A/N Alright I want to apologize from the bottom of my heart that I haven't updated in forever and ever. Good news is I'm about to graduate so now that school is out of the way, I have nothing but time.

And I want to thank anybody that is still reading this fic. Quite frankly I'm surprised anyone is even interested in this story much less putting it on their favorites. So thank you thank you to all of you. Now on with the fic.

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Bold is past

/.../ is hikari to yami

/.../ is yami to hikari

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"A castle fit for a king," the boy whispered, gazing up at his new home.

"Or a little brat prince," the voice in his mind commented.

The boy scoffed and ignored the remark, following the others through the mighty doors of Hogwarts.

It wasn't long before he was standing in the Great Hall, looking skeptically at a singing hat, awaiting his turn to be placed under the ratty thing.

From what he gleaned from the other students, out of the four houses Slytherin was the most elitist, attracting the ambitious and powerful. He knew instantly that would be the house for him. Seeing the coiled snake adorning the banner above the Slytherin table merely confirmed his decision. This house was where he belonged.

Finally it was his turn. "Well, well," a new voice spoke into his mind. "A boy after Salazar Slytherin's own heart." And before the spirit could even say 'get out,' the hat screamed Slytherin. Had he stayed in the boy's mind a moment longer perhaps the hat would have noticed that dark presence lurking beneath the boy's mind. Perhaps the hat could have warned someone of the evil surrounding his soul. Perhaps something could have been done but then again perhaps not. For the events to trigger the birth of Voldemort had been set in motion long ago.

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"I'm glad that's over," Ryou said yawning sleepily. "Now everything is out in the open. No more secrets."

Yugi nodded. "That's the best way to do things."

Bakura in his spirit form shrugged. "It may come back to bite us in the ass but it worked to our advantage today. They trust us. That's all that matters right now."

"Speaking of which," Yami said, "Why is this important to you?"

"As I told Harry, I seek the destruction of Horcruxes," Bakura said without elaborating.

"Yes, but why?" Yami said impatiently.

"Do I really have to spell it out for you, Pharaoh?" Bakura sneered. "Think for a minute what a horcrux is." He paused expectantly.

Yami furrowed his brow. "An object in which a dark wizard has hidden a fragment of his or her soul."

"Sound familiar?"

Yami's eyes widened slightly. "That's like us," he said staring at his partner, the other half of his soul.

Bakura gave a curt nod, "The horcrux spell is the wizard version of that original dark art you used long ago."

A flash of a tear streaked face filled the Pharaoh's vision for the briefest of seconds but the memory was gone before he could grasp it. But the eyes...the eyes were blue... like Seto's. He turned back to Bakura deciding to examine the elusive memory another time.

"So if the wizards have altered spells based off of old shadow magic," Yami mused aloud, "Then some could potentially learn to use shadow powers."

"Not likely but a dangerous possibility, particularly for a dark wizard" Bakura said.

"Then Voldemort may learn to wield the Shadows," Yami murmured, "But if he was to do any sort of shadow experimentation, wouldn't he have done so already?"

"He has," Bakura acknowledge, "but without success. Once... well he barely escaped with his life," Bakura continued, skipping the details. "And though he never admitted it, not even to himself, that day terrified him. It spurred his obsession with immortality. Now that he has successfully completed the making of the seven horcruxes, he may just feel safe enough to pursue the Shadows again. Unfinished business so to speak"

"Then it is our duty," Yami said solemnly, "as Mages to protect the Shadows."

Bakura scoffed. "Your duty perhaps, but not mine. I made Tom a promise that we would play this game out."

"A Shadow game?" Malik asked already curled up on one of the beds.

"No a blood game. A game till the death." Bakura said.

"Care to share the specifics?" Yami asked.

"Let's just say the boy made a fatal error and I will have his life for it," Bakura said. "And one such as he deserves no part of the Shadows."

Sensing that he would get nothing more from the Thief King, the Pharaoh returned back the Puzzle around Yugi's neck. /We have the same goal,/ Yugi said through the mindlink /We can trust him./

/I hope you're right aibou/

/Of course I am . The Pharaoh's Light is always right./ Yugi joked. Yami smiled from his throne room.

Bakura disappeared into the Ring leaving Ryou to jump eagerly in the waiting bed.

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Meanwhile, in a dark abandoned castle, a dark creature prowled. Once he had been a boy like any other , now he was a demon so terrible, many feared to speak his name. The man known as Voldemort paced what had once been aristocratic chambers. Pacing was not in his nature. Brooding perhaps, plotting yes. But never pacing. Yet here he was, robes billowing each time he made a sharp turn. Since he was so unaccustomed to pacing, he didn't know what to do with his hands. So the two offending appendages twisted around each other. He was actually wringing his hands. He stopped abruptly when he realized what he was doing. He was not some cowardly rodent like Wormtail. He was the Dark Lord, feared above all else.

"But I saw it. I know I did," Voldemort whispered to himself. He was referring to that golden pendent he had cherished so long ago. "It was through Potter," he spat angrily.

Normally he kept their link closed since the brat had become more advanced in occlumency. But somehow this image had pierced through the veil. Perhaps it was a trap, a false image sent by Potter. But that seemed impossible. No one knew about the Ring, no one alive at least. He resumed pacing while Nagini watched worriedly. She had never seen her master in such a state.

"And that boy," Voldemort said through gritted teeth. There was a white haired boy wearing his ring. And though he never knew what Angel looked liked, (the spirit had always taken on the form of his host), he was distinctly reminded of that spirit looking at the white haired boy. Something about his expression, about his aura. The face may have been different but that demonic grin was the same. He paused and glanced at Nagini.

"And then there's the matter of what happened at the wedding," he continued, still pacing. His death eaters had taken it upon themselves to capture Harry Potter to a disastrous effect. They came back with their tails between their legs, telling stories of swords made of light and a fleet of dementors disappearing. After duly punishing each and everyone of them, first for acting without his orders and then for not even succeeding in their scheme, Voldemort went over the events again. If Angel really was back, then that could only mean the game was back on. But he needed confirmation and he didn't trust his death eaters with this task. He finally stopped pacing. It was time to form a plan.

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Around three in the morning a shrieking alarm awoke the Tonks and all their guests. Mad eye came banging up the stairs. "Someone has breached the perimeter," he growled rounding up the few members of the Order that were still in the house. "Harry, kids you stay here," he ordered when the young wizards tried to get out the front door to help.

"We're not children" Harry said angrily, "We can fight!" He tried to push past the old auror but the stubborn wizard cursed him with a jelly legs curse.

"While you're here, you're under my protection. Don't be wasting my efforts. Andromeda, Ted you stay here," Moody called out as the rest of the order went out to investigate the commotion. Ted looked a little put out having to wait inside so he made himself useful by putting up as many protection charms as possible. Harry glowered at the door while Ron and Hermione glanced nervously at him.

The three Shadow mages finally emerged from their room. "What's all the commotion?" Malik asked stretching.

"Someone has breached the perimeter," Andromeda Tonks explained.

"Perimeter?" Malik asked looking blank.

"Moody put up a magical barrier. We know if anybody comes withing half a kilometer of this house. To breach the barrier so quickly, they must be a very powerful wizard," she said worriedly.

Outside, the members of the Order were facing something worse than a very powerful wizard because charging at full speed was something called a erumpent.(1) Although it looked similar to rhino, it was far more dangerous. Its horn could pierce through everything from skin to metal and contained a deadly fluid that causes whatever it is injected with to explode. The erumpent was running rampant through the streets destroying abandoned homes. It was almost impossible to hit, the erumpent was so fast and any spells that did manage to connect were unable to pierce through its thick hide. The Order was definitely in trouble.

Meanwhile inside the house, everyone was on edge. Andromeda did her best to ease the tension but there wasn't much she could say as they waited. Harry paced the floor, Ron nervously twisted in his seat, and Hermione's eyes darted anxiously between her two closest friends. The mages seemed unconcerned. Ted found this a little suspicious.

"You seemed unfazed," Ted remarked to Yami.

"As they do not want our help, they must be adequately suited to deal with the disturbance on their own. And if they are not," Yami shrugged. "Then we shall have to assist despite whatever personal misgivings they have. But until that time there isn't any real reason to worry ourselves."

Ted gave a curt nod. Logical but still he expected to see some emotion. After all there was some sort of monster out there and they didn't even look interested. Either they had experience in magical beasts, they were keeping up a cool facade, or they were expecting it which meant they really were in cahoots with Voldemort. Perhaps sending them on a secret mission with Harry was a bad idea. He would take it up with Moody when he returned. His thoughts were interrupted when the house shook once, as if someone was outside with a battering ram.

"Everyone get down!" Ted shouted. Someone was breaking through his protective charms. He frantically tried to restore the charms but it was too late. Whoever was outside had far superior magical skills. The house shook again as dust fell from the ceiling. There was a moment of silence and then the front door flew open. "Avada Kedavra," a familiar snake like voice shouted. And just like that Ted Tonks was dead.

"Noooooooo!" Harry shouted. It was Tom Riddle all over again. He couldn't take any more death because of him.

"Get down idiot," Bakura barely managed to pull Harry down as another green bolt flew past him. He rolled Harry to cover behind a couch.

"Bener-ibe," Bakura said slowly rising, ready to dodge at a moment's notice.

Voldemort rounded on Bakura. "It is you. You're different now. But it's you." Voldemort said staring at this white haired boy. "Angel," he said, his voice tense. "Come to exact revenge?"

"I've come to finish our game," Bakura said with a smirk.

"Well that's a shame because you are about to die right here," Voldemort said with a laugh. "Avada Kedavra," he said just as Bakura brought up dark mirror force. The green light stopped and for a moment it looked like it was about to reflect. But the spell was too strong and the mirror shattered, causing the green light to hit Bakura square in the chest.

"Nooo," Harry screamed as Bakura crumpled to the floor.

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"If we can't stop it directly, we're going to have think creatively," Arthur Weasley called out to the rest of the Order.

"That is obvious," Moody grumbled. "So how about a plan?"

"It's a lot harder to run on ice than cement," Molly said brightening at the sudden idea.

"Brilliant idea Mum," Fred shouted as the group collectively pointed their wands at the the ground ahead of the charging erumpent. "Glacius,"(2) they shouted as one. The road began to freeze and the erumpent slipped, unable to get a footing. He frantically tried to get up only to fall again. This just enraged him further.

"We need to subdue it!" Moody said looking for something to use.

"I've got it," George said, " Piertotum Locomotor(3)," he said pointing to a group of nymph statues in some eccentric witch's garden. The nymph statues came to life, running quite lightly for things made of stone. "Hold down that erumpent," he told the many statues. "Avoid the horn," he added as an after thought.

"That's not going to hold him for long. But if those statues can hold it down long enough maybe I can get in to deliver the final blow,"Moody said looking for an opening.

"How? Our spells won't work on it," Tonks said.

"Yeah it has tough skin. But it's insides are soft. I just need to aim at its mouth," Moody said, watching the erumpent bellow and struggle against arms of stone. Finally Moody saw his opening. "Stupefy."

The erumpent wobbled and finally toppled.

"Come on," Moody said. "Quit gawking. We need to get back to the house.

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Voldemort smiled, "I'll take the Ring now. Come back to me Angel," he said reaching toward the body.

"I don't think so... ring of destruction(4)," Bakura said activating his trap. A circle of metal spun around Voldemort and enveloped him in flame. He screamed in rage as he was engulfed in a firey inferno.

"Is Voldemort really dead?" Hermione whispered staring at the body

"No," Bakura said weakly. He was still lying on the floor. "It's a puppet," he murmured, barely able to stay conscious.

Harry peaked at the burned body and saw that it wasn't Voldemort at all. The face was too burned to determine the face But body was obviously far more stocky than Voldemort's and he had long hair.

"Who was he?" Harry asked unable to look any longer.

"Could have been a death eater that disappointed him. Could have been a prisoner," Bakura said his voice getting fainter.

"It really seemed like Voldemort," Hermione whispered. "But I guess it was just polyjuice potion."

"No. It was him... or at least a piece of him. Demon puppet magic (5) requires...human sacrifice...ancient...eastern technique. Didn't... know...wizards could...do... that," Bakura got out before finally slipping into darkness.

"Bakura?" Malik bent inspecting the white haired thief.

"That trap card must have really taken it out of him," Yami commented.

"Forget the trap card," said Ron, "he took on a killing curse and didn't die. That's only happened once before," he said glancing at Harry.

Harry looked at the fallen form of Ted. Adromeda sat near his body crying silent tears, wringing her hands in his shirt. It had happened so fast, he barely had time to process it. But the Light Army had lost another hero. He shook his head. How many more would have to die?

"I imagine the ring protected him. That spell just happened to hit it. In other words he got lucky," Yami said still unnerved that dark mirror force was unsuccessful. What other wizard spells were immune to duel cards? He needed to know how to best protect his aibou.

/Don't worry. We'll figure it out together. Just as we always do/ Yugi said reassuringly.

/Yes. Of course. No matter what, I'll protect you/ Yami vowed to his lighter half.

/And I'll look after you too/ Yugi told his other half.

"How did the ring protect him?" Hermione asked. "So far as we know. The only thing that can shield against a killing curse is if someone dies for you.:

"Not all the properties of the millennium items have all been revealed. We don't even know the origins of the items," Yami explained with a slight shrug. "Perhaps Bakura knows something. But he might not tell us. In the meantime I'm not going to depend on it working again."

Just then Tonks burst through the door. "Oh Dad, no Dad... Daddy," Tonks sighed falling to her mother's side. Lupin rushed in to comfort his wife. "He didn't get to walk me down the aisle," Tonks sobbed into her finance's arms.

"What happened, Harry?" Arthur asked, giving the grieving family room.

"Voldemort came. Or at least it looked like Voldemort. Bakura said it was a puppet. But he broke in, killed Ted. He tried to kill Bakura but he torched him," Harry explained minimally. He then pointed to the burned body in the middle of the living room.

Moody went to inspect the half burnt corpse. "Looks like it might be Williamson. Seems like Voldemort has already penetrated the Auror office. I didn't even know Williamson was missing," he murmured darkly.

Everyone stared blankly at one another for a minute, shocked by their loss and the reach of their enemy.

"Well Bakura's still out," Malik said eventually, "We better get him to bed." He easily picked up the theif and carried him to their room.

"Yeah and we need to get rid of the erumpent before it wakes up," Arthur said venturing outside.

"We'll give you a hand with that," Fred and George volunteered.

"The rest of you up to bed," Molly said. Harry doubted he could sleep knowing Mr. Tonks was dead downstairs but he obeyed. He knew he wouldn't get any sleep tonight.

Voldemort gasped, feeling the backlash of the trap card. He smirked, despite the pain. Not only did he control the puppet Williamson, but he was also able to see through his eyes. And know he knew all he needed to know. The spirit he knew as Angel was indeed with Harry Potter. Although the spirit's presence brought up memories of vulnerability Voldemort would rather forget, there was one benefit. He could deal this spirit once and for all. Voldemort vowed that if he could not make the spirit submit, he would find a way to destroy it. Either way this was ending.

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1)creature described in J K Rowling in magical beasts and where to find them

2)spell in harry potter videogames to freeze things

3)spell used by McGonagal in book 7 on the suits of armour

4)trap card destroys one face up atk monster and inflicts damage to both players equal to its attack

5)based on the shapeshifting technique used by Pain on Kisame in Naruto. Yeah I know random reference. Anyway the victim (puppet) is controlled by the wielder at a distance. The victim has all abilities and techniques of the wielder with less power. This was my brother's idea actually so props to Jack Burton -that's his fanfic penname check him out he has a Harry Potter Final Fantasy crossover. Check out his story here: .net/s/3694783/1/The_Bodyguard

Well that's it. Kinda short but I wanted to get something out there. Please Review.