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Lieh: -.-;

Summary:

Harry PotterXYu-Gi-Oh! crossover. Yuugi, Malik, Ryö, Seto, and Mokuba go to Hogwarts; the magic of the Sennen Items and that of wizards clash; and someone other than Harry is having prophetic dreams of Voldemort. Oh, and what's this? Sirius isn't dead.

Disclaimer:

::whines and grovels:: Do I have to say it? ::pouts:: Fine. ::sob:: I don't—::sob:: own—::sob:: it! WAH! ::runs of to cry in a corner::

Harry Potter and the Sennen Items

Prologue

By: Nachzes-Black Rider

--Dreamscape--

A man paced back and forth across a grimy room filled with shelf after shelf of dusty books and scrolls, tarnished candelabras littering the tops of the blackening bookcases and lighting the room with the flickering quality of the light the feeble flames produced. The scent of old papyrus and sand was strong here, giving the room the almost depressing atmosphere of the abandoned attic of an old and shabby mansion. The man's jet-green, almost black, cloak fanned behind him like a cape of darkness and shadows, red eyes gleaming through the darkness like a demon's—slit-like pupils dilated in the thick, black air. Suddenly, another man stepped out from the shadows, and the sound of old, rusting hinges creaking penetrated the deadly silence. The one who was pacing stopped abruptly, and turned to face the newcomer, his cloak rustling loudly and then stilling in the thick air. "Do you have it?" he asked the other in a cold, high-pitched, hissing voice.

"Yes, my Lord," the man replied in a stutter. As he said this, he reached into his cloak and brought out a velvet bag, handing it to the one in the green cloak. The man took it, and, almost reverently, began to open it. As the deep amethyst velvet fell away, a pulsing golden glow filled the room, the man who had brought the bag gasping in shock. The first man then reached in, and pulled a golden scarab about as large as a small child's fist out of the sack. The light, which filled the darkened room, emitted from the Eye of Ra carved onto the surface of the scarab's shell. As the first man raised the object up to eye level, his pale face was illuminated in the haunting golden glow, making it look almost skeletal in appearance.

"There's a clip," he said suddenly, squinting as he examined the object. "Almost as if…" he trailed off and opened it up, removing the silver chain holding his cloak ties together and clipping on the scarab broach. There was a flash of golden light, a blood-curdling scream, and then everything went black.

--End Dreamscape--

Harry Potter gasped and dropped his book to the hardwood floor of the kitchen of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place with a thud as his scar suddenly seared with pain on his forehead, his breathing deep and rapid from the adrenaline that pounded through his veins as a result of the vision he had just experienced.

But he wasn't the only one who had experienced that particular vision….

To be continued….

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