Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Demented Adventures of Angel Bakura ❯ F. Meeting the Dursley's and Harry ( Chapter 8 )

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F. MEETING THE DURSLEY’S AND HARRY

Anywhere: Evanescence

And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free

I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you

Take my hand

We're leaving here tonight

There's no need to tell anyone

They'd only hold us down

We'll be half way to anywhere

All I want is to give my life only to you

I've dreamt so long I cannot dream anymore

Let's run away, I'll take you there

Forget this life

Come with me

Don't look back you're safe now

Unlock your heart

Drop your guard

No one's left to stop you

We're leaving here tonight

There's no need to tell anyone

They'd only hold us down

So by the morning light

We'll be half way to anywhere

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Harry Potter was now seventeen and going through hell.

His friends had abandoned him after the sixth year, when Lord Voldemort had been taken care of... or so they thought. Harry Potter had seen everything his ‘enemy’ went through and understood why he was doing what he was doing. That was until he found himself witnessing the odd conversation about his name, but he dismissed that as being one of his delusions due to the lack of food and care. It was amazing how everything repeated itself in the cycle of pain.

As a result of that Harry Potter had figured out what he was... he also remembered the betrayal he felt. It was just the same as it was before he went to Hogwarts, and before the fame, and before the obsessive-compulsive homicidal maniac that wanted to conquer the entire world, and before... well, everything else.

He flopped back on his small bed, his feet and ankles hanging over the edge. He was staring at the ceiling as a swirling vortex stared back. He was about to sit up, only to find a mess of white hair in his face and a rather comforting weight covering him. “Damn landings, I will perfect them before I go home!” she declared in a whisper, which then went down to ranting. “That and kill that annoying bitch that can’t even throw a proper punch without using her superhero powers.” He glanced down in time to catch dark brown eyes and a rather delicate face set in a look that made him really uneasy.

Angel had landed with her rant and found herself looking at a boy with green eyes. He felt rather thin, but that didn’t bother her just yet. So she opted for the lazy route and she rested her chin on his sternum with a look of confusion, but didn’t move as he barely took a breath in and out.

Obviously he was weary around her, but she didn’t care.

“How the hell did you get here?” he asked after minutes of silence as she scowled, nearly Snape-like (our dear Harry managed to note in surprise).

“I pissed off somebody who can’t fight and she pushed me into a portal that sent me in the generalization of ‘here’, where ever that may be.” Angel stated with a shrug as she rested her hands by his head. “Who are you and where is here?”

“My name is Harry Potter and you’re in four Privet Drive, Surrey... London... ummm... London, England.” he stated as she still didn’t move. He was really starting to feel uncomfortable with the position he was in and the relatives he had, but it didn’t look like she was going to be moving any time soon either. “I hate to sound like a broken record, but who the hell are you?”

“Angelique Bakura, friends call me Angel.” she stated, rolling off to his side and sitting with her back to the wall. He looked to be rather thankful for this as she laughed, but that was cut off as he rolled on to his side facing her with his head propped up on one hand.

“How’d you get here?” he asked as her expression was kicked up from ‘Friendly’ to ‘Icy Mask’ which was not good. Harry sensed this and had the sense to blush. “It’s not that I don’t like the company, it’s just…” She didn’t move an inch, but seemed to accept the apology for whatever he nearly did.

“The vortex that was above your head.” She finally answered as he nodded in acceptance, because what else could he possibly do? “Maybe if we go to sleep, this will end up a really bad dream.” Angel muttered as she rested her head against the wall and stared at the dull ceiling.

“Hopefully...” Harry agreed as Angel went into meditation mode and he fell asleep.

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Angel slowly woke up to a set of arms wrapped around her. This was unusual because her parents slept together, when Kourage wasn’t pissing Ryou off or when he and Marik went out drinking. Then again these arms didn’t feel like the good natured hugs she got from her male relatives.

She then twitched with the emotion of anger sneaking up on her. No one snuck into bed with her and go away with it. Whoever it was, which she didn’t care, was about to get a rude awakening when they started to stir. This she was already sure of!

Her eyes snapped open as she found herself looking into a mass of black hair as the seventeen year old boy clung to her like a life sized teddy bear. He had crawled into her lap like a kid that wanted someone to hold on to, which made a pretty interesting picture with the twitching Angel and innocent Harry.

Biting her lip, Angel tried to figure out the possibilities as to why he twitched in his sleep or whimpered. At some points he was holding on to her tighter, but never woke up. “Bad dream, hell, this is a good start to my seventeenth year of life... a fucking real life nightmare!” she muttered patting his head as he grumbled something and buried his face into the crook of where her neck and shoulder met. He was getting dangerously close to a rather private area that she normal slapped people for groping...

She restrained herself rather well.

“Harry...” she stated poking him as he didn’t wake up.

“Angel?” he whispered, still half asleep as he glanced down at the position they were in and blushed. He immediately scooted off of her lap and then off of the narrow bed as she snickered. “Sorry.” Harry stated, glaring at her as she restrained her urge to laugh insanely.

“No problem. Now if you groped me I would have killed you.” she replied with a shrug, shifting painfully as her back protested sleeping against a hard wall. He stared at her as she pulled a rather fancy key laden ring from her backpack and then shoved it into her black leather back-pack, which had been hanging from one arm and totally forgotten in the entire mess of last night/early morning.

It was then he heard the herd of wild buffalo go down the steps, nearly causing an earthquake. Angel looked really confused by how the house shook with the movement as he summed it up rather well. “Shit, the Dursley’s.” he groaned and fell back, hitting his head off of the wooden floor. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to facing his loving relatives with the girl in his room.

Then again he didn’t know that the white haired girl was demented and evil.

“Now, Harry, you call me Angel and your a friend... let me handle these Dursley people. You just shut up and play the role of the ignorant fool who has a short attention span and won’t tell the police what happened because you didn’t witness it.” she stated in a soothing voice as he looked skeptical, but then remembered she had dropped from the ceiling from a vortex of some sort and had already threatened to kill him a few times already.

She probably could have, considering she was closer to him then any of the Death Eaters.

“Then you can kindly tell me why you’re so fucking depressed.” She added as he frowned.

“Is it that obvious?” he asked in a tired voice as she nodded and pointed at his eyes, which had bags under them. He touched his eyes as his glasses were on his face, which he didn’t remember putting on, and then watched as she stood up and stretched all the while flinging her bag over her shoulder. “Alright, only after breakfast.”

“Deal!”

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After they both came down the steps, ignoring the gawking look they got from Dudley Dursley, they both entered the kitchen. It was now time to play “How Observant Are You” with the nice relatives that you were forced to live with.

About five minutes later Vernon Dursley finally sat down his paper and seen Angel sitting across from him intently staring at the wall past his head sipping tea. He had seen that Petunia Dursley, his wife, and his son Dudley hadn’t touched their breakfast as it all sat before them. Harry was trying to restrain his laughter.

“BOY! Where the hell did this whore come from?” Vernon Dursley all but screamed as all glanced at her again. Angel was still pleasantly staring at the wall while sipping her tea, either ignoring him or debating something. It was now that Harry started wondering what she had quickly planned, but had a hunch she was up to no good if she hadn’t decided to sneak out like a normal person might have.

Then again he didn’t know Angel... he was in for the shock of a lifetime. She wasn’t your normal girl.

Meanwhile, Angel finally snapped out of her thoughts after the word “whore” left the fat man’s lips. It was then that she quickly switched between her “The Sweet and Innocent Teenage Girl that Wouldn’t Hurt a Fly” into the ever loved “The Homicidal Maniac that You Just Managed to Insult” all in under thirty seconds. A new record!

“Mr. Dursley.” She stated with a pleasant smile and then let it drop into one that bared her teeth along with the evil look that was twinkling in her dark eyes. “My name is Angelique Bakura, which probably doesn’t mean anything to you... and if you value your worthless, pathetic mortal life you will do best not to insult me again.”

“Why is that, freak?” Dudley sneered as she glared at him.

“I was thrown from my perfectly peachy home complete with understanding relatives into this worthless shit hole you call a house.” she stated coldly as all attention was on her now, the reason being she was now radiating a hostile aura that told them she meant business. Enough business that none would make it to the phone. “Fuck it, whore is high on my insult o’meter and your fucked now.” she stated and pulled a rather random card from her shoulder bag.

Bakura’s favorite torture to bestow upon most people.

Angel let out a laugh and twirled the card between her fingers and then showed it to them. Man-eater Bug. Vernon started to laugh. “What are you going to do? Paper-cut us to death?” he laughed as the card glowed as did the golden ring that was resting on her chest and then a symbol on her forehead.

Beside her the life-sized green mantis appeared, awaiting orders.

“Scare them, no killing… yet.” she stated as the creature gave a cackle of sorts and advanced on them as the Dursley’s ran. They soon found that nothing in the house worked- the windows had been blocked, door jammed, chimney blocked, and the phone wasn’t working. So they were up the creek without a paddle.

The two- Angel and Harry- sat down to breakfast as Harry got a good laugh, noticing his relatives couldn’t get out and apparently no one could hear them. “Tea?” she asked politely as he nodded, accepting the cup from her as the group passed yet again.

“Now it looks to be a rather interesting year.” Harry told her as she laughed.

“Always, kid.”

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