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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Yu-Gi-Oh, or The Legend of Zelda. This being a fanfiction should give you a hint right away unless you are even thicker than Gourry Gabriev from Slayers. I don't own Slayers, either. And Slayers is not in this story.
A really long Author's Note about my story:
I started this way back in the summer of 2003, before I knew about the Half Blood Prince. (no duh!) I posted the first chapter once, but the way the story was going, I didn't like it much, so I'm rewriting it.
Anyway, it's a crossover between Harry Potter, Yu-Gi-Oh, and The Legend of Zelda, though Yu-Gi-Oh, though mentioned in this chapter, the characters themselves won't show up until the third chapter, and for Zelda, well... nothing Zelda related will happen for awhile. And don't worry about not knowing anything about Zelda or Yu-Gi-Oh. As it's told from Harry's POV (not first person. I tried it, didn't work.) and since he doesn't know anything about Zelda or Yu-Gi-Oh, it doesn't really matter. Besides, for the purpose of my story, The Legend of Zelda doesn't exist, and Yu-Gi-Oh came out 1996, and... well... I'm going to pretend that doesn't exist either. Nice and simple.
All in all, I will try to stick to canon for all three, Harry Potter, Zelda, and Yugioh (though for this one, not that much), which will be quite a is going to be fun!
And I will stop boring you with this author's note and actually let you read my fic.
The Second War
Chapter I: Messages
Harry hated the Dursley utterly, and yet, every year he would stay with them for summer vacation. He was not afraid of them anymore, not even Dudley; after facing Voldemort and his Death Eaters, what could three Muggles do?
It was because of Voldemort that Harry had to live with the Dursleys in the first place. Only where his mother's blood is can Harry truly be safe. Which means that Harry is stuck with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. Lovely.
Harry sighed. There was still one and a half months left to go before he left for Hogwarts, the second-safest place for him, and a place where h felt much happier. Hogwarts felt more like a home than number four Privet Drive ever did.
Harry looked out into the night sky, awaiting the reply to the letter he had written to Remus Lupin. Lupin was the next best thing he had after Sirius' death. Sirius... Harry was hit with a feeling of nostalgia, and it wasn't the pleasant kind.
Forcing himself not to think about it, he continued to wait for Hedwig to arrive. And eventually, an owl did fly by, in the direction of Harry's house.
But Harry knew it was not Hedwig. She was unmistakable: at night, far away, even in a whole crowd of owls, because of her snowy white feathers. This owl was a dignified looking great-horned owl, and when it arrived int Harry's bed, when relieved ofits burden, it ruffled its feathers and flew away.
Harry looked over his letter, which had the Hogwarts Crest stamped on it. This year's envelope was larger and much thicker than then the envelopes from previous years;this he knew was because of the O.W.L. results.
He hastily opened his letter, anxious to see the results of his test. Harry skipped through most of the letter, and saw his grades.
Astronomy...A
Care of Magical Creatures...A
Charms...E
Defense Against the Dark Arts...O
Divination...D
History of Magic...A
Transfiguration...E
Potions...E
Harry did adouble take at his last grade. An E, for Potions? Potions! His worst class after Divination! The O for DADA he could understand. The D for Divination as well. He was shocked that he even got a grade for Astronomy as no one in his class finished the test.
But an E? For Potions?
"Oh my," Harry said. He curled up into his bed, the rest ofhis letter still unread and thought of how he could've possibly gotten an E in Potions. After all, he had always been failing in that class. Always D's and P's. Never anything above an A, and only if he was really lucky.
And then he started snoring after a few hours.
So, for the first time Harry wished his aunt would come home as soon as possible.
An hour later, Aunt Petunia came in with a runny nose and a bad cough.
"Petunia," said Uncle Vernon. "You alright?"
"It's alright, dear," she said between coughs. "It's just a cold. I'll be fine."
Dudley moved over, trying to see the TV.
"I still think you should go lie down," said Vernon, and then to Harry he barked, "You boy, make Petunia a bowl of chicken soup!"
As Petunia went to sit on the couch, Harry protested, "But we have no chicken! How will I make the soup?"
"Go and magic yourself a chicken," Uncle Vernon replied a little louder.
Dudley turned up the volume of the TV, trying hear.
"But then," Harry shouted over the TV, "I'll be expelled if I use magic!"
Uncle Vernon roared over Harry, "That's a risk you'll have to take!" He had been making unreasonable demands to Harry all summer. Uncle Vernon did not like the idea of having the most deadly murderer of all time after his nephew, no matter how much he hated him. It would put his family in danger.
If it wasn't for the TV's volume up so high, you could practically hear the angry silence as Harry and his uncle glared at each other.
Then a small voice could be heard. It was Aunt Petunia. "It's okay. I don't need the chicken soup right now."
Uncle Vernon cursed under his breath and continued to order Harry to at least make lunch.
But Harry couldn't help wonder if it really was the common cold that Aunt Petunia was infected with, however similar the symptoms were. Something just didn't feel right aout it, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself it was normal.
Maybe I'm just paranoid, he thought. After all, he had seen too much death for his age, and didn't want anyone else to die, except maybe Bellatrix Lestrange. And even then, that was only a fantasy.
Harry jerked out of his thoughts when a loud tapping resounded from his bedroom window. It was Hedwig, and she was trying to give Harry Lupin's letter. If only the window was open!
"Alright already," Harry mumbled as he pushed open the window.
Hedwig hopped in, holding out her left leg, on which the letter was tied to. Harry removed it, and she nibbled his finger in an affectionate way.
"Thanks," Harry said. "you're getting plenty of exercise this year, aren't you? Remember about four years ago, when you were padlocked in your cage?"
Hedwig hooted in reminiscence of that horrible year. Harry unrolled the parchment as Hedwig returned to her cage to rest.
Dear Harry,
It doesn't matter how boring your life is. It's
still one of the most exciting lives to live in history.
I still fail to see how you think you have a boring life.
You should've gotten your booklist by now, I
expect. Dumbledore has actually managed to find a
teacher this year, and this early, too.
Harry remembered last year's teacher, Delores Umbridge, whom the Ministry of Magic appointed all too well. It was a very good thing Dumbledore found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
But let's skip the boring stuff. Bill Weasley found
two Muggles in Egypt with unusual potential in magic.
Why they weren't excepted into Thoth's Magical
Academy is beyond me.
Dumbledore's decided to accept them into Hogwarts
incase Voldemort somehow finds them and decides to
use them. They should be arriving next week.
We decided to go shopping in Diagon Alley when they
arrive to get it all over with at once. How's that sound?
Hope the Dursley's aren't treating you too badly.
Remus Lupin
New students from Egypt, eh? Sounds interesting. Harry thought.
Harry decided to give Hedwig a break, but started to write a letter back anyway.
"I suppose you don't think I want you to be happy," he said.
"I'm used to it," Harry mumbled under his breath.
"What was that?" Uncle Vernon spat, without actually wanting to hear an answer. "But anyway, I don't want any... w-wizards," Uncle Vernon shuddered, "in this house, or near it."
"I'm here," said Harry.
"Doesn't mean I want you here."
"So what's stopping other wizards to come in?"
They glared at each other.
Dudley, who had been watching, went back to his room, probably to blow up an alien. Watching his father bully Harry had always been his favorite form of entertainment, but Harry was now not only fighting back, there was no fear in him anymore. Seeing Harry afraid helped him feel better about his own fears.
"Fine, I'll let them come pick you up to go shopping. Your lot. I'll never understand them."
Uncle Vernon grunted and went back into his chair, muttering incoherantly about something.
Harry sighed. He trudged up the staircase, and finished up his letter telling Remus that he and any other members of the Order who would like to pick him up to Diagon Alley may do so.
TBC
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