Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and The King of Thieves ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )
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By: SoarMore_FlyHigher 
School is near and they are all ready to go back to Hogwarts!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.16.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 517 | Status: Work In Progress
School is near and they are all ready to go back to Hogwarts!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.16.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 517 | Status: Work In Progress
The wind blew the tops of the green trees from side to side as the warm summer air carried the smell of the flowers and city. People in shorts and tank tops strolled down the sidewalks, laughing, sweating, complaining at their misfortune to be weak.
A pair of ruby red eyes glared out over the overly populated city, gagging at the smell of sweat and human mixed with that awful smell of car exhaustion. 'This would make the most horrible demon wish to die,' thought the dark apparition. He hoped down from the cable lines, from tree to tree. Yusuke has been searching for him, but Hiei didn't care. He was on a search as well. Kurama has been missing since the wizards attacked. What was worse, that damn wolf was with them. Hiei hoped Kurama was no where in the human world, though, the thought of Kurama ripping up the humans seemed entertaining, he was well aware it would definitely destroy the fox.
Not that he cared, but Kurama was the only thing close enough to Hiei that made him comfortable. He always saw Kurama as a friend, nothing more nothing less. (N/A: What? can't I be unique and make a fan fiction where Hiei and Kurama are not together?)
But would the fox become one of them? He does have demon blood. Hiei sighed deeply and looked around the vacant park calmly. Not wanting to admit it, Koenma might know what would happen if a demon was put under the curse of the moon. Being at the mercy of such an unreachable figure must be pitiful... And saddening. Such a fate would destroy the wild fox that resided in the half humans own body. Hiei had to find his friend and he had to know if he was alright.
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About half way cross the world Harry Potter, the boy who survived the dreaded Lord Voldemort not just once, but five times. The boy who witnessed the dark lord arise from the dead and escaped with nothing more than bruises, scrapes and the occasional broke bone.
"Harry… Ron, better get some sleep dears. We're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, bright and early," came Mrs. Weasley's cheerful and comely voice. The two boys trudged up the dark stairs to their room on the top floor. Bellies full of food and eye lids heavy with sleep they made it up to the room only tripping a few times.
“Good night Harry.” Harry turned to see Ginny running up to him and giving him a small peck on the cheek. That same cheek turned a deep red when he felt her body against his. Ron rolled his eyes and left the two for the comfort of his bed. Harry hugged Ginny tightly and whispered a soft good night in her ear.
“G’ night Ginny.” They departed unwilling fully and went to their separate rooms. Ron was already asleep when Harry closed the door behind him.
Ron had been a good sport when he found out his best friend and is younger sister were going out. The fact that he could openly hug and hold her in front of both Ron and his parents showed that they trusted him more than he thought. Mr. Weasley had not even given him a lecture or anything. Woops, speaking of lectures…
‘I wonder where Hermione is. I haven’t seen her since he got back. She gave me a hug and a hello and off she went.’ She was probably reading all her text books, rewriting her essays or adding a few hundred pages to them, who knows. It was like Hermione to disappear for hours, reading about a dozen or two books in some small and isolated room.
With a comforting thought and in warm pajamas, Harry fell asleep as quickly as his head hit the pillow.
For what felt like a minutes, Harry and Ron were awoke by Hermione and Ginny who were already fully clothed and with bright smiles on. Both boys groaned and struggled to get away from the rising sun light that slowly filled the room.
“Get up,” Hermione, who grabbed a hold of Ron’s feet and yanked him out of his bed, begged. Ron yelped in surprise and found himself on the ground, the cold wet, unfeeling ground.
“But I dun wanna,” he whined childishly as he stumbled to his feet and yawned widely. Ginny rolled Harry out of bed as well. Both teens laid motionless on the floor for a few minutes before Hermione growled in frustration.
“If you two don’t get up now, I’ll your mother up here, Ron. And she is not in a good mood this morning.” Harry rolled on his belled and got up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The girls hustled out of the room so Ron and Harry could change in peace.
It only took them ten minutes to get themselves cleaned up and neat before they came into the kitchen. Their tired, dull and cranky mood paled in comparison the bright happiness that filled the room. Mrs. Weasley was humming and cooking a wonderful breakfast. Sirius was staring at his lap, obviously sleeping, and Lupin was reading the news paper smiling cheerfully. Ron and Harry sighed and they scuffled to their seats and ‘died.’ Sirius stomped in. His long heavy strides echoed through the quiet, gentle background of the kitchen.
Harry, who had fallen asleep, snapped wide awake in surprise and the sudden noise. Lupin lowered his papers and stared blankly at the gruff man in front of him.
“ Sorry about that,” he pulled up a chair and plopped down into it. The chair creaked at the sudden weight and cried out. An awkward silence filled the dark and expensive kitchen the hissing of the cooking bacon filled the air. Black scratched his head and tapped his foot to a beat that seemed only he could hear.
“Where’s Hermione?”
“She is somewhere around here. I saw her not moments ago,” his godfather answered, again scratching his head. Harry sometimes wondered if he forgot what a bath was. Lupin seemed to read his mind for he asked his good friend to take a shower.
“It would stop the itching.” Sirius grumbled and left the room. After their breakfast was devoured and they were semi awake, Mrs. Weasley hustled them all into the living room. Only Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, Ginny and himself were present in the room. It was kind of strange to Harry because he always remembered the twins along side them. Well, maybe not strange, but perhaps lonely? Yes, Harry felt lonely at the thought of the five of them, since there are so many Weasley’s. He sighed. One by one they went into the fire place and one by one they shouted the Alley’s name and one by one, they found themselves conveniently in a cozy little story.
Now, Harry never traveled to Diagon Alley, more like Knockturn Alley. Relieved that he didn’t say the wrong thing this time, they stepped into the busy and crowded streets of the famous Wizard town. Hermione walked alongside Mrs. Weasley. Now, Harry got a hello and all, but he never actually had a chance to say hello to his good friend.
Hermione glanced back at the two and waved happily. Ron nudged Harry and they sped up towards her.
After sometime at Gringotts Bank and arguing over who should hold onto the money, the four of them broke off from Ron’s mom to shop for school supplies. They got new robs (Harry grow wider in the chest and shrunk two inches) and got their books for class.
Little conversation was made as they went from store to store. Finally Harry decided to ask Hermione what she did when Harry got to number 12 Grimmauld Place.
“Well, Lupin told me to look up something. I’ll tell you on the train to Hogwarts. Both boys moaned. The day they leave was a week away. The anticipation would kill them by the time tomorrow. What did Lupin tell her to look for? Was it about his mysterious dream? Probably.
“Could you at least tell us what it is about?” Ginny asked. Harry smiled down at her and she smiled back. Why and how does everyone seem to read his mind?
“It’s a secret for now. Besides, I don’t think-”
“It’s appropriate to talk about it in public,” Ron finished. Hermione turned red and slammed her fists on her hips.
“Well, if you are so smart, maybe you can tell him what it’s about, hm?” Ron laughed uneasily and fell silent. Hermione stared at him for a moment and them smiled at Harry.
“Don’t worry about it.” Right, the one thing Harry isn’t good at besides Potions and Divination. They grabbed some ice cream at the sweet shop and met up with Mrs. Weasley soon after in front of Gringotts.
The day came to an end quickly and they scuffled into the dining room for dinner. Tired from walking all day, the four of them stayed quiet and ate slowly while the adults chatted away. The talking made Harry happy; who wouldn’t be if every dinner you sat through for the past few months were made up of laughing from your cousin and the evil death glare from your uncle and aunt?
Dinner was wonderful and desert was cheerful, but everyone was drained when the last of the dishes were cleared from the table. Harry said his good nights and he and Ron made their way up stairs to go to bed. The normal routine of brushing teeth and putting on pajamas went by slowly.
That night, Harry seemed to be too tired to sleep. He sat in his bed for hours trying to find a way to making himself fall asleep. Was he anxious about something? Maybe it was because school was starting soon. School always made him happy, even with Professor Snape and what ever new DDA teacher they have or have had.
His mind wandered and the thought of flying through the air, dodging bludgers and attempted tackles. This must have eased his mind for he soon found himself surrounded by the darkness of the dream world.
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Help… Me…
- - -
Harry shot up from bed in surprise. If the ceiling was higher he would have not been knocked unconscious at that moment.
- - -
Please…
A pair of ruby red eyes glared out over the overly populated city, gagging at the smell of sweat and human mixed with that awful smell of car exhaustion. 'This would make the most horrible demon wish to die,' thought the dark apparition. He hoped down from the cable lines, from tree to tree. Yusuke has been searching for him, but Hiei didn't care. He was on a search as well. Kurama has been missing since the wizards attacked. What was worse, that damn wolf was with them. Hiei hoped Kurama was no where in the human world, though, the thought of Kurama ripping up the humans seemed entertaining, he was well aware it would definitely destroy the fox.
Not that he cared, but Kurama was the only thing close enough to Hiei that made him comfortable. He always saw Kurama as a friend, nothing more nothing less. (N/A: What? can't I be unique and make a fan fiction where Hiei and Kurama are not together?)
But would the fox become one of them? He does have demon blood. Hiei sighed deeply and looked around the vacant park calmly. Not wanting to admit it, Koenma might know what would happen if a demon was put under the curse of the moon. Being at the mercy of such an unreachable figure must be pitiful... And saddening. Such a fate would destroy the wild fox that resided in the half humans own body. Hiei had to find his friend and he had to know if he was alright.
- - -
About half way cross the world Harry Potter, the boy who survived the dreaded Lord Voldemort not just once, but five times. The boy who witnessed the dark lord arise from the dead and escaped with nothing more than bruises, scrapes and the occasional broke bone.
"Harry… Ron, better get some sleep dears. We're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, bright and early," came Mrs. Weasley's cheerful and comely voice. The two boys trudged up the dark stairs to their room on the top floor. Bellies full of food and eye lids heavy with sleep they made it up to the room only tripping a few times.
“Good night Harry.” Harry turned to see Ginny running up to him and giving him a small peck on the cheek. That same cheek turned a deep red when he felt her body against his. Ron rolled his eyes and left the two for the comfort of his bed. Harry hugged Ginny tightly and whispered a soft good night in her ear.
“G’ night Ginny.” They departed unwilling fully and went to their separate rooms. Ron was already asleep when Harry closed the door behind him.
Ron had been a good sport when he found out his best friend and is younger sister were going out. The fact that he could openly hug and hold her in front of both Ron and his parents showed that they trusted him more than he thought. Mr. Weasley had not even given him a lecture or anything. Woops, speaking of lectures…
‘I wonder where Hermione is. I haven’t seen her since he got back. She gave me a hug and a hello and off she went.’ She was probably reading all her text books, rewriting her essays or adding a few hundred pages to them, who knows. It was like Hermione to disappear for hours, reading about a dozen or two books in some small and isolated room.
With a comforting thought and in warm pajamas, Harry fell asleep as quickly as his head hit the pillow.
For what felt like a minutes, Harry and Ron were awoke by Hermione and Ginny who were already fully clothed and with bright smiles on. Both boys groaned and struggled to get away from the rising sun light that slowly filled the room.
“Get up,” Hermione, who grabbed a hold of Ron’s feet and yanked him out of his bed, begged. Ron yelped in surprise and found himself on the ground, the cold wet, unfeeling ground.
“But I dun wanna,” he whined childishly as he stumbled to his feet and yawned widely. Ginny rolled Harry out of bed as well. Both teens laid motionless on the floor for a few minutes before Hermione growled in frustration.
“If you two don’t get up now, I’ll your mother up here, Ron. And she is not in a good mood this morning.” Harry rolled on his belled and got up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The girls hustled out of the room so Ron and Harry could change in peace.
It only took them ten minutes to get themselves cleaned up and neat before they came into the kitchen. Their tired, dull and cranky mood paled in comparison the bright happiness that filled the room. Mrs. Weasley was humming and cooking a wonderful breakfast. Sirius was staring at his lap, obviously sleeping, and Lupin was reading the news paper smiling cheerfully. Ron and Harry sighed and they scuffled to their seats and ‘died.’ Sirius stomped in. His long heavy strides echoed through the quiet, gentle background of the kitchen.
Harry, who had fallen asleep, snapped wide awake in surprise and the sudden noise. Lupin lowered his papers and stared blankly at the gruff man in front of him.
“ Sorry about that,” he pulled up a chair and plopped down into it. The chair creaked at the sudden weight and cried out. An awkward silence filled the dark and expensive kitchen the hissing of the cooking bacon filled the air. Black scratched his head and tapped his foot to a beat that seemed only he could hear.
“Where’s Hermione?”
“She is somewhere around here. I saw her not moments ago,” his godfather answered, again scratching his head. Harry sometimes wondered if he forgot what a bath was. Lupin seemed to read his mind for he asked his good friend to take a shower.
“It would stop the itching.” Sirius grumbled and left the room. After their breakfast was devoured and they were semi awake, Mrs. Weasley hustled them all into the living room. Only Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, Ginny and himself were present in the room. It was kind of strange to Harry because he always remembered the twins along side them. Well, maybe not strange, but perhaps lonely? Yes, Harry felt lonely at the thought of the five of them, since there are so many Weasley’s. He sighed. One by one they went into the fire place and one by one they shouted the Alley’s name and one by one, they found themselves conveniently in a cozy little story.
Now, Harry never traveled to Diagon Alley, more like Knockturn Alley. Relieved that he didn’t say the wrong thing this time, they stepped into the busy and crowded streets of the famous Wizard town. Hermione walked alongside Mrs. Weasley. Now, Harry got a hello and all, but he never actually had a chance to say hello to his good friend.
Hermione glanced back at the two and waved happily. Ron nudged Harry and they sped up towards her.
After sometime at Gringotts Bank and arguing over who should hold onto the money, the four of them broke off from Ron’s mom to shop for school supplies. They got new robs (Harry grow wider in the chest and shrunk two inches) and got their books for class.
Little conversation was made as they went from store to store. Finally Harry decided to ask Hermione what she did when Harry got to number 12 Grimmauld Place.
“Well, Lupin told me to look up something. I’ll tell you on the train to Hogwarts. Both boys moaned. The day they leave was a week away. The anticipation would kill them by the time tomorrow. What did Lupin tell her to look for? Was it about his mysterious dream? Probably.
“Could you at least tell us what it is about?” Ginny asked. Harry smiled down at her and she smiled back. Why and how does everyone seem to read his mind?
“It’s a secret for now. Besides, I don’t think-”
“It’s appropriate to talk about it in public,” Ron finished. Hermione turned red and slammed her fists on her hips.
“Well, if you are so smart, maybe you can tell him what it’s about, hm?” Ron laughed uneasily and fell silent. Hermione stared at him for a moment and them smiled at Harry.
“Don’t worry about it.” Right, the one thing Harry isn’t good at besides Potions and Divination. They grabbed some ice cream at the sweet shop and met up with Mrs. Weasley soon after in front of Gringotts.
The day came to an end quickly and they scuffled into the dining room for dinner. Tired from walking all day, the four of them stayed quiet and ate slowly while the adults chatted away. The talking made Harry happy; who wouldn’t be if every dinner you sat through for the past few months were made up of laughing from your cousin and the evil death glare from your uncle and aunt?
Dinner was wonderful and desert was cheerful, but everyone was drained when the last of the dishes were cleared from the table. Harry said his good nights and he and Ron made their way up stairs to go to bed. The normal routine of brushing teeth and putting on pajamas went by slowly.
That night, Harry seemed to be too tired to sleep. He sat in his bed for hours trying to find a way to making himself fall asleep. Was he anxious about something? Maybe it was because school was starting soon. School always made him happy, even with Professor Snape and what ever new DDA teacher they have or have had.
His mind wandered and the thought of flying through the air, dodging bludgers and attempted tackles. This must have eased his mind for he soon found himself surrounded by the darkness of the dream world.
- - -
Help… Me…
- - -
Harry shot up from bed in surprise. If the ceiling was higher he would have not been knocked unconscious at that moment.
- - -
Please…