Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and The King of Thieves ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )
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By: SoarMore_FlyHigher 
Kurama is found and brought to Hogwarts.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.16.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 495 | Status: Work In Progress
Kurama is found and brought to Hogwarts.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.16.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 495 | Status: Work In Progress
On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, a small cozy hut stood, nestled between a cute pumpkin patch and the trees. A tower of smoke rose from its chimney and the windows shone a warm yellow. A booming bark from a certain greyhound shook the poor house.
‘Calm down Fang, yeh stupid mutt,” Hagrid yelled at his dog. Hagrid, the Gate Keeper of the grounds of the magical school, Hogwarts, placed his copy of the Daily Prophet on the coffee table and walked to the window.
“Wha’ are yeh barkin’ at?” Nothing except the trees moved and the only noise was the eerie hoots of the owls. The half giant frowned and returned to his spot on the couch. He picked up his mug of ale and chugged some down. Wiping his beard he returned his attention to the newspaper.
“Grrrfff.” Fang let out a growl and paced in front of the door. Hagrid looked up and watched Fangs odd behavior.
“Somethin’ out there boy?” Hagrid learned to never underestimate animals sixth sense. Something must be out there in the forest to make his usually calm and obedient dog go bonkers.
The sofa moaned as Hagrid stood up to get his crossbow. He put on his coat and buckled Fang to his leash. The dog tugged at it as they exited the house. Fang sniffed the air and barked loudly once again. He lead Hagrid through the outer forest for some time before they turned and began to travel deeper into it.
“How could yeh sense somethin’ this far away, Fang?” Hagrid looked around for anything suspicious or threatening. The night was silent; that eerie silent you get when you are all alone in a windowless and door less room.
From a distant, Hagrid could see several trees charred terribly. He stepped towards them, pulling the wild hound with him.
“Looks like someone used magic.. But who?” Hagrid shone his lantern around him eyeing the angry forest. He mumbled some nonsense before he let Fang lead the way once again. For what seemed like all night, the dog lead them both deeper and deeper into the forest. Everywhere Hagrid looked, trees were either again, charred or blasted down.
The hairs on his thick neck stood on ends and chill went up his spine. The air was thick with the smell of blood and burned skin. Fang let out a whine and hid behind his humongous owner.
“Wha’s wrong yeh stupid dog? Before you were barkin’ and itchin’ to get out ere!” The dog gave another whine and a sniff before taking his place back in front. Tail between his legs, the dog trotted towards a lump under a tree. As Hagrid neared, he soon realized…
“Blimey! It’s a kid.” Deep gashes and cuts littered his abused body. The boy was swimming in a pool of his own blood. Hagrid grinded his teeth together nervously. What happened?
“Hold on there Fang, lets get this kid to the school, quick.” The dog whined some more and backed away from the strange boy nervously. Hagrid picked him up slowly, careful as to not worsen his wounds. He opened up a single emerald eye lazily and looked at Hagrid sleepily. The boy soon closed his eye again and fell back asleep.
“Well, at least we know year alive, right?”
Hagrid carefully made his way out of the forest as quickly as he could. The young man’s wounds wouldn’t stop bleeding and he gave a moan or two every time Hagrid tightened his grip once in a while so he wouldn’t slip out of the giants hands. The blood was all over Hagrid’s fur coat and pants and Fang trailed behind, glaring at the red head in his masters arms.
They reentered the school grounds and made their way across the dark grass. “Hold on there kid.” Hagrid huffed as he opened the door the giant oak doors to the castle.
- - -
Professor McGonagall sat at her desk in her dark and empty class room. She scribbled madly on a piece of parchment, looking up occasionally at the big cloak across the room.
It was almost 3 in the morning. The professor placed her quill down and took off her glasses, massaging her temples. Paper work was such a hassle, but school was almost beginning and it was better for her to do it now before students filled the halls.
A loud crash from the halls made McGonagall jump in her chair. She placed her glasses back on and went to the door.
“Peeves?” McGonagall opened the door irked at the disturbance from the mischievous poltergeist. Another crash from up ahead was heard followed by a string of evil giggling.
“Peeves, stop it this instant.” The poltergeist floated above the woman’s head.
“Poor poor soul, is he,” Peeves chuckled darkly.
“Who, Peeves,” the teacher demanded. The creature rolled on the ceiling in fits of laughter.
“Hagrid brought home a new foxy. Blood and tears, blood and tears.” McGonagall shoed him away and hurried down the halls. She knew Hagrid had a thing for bringing in animals from the forest. McGonagall made it clear that dangerous animals could get them into trouble with the ministry. She made it half way towards the Great Hall when she came across puddles of blood, leading down the hall to her left.
“Hagrid!” She scurried down the halls, following the trail of crimson liquid, which appeared to be leading towards the Hospital Wing.
Up ahead the huge figure of Hagrid stood facing the running teacher. The witch halted in front of the half giant and gazed in horror.
In his arms was a boy, probably sixteen or so, bleeding and mangled.
“Wha…?
- - -
Some time later, the castle faculty was crowding in the Hospital Wing, hovering over the unconscious form of the mysterious red head.
“So, you found him in the forest?” Albus Dumbledore bent down and ran a withered hand through his thick hair.
“Aye. Me and fang went into the forest ‘cause Fang was going crazy over somethin‘. And I think this must be that somethin’.”
Madame Pomfrey pushed through the teachers to the bed side. She lifted up his arms and bandages, studying the wounds carefully.
“My dear lord… Albus, these are were wolf scratches and bites. The other teachers stiffened and whispers broke loose,
“Another were wolf, hm? Do you really intend to keep it here?” The slimy voice of Severus Snape lingered through the room. The greasy teacher stepped forward next to the night stand beside the bed.
“We don’t need to worry,” Flitwick chirped up, “so long as you are willing to create wolfs bane potion for him.” Snape gave the short teacher a snide look. Madame Pomfrey stood between the glaring teachers.
“Now, now, gentlemen. Are we not adults here?” The teachers turned to Dumbledore for support, but apparently he was busy looking at the boy. The old wizard could tell there was something special about him.
“We do not know why he was attacked. Even more, why he was in the Forbidden forest. When he wakes, we shall interrogate him thoroughly, but for now, let the boy rest.” Snape smirked sourly and the other teachers fell silent and paled. The old nurse came with fresh bandages and began wrapping them around his wounds.
“We will wait then,” McGonagall said gently, guiding the other teachers out of the room so it were only Snape, herself, Poppy and the headmaster.
“Severus, I need you to ready some wolfs bane for our friend here. Minerva, I need you to get in touch with Lupin and the others. Poppy, I think you should give the lad the grape flavored syrup. The cherry tastes a little too much like grass.” He winked at her and smiled cheerfully. He strode out of the room, whistling a catchy tune.
“That man is daft,” Snape mumbled. He turned his heel and followed after him. McGonagall glanced at the pain filled face of the red head and sighed.
“What a night this turned out to be.” Pomfrey chuckled light heartedly.
“Yes, and what a year it will be.”
- - -
Harry Potter tapped his finger thoughtfully. Sweat, which accumulated upon his brow some time ago, dripped down his cheek.
“Castle to B,3.” In front of Harry, he and Ron were battling all out in Wizards Chess. The little character moved a few squares away and next to Ron’s queen.
“Check mate” Ron cursed and put his head in his hands.
“”You’re getting good, Harry… Better than I am too.” Harry smiled and laughed. Both boys began to brawl for a minute or two before Hermione walked into the room.
“Boys, boys. Stop or you’ll break something!” The two sixteen year olds stopped. Ron got up from the floor and dusted himself off.
“Aw, Come on Hermione. We wont break anything,” he whined and helped Harry up as well. The three stood in the silence for a bit. Finally, Hermione spoke up.
“You boys better get packed and ready. We are leaving bright and early.” At that, the witch exited the room and hurried down the hall to her room.
“What’s up with her?” Harry shrugged and sat down on one of the three chairs in the room. Dust kicked up and flew everywhere.
“I’m really looking forward to this year. I mean,” Ron began as he pulled up a chair as well and sat across Harry.
“ Nothing bad has happened this summer and that surely has to be a sign that this year will be normal. Sure, you had a strange dream, but we all have them. I once dreamt Ginny was dancing with a rabbit. It’s all normal. The adults are making a fuss over nothing at all, It’s the way they are. Like I said, nothing bad will happen this year. I can feel it.
‘Calm down Fang, yeh stupid mutt,” Hagrid yelled at his dog. Hagrid, the Gate Keeper of the grounds of the magical school, Hogwarts, placed his copy of the Daily Prophet on the coffee table and walked to the window.
“Wha’ are yeh barkin’ at?” Nothing except the trees moved and the only noise was the eerie hoots of the owls. The half giant frowned and returned to his spot on the couch. He picked up his mug of ale and chugged some down. Wiping his beard he returned his attention to the newspaper.
“Grrrfff.” Fang let out a growl and paced in front of the door. Hagrid looked up and watched Fangs odd behavior.
“Somethin’ out there boy?” Hagrid learned to never underestimate animals sixth sense. Something must be out there in the forest to make his usually calm and obedient dog go bonkers.
The sofa moaned as Hagrid stood up to get his crossbow. He put on his coat and buckled Fang to his leash. The dog tugged at it as they exited the house. Fang sniffed the air and barked loudly once again. He lead Hagrid through the outer forest for some time before they turned and began to travel deeper into it.
“How could yeh sense somethin’ this far away, Fang?” Hagrid looked around for anything suspicious or threatening. The night was silent; that eerie silent you get when you are all alone in a windowless and door less room.
From a distant, Hagrid could see several trees charred terribly. He stepped towards them, pulling the wild hound with him.
“Looks like someone used magic.. But who?” Hagrid shone his lantern around him eyeing the angry forest. He mumbled some nonsense before he let Fang lead the way once again. For what seemed like all night, the dog lead them both deeper and deeper into the forest. Everywhere Hagrid looked, trees were either again, charred or blasted down.
The hairs on his thick neck stood on ends and chill went up his spine. The air was thick with the smell of blood and burned skin. Fang let out a whine and hid behind his humongous owner.
“Wha’s wrong yeh stupid dog? Before you were barkin’ and itchin’ to get out ere!” The dog gave another whine and a sniff before taking his place back in front. Tail between his legs, the dog trotted towards a lump under a tree. As Hagrid neared, he soon realized…
“Blimey! It’s a kid.” Deep gashes and cuts littered his abused body. The boy was swimming in a pool of his own blood. Hagrid grinded his teeth together nervously. What happened?
“Hold on there Fang, lets get this kid to the school, quick.” The dog whined some more and backed away from the strange boy nervously. Hagrid picked him up slowly, careful as to not worsen his wounds. He opened up a single emerald eye lazily and looked at Hagrid sleepily. The boy soon closed his eye again and fell back asleep.
“Well, at least we know year alive, right?”
Hagrid carefully made his way out of the forest as quickly as he could. The young man’s wounds wouldn’t stop bleeding and he gave a moan or two every time Hagrid tightened his grip once in a while so he wouldn’t slip out of the giants hands. The blood was all over Hagrid’s fur coat and pants and Fang trailed behind, glaring at the red head in his masters arms.
They reentered the school grounds and made their way across the dark grass. “Hold on there kid.” Hagrid huffed as he opened the door the giant oak doors to the castle.
- - -
Professor McGonagall sat at her desk in her dark and empty class room. She scribbled madly on a piece of parchment, looking up occasionally at the big cloak across the room.
It was almost 3 in the morning. The professor placed her quill down and took off her glasses, massaging her temples. Paper work was such a hassle, but school was almost beginning and it was better for her to do it now before students filled the halls.
A loud crash from the halls made McGonagall jump in her chair. She placed her glasses back on and went to the door.
“Peeves?” McGonagall opened the door irked at the disturbance from the mischievous poltergeist. Another crash from up ahead was heard followed by a string of evil giggling.
“Peeves, stop it this instant.” The poltergeist floated above the woman’s head.
“Poor poor soul, is he,” Peeves chuckled darkly.
“Who, Peeves,” the teacher demanded. The creature rolled on the ceiling in fits of laughter.
“Hagrid brought home a new foxy. Blood and tears, blood and tears.” McGonagall shoed him away and hurried down the halls. She knew Hagrid had a thing for bringing in animals from the forest. McGonagall made it clear that dangerous animals could get them into trouble with the ministry. She made it half way towards the Great Hall when she came across puddles of blood, leading down the hall to her left.
“Hagrid!” She scurried down the halls, following the trail of crimson liquid, which appeared to be leading towards the Hospital Wing.
Up ahead the huge figure of Hagrid stood facing the running teacher. The witch halted in front of the half giant and gazed in horror.
In his arms was a boy, probably sixteen or so, bleeding and mangled.
“Wha…?
- - -
Some time later, the castle faculty was crowding in the Hospital Wing, hovering over the unconscious form of the mysterious red head.
“So, you found him in the forest?” Albus Dumbledore bent down and ran a withered hand through his thick hair.
“Aye. Me and fang went into the forest ‘cause Fang was going crazy over somethin‘. And I think this must be that somethin’.”
Madame Pomfrey pushed through the teachers to the bed side. She lifted up his arms and bandages, studying the wounds carefully.
“My dear lord… Albus, these are were wolf scratches and bites. The other teachers stiffened and whispers broke loose,
“Another were wolf, hm? Do you really intend to keep it here?” The slimy voice of Severus Snape lingered through the room. The greasy teacher stepped forward next to the night stand beside the bed.
“We don’t need to worry,” Flitwick chirped up, “so long as you are willing to create wolfs bane potion for him.” Snape gave the short teacher a snide look. Madame Pomfrey stood between the glaring teachers.
“Now, now, gentlemen. Are we not adults here?” The teachers turned to Dumbledore for support, but apparently he was busy looking at the boy. The old wizard could tell there was something special about him.
“We do not know why he was attacked. Even more, why he was in the Forbidden forest. When he wakes, we shall interrogate him thoroughly, but for now, let the boy rest.” Snape smirked sourly and the other teachers fell silent and paled. The old nurse came with fresh bandages and began wrapping them around his wounds.
“We will wait then,” McGonagall said gently, guiding the other teachers out of the room so it were only Snape, herself, Poppy and the headmaster.
“Severus, I need you to ready some wolfs bane for our friend here. Minerva, I need you to get in touch with Lupin and the others. Poppy, I think you should give the lad the grape flavored syrup. The cherry tastes a little too much like grass.” He winked at her and smiled cheerfully. He strode out of the room, whistling a catchy tune.
“That man is daft,” Snape mumbled. He turned his heel and followed after him. McGonagall glanced at the pain filled face of the red head and sighed.
“What a night this turned out to be.” Pomfrey chuckled light heartedly.
“Yes, and what a year it will be.”
- - -
Harry Potter tapped his finger thoughtfully. Sweat, which accumulated upon his brow some time ago, dripped down his cheek.
“Castle to B,3.” In front of Harry, he and Ron were battling all out in Wizards Chess. The little character moved a few squares away and next to Ron’s queen.
“Check mate” Ron cursed and put his head in his hands.
“”You’re getting good, Harry… Better than I am too.” Harry smiled and laughed. Both boys began to brawl for a minute or two before Hermione walked into the room.
“Boys, boys. Stop or you’ll break something!” The two sixteen year olds stopped. Ron got up from the floor and dusted himself off.
“Aw, Come on Hermione. We wont break anything,” he whined and helped Harry up as well. The three stood in the silence for a bit. Finally, Hermione spoke up.
“You boys better get packed and ready. We are leaving bright and early.” At that, the witch exited the room and hurried down the hall to her room.
“What’s up with her?” Harry shrugged and sat down on one of the three chairs in the room. Dust kicked up and flew everywhere.
“I’m really looking forward to this year. I mean,” Ron began as he pulled up a chair as well and sat across Harry.
“ Nothing bad has happened this summer and that surely has to be a sign that this year will be normal. Sure, you had a strange dream, but we all have them. I once dreamt Ginny was dancing with a rabbit. It’s all normal. The adults are making a fuss over nothing at all, It’s the way they are. Like I said, nothing bad will happen this year. I can feel it.