Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and The King of Thieves ❯ Chapter Eleven ( Chapter 11 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

feel light headed and dizzy. Am I still laying down on a bed? Those voices were still there. What were they saying?
“We should wake him up. They will be here any minute.” Wake who up? Me? I want to sleep though. My head hurts and my body feels numb. Must I open my eyes? Wait… Those voices; I can understand them?

Dumbledore reached out and shook the boy lightly. Kurama rolled his head and moaned tiredly.


Don’t make me get up. I want to be alone. Let me sleep in peace, please.

“Wake up, young man. We know you can understand us now.” The old teacher sat down next to the bed and held one of his bandaged hands.

I know I can…

Kurama opened his eyes reluctantly and glanced at the ring of people around him. To his left, the same old man from before sat, holding his hand and smiling warmly at him. A woman in emerald robes and matching hat stood, pursed lips and hands folded across her chest. Next to her was another woman, shorter and more plump, with wild sand frizzy hair.
“Madame Pomfrey, why don’t you get this boy some food. He looks hungry.” The old man winked at him and his smile widened.
“What’s your name, young man?” The Scottish accent of the taller woman was quiet and caring, despite her sour look.
“My name?” Kurama’s head hurt, a lot. A figure shuffled impatiently from the corner of his eyes.
“Well, well, it appears he has amnesia.” The sarcastic voice of Severus Snape caught the fox’s attention. He turned towards him and stared at him in astonishment for some time.
“Severus Snape?” The teacher smirked at him and looked around the group. They looked at the dark teacher curiously and then to the boy.
“You know Professor Snape?” The gray haired man looked at Kurama deeply. Kurama stared at the teacher, not a blink or a nod.
“Shuuichi.” Madame Pomfrey came back and smiled sweetly and pushed past the other teachers.
“Nice to meet you Shuuichi. Would you like some food dear?” Kurama was drawn from his day dream by the smell of chicken and beef. He took the plate graciously, handed a fork and began munching on the feast he was given. It was delicious and warm.
“I’m glad you like it,” The elder man said cheerfully.
“Well, Shuuichi. I am Albus Dumbledore. Hover here is Minerva McGonagal, Madame Pomfrey, Professor Sprout and as you already know, Severus Snape.” Dumbledore glanced at Shuuichi who was looking from one person to another. His eyes glued onto Snape and glared coldly at him. Snape gave him an equally cold glare and a sneer to boot.
“Do you know why you are here?” Shuuichi looked at McGonagal and shook his head. He placed his plate on the bed stand.
“No, not a clue actually.” The other teachers frowned and gave him sympathetic glances.
“Do you remember how you got those scars?” The red head clenched his fists in anger and growled angrily.
“Yes…” His voice was hoarse and quiet. Dumbledore calmly continued his interrogation.
“Who did this to you?”

They are wizards. Should I trust them?

I wouldn’t. But just so they don’t suspect, I suggest you not tell them who we are really.

So, I say I got attacked by a big hairy dog and pretend I’m oblivious about wizards?

If they find out who we are, they’ll lock us up.

But you were never in with them. Youko?

Just lie about it for Kami’s sake!

His demon side fell silent, leaving Kurama to ponder. Why would he act like that?

“I was attacked… My whole family was. They were killed by four people in black coats and I was attacked by a rather large.. Dog…” What choice did he have? What would they do if they found out he knew about Voldemort and Grey Back? They would use a memory charm on him, but then it would bounce off, revealing to them that he wasn’t exactly normal.
“The death eaters and Greyback?” Pomfrey took the plate and set it aside. Dumbledore stood up and beckoned for the other teachers to follow.
“You get some sleep, Shuuichi. We will be back tomorrow after you regain some more strength.” They exited the room leaving Kurama and the nurse who was tucking him in.
“Get some rest dear.” Kurama couldn’t sleep, not with current events still fresh in his mind. Also, what was Severus doing here? Was he here to ‘persuade’ him to ‘join’ Voldemort?

Don’t worry about it. Just rest, we both need it.

I will find out what you are hiding, Youko. You can’t hide from me forever.

Unwilling sleep came over him and he closed his eyes. As dreamless sleep took him, the great hall was filling with students of all kinds. They all laughed and spoke loudly with one another, obviously excited about the year before them. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione stepped into the glistening room and strolled over towards the Gryffindor table.
“Wish they could start the feast already,” Ron complained as he looked down at the empty plates before them.
“I’m starved!” Harry and Ginny laughed and Hermione rolled her eyes.
“Honestly, can you think of nothing but food?” Ron thought for a few seconds before he shook his head and grinned widely.
“Nope! My stomach has control over my brain. Hey, maybe that’s why I’m bad at Potions! It’s right before lunch all the time.” This made the everyone laugh, even Hermione, who giggled a bit. They looked towards the teachers table to find half of them missing.
“Where do you suppose Dumbledore and them could be?” Neville sat next to Harry and glanced at the table as well.
“And Snape and Sprout. Maybe something bad happened to Snape in the green house.” Hermione hit Ron over the head. Then, said teachers hurried across the hall towards the table, Dumbledore with them as well. When they took their seats at the table, the doors opened and a row of first years came marching behind McGonagal. The sorting hat sat quietly before the whole room. Everyone fell silent and gazed upon the old thing.


Welcome boys and girls of Hogwarts school of magic
I welcome you one and all to this place of wondrous opportunities.
Here I’ll sort you into your house where you will excel and prosper
Amongst your friends and fellow students.

Proud and strong is Gryffindor
who founded this wonderful house.
His courage and confidence flows through
the veins of each true Gryffindorian.

Smart and kind is Hufflepuff
Who founded this delightful house.
Her kindness and charming manner
Set the guidelines for all those in it.

Intelligent and sharp is Ravenclaw
Who founded this powerful house.
The brains and brawn of everyone here
Are the ones who will prevail.

Powerful and shrewd is Slytherin
Who founded this hungry house.
Power, might and intelligence
Is fed to the students here.

Now listen up dear students of these wonderful houses.
It’s times like these to stick together and face the future
Hand in hand, side by side.
You may not like and banish the thought, but listen to me.

Toss away those grudges and listen to my warning.
The days grow shorter and nights grow colder
So stick together and light the lamp
that will show us all the way.

The dark lord is upon us and his minions are growing strong.
One house against him cannot do it alone
Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw,
You cannot do it alone.


Everyone sat silently in astonishment. A single clap was heard over the deafening silence. Everyone turned to Dumbledore, who was standing, clapping his hands slowly. Soon, the whole room exploded with applaud.
Harry looked across towards Ron and Hermione who awkwardly glanced back. The three shifted uncomfortably in their seats as the sorting began.
It was slow and painful. Harry’s stomach began to rumble loudly and there were a lot of new students to sort. Lee Jordan sat next to Harry and nudged him.
“Hey, I heard a rumor from the ghosts that there is a muggle in this school.” All five of them, including Ginny and Neville, turned their attention to him.
“A muggle at Hogwarts? Impossible,” Hermione stated and placed her hands on her lap.
“Besides, it’s a rumor. Most of the time, they are made up.” Ron looked at Hermione like she had three heads.
“Oh yes, a rumor. Like the rumor about the Chamber of Secrets? These things are true, Hermione. The ghost never lie, even though they are creepy…” Harry shook his head.
“No, she’s right. How could a normal person get into here? I mean, Aren’t there special barriers around this school to prevent them from entering? And I doubt they could be taken down temporarily by the teachers. Which teacher would even let a muggle in?” The sorting finished and all the students were seated. Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat. Like magic, the whole room fell quiet.
“Thank you all. I am glad to see everyone here tonight, both new and old faces.. I would like to point out first, that the forest on the school grounds is forbidden to all students, and the Hospital wing will be closed for the time being.” The hall was then filled with whispers and voices.
“Silence, please.” The hall fell silent once again.
“This year was especially hard for us to find a teacher for the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher, so I decided to have Professor Snape teach both this class and his Potions.” The whole Gryffindor table groaned in agony. Potions was bad enough with the man, but DA as well?
“Well, now that we have that all aside, let the feast begin!” As the words faded away, the empty trays filled with delicious food. The first years gasped in astonishment and squealed excitedly.
The dinner was pleasant and the company was most cheerful. They all ate till their stomachs bloated and felt as though they would explode any minute. Filled with food, the student body made their way to their common rooms. Ron and Hermione parted to lead the first years to their rooms. Harry, Ginny and Neville rushed to the picture of the fat lady as fast as they could with stomachs overfilled with food.
“Password?”
“Flobberwood.” The portrait swung open and they climbed through the hole anxiously. The common room was well light and warm; a burning fire flickered and sparked in the fire place. The other students piled in as well and they headed towards their room. In the bedroom, their stuff was piled at the foot of each bed which were neatly made.
As soon as Harry changed into his pajamas and was settle in bed, he stared up at the black canopy of his bed. Sleep was nagging at his eye lids, but Harry wanted to say good night to Ron before hitting the sack. That would have to wait till tomorrow morning then, because Harry closed his eyes and was asleep in no time.
A few minutes later, Ron appeared at the top of the stairs and noticed his good friend sleeping soundly. Smirking, he changed into his pajamas and got into his bed beside Harry.
“G’night, mate.”


- - -
A fire raged through the darkness as it engulfed everything in site. A woman stood in the middle of commotion, scared, tearing. He felt that he should go up to her. He tried, but she looked at him in horror.
“Get away from me! You monster!” He backed away and looked at her questionably. What did she mean?“I said get away- AHHH!!!” The fire wrapped around her body as she cried out in anguish and pain.
“SHUUICHI!”
- - -

Kurama bolted up in surprise and practically flew out of bed. He panted heavily and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The rushed foot steps of the nurse neared him.
“Are you alright? Oh, look at you, such a mess…” She helped him up and placed him on the bed. Kurama wrapped his arms around his stomach in pain. His wounds were far from healed.
Strange… He thought to himself. He could feel the blood seeping through their bandages.
“I’m fine… Just a nightmare.” Madame Pomfrey pulled the covers over his form and went to get some medicine.
“I’ll get you something to soothe the pain.” Kurama would have snorted if he couldn’t contain himself.
No, your magic nor your magical substances have no effect on me. Even though I am only half demon.
She soon reappeared with a green bottle. She poured the yellowish liquid into a cup and handed it to him.
“Drink up, Shuuichi.” She placed the bottle back were she got it and went into another room on the other side of the room. He looked at the substance and frowned deeply. It smelled awful and it probably tasted just the same. He sighed heavily and lifted the glass and drank it down. He gasped and coughed a bit and was sure his face would have made anyone laugh. Shaking his head, he placed the cup down and curled up underneath the warm covers. The dream came back to him and it made him shiver in despair. He wanted to cry so badly, but he found that he couldn’t. Why was that? Was it because of the cold hearted Youko that resided within him, or because he was afraid to?

Afraid to cry? I’m terrified, actually.

Tears hold no meaning.

To you. My mother was just killed! She took one look at you and hated us.

So, you’re saying it’s my fault? Ha! Why would I care?

You wanted to cry as well!

I hold no connection with that woman. I don’t care if she dies or not; hating me or loving me.

Liar.

Once again, his Youko counterpart fell silent, proving again that Kurama had won this argument, or did he? Was Youko even capable of love?
The thought was pushed aside and he fell victim to sleep once again.

- - -

Harry shot straight out of bed and got up almost instantly and shook Ron awake.
“Wake up Ron! Wake up!” Ron moaned and rolled over.
“It’s still dark out. M’tired. Go away…” Harry growled and ripped the sheets off from his friend and rolled him out of bed.
“Ron, this is important! I had another dream.” His loud whispers made a few other boys stir, but they let out a snort and went back to sleep.
“What is it this time? Can’t it wait till morning?” Harry sat on his bed and cradled his head in his palms.
“No ‘cause it’s fresh in my mind.” Ron got off the ground and sat across from Harry.
“I saw this woman. She looked scared and sad.” Ron rolled his eyes, but kept listening anyway.
“I tried to get closer to her, but she called me a monster and told me to get away from her.” Ron laughed quietly and shook his head.
“I’m not that scary looking, right?” Ron shook his head and chucked a bit more.
“Well, then the fire around us totally incinerated her she cried out a name and I woke up.” Ron shrugged and laid back down in his bed.
“Sleep on it. We’ll tell Hermione about it in the morning.