Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and The King of Thieves ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
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By: SoarMore_FlyHigher 
Some old friends come to pick up Harry. What? They used the door this time?
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.16.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 624 | Status: Work In Progress
Some old friends come to pick up Harry. What? They used the door this time?
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.16.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 624 | Status: Work In Progress
Three days went by, which seemed like years to Harry. He yearned for his friends and for the school he loved so much. The faces of his class mates raced through is head, making the summer days drag on even more. Keeping busy with his summer work and walks to the park Harry tried everything to pass the time away. He even went to the movie theater several times. Soon though, he found himself less and less inside than usual. Was it because he felt that he should take advantage of all the good things before some doom fell upon him? He felt that way after he had that strange dream. If it was real, Harry knew he would be facing what ever it is.
The day wen by uneventful and dull. The stagnant atmosphere of the house was almost unbearable, so Harry took refuge in his room, fiddling around with his sneakoscope and munching on some cauldron cakes. The orange pink glow of the sun filled the room and dim stars sparkled in the darkened sky. Harry stared out the window, disappointed and morose for Hedwig still hasn't returned from a few days ago.
Harry sat up on his bed and looked at the window thinking of a spell he could use to make his owl appear. The gods must have been reading his thoughts for soon after a small dot appeared on the horizon getting bigger and bigger. Harry opened the window wide, greeting the snowy white owl. She swooped between the houses and soared throught the window landing on Harry's bed with a small thud. She gave a tired hoot, holding out her leg. Attatched to her were two letters. Harry's heart lept out of his chest and he snatched the letters from Hedwig's grasp happily.
"Thanks Hedwig. I hope you had a nice flight. Took you long enough!" Harry laughed as Hedwig titled her head up high and fluttered to her cage, read for a good nights sleep.
Dear Harry
Good to hear from you, mum was getting worried that we might have to scare your aunt and uncle out of their wits to get you! Anyway, I hope you sent a letter to Dumbledore or Sirius. We'll be picking you up soon- well dad is- so you have to tell us any chance you get.
Best wishes
Ron
Harry grinned at his friends concern. He had a feeling Hermione made him write about sending a letter to Dumbledore. Harry then turned his attention to the last letter.
Harry
Good of you to tell us. Remus and Moody are going to pick you up this Monday evening so get ready. I wouldn't say this is critical, but it still is important. I hope you had a good summer. See you soon.
Sirius
He stared at the letter in amazement. No stay homes, no wise words of wisedom. In some ways he was glad no one was nagging him about being safe and taking precautions, but in other ways he missed it. He missed it because now he is an adult and has more responsibilities.
Adulthood always seemed so far away, but now, at sixteen years old, he was changing. His face was not round and child like anymore and his hair was tamed. He was no longer scrawney, but pretty well built; maybe because of all the quidditch he played.
Harry walked over to his wardrobe closet and peered onto the calander. The letter said Monday they would pick him up.
"Typical," he mumbled in annoyence. Today was monday and it was already five in the evening. He eagerly packed up his clothing and books, letters and quills. As he placed Hedwig in her cage, Harry got a mental image of Lupin and Moody ringing the doorbell, wearing their shabby and old cloaks, asking for him. The thought made him laugh to himself. They wouldn't really do that... Would they?
Just then, ironically the doorbell rangout throught the house. From down stairs the voice of Uncle Vernon could be heard, cursing whoever would be out this late, during dinner time.
"Blasted sale clerks! It's five o' clock, dinner time!" Vernon opened the door sourly, hiding his inhospitality behind and smile. His smile turned to a frown as he got a good glimpse of the guests. There was tow, both in dirty old clothing. The smaller one smiled cheerfully.
"Hello, Mister Dursley, I'm Remus and this is My good friend Alastor. We have come to collect Harry." Harry shook his head in amusement and ran down stairs. He grinned up at the elder wizards in relief that he would be going to see his friends and in astonishment for they actually used the normal way to get him; not sneaking him out at midnight or using floo powder or anyother magical sort.
"Hello Potter," Moody greeted gruffly, his magical eye rooled frantically in his eye socket. This must had disturbed his uncle deeply because he couldn't stop staring at it. Aunt Petunia strolled up to the fron door.
"What is it Vernon? Whats the..." She trailed off once she took a glimpse at Lupin and Moody. Her lower lip twitched and a scold crossed her features.
"May we help you," she asked. Moody stepped foward into the house causing Petunia to yelp in surprise. He smiled at Harry and ruffled his hair playfully.
"Have a nice summer Harry?" Lupin chuckled and let himslef in, much to the Dursley's dismay. Lupin jestured Harry and Moody up stairs. The three marched up the carpetted stairs and into Harry's room.
"Harry," Lupin started, closing the door and locking it tightly, "I think now is a good thing to tell us about this dream." Harry took a deep breath digging deep into his mind trying to remember it.
"Well, it took place in a forest," Harry began quietly as the two elders leaned in closely. "And there was this man. Or some creature. It had dog like ears and a tail. He was all hurt and bloody like he was attacked." Moody made a thinking sound.
"A man with ears and a tail... Anything else about him" A picture of this dream character formed in his mind. His long silver locks and peircing gold eyes. They were oddly cold and emotionless, except for the hints of terror, pain, sadness... And anger.
"He had long silver hair and gold eyes. Thats all I can remember. It was weird though. It was like I could sense his emotions. I remember being over come by fear and sadness. Oh, and spells were being shot at him as well, but they seemed to boince right off of him. I recognized one of the spells as the Avada Kedavra spell, and it bounced off him as well." Lupin looked puzzled at Harry and raised his eye brows.
"Repe even the Avada Kedavra curse? No spell or magical item can repel that, except for dragon hide. And I doubt anyone would go around covered from head to toe in dragon skin." Moody nodded. He took out his silver flask from his belt and took a quick sip of what ever was in it; probably pumpkin juice.
"Sounds like dark magic to me," Moody mumbled shifting his gaze towards the window. There was silence for some time before Lupin got up out of his chair and smiled down at Harry.
"Well, shall we be going? The order will try our best to figure this out." Harry stared down at the ground. "But what if this dream, is only a dream? What if it's nothing at all?" Moody chuckled heartily, patting the boy on the back.
" I remember Dumbledore telling me you said that before about one of your dreams and it wound up being true. Better safe then sorry, right?" Harry felt an ominous cloud of doubt surround him. Usually when Moody or anyone checked into these kind of things, they wound up dead or in trouble; previous encounters and incidents at school flashed through his mind. All he knew, was that this year isn't going to be normal, but since when has Harry ever have a normal year at school?
The day wen by uneventful and dull. The stagnant atmosphere of the house was almost unbearable, so Harry took refuge in his room, fiddling around with his sneakoscope and munching on some cauldron cakes. The orange pink glow of the sun filled the room and dim stars sparkled in the darkened sky. Harry stared out the window, disappointed and morose for Hedwig still hasn't returned from a few days ago.
Harry sat up on his bed and looked at the window thinking of a spell he could use to make his owl appear. The gods must have been reading his thoughts for soon after a small dot appeared on the horizon getting bigger and bigger. Harry opened the window wide, greeting the snowy white owl. She swooped between the houses and soared throught the window landing on Harry's bed with a small thud. She gave a tired hoot, holding out her leg. Attatched to her were two letters. Harry's heart lept out of his chest and he snatched the letters from Hedwig's grasp happily.
"Thanks Hedwig. I hope you had a nice flight. Took you long enough!" Harry laughed as Hedwig titled her head up high and fluttered to her cage, read for a good nights sleep.
Dear Harry
Good to hear from you, mum was getting worried that we might have to scare your aunt and uncle out of their wits to get you! Anyway, I hope you sent a letter to Dumbledore or Sirius. We'll be picking you up soon- well dad is- so you have to tell us any chance you get.
Best wishes
Ron
Harry grinned at his friends concern. He had a feeling Hermione made him write about sending a letter to Dumbledore. Harry then turned his attention to the last letter.
Harry
Good of you to tell us. Remus and Moody are going to pick you up this Monday evening so get ready. I wouldn't say this is critical, but it still is important. I hope you had a good summer. See you soon.
Sirius
He stared at the letter in amazement. No stay homes, no wise words of wisedom. In some ways he was glad no one was nagging him about being safe and taking precautions, but in other ways he missed it. He missed it because now he is an adult and has more responsibilities.
Adulthood always seemed so far away, but now, at sixteen years old, he was changing. His face was not round and child like anymore and his hair was tamed. He was no longer scrawney, but pretty well built; maybe because of all the quidditch he played.
Harry walked over to his wardrobe closet and peered onto the calander. The letter said Monday they would pick him up.
"Typical," he mumbled in annoyence. Today was monday and it was already five in the evening. He eagerly packed up his clothing and books, letters and quills. As he placed Hedwig in her cage, Harry got a mental image of Lupin and Moody ringing the doorbell, wearing their shabby and old cloaks, asking for him. The thought made him laugh to himself. They wouldn't really do that... Would they?
Just then, ironically the doorbell rangout throught the house. From down stairs the voice of Uncle Vernon could be heard, cursing whoever would be out this late, during dinner time.
"Blasted sale clerks! It's five o' clock, dinner time!" Vernon opened the door sourly, hiding his inhospitality behind and smile. His smile turned to a frown as he got a good glimpse of the guests. There was tow, both in dirty old clothing. The smaller one smiled cheerfully.
"Hello, Mister Dursley, I'm Remus and this is My good friend Alastor. We have come to collect Harry." Harry shook his head in amusement and ran down stairs. He grinned up at the elder wizards in relief that he would be going to see his friends and in astonishment for they actually used the normal way to get him; not sneaking him out at midnight or using floo powder or anyother magical sort.
"Hello Potter," Moody greeted gruffly, his magical eye rooled frantically in his eye socket. This must had disturbed his uncle deeply because he couldn't stop staring at it. Aunt Petunia strolled up to the fron door.
"What is it Vernon? Whats the..." She trailed off once she took a glimpse at Lupin and Moody. Her lower lip twitched and a scold crossed her features.
"May we help you," she asked. Moody stepped foward into the house causing Petunia to yelp in surprise. He smiled at Harry and ruffled his hair playfully.
"Have a nice summer Harry?" Lupin chuckled and let himslef in, much to the Dursley's dismay. Lupin jestured Harry and Moody up stairs. The three marched up the carpetted stairs and into Harry's room.
"Harry," Lupin started, closing the door and locking it tightly, "I think now is a good thing to tell us about this dream." Harry took a deep breath digging deep into his mind trying to remember it.
"Well, it took place in a forest," Harry began quietly as the two elders leaned in closely. "And there was this man. Or some creature. It had dog like ears and a tail. He was all hurt and bloody like he was attacked." Moody made a thinking sound.
"A man with ears and a tail... Anything else about him" A picture of this dream character formed in his mind. His long silver locks and peircing gold eyes. They were oddly cold and emotionless, except for the hints of terror, pain, sadness... And anger.
"He had long silver hair and gold eyes. Thats all I can remember. It was weird though. It was like I could sense his emotions. I remember being over come by fear and sadness. Oh, and spells were being shot at him as well, but they seemed to boince right off of him. I recognized one of the spells as the Avada Kedavra spell, and it bounced off him as well." Lupin looked puzzled at Harry and raised his eye brows.
"Repe even the Avada Kedavra curse? No spell or magical item can repel that, except for dragon hide. And I doubt anyone would go around covered from head to toe in dragon skin." Moody nodded. He took out his silver flask from his belt and took a quick sip of what ever was in it; probably pumpkin juice.
"Sounds like dark magic to me," Moody mumbled shifting his gaze towards the window. There was silence for some time before Lupin got up out of his chair and smiled down at Harry.
"Well, shall we be going? The order will try our best to figure this out." Harry stared down at the ground. "But what if this dream, is only a dream? What if it's nothing at all?" Moody chuckled heartily, patting the boy on the back.
" I remember Dumbledore telling me you said that before about one of your dreams and it wound up being true. Better safe then sorry, right?" Harry felt an ominous cloud of doubt surround him. Usually when Moody or anyone checked into these kind of things, they wound up dead or in trouble; previous encounters and incidents at school flashed through his mind. All he knew, was that this year isn't going to be normal, but since when has Harry ever have a normal year at school?