Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and The King of Thieves ❯ Chapter Nine ( Chapter 9 )
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By: SoarMore_FlyHigher 
It's off to Britain for our three favorite characters; Botan, Yusuke and Kuwabara and Harry is off to Hogwarts himself.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.16.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 481 | Status: Work In Progress
It's off to Britain for our three favorite characters; Botan, Yusuke and Kuwabara and Harry is off to Hogwarts himself.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.16.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 481 | Status: Work In Progress
Koenma snored quietly and rolled his head, resting it on his left shoulder. The young prince was exhausted after the incident at Kurama’s human residence. Paper work and tracking the ex-thief took a few days. His search for Kurama was fruitless and heart breaking. Kurama was long off their radar and his energy signal vanished. With no lead, the toddler decided to catch up on the sleep that he needed. He told Botan and the others that he was in an important meeting, and not to let anyone disturb him.
“Hey pacifier breathe!” The doors slammed open, snapping Koenma out of dreamland. He slipped out of his chair and with a thud; he landed on his side on the marble floor half asleep.
“Napping on the job, huh? What’s with the important business?” Yusuke’s voice gave Koenma a headache and his fuzzy mind slowly became awake. The spirit detectives’ voice registered slowly in his mind.
“Hm? Yusuke? What are you doing here! I told you I was busy!” Yusuke picked up the miniature prince and shook him violently. A string of curses streamed out of the teens mouth.
“You idiot! Me and Botan finally figured out a lead and you’re in lala land dreaming about God knows what!” Botan rushed over to pry Yusuke’s hands off her boss. With no prevail, she summoned her fairy oar and waved it around threateningly.
“Don’t make me get violent you too.” Botans’ threat was not ignored and both ‘children’ froze. She grinned happily and grabbed Koenma from the detective.
“I think we have more pressing matters here,” she cheered, following by her distinguishing bubbly laugh. She placed Koenma on his big red chair and fixed his now crooked and wrinkled hat.
“Now, what did you say about a lead? We know already that wizards are involved, but from where we still don’t know.”
“Well, there was also a werewolf involved too. I saw it myself, chasing after fox-boy. Anyway, we think they might have come from England.” Koenma tapped his finger on his desk.
“I was afraid of this,” he mumbled, reaching over and grabbing his remote. He pressed the on button.
“I presume Botan told you what is happening in the wizarding world, no?” Yusuke nodded and took a seat right on the large yellow desk. A picture of a rather scary looking man appeared on the screen.
“The dark wizard Voldemort was recently resurrected and he and his followers are once again reeking chaos over the world. Now, Voldemort, if he was a demon, would probably be twice as powerful as you are Yusuke. He murdered countless of innocent people, both normal and gifted.” Koenma paused and changed the channel on the screen. The new picture was of a boy around his age with emerald green eyes and black hair. His round glasses made Yusuke laugh (nerds were the best to beat up when Keiko was not around). A cool looking scar on his forehead was barely visible under his bangs.
“This is Harry Potter. Anyway, sixteen years ago, Voldemorts’ physical body was destroyed and his soul was lost somewhere hiding from use. This boy was said to be the one who did this when he was barely a year old.” Yusuke’s mouth was gaping in astonishment. Only a baby, he destroyed and weakened a super powerful force. Yusuke’s curiosity of this boy over whelmed him. He wanted to meet this kid and test him out himself.
“Now, wizards are tricky people. They put up barriers around their towns, government, everything that would hinder them and their secrets. Here in spirit world, we do not have many records on wizards or their gathering locations. All we know is that their ministry is held there and luckily, we know where that is.”
Yusuke’s heart leapt for joy. Maybe they had Kurama or maybe, like any other human, they would see Kurama as a freak since he was last seen in his Youkai form.
“Okay, say they had Kurama… Would they do anything to him?” Koenma shrugged. He gestured towards Botan who nodded and exited the room.
“Now, I assume you have no clue how to speak English, right? Well, I have the perfect gadget for you and Kuwabara.” Yusuke moaned and through back his head in anguish.
“Why him? Why can’t Hiei come?”
“Because I doubt he cares.” Botan then returned with two watches at hand. She handed them to Yusuke and he attached one to his wrist.
“This watch will help you speak and understand any language. All you have to do is set the big hand on the language you want. The little hand is for tracking large amounts of magic energy. It’s very useful when tracking wizards and witches.” Yusuke grinned and patted his boss on the back.
“So, what else must I watch out for besides wooden sticks and ‘Bibbity bobbity boo’?” Koenma growled at the teen and slumped back on his chair, sighing heavily.
“You are missing the key points! Wizards have spells that could levitate objects that weigh tons and tons! They have jinxes that leave you vulnerable to attack and curses that could kill you. This is serious stuff, not your average Cinderella story or medieval tale!” Yusuke paled at the kill word. Not that he was scared he was terrified shitless. A curse that could kill someone without scratching him or her or without any effort was not how this detective wanted to kick the bucket.
“Fine then. Just drop me and Kuwabaka off at the nearest plane, give us a passport and we’re good to go.”
- - -
Kurama moaned deeply and opened his large emerald eyes. His vision was still quite blurry and his senses were dulled tremendously. He scanned as much of his surroundings as he could from his laying down position. The room was made of stone and he was lying in a very soft bed. The room smelled horribly of hospital.
‘I hate that smell.’ His body hurt from head to toe and it was painful to breathe. A hand rested on his forehead and the fox yelped in surprise. He heard no footsteps nor realized he was being watched. A soft, reassuring female voice hummed through his head. The words seemed mashed together and jumbled.
“You poor thing.. What’s your name youngster?” Kurama turned his glazed eyes onto the owner of the voice. She frowned and reached over to the nightstand beside the cot.
“You’re running a fever. Takes some of this. It’ll help.” She poured a strange purple liquid into an iron goblet and sat Kurama up. His head lolled, swerved, and rested limply on his shoulder. The woman propped up a few pillows and rested him against them. She held the cup to his lips and tilted it, the liquid bidding entrance to hi mouth. Kurama drank it willfully, but sputtered and coughed. It tasted horrible and it made his nose and ears tingle uncomfortably.
“It’s alright dear. Just some herbal medicine to help ease the pain.” The woman rushed over to another table and retrieved some bandages. She began to take off the bloody ones. Kurama hissed in pain when she tugged off the pieces that stuck to his wounds. She replaced them and laid Kurama back on the bed properly.
“Now. That wasn’t so bad, was it now?” She pulled the covers over him and quietly left into another room.
‘Where am I?’ The fox blinked slowly, turning his head to face a pair of rather large wooden doors. He turned his head the other way too see several other cots and beds around the room.
‘Am I… In a hospital?’ Even his thoughts were fuzzy and he had difficult time grasping to them. The pain in his chest ceased and his legs turned numb almost. The large doors opened wide and four people walked in and encircled the fox’s current bed. They were talking, but there was a loud buzzing sound in his ear, making it hard for him to hear them.
“He’s awake, but I don’t think he’ll be able to answer us,” one of them said. She had an accent and he had no clue what she said.
‘That is not… Japanese they are… Speaking…’ He blinked again, trying to focus his vision.
“What is your name, boy?” The eldest one sat beside him and placed his hand on his. This sparkling crystal blue eyes staring into Kurama’s green ones. Kurama still could not grasp at what they were saying; his brain was too dysfunctional to figure it out.
“Headmaster, perhaps if we cannot get him to talk, maybe some truth potion?” His voice made Kurama shiver. It sounded familiar, and Kurama never forgets, whether treasure, enemy, acquaintances or friend.
Hagrid stood in the back of the group staring down at Kurama. He reminded him so much of Harry. The messy hair that refused to stay were it was places and eyes as green as a tree. However, his eyes were so different as well. Harry’s was filled with youth and innocence besides all of his horrible encounters with death. This boy had deep eyes filled with wisdom, even deeper than Dumbledore. A secret was kept behind this jewel.
“I think he doesn’t speak English.” The McGonagall stated, looking through Kurama’s old and tatter school uniform that was lying on the nightstand.
“I think he is Asian,” she guessed, taking out a piece of paper with Japanese characters on it. Dumbledore tapped his chin thoughtfully.
“Severus, can you go into my office and get me the golden box on the top shelf to the left? It’ll have a phoenix on the top.” Snape nodded and went to retrieve to object. Kurama felt a wave of nausea and paled slightly. His stomach turned and rolled and Dizziness over took him.
Dumbledore saw this and took out his wand. Quickly, he traced the outline of a bucket in mid air. The red lines faded and a tin pail fell to the ground. Pomfrey and McGonagall helped Kurama lean forward where he then threw up what ever was left in his stomach. The greasy teacher returned as they laid Kurama back down, holding a small golden matchbox. Dumbledore took it from him and opened it up. A layer of brownish powder filled the trinket.
“Get me a goblet of pumpkin juice, will you Minerva?” McGonagall summoned a cup filled with the delicious orange liquid. Withered fingers pinched the brown powder and sprinkled a few granules into the juice. It bubbled for a second, turning a shade of red and then calming, returning to normal.
“Let him drink this. We will come back in a while to check up on him. For now, we must prepare for the arrival of our students.”
- - -
Harry woke up the next morning to the sound of Crookshanks. His loud mewls and whines outside his door were like he was right in Harry’s ears. He rolled out of bed and lay on the wooden floor for a few more minutes. Ron scuffled out of bed and over to his sleepy friend.
“Wake up mate. Mum is making breakfast.” Harry groaned in protest and stumbled to his feet. He and Ron got their clothes on and wandered through the dark halls of the house, making their way to the kitchen. They bumped in Sirius on the way there.
“Good morning you too.” His cheery voice made the two grumble. He walked with them to breakfast and kept the small talk to a minimum (Everyone knows not to mess with anti-morning people, even Sirius).
“So, you boys excited for school?” Harry shrugged and Ron groaned again in anguish.
“I hate school. Either we almost are expelled or we almost die. It’s the worst place in the world..” Sirius laughed and patted Ron on the back.
“It’s alright. Just a year or two left and you’ll be done.” They walked into the kitchen and sat round the table quietly. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley cooked breakfast while Ginny and Harry chatted away about random things. Ron stared blankly at the table and Sirius drifted to sleep. Hermione skipped in smiling wide and humming to herself.
“Good morning,” she sang and sat down next to Ron.
“What’s wrong?” Ron glared at her happy mood and went back to staring at the table; it was so fascinating.
“Nothing. Just tired. I couldn’t get to sleep, not with Kreacher around moaning and stomping up and down the halls.” Mrs. Weasley placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of Ron.
“Then eat up dear. You can sleep on the train.” Everyone ate in silence, except for the girly chatter of boys from Hermione and Ginny. After breakfast, they all brought their trunks down into the front hallway.
“Um, mum. How are we getting to the station this time?” Molly sighed.
“Well, I decided we should take something called a taxi. Lupin said it is an excellent way to get there and a lot safer.” The six (including Sirius, who was in his dog form) went outside to find five taxis lined up on the curb. They stuffed their junk into the backs and trunks and were on their way in no time. The ride was quiet except for the racket Hedwig was making, which was annoying the driver greatly. Harry was absent mindedly stroking Sirius’ back and scratching behind his ears. Sirius placed his head on his lap and Harry stopped. Harry help pay the drivers (Ron’s dad still didn’t know how muggle money worked) and they carted their stuff to the solid wall between platforms nine and ten.
“Well. Lets go,” Ginny and Hermione rushed forward and disappeared into the wall. Ron and Harry rushed forward as well and found themselves once again in front of the magnificent Hogwarts Express. The red engine steamed and sighed and the platform was crowded with students and their parents. Mrs. Weasley and Sirius came through the wall soon after and they dropped off their luggage in the back.
“Harry! Harry!” The excited voice of Colin Creevey reached Harry’s ears and it made both boys groan in frustration. Colin was a good kid and friend, but he never seemed to leave them alone. Dennis and his younger brother, Colin rushed up to them with wide smiles on their faces.
“Hello Harry,” Dennis chirped up, extending his arm. Harry shook it and smiled back.
“Hey guys. How was your summer?” Both boys shrugged.
“It was alright. We went to America for a week. It’s a fascinating place you know.” Ron made an excuse to leave them and they boarded the train.
“Is it me,” Harry began before they went onto the train, “or have they become less annoying?” The two laughed and parted ways. Ron made his way to the front were all the prefects sat while Harry searched for Ginny.
“Harry, over here!” Ginny’s head poked out of a cubicle and grinned at him. He grinned back and sat next to her. She snuggled up close to him and rested her head on his shoulders. A slight blush filled his cheeks and the giggle of a certain Luna Lovegood. His blush only grew bigger.
“Excited for another year, Harry?” Luna put aside her copy of The Quibbler and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Harry shrugged.
“Yeah, sort of. I hope nothing weird happens though.” Luna laughed dryly.
“It’s never a dull moment at Hogwarts. Anyway, how was your summer? I was so jealous when I found out about the Creevey’s going to America.” Harry wasn’t paying any attention to Luna though. He wanted to talk to Ron and Hermione soon.
‘I’ll tell you on the train to Hogwarts.’ He couldn’t wait. What had Lupin asked Hermione to look for?
- - -
About a half and hour into the ride, Ron and Hermione finally showed up. They both sat down and the five of them stayed quiet.
“So, what’s up? What did Lupin tell you to look for?” Harry’s voice was hoarse and dry. Did he really want to know?
“Well, he asked me to look up a certain creature. It was hard since there is barely anything about them.” Luna, Ginny and Harry leaned forward anxiously.
“Well, he asked me to look up information on creatures called silver kitsunes. There are said to be only fifty or so left in the world. Though, not in our world.”
“Our world?” Hermione nodded. Everyone except for Luna raised their brows.
“I decided to further my research; it took a while too. There are three worlds in all. One is where we live, the humans. Another is were we go when we die, the spirit world and the last one, Demon world, were demons and monsters live. At one point, demons and humans lived together before a powerful barrier was put up to separate us. Silver kitsunes are demons. They appear human except for their fox ears and tails. They are able to control certain elements. The most popular are fire, wind and plant manipulation.”
“Demons? You mean those green ugly brutes in muggle books?” Ron crossed his arms and frowned.
“Demons are considered the most magical beings in all worlds. They are ten times stronger than the strongest of all dragon hide and their inhuman strengths, senses and abilities make them dangerous. Only a few demons are ever found on Earth and only wizards know about demons. Muggles have no clue.” Harry pondered this newly acquired knowledge.
‘So, that man was a demon?’ Well, he had a feeling he wasn’t human. The thought of why he was dreaming of him was still not answered though.
“How come I dreamt of him? Why me?”
“I’m getting to that,” Hermione huffed, putting her hair behind her ears.
“Demons have a certain energy call spirit energy. Everyone has it, including you and I though it’s not nearly like theirs. When demons or anyone with unusually high spirit energy are in trouble, they send out a signal with their energy. That signal will search for someone or something that will have either identical or similar readings.” Harry leaned back in his chair.
“So, the signal got to me because me and him have similar energy readings?” Hermione nodded. Sometimes, Harry was glad he had smart friends. He would never of figured nor found this information.
“Well, Ron and I must go. Don’t forget to change you guys.” Both young prefects left and let the three contemplate on what was discussed for those few minutes.
“Hey pacifier breathe!” The doors slammed open, snapping Koenma out of dreamland. He slipped out of his chair and with a thud; he landed on his side on the marble floor half asleep.
“Napping on the job, huh? What’s with the important business?” Yusuke’s voice gave Koenma a headache and his fuzzy mind slowly became awake. The spirit detectives’ voice registered slowly in his mind.
“Hm? Yusuke? What are you doing here! I told you I was busy!” Yusuke picked up the miniature prince and shook him violently. A string of curses streamed out of the teens mouth.
“You idiot! Me and Botan finally figured out a lead and you’re in lala land dreaming about God knows what!” Botan rushed over to pry Yusuke’s hands off her boss. With no prevail, she summoned her fairy oar and waved it around threateningly.
“Don’t make me get violent you too.” Botans’ threat was not ignored and both ‘children’ froze. She grinned happily and grabbed Koenma from the detective.
“I think we have more pressing matters here,” she cheered, following by her distinguishing bubbly laugh. She placed Koenma on his big red chair and fixed his now crooked and wrinkled hat.
“Now, what did you say about a lead? We know already that wizards are involved, but from where we still don’t know.”
“Well, there was also a werewolf involved too. I saw it myself, chasing after fox-boy. Anyway, we think they might have come from England.” Koenma tapped his finger on his desk.
“I was afraid of this,” he mumbled, reaching over and grabbing his remote. He pressed the on button.
“I presume Botan told you what is happening in the wizarding world, no?” Yusuke nodded and took a seat right on the large yellow desk. A picture of a rather scary looking man appeared on the screen.
“The dark wizard Voldemort was recently resurrected and he and his followers are once again reeking chaos over the world. Now, Voldemort, if he was a demon, would probably be twice as powerful as you are Yusuke. He murdered countless of innocent people, both normal and gifted.” Koenma paused and changed the channel on the screen. The new picture was of a boy around his age with emerald green eyes and black hair. His round glasses made Yusuke laugh (nerds were the best to beat up when Keiko was not around). A cool looking scar on his forehead was barely visible under his bangs.
“This is Harry Potter. Anyway, sixteen years ago, Voldemorts’ physical body was destroyed and his soul was lost somewhere hiding from use. This boy was said to be the one who did this when he was barely a year old.” Yusuke’s mouth was gaping in astonishment. Only a baby, he destroyed and weakened a super powerful force. Yusuke’s curiosity of this boy over whelmed him. He wanted to meet this kid and test him out himself.
“Now, wizards are tricky people. They put up barriers around their towns, government, everything that would hinder them and their secrets. Here in spirit world, we do not have many records on wizards or their gathering locations. All we know is that their ministry is held there and luckily, we know where that is.”
Yusuke’s heart leapt for joy. Maybe they had Kurama or maybe, like any other human, they would see Kurama as a freak since he was last seen in his Youkai form.
“Okay, say they had Kurama… Would they do anything to him?” Koenma shrugged. He gestured towards Botan who nodded and exited the room.
“Now, I assume you have no clue how to speak English, right? Well, I have the perfect gadget for you and Kuwabara.” Yusuke moaned and through back his head in anguish.
“Why him? Why can’t Hiei come?”
“Because I doubt he cares.” Botan then returned with two watches at hand. She handed them to Yusuke and he attached one to his wrist.
“This watch will help you speak and understand any language. All you have to do is set the big hand on the language you want. The little hand is for tracking large amounts of magic energy. It’s very useful when tracking wizards and witches.” Yusuke grinned and patted his boss on the back.
“So, what else must I watch out for besides wooden sticks and ‘Bibbity bobbity boo’?” Koenma growled at the teen and slumped back on his chair, sighing heavily.
“You are missing the key points! Wizards have spells that could levitate objects that weigh tons and tons! They have jinxes that leave you vulnerable to attack and curses that could kill you. This is serious stuff, not your average Cinderella story or medieval tale!” Yusuke paled at the kill word. Not that he was scared he was terrified shitless. A curse that could kill someone without scratching him or her or without any effort was not how this detective wanted to kick the bucket.
“Fine then. Just drop me and Kuwabaka off at the nearest plane, give us a passport and we’re good to go.”
- - -
Kurama moaned deeply and opened his large emerald eyes. His vision was still quite blurry and his senses were dulled tremendously. He scanned as much of his surroundings as he could from his laying down position. The room was made of stone and he was lying in a very soft bed. The room smelled horribly of hospital.
‘I hate that smell.’ His body hurt from head to toe and it was painful to breathe. A hand rested on his forehead and the fox yelped in surprise. He heard no footsteps nor realized he was being watched. A soft, reassuring female voice hummed through his head. The words seemed mashed together and jumbled.
“You poor thing.. What’s your name youngster?” Kurama turned his glazed eyes onto the owner of the voice. She frowned and reached over to the nightstand beside the cot.
“You’re running a fever. Takes some of this. It’ll help.” She poured a strange purple liquid into an iron goblet and sat Kurama up. His head lolled, swerved, and rested limply on his shoulder. The woman propped up a few pillows and rested him against them. She held the cup to his lips and tilted it, the liquid bidding entrance to hi mouth. Kurama drank it willfully, but sputtered and coughed. It tasted horrible and it made his nose and ears tingle uncomfortably.
“It’s alright dear. Just some herbal medicine to help ease the pain.” The woman rushed over to another table and retrieved some bandages. She began to take off the bloody ones. Kurama hissed in pain when she tugged off the pieces that stuck to his wounds. She replaced them and laid Kurama back on the bed properly.
“Now. That wasn’t so bad, was it now?” She pulled the covers over him and quietly left into another room.
‘Where am I?’ The fox blinked slowly, turning his head to face a pair of rather large wooden doors. He turned his head the other way too see several other cots and beds around the room.
‘Am I… In a hospital?’ Even his thoughts were fuzzy and he had difficult time grasping to them. The pain in his chest ceased and his legs turned numb almost. The large doors opened wide and four people walked in and encircled the fox’s current bed. They were talking, but there was a loud buzzing sound in his ear, making it hard for him to hear them.
“He’s awake, but I don’t think he’ll be able to answer us,” one of them said. She had an accent and he had no clue what she said.
‘That is not… Japanese they are… Speaking…’ He blinked again, trying to focus his vision.
“What is your name, boy?” The eldest one sat beside him and placed his hand on his. This sparkling crystal blue eyes staring into Kurama’s green ones. Kurama still could not grasp at what they were saying; his brain was too dysfunctional to figure it out.
“Headmaster, perhaps if we cannot get him to talk, maybe some truth potion?” His voice made Kurama shiver. It sounded familiar, and Kurama never forgets, whether treasure, enemy, acquaintances or friend.
Hagrid stood in the back of the group staring down at Kurama. He reminded him so much of Harry. The messy hair that refused to stay were it was places and eyes as green as a tree. However, his eyes were so different as well. Harry’s was filled with youth and innocence besides all of his horrible encounters with death. This boy had deep eyes filled with wisdom, even deeper than Dumbledore. A secret was kept behind this jewel.
“I think he doesn’t speak English.” The McGonagall stated, looking through Kurama’s old and tatter school uniform that was lying on the nightstand.
“I think he is Asian,” she guessed, taking out a piece of paper with Japanese characters on it. Dumbledore tapped his chin thoughtfully.
“Severus, can you go into my office and get me the golden box on the top shelf to the left? It’ll have a phoenix on the top.” Snape nodded and went to retrieve to object. Kurama felt a wave of nausea and paled slightly. His stomach turned and rolled and Dizziness over took him.
Dumbledore saw this and took out his wand. Quickly, he traced the outline of a bucket in mid air. The red lines faded and a tin pail fell to the ground. Pomfrey and McGonagall helped Kurama lean forward where he then threw up what ever was left in his stomach. The greasy teacher returned as they laid Kurama back down, holding a small golden matchbox. Dumbledore took it from him and opened it up. A layer of brownish powder filled the trinket.
“Get me a goblet of pumpkin juice, will you Minerva?” McGonagall summoned a cup filled with the delicious orange liquid. Withered fingers pinched the brown powder and sprinkled a few granules into the juice. It bubbled for a second, turning a shade of red and then calming, returning to normal.
“Let him drink this. We will come back in a while to check up on him. For now, we must prepare for the arrival of our students.”
- - -
Harry woke up the next morning to the sound of Crookshanks. His loud mewls and whines outside his door were like he was right in Harry’s ears. He rolled out of bed and lay on the wooden floor for a few more minutes. Ron scuffled out of bed and over to his sleepy friend.
“Wake up mate. Mum is making breakfast.” Harry groaned in protest and stumbled to his feet. He and Ron got their clothes on and wandered through the dark halls of the house, making their way to the kitchen. They bumped in Sirius on the way there.
“Good morning you too.” His cheery voice made the two grumble. He walked with them to breakfast and kept the small talk to a minimum (Everyone knows not to mess with anti-morning people, even Sirius).
“So, you boys excited for school?” Harry shrugged and Ron groaned again in anguish.
“I hate school. Either we almost are expelled or we almost die. It’s the worst place in the world..” Sirius laughed and patted Ron on the back.
“It’s alright. Just a year or two left and you’ll be done.” They walked into the kitchen and sat round the table quietly. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley cooked breakfast while Ginny and Harry chatted away about random things. Ron stared blankly at the table and Sirius drifted to sleep. Hermione skipped in smiling wide and humming to herself.
“Good morning,” she sang and sat down next to Ron.
“What’s wrong?” Ron glared at her happy mood and went back to staring at the table; it was so fascinating.
“Nothing. Just tired. I couldn’t get to sleep, not with Kreacher around moaning and stomping up and down the halls.” Mrs. Weasley placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of Ron.
“Then eat up dear. You can sleep on the train.” Everyone ate in silence, except for the girly chatter of boys from Hermione and Ginny. After breakfast, they all brought their trunks down into the front hallway.
“Um, mum. How are we getting to the station this time?” Molly sighed.
“Well, I decided we should take something called a taxi. Lupin said it is an excellent way to get there and a lot safer.” The six (including Sirius, who was in his dog form) went outside to find five taxis lined up on the curb. They stuffed their junk into the backs and trunks and were on their way in no time. The ride was quiet except for the racket Hedwig was making, which was annoying the driver greatly. Harry was absent mindedly stroking Sirius’ back and scratching behind his ears. Sirius placed his head on his lap and Harry stopped. Harry help pay the drivers (Ron’s dad still didn’t know how muggle money worked) and they carted their stuff to the solid wall between platforms nine and ten.
“Well. Lets go,” Ginny and Hermione rushed forward and disappeared into the wall. Ron and Harry rushed forward as well and found themselves once again in front of the magnificent Hogwarts Express. The red engine steamed and sighed and the platform was crowded with students and their parents. Mrs. Weasley and Sirius came through the wall soon after and they dropped off their luggage in the back.
“Harry! Harry!” The excited voice of Colin Creevey reached Harry’s ears and it made both boys groan in frustration. Colin was a good kid and friend, but he never seemed to leave them alone. Dennis and his younger brother, Colin rushed up to them with wide smiles on their faces.
“Hello Harry,” Dennis chirped up, extending his arm. Harry shook it and smiled back.
“Hey guys. How was your summer?” Both boys shrugged.
“It was alright. We went to America for a week. It’s a fascinating place you know.” Ron made an excuse to leave them and they boarded the train.
“Is it me,” Harry began before they went onto the train, “or have they become less annoying?” The two laughed and parted ways. Ron made his way to the front were all the prefects sat while Harry searched for Ginny.
“Harry, over here!” Ginny’s head poked out of a cubicle and grinned at him. He grinned back and sat next to her. She snuggled up close to him and rested her head on his shoulders. A slight blush filled his cheeks and the giggle of a certain Luna Lovegood. His blush only grew bigger.
“Excited for another year, Harry?” Luna put aside her copy of The Quibbler and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Harry shrugged.
“Yeah, sort of. I hope nothing weird happens though.” Luna laughed dryly.
“It’s never a dull moment at Hogwarts. Anyway, how was your summer? I was so jealous when I found out about the Creevey’s going to America.” Harry wasn’t paying any attention to Luna though. He wanted to talk to Ron and Hermione soon.
‘I’ll tell you on the train to Hogwarts.’ He couldn’t wait. What had Lupin asked Hermione to look for?
- - -
About a half and hour into the ride, Ron and Hermione finally showed up. They both sat down and the five of them stayed quiet.
“So, what’s up? What did Lupin tell you to look for?” Harry’s voice was hoarse and dry. Did he really want to know?
“Well, he asked me to look up a certain creature. It was hard since there is barely anything about them.” Luna, Ginny and Harry leaned forward anxiously.
“Well, he asked me to look up information on creatures called silver kitsunes. There are said to be only fifty or so left in the world. Though, not in our world.”
“Our world?” Hermione nodded. Everyone except for Luna raised their brows.
“I decided to further my research; it took a while too. There are three worlds in all. One is where we live, the humans. Another is were we go when we die, the spirit world and the last one, Demon world, were demons and monsters live. At one point, demons and humans lived together before a powerful barrier was put up to separate us. Silver kitsunes are demons. They appear human except for their fox ears and tails. They are able to control certain elements. The most popular are fire, wind and plant manipulation.”
“Demons? You mean those green ugly brutes in muggle books?” Ron crossed his arms and frowned.
“Demons are considered the most magical beings in all worlds. They are ten times stronger than the strongest of all dragon hide and their inhuman strengths, senses and abilities make them dangerous. Only a few demons are ever found on Earth and only wizards know about demons. Muggles have no clue.” Harry pondered this newly acquired knowledge.
‘So, that man was a demon?’ Well, he had a feeling he wasn’t human. The thought of why he was dreaming of him was still not answered though.
“How come I dreamt of him? Why me?”
“I’m getting to that,” Hermione huffed, putting her hair behind her ears.
“Demons have a certain energy call spirit energy. Everyone has it, including you and I though it’s not nearly like theirs. When demons or anyone with unusually high spirit energy are in trouble, they send out a signal with their energy. That signal will search for someone or something that will have either identical or similar readings.” Harry leaned back in his chair.
“So, the signal got to me because me and him have similar energy readings?” Hermione nodded. Sometimes, Harry was glad he had smart friends. He would never of figured nor found this information.
“Well, Ron and I must go. Don’t forget to change you guys.” Both young prefects left and let the three contemplate on what was discussed for those few minutes.