Harry Potter/Yugioh GX X-over In Progress

[LadyAuthoress]

Chapter 1

“Why do you think Sheppard wanted to see us?” Jaden asked in an uncharacteristically nervous tone, “I mean, I thought we were done with the drama for the year.”

“Oh you know, probably some mad dictator trying to take over the world,” Chazz snapped. He was beginning to wonder if Duel Academy was worth all of the stress, I mean could they go one second without being attacked or threatened or something?

Syrus took a step towards Jaden, “He said something a-about my brother coming,” Sy whispered.

“Zane? Really? What happened after he dueled you Sy?” Alexis asked.

“He left,” Jaden piped up before Syrus could say anything. Jaden was glad Alexis hadn’t had to see Zane in that duel. It would have tortured her.

“Hurry up a little bit, okay? Sheppard said it was an emergency,” Aster jumped in exasperatedly. Hanging out with “the gang” was wearing on his last nerve.

Before anyone had a chance to say anything else they were heading up the elevator into Sheppard’s office. The doors swung opened and there was Zane, onyx cloak and all, sitting in the chair in front of Sheppard’s desk.

Syrus twitched a bit and stepped behind Hassleberry, he wasn’t ready to see his brother again. Alexis audibly gasped; she hadn’t seen Zane in person since his defeat. After the surprise of seeing Zane again wore off, they realized that Crowler and Bonaparte were also in the room.

Sheppard ushered them in, “Come and sit down; I know you’ve all had a rough time lately but I’m afraid I have to talk to you.” There were grey crescents under his eyelids and his voice was hoarse; he didn’t seem to have been sleeping much.

“I hate to be the one to tell you this, but Duel Academy is in grave danger,” Sheppard began grimly.

“Told you so,” Chazz muttered as he folded his arms in annoyance.

“Why, what’s happening?” Jaden asked.

“I can’t tell you that right now, but I will tell you that all of the students are going to be evacuated group by group but that since, well, you’ve done so much for the school over the past two years, that I might send you off first.”

“Where are we going?” Atticus asked softly as he slipped his hand into his sister’s.

“To a boarding school in England.”

Bastion noticeably perked up, thrilled that he would be returning to his home country.

“Now there are more details about the school’s, um, well, let’s call it curriculum, but they will be explained by their headmaster when you get arrive.”

“Wait a sec, if this is an evacuation from Duel Academy then what is he doing here?” Aster asked, his voice filled with unmistakable animosity, as he pointed an accusing finger at Zane.

Zane glared at Aster but said nothing, the chancellor was the one who answered, ”I thought that a bit of a change of scene might be good for him.” They all knew exactly what Sheppard meant.

Sheppard forced a smile at them, “So go and pack, meet back here in an hour. I’ll accompany you on the plane to England and I’m sure Crowler and Bonaparte can handle the responsibility of leading you to the train station from there. Oh, and incidentally, the school is called Hogwarts.”

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Chapter 2

“Well, even if the new school sucks, you’ve got to admit that riding in a private jet is SWEET!” Jaden said as he bounced up and down in his seat.

Syrus moaned, “Please be quiet Jay, I’m getting air-sick.”

Jaden patted him on the back, “Only a couple of hours left. You can make it!”


Alexis silently prayed for him to listen to Syrus and shut up; she was sitting between Atticus and Zane and the unquestionable tension was giving her a headache.

“So Chancellor,” Bastion said merrily, “I’ve never heard of a dueling school called Hogwarts before, and I know of most of the academies in Britain, would you mind telling us more about it?”

“Well, for starters, it isn’t exactly a dueling school.” Sheppard said tentatively, waiting for the angry uproar that he was sure would follow. When he realized that everyone was too exhausted to reply, he continued, “Dueling is more of a sport there, and it’s quite different and a bit more dangerous.” He scanned his eyes over the seats waiting for a sign that someone had actually be listening.

Jaden finally spoke up, “Do you mean like the shadow games?”

Sheppard decided to lie through his teeth, “A bit.” However unprofessional it was, he was going to leave it to Albus to explain the wizarding world to them, “And remember, it is the middle of the year for them so you may have a bit of trouble getting to know everyone.”

“Well that’s alright, we’ll be together!” Jaden exclaimed. Sheppard just smiled, deciding to neglect mentioning the sorting hat as well.

The plane landed three lengthy hours later and the majority of the group was ready for mutiny. But unfortunately for them, they didn’t have time because they were ushered within seconds into two British taxis and were driving to what Sheppard called, “King’s Cross.”



“Come quickly now,” Sheppard instructed beckoning them onto the track, “We don’t want people to see…” His voice trailed off as he tried to shove them over to track nine.

“Now,” He continued, “Before I tell you what you will have to do in order to get onto the proper track, I would like to assure you that I am not in fact, insane. Alright?” Many of them exchanged alarmed glances, this didn’t sound good. “Oh and also I think it might be good if you promise not to ask questions once I tell you.” He looked around and they nodded, eyebrows raised in wonderment.

“Now, the Hogwarts express is boarded from track 9 and 3/4 which you may have noticed is not on the regular platform.” He glanced around at them, “In order to get to platform 9 and 3/4 you must slide through this brick wall.” He pointed at the brick wall to their left just as Chazz exploded, “Are you kidding me?! I’m not going to go run through a brick wall! That’s crazy!”

Syrus nodded shyly, “I think Chazz is right Chancellor, I mean you can’t actually walk through walls, can you?” His voice got very squeaky as he said this.

Chancellor Sheppard sighed, “I had a feeling you would react like this. Well, if it makes you feel better, Crowler and Bonaparte can go first.”

“W-we will??” Crowler stuttered.

Sheppard shrugged, “You’re older than they are, and you’re their teachers. You ought to set an example. Better get it over with before you talk yourselves out of it.”

Slowly and exceptionally hesitantly, the two teachers inched their way towards the wall.

“If you run I’ll give you a raise,” Sheppard said impatiently. They didn’t run, but this certainly sped them up a bit.

As they were centimeters away from the wall Sheppard noticed them brace, readying to hit the wall, but instead they slid through it, just as they were supposed to do. Sheppard sighed in relief, he had been worried that the wrong people might expect them coming and seal the gateway.

“Ooh, can we go next?! Please!” Jaden called jumping up and down. Sheppard nodded, if they didn’t move quickly they could miss the train.

“And by “we” you mean - Hey!” Syrus yelped as Jaden grabbed his wrist and yanked him towards the wall. But the rest of Syrus’s protests were lost as they too seemed to go right through the wall. Then Chazz, not wanting to seem afraid too afraid to do something that Syrus could do, proudly strode to through the bricks, followed by Atticus and Alexis together, then Hassleberry, then Bastion.

Aster, who alone seemed unperturbed about the situation went next, and last of all, with an inscrutable expression went Zane.

They all stood dazed, on the other side for a few moments until Atticus said excitedly, “Wow! Look! The sign really does say platform nine and three quarters!”

“And look at the train!” Alexis echoed her brother, “It’s the most beautiful train I’ve ever seen!”

“I hate to ruin the moment,” Aster began edgily, “But if we don’t get on the train right now we’re going to ruin Sheppard’s whole plan.” And with that, he stepped aboard the Hogwarts express, not to be seen again for the entire trip.

After they boarded, everybody, save Zane, Aster, Bonaparte and Crowler, decided to attempt and squeeze into one compartment.

“So,” Jaden started after a few minutes of silence, “Why are we the only ones on train?”

“Idiot,” Murmured Chazz, “It’s the middle of the year. Everyone else is already at school.”

“Oh.”

“Did anyone else wonder what chancellor Sheppard meant when he said that it might be hard to get to know the other students?” Bastion asked.

“I know!” Alexis replied, “I don’t like that it seemed to imply that the other kids wouldn’t be very welcoming, did you? I think we’re going to be in for a rough year.” There was mumbled assent as people tried to dissect what Sheppard had meant.

“I hope we get to go back to Duel Academy soon though,” Jaden said as he thought wistfully of his deck that had been left up at the front of the train with the rest of his luggage.

Syrus sniffled, “Me too.” More nods of agreement as they fantasized about what their new school would be like.


A while later, there was a knock on the compartment door and they opened it to discover a stout, friendly-faced woman with a wagon full of unusual looking candy.

“That will be three galleons,” The lady said as Jaden grabbed everything in reach.

Jaden’s face fell, “Oh but I don’t have British money! And I’m hungry!” He whined.

“Galleons aren’t British money Jay,” Bastion said as he eyed the woman with the candy pointedly, “What kind of money is it?”

“Never mind that,” She said in an annoyed tone, “Without money you can’t have the candy. I’m very sorry dears, but I could lose my job if I start giving away free candy.”

“But I’m hungry!” Jaden said, as if she hadn’t heard him the first time.

“Oh don’t worry dear,” She replied patting him on the cheek, “You’ll be there in a few minutes.”

They all turned to glance out the window and “Wow,” was the only word that even Jaden could manage, as they saw Hogwarts castle for the first time across the lake.

[LadyAuthoress]

Okay, so as I was re-reading, I realized that this isn't my all time best stuff or anything. So yeah, don't judge my skills based on my fanfics, okay? They generally aren't as good as my other stuff.

Chapter 3

As the train slowed nobody seemed to want to do anything except press their faces up against the cool glass to try and spy a broader view of the castle. All of a sudden the idea of going to this Hogwarts school didn’t seem half bad.


“ Firs’ years,” A hoarse voice bellowed from outside the stopped train.


“Um, is that us?” Atticus asked as he ducked down to try and look out the window.


“Well technically it is our first year, so I’m guessing yeah,” Jaden replied, “Shouldn’t someone go find the others?”


“I see them on the steps, you don’t think they sat together do you?” Alexis asked as she took a small step away from the window.

“Impossible,” Atticus quickly dismissed it, “Aster and Zane hate each other, and neither of them would wanna sit with Crowler or Bonaparte.”


“Uh guys, who is THAT?” Syrus shrieked aiming his index figure at a large bulky figure, lumbering about next to the Express.


“Is that the guy who was yelling for us to come out?” Alexis asked, sounding almost as nervous as Syrus.

“Think so, oh well he seems friendly enough,” Jaden said shrugging, “I’m going to go out there and join them, see ya,” He left the compartment without a backward glance.

“We ought to go too, what if something happens to Jay and we weren’t there to protect him?” Hassleberry asked.


“Oh don’t fret Hassleberry, that man is probably just abnormally tall. After all, there are no such things as giants,” Bastion said placidly.


“GIANTS? Oh gee thanks Bastion, I wasn’t even thinking of that!” Syrus exclaimed as he started to wring his hands.

“What were you scared of then?” Bastion asked.

“Just the fact that he could probably step on me and my spine would crack,” Syrus squeaked quietly.

Alexis sighed, “You’ll grow eventually Sy. So what do you say guys, let’s go join Jay, I mean we haven’t heard any screams have we?”

“No I guess not,” Syrus said uncertainly.

“Great then let’s go,” Alexis said. And with her in the lead they filed out of the Hogwarts Express and into the billowy night.





“Hey, there you guys are!” Jaden yelled as they approached him, “This is Hagrid! And Hagrid, this is Syrus, Hassleberry, Chazz, Alexis, Atticus and Bastion. They hung back nervously as Hagrid chuckled, “Sorry if I scared yeh, I forget that I’m taller ‘an most people.” He reached down to pat Syrus on the head and Syrus jumped away in terror.

Jaden frowned, “C’mon buddy, Hagrid’s really nice!” He flung his arm around Syrus and turned back to Hagrid, “So are those boats for us?” Jaden pointed at the wooden paddleboats waiting at the harbor.

“Sure are, it’s usually four to a boat but since you’re a bit bigger than our usual firs’ years let’s make it two. Quickly now, we wanna get there as soon as possible.”

“But what about our bags?” Jaden asked.

“They’ll be brought for yeh,” Hagrid replied as he tried to keep up with everyone else, “Alrigh’ get on the boats, and make sure to hold your lantern up so yeh can see where your going.”

The boat pairs were as follows, Jaden and Syrus, Hassleberry and Bastion, Alexis and Atticus, Crowler and Bonaparte, and just to watch Chazz suffer, Aster climbed in with Zane so that Chazz had to squeeze in with Hagrid.

“So, you’re Chazz, aren’t yeh?” Hagrid asked.

Chazz just nodded, fearing that words would encourage him.

“Do you like animals?”

“Do I, wha-?”

“Like animals.”

When Chazz shook his head bemusedly Hagrid smiled sadly, “Most don’t. They’re misunderstood yeh see. ‘Specially the ones yeh get around here.”

Chazz tucked his legs to his chest and wished he’d tripled with someone. Even Jaden and Syrus. After twenty more minutes of prolonged small talk, they arrived at the other side of the lake. And Hagrid let them have a few moments to stare at the castle before telling them that it was getting late and they ought to go inside.

As they stepped into a huge room that was about triple the size of the Obelisk cafeteria, the most unusual looking man stepped in front of them.


“Hello, you must be from Duel Academy, I am Professor Albus Dumbledore,” He looked elderly and had half moon spectacles on.

“You sound just like Bastion!” Jaden cheered, “Are you going to be our teacher here?”

Dumbledore smiled evasively and the spoke, “Why don’t you accompany me to my office, I will explain everything to you there.” Since he didn’t seem like a man who you would want to meddle with they all obediently followed him down a set of long corridors and up a marble staircase.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Dumbledore said kindly.

“Before I forget to ask, Aster said suddenly making the others jump, “My old manager’s distant relation works here, do you know her? I don’t remember her name.” The others exchanged glances; this was news to them.

“And what is your name ?” Dumbledore asked.

“Aster Phoenix,” Aster responded flatly. Dumbledore smiled again but did not answer his question.

“Now, am I correct in guessing that Chancellor Sheppard did not inform you what it is that we do here at Hogwarts?” They shook their heads.

“Well it is not, unfortunately, a duel school like Duel Academy is. Hogwarts is a school of magic.” There was silence while what he said registered, and then Bastion slammed his fist on the table, “There is no such thing as magic. It’s scientifically impossible!”

Jaden laughed, “Well until today I thought that running through walls was impossible too.”

Dumbledore went on, “Chancellor Sheppard warned me that you might not believe me, but do not be ashamed at this, many do not at first.”

Bastion bristled, why should they be ashamed for not giving into lunacy?

“I will demonstrate, if you like,” Dumbledore said, and then before anyone had time to ready themselves, he took a long pointy stick from his pocket, aimed it at a book on the table and spoke two words very crisply, “Wingardium Leviosa.” The book rose gracefully to the ceiling and eleven pairs of eyes followed it.

They still seemed unconvinced though so Dumbledore continued to transfigure the book into a fancy looking quill and then opened the door from where he sat.

Bastion immediately rose from his seat and ran to the door to examined it, “Impossible,” he muttered.

“Please,” Dumbledore said, “I can’t spend all night trying to prove to you that magic exists because we have more important things to do. Please, sit down and listen to what I have to say,” He said, looking at Bastion. Slowly Bastion returned to his seat and stared up at Dumbledore again.

“Thank you. Now, there is one more thing you must know. None of you, or almost none of you,” His eyes fell on Aster again and he quickly pulled them away, “Are true wizards or witches. But one thing that most people don’t know, is that anyone can learn. The reason that most don’t is because in order for you to be able to practice magic, you must believe in it, and for some people this is quite difficult. So before I continue, do you all believe?”

They all nodded, Aster right away and Bastion after he realized that everyone was looking at him.

“Excellent,” Dumbledore said, and he strode over to the bit of shelf space where the sorting hat was sitting.

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Chapter 4

Dumbledore lifted the withering hat from the shelf and brought it over to the table before he spoke, “Here at Hogwarts, much like at Duel Academy you are placed in a dorm within which you will sleep and make friends with people who have a kinship with you. However, unlike at your old school, these dorms, or as we call them “houses”, are not a rank and merely an easy way for you to meet the people you would most likely befriend more quickly.” His speech being done, Dumbledore set the hat in front of them and stared at it expectantly. And just as someone was about to ask what they were waiting for, the hat startled everyone by opening a mouth and breaking into song:

“Oh you may not think me pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!”

“Who would like to go first?” Dumbledore asked kindly, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Ooh! Me!” Jaden said excitedly, ignoring, as usual, the obscurity of a singing hat.

Dumbledore beckoned him forward, and then, out of nowhere, used his wand to pull a chair over to them. He instructed that Jaden sit on the chair and then placed the hat over his head, where it fell down over his eyes.

“Well this isn’t difficult at all,” Jaden heard a deep voice say. He thought at first that it was his brain talking to him but then realized that it must be the hat speaking again, and that funnily enough he didn’t find it strange anymore.

“What do you mean?” Jaden heard his voice say, although his lips never moved.

“I haven’t seen quite the model Gryffindor as you in a good many years. I would say ever since James Potter.”

“Who’s he?”

“Never mind that. Although I suppose you wouldn’t suffer much in Hufflepuff either…” The hat said, although it sounded now more as if it was talking to itself as opposed to at Jaden.

“Oh Gryffindor is the one for brave people isn’t it? Well I guess all of us are pretty brave, you wouldn’t believe the things we’ve fought back home!”

“Of course I believe of them, I can see them right here. In your mind.”

Jaden didn’t really have a response to this and so the hat, deciding that his turn was done shouted aloud, “Gryffindor!”

Jaden pulled the hat off of his head and walked, grinning back over to his friends.

“Give me that hat!” Chazz snapped. He appeared to be one of the few not happy for Jaden.

“A temper have we?” The hat asked Chazz coldly.

“Whatevs. Just tell me where I’m going, okay?” Chazz replied, then scolded himself for talking to a hat.

“You don’t like this Jaden much, do you?” The hat inquired.

“Doesn’t take much to notice that.”

“Oh but it isn’t that you don’t like him I don’t think, you envy him is all. But you’re insecure enough as it is so it’s easier for you to hate him than to admit he’s better than you are. “

Chazz curled his hands into fists, “Now you listen to me, I hate Jaden, and if you stick me in a house with him I’ll rip you to shreds! Got that?”

“Well, if your enemies with a Gryffindor already, I suppose I’ll have to stick you in Slytherin!” The last part was out loud as always and Chazz tried to be proud as he left the hat on the stool, the hat had called Slytherins cunning, right? So that was good.

The next few sortings were uneventful as Bastion became a Ravenclaw, Hassleberry, Syrus and Atticus, Hufflepuffs and Alexis a Gryffindor.

“Interesting, very interesting,” The hat said conversationally as he sat on Zane’s head. Zane say anything back and neither did his mind.

“You see, usually a person is quite young when they are sorted, and therefore has not changed much over the years, but it’s as if you’ve had two lives isn’t it?”

Zane still refused to say anything.

“Up until nine months ago, you would have been a shoe-in for Gryffindor, but anyone who would electrocute and purposely inflict pain on their little brother doesn’t really belong anywhere. The Slytherins may be cruel, but they do love and respect others of their kind. Most of them do anyway. Although I do suppose that is also where the sadists go.” The hat paused for a moment and Zane was sure that it was reading his thoughts and he was probably right because then it spoke again, “But you don’t want to be a Slytherin, do you? In that case, Gryffindor!” Zane robotically moved away from the hat, no thoughts about his sorting evident on his face.

Next, Bonaparte was sorted into Hufflepuff and Aster looked delighted to be added to the number of Gryffindors. Lastly, Crowler surprised them all by becoming the final Gryffindor.

“Alright. Now if you would be so kind as too accompany me down stairs, you will find the heads of houses who will take you to meet your new roommates. And as for you Professors, although you will be accompanying the people from the houses you were sorted into, to lessons, since you are much older than the students we have arranged for other accommodations for you.”

“Why thank you sir!” Bonaparte exclaimed.

“Yes, thank you,” Crowler echoed.

“This way please,” Dumbledore said, and they followed him down the marble stairs in silence, either thinking or worrying about what their new roommates would think of them.

[LadyAuthoress]

Warning: there will eventually be mild violence and slash/yaoi in this story. So don't read it if your going to get all "offended"


Chapter 5

Although there were many things that the Duel Academy friends wanted to say to each other about the sorting, they didn’t really want to in front of Professor Dumbledore. Or in front of Crowler or Bonaparte for that matter.

At the foot of the stairs stood three distinguishingly different adults. There was a sour looking man with rather gray, sunken features, an elderly conservative looking woman with her hair pulled into a bun, a stout friendly looking lady with plant stems in her hair, and a bearded excited looking man who was no taller than Syrus. They all were dressed like storybook witches and wizards.

“These are the Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw heads of houses respectively,” Dumbledore spoke, “Please accompany your head of house to your dormitory where you will meet your new roommates. Professors,” He continued, now speaking to Crowler and Bonaparte, “If would be so kind as to follow me out onto the grounds where Hagrid has been generous enough to oblige to letting you stay with him.”

Bonaparte and Crowler shot each other oh-no-what-the-hell-did-we-get-ourselves-into looks but tottered down the hall after Albus anyhow.

“I am Professor McGonagall, the head of house for Gryffindor. Gryffindors, please follow me.” The conservative looking witch said.

Oh great, we get stuck with the strict teacher! Jaden thought dismally. Well, I guess she doesn’t seem as bad as the one Chazz got stuck with…

“Jay,” Alexis whispered, loudly enough for Aster and Zane to hear also, “The portraits are moving.”

“Whoa,” Jaden breathed as he also noticed that the people in the surrounding pictures were not only moving, but talking.

Aster’s mouth curled into an oh shape in surprise, and Zane characteristically didn’t react.

“Hello Sir Cadegan,” McGonagall greeted a portrait crisply.

Everyone (even Zane) jumped a bit as the man in the painting took off his helmet and eagerly boomed back with, “Evening, Professor.”

She muttered a word to him and then, the portrait swung backward, surprising everyone by revealing a red and gold decorated room.

“Cool…” Jaden thought out loud as they stepped into the room.

“This is the Gryffindor common room. It is where you will spend your free time unless you wish to be outside. After a certain hour you must be either in this room or in your dormitory.” The professor explained brusquely.

“Miss Rhodes, unfortunately we were unable to find you a room with space with people around your age, so you will be sharing with a few third years.”

“That’s fine…” Alexis replied, much more concerned with how McGonagall knew her name when she hadn’t introduced herself than with the age of her roommates.

“Ah good,” McGonagall said as her eyes landed across the room, “Miss Granger,” She called, “I need you to accompany Miss Alexis Rhodes to your dormitory. She is one of the new roommates that the Headmaster spoke of the other day.” She said this loudly, seeing as the girl she was speaking to was across the room, and many other students turned to look and point rudely at the newest Gryffindors.

This “Miss Granger” stood quickly from the couch in front of the fire in which she had been sitting and scurried over to her teacher.

“Hello,” She said nervously, seeming all too aware that these people were significantly older than she.

“Miss Rhodes, this is Hermione Granger, she will be one of your three roommates. Miss Granger please show Miss Rhodes the room.”

Hermione thingyed her head to show Alexis that they were headed towards the staircase on the left, and Alexis was forced to mutter goodbyes to her friends and follow her in the direction of the girls’ dorms.

“So what was your old school like?” Hermione asked as they headed up the stairs.

“Different…” Alexis replied dreamily, not really being in a talking kind of mood. “It wasn’t a magic school for one thing.”

“Yes, Professor Dumbledore mentioned that most of you were muggleborns.”

Alexis decided just to ignore this since she didn’t understand what was meant by “muggleborn”.

“Are all of the pupils from your school in Gryffindor?”

Alexis shook her head, “No, there are some of us in all of the houses.”

Hermione looked surprised at this but didn’t get a chance to say anything because they reached the Dorm.

Alexis immediately noticed two girls who reminded her strikingly of Mindy and Jasmine, standing in the corner and whispering.

“Lavender, Parvati?” Hermione interrupted them timidly, “This is our new roommate, Alexis Rhodes.” The two girls turned to Alexis and smiled politely then promptly left the room.

“They didn’t mean to be rude they were just –“

“It’s fine,” Alexis cut her off quickly, not feeling at all upset about her new roommates not wanting to have an awkward conversation with her.

“Would you like me to help you unpack?”

And sure enough, there were Alexis’s two suitcases, sitting neatly on her bed.

“That’s ok, I think I’ll unpack in the morning, I’m really tired,” Alexis lied.

“Alright. Come and fetch me if you need anything,” Hermione said as she headed back down to the common room.

Alexis breathed a sigh of relief and ripped open the front pocket of her suitcase to pull out her deck. Seeing all of the familiar faces staring up at her was a huge comfort, although now she wanted nothing more than to sneak into the boys’ dorm and duel one of her friends.

Unluckily for the boys, they did not have the luck of having someone take them to their room. Professor McGonagall had not be able to find either of their new roommates and had told them to just follow the staircase up to the top floor and go to the room with the empty beds.

The room was small, and had five beds crammed into it, three of which had hefty suitcases on them and two of which had seventeen year-old wizards.

One was a good-looking guy who was sprawled ungracefully over his bed and the other, a haughty redhead with a book in his lap that his eyes appeared to be glued to.

“What’s up!” Jaden greeted eagerly as he and Aster stepped into the room, with Zane standing a bit behind in the doorway.

“Jaden, they’re British, they don’t say “what’s up”,” Aster hissed in Jaden’s ear.

Jaden ignored him and stepped further into the room, “Hi! I’m Jaden Yuki!”

Both wizards looked up this time, the brown haired one grinning warmly and the redhead giving a patronizing smile. The redhead was the first to rise, “Greetings! I’m Percy Weasley! You’re quite lucky to be rooming with me actually, for I’m head boy and can answer any questions you might have!” He said proudly, marching over to Zane and sticking out his hand. Zane ignored him stoically leaving Jaden to jump between them and grab Percy’s hand energetically, “Awesome to meet you!”

Aster groaned silently and went over to sit on the bed with his suitcase, which happened to be next to the other boy’s. The boy gave Aster a winning smile and then leaned over and whispered, “I’m Oliver Wood. My apologizes in advance for anything obnoxious or egotistic Perce might do. He means well.”

Aster smiled back, “Well, we’re even, I’m sure whatever annoying thing Percy will do, Jaden could top it. I’m Aster Phoenix by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. Doubt your friend could top Percy though, Percy won’t hesitate to give you detention if you step into the common room so much as a minute after hours.”

“Jaden gives pep talks.”

“So do I,” Oliver smirked.

For some reason Aster knew that he hadn’t offended the guy, “So, do you duel?”

“A little. They taught us all a bit last year.”

“Can I see your deck?”

“Deck?”

“Yeah… I have elemental heroes in mine. Some really cool ones too, since my dad was a card designer.” Aster rambled, not really being sure why he was telling Oliver all of this stuff.

“Huh?”

Suddenly it clicked, what Sheppard had meant by “different kind of dueling”. Aster was almost positive that they didn’t even use cards!

“Um, never mind, it’s kind of hard to explain. You see the type of dueling from where I come from uses cards, I’m a professional actually.” Aster said, with a hint of smugness.

“Huh. Is it like exploding snap?”

“What’s that?”

“Doesn’t matter. Nifty that you’re a professional at it though, I’d like to be a professional Quidditch player some day. Well, next year after I graduate actually.”

“And Quidditch would be?…” Aster asked him.

“You don’t know what Quidditch is?!” Oliver spluttered loudly, causing Jaden and Percy to look up from their animated conversation and causing Zane to do nothing as always.

“Hey, looks like we’re even again, you didn’t know what dueling was,” Aster replied,

“Well yes, but that’s not Quidditch!” Oliver exclaimed indignantly

Aster tried not to be offended, after all, Oliver had never dueled before, he didn’t know how great it was. Then an idea popped into his head, “I’ll tell you what. How about tomorrow, you teach me how to play Quidditch and I’ll teach you how to duel.”

“Deal.” Oliver answered, sticking out his hand for Aster to shake. Aster shook it and smiled, Hogwarts was way better than he ever could have imagined. He and Oliver stayed up practically all night talking, and Jaden and Percy did likewise, leaving Zane to slip unnoticed out of the room.

[LadyAuthoress]

Chapter 6
Bastion was delighted to find that once he got over the fantastical nature of Hogwarts he really did enjoy being there. He’d gotten into a good house, and was secretly glad to finally be making friends, who had the same level of intellect as he. And his head of house, Professor Flitwick, was a charming and kind man who offered to help Bastion with whatever he might need. And Bastion was having wonderful time: but then they arrived at the dorms.

“Now, my dear boy, whenever you arrive at the entrance of Ravenclaw this portrait here shall ask you a bit of a mind boggler or riddle which you will then have to answer. Since it is your first night, I will answer the question for you.” And indeed, the portrait gave a riddle, and although Bastion was pretty sure he knew the answer, he allowed Flitwick to give it since he had so generously offered. The door swung open and the two men stepped inside the common room. Bastion’s jaw dropped.

Girls, girls everywhere! Where were all of the other males? Was he the only boy in Ravenclaw!?

“Erm, I don’t mean to be rude, but are my roommates girls?” Bastion figured this was the most polite way to demand information about where the other guys were.

“Oh of course not!” Flitwick giggled, “But you see, it’s getting rather late and only the girls enjoy staying up until the wee hours of the morning. Their knowledge of what over exhaustion can do to a person just can’t seem to conquer their need to talk! Your welcome to go strait on up to your room, if you like, just take the stairs all the way up to the top. Good night!” And he trotted quickly away before Bastion had a chance to reply.

Bastion all of a sudden felt very alone and trapped. He could feel his face heat up as a few very pretty young ladies giggled at his expression of discomfort. This wasn’t good. He was about to just head up to his room, as Flitwick had suggested he do but then a terrible thought came to mind: what if his roommates were asleep and he woke them up? They would surely be mad, and that would not be a good way to begin his time in Ravenclaw. He thought how terribly nice it must be for the others, they at least had each other . Well, except Chazz. But he probably liked it better that way anyway.

Hmm, an interesting thought came to Bastion’s mind. What would Atticus do? He would probably think being the only male in a gaggle of girls would be a good thing… Why can’t I be like Atticus?! Bastion asked himself angrily. Wait, why can’t I be like Atticus? Just pick a girl and go talk to her! Atticus’s voice echoed in his mind.

Bastion glanced around, looking for a girl who was on her own and didn’t look threatening. Aha! There was a little girl with curly blonde hair sitting in the corner of the room, the others seemed to be clearly avoiding her. Well, maybe I can join up with the other outcasts and we can form a revolt, Bastion thought bitterly.

He tiptoed towards her, she looked younger than him by at least five years. Granted this would make him less nervous around her.

As he got no farther than a few feet away from her he grimaced, for she was wearing radish earrings and a hat with big feathers. She was leaning against the wall with her back very straight and her eyes closed.

Bastion gingerly sat down, wondering what he should say to get her to open her eyes.

“I knew you would come,” She said suddenly, making Bastion jump a few yards into the air.

“Er...“ Was all Bastion could murmur in response.

“I’m Luna Lovegood.” The girl added, as she opened one eye and looked towards Bastion, “You come from a Duel School in Japan,”

“Yes… I’m Bastion Misawa, how did you know all that?”

“The Headmaster spoke to us of your arrival. He did not give us details but I enjoy listening to others’ conversations.” She opened her other eye, “You’re British.”

Bastion smiled, “I am. I lived here all my life until I went to duel academy.”

“Why did you go to Duel Academy?” Luna asked presumptuously

The question caught him off guard, “Well, I enjoy dueling. Very much.”

“Yes, I’ve heard of dueling. You get cards and you play a game with them. My father enjoys watching it even though it is a muggle sport. His favorite duelist is Aster Phoenix and I heard from Professor McGonagall talking to Professor Dumbledore that he is here. Is that true?”

This irked Bastion very much, the first person he meets here is an Asterphoenattic. Oi.

“Yes, it is.” Bastion replied grudgingly, “But he isn’t particularly friendly.”

“That’s alright, Daddy runs a magazine called the Quibbler, he shan’t mind about his demeanor as long as he gets an interview.” An interview?! This was getting entirely out of hand.

“I’m not sure if he would want to or not,” Bastion said uncertainly.

“Well can you find out for me?” Luna asked, her eyes wide with hope.

“I suppose,” Bastion responded, although he knew that asking Aster Phoenix if he wanted to be interviewed by a twelve-year-old girl who wears radishes for earring’s father was not high on his happy to do list.

Luna smiled, “You never answered my question.”

“Which question?”

“Why did you go to duel academy?”

“I told you, I love to duel, I hope to use my arithmetic skills to be a pro some day.”

“Yes, but there are plenty of duel schools in Britain. Had I been a squib, I probably would have attended one. A squib is someone who has wizarding parents but contains no magic abilities themselves,” Luna added after she noticed that Bastion was confused, “Why did you want to go all the way to Japan?”

Bastion did not like that Luna seemed to know what he was thinking and feeling all of the time. It was quite disconcerting.

“I’m not sure.” He replied truthfully. “You see, my mother died when I was quite young and I never really did get along with my father, I suppose I wanted to escape from him.” Bastion said softly.

“My mother died too, but I love my Daddy very much,” Luna said thoughtfully, her head tilted as if she were considering his words, “Do you regret leaving England?”

“Sometimes,” He said, “But Japan is a wonderful country.”

“Yes, but you aren’t happy there. You want to come home to England.” Luna said, keeping her eyes deliberately on Bastion’s, “Perhaps if you were to speak to your mother again you might want to come home.”

“How is that possible?” Bastion asked sadly, pulling his eyes away from her.

“My daddy said when I’m older he will take me to a place where I can speak with my mother. If you can get him the interview with Aster Phoenix, I’m sure he’d take you too.”

“Really?” Bastion asked. It wasn’t like him to believe in magical things such as talking to the dead without any proof, but Luna seemed so earnest about everything…

“Yes. And now I think we ought to go to our dorms, for if you fall asleep in your first class it shall not please the Professor.” Luna said as she grabbed Bastion’s hand and pulled him to his feet.

“Thank you,” Bastion muttered, as she let go of him, “But I’m worried I will wake my roommates if I go up there so late.”

Luna looked pensive again, “Perhaps we could switch dorms for the night.”

“Is that allowed?” Bastion asked incredulously.

“Well, girls are allowed in boy dorms, and my other roommates all moved into other rooms when they found out they shared a room with me.” Luna said matter-o-factly.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Bastion said uncomfortably.

Luna waved it off, “Never mind, yes I do think that’s what we ought to do tonight. My room is second floor, first door on the right. See you at breakfast!” She said as she bounced up the stairs to the boy’s dorms.

Bastion grinned, making a mental note to hug Atticus for the wonderful advice next time he saw him.

[LadyAuthoress]

Warnings: some violence (tell me if it's too much Mia) and Chazzy abuse in this chappie.

Okay, you can so do this. You’re a Princeton for god’s sake! Your brother could crush this guy…

Chazz stole a sideways glance at his so called mentor who was leading him wordlessly down corriders, that for all Chazz knew could lead him to his death or other forms of doom. He swallowed.

Just because your brothers could crush this guy, doesn’t mean you could. A little voice told Chazz. He angrily shook it off and once again stared blatantly at the man beside him.
Well, he didn’t know what else to call him seeing as he did not bother to introduce himself. I mean, the Chazz was all for cutting the small talk to a bare minimum, but since this guy was supposed to be the one whom Chazz could come to with questions, he felt that he should at least know his name. But since Chazz is Chazz, he said nothing and they continued in silence.

Chazz, nervously trying not to be nervous and not noticing the pictures that were pointing at him and the man beside him striding quickly and firmly with an unsettling smirk upon his face.

Chazz was even too anxious to notice as the man darkly muttered a password that opened a door for them. They stepped inside and Chazz turned to the man, figuring that now he would have to say something.

The man turned, and an icy, anything but friendly smile appeared on his lips. He finally spoke, “I have generously ignored the headmaster’s request for you to share a dorm with students your own age and have place you in a dorm with the top students of the house. You will find it, third door on the right.” He gave Chazz a condescending look and stepped towards the door, “Aside, I am Professor Snape, and if you are a bother to the other students, I shall hear about it.” And with a swish of his black cloak (which Chazz had admired straight away) he left, leaving Chazz shivering and thinking that maybe Crowler wasn’t so bad after all.

I’ll just let ‘em know who’s boss. After all, if they’re not my age, they must be some little worthless punks who aren’t worth sharing oxygen with me. But Chazz knew this wasn’t true. And it was reinforced a few moments later as he tried to enter his dorm.
He got to the third floor fast and right as he opened the door, a beam of light sent him hurtling across the floor. “What are you doing in my room, you filthy little mudblood! Get out!”

“Hey!” Chazz yelled furiously as he struggled to stand up, “You can’t speak to the Chazz that way- Gah!” He yelled as one of the boys pointed his wand and yelled a word that caused Chazz to sail across to the other side of the room and bang his head on the floor.

There were three boys Chazz realized as he opened his eyes and tried to refocus his vision. Two big ones and one smaller one who seemed to be the ringleader. Chazz felt momentarily embarrassed as he realized this is how he must have seemed, two years ago when he wouldn’t go anywhere without his two cronies.

“Hmm. Snape mentioned that we might be getting a new roommate, but he didn’t mention that it would be a mudblood.” The smaller boy seemed to spit the last word as he drew uncomfortably nearer to Chazz.

“Now, I suggest that we teach the new boy that mudbloods don’t belong in Slytherin. What do you say Crabbe?” He spoke one syllable at a time, and said it all unnervingly deliberately.

“Yeah. Mudbloods have no right in here,” One of the larger boys replied mechanically.

“So, let’s show him.”

Chazz braced himself for a punch, but then realized as he once again flew across the room that they would be using their wands. Which meant that he had no way to defend himself.

As his body was thrown, pulled, pushed, frozen, and his legs commanded to tap dance, Chazz decided that wizardry was much, much more painful than any shadow game he had ever experienced.

“Too bad I don’t know how to do the Cruciatus Curse properly, that’s what any mudblood truly deserves.” He spat carefully at Chazz’s face and left the dorm cackling with his sidekicks close at hand.

Chazz lay there for a few moments, trying to feel if anything was broken. He wasn’t sure, but it felt more just like everything was bruised and sore. He was more ashamed than anything else though.

How could this happen? Chazz was used to people not liking him, but that was usually because they were jealous of his dueling skills, never because they wanted to discriminated against him. No one had made him feel this way since his brothers, at the school duel had disowned him. But that time, Jaden had stood up for him. This time Chazz had been on his own. It felt sucky.

He forced himself to stand up as best he could and pull himself over to his bed. He unzipped the pocket of his suitcase where he knew he’d put his deck and flipped through them to find the Ojamas.

“The one time I actually want you to show up, you decide not to?!” He hissed as Ojama yellow, black and green floated up around him.

“We’re sorry, that deck case was so cramped… we couldn’t escape from it!” Ojama yellow squeaked, “Aw, don’t cry boss!” He continued as two small tears slipped down Chazz’s pale face.

“Yeah, we really are sorry, we’ll stand up for ya next time,” Ojama black chimed in.

“Whatever,” Chazz sniffed as he turned away from them.

“I’m going to sleep now. Don’t wake me up!” He snarled angrily.

They obediently flew back into his deck case, and didn’t protest as he shut the case harshly.

Chazz promised himself as he put on his pajamas to start appreciating the loyalty his Duel Academy friends showed him. Because that’s what they were: his friends.

This appreciation would not of course include being nice to Jaden.


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That's all until I write more! Kat, should I post "The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship", on here? Should I post my Syrus oneshot "Growing Apart"

[Camaraderie]

PUT "THE BEGINNING OF A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP" on here, or like, else.

[LadyAuthoress]

Gotcha.
What about my oneshot?