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"What the--?"

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"Ow!"

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"Hey!"

Ron turned to the Ravenclaw table to glare at Yami Bakura who idly flicking peas at the back of the redhead's neck.

Yami Bakura flashed Ron a lazy and continued to flick little bits of food.  "Sorry, I'm trying to flick stuff at that small kid sitting between the two gorillas. He keeps glaring at me."  He flicked another pea, hitting Ron again.  "Your head is, unfortunately for you, in between me and that shrimp over there."

"…Shrimp?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yami Bakura pointed at a boy sitting at the Slytherin table.

"Malfoy?  My god, you two haven't even met yet and yet you already hate each other!" Hermione exclaimed.

Yami Bakura snorted. "Malfoy?  What kind of a lousy name is that?  Sounds like some sort of bizarre gaming system Kaiba would come up with…" He flicked another pea, this time hitting Link.

Link turned slightly to face the other boy, giving him a cockeyed look.  "Wouldn't be a lot easier just to ask Ron to duck so that you can aim at Malfoy?  Personally, I find it harder to hit opponents by shooting over an obstacle because --"

A loud 'THUD!' brought all conversations to an abrupt halt.  Everyone in the Great Hall sat still, tensed, some (coughMalfoycough) prepared to run screaming out of the room if necessary.

There was a shrill scream of protest and loud sobbing, followed by gruff yells and threats. 

"Dudley!  Honey!  Are you okay?  Answer me!!!" 

"He'll be okay.  He's just tripped o'er his own feet again." A husky voice replied.  "Not a very well coordinated fellow, eh?"

"Mummy, can we go home now?" a miserable voice sobbed.

"Don't push me!  And get your hands off of my son!  I still remember what you did to him five years ago!  Cost us a fortune to get rid of the tail!  Let go!  Hey!  I refuse to be treated in this manner!"  The gruff voice yelled.

"Gah…" Harry groaned.  "It's my aunt and uncle…and Dudley…"

Everyone recognized the next, equally gruff voice as Hagrid's.  "Yeah?  Well, if yeh don't get movin', I won't hesitate to leave and let you find yer way around here alone.  I'm takin' time out of breakfast to help you settle down.  But if yeh prefer, I could always leave you to find your way around here on yer own." 

There was a long pause.  "…I..It's not like I want to be here anyways." Uncle Vernon stammered.

"This is for yer own safety."  Hagrid grumbled.  "You can either stay here, or you can stay back at yer own home and get yer soul sucked out through your mouth.  I'm willin' to bet that yeh don't want yer soul sucked out."

Uncle Vernon uttered a long string of some very colorful language.                                                                   

The voice faded as Hagrid led Harry's relatives further away from the Great Hall.

The students peered curiously at the door and shrugged at each other.  Conversations began to start up again as students resumed eating their breakfast.  A couple made some comments about the earlier commotion.  Fred and George were having a great time doing impressions of Dudley with a ton tongue toffee.

A reproachful look from Angelina did nothing to stop the twins from pretending to be gagging on tongues.  "That's disgusting!"

"It's even more disgusting to see Dudley doing it." George retorted. "As if the fat pig weren't bloated enough…"

"Actually, his tongue wasn't quite big enough to make his face proportional…" Fred pointed out.  "Could have been wider…maybe a little shorter too…I wonder…How does he move all that fat around?"

"Beats me."  Harry said, poking idly at his eggs.  "Where's Hermione?"

"Probably at the library with Zelda.  I swear, Zelda's trying to memorize every single book in the library…" Link said. "I wouldn't mind so much if she didn't insist on me memorizing every spell in the fifteen books that she borrowed yesterday (not that I actually memorized any of them…)."

Yugi entered the Great Hall, rubbing his eyes and looking around for people he recognized. "Ohayo!" He said, waving from the other end of the room.

"Oh, does he come from America?" Ron asked.  "You know, I have relatives in Ohio…"

Yami Bakura snorted.  "That means good morning, baka."

"Can't you just stay at the Ravenclaw table???"  Ron asked.

"It's easier to hit shorty from over here.  Ha!  That one bounced off his forehead!"

"Hey, what happened to your hikari?" Harry interrupted.  "Wasn't he hurt or something?"

Yami Bakura froze, then said, "He's…er…eheheh…"

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Madame Pomfrey quickly checked over the white haired boy.  She turned to his Yami, who stood by watching anxiously and said, "My boy… Students are sent up to the hospital wing for illnesses and serious injuries." She got up and straightened out her robes. "Serious injuries include broken bones, missing bones (Lockhart that idiot…), curses, jinxes, and many, many other things.  "I take it you're suppressing Ryou's consciousness to minimize movement, correct?"

Yami Bakura nodded.

"Normally, I'd compliment you for knowing not to move an injured person for fear of making an injury worse." Madame Pomfrey said. "But for heaven's sake, he's got a paper cut!  And it's already well healed!"

Yami Bakura bristled.  "Ryou's a fragile boy!  Who knows what a paper cut might do?  He might get an infection! gasp The infection could spread and make him really sick!  He could--"

"I think you're just overly protective of him!"  Madame Pomfrey insisted.

"I am not overly protective!"

"Yes you are!  You care about him a lot!"

"I don't care about the kid!"

"Yes, you do!"

"No, I don't!"

"Then why are you fussing so much over a paper cut???"

end flashback

"You managed to get into a fight with Madam Pomfrey?"  Harry asked.

"That's just pathetic!" Ron said loudly.

"Shut up…" Yami Bakura muttered, turning red.

"You seem to get in a lot of fights, ne?" Yugi asked.

Yami Bakura glared daggers at him.

 "Dang.  You didn't get enough sleep did you?"  Tristan asked as Joey stumbled into the classroom.  He slumped into his seat and promptly began snoring.

"Uh…Joey?  Class is going to start in thirty seconds, you can't sleep now." Tristan said, poking Joey in the head.  "Earth to Joey!"

"Ungh…Leave me alone…I need my beauty sleep…" Joey mumbled, burying his face in his arms and sighing contentedly.

"Joey…People are staring." Tristan muttered, poking much harder.

Just then, Malik entered the classroom, looking just as tired as Joey.

"Hey…" He said, managing an exhausted grin. "Yami Bakura sent me a huge scroll of things he's pissed at and a ton of reasons has for beating some "snake guy" by the name of Voldemort or something…It's would have been really funny if he hadn't decided to have Harpies Brother send it to me at four in the morning.  He mentioned something Yugi wanted of me…" He thought hard for a moment. "Heh…sorry.  I can't remember what it was.  Now, if you don't mind…" Malik let his head droop, his chin resting on his chest.

"When I get my hands on Bakura…I'm gonna…" Joey grumbled, "I'm…gonna…What can you do against a 3,000 year old spirit anyways?"

Tristan straightened up. "Man, Yami Bakura doesn't even has to be in the same country as you to drive you crazy!" He laughed, thumping Joey heartily on the back. "I'm just glad I don't have to deal with any of his monsters at three in the morning."

"It was four in da morning." Joey snapped.

"Whatever."

"OMG! Daddy!  Save me!  That…guy…keeps…staring at me!!!" Dudley squeaked, trying to hide his bulk behind his father.

Link peered curiously at the enormous boy (out the sides, not in height like Hagrid) as Dudley tried to get his mother to stand in front of him, too.  Unfortunately, she was also trying to hide behind Uncle Vernon.  Her round, frightened eyes peeked out from behind her husband, her face very pale.

"Get…away…from…my…family!" Uncle Vernon hissed.

Link's silvery hair, crimson eyes, pointed ears, and painted face did give him quite an intimidating look.  The sweeping, black cloak he wore added to the effect, making him look rather evil.  The teen merely stood there, his head tilted slightly to one side as he watched Harry's relatives fighting to hide behind each other.

"Oy…Harry. Are your relatives always like this?" Link asked.

"Always." Harry replied, sighing.

"I see…I'm kind of curious to see how long they can keep this up."

"I'm guessing they'll be doing this all year." Harry replied.

Dudley shrieked and tried to make himself as small as possible as Aunt Petunia swooned, collapsing in Uncle Vernon's arms.  Ron nervously prodded Harry in the back.

"What is it?" Harry asked, turning around to face Ron.

"When did we get a new suit of armor…with glowing eyes…that moves on their own?" Ron squeaked, pointing in the direction of the gargoyle that concealed the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

"Ron!" Hermione snapped. "Armor usually doesn't move unless someone is wearing it!"

"Someone with glowy eyes???" Ron yelled, pointing at the suit of armor.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Oy!  What did you people say about Al?" Came an aggressive call from behind them.

"Eh?"  The group turned around as the Dursleys fled the scene.  Before them, stood a boy with blond hair and bright, golden eyes.  His long blond hair was tied back in a braid.  He wore all black (except for his coat which is red).

"What did you say about Al?" The boy snapped. "If any of you dare to insult him, I'll make you VERY, VERY sorry that you did."

"niisan…" Al said, dropping his head a little.

"OMG!!! It talks!" Ron yelled.

"What do you mean by it?" The shorter boy growled.  "Al is my little brother!  Not some object you can call it."

"Niisan!  Please, he didn't mean it.  I guess he was just surprised to see someone in armor walking around the place." Al said, resting his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Niisan?  Weird name…" Seamus muttered, pacing around the hall.

"Niisan is Al's way of saying 'older brother' you retard." Yami Bakura growled, walking towards the group.  "What's your name, shorty?" He asked, giving the boy a casual look.

No one was prepared for what happened next.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SUPER HYPER SPECK YOU NEED A MICROSCOPE TO SEE??? HUH? HUH???"

"I-I didn't say that…" Yami Bakura said, looking very stunned by the outburst.

"Edward Elric." A commanding voice said. "Please try to keep yelling to a minimum."

"Professor McGonagall!" Hermione said.  "You know him?  Is he a first year?"

Ed twitched upon hearing Hermione call him a first year. He clenched his gloved fists angrily. 

"Niisan…" Al said softly.

"Actually, he is just here for a meeting with Professor Dumbledore.  And no, he's not a first year.  He's fifteen, the same as the rest of you."

Everyone gasped.

"Al's the younger brother, but…he's so big!" Ron said in awe, "Now I feel really short…And no offense Al, but you have a really girly voice for someone of your size."

Ron gagged as Ed suddenly grabbed him by the front of his shirt.  The blonde pulled him close and hissed in his face, "Leave him alone.  He can't help being that way, 'kay?"

"Mister Elric.  Let him go," Professor McGonagall commanded.

Grudgingly, Ed did.  He shot Ron an icy glare before stalking off.  "Come on, Al."

Al gave them an apologetic look before clanking off after his brother.

The group couldn't help but gawk after the two brothers before finally dissipating as each person headed off to their next class.

A/N: I was reading through previous chapters and have finally realized the fact that I made A LOT of mistakes…(I feel so stupid for not realizing that earlier…).  Fanime Con was really fun I had fun chasing people around the convention center with a bigass sword (I still feel like a retard for trying to cosplay as Cloud…)