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.
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