He
opened his eyes to find Dumbledore was just levitating Harry’s unconscious form
off of the floor. The elderly wizard watched Yami get to his feet, concern
obvious on his features as the Pharaoh staggered and half fell, catching himself
on the way down.
“Pharaoh?”
Dumbledore asked, watching through half-moon glasses as Yami righted himself
with a soft, pained hiss. “Are you and your other self alright?”
“We
will be.” Yami waved off the concern, even as he winced as the injuries he had
taken on in spirit form pulling on his mortal frame. “But if I ever see
Voldemort again, I’m going to rip him into tiny pieces, slowly.”
Dumbledore
frowned for a moment as he watched Yami carefully pick Yugi up despite his exhaustion.
Realisation struck as he took in the tenderness and concern in the Pharaoh’s
body language, despite the anger still bubbling away underneath the surface and
the Headmaster wisely said nothing, instead reviving Kari and calling Fawkes to
his side.
“Grab
a tail feather,” The headmaster told Kari and Yami, both of whom did so without
a moment’s hesitation. The Phoenix burst into flame, causing both teens to
flinch, only to find that the flames rushing around them didn’t burn.
Almost
as fast as they were surrounded the flames died away, revealing them to be in
the school’s hospital wing. The moment they arrived Madam Pomfrey started
fussing at them. She got Yami to put Yugi on one of the beds then ushered him
and Kari to beds of their own as Professor Dumbledore levitated Harry to yet
another.
“Yami?”
Kari asked, watching as Madam Pomfrey started checking Harry over, concern
obvious as she took in the beds filled with their friends, “What happened?”
“I
find myself asking the same question, Miss Ironhide.” Dumbledore spoke up, his
tone grim as he looked at the Pharaoh.
Yami
shared the tale, from the moment they tried getting the help of the teachers to
the moment Voldemort fled from the battle, anger obvious in his tone the whole
way through. When his tale ended, Dumbledore’s expression was dark and
thoughtful.
“And
you’re sure that there’s no traces of Voldemort’s magic remaining within either
Yugi or Harry?” He asked.
Yami’s
eyes widened and his gaze shot to Harry, having not thought to check the eleven
year old boy in his concern for his light. He swiftly got off the bed,
stabilising himself when pain shot up his side as his feet touched the ground,
by putting his hand on the bedside table.
“Careful.”
Kari worried at him as he darted over to Harry’s side and concentrated, trying
to sense if Harry had any of the same darkness within him that had been
draining Yugi. He could feel something similar, something that didn’t quite
belong, but it wasn’t the same and when he tried to draw it out as he had for
Yugi, it refused to come and Yami stopped trying when Harry let out a pained
moan.
“There’s
something there.” Yami told the headmaster, “But if I try and get rid of it, I
could hurt Harry.”
“I
will help Harry sort it out when he awakens and understands what’s going on.” Dumbledore
nodded his understanding, “You should rest, you don’t look well.”
“I’m
fine.” Yami tried to wave it off as he staggered back across the room and
slumped onto the bed, glad the injuries he had taken on weren’t physical. He
wasn’t even sure he could take on Yugi’s physical wounds, but if they had been
there was no way he could have been up and about. As it was he wanted to sleep
himself out and not move until he felt more like he wasn’t torn apart and Yugi
was awake and well again.
“I’ll
leave you to rest.” The headmaster informed the pair, standing up and glancing
between the students in the beds. “If you think of anything else, please get
Madam Pomfrey to share it with me.” He paused by Harry’s bed and picked up the
philosopher’s stone that Madam Pomfrey had taken out of Harry’s trouser
pockets.
“What
are you going to do with that?” Yami couldn’t help but ask, watching as the
elderly wizard examined the blood red stone carefully.
“I
think, Mr Mutou, that it would be safest if I dealt with it. Permanently.” Dumbledore
explained, pocketing the incredibly powerful gemstone, “But I will need to
speak to its creator first. I will need to give him some warning after all.”
That
sounded logical to the Pharaoh, who nodded. The philosopher’s stone was
dangerous in the wrong hands and Voldemort was likely to be back again if he
still believed the stone was still within the school walls. Keeping it on the
grounds would be dangerous for any student within the school and no matter where
it went it would be in danger. Destroying it really was the best option.
On
seeing that Dumbledore nodded back to him and exited the room, leaving the only
two teens awake at the tender mercies of the school’s nurse.
No comments:
Post a Comment