used."

"Shadow Magic?" he asked. "What's that?"

"You've never heard of it? Well, not many have. There are only a few people who have heard of it, and even fewer who can use it. I am one of the few."

"So what is it?" Dumbledore asked again.

"Well, I think I should let Bakura explain it," I said before I let Bakura have control.

"Ah, you want to know about the Shadows? Well, how shall I put it? When I use the Shadows, I can make your Unforgivable Curses look like toy brooms. I can steal a person's soul and seal them in an inanimate object; I can feed them to the Shadows; I can even kill with the Shadows, but that isn't much fun. The more I use the Shadows, the stronger my Shadow Magic becomes. Ryou doesn't use the Magic as often as I do, so my Shadows are much stronger than his." Bakura was able to say all this with an evil grin on his face. After his explanation, he retreated back to his Ring.

"You can kill with your magic?" Dumbledore asked, slightly afraid.

"Yes, but like 'Kura said, it's not much fun. The Shadow Games, however, now those are fun. 'Kura has one of the best imaginations I have ever seen, and he can create a Shadow Game out of nothing."

"Thanks for the praise," Bakura thought to me through our link.

"I give praise where praise is due," I answered.

"What's a Shadow Game?"

"That's a secret. Just hope you never get us angry, or you might find out firsthand what they are. If it helps to ease your worries any, we usually only use a Game to wipe out an opponent," I said.

Dumbledore was silent.

"Hey, do you think he might change his mind and send us back to Japan?" Bakura asked me.

"I hope not. I want to stay in Brittan for a bit longer."

"We can always stay here for a week or two," Bakura pointed out. "We don't have to go back to Japan the very instant he decides not to accept us."

Dumbledore, completely oblivious to the conversation I was having with Bakura, pulled out a folder that had a stack of papers. "It says here that you haven't failed a mission since you were seven years old. Is this true?" he asked looking at us over his glasses.

"Ah, so that's what's in the folder. Yes, it's true. Bakura and I were having an argument over something, I forget what, and we were snuck up on. 'Kura threw the area into a sudden Shadow Game and we just barely got out of there alive." I let that sink in for a few moments before I said, "But we don't argue while on a case anymore unless it's the very early morning and I haven't had any coffee."

"I see," he said absently. "Well, since you have already accepted this case, I would be a fool to refuse your help. And we do need all the help we can get. Tell me, how do you operate?"

" . . . How? Well, that's not information I can give. Since I know that I won't be able to use any technology, my means of operation are strictly classified. Bakura won't let me tell his secrets to anyone other than the boss."

Dumbledore was silent for a few more moments before he pulled out an envelope from the pocket of his cloak and handed it to me. "In here are the lists of things you will need this term at Hogwarts." He pulled out a coin purse and gave that to me as well. "This will cover the costs of your books, robes, and all other items you will need to purchase. Tell me, do you have a wand?"

"Yes," I said and pulled out my wand.

"I would like you to have it checked out by Mr. Olivander, the wand maker. If he isn't satisfied with the wand, you will have to buy another one, and there is enough money there to cover that as well. Term starts on the first of September." He paused for a moment, and then continued. "Harry is in Diagon Alley right now, buying his materials for the next semester. I think it would be nice if you could start as soon as possible."

"Is he telling us how to do our job?" Bakura asked.

"I don't think so, but even if he is, it's what I would have done anyways."

I picked up the items he had given me and put them in my pocket. "Thank you for your time, Professor," I said and I walked with him to the back of the Leaky Cauldron.

Dumbledore opened the doorway and I looked at the secret community of London.

"Now it begins," Bakura said.

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Well, that's chapter one. I hope you liked it. If you did, please leave me a review, if you didn't, please leave a flame.

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