AN; don't own Harry Potter or Yugioh. Maybe that's for the best.

I have been thinking of letting this fanfic go waste. Updated way too slow, lost most interest, as did most of my readers probably. That, and the lack of interest as it progresses all together. Oh well, now that I have nothing much else to do, I might as well finish. Lol

Now that I virtually have no games to play, nothing but books, and school work left ironically.

If you want, review –

CHAPTER 4

Mokuba spent all night trying to compose the perfect letter to Ishizu. In the end, after nearly five hours, his letter was; We need help. – Mokuba Kaiba. Sure he explained his own situation, and the news he heard of where his brother had been taken, but other than that – he found himself at a rather large lack of words. Anything else would have been too whiny, and his pride wouldn't have allowed for that. Or his brothers for that fact. If Seto ever found the letter he'd probably disown him. Brother or not.

Sending the letter was the other issue. Owls seemed to be the only way these people mailed anything. It was about four hours. Three to catch the small animal, and another to make him accept the envelope into it's ruddy claws.

Now sitting at the Weasley table pushing the yoke of the egg back and forth with his fork until it ran all over his food, he could think of nothing but that moldy old bed that he had been given. But Mokuba found that any such behavior would earn a torrent of questions and concerns from the plump ginger woman who was still hashing away in the kitchen.

"So when's Hermione coming?"

Mokuba lifted his head slightly, registering the conversation to some degree.

"In a couple of 'ours." Grunted the still half-asleep Ron. The younger Kaiba put it into great effort to memorize everyone's name. Except Fred and George. Couldn't even begin to tell apart those two.

"Who's Hermione?" He piped up, words still laced with a heavy accent.

Ron turned to him eyebrows slightly together. Either he didn't expect him to ask, or he didn't understand what he said.

"Hermione's a friend, she goes to Hogwarts with me, and Harry."

Mokuba nodded simply accepting the lack of information. The only understanding he got was that she was a school mate. Speaking of school, Hogwarts had been an interest for him, but conversation didn't steer to it very often. Lately it's been centered around some sort of sport where the players fly on broomsticks.

The day went pretty smoothly, Mrs. Weasley ran around the house trying to get into shape for the guest, Ginny was also in a sense of frenzy, she was trying to get her summer homework done as fast as possible so she could enjoy whatever the summer brought. Everyone else just relaxed, Ron and the rest went outside while Mokuba hung out in the living room like some sort of ghoul. There was nothing to do! Other than wait for a reply from Isis, and as far as waiting went, it wasn't a strength of Mokuba's by far.

There was a light rapping at the door, Mokuba sat up slightly.

"Come in!" yelled the still busy Molly.

The knob of the door twisted and the guest entered. It was a girl, bushy hair, average build, and had a very intelligent sort of face. If anything she resembled something of a mad genius you saw in cartoons. If this was Hermione, she even had her loyal stupid henchman, but instead of Igor he'd be Ron. Only thing she really lacked was the laboratory. At least ... he thought she did.

"Hello." She beamed as she took looked around. He half expected her to take a dramatic pose and evilly cackle. Then her eyes landed on him.

"Who are you?" It wasn't aggressive, it almost seemed out of breath, for good reason to he supposed. She carted about two trolleys full what looked like heavy hard-cover books along with a trunk.

"Yamazaki Mokuba." He said formally. He had been reciting the same thing over and over in his head should anyone ask him. Mentally he kicked himself, he answered way too quickly! How did Seto manage to deal with deceit so easily?

Her eyes lit up like light bulbs; he could swear he could practically feel electricity radiating from her if her expression got any brighter.

"You're from Japan yes?" Mokuba had barely a moment to nod when she was sitting right beside him with a sort of attentive expression. His own face managed to contort to a one of confusion. His eyebrows knitted together and mouth slightly opened.

"Are your parents here on political duties or are they here on military business?"

Mokuba looked behind himself then to her. Did these wizards forward voice recordings or something?

"Well I assume that's what it would be, Japan did cut themselves off from the UK a long time ago magic-wise, sorry if I'm being too nosy- but with what methods do you perform magic? Is it still the old fashioned physical application, or are you the sealing based type of wizard?"

Mokuba's eyebrows started to crawl upwards, as though they were trying to run away from his face. He had no idea how to answer. Although she was asking so many questions, claiming not to know a lot she did plenty of research to know this much. He thought that she stopped, but it seemed as though she only paused to catch her breath, she was about to continue when Ron walked into the house, drenched head to toe in some sort of purple jelly.

"Leave him alone 'mione. He's scared as it is."

'Mione' turned around and gave him a pointed look. "I'm not scaring him, I'm intro-" She paused at the sight of the purple Weasley.

Ron huffed and fronted with an aggravated glare.

"Fred and George thought it would be funny to drop by."

Hermione snickered. "I must say, it suits you." She grinned slightly in light humor, the violet-faced teen didn't see it as such and stomped off up the stairs. The brunette only shook her head.

"Nice to meet you." She gave a light sigh as she lightly climbed the staircase after him.

"Curve swish and point!"

Olivander repeated, positioned behind the rebuilt table. With the posture he was in, and the angle of his arms it looked as if he was ready to drop, and roll beneath it at any sign of trouble.

Kaiba followed through with the motions, making sure that this time he followed the old man's instructions correctly. Last time he attempted the procedure, the mouse exploded.

"Crucio!"

The mouse flinched. Barely. Olivander stepped out from behind the desk, arms slowly falling to his sides. The boy had managed some reaction. Muggles didn't have magic. So for an advanced spell to work, and to work properly – even on a miniture scale- it implied that somewhere- deep within ... this fat-head skeptic truly had some magic.

But – one more test. Didn't want to get excited over nothing. The damn rodent could have been epileptic.

"Perfect." Olivander exclaimed softly.

Seto didn't respond at first, chewing at his lip while contemplating the wall in front of him.

"There's nothing perfect about it."

Out of frustration he kicked the small brown rodent until it hit the dampened wall, not moving much after it bounced back to the floor, legs sticking up in the air.

Olivander wanted to palliate the boy. Try to get him to calm down, tell him that he was just starting magic, that he didn't have to be so harsh on himself. But he was right. He had no time, no possibilities to make mistakes, or they were both dead men.

"The next one you need to learn is Diffindo." He breathed deeply and approached the still seething teen. Gently sliding the weapon into his hand, he demonstrated the action that went along with the spell. A basic downward motion.

"Diffindo."

The chair that was moved away from the center of the room split in two, falling apart. Kaiba grabbed back the wand and stood aggressively in front of the portrait that was in front of him. The old man that it illustrated blinked at him owlishly with it's one eye. It was about to let out a scream but Kaiba beat him to it.

"Diffindo" There was enough venom in his voice to send shivers down Olivander's spine.

The parchment which had hosted the entity started to rip slowly in half.

Olivander had no chance to duck and cover, but what he found odd was that he didn't need to. The muggle had actually done it. Well – not a true muggle it seems.

Kaiba stood tall, lips pulled into a smug expression.

"Looks as thought this magic you speak so highly of – isn't as selective as you painted it to be."

He started to place the wand in his pocket when it collided with a blockade. He reached into his pocket, only to pull out his deck. Olivander craned his neck to see what the boy had discovered.

"What are those?"

Kaiba didn't answer at first, only kept looking at the cards. Out of all things, why not a cell phone?

"Duel Monsters." He answered frankly.

"Monsters?" Olivander looked over them, eyes resting on the top card which depicted a giant dark creature with the name of SwordStalker.

"Seems too small to be monsters..."

Seto cleared his throat.

"They're game cards." He stuffed them back into his pocket. Carefully. There wasn't any steel-cased suitcases around. In truth these were probably safest in his pocket.

"How do you play?"

Kaiba looked down at the older man. He didn't expect someone of his age to be interested. Then again Yugi's grandfather was a fanatic, and his age would probably fall somewhere around the invention of galvanization.

"With holograms, and life points."

Olivander made a face that Seto could only see as mild discomfort.

"Holograms are depictions from changing lights. Life points are counters. You use cards on the technology that I have designed to play."

Olivander nodded slowly. "Illusions." He concluded. There as a moment of silence, and with afterthought Olivander added;

"Sounds needlessly complicated."

The shorter man sat on the ground exhausted.

"Lets learn some spells – so you can at least recognize them when they use them, and know when to get out of their way."

There was silence in the Weasley home. Only the sound of silverware tapping on the china plates.

"Ron."

Mokuba leaned slightly to catch a glimpse of the duller red-head who was still mindlessly tapping the plate.

"Ron."

slapped the table this time finally getting the dolt out of his haze.

"What? What I miss?"

"Pass the pepper." Hermione whispered. She didn't feel completely at home yet. The fight a few hours ago didn't help either. Ron and his mother got into a showdown on the topic whether or not he would be going back to school this year. At this point Mokuba didn't know if he had purposefully ignored her, or was just dense to start of with.

Ron pushed the shaker lazily towards the bushy haired girl who timidly picked it up. The air wasn't friendly. It wasn't even warm. At least that took any attention away from him. For the time being.

"Would you like to tell your father about this afternoon?" asked as she added some food to Ginny's plate. Ron's eyes flickered to his dad, then back at his food.

"Not especially."

The ginger woman sighed. "Ron wants to go back this year. Even what happened last week."

By the look of 's face it was clear he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Dear- Hogwarts is the safest place, wouldn't it be best to-"

"Really? How many times has he-" She paused. "You-know-who managed to access it? Every single year!" She started to raise her voice. Mokuba started to cringe. He wasn't used to this. If anything he started feeling queasy.

"Molly, it's what he wants. You can't stop him anymore than we could stop Percy. While he's at Hogwarts he'd be under Dumbledore's care, it's the safest place he can go."

She had a retort. Mokuba could see it written all over her face. But she didn't say anything, and simply went back to her food. Allowing Mokuba to finally say what was running on his mind.

"Who is this Yonowho?"

Ron lifted his gaze at the scrawny black-haired boy, gave him the look that asked him if he had lived under a rock his entire life. It was the same look Seto gave him when he came to him for homework help.

"You-Know-Who." Breathed out Hermione. She talked quietly, picking at the broccoli at the side of her plate.

"He's one of the darkest wizards of our time."

"How is it that you don't know who something like that is?" Ron's eyebrows furrowed as he leaned further against the table.

Mokuba could have bitten his tongue. How was he supposed to know that this was a global issue? He just thought maybe this you-know-who was a local problem. One that he'd have to watch out for. How would Seto get out of this?

"We aren't cowards. We don't run from names like you do." He even dramatically narrowed his eyes and leaned back. "Besides you could have been referencing anybody." He whispered at the end.

"Have you ever seen someone die? Have you ever felt fear that just by speaking you might die? You haven't have you, after all you're just some snotty rich kid. Your big brother some huge auror back in Japan – you sit here talking about bravery, your brother might have proven himself brave, but have you?"

Mokuba's eyes emptied. Sure this cretin knew nothing, had no proof, no knowledge of what had happened. But yet he managed to pull up the wound he wanted to leave alone. After the experience in the cyber reality that Noah constructed ... he knew he was a coward. He knew he let Seto down, and yet he still fought for him. Mokuba's eyes dropped, the closest emotion that Ron thought that he saw on the kid's face was shame. Maybe he took it too far.

"Whatever – you have your reasons. Sides Japan has a pretty closed off information system."

"It's not just information Ron. They don't want anything to do with the Ministry. The fact that they sent someone – it's good news."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Or bad news. The bloke's missing."

"What happened anyways?" Ginny piped up. Hermione spoke first. Mokuba was glad that she jumped on questions. He had no clue.

"Lets just say when the magical community within Japan needed support, Britain didn't really give any. Not that it wasn't without reason, considering it was dealing with a massive jailbreak and a brewing war."

"Hold on –" Ron stopped Hermione. "Azkaban-"

"Was founded four years later." Hermione finished.

"But that would put this nearly 400 years back."

Hermione lamely nodded.

"Spiteful types aren't they?" Ron muttered before giving his food his full attention.

The rest of the dinner went relatively smoothly. By relatively, it meant there were a couple more comments about Ron still had purple glop behind his ears and hair earning a hurt response, but nothing more major. The ginger git deserved it.

Mokuba decided to spend the time sorting through his capsule monster collection afterwards, what he didn't notice was the curly hair drooping over the side of the sofa.

"What are those?"

The black-haired boy nearly jumped seven feet into the air. "How long have you been here?"

"Not long."

"Hermione! Where the bloody hell are you?"

The brunette rolled her eyes. "Over here Ron." Speaking calmly. She sat down beside Mokuba, looking over the small figurines.

"Are these capsule monsters?"

Mokuba grinned unabashedly. "You know them?" For the first time anyone in this wako world knew something from his.

"Yeah – they're fairly popular in muggle stores in London."

She shrugged, fingers rubbing over the penguin statue. "So are duel monsters." Mokuba's eyes couldn't have gotten rounder.

"You know about duel monsters too?" Civilization! He had found it!

Hermione smiled a little. "It is one of the most well known games out there."

Mokuba waved a hand. "It's just that there haven't been anyone lately who knew anything about them. Or anything that I did."

"That definitely gets lonely." She agreed sympathetically. If anyone understood isolation due to knowledge, it was her.

"What are you doing here?" Ron walked around the couch. "What are those?"

"Capsule Monsters." The smug eleven year old informed.

"What Monsters?"

"It's not a burden mother! It's a duty, and honor that he chose me, where my father has failed."

"Draco this is madness! You'll never accomplish it!" The smashing of glass rang from inside the room. Kaiba and Olivander ceased their magic practice and got to work on the alarms. They had taken apart the front wall completely, along with the floor section in the center of the main room.

Riddle was laxly reading through some newspaper, occasionally hissing something at the over-fed python that wrapped itself around its master's feet.

"Pass the wrench."

Olivander looked at the array of tools that were spread on the ground. Kaiba didn't bother waiting for long and simply picked it up himself.

"I just don't understand. How do muggles deal with all this ... activity." The older man rubbed his back before dusting off a patch of floor and planting his rear on it.

"Constant diligence."

There was a sudden slam of doors, a heavy barrage of feet that headed into the main room. Kaiba didn't bother looking up, he just kept on working.

"Draco!" The platinum haired woman called after her son, who made no effort whatsoever to look back, and kept storming out of the room.

"They've been at it for a while now." Olivander whispered. Kaiba knew that listening to the old man paid off, so even for this he'd lend an ear.

"Draco had been tasked with killing Professor Dumbledore."

Seto's reaction was simple. All he did was raise an eyebrow.

"Dumbledore is the only wizard that can defeat-" He jerked his head in Riddle's direction.

"Then why hasn't he?" Kaiba hissed. Why didn't this Dumbledore just off this bastard already? Could have saved him the problems he was facing now. He wouldn't even be in this mess either!

"He doesn't know where the base is I suppose. That and the Ministry" Olivandered paused. "Our government doesn't believe him, and calls him a lunatic."

Kaiba scoffed. Typical.

"My lord, I know that I speak beyond my rank, and should not impose my opinion, but my son simply isn't ready to take care of this task on his own. He's ... not of that calibre to take out Dumbledore, no matter at what proximity he is."

Riddle's eyes travelled to the blonde woman apathetically.

"You've answered your own question. It is beyond your rank."

"But he isn't ready. He will fail you-"

Kaiba refused to sit here, and let an oppurtunity slip by. He wasn't going to sit pretty and wait for his contract with Riddle to run out, he was going to get out, and get Mokuba. And get this mishapen bastard out of the way. Any enemy of his problem will become a useful tool in his own agenda.

"My Lord." Kaiba out out of the work area. Addressing anyone with that title cause his ego to itch. But – as the old saying goes – when in Rome.

Riddle's attention swerved to his newest recruit.

"What she says is true. It is unwise to put all your trust in." Seto looked back at the door that the woman's son went in. "A simple student."

"So what would you do?" He questioned. This young man was beyond doubt not intimitaded much by him. On some level it irked him, on another it was for the mean-time, amusing.

"I would assign someone with the boy. Someone to keep an eye out on his actions. Should he fail, complete the task at hand."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed. This was slowly ceasing to be amusing. He was getting nosier, more confident. But he did have a point. Draco wasn't able to pass potions without a request or bribery.

"Are you volunteering yourself?"

Kaiba knew that his motives were on the obvious side. But maybe he could make it work.

"Yes. My designs are complete for the most part. I can mail the rest when I finish them. But I could be able to make sure the boy did his assignment."

Riddle looked like he was mulling the idea over within his mind. Kaiba couldn't remember how long it had been since his stomach made such loops.

"How familiar are you with vanishing cabinets?"

"Child's play." Whatever a vanishing cabinet was, odds are it was no match for planetary mechanics.

"And murder?"

"Plenty." Seto even smirked for effect. "If the boy doesn't succeed I'll kill him myself." Trying to appeal to Riddle's need for a clean finish was easy enough.

Voldemort grinned. Narcissa shivered, suddenly in her eyes, the situation got even worse.