Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and The King of Thieves ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
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By: SoarMore_FlyHigher 
The beginning of the year. What is this strange dream?
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.16.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 885 | Visits: 686 | Status: Work In Progress
The beginning of the year. What is this strange dream?
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.16.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 885 | Visits: 686 | Status: Work In Progress
I can feel its pain...
Its tore through the forest, tattered and bloody, fleeing from someone, or something. He looked terrified, scared for his life, yet not a single tear appeared in his beautiful ember eyes.
Sparks erupted from all directions and the echoes of different spells and incantations filled the cold and still forest air. The spells hit him, one after another, but he didnt fall nor quiver or even cry out in pain- they seemed to repel right off him.
So sad and hateful. It's intoxicating...
His silver hair glistened in the monlight that peeped throught the clustered canopy as a pair of fuzzy fox like ears lay flat against his skull, protecting themselves from attack. A barrage of spells hit him at once this time knocking him to the ground in a cry or agony.
Who is he?
***
Harry Potter shot straight out of bed with a cry, panting like a dog, gasping for air. Cold sweat ran down his cheeks and covered his forehead like an extra layer of slimy skin. He reached out towards the night stand and clumsily rummaged for his glasses.
Putting on his glasses, he sat in the silence,listening to his uncle's thunderous snores for several minutes. He took deep breaths, trying to recall every detail of his dream, sifting through his mixed up and unorganized mind. Thoughts and questions buzzed through his head, a head ache soon took root in all the commotion.
'Who was that? Strange ears and a tail? And how was he repelling all those spells with out a wand, or better yet, without looking back?' Harry shook his head in frustration. He kept telling himslef it was only a dream, but there was still plaenty of room for reasonable doubt. He had many experiences where his dreams infact were visions that he and Voldemort shared.
Hedwig tilted her head towards Harry in concern and gave a deep hoot. Harry scuffled towards the white owl and stroked her back, smiling at her.
" I think I should owl Ron and Sirius, shouldn't I? Are you up to the job," he asked her and in response she stretched out her wings in agreement. He sat down at his small desk under the window sill and pulled out some parchment and a pen. He taped the tip on the paper, pondering about what he should write.
Dear Sirius,
Just checking up on you guys. I had this strange dream that I think you would like to know. I dont feel like writing down all the details since its two in the morning now. I think its something big though, sort of scary too. Hope you are well and say hello to the others for me.
Harry
Harry reread the letter, checking for mistakes. He wrote a second letter, this time to Ron, and labeled them, one to Ron and the other to Sirius. Harry folded the papers and turned to his owl.
"Hedwig, send this letter to Sirius," he commanded, tying one letter to her leg, "and this one to Ron." he tied the second one as well. The bird hooted cheerfully, holding her head up high like this was some important mission. Harry led her to the window and opened it letting the cold air engulf the small room. Parchment on the floor ruffled and scattered across the room. Expanding her wings, Hedwig took off into the sky slowly getting smaller and smaller by the minute.
The boy crawled back into his bed, wrapping himslef in his warm blankets. He placed his glasses on the night stand once again and turned off the lights. Soon he drifted back into the world of dreamless sleep. Just before night over took him, he felt the burnning sensation of his lightening bolt scar crawl over his forehead.
***
Harry woke up a few hours later to the shrill voice of his dear Aunt Petunia. He stumbled out of bed reluctantly and changed into a pair of jeans he found next to the bed, clean or not. He went down stairs Uncle Vernon and his large cousin Dudley sat eating their breakfast in silence. His uncle was reading the local news paper as Dudley watched his morning cartoons. Harry took the seat across from Uncle Vernon and helped himsef to some buttered toast. Small eyes peered over towards Harry from over the paper, eyeing him suspiciously.
" What were you doing last night? I heard some ruckess going on, hm?" Harry looking at him, brows raised.
"Oh, I had a bad dream. Sorry if I disturbed you," he apologized before his uncle could complain.
"Really now," he said in an interested tone. Harry smirked inwardly. Since Harry's increase of nightmares and the threats from Dumbledore, his aunt and uncle have been more concerned about him, always making sure he was fine. It was quite funny actually and Harry sort of enjoyed the extra attention.
Only three more weeks left till he will rejoin his fellow wizards at Hogwarts.
Its tore through the forest, tattered and bloody, fleeing from someone, or something. He looked terrified, scared for his life, yet not a single tear appeared in his beautiful ember eyes.
Sparks erupted from all directions and the echoes of different spells and incantations filled the cold and still forest air. The spells hit him, one after another, but he didnt fall nor quiver or even cry out in pain- they seemed to repel right off him.
So sad and hateful. It's intoxicating...
His silver hair glistened in the monlight that peeped throught the clustered canopy as a pair of fuzzy fox like ears lay flat against his skull, protecting themselves from attack. A barrage of spells hit him at once this time knocking him to the ground in a cry or agony.
Who is he?
***
Harry Potter shot straight out of bed with a cry, panting like a dog, gasping for air. Cold sweat ran down his cheeks and covered his forehead like an extra layer of slimy skin. He reached out towards the night stand and clumsily rummaged for his glasses.
Putting on his glasses, he sat in the silence,listening to his uncle's thunderous snores for several minutes. He took deep breaths, trying to recall every detail of his dream, sifting through his mixed up and unorganized mind. Thoughts and questions buzzed through his head, a head ache soon took root in all the commotion.
'Who was that? Strange ears and a tail? And how was he repelling all those spells with out a wand, or better yet, without looking back?' Harry shook his head in frustration. He kept telling himslef it was only a dream, but there was still plaenty of room for reasonable doubt. He had many experiences where his dreams infact were visions that he and Voldemort shared.
Hedwig tilted her head towards Harry in concern and gave a deep hoot. Harry scuffled towards the white owl and stroked her back, smiling at her.
" I think I should owl Ron and Sirius, shouldn't I? Are you up to the job," he asked her and in response she stretched out her wings in agreement. He sat down at his small desk under the window sill and pulled out some parchment and a pen. He taped the tip on the paper, pondering about what he should write.
Dear Sirius,
Just checking up on you guys. I had this strange dream that I think you would like to know. I dont feel like writing down all the details since its two in the morning now. I think its something big though, sort of scary too. Hope you are well and say hello to the others for me.
Harry
Harry reread the letter, checking for mistakes. He wrote a second letter, this time to Ron, and labeled them, one to Ron and the other to Sirius. Harry folded the papers and turned to his owl.
"Hedwig, send this letter to Sirius," he commanded, tying one letter to her leg, "and this one to Ron." he tied the second one as well. The bird hooted cheerfully, holding her head up high like this was some important mission. Harry led her to the window and opened it letting the cold air engulf the small room. Parchment on the floor ruffled and scattered across the room. Expanding her wings, Hedwig took off into the sky slowly getting smaller and smaller by the minute.
The boy crawled back into his bed, wrapping himslef in his warm blankets. He placed his glasses on the night stand once again and turned off the lights. Soon he drifted back into the world of dreamless sleep. Just before night over took him, he felt the burnning sensation of his lightening bolt scar crawl over his forehead.
***
Harry woke up a few hours later to the shrill voice of his dear Aunt Petunia. He stumbled out of bed reluctantly and changed into a pair of jeans he found next to the bed, clean or not. He went down stairs Uncle Vernon and his large cousin Dudley sat eating their breakfast in silence. His uncle was reading the local news paper as Dudley watched his morning cartoons. Harry took the seat across from Uncle Vernon and helped himsef to some buttered toast. Small eyes peered over towards Harry from over the paper, eyeing him suspiciously.
" What were you doing last night? I heard some ruckess going on, hm?" Harry looking at him, brows raised.
"Oh, I had a bad dream. Sorry if I disturbed you," he apologized before his uncle could complain.
"Really now," he said in an interested tone. Harry smirked inwardly. Since Harry's increase of nightmares and the threats from Dumbledore, his aunt and uncle have been more concerned about him, always making sure he was fine. It was quite funny actually and Harry sort of enjoyed the extra attention.
Only three more weeks left till he will rejoin his fellow wizards at Hogwarts.