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Solemn Wishes	By : Cepheus Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Solemn Wishes
- 2-Bonding with a punk
- 1
- 2
Cepheus: � chapter two. Meeting. I decided to post this one
very early because I�m going over to japan for a
month and I won�t be online. ;_; the thought hurts.

Review responses:

Lizsnape � I had
wanted to place this under the crossover section, but I didn�t want to be the
first one. My other crossover (very very very old one, but I was rewriting despite being not much
anymore into the fandom) was there for a day but� well, I thought the yaoi
section was more appropriated and visited. :D

J Chan � XDD you made me die laughing with
your comment about Ryou�s hair :D

Atemu_fire � heh, thanks ^^

Yami Kuro Ookami
Hatake � thanks, I am glad you like. As for Marik, he won�t be there. Too confusing.
I had thought about adding him and go for Puzzle, Tender and Bronze pairings,
but it would have been too packed to juggle with. So no, Marik won�t be there,
unfortunately.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and Yu�Gi�Oh!. They belong to J.K. Rowling
and Kazuki Takahashi.

Pairings: PuzzleShipping (Yami/Yuugi),
TornShipping (Bakura/Malik/Ryou), eventual HP pairings might be in poll.

�Speech�
�Thoughts�
�<Other Languages>�
***Dreams, flashbacks, memories,
past***
//From Hikari to Yami//
From Yami to Hikari

Solemn Wishes

Chapter 02: Bonding with a punk is not always a bad thing�

The sun had barely started to shower Privet Drive with heat when Harry�s
alarm woke him up, a jet of black hair coming out of the blankets he had rolled
into to stare blankly at the numbers on the screen.

Again, five in the morning.

It was another early morning for Harry, but he had grown used to that in
the last few weeks; he had signed a subscription for the Daily Prophet for the sole reason of keeping in contact with the
Wizardly world, and had asked for the newspaper copy to be sent every morning
at five �the only hour he was sure his aunt and uncle would never see owls
enter their nephew�s room.

Yawning, and stretching without leaving the nest of his blankets, Harry
waited for the owl to start tapping at his window like every morning, and as he
waited, he tried to shake away the sleep.

Something was nagging him at the back of his head, and soon, a trickle
of excitement started running through his veins, even if for a while he didn�t
understand why this day was different from the others.

Then, right when a soft tapping alerted him the owl had arrived, Harry
remembered that today he was supposed to go meet the new neighbours.

For how stupid that reason could be, it was still a change from the
usual boring routine, and he welcomed the feeling, a small smile appearing on
his lips.

He stood up and opened the window (that thing kept closing whilst he was
asleep), paying the owl and offering him a treat he had prepared the previous
night, then he looked at the head�page, frowning when once again, no news about
Voldemort was being displayed.

This time, the daily top�s news was about a nest of Boggarts being found
in some old, ready�to�be�demolished house in the middle of a Muggle street,
that had been deemed haunted for months before the Muggle city minister had
finally decided to do something.

Harry threw the newspaper in a corner, where a small pile of old copies
still resided, and dressing up (trying to tame his hair had no better result
that day than any before had) he moved downstairs, this time not bothering to
take any book with him not anything other than the spare money he had (some of
which was actually Wizard change, but also some pounds).

He was determined in trying to spend the time, and if he could do so by
getting friendly with some Muggle neighbours that had never met him, he would
gladly do it; more so if aunt Petunia despised them.

He prepared himself a couple of sandwiches and the breakfast, then
looked around the kitchen and spotted some never�opened can of jam uncle Vernon
had brought home from work �aunt Petunia had put it in a cupboard but had never
used them, because all the house had been on strict diet with Dudley since the
previous year.

Despite not having ever known the rules of neighbourhood bonding, he was
aware he would look nicer if he were to greet the newcomers with some gift.

Picking up the two jam containers and throwing them into a small bag, he
exited the house, breathing once more the cool air of the morning.

Privet Drive, aunt and uncle and cousin excepted, wasn�t actually a bad
place to live in; it was comfortable, quiet, and ignoring the gossips,
easy�going. It was also beautiful at night, when all the lights would go on,
and shine like small glowing stars.

�Well then, let�s go!� he muttered to himself, suddenly uneasy.

It was not like him to randomly go, knock on someone�s door, and start
chatting away. He was the shy one, had it not been for Ron, Harry would have
never even had friends at Hogwarts.

But�

He really was bored.

He lazed around for a couple of hours, time passing really slow as all
he could do was walk around and suffer the whispers of the few neighbours that
woke early to go to work, watching the milkman do his usual tour to each house,
picking up the empty bottles and switching them with full ones.

As the van passed by, the driver waved at him, and Harry waved back;
they had kept seeing each other every morning in the last two weeks, so it was
like a mutual ritual.

At one time he even went back to the Dursley�s house to use the
bathroom, knowing he would not be seen as aunt Petunia never woke before seven
anyway. Knowing this, he could have remained indoors until then, but he didn�t
like being oppressed, and he truly hated staying there, no matter what
Dumbledore had to say about it.

�Here we go� he said out loud, when the clock he had at his wrist moved
to the number nine; he was quite sure that if the inhabitants of the house were
awake by now, he would at least hear some noise by approaching the door.

If there was no noise, he would simply come back later.

Holding the jars in his hands, Harry made his way towards the house, his
heart strangely speeding up. It was a foreign feeling, but he didn�t mind it;
he just hoped he was not going to make a fool out of himself in front of the
neighbourhoods.

For a moment he stood on the entrance door in silence, straining his
ears, and a part of him started regretting his boldness; whilst he was still
trying to decide whether to ring the bell or run away and forget everything,
the door opened with a slam, and someone collided against him.

The hit sent both Harry and the other flying, the black haired teen
falling hard on his ass with the other person above him, groaning in pain.

�<Oh, shit, Malik! What did you�>� Harry looked up, surprised at
the strange language he heard, and met the eyes of the same white haired person
he had glanced at the previous day.

It was a teen, actually, with long, wavy and spiky white hair, and eyes
of a very dark chocolate brown, dressed with an azure and white striped t�shirt
and a pair of simple jeans.

The teen looked completely aghast at the scene he had in front of him.

Harry found his breath again and looked up at the person that had dived
onto him like a train; he could only see a stock of blond�ish hair, at least
until the white haired teen helped both to stand up from the floor.

The first thing Harry noticed about the second teen was the black lines
he had under his eyes; Harry had heard that in some places males and females
outlined eyes in black but he couldn�t remember where or why.

Second, the guy was dressed with a dark navy top and a pair of blue
jeans, and had a lot of golden jewellery on him, both around his neck and arms.

Both the white haired teen and this one looked definitely out of place
in Privet Drive, and he could understand why aunt Petunia hadn�t been thrilled
to see them.

�Ah, I am sorry� the blond�ish haired teen muttered, scratching the back
of his head. �I was not aware someone was at the door at all�.

Harry shook his head �I didn�t knock, so it�s partly my fault�.

�<Malik, Ryou, what�s the matter? Who are you talking to?>�

The third and last inhabitant of the house made his appearance then, and
Harry couldn�t but stare �gape� at him.

What aunt Petunia had said was the truth, it seemed �he was really
short, with an air of childish innocence around him, and definitely his hair
was spiked up and tri�coloured� star�shaped, apparently, with golden bangs
falling in front of his eyes.

�Ah� woah, your hair�s awesome! How did you
manage to stick it up like that?� Harry realised how nosy he was only when the
words already left his lips. Then, he blushed hard and hastened to make up �ah!
Sorry! I didn�t mean it like that! It�s just that��

The shorter teen let out a quiet giggle, smiling at him �no worries,
ever since I left the airport, you�re not the first to stare at it� but just so
you know, it�s natural like that, believe it or not�.

Harry blinked. Natural hair that looked like this?

Asia was probably full of really strange things, then.

�Oh, by the way, welcome to the neighbourhood� Harry suddenly found it
much easier to speak, and with a small uncertain smile he offered the jam to
the tri�colour haired teen.

�Thanks!� the teen�s eyes positively brightened up at the sight of the
jam. �That�s very nice of you! Ah, right, sorry, my name is Yuugi Mutou� he
turned towards the other two, pointing at each as he told Harry their names.
�That is Malik Ishtar, and he�s Ryou Bakura. We moved here from Japan for a
vacation!�

Ryou smiled at Harry, who returned the smile, and Malik simply waved at
him.

�My name is Harry, Harry Potter� Harry said, glad it was going well.

And it was undeniably good for the Boy Who Lived, when none of the three
teens reacted to his name.

�So, what do you do all day in here?� Yuugi turned towards Harry, who
had accepted to show them around. �It�s quite boring here� well, I mean, quiet�
he corrected himself, coughing.

�No, it really is boring around here� thankfully I only stick around
during summer,� Harry replied, shrugging at them. �I go to a� sort of boarding
school, if you want, and I live in the dorms there for the school year�.

�Sounds fun� Malik laughed. �I�ve been home�schooled so I don�t know how
it is, but I bet you have a good time there, right?�

Harry nodded, brushing some hair from his face, feeling the heat of the
day; for once, he didn�t have to worry about his scar, because for the three
Voldemort did not exist.

�Say, don�t you miss your family when you�re away?� Malik asked then.

Harry frowned a bit, but shook his head. �Nah. I�m living with my uncle,
aunt and cousin, my parents are dead, and� well, my relatives don�t quite like
me�.

�Ah, that�s too bad� Malik shook his head, thoughtful. �I�d miss my
sister and Rishid, if I were to go to a boarding school all year�. At Harry�s
confused stare, Malik added �my sister and my adoptive brother �my mother died
when I was born, and my dad� some years later� he left it at that, not liking
the subject.

Harry blinked, but realised that they had something in common. Somehow
the thought cheered him up.

�Actually, I live with my grandfather and my mom� Yuugi piped in,
grabbing Malik�s hand to show him some comfort. �My father died, too�.

�My mother and sister died in a car incident when I was little� Ryou
commented, quietly. The subject still hurt for him too, but if his friends were
sharing their experiences, he would too. He was trying hard to move on, after
all. �And my father is never home, because he feels oppressed when we�re alone
together�.

Yuugi turned towards him and smiled, showing his support for the white
haired teen as well. Ryou returned his smile, relaxing. �So� how is your
boarding school? Fun?� Ryou decided to focus on something else.

�Ah, sure it is! Unfortunately it�s quite� uh� private, and we don�t get
to relate with the outside world much� at all� Harry shrugged.

As long as he didn�t say outwardly that he was enrolled in a magical
school, he believed he could tell the new teens about it.

At first he felt uncertain around them, especially Yuugi, who looked at
least five years younger than the other two (thus making Harry wonder how his
grandfather and mother had accepted to send him in England with only two older
teens as company), but it was hard not to feel at ease with them.

As he thought, aunt Petunia was just a damn racist.

�Really? What a bummer� Malik cracked his shoulders, looking around.
�But then again, anything is better than this place� isn�t there anything we
can do? Come on, Harry, you live here!�

Harry, who had never had anyone to do anything fun ever since he was a
baby, and that afterwards had been thrust into the Wizardly World without
explanation, didn�t know what to do; had it been Ron and Hermione, he would
have challenged them at a Wizard Chess game, or studied with them, or planned,
or something�

But Yuugi, Malik and Ryou were muggles.

�Well, I think there is a theatre nearby� he thought, biting his lower
lip. �And a park, it�s really quiet and I go there to review my essays and
homework�.

Malik�s eyes lit up �a park! Perfect!� he turned now malicious stare towards
Yuugi, who groaned. �Let�s fight, Yugioh!�

�Malik, it should be better to check the place first� Ryou admonished
the Egyptian. �We don�t want to cause unwanted trouble� besides, Duel Monsters
is not known around here and we could scare people away�.

Malik muttered something under his breath.

�Say, what does Yugioh mean? And what�s Duel Monsters?� Harry asked,
curious and mildly confused.

�Ah, that�s just the title of little Yuugi here� Malik put one arm
around Yuugi�s shoulders, squeezing him a bit. �it translates King of Games,
and actually, it means that Yuugi has never being defeated in any kind of
game�.

Harry�s eyes widened, �really? Any game?�

Yuugi blushed, swatting Malik�s hand away. �Well, yeah, but��

�And he�s the Champion for Duel Monsters, a game that�s very famous in
Japan!� Malik continued, completely undisturbed by Yuugi�s reaction. �It�s a
card game based on a hologram�maker device�.

Well, that was something indeed. Holograms? Muggles� version of magical
illusions, then. Harry was intrigued despite himself. He knew that technology
was moving forwards, but having to stay with people that acted like they lived
in middle age all the time had become too normal for him.

�If you want, later I�ll explain you how to play it� Yuugi said, excited
by the potential new Duel Monsters fan.

Harry nodded, smiling. �Oh, about that, how come your mother allowed you
to come here with only the company of them?� he looked down at Yuugi, who
stared up at him in confusion. �I mean, you can be responsible all you want but
I don�t think that it�s still legal for you to stay an entire month like this�.

Yuugi blinked. �What do you mean? It�s not like I can�t take care of
myself. I�m fifteen, after all!�

Harry stopped dead in his tracks, and stared down at Yuugi in shock;
fifteen?!

�You�re my age?!� the black haired wizard screeched, staring down at the
duellist. �Scratch that, you�re older than me!�

Ryou and Malik couldn�t but snicker behind their hands, watching Yuugi�s
annoyed expression. �Why is everyone always this shocked to find out I�m
fifteen! It�s not my fault I�m so short!� he grumbled, pouting. Even Yami had
to snicker.

//Not fair, mou hitori no boku!//
Yuugi grumbled inwardly, kicking a pebble away from him.

Despite his contrite face, even Harry had to prevent himself from
snickering.

These summer vacations wouldn�t be that bad, after all.

As far as things went, he had been right.

Despite the strangeness of things, and the fact that Harry had to hide
quite a lot of his past, and that he was a wizard, he was having fun.

Two weeks had passed since Yuugi, Ryou and Malik�s arrival to Privet
Drive, and contrariwise to Harry�s first thoughts about them, they had bonded
quite well during that time; Harry had almost forgot how fun it could be to just
relax and fool around, without having to think about wars, evil Wizards and
Unforgivable Curses.

He felt he was finally enjoying his age, free from the weights the
Wizardly World had put on him� and in a way, he was also re�finding out many
things he had missed in the Muggle world.

Even though he had been forced not to leave the spell binds Dumbledore
had put around, barely stretching to the park and the centre of the town, where
most of the fun places were, Harry was actually having fun like a normal,
muggle teen.

He had turned chaperon for the three Japanese teens, taking them around,
but had admitted to them he knew almost nothing of Little Whinging, because he
was never allowed outside when younger and he just wanted to evade his cousin
and his group of bullies.

Come to think of it, Dudley had never approached the teens at all during
the two weeks, and Harry suspected it was because of him �Dudley was still
quite scared of his magic, no matter if he couldn�t use it during summer
vacations.

And what mattered the most, Yuugi and the other two treated him like an
equal, talking about random, funny and stupid things but also about some
serious stuff Harry had been unable to talk about with Hermione and Ron.

He had confessed about his hatred for his relatives, and that he was
stuck with them until he turned to legal age, and that they acted as if he was
worthless than a speckle of dirt.

He had some strange conversation about racial distaste (on his part, his
mind kept thinking of the hatred Purebloods felt for muggle�born people, but
also the inexplicable distaste wizards had towards Centaurs, Vampires, Giants
and Goblins), a subject he had never thought much about, and Yuugi had replied
with some good points, too.

And, as far as he could talk without going too much into details he
could not reveal, somehow Harry ended up talking about his school, and the
pressures he felt there. Even though he could not tell his new friends about
who he was and what it meant for the safety of the world, somehow he related
his feelings enough that Yuugi responded to them, admitting that he could
understand.

Harry knew he probably couldn�t really understand, but�

Yuugi never tried to minimize or evade anything, tackling head in every
time they spoke, no matter about what. It felt refreshing, and Harry felt they
were treating him for what he was, and not what he should be.

Every morning he still woke at five, glancing at the top headers of The Daily Prophet in the vague, if not
helpless hope that something was changing, but nothing was.

Everything seemed more important than Voldemort and people dying. Harry
held no hope about the Prophet, nor
about Fudge.

The few letters he received were still missing the basic information he
sought, Hermione skidding through what she was doing with Ron and exactly where
they were (because Ron had admitted they were not at the Burrow), and even
Sirius� brief messages were more on the tones of �stay put and out of danger�
than actual help.

But despite that, he didn�t feel that angry with his friends anymore;
yes, he still was furious they had been having fun without him, and that they
were telling him nothing, but�

He was having fun on his own. He didn�t even think about Ron and
Hermione that much (because then he�d ruin his day with bitterness), but it was
not his way to retaliate� he really was having fun with Yuugi, Malik and Ryou.

No magic involved, and yet�

It was the best summer of his life.

That was why Harry was actually looking forwards to his days spent with the
three of them.

Yuugi was the funnier between the three, and he always tried to get the
others to play games against him �sometimes moving to obsessive in the matter
of seconds� even though he always won.

Ryou was the calmest, and he usually brought books with him everywhere,
spending some time reading. Also, most of the time, without the rest of them
realising it, he bought souvenirs or strange objects to bring home�

Once he even reappeared with an expensive�looking vase that was very
much similar to one Harry had seen in Mrs. Figg�s house. When he had said so,
Ryou had laughed out, saying it was a very cheap object, whilst Yuugi had
looked like he had swallowed a fly.

Malik� Malik was hard to describe. He was active and bright, but he was
also reckless. Many times Yuugi tried to stop him from playing strange kind of
pranks on unsuspecting passerby because he was bored �some including the
hologram devices they owned.

And many times Yuugi couldn�t stop him� which made even Harry die of
laughter for the outcome.

Something that held major importance for Harry though, was that Yuugi
had taught him how to play with Duel Monsters, a game that was actually famous
in America and Japan, and the hologram devices were astonishing, even for him,
who had met quite a lot of strange creatures.

Most of the duels Yuugi fought with either Ryou or Malik were really
something else, the holograms feeling so real that Harry was shocked when they
ended, and the holograms of the cards disappeared �so real that when one of
Yuugi�s cards, a female magician, winked at Harry when she was summoned, he had
felt a blush creep on his cheeks.

Then, the three teens had wanted to spend Harry�s birthday with him once
he told them the date was approaching. They had given him a deck of Duel
Monsters cards, much to Harry�s delight �a collection of strong cards that were
still easy to work with as an amateur.

Yuugi also promised him a Duelling Disk, as soon as the package arrived
from Domino �apparently the tri�colour haired duellist had asked a guy named
Kaiba some help with it.

In the morning, Harry had woken up at the usual hour, for once ignoring
the daily newspaper in order to get ready.

The owls from his friends had arrived at nine, as he had been busy
eating some sweets he had bought the previous day, and for a moment he had felt
hope soar in his heart �hoping against hope that Hermione and Ron would finally
tell him something.

Anything.

But they merely wished him a happy birthday, and the gifts inside the
packages the owls brought did nothing to calm his anger. He was glad they still
thought of him, but he would have preferred news and information over any gift.

Mrs. Weasley had sent him a cake like every past year, but even that had
a bitter taste.

And yet, as the day progressed, Harry found out he had no time to ponder
over his friends and lack of information, because Yuugi, Ryou and Malik had no
intentions to let him depressed, even if they didn�t� know why.

He played with his new deck, joking around, they ate a picnic at the
park and in the evening they even ordered pizza at Yuugi�tachi�s house.

The night of his birthday, warmed up and with his belly full of pizza,
ice cream and cake, Harry scribbled some words of thanks to his friends and
their families and fell on his bed, eyes fixed on the new, polished cards until
he fell asleep �no nightmares nor burning scar bothering him, just like in the
last two weeks.

On Yuugi�tachi�s part, they were having fun with Harry. Meeting up with
a new friend there, for the month they had planned in staying was something
they were grateful of.

Yuugi had the distinct impression Harry had not been completely honest
with them, though �some of the things he said about his family and his school
were quite strange, and the mentions about pressure and how people looked at
him were not normal for a teen his age.

And yet, Yuugi himself had not explained anything about the Puzzle or
Yami. Which made them even, in a way.

Also, it didn�t mean they didn�t have fun. They had been going to the
town�s arcade (which was quite small but not unsatisfactory), or to the theatre
to watch some new movie, or simply hanging around the park.

After hearing what the Dursley�s reaction to their arrival had been, and
after having been told how Harry was treated by them, the trio had started
pulling unsuspecting pranks on the family. Many things had been stolen by
Bakura from the house at night, or even during the day, and the fat, idiot
cousin called Dudley was far too scared by his encounter with Malik to even
think about reporting to his mother that Harry was hanging around with the
�punk Japanese scum�.

Despite the fact that Yami and Bakura loved to switch with their Hikari
if given a possibility, they had maintained a low profile with Harry, because
they didn�t want to have to explain things they couldn�t.

Yami found it quite annoying, because it meant he had to tame down his
cocky attitude when playing, but Bakura had fun, parodying Ryou around with
practiced ease. Besides, to him it was twice as fun to steal things and still
keep up the whole angel role.

Yuugi, faithful to his words at the start of the vacation, ignored
anything that shouldn�t have been in the house, even though he caved in when
Bakura returned with a brand�new coffee maker, muttering curses about it but
still using it every day to get his fill.

So, with three new vases, five expensive carpets, some beautiful
paintings, a set of ceremonial tea cups that probably were worth more than the
house, two ancient coin sets, two new knives, the coffee�maker and random jewellery
Ryou was trying to hide from Yami, the house was growing quite richer.

�Hey, what are we going to do tomorrow?� Malik stretched as he glanced
at the watch on his wrist, making it so the tri�colour haired teen could get a
good look at it, and Yuugi groaned. This was new� it meant a new addition to
the list of things Bakura stole. �It�s a bit late, so we should go back home�.

�Well, I did want to get a new shirt� Bakura offered, mimicking his
Hikari for Harry�s benefice as he tugged at the side of his clothing. �This one
got ruined�� he paused, remembering with fondness the way he valiantly broke
through a rich guy�s house and got his very first painting, unfortunately
ripping his shirt when it got stuck on a nearby sticking out nail. �well, it
got ruined� he finished, shrugging.

Yuugi groaned. Harry looked at him, quite used to the strange reaction
the shorter teen sometimes had when Ryou said these things, and pondered over
it �he was vaguely ashamed of Dudley�s clothes, but Yuugi, Malik and Ryou never
seemed to care about it. �I think there is a shop somewhere near the arcade� I
don�t know, I never needed to buy anything� and my school robes were always
bought somewhere in London�.

�Ah, we should so go to London sometimes before the trip�s over� Ryou
exclaimed, switching places with his Yami in a haste. �I can�t believe we got
here to get to see some museum and some famous place and yet we simply spent
times at the arcade! We could have stayed in Domino for that!�

Which was true, but being away from everyone made it seem like a real
vacation. With no evil presence to disturb them.

�But then you would have had Jounouchi around� Malik smirked. �And
Yuugi�s clingy friends!�

�Hey!� Yuugi blushed a bit, pouting at the vague jokingly insult.

�Well, I happen to like clingy friends� Ryou sniffed. �It�s not like I
had any before� he coughed.

�I know, I know, I feel the same �it�s just that sometimes I wonder if
they have a life on their own, or they just live to follow Yuugi here around�
Malik snickered.

Yuugi looked away. Despite his love for his friends, sometimes a part of
him wondered the same.

Harry shook his head. �My two friends are the same �they follow me
everywhere, and it�s awesome, I mean, they helped me through many things
before, I know I wouldn�t have done anything without them, but� they have the
bad habit of trying to keep me from things that regard me but that I shouldn�t
know� he finished, feeling his anger spike towards Dumbledore.

How could he just stay out of things if he was the only one who could
help?

Dumbledore thought of him as a child when he wanted to, but counted on
him as a fighter, as his fighter,
when the time asked for it. It wasn�t right.

�Well, it�s nice to have good friends� Yuugi concluded. �And even if in
a few weeks we will be going back to Domino, you will still be one of them for
us, Harry!�

Harry felt warmth seep inside him. It felt just like the first time he,
Hermione and Ron admitted their friendship �after having defeated the troll in
their first year.

Yes, indeed, he thought. Befriending some Japanese punks had been a
great idea.
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