Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Pharaoh's Curse ❯ Harry Potter and the juice of the Motous' ( Chapter 2 )

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Harry Potter and the Pharaoh's Curse

Chapter II

Mere moments after the first letter was delivered a second owl flew into the house. Yuugi, by instinct only, stayed as far away from the kitchen table as possible. Yami quickly dove to cover his Cheerios.

"Damned owl!" he shouted. This second letter had conveniently landed neatly in his orange juice.

Yuugi began to giggle, I say began because at that moment a third letter landed in his milk.

"This sucks." He mumbled, as Yami attempted to decipher the wet lettering.

"I think it says that…there's a toilet up your ass…what the-?"

"No, Yami!" Yuugi said, leaning over his dark's shoulder. "It says: Stick a toilet up your ass. Hey…wait a minute!"

This continued for about an hour until the doorbell rang. Yami, being in the indignant state that he was, didn't think it best if he answered it. So, there for, Yuugi answered the said door. When he opened it he found none other that…Harry Potter standing in it!

"Harry-san!" Yuugi said happily, leading Harry into the house. "Come in!"

Harry, being the polite young man that he was, complied. Thus he found himself, mere moments later, standing in the middle of the Motou's kitchen.

"Potter!" Yami growled from the table. "What do you want?"

"Nice to see you too Yami." Harry replied sarcastically. "Actually, I'm here to give this to you." He said holding up a thick, rather greasy, envelope. "Sorry about it being a bit messy." Harry began. "Some wacko owl dropped it in my eggs."

"Damned owl." Yami repeated, although slightly more quietly.

Yuugi took the envelope, looking upon the front, he discovered both his, and Yami's, names written in perfect calligraphy handwriting. Yami noticing this, grabbed the envelope, opening it and reading it aloud.

Dear Mr.'s Motou,

The previous letter you received did not say, and I quote, 'Stick a toilet up your ass'.

"Well," Yuugi commented lightly, "that's always good to know."

Yami nodded before continuing.

I am writing to you on the matter of a, party one, Harry Potter. It seems our friend's life is in danger. I request your assistance is protecting party one.

"I am not helping to save, his, sorry ass." Yami stated, matter-oh-factly.

"Hush Yami!" Yuugi snapped, snatching the letter from his other's hands.

You will be sent "under cover" to Harry's school, Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"I knew there was something weird about him!" Yami proclaimed triumphantly. "He's some kinda magic freak!"

"Well so are you, Yami." Yuugi reminded him, causing Yami to blush slightly.

You may use Harry's school list for the items you will need, due to the fact that you will be in the same year.

Harry, whom was still in the room despite the severe neglect he had been receiving, raised an eyebrow.

"You're skipping six years?" he asked walking over and glancing at the letter, via over Yuugi's shoulder.

"I…guess so…" Yuugi mumbled sheepishly.

Please have Harry alert you when you are to go get your supplies. And good luck with the remainder of your magical education.

Sincerely,

Headmaster

Albus Dumbledor

"This year could get very interesting." Yami commented from his reclaimed seat, at the table.

Both Yuugi and Harry nodded. They, although had never known that they knew, both knew that skipping six years would put Yami and Yuugi severely behind. Then the telephone rang.

"I'll get it!" Yuugi said happily skipping over to the phone. "Uh…Hello? Motou residence, Yuugi speaking."

"GET ME HARRY POTTER NOW!" Vernon Dursley's voice blared out of the other line.

"M-Mr. Dursley?" Yuugi asked cautiously.

"No!" Harry mouthed, waving his hands franticly.

Yami, seeing this as the perfect opportunity for revenge on that defeat Harry had handed him the day before, quickly said in a loud voice:

"Oh, sure you can have something to drink, Harry."

"Damnit." Harry mumbled sinking into a chair, holding his head in his hands. "Damnit, damnit, damnit!"

"STEALING JUICE FROM THE NEIGHBORS POTTER?" his uncle roared out of the phone, which Yuugi was holding a good three feet away from his face, for fear of his ear drums being blown out.

"NO, I AM NOT!" Harry shouted indignantly.

Yami and Yuugi both shot him suspicious glances.

"I-uh-don't…get along with my aunt and uncle very well." He mumbled, meanwhile thinking that this was possibly the biggest understatement he had ever heard.

"So I've gathered." Yami replied dryly.

"COME HOME RIGHT THIS INSTANT BOY!" Vernon roared out of the phone, which Yuugi had forgotten about. He jumped at the sudden outburst of noise, dropping the phone at the same time.

Yami calmly stood, walked across the room, picked up the phone from where it was dangling where Yuugi had dropped it. Then with as much vigor as Mr. Dursley himself yelled into the receiver,

"DON'T YOU EVER CALL THIS NUMBER AGAIN! STAY AWAY FROM ME, AND MY AIBOU! I NEVER WANT TO HEAR YOUR DAMNED VOICE AGAIN, YOU FREAKEN' SON OF A BITCH!"

Yuugi and Harry both blinked as Yami continued to rant on.

"My uncle is not going to like you." Harry stated.

"I really don't think that Yami likes your uncle." Yuugi stated, just as matter-oh-factly.

Both shook their heads as they listened to Yami unleash 5000 years of anger on 'poor' Uncle Vernon.

"AND ANOTHER THING YOU BASTARD! YOUR SON'S FAT, AND YOUR WIFE'S UGLY!"

The wizard and hikari continued to stare as Yami trailed off into a long train of Egyptian swear words, occasionally mixed with some Japanese.

"Do you think I should make him stop?" Yuugi asked, slightly torn between utter horror, slight bemusement, and total awe at his dark's extensive vocabulary.

"Uh-uh." Harry replied, just as shocked at Yami's ability to swear in three different languages. Sometimes simultaneously. "How?" Harry asked ten minutes later. "How does he do it?"

"Damned if I know." Yuugi replied, shrugging. He was once again attempting to fix food and beverage.

"AND YOU KEEP YOUR FAT LAZY SON OF A BITCH OF A SON AWAY FROM ME AS WELL!" Yami yelled triumphantly, he slammed the phone down onto the cradle…or at least he tried to…and he most likely would have succeeded had Yuugi not grabbed it at that moment and spoke very calmly into it.

"Mr. Dursley, I would greatly like it if you would allow Harry to stay the remainder of the summer with myself, and Yami?'

"What about your grandfather boy?" Vernon demanded.

"Last minute." Yuugi replied, smiling slightly. "Had to go back to Japan right away. Very urgent."
"And he let you and your…brother stay alone, halfway around the world?"

"Yami's far over 18 years of age." Yuugi explained sincerely.

"Oh…fine! Take him!" Uncle Vernon agreed reluctantly.

Yuugi sighed, placing the phone down onto the cradle.

"Well…" He said, a smile spreading across his face. "I think that went rather well don't you?"

Although different both Yami and Harry reacted in a similar fashion, Harry knew that he would sure enjoy spending the rest of the summer away from the Dursleys.

"Thank you." He uttered softly to Yuugi. "Thank you very, very, much."

Yuugi giggled and winked at the raven haired boy.

"Hey," he laughed. "What are friends for?"

TBC

Chapter III teaser: Motous meet the Weaslys. Ron gets a taste of Yami's dueling talents, and Ron's family gets a taste of Yami's vocabulary…his very extensive vocabulary. Fred and George piss Yami off, and Percy gets sent to the Shadow Realm. YAY! More fun and excitement next time on Harry Potter and the Pharaoh's Curse!