Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Leave My Heart Out Of It! ❯ This Sucks! ( Chapter 1 )

Leave My Heart Out Of It

Prologue

"Totally irresponsible, allowing that owl of yours free roam of the neighborhood at night. Some of the neighbors have noticed it coming to our house and have been questioning us. What do you have to say for yourself, you ungrateful snot?" Vernon Dursley stood before his fifteen-year-old, raven tressed nephew.

Harry Potter sighed in an annoyed manner. "Uh…let's see, I don't care? The neighbors are your problem. Not mine. Don't get me mixed in with your Muggle affairs."

Aunt Petunia looked petrified that he would even say such a thing.

"Boy…I'm warning you…"

"About what? I'll get…kicked out of the house? Good riddance. Never able to come back? Perfect, I'll go live with my godfather. Be severed of every tie with you? Even better. The less of you I have in my life, the better!"

Now, Uncle Vernon's face resembled that of currant ice cream. Aunt Petunia looked like she had just swallowed a large quantity of Stinksap.

"OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Uncle Vernon roared.

Harry shrugged indifferently, and walked out the door without a glance at the three muggles.

For the next three hours, the Boy Who Lived just walked up and down the lane. From Privet Drive to Magnolia Crescent and back and forth. He stopped at a park and sat on a swing for a while.

After about half an hour of swinging, the teen pulled himself off the too-low seat and brushed off the backside of his preppy, khaki pants. These, like almost all of his clothes, were hand-me-downs from Dudley.

Harry lazily made his way back to Number Four Privet Drive, looking up at the twilight-lit sky.

The whole background behind him was beautiful. Purples, pinks, oranges, yellows and reds all mixed in beautiful medleys of color and surrounded the setting sun as it sank behind the horizon.

The boy sighed. This summer was going to hopefully pass by without him having to be kidnapped or something or sent to another country. That would suck.

Harry looked up and gasped. Something was floating above Number Four Privet Drive.

Harry's pace quickly hastened until he was in a flat-out run and skidded to a stop in front of the box-house.

A large, glowing black skull floated above the house, a snake slithering in and out of it's open mouth and empty eyes.

The Dark Mark.

A cold feeling gripped the emerald-eyed boy's whole insides, mostly his heart, with fear.

Very slowly, almost apprehensively, Harry took baby steps towards the front door.

His hand reached out to grip the handle to the door, and it fell into the house with a loud crash.

As quietly as he could, Harry stepped into the house, treading over the door.

"Uncle Vernon?"

The whole of the inside of the house was coated in black.

A tentative hand reached out and brushed against the wall, the dark stuff fell onto his hand, coating it in almost-black green.

"Green? Wait…the Dark Mark…then…that means…" Harry's eyes widened and he ran into the living room only to stop short.

"No…no…no….no…NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Harry fell to his knees, face buried in his hands, trying to block out the image that was burned forever into his eyes.

Vernon, the man who had made his life basically hell, was lying on the floor of the charred living room, barely visible neck twisted in a very uncomfortable fashion, a blank look in his eyes swept through Harry's heart.

Petunia, dear sister of his mother and the only one who even slightly understood the wizard world, lying blood-covered in the large glass case she had only just gotten finished putting up earlier that day.

Dudley…well, he was wasted away to skin and bones.

All held that same far-away, blinkless stare that tore at Harry's heart.

I didn't want them to die. I wanted to leave, but I didn't want them to die…why? Why does this always happen to me? Why did it have to happen to them?

A loud slam awakened the saddened wizard from his thoughts.

A large feather duster lay on the ground, but it was breathing.

"Errol? What are you doing here, you dozy birrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd!!!!!" Harry's voice carried as he was slammed into by a large red bird.

"F-Fawkes….get off."

The large phoenix stepped off the boy, and held out his leg, where a piece of parchment was attached to the scaly skin.

It was from Dumbledore.

Harry unfurled it, and Fawkes left.

'Dear Harry,

I'm sure you are wondering what has happened to your relatives of Number Four Privet Drive. Well, it appears that Voldemort came to your neighborhood and attacked your house, hoping to kill you in the process. But, he didn't…I hope.

Harry, it is no longer safe in London. We have to relocate you.'

I wonder if it's Grimmauld Place.

'No, Harry, you won't be going to Grimmauld Place. It's still too dangerous. In any part of England Voldemort could find you.'

Then where, damn it!?

'You will be relocated to Japan.'

Japan?! BLOODY JAPAN!!!!!!!!!?????? I CAN"T SPEAK A WORD OF JAPANESE!!!!!!!!!

'We've already thought about your speech problem, and we have sent you to a house where they do speak English and Japanese. Maybe you could learn how to speak Japanese while you're there.'

It's official, Dumbledore's gone off his rocker.

'And no, Harry, I haven't gone 'off my rocker.' The house you will be staying in over the summer is the house of a friend of mine. He is part of the Fenikkusu no za Kiritsu. Order of the Phoenix in Japan.'

Jeeze, is this dude a mind-reader or what?

'No, I'm not a mind-reader. My friend's name is Aubrey Yami. He will be able to defend you if you come under attack. You will be under his care. You are to follow his orders. If you cause trouble, I will find out about it. Oh, and…this letter is a portkey, so…you will be transported to the Yami residence in 3…2…1…have fun!'

A second later, Harry felt the familiar jerk at his navel and was swept into a swirl of familiar colors and shades.

Only one thought echoed through his head. This sucks!