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Solemn Wishes	By : Cepheus Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1288 -:- 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: �
usual crossover. I just wanted to write my own :) attempt at yaoi, crossover
between two fandom, pairings below, a bit of OOCism
given to the fic�s plot, but trying to keep IC.

Sorry
for any possible grammar mistake, but my first language is not English.

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 01: The start of a relatively
good vacation

�Grandfather, I�m off!�

Whereas the old man had been
sitting on a chair in their little kitchen, sipping his first (and surely not
last) cup of coffee of the morning, a tornado also known as Yuugi had been
running around the house in excitement, bringing a smile out on his
grandfather�s lips as he followed his grandchildren speed everywhere.

Fondly, the man watched as the
tri�colour haired teen reappeared two more times in the kitchen, checking
thrice if he had everything he needed �from his deck to the small wallet with
all his money� before speeding upstairs once again.

Truly, living in the same house
as Yuugi could only bring amusement, because it was fun to watch the youth act
so happily, ready to start another day with his friends. Mutou Sugoroku,
currently the owner of Kame Shop in Domino city, Japan, was grateful for the
chain of events that had caused Yuugi to turn from his previous shy kid into
what he could see now.

�Yuugi�chan! Don�t forget your
bento!� Yuugi�s mother grabbed her son by the back of his jacket as he ran
downstairs again with his school bag on one shoulder, effectively stopping him.

Yuugi glanced up at his mother
with a beaming smile, grabbing his lunch�pack and waving at both as he finally
exited the house, closing the door behind his back with a last �Bye mom! Bye
grandfather!�

Sugoroku sipped another bit of
his coffee and stared amusedly at Yuugi�s mother, who turned around and shared
a knowing look with him.

�It�s good to see him this
cheerful� she commented with a sigh, sitting down on the nearest chair as
Sugoroku poured her a cup of coffee �but he�s a handful alright�.

Sugoroku simply smiled.

Yuugi ran down the street,
munching on a piece of bread he stole from one of his visits to the kitchen,
his eyes checking on his watch to make sure he wasn�t far too late �Jounouchi,
Honda and Anzu were waiting for him just around the corner, but he had lost the
track of time as he checked his deck to make sure all the new cards he had
placed would not unbalance it.

A quiet chuckle coming from the
back of him mind brought a smile on Yuugi�s lips, as part of his attention
turned inwardly, to the spirit that inhabited his body thanks to the Sennen
Puzzle at his neck.

You�re quite cheerful this morning, Aibou Yami commented, shaking
his head with a fond smile.

//Of course! Today the ending exams� results will be out, and after that,
summer vacation officially starts!// Yuugi�s mental voice was beaming. //It�s been weeks since we�ve started planning
out our summer, I can�t wait to use it to the fullest!// Yuugi turned
around the corner, and saw his three friends there, waiting for him.

To his surprise, Ryou was also
standing there, a bit on the side from the rest of the teens, and looked lost
in thought, his eyes glazed over. Yuugi knew better, as his eyes easily spotted
a semi�transparent figure standing next to him, the two apparently talking to
each other.

Tch was the Pharaoh�s reaction at the sight of the Thief standing
there, followed by a series of undertone curses in Egyptian.

//Be nice, mou hitori no boku// Yuugi chastised, waving as he
approached the group.

�Yuugi! Good morning!� Anzu
smiled down at her friend, as both Honda and Jounouchi slapped the shorter boy
on the shoulders as a greeting. �You�re a bit late, you know� she smiled,
showing Yuugi she was just joking around.

�Ah, I know, I just had to�� he
pointed towards his deck, shrugging off his blush.

Jounouchi laughed out, knowing
exactly how Yuugi was feeling. �I know pal, I was up all night doing some
changes in my deck too! You�ll have to duel me to see them, though!� he
snickered, stretching his back.

�Look, let�s just move, or we�ll
be late for school� Honda commented, pointing down the street.

The others nodded, and the group
moved down the streets, as Yuugi slowed down to walk next to Ryou.

�Hi Yuugi� Ryou smiled at the
teen, getting one smile in return. �I was waiting for you�.

�What for? Is everything
alright?� Yuugi eyes warily Ryou�s Sennen Item, which was glowing eerily. �Is
he��

Ryou waved his hands in front of
him, shaking furiously his head �no, no! Bakura�s behaving� he added, after a moment
of contemplation.

A snort greeted his words from
where he knew his Spirit was listening.

�That�s nice to know� Yami
growled, materialising as transparent figure at Yuugi�s side.

Ever since Yami and Bakura had
returned from their trip to their memories, finally allowing Yami to remember
who he had been, and what exactly had happened, there had been a tentative
truce between he and the Spirit of the Sennen Ring.

Actually, after that, Yami had
been close to sending the Thief King to the Shadow Realm once for all, using
the knowledge he had gained back, but both Ryou and Yuugi had interfered,
asking Yami to re�think his punishment. As it was, Bakura�s soul had been
corrupted by Diabound, and his hatred had lasted through the millennia, when he
had to wait for the other part of his soul to be reborn.

Yuugi, who had always been one to
get things that often others couldn�t, had questioned Yami about his own
awakening, and how he had been darkened by his forced rest in the Sennen
Puzzle; even thought Yuugi had never regained the blank holes in his own
memories due to all the times Yami had taken over his body to curse someone who
had meant to hurt him, he still had a pretty close idea on what had happened
each time, thanks to Yami�s vague replies every time he asked about it.

It was only normal he would think
about it, and seeing also the attitude of both Ryou and his yami, he had come
to his own conclusions.

Surely both Yami and Bakura could
control the Shadows, as they had given proof of that many times, but they also
had lived inside the Shadows for thousand years, and the Shadows had probably
circled their hearts, darkening them.

It was plausible, seeing as Malik
himself had fallen under the Shadow coiling in the Sennen Rod the first time he
had handled it.

Yami had been quite normal
compared to Bakura, who had been sealed with all his hatred intact, and had to
spend years in complete solitude, awake instead of sleeping like his opponent,
and that had been Yuugi�s defence on the spirit�s part.

Not even Ryou�s light had been
enough for Bakura to calm down, because Bakura had closed up from everyone,
refusing to even accept Ryou could help, whilst when Yuugi and Yami had met,
they had instantly settled down with the fact, sharing Yuugi�s body without a
fuss.

But Yami�s own memories had shown
how Bakura�s spirit had been darkened by hatred, and a justified hatred, if
only too strong and of which he had lost control.

That was the reason Yami had
grudgingly accepted not to send Bakura away forever. That, and the fact that in
a way, Ryou and Yuugi wouldn�t be able to live completely separated from their
dark counterpart.

The souls were interconnected,
divided in two, as the ancient Egyptian tradition spoke about, a light half
that included Heart and Soul (Ib and Ba), and the darker part that included
Life Force and Shadow (Ka and Sheut). As for the fifth part that completed a
person�s soul, the name (Ren), Yami had only recently remembered is own, so now
both parts held on the Ren as well.

If even one of the parts were to
go missing, the soul would end unbalanced, and be corrupted by the remaining
parts, that would grow rotten. Yami had managed to balance out without his
Hikari side only because he had been asleep in the Puzzle, and Yuugi had helped
with his own side until they had recovered the Ren that belonged to Yami.

Instead, Bakura had never tried
to come into contact with the Light side of his soul, and that had caused the
Darkness to take even tighter control of him� at least until Yami had defeated
him.

Yami was so deep in thought,
remembering this (a thought that he tried to take comfort into, given the fact
he couldn�t take out his frustration on the Thief anymore), that he didn�t even
listen to his Aibou as he and Ryou idly chatted all the way to school, nor did
he notice Bakura�s snickers as he watched the Pharaoh.

Yami hadn�t been paying attention
at all, not even when Yuugi had asked him confirmation for something, and had
simply nodded absent�minded, his thoughts taking on a darker path as he
wondered if this was the last of their problems. The Sennen Items were still
around, since Shadi had refused to seal them away again, and that only meant
they could bring more unexpected danger on his Lighter half�

But three months had passed by
ever since his and Bakura�s fight, and nothing had happened�

//Mou hitori no boku�?//

Yami shook himself out of his
thoughts and glanced down at his Hikari, feeling his heart warm up at Yuugi�s
smile. He would do anything to protect him. Anything.

Hai, Aibou? he blinked as he realised they were at school,
standing in front of the notice board. His eyes moved to the list of names,
feeling a wave of pride as he noticed his Aibou had moved from the last
positions upwards to the middle.

//So you�re ok with it?// his tone was perplexed, but Yami for the
love of Ra couldn�t understand what he was speaking about.

Yami turned his attention to the
board again, frowning. It was a good thing Yuugi had found time to study and
all after all their adventures, and he surely was more than happy to see he had
grown better in both study and duels� was that what Yuugi was asking about?

Of course I am! he replied, his frown melting into a smile as he
met Yuugi�s eyes.

//And you won�t regret it?// Yuugi asked again, even more perplexed.

Yami sighed, not knowing why
Yuugi wasn�t relenting.

Of course, Aibou! he smiled even more, trying to reassure his
lighter half. We�ve been fighting for
so long, it�s good to see you concentrated on something different.

Yuugi stared at him for a moment
longer, then his perplexed expression turned into a full blown smile. Ryou was
also staring at him, a relieved smile blossoming on the white�haired teen�s
face as well.

�Well then, it�s settled!� Yuugi
turned towards his friend, beaming. �Can you believe it? I just have to
convince grandfather and mother and we�re free!�

Yami blinked, completely and
utterly lost, but this time he did hear Bakura�s snickering from behind Ryou,
and stomped next to the Thief, growling at him.

�What now, Thief?!� he hissed, staring in despise at the transparent form of
the Thief, whose smirk grew wider, snickers shaking his form.

�You didn�t even realise what you
just signed yourself for, Pharaoh� he
replied.

Yami�s anger quietened as he
stared at the white haired thief with a confused expression.

�What do you mean?�

Bakura snickered, watching Yuugi
and Ryou run towards the school exit together with the other three teens, and
moved at a slower pace to reach them.

Yami growled as he saw the thief
move away without giving him an answer. �What do you mean?!� he yelled, moving
to catch up with the thief. �Thief! Answer
me!�

A quiet hooting coming from the
window, followed by an insistent tapping on the glass, penetrated in the
darkness of the black haired teen�s mind as he slowly regained consciousness,
rubbing the back of his hand on his eyes, blinking as light mercilessly blinded
him.

Harry scowled, stretching in his
bed before sitting up on the bed, realising he had fallen asleep on his
Transfiguration book, and could feel that he had the print of said book�s
corner right on his cheek.

The soft tapping continued,
forcing him to stand from his bed, and wobble to the window, blinded by the
light coming from outside; as he opened the window, a brown owl flapped its
wings and dropped a rolled up newspaper in Harry�s waiting hands, moving
towards the table, where it landed with a quiet hoot, holding out its left leg,
where a purse was.

Harry had to shake his head as a
small smile made its way on his face �owls would always be owls. He fumbled
with the pants he had worn the day before until he found what he was searching
for, a handful of knuts.

Putting the money in the offered
purse, he looked around for one of Hedwig�s owl treats, but the brown owl was
already flapping his wings, moving out of his window and disappearing behind
the neighbour�s rooftop.

Closing the window again, and
yawning for all it was worth, Harry unwrapped his copy of The Daily Prophet and curled up on the bed, scanning the head page,
only to see everything was out of focus.

Almost slapping himself, Harry
reached out to the bedside table, pulling on his glasses, groaning as he was
still half�asleep.

Part of him was disappointed to
see there was nothing about Voldemort anywhere, and that the main news for the
day regarded some witch that had discovered an extinct flower in her garden.
Skimming over the rest of the news, watching closely for anything regarding at
least the Minister of Magic, Harry growled as nothing interesting came up.

He was fed off of this wait, the
feeling of being unable to do anything, cut off from everyone in the magic
world just because this way �he would be protected�.

The only things he received were
the Prophet, thanks to his idea of subscribing to it before the summer
vacations started, and some casual, short letters from Hermione and Ron, which
told him nothing at all.

He glared at the small pile of
letters on the table, each of them no longer than ten lines at the most, and
scoffed. So much for �staying in contact and making sure he was ok�. How could
he be ok when no one said anything to him?

Hermione could have called
through phone, inventing some kind of excuse, or simply send normal mail to
him, since Voldemort would never lower himself down to control muggle ways of
communications, but he had not been hearing much of her either, just a few
quickly scribbled letters about how she was having fun, and hoping he was doing
his homework.

Moreover, the last letter of
Hermione had come with the same owl as Ron�s, meaning the two were in the same
place. That didn�t fare well with Harry, because it meant his two friends were
having fun together, whilst he was stuck, uselessly, in Little Whinging.

Compared to them, Sirius at least
was better� even though the man wouldn�t send information either, at least he
told him to keep calm and not act rashly, instead of just eluding his questions
completely, merely telling him they would talk more when they were finally reunited.

Harry had started to feel the
more angered each letter the owls delivered �why was he the only one unable to
help? Hadn�t he expressed enough his skills to be trusted too? Why were
Hermione and Ron, surely brave, but not indispensable, into the whole secrecy
stuff whilst he bit dust with the Dursleys?

After all, they had not been
there when Cedric had died. They hadn�t felt the pain Harry had. They were not
alone like he was, and they had not had to watch, as�

With a wince, Harry shook his
head. �Stop thinking about it!� he
yelled at himself, mad with his poor self�control. He didn�t want to think
about Cedric anymore. The thought hurt him, because he had been unable to help.
Helpless, hopeless.

Just as he was now.

What if whilst he was here, safe and
sound, as he had been for the last two weeks, Voldemort were to kill someone
close to him again?

Hedwig hooted at him from her
perch, in a corner of the room; Harry stared up at her, his frown melting as he
recognised her attempt to cheer him up. At least, even here, he still had
someone who liked him simply for him being Harry� Hedwig was always at his
side.

�Don�t worry, girl� he reached
out to pat her head, receiving a playful nip on his fingers. �It�s ok� I will
be ok�.

Standing up from his bed for the
second time, Harry decided to dress up and go down in the kitchen before anyone
could wake, so to prepare himself a good breakfast without his uncle and aunt
yelling at him.

�I�ll be back with a treat for
you� he whispered to the owl as he closed the door behind his back, carefully
going downstairs, ignoring the horrible snoring coming from the other two rooms
�uncle Vernon and Dudley were not light sleepers, not at all.

Evaded the danger of waking his
relatives, Harry busied himself with two scrambled eggs and some bacon, pouring
himself a cup of milk. Sometimes, strangely, he felt that hand�made cooking was
tastier than anything prepared by house�elves, even though he had always loved
everything he got to eat at Hogwarts.

So, after eating in the kitchen,
relishing the quiet, Harry decided he could as well take out a book and move to
the play�garden two corners away, so he would not be around when his relatives
awoke.

After opening his window for
Hedwig to come and go as she pleased (and after having fed her the treat he
promised her), Harry grabbed the first book he could and exited the house. He
had a full day in front of him, and he only needed to be around for lunch and
dinner, otherwise he was more free than any of the other teens his age.

Not that any of the other teens
of his age would have wanted to talk to him, since Aunt Petunia had spread the
news that he was at the �St. Brutus�s Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal
Boys�. Even though, they didn�t know who to be warier for, him or his cousin,
Dudley, who had apparently turned out to be a Boxer young champion.

�But I guess it�s not a good thing if he gets better at punching people� Harry sneered silently, patting
the pocket where he was keeping his wand.

As he moved down Privet Drive, about
to turn to Magnolia Street, he noticed that one of the empty houses at the end
of the street had a cab standing in the front. He didn�t stop to look at it
though, simply wondering if some new neighbour had just moved in.

It was an unusual time for new
people to come over, and part of him vaguely hoped there would be some new
excitement around, at least to help him fight the boredom; but he also knew
that as soon as gossip got around, those neighbours wouldn�t want to get near
him either.

�Guess I�ll know when Aunt Petunia starts bad�talking them� he shrugged, and continued his
walk.

Yuugi yawned as he trudged after
Ryou towards the small house they would be renting for the following month; he
had barely slept during the flight, partly due to the excitement and also
because of the time change.

He was tired, but he waved away
Yami�s concerned comments from his consciousness �he was going to sleep a bit,
and nothing was going to stop him.

The idea of moving with Ryou for
an entire month, and not just in Japan, but in England, had cheered Yuugi so
much he hadn�t stopped talking about it for days straight, convincing his
grandfather that nothing would go wrong �after all, he had moved to America
once already.

His mother had been the harder to
convince, but she had settled down after meeting Ryou, who had of course
appealed at her with his good manners and shyness.

They were old enough to go by
themselves, and responsible enough to write at least once every week to let
them know how they were.

Yuugi had also been fairly amused
when Yami had admitted he hadn�t been listening to his other self�s request at
all; the pharaoh had agreed without really knowing what he was agreeing for
(that caused constant laughing fits in Bakura, but Yuugi had to admit it had been
hard not to join in the thief in his amusement).

Despite that, Yami�s reluctance
had quickly crumbled after Yuugi used his best puppy�eyes look on him.

What Yuugi had not counted on,
was Malik�s appearance in front of Ryou�s doorstep, the day of their flight, with
bags, ready to go with them. Ryou explained him that he and Bakura had been
both in mail contact with the Egyptian. When the two had explained Malik about
the trip, the bored blond had decided to �join in the fun� and took the first
flight to Japan without even warning his sister.

Yuugi was happy about that. Malik
was a nice person, he was free from the hatred and darkness, and his heart was
lightened. The only problem, Malik still had the Rod, and he still did use it
to make mischief �something he and Bakura shared a mutual liking for.

Thankfully Ryou had managed to
keep Bakura under control, but Malik had been reckless, controlling the hostess
to get more food and drinks, and making them improvise a small show for him
when he got bored.

Even then, Yuugi had found it
quite fun �not that he would ever tell Yami that. But he found the sight of a
smirking Malik, and a laughing Bakura, fun now that it didn�t mean anything
dangerous or lethal. And he was a teen as well. Maybe he was learning something
from the three Yami, after all�

Malik moved next to Yuugi and
took the suitcase from his hands, receiving a thankful glance from the other
teen. �Be sure to go straight to bed�� he admonished, shaking his head in
amusement. �We�ll have plenty of time to do our mischief when you are rested
enough to have fun with us�.

Yuugi had to snicker at Yami�s
snort inside his head, but he nodded at the Egyptian teen. �You�d better rest
as well� he commented. �You actually took two planes to get to us!�

Malik twirled the Sennen Rod in
his hand before placing it back in his pocket, picking up his own bag. �We all
will� this seems quite the calm neighbourhood though, I wonder if it�d be ok to
start fighting with our Duel Disks anywhere around�.

Ryou, huffing under his own bag,
reached for the front door between the other two and opened it. �Actually, we�d
better find a park or something nearby, I was told not to cause unnecessary
ruckus�.

Something flashed in his eyes,
and both Yuugi and Malik knew exactly what Bakura thought of this.

�You�d better not be found out�
Yuugi muttered, entering the house with a yawn. �If I ever see something new
that does not belong here, I will deny its existence�.

Two twin chuckles were his only
answer as he completely ignored Yami�s spluttering in his Soul Room, moving
upstairs where the bedrooms were.

He vaguely heard Malik bringing
up his own bag as he chose a room, muttering something unintelligible as he
reached for the bed, falling face�down on it.

�See you later� Malik said,
closing the door.

Yuugi didn�t even reply, he was
already fast asleep.

His bliss didn�t last long
though, as merely two hours later the doorbell started to ring insistently,
forcing him out of a dream concerning flying Duel Monsters card and fluffy Kuriboh
plushies.

Blinking warily, he waited for
someone else to go and destroy� answer the door, but after a couple of minutes
of no noise coming from the other rooms, Yuugi realised he was probably the
only one who could get it.

Grumbling, and rubbing away the
sleep from his eyes, Yuugi wobbled downstairs and reached for the door, yawning
as he did so.

�Good morning� he said
cheerfully, looking up.

The person standing in front of
him was a very tall, very thin woman who looked like she was in her late
thirties, with a pointy nose and short brown hair kept in a bun; she was
holding a can of something in her hands, and she was looking down at him with a
strange expression.

�Good morning� she replied,
curtly. �Welcome� to the neighbourhood. My name is Petunia Dursley�.

Despite the sleep that was still
clinging at him, Yuugi could recognize a disdainful look anywhere. This Petunia
woman�s was staring at him in clear disgust� why?

Yuugi tried to hide his
displeasure at the woman�s sudden dislike, and smiled.

�Pleased to meet you,
Petunia�san� err, I mean, Miss Petunia� he corrected himself. �My name is Mu�
Yuugi Mutou, my friends and I will stay here for a month or so�.

Petunia�s sneer turned even more
feral, and Yuugi had to fight the urge to back away. Then, she started looking
at the part of the house that was visible from the door, without even caring
that Yuugi was there. What a nasty woman!

�Well then, Yuugi� she said,
sickeningly sweet. �Here, as a welcome to the neighbourhood�.

She handed him the can, which
Yuugi recognized as a pea can, and turned around, swiftly walking away.

Yuugi blinked; he never
categorized people by the first encounter, but he had a sudden, deep dislike
for that Petunia.

What a disheartening woman Yami said, grumbling under his breath,
using more specific terms in Egyptian.

Yuugi could do nothing but agree.

Whistling as he crossed Magnolia
Street to get back to Privet Drive, Harry hid the book he had picked up in the
morning under his shirt �this time his uncle and aunt would be awake and he
didn�t want them to start spluttering against him, accusing him of taking �his kind�s things� outside the house, where
everyone could see them.

Ever since the start of the
summer his relatives had been clear on the time he had to be back home
�anything later than his cousin would mean to be grounded, and he didn�t want
to risk it.

Apparently Dudley spent all day
outside with his lackeys, returning home only around eight or nine in the
evening, so Harry took care to be home at least fifteen to half a hour before
that, so aunt Petunia would not find anything to say against him.

As he passed in front of the
now�occupied house, Harry noticed the lights were on and that there was a
figure standing in front of the entrance door. It was quite dark so he didn�t
see the person�s face, but the light of the lamppost showed him the person�s
hair colour.

�White?�
Harry blinked in surprise, not stopping. �Long,
white hair?�

Despite living half the year with
wizards, the young black haired teen had never seen hair of that colour (well,
if you didn�t count Seamus Finnegan�s green hair after his potion blew up in
his face), and the person hadn�t looked that old.

�Who the hell dyes their hair white?�

Harry moved inside his house and
was greeted by the sight of Petunia hunched over her husband, whispering
conspiratorially as she kept stirring the dinner �hot vegetable soup.

Both adults� glances flickered to
Harry before ignoring him completely, and Petunia started speaking again.

�His hair was of three different
colours, I tell you� she said, a sneer clear on her face. �Punk, if I ever saw
one �leather clothes, a choker! And fake�gold trinkets!�

Harry frowned a bit, but schooled
his expression to an indifferent one, else Petunia would stop talking in front
of him. He busied himself with a glass of water.

Vernon growled dismissively,
�those punks are trying to take over, but no sensible person would give them a
chance to do their bidding� he shook his head, flopping his fat on his usual
chair. �Dyed hair� and daring to come and live in our respectable
neighbourhood!�

�He was a foreigner,� Petunia
grimaced in disgust. �Asian�looking, Chinese, or Japanese, or Korean� whatever,
filthy Asians, and he looked so young! It means Asian children are corrupted
already when they�re young� thankfully Diddy will
never be corrupted, he�s protected by us!�

Harry had to bite his cheek to
prevent a laugh. �Diddy�, or Dudley, surely did not
need any protection �he was already terrorizing the neighbourhood�s children
enough on his own, and if Harry�s suspicion was right (and it surely was), also
all the streets from Privet Drive to the school, the school grounds, and the
neighbourhoods of all his lackeys.

As if summoned by mentioning his
name, Dudley opened the entrance door and trudged inside, slamming his fat ass
on the chair next to Harry�s, slamming his hand on the table. �I�m hungry� he
demanded, staring at his mother.

Petunia�s sneer melted into a
loving smile as she nodded at her son, pouring the hot soup in his plate before
moving to her husband�s, her own, and in the end, with the few food that
remained, to Harry�s plate �the black haired teen didn�t worry about it, he had
bought a sandwich and hid it in his room, so he would be able to eat more once
there.

�How was your day, Popkin?� she
sat down as well, watching her son eat like a pig without actually noticing his
bad manners. Talk about mother�s partiality.

�Good, I went to the Polkisses�,
we had a tea, and studied a bit� Dudley replied, clearly lying (as far as Harry
was concerned, he had probably been around to beat some poor fellow).

�Ah, Duddy�dear, there are some
new neighbours� Petunia continued, her face twisting in a grimace again. �Be
sure not to go near them �they�re a bunch of punks, I tell you! That kid was
dressed in leather! With Chokers!�

Something akin to interest
flashed in Dudley�s eyes, and Harry swallowed a spoonful of soup, his throat
constricting. He knew that look in his cousin�s eyes �it meant danger for the
poor kid with dyed hair.

Harry allowed Dudley to steal the
remaining of his soup without protesting �he knew better than that� and excused
himself to his room.

His aunt had clearly despised the
new neighbours, and had been fairly insulting on their behalf as well� and Dudley
would try his luck at them in the next few days� that meant if Harry had any
desire to try and warn them, he would have to do it the next day.

But why bother?

Harry looked out of the window;
from his position, he could not see the house of the newcomers, because it was
hidden behind the row of identical houses the whole Privet Drive was filled
with.

He couldn�t deny he was quite
curious to meet this �punk� neighbours now, especially if aunt Petunia hated
them so much �they were probably decent people.

�Let�s put it that way� I might as well try and befriend them� even if
only to spite aunt Petunia� he snickered a bit, petting Hedwig�s head as she hooted at him. �I mean, it can�t be worse than doing
nothing all day� I am truly bored�.

With these thoughts in mind, Harry
sighed and turned towards his bed, not at all keen to going to sleep �he didn�t
want another night filled with nightmares of Cedric and his�

�Don�t go there� he scolded himself weakly, knowing that he would be going there anyway, in a few minutes.

Keeping his window open for
Hedwig to come and go, he snuggled under his covers and fell into another
restless sleep.
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