Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and The King of Thieves ❯ Chapt Four ( Chapter 4 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
A moan escaped his lips and his limbs protested and cried out for rest. The sun light glistened behind the forest canopy and the morning air filled up his dry and parched mouth. Pain shot through his chest which indicated a few broken ribs. Fuzzy ears twitched uncontrollably listening to any noise; any crack or rustle.
Youko Kurama slowly sat up gasping in pain. The pain from his wounds rippled through his tired body causing him to fall back to the ground in exhaustion. A whimper escaped his lips but a growl of frustration rumbled in his throat. Weakness wasn't his thing you see and being vulnerable in the middle of nowhere didn't make this certain silver fox happy.
He got on his hands and knees, letting his muscles get used to his weight before strolling through some unfamiliar forest. With some difficulty, he finally got to his feet, shaking like a cold wet dog. Kurama regained his composure and scanned his surroundings.
The forest was quite peaceful; friendly chirps and whistles from birds and soothing rustles from the trees. It was morning or so and the dew from early dawn still resided on the shiny blades of grass that stood in random patches along the forest floor. Though this stagnant forest background was calm, an eerie feeling crept over the fox making the fur stand on ends.
Youko staggered a few feet brfore his legs gave in from under him. He stumbled to get up, but whatever engergy he had left wasn't enough to get him out of this forest. Gasping for air, the silver fox crawled as far as he could, but the pain was too much.
"Damn those wizards," he growled angrily. HIs deep growl turned into a low whmper as he layed down on the earth in pain. Eyes glazed over and shaking like a leaf, Kurama obviously wasn't too much in pain for he suddenly gasped and looked bewildered at his hair. His eyes widened as bloodred highlights streaked his shimmering hair, turning deeper each second.
'I lost too much energy.' You struggled to keep his control over their body. The thought of having his weaker human form in the open, and with theses wounds... Youko's thoughts fogged over as he slowly lost conciousness, pushed into the dark corner of their mind.
'I'm too weak...' His eyes turned green and his fox like features vanished. And where once a silver haired demon lay, a human boy slept in a deep and dreamless sleep.
- - -
"A spirit fox?" Arthur Weasley repeated questionably. Lupin and Moody nodded and turned their gazes onto Dumbledore.
"What in Gods name is a spirit fox," Sirius asked rather rudely. He crossed his armsa dn put his feet up on the table in a lazy manner. Lupin gave Sirius a stern look and Sirius put his feet down apologetically. "S'rry."
"Spirit Foxes are only found in Japan, so I'm not surprised that you haven;t heard of them. A rare breed of beings actually. There are only a few left in the whole world. In ancient times, they were either hunted or kept as slaves." Dumbledore got up from his chair and glided to the foggy window and looked out at the rainy and muggy night.
"They are demon, Sirius," Dumbledore stated bluntly, "and like dragons, they have protective barriers around them to repel magic and other means of attack." Sirius looked at the aged man questionably.
"But, I thought it was the hide that repelled the spells..." Moody shook his head. "Nah, the barrier is created from the energy of the dragon, and when it dies, or the hide is taken off, there is still enough energy in it to put up it's own barrier."
Silence filled the room as the sound of rain on the rof and windows echoed between the men.
"But why," Arthur spoke quietly. "Why would Harry dream of one?" Dumbledore's gaze travelled from the window to the potted daisy on the counter.
"I dont know." The other stared at eachother before a soft knowck on the wooden door nterupteed their train of thought; Mrs. Weasley scittered in.
"Hello dears, I'm sorry to interupt, but I think it's time to start supper."
Youko Kurama slowly sat up gasping in pain. The pain from his wounds rippled through his tired body causing him to fall back to the ground in exhaustion. A whimper escaped his lips but a growl of frustration rumbled in his throat. Weakness wasn't his thing you see and being vulnerable in the middle of nowhere didn't make this certain silver fox happy.
He got on his hands and knees, letting his muscles get used to his weight before strolling through some unfamiliar forest. With some difficulty, he finally got to his feet, shaking like a cold wet dog. Kurama regained his composure and scanned his surroundings.
The forest was quite peaceful; friendly chirps and whistles from birds and soothing rustles from the trees. It was morning or so and the dew from early dawn still resided on the shiny blades of grass that stood in random patches along the forest floor. Though this stagnant forest background was calm, an eerie feeling crept over the fox making the fur stand on ends.
Youko staggered a few feet brfore his legs gave in from under him. He stumbled to get up, but whatever engergy he had left wasn't enough to get him out of this forest. Gasping for air, the silver fox crawled as far as he could, but the pain was too much.
"Damn those wizards," he growled angrily. HIs deep growl turned into a low whmper as he layed down on the earth in pain. Eyes glazed over and shaking like a leaf, Kurama obviously wasn't too much in pain for he suddenly gasped and looked bewildered at his hair. His eyes widened as bloodred highlights streaked his shimmering hair, turning deeper each second.
'I lost too much energy.' You struggled to keep his control over their body. The thought of having his weaker human form in the open, and with theses wounds... Youko's thoughts fogged over as he slowly lost conciousness, pushed into the dark corner of their mind.
'I'm too weak...' His eyes turned green and his fox like features vanished. And where once a silver haired demon lay, a human boy slept in a deep and dreamless sleep.
- - -
"A spirit fox?" Arthur Weasley repeated questionably. Lupin and Moody nodded and turned their gazes onto Dumbledore.
"What in Gods name is a spirit fox," Sirius asked rather rudely. He crossed his armsa dn put his feet up on the table in a lazy manner. Lupin gave Sirius a stern look and Sirius put his feet down apologetically. "S'rry."
"Spirit Foxes are only found in Japan, so I'm not surprised that you haven;t heard of them. A rare breed of beings actually. There are only a few left in the whole world. In ancient times, they were either hunted or kept as slaves." Dumbledore got up from his chair and glided to the foggy window and looked out at the rainy and muggy night.
"They are demon, Sirius," Dumbledore stated bluntly, "and like dragons, they have protective barriers around them to repel magic and other means of attack." Sirius looked at the aged man questionably.
"But, I thought it was the hide that repelled the spells..." Moody shook his head. "Nah, the barrier is created from the energy of the dragon, and when it dies, or the hide is taken off, there is still enough energy in it to put up it's own barrier."
Silence filled the room as the sound of rain on the rof and windows echoed between the men.
"But why," Arthur spoke quietly. "Why would Harry dream of one?" Dumbledore's gaze travelled from the window to the potted daisy on the counter.
"I dont know." The other stared at eachother before a soft knowck on the wooden door nterupteed their train of thought; Mrs. Weasley scittered in.
"Hello dears, I'm sorry to interupt, but I think it's time to start supper."