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Chapter 6

After all the first years were sorted Dumbledore stood up, "To our newcomers, welcome!" Dumbledore said, Harry noticed his eyes lingered on the four new boys, "And to our old friends, welcome back! There will be a time for speech making but now it is not it. Tuck In!"

Suddenly the four tables were groaning under the weight of hundreds of dishes piled with delicious food. Yugi and Ryou stared flabbergasted at the feast that stared back at them.

Ron was already helping himself to generous portions of mash potatoes and pork chops, "Here, 'ave some," he said through a mouthful of food as he passed a heavy plate over to Yugi.

Yugi smiled and accepted the mouth-watering food, temporarily displacing his worries to the back of his mind.

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Meanwhile at the Slytherin table, Malik was drying his hair the old fashion way, with a towel that one of the students conjured for him.

"So where did you transfer from?" Malfoy demanded rudely.

"Egypt," Malik replied, glancing around taking in all the curiosities around them.

"Oh that place? I've been there once," Malfoy continued dismissively, "but mother cut the trip short because the heat was bad for her skin. Our vacation this summer was much nicer."

"That's so interesting," Malik replied jabbing the pork chop on his plate.

A girl on Malfoy's side simpered, "Where did you go Draco?"

Malfoy smiled at the attention, "Father's a close friend of the Bavarian prime minister, so we got to stay at his royal palace."

Malik smiled condescendingly, "Yeah that's really exciting. I mean my summer was way boring compared to yours. You know running my own criminal organization and all, was pretty lame."

A younger boy across the table looked up, his eyes wide, "You had a criminal organization?" he asked in disbelief.

Malik shrugged and twirled the rod idly, "Yeah, well there was only about 50 members, so maybe calling it an organization is kind of pushing it."

"What did you do?" someone else asked, as more and more Slytherin leaned closer to listen in.

"The usual exacting revenge and then world conquest," Malik replied nonchalantly. "Mostly just causing havoc everywhere."

"You did not," one of the girls retorted, but there was admiration in her eyes.

Malik shrugged, "Well I was sort of immature back then, so it didn't go as well as planned."

"So what are you doing here?" Malfoy demanded rudely.

"Going to school, Egyptian magic is of a different grade. There's some dangerous stuff in our family. You know my family goes back 4000 years in Egypt."

"You're family is 4000 years old?" some whispered in disbelief.

Malfoy seemed discomfited, but there seemed to be an air of approval mixed with the hostility. "So you're not a mud blood after all," he sneered.

Then Malik grinned unnervingly, "You have no idea."

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After ample helpings of treacle tarts and chocolate pudding, the Hogwart's tables finally cleared itself of food and Dumbledore stood up once more. "And now I would like to introduce a new member of the staff, Professor Umbridge, will be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts. Further more I like to-"

"Eh hem, excuse me Dumbledore, but I would like to say a few things to the students," Umbridge simpered.

Dumbledore sat down smartly and gave her his full attention, much to the shock of everyone else. No one has ever interrupted Dumbledore at his after-meal-speech.

Umbridge immediately prattled into her long prepared address.

Ryou and Yugi tried to listen, but soon they found their attention slacking away, "Who is she anyways?" Yugi asked quietly to Harry.

Harry shrugged, "You're probably in for a disappointment this year in DADA."

"What's that?" Ryou asked hushedly.

"It's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Didn't you have a class like that in Japan?" Ron added, eager to be distracted.

Hermione turned around and shushed them. "I'm trying to listen!" she hissed crossly.

Ron grumbled but he remained silent.

After what seemed like a two hour lecture, Umbridge finally stopped.

"I thought it was never going to end," Ron muttered darkly. "How did you pay attention to all of that Hermione?"

Hermione gave him one of her condescending looks, "It was very informative actually, but let's talk later. We have to take the first years upstairs. I guess you two should come with us."

After amusing themselves with the moving pictures, and the indecisive staircases, Ryou and Yugi sat with Harry, Ron and Hermione beside the fire, both comfortably happy and tired. Ron and Harry treated them to a game of very violent chess. "Say Yugi," Ryou started after his King was smashed into tiny pieces, "Do you want to have a duel before we go to bed?"

Hermione looked up sharply, "You can't do that!" she said severely, "It's not allowed!"

Ryou's eyes grew wide, "It's not allowed?" he asked flabbergasted, "But why not?"

It was Hermione's turn to look shocked, "Because it's really dangerous!" she replied.

"Yeah," Ron added, "We had a duelling club in second year; you know for practice, except that idiot of a teacher didn't know what he was doing at all, a pity Snape didn't do him in."

"Ron!" Hermione yelled furiously.

"Well, I guess it is kind of dangerous with magic involved," Yugi reasoned. "It's alright, it's getting late, and you said classes started at eight right? I think I'm going to get some sleep then."

Ryou nodded as he yawned loudly, "This place is really nice. I'm glad I came here."

Yugi smiled sleepily, "Me too."

Ron stretched his arms as the four boys made their way up the stairs to the boy's dormitories, "Uh you won't be saying that tomorrow. I don't know if anyone told you but, this is OWLS year. It's gonna be brutal."

Harry nodded in agreement, "Don't mention it in front of Hermione. You'd think there was a test every day."

Yugi and Ryou were too tired to be puzzled by what "Owls year" meant instead they nodded drowsily and made their way into bed.

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That night Harry slept fitfully. He tossed and turned and then he was gliding silently under a clear night with millions of stars winking down at him, everywhere there was sand and fallen sandstones that used to be towering columns. His heart beat with anticipation, soon it will be his. He moved with purpose as he found the narrow wooden door. Blasting it open, he made his way inside. The boy said that item was hidden here, and who would have thought that a priceless treasure could have been found in this run down stone house? It was dark but his eyes could see clear as day. A thick layer of dust laid on all of the surfaces. Only the sound of the slight rustling of his cloak could be heard. He entered another room, his wand poised. There on the counter it sat, gleaming in the moonlight from the window. But he was cautious his wand flashed as he searched for traps.

"You can take it. There are no spells protecting it."

He whirled around to see a man in white with a turban around his head.

"Ah, you must be the guardian," he hissed with a sneer, "Shadi."

Shadi did not blink. "I will not stop you. The millennium items have promised their owners nothing but misery."

A flit of doubt crossed Voldmort's eyes but he brushed it away with a cold smile. "Oh? Then shall I put you out of your misery then?"

Shadi shrugged, "I have been dead for 4000 years." Without another word, Shadi disappeared through the walls.

Harry sat up in his bed, he could feel the sweat drip off his nose. Voldmort had got what he sought and it looked curiously like it belonged to a set; a set he was oddly familiar with. He glanced over at Ryou's bed, but no Ryou slept in it. He vaguely wondered where he could have possibly gone. He looked over at the other side and he was relieved to see that Yugi was sound asleep. Finally he settled back down into his own bed. After all it's not like they are going anywhere, Ron and Hermione will help him figure out what to do.

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Bakura walked the silent halls of Hogwart's castle. The large inhabitants of the paintings that lined the walls were snoring peacefully. It was indeed a wondrous building, thick with magic. Voldmort was right in telling him that this is the place to learn some useful things. He stopped in front of a large window and stared silently into the night. No stars shined back at him but he had already known Voldmort has the millennium scale. Shadi had let him take it just as he anticipated.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. He turned around only to see Malik yawning a few feet away. "What did you want to talk about?" Malik asked, "You know I had to climb five floors to get here. Plus those stupid stairs kept changing their minds on where it should go."

Bakura did not smile, "I didn't call you here to listen to your whining. Listen closely Malik, we're going to start a club."

Malik looked at him curiously, "Oh? What kind of club?"

Bakura's grin widen, "The educational kind. I think it's time that these students had some extra-curricular lessons in shadow magic."

Malik stroked his millennium rod thoughtfully, "You think so? But they don't know how to play duel monsters. I don't want to be shafted into teaching novices."

Bakura shook his head, "Malik," he asked mockingly, "this is a club that test these mortal's wits. Shadow games can be played with any settings. I need you to keep those nosey teacher's out."

Malik smiled, "Sounds great. I guess it's going to be an after dark kind of thing? Where are we going to meet?"

"Don't worry about that," Bakura replied, "I've got it covered. I need you to help me spread the word, without unwanted people finding out. Actually it would be better if people thought that this was your idea."

"What? Are you worried about Ryou?"

Bakura smiled wolfishly, "Isn't it better to have people off their guard around me?"

Malik rolled his eyes, "Yeah whatever."

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"OUCH!" Ron shouted almost jumping of his seat shaking his hand furiously. After all a blob full of hot oatmeal had fallen on his hand.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Ryou groaned, rubbing his eyes, "I don't know why I'm so tired. I went to bed the same time everyone else did."

Harry's suspicious glance did not go unnoticed. Yugi's brow creased slightly, but before he had a chance to figure things out, McGonagall was striding briskly down the table handing out timetables for all of the students.

"Noooo!" Ron moaned loudly to anyone who will listen, "Not double potions with Snape and the Slytherins again!"

"That's Professor Snape to you," McGonagall corrected sternly, as she handed Yugi his timetable. Yugi avoided her hawk like gaze still guilty about yesterday.

"What's wrong with Professor Snape?" Ryou asked through a yawn as he tried to focus on his rapidly cooling oatmeal.

"Well you probably shouldn't be hanging out with us. He hates Gryffindors in general, but mostly just me, "Harry replied stabbing his sausage.

Ryou blinked confused, "Why does he hate you?" he asked, "You're so nice."

Hermione laughed, "Don't worry Harry, you'll be fine. Hey is anyone taking Ancient Runes with me?"

Yugi and Ryou glanced down at their timetables, and shook their heads, "I've got Divination, it sounded pretty interesting," Yugi replied.

Ron patted him on the back, "Don't get your hopes up mate. It's about to be dashed to pieces on a jagged rock."

Hermione glanced at her watch as she scooped up the last of her breakfast, "I have to go! I don't want to be late for Professor Victor's class. I'll see you in DADA!"

Ron grumbled inaudibly, "C'mon guys, we need to go to Divination."

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