Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Pharaoh's Curse ❯ Mystery of the Shadow Realm ( Chapter 6 )

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Harry Potter and the Pharaoh's Curse

Chapter Five

"Mr. Motou!" Professor Minerva McGonagal yelled furiously, grabbing Yami by the ear and starting to drag him away, much to Yuugi's dismay. "We will not tolerate that kind of magic at this school!"

"What kind of magic?" Yami demanded in irritation, blasphemous phrases popping into his mind as he tried to wrench her fingers out of their death grip on his ear. "Pray tell?" He added, the pain in his cartilage turning his already bad mood worse. He had just offered to duel Seamus to a duel, and the wizard in training had drawn his wand on him. For some reason that had doused a large bucket of water over his previously warm and cheery mindset.

"Black Magic, Mr. Motou." McGonagal spat at him, halting in front of gargoyle and snapping out the password of "Strawberry Sorbet" and digging her fingernails with purposeful force as the gargoyle jumped aside.

"What the hell are you blabbering about, woman?" He barked impatiently. "You think that I would stoop so low as to use black arts on a novice like him? Why would I bother? And you're going to make me bleed." He pointed out, and noticed a distinct lightening in the pressure on his ear.

She didn't reply, but as they reached the top of the moving stairs, she rapped harshly on the wooden door. After a few minutes of Yami brooding over the misconception of his magic for black arts and McGonagal tapping her foot impatiently against the carpeted floor, the door opened and an- albeit alarmed- Professor Dumbledor stared at them.

"Hello, Minerva, Yami." He nodded to them each in turn. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of a visit on such a fine day?" His eyes were alight with their usual sparkle. But neither of his guests looked in the mood for jokes. And this was proven as Yami immediately forgot what country he was in and started ranting off in Japanese.

"Dumbledor-sensei, baka no onna!" He started, anger flaring in his eyes. "Shimatta! Jo-chan no hanja! K'so-"

"Mr. Motou," Dumbledor held up a hand to halt his progress and calmly continued, "I do not speak Japanese. I beg of you, please remove all profane wording from that explanation and translate it into English for my own better understanding."

Yami growled and rephrased before translation.

"This…" He paused to think of wording that would not land him in yet more detention. "Idiot mortal woman" he chose on "presumes to accuse me of using European black magic! I have never so much as touched one of your so-called 'dark' spell books." He protested, obviously enraged, yet admirably defensive.

"Of course." Dumbledor nodded and turned to McGonagal. "Minerva? Is this true?"

"Since this those two boys came here," it was obvious that she was trying to remain calm in Dumbledor's presence, "I have received more than one complaint that they are…partaking of inappropriate activities."

Dumbledor's eyes were twinkling more than usual as he met Yami's overly defiant gaze.

"Mr. Motou, have you been excessively intimate with your counter-part?" He asked in amusement.

"Sensei," Yami blushed furiously, but utterly sincere as he tried to defend his position, "I swear to whatever deity you want, we did nothing of the sort in that bed."

"Mr. Longbottom came to me asking where he could find a good therapist." McGonagal commented wryly. "And I just witnessed Mr. Motou here muttering something under his breath to Mr. Finnegan."

"I wasn't cursing him, damnit!" Yami looked appalled at the thought. "Trust me, if I were, I wouldn't be whispering."

McGonagal opened her mouth to retort as Dumbledor's eyebrows went up, but neither had the chance to respond there was a knock on the door and- when Dumbledor went to answer it, he found Hagrid and a very agitated looked Yuugi behind it. The latter of whom immediately ran into the office and wrapped his arms around a now thoroughly bemused Yami's waist jabbering- quite quickly- "Yami-koi! Are you okay? Did she hurt you? What's going on? No one told me! I'm so confused!"

"I found 'im runnin' 'round the Great Hall." Hagrid explained uncomfortably to the odd stares he was receiving from Dumbledor and McGonagal. "Lil' thing kept beggin' for 'im, and I couldn' jus' leave 'im there, so I though' it couldn' 'urt to jus' bring 'im up 'ere."

The looks where transferred to Yami and Yuugi. The former looking slightly exasperated at the latter's constant and continuing chatter.

"I think you've met my significant other." He mumbled, as Yuugi ignored his speaking and continued to rant on.

Harry, meanwhile, was being dragged along the exact path by Professor Severus Snape, wondering briefly what he'd done to cause possible expulsion that day. And what Yami had done to anger McGonagal to such an extent. Snape had a tight grip on his wrist as they went through the halls. His ears pricked as Snape told the gargoyle the password to Dumbledor's office. Strawberry Sorbet, eh? Not too hard to remember. As they reached the top of the staircase, Snape stopped suddenly. Harry jerked to a halt beside him. (He wondered with mild curiosity if this had something to do with snogging Draco on the train. It was a possibility, after all.) Then he heard it. McGonagal, Dumbledor, Hagrid and…Yami and Yuugi? They were all in deep conversation, McGonagal speaking presently.

"Albus, don't you think we're owed an explanation as to why these two are here?" She asked tiredly.

"Because these two young men can offer a form of magic completely alien to our kind." He replied simply. He sounded like he was smiling gently at her. "Can't you, Yuugi, and…do you go by Yami or My Pharaoh?"

Harry blinked and Snape simply eyed him warily.

"How did you-" Yami started when Yuugi cut him off.

"It would make sense that he would know, Yami." He nodded knowingly. "Maybe he knows more? About the Shadow Realm and maybe your past? He might know what even Isis didn't."

"Isis knew more than she let on." Yami contradicted, staring at Dumbledor with torn fascination. "But…how would you know of it, Dumbledor-sensei?"

"I have my ways." Dumbledor's smile didn't let up for a second as he tapped his temple with his index finger. "In any event, which title would you feel more comfortable with?"

"Uh…Yami." He nodded vigorously. It had been far too long to take up the title 'Pharaoh' again. "Yami's fine." He confirmed still thoroughly confused.

"What magic do you use, Motou?" McGonagal asked them, only half impatient now that she was getting some answers.

"San." Yami and Yuugi finished automatically. When she gave them a raised eyebrow Yuugi continued with the explanation. " 'San' would be the proper suffix for an unfamiliar relationship, back home. Like between two acquaintances- or a sensei and student."

Yami then set about answering her question. He had no desire to pick a fight with this one. The greasy one, that was okay, but this woman might just beat him in one. She was rather intimidating, after all.

"Shadow Magic." He responded to the aforementioned query. "It's a very old form of Magic that was used back during my reign in Egypt. We used it for the Shadow Games, among other things."

"Shadow Games?" More raised eyebrows.

"Yes. You've heard of Duel Monsters?" No one responded, and Yuugi took out his deck. Yami drew the top card- the Dark Magician Girl- and showed it to the teachers. "These monsters are brought out into reality through an alternative plane: The Shadow Realm. In the Shadow Realm, monsters' Master or Mistress would duel battle against their foe. This was often used in political disputes. Mistresses were also rather rare then."

"You used an alternative plane of reality to solve political disputes?" McGonagal asked dubiously. Dumbledor just smiled knowingly and Hagrid seemed enthralled by the card.

"Not one word, Potter." Snape spoke up suddenly, snapping Harry out of the absorbed state he'd been in through the entire conversation. "Not one word, or I will see that you are expelled."

"I won't say anything." Harry promised quickly, realizing that he was catching a big break here. He would go with it.

"Not to Granger or Weasley, or anybody." His meaning of 'anybody' was relatively obvious. He meant Draco.

Harry ran into the great hall, panting- unable to resist the urge to relay the conversation he'd just overheard to Ron or Hermione. After having found them, and repeating what he'd heard, he waited excitedly- trying to judge their reaction.

"That's…amazing!" Ron gaped at him. "They have a whole other dimension just for a card game?"

"You don't get it, either of you, do you?" Hermione asked, noting that Harry had a similar expression to Ron. "There's a lot more on the table than either of you are comprehending here." She stated, a worried expression on her face.

Ron blinked and looked up and down the Griffendor table.

"I know there's a lot of food, Hermione, but don't you think you're over reacting a bit?" He mused. "Or does this have something to do with spew?"

Hermione let out a strangled shriek of frustration. "Not the literal table, you buffoon!" She spat, jumping up suddenly. "It's a metaphor!" And as she started to stomp out of the Great Hall, she turned back for a moment, frowning deeply. "And it's not spew. How many times must I tell you this? It's the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare." And then, she left. Leaving Harry and Ron, bemused in her wake.

As she rushed out, she almost knocked Draco over when he tried to enter the Great Hall. They were early to lunch anyway.

"What's up with the Mud-" He halted and rephrased as Harry and Ron both shot him nasty looks. "What's up with Granger?"

"Over worked houselves?" Ron guessed, shrugging and taking another bite of his sweet potato.

"Ancient magical ghosts from foreign countries trying to help us stop Voldemort," He ignored Ron cringing at the name, "for no particular reason?" Harry blinked up at Draco innocently. "Who knows about these things, really?"

"That was a very detailed guess, Potter." Draco commented, sitting down in Hermione's empty seat. "Spill."

And so, once again, Harry recapped the conversation he'd 'accidentally' overheard. By the time he'd finished, Draco was in much the same state as Ron, but for a completely different reason. Far from being amazed about the Shadow Realm, or Yami being a Pharaoh, he was astounded by how lucky Harry had been with Snape.

"He didn't even give you detention?"

"Nope." Harry grinned. "Just a warning. Although, I'm not sure what I did to begin with. But that's really not the point."

"Right." Draco nodded dubiously. "Not the point."

"What's not the point?"

Everyone jumped as Yuugi and Yami walked up and-Yami shoving Draco out of the way, and, inadvertently, into Harry's lap, (snickering as Neville choked on his lamb chops) sat down. Both were speaking rapidly in Japanese, not bothering to be quiet about it. Finally, when they were finished, Yuugi turned sweetly to Yami and told him:

"Yami-kun no baka."

"Iie, Aibou." He shook his head. "Iie baka. Koibito, ne?"

"Hai."

The Griffendors, and Slythern, were all very confused by the time the exchange was completed. But they managed to ignore the staring as Yami complained about how much he missed Japanese food. By the time dinner was over, they were all more than happy to return to their common rooms. Draco walked Harry to the main staircase, and-as soon as he was sure no one was watching-kissing him gently on the lips.

"Good night." He murmured, to which Harry nodded listlessly. He wanted to be with Draco at night. Not this separate dormitories deal. He'd have to bring it up with Dumbledor sometime. Yeah…he would bring it up. Next time he was alone with the Headmaster and not facing expulsion. "Tomorrow?"

"Harry-kun?" Yuugi looked worriedly at him, from where he was sitting on Yami's bed-waiting for the other to return from where he was brushing his teeth in the bathroom. "Are you okay? You seem…distant."

"I'm fine." Harry nodded back at him. "Just…lonely, that's all."

"You want to be with Malfoy-senpai*, don't you?"

"Yes."

Yuugi's eyebrows furrowed in concern. He wanted to help Harry, but he had no power to put two people from different houses in the same bed. He wished there was something he could do. In fact, he couldn't think of anyone with that kind of authority except…Dumbledor!

"We'll take care of it tomorrow, Harry-kun." He promised, lying down. A few minutes later, Yami came back in and they were both soon asleep.

Harry just wanted to know what it felt like to have someone in bed with him. Not sex, per say, just the feeling of having another body against his own. Then it hit him.

"Ron!" He hissed into the dark, at the bed across from his own. "Ron!" He whispered harshly again.

Ron sat up quite suddenly and looked over confusedly at Harry. It was almost midnight and Ron had gone to bed around eleven. Of course he would have been asleep already.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Harry asked, blushing at how stupid he sounded. Like a child who had just woken from a horrible dream.

"What about Malfoy?" The redhead asked groggily. He was obviously still trying to wake up.

"It has nothing to do with Draco." Harry sighed and moved over so that they wouldn't wake the rest of the house. "I'm just lonely tonight, that's all."

"Oh." He still didn't seem to be comprehending the entire concept, but nodded sleepily. "Sure you can stay, Harry."

The next morning, Harry snuck out of bed, carefully so as to not wake Ron, and into the bathroom to shower and dress. As he looked into the mirror he saw-much to his horror and chagrin-a purple and blue flaw in his neck that resembled a bruise. But it could have been it must be…

"Oh, fuck!" He swore under his breath, examining the bite with panicked painstaking care. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" What had happened after he had gone to sleep the night before? How long had Ron been awake? What had they done in that amount of time? "Damnit all!" he was seriously considering going to Yami for some new curse words when the door started to open. Panicked, he quickly tried to cover the blemish with his pyjama collar. The door opened to reveal a rather drowsy looking Ron coming in. "What did you do?" He hissed at him, currently going to pieces and yanking his friend over to show him the result of whatever had occurred the night before.

"Oh my-" Ron examined the hicky and-some panic in his own voice now-"Harry I honestly have no clue where that came from."

"Forget where it came from!" Harry snapped, fingering it. "How can I make it go away?"

"I have an idea." Ron said suddenly and ran out. During the five or so minutes that he was gone Harry danced unhappily on the spot, attempting to avoid a nervous breakdown. When Ron returned there was a great deal of terrified yelping from the dormitory and entered, right behind him, Hermione. She was holding a bag of mysterious muggle products, also known as make-up.

"What did you do?" She gaped at the discolouration with something like disgust. "Did Malfoy-"

"Not Draco!" Harry replied quickly. "I…uh…poked myself with my wand last night. Anyway, it looks really awful-can you fix it?" He rushed out, cringing against the disbelief on her face. But she didn't reply. Just set about applying the various products to blend in the flaw.

"That should do." She eyed it sceptically. Harry looked in the mirror and let out a relieved sigh, the blemish was relatively invisible.

"Thank you." He murmured, genuinely grateful. "Thank you so much."

It was right about then that Yuugi entered, yawning slightly, blinked, looked over at Harry and grinned at the trio. "Nice make-up job, Granger-chan."

Harry could only hope that he meant Hermione's. Otherwise, he was in a shit-load of trouble. On the other hand, he reasoned with himself, Yuugi was probably more used to seeing make-up than Draco was. Hopefully. Or maybe he could just avoid the Malfoy heir until it went away. Yeah, like that would really work. Grimacing slightly, Harry made a vow as he got dressed and exited the bathroom, Ron and Hermione close behind, never to share a bed with Ronald Weasley again.

"But, Harry-kun?" Yuugi continued from the shower, before he turned the water on. "If your going to take up cross-dressing, don't wear magenta."

Yeah. He was screwed.

TBC

Next time on Harry Potter and the Pharaoh's Curse-

Hormones rage as Harry fights with the guilt he's feeling and the overwhelming desire to be with One- Draco Malfoy. Meanwhile, something's bothering Yami. But will he admit to it, and if he does, will there be any help about it?