Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and The King of Thieves ❯ Chapter 18 ( Chapter 18 )
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By: SoarMore_FlyHigher 
They finally meet.
dun dun DUN DUN!!!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.28.2006 | Updated On: 07.28.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 420 | Status: Work In Progress
They finally meet.
dun dun DUN DUN!!!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.28.2006 | Updated On: 07.28.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 420 | Status: Work In Progress
Hello all! I am really happy about the reviews I have been getting, and I like the thank you all with all my heart. Without you people, I think I would have taken this story off and never thought of it ever again!
Anyway, here is the story, and I hope this will make a lot of you happy! My aim is for four pages in font 10, and I am going to get there, even if it takes all day and night!
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It was a bleak day outside and inside the school and nothing could have been done about the foreboding heaviness in the air. Harry had kept to his classes and tried not to think about the hairs sticking up on his neck and the glances the teachers gave him when he looked at them. The calm before a storm, and this storm, he had a feeling that it would be big.
The three had not had a chance to discuss Myrtles bathroom all day, and it was already potion’s class, the last of the day. The room was brimming with steam and funny smells, and Snape was as radiant as ever, his sour expression showed that he did not sleep much and was in one of his bad moods. Ron and Hermione must have noticed this for all three stayed pretty quiet during his class and only talked when he called on them. Hermione did not even raise her hand to answer questions, much to Slytherin’s amusement and Snape’s as well.
They had to create an advanced duplicate potion this period, and it was going pretty well for the most part. Neville somehow managed to melt his cauldron again, his shoes and Harry’s left sleeve. Both braced themselves for Snape.
“How could on boy create such a mess? How many times must I tell you to follow directs and place the ingredients in correct order, Longbottom! Neville cringed at his last name as Snape spat it out as if it was poison. Harry would have said something but stayed quiet.
“And you Potter. I pair him up with someone to make sure these mistakes don’t happen. You are as empty headed as him. Fifteen points from Gryffindor.” He walked back to his desk leaving the two dumbfounded and angry. Harry clenched his fists, but kept his rage in check and helped Neville clean up the mess, and pulled out his own cauldron to continue. For the rest of the day, Neville kept to handing Harry ingredients instead of skinning or chopping them, and placed them in only to let Harry stir it.
The day was soon over when they packed up their books and left the dungeons and up to the Great hall for dinner. It was a good thing it was a Friday or Harry would have screamed in frustration at enduring another class. Ron, Hermione and Harry sat down at the less crowded end of the Gryffindor table and helped themselves to some roast beef and potatoes.
“Man, this day,” Ron huffed finally after swallowing his meat. Hermione and Harry nodded and agreed with their red headed friend. This was one of the worst days Harry had ever had, besides the summer with the Dursley’s and the last day of school. Harry began to nibble on his cauliflower as the thought of the demon came into his mind.
“Hermione, do you think he is still there?” Hermione, who was reading a book from the library, looked over the top of the book and raised her eyebrows.
“Who? The demon? I don’t think so. He would have left by now. The teachers searched the whole castle. They wouldn’t have been over looked an unused, empty bathroom.” Ron shoveled another fork full of food into his mouth and shrugged.
“Ew ‘ev’r ‘o.” The girl slapped his chest and rolled her eyes in disgust.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Ron shrugged again and the three once again fell into silence as they ate their fill. How did the demon get out? If he did, did he go into the forest? What if he was still there, had the teachers really over looked the bathroom? Questions and thoughts filled his already filled mind and gave him a massive headache. The demon could still be in pain, and even if he was a death eater, he has to be good if he refused to rejoin Voldemort. Hermione seemed to know what he was thinking because she looked at him and said in a stern voice,
“All demons are bad. They have no hearts and they kill without thinking. You think dementors are bad? These guys are ten times worse. Don’t press the subject anymore, okay? I don’t want to save your behind if you get into trouble.” Ron snorted with laughter as pudding fell out of his mouth. Harry looked at Ron in disbelief and flung a spoonful of it at his face.
“Hey! What was that for?” Harry gathered his books and bid his friends good night and went up to the common room. The demon’s face floated in his mind as he tried to sleep later on that night. What if he was still there? Harry looked over to the other beds to make sure everyone was there and asleep. He got out of bed and put on his sneakers and grabbed his invisibility cloak from his trunk.
“Up for another adventure, friend?” he asked the piece of cloth as he tip toed into the common room. According to his wristwatch, it was almost three thirty and luckily, no one was in the room. He placed the cloak over him and exited the portal into the hall. Myrtle’s bathroom was two floors down and on the other side of the castle, so it would take him only ten or fifteen minutes to get there, depending on traffic, stair case movement and luck.
Harry quietly walked down the halls of the school, wishing he had brought the Marauders map with him, but seeing as he was two halls away, he kept on going. As he neared the door, his feet splashed among the water on the floor.
‘Myrtle must have been throwing a fit earlier today,’ he thought and tiptoed around the mess and to the steel door with a ‘Do not enter’ sign in big red letters. He opened the door slowly and stepped in the dark lavatory and closed the door behind him just as carefully. Harry for sure knew it was still there, for heavy breathing and whimpering was echoing throughout the room. Taking off his cloak, he placed it on the ground next to the door.
“Oh, Harry, such a wonderful surprise,” said the bubbly voice of Myrtle as she floated through on of the doors of the farthest stall.
“Hello Myrtle,” Harry greeted uneasily. He was scared to know if the demon would attack him. He didn’t think of bringing his wand for protection and now Harry was having second thoughts about it.
“What brings you here?” She looked at Harry and with a high pitch wail, she laughed and giggled.
“I see. You wanted to see him, hm? Poor thing rushed in here and was literally on the brink of death before his transformation was complete.” Harry went wide eyed and tried to get past a lump that formed within his throat. He transformed?
“Transformed? Why? Into what?” Myrtle shrugged and floated above the stalls, peeking into the last one with sympathetic eyes.
“He got bitten by a werewolf. He transformed, but he still hasn’t changed back.” Harry looked at Myrtle and then to the last stall where the heavy breathing seemed to be coming from. Harry took slow steps toward the other side of the room and as quietly as he could, Harry reached for the handle.
“DON’T!” The suddenness and anger of the voice made the boy jump back in surprise. He clutched his chest to rest his beating heart and sat down against the sinks. The breathing stopped and all was quiet. Myrtle sat next to Harry and ‘rested’ her head on his shoulder. A shiver went through Harry as her cool plasma form touched him and out of fear. The demon could and would kill him.
“What do you want, wizard..?” The voice was a low growl and was quiet. Harry lost his own and opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. After some time, Harry summoned up all his courage and spoke out.
“Are you.. Youko Kurama?” The question was an obvious one and made Harry mentally kick himself. Of course it was, who else would it be?“Who wants to know?” Harry drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them.
“Harry Potter.” Again, there was silence. Not a sound came from either end of the conversation, except for the humming of Myrtle as she listened carefully to the two living beings.
“Harry Potter..? Well, it’s a pleasure. Yes… I am.” The voice sounded tired and weak, and Harry didn’t wish to keep up the conversation for long.
“Youko… Why are you here?” The demon was silent again and Myrtle seemed to stop singing as well. Only the dripping of water from the leaking sinks could be heard.
“I don’t know. What are you doing here?” Harry was about to say he went to school here, but realized he meant in the closed girls bathroom. Should he tell him of his dreams and the connection they shared? Of how much he knew of the great fox demon?
“I’ve been having dreams, Youko. Dreams about you. Recently, I’ve experienced a sudden pain last night, during the full moon. It happened after I had a dream or vision of you and Snape talking. I saw you flee into the castle and into this bathroom. .” Harry fell silent and waited for a reply, but none came, not even a sigh or breathing. Harry panicked and stood up slowly. He reached for the door handle once again.
“I SAID DON’T!” Harry this time didn’t withdraw his hand. He summoned up all his courage once again.
“You need help, Youko.” The being from behind the closed door growled menacingly and moved slightly. Then a thud and a whimper replaced the movement and growling. Harry opened the door and stared into the small area, but quickly closed and pressed his back against the door in shock. Eyes wide and gut in knots, Harry stumbled to the other wall and closed his eyes.
“Stupid human… You think your kind… Can help… Me?” The noise from inside the stall started up again and the demon crashed through the stall and fell on the floor in a mess. Harry tried to keep his fear in check, but his mind was panicking. The creature in front of him wasn’t the one from his dreams. This one was different.
“You want to see me this badly? See the monster I’ve become?” The thing stood up slowly and towered over Harry. Myrtle stared at him in horror and began to cry. Harry looked over to her and she wailed loudly and went crashing into the toilet and down the drains.
“I-I’m sorry! I just..” Harry was cut off by Kurama whose face was nearly touching his. Indeed, this wasn’t the man he saw in his dreams. The demon in his dreams looked almost human, but this thing was far from it. It was covered in long shaggy silver hair from head to claws. Its eyes were red with anger and massive talons protruded from the hands and feet that were now paws. The thing that intrigued Harry was that he had five long tails instead of one . He had a wolf like snout and a mouth lined with huge, razor sharp fangs.
At first, Harry feared the Kurama in front of him, but soon the fear turned to sympathy and passion. Harry felt so horrible about the current condition the demon was in. It must have been truly painful, emotionally and physically, to go through such a transformation.
“I’m sorry, Youko.” The demon growled, but withdrew and slunk back into another stall. Harry walked up to the demon and placed his hand on his back. Kurama cringed, but then turned towards Harry.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.” Though Harry knew it should have been the other way around, and Kurama reassuring his safety. Harry was going to need help with this for sure. He didn’t want to tell the Order, but he, Ron and Hermione couldn’t do this by themselves.
“I’ll help you, as well as my friends. We won’t let them get you.” Kurama’s expression softened and retreated back into the protection of the stall. Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak and put it over his body.
“I’ll be back in the morning, Kurama. Please, don’t go anywhere!” There was no reply, but Harry knew he understood. Harry left the closed bathroom and ran back to the Gryffindor common room to wake up Ron and Hermione. He knew they wouldn’t be very happy about it, but he needed to tell them about his encounter with Youko Kurama.
“Caprus Draconas,” he whispered to the fat lady. The painting looked around sleepily.
“Who’s that?” Harry took off his cloak and said the password again.
“What are you doing out so late?” The fat lady placed her hands on her hips, apparently not please about being woken up in the dead of the night.
“Detention with Snape.” The lady opened the door and he climbed in and rushed up to the fifth year’s room. He rushed up to Ron’s bed and shook him roughly.
“Wake up Ron!” Ron only snorted and rolled over. Harry took his blankets and pillow, but still he didn’t wake up. There was only one thing to do.
“Ron, Fleur is here,” he whispered as seriously as he could, and as predicted, Ron shot up and looked around desperately. Harry snickered and threw his pillow in his face.
“Get up, I’ve got to tell you something.” Ron groaned and stood up slowly, but Harry was already out the door and knocking on the girl’s room. After a minute or two, Lavender opened the door, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
“Harry? What do you want?” Harry asked for Hermione and the girl went off to fetch her. The two boys went down to the common room and sat around the fire and waited for Hermione. When she finally came down, she glared angrily at them.
“This better be good.”
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Botan and Hiei found themselves soon wandering aimlessly around a very dark and very scary forest. This wasn’t any ordinary dark and scary though, this was very dark and scary. Not even in Makai was the darkness as dark as this. Hiei felt the change in the air as they were walking down the tunnel to the entrance to the forest. This wasn’t a good place to be, and being raised in Makai by himself, he never felt this before.
“Um, are you sure it is this way, Hiei?” The fire imp didn’t answer her, and stopped to look around. They were lost, and Hiei’s jagan not working wasn’t a good sign either. A rustle from the rush behind her, made Botan cry in surprise and rush behind Hiei, who rolled his eyes and continued to walk to Kami knows where.
“Hiei, are we lost,” she repeated her question demandingly, this time demanding an answer. If she had to, she could call Koemna to ask for directions.
“No.” That was a lie and a half. Botan rolled her eyes. Men and their hatred for asking for help. Why couldn’t they just buck up and ask?
‘And they say women are complicated?’ She thought. The forest creaked and howled as they pressed on. The trees started to become thinner and the sky was seen through patches of empty treetop. This was a good sign hopefully. From the light in the sky, it was close to five in the morning, a little later. The two had been looking for a way out all night and finally they found it. Hiei stopped Botan and pointed to a yellow glow. Botan squinted and leaned forward a bit. The light was coming from a nice hut at the edge of the forest. The ferry girl almost squealed in delight.
“Don’t make a scene, woman,” Hiei warned as they neared the house. From inside a nervous hound dog sat by the window facing the forest looked into the trees and whimpering. Hagrid looked up from his Daily Prophet and walked over to the window. Hagrid had a feeling something was in there and the sudden feeling of dé ja vu set in.
“Same as before,” he muttered hoarsely and grabbed his bow and a few arrows. It was another demon most likely. Why were they suddenly popping up and especially at Hogwarts? Just then, Fang began to bark loudly and jumped off the sill and to the door. A woman’s squeal came from outside and Hagrid pulled fang back.
“Fang! Go lay down ye stupi’ mutt!” He went to the door, but the people who were there were no students. Hagrid pointed his bow at the two and glared down at them. One was a blue haired young woman and the other was a short man with spiky hair. The girl laughed uneasily and hid behind the short man.
“Um, sorry to bother you, but my friend and I were looking for a place to stay..” She smiled uneasily. The other just glared at Hagrid with unblinking eyes and a nasty look plastered on his face. Being half-giant, Hagrid acquired the ability to sense anything hostile from people, and the strong presence of demon energy emitted from the two strangers.
“I don’t trust demons.” The girl laughed again, only this time it wasn’t false.
“Hiei isn’t at all mean. As long as I’m here, he is harmless. He just doesn’t want to be here.” Hagrid looked at the two and lowered his weapon.
“What do ye wan’?”
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YEAH! Another chapter up! I feel happy now! I hope you did enjoy this chapter and I did make it to three and a half pages, but I have to page four!
Finally, Harry and Kurama meet and Hiei and Botan are at Hogwarts! What will happen and why isn’t Kurama back to normal yet? Why? Because I’m evil. O>=D Review! Please and thank you!
I think my writing is a lot better in this chapter, hopefully, but if I can make more improvements, do not hesitate to say something. Oh and pardon me, but I had no clue how to spell de ja vu, and it wouldn’t tell me.. DX
Anyway, here is the story, and I hope this will make a lot of you happy! My aim is for four pages in font 10, and I am going to get there, even if it takes all day and night!
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It was a bleak day outside and inside the school and nothing could have been done about the foreboding heaviness in the air. Harry had kept to his classes and tried not to think about the hairs sticking up on his neck and the glances the teachers gave him when he looked at them. The calm before a storm, and this storm, he had a feeling that it would be big.
The three had not had a chance to discuss Myrtles bathroom all day, and it was already potion’s class, the last of the day. The room was brimming with steam and funny smells, and Snape was as radiant as ever, his sour expression showed that he did not sleep much and was in one of his bad moods. Ron and Hermione must have noticed this for all three stayed pretty quiet during his class and only talked when he called on them. Hermione did not even raise her hand to answer questions, much to Slytherin’s amusement and Snape’s as well.
They had to create an advanced duplicate potion this period, and it was going pretty well for the most part. Neville somehow managed to melt his cauldron again, his shoes and Harry’s left sleeve. Both braced themselves for Snape.
“How could on boy create such a mess? How many times must I tell you to follow directs and place the ingredients in correct order, Longbottom! Neville cringed at his last name as Snape spat it out as if it was poison. Harry would have said something but stayed quiet.
“And you Potter. I pair him up with someone to make sure these mistakes don’t happen. You are as empty headed as him. Fifteen points from Gryffindor.” He walked back to his desk leaving the two dumbfounded and angry. Harry clenched his fists, but kept his rage in check and helped Neville clean up the mess, and pulled out his own cauldron to continue. For the rest of the day, Neville kept to handing Harry ingredients instead of skinning or chopping them, and placed them in only to let Harry stir it.
The day was soon over when they packed up their books and left the dungeons and up to the Great hall for dinner. It was a good thing it was a Friday or Harry would have screamed in frustration at enduring another class. Ron, Hermione and Harry sat down at the less crowded end of the Gryffindor table and helped themselves to some roast beef and potatoes.
“Man, this day,” Ron huffed finally after swallowing his meat. Hermione and Harry nodded and agreed with their red headed friend. This was one of the worst days Harry had ever had, besides the summer with the Dursley’s and the last day of school. Harry began to nibble on his cauliflower as the thought of the demon came into his mind.
“Hermione, do you think he is still there?” Hermione, who was reading a book from the library, looked over the top of the book and raised her eyebrows.
“Who? The demon? I don’t think so. He would have left by now. The teachers searched the whole castle. They wouldn’t have been over looked an unused, empty bathroom.” Ron shoveled another fork full of food into his mouth and shrugged.
“Ew ‘ev’r ‘o.” The girl slapped his chest and rolled her eyes in disgust.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Ron shrugged again and the three once again fell into silence as they ate their fill. How did the demon get out? If he did, did he go into the forest? What if he was still there, had the teachers really over looked the bathroom? Questions and thoughts filled his already filled mind and gave him a massive headache. The demon could still be in pain, and even if he was a death eater, he has to be good if he refused to rejoin Voldemort. Hermione seemed to know what he was thinking because she looked at him and said in a stern voice,
“All demons are bad. They have no hearts and they kill without thinking. You think dementors are bad? These guys are ten times worse. Don’t press the subject anymore, okay? I don’t want to save your behind if you get into trouble.” Ron snorted with laughter as pudding fell out of his mouth. Harry looked at Ron in disbelief and flung a spoonful of it at his face.
“Hey! What was that for?” Harry gathered his books and bid his friends good night and went up to the common room. The demon’s face floated in his mind as he tried to sleep later on that night. What if he was still there? Harry looked over to the other beds to make sure everyone was there and asleep. He got out of bed and put on his sneakers and grabbed his invisibility cloak from his trunk.
“Up for another adventure, friend?” he asked the piece of cloth as he tip toed into the common room. According to his wristwatch, it was almost three thirty and luckily, no one was in the room. He placed the cloak over him and exited the portal into the hall. Myrtle’s bathroom was two floors down and on the other side of the castle, so it would take him only ten or fifteen minutes to get there, depending on traffic, stair case movement and luck.
Harry quietly walked down the halls of the school, wishing he had brought the Marauders map with him, but seeing as he was two halls away, he kept on going. As he neared the door, his feet splashed among the water on the floor.
‘Myrtle must have been throwing a fit earlier today,’ he thought and tiptoed around the mess and to the steel door with a ‘Do not enter’ sign in big red letters. He opened the door slowly and stepped in the dark lavatory and closed the door behind him just as carefully. Harry for sure knew it was still there, for heavy breathing and whimpering was echoing throughout the room. Taking off his cloak, he placed it on the ground next to the door.
“Oh, Harry, such a wonderful surprise,” said the bubbly voice of Myrtle as she floated through on of the doors of the farthest stall.
“Hello Myrtle,” Harry greeted uneasily. He was scared to know if the demon would attack him. He didn’t think of bringing his wand for protection and now Harry was having second thoughts about it.
“What brings you here?” She looked at Harry and with a high pitch wail, she laughed and giggled.
“I see. You wanted to see him, hm? Poor thing rushed in here and was literally on the brink of death before his transformation was complete.” Harry went wide eyed and tried to get past a lump that formed within his throat. He transformed?
“Transformed? Why? Into what?” Myrtle shrugged and floated above the stalls, peeking into the last one with sympathetic eyes.
“He got bitten by a werewolf. He transformed, but he still hasn’t changed back.” Harry looked at Myrtle and then to the last stall where the heavy breathing seemed to be coming from. Harry took slow steps toward the other side of the room and as quietly as he could, Harry reached for the handle.
“DON’T!” The suddenness and anger of the voice made the boy jump back in surprise. He clutched his chest to rest his beating heart and sat down against the sinks. The breathing stopped and all was quiet. Myrtle sat next to Harry and ‘rested’ her head on his shoulder. A shiver went through Harry as her cool plasma form touched him and out of fear. The demon could and would kill him.
“What do you want, wizard..?” The voice was a low growl and was quiet. Harry lost his own and opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. After some time, Harry summoned up all his courage and spoke out.
“Are you.. Youko Kurama?” The question was an obvious one and made Harry mentally kick himself. Of course it was, who else would it be?“Who wants to know?” Harry drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them.
“Harry Potter.” Again, there was silence. Not a sound came from either end of the conversation, except for the humming of Myrtle as she listened carefully to the two living beings.
“Harry Potter..? Well, it’s a pleasure. Yes… I am.” The voice sounded tired and weak, and Harry didn’t wish to keep up the conversation for long.
“Youko… Why are you here?” The demon was silent again and Myrtle seemed to stop singing as well. Only the dripping of water from the leaking sinks could be heard.
“I don’t know. What are you doing here?” Harry was about to say he went to school here, but realized he meant in the closed girls bathroom. Should he tell him of his dreams and the connection they shared? Of how much he knew of the great fox demon?
“I’ve been having dreams, Youko. Dreams about you. Recently, I’ve experienced a sudden pain last night, during the full moon. It happened after I had a dream or vision of you and Snape talking. I saw you flee into the castle and into this bathroom. .” Harry fell silent and waited for a reply, but none came, not even a sigh or breathing. Harry panicked and stood up slowly. He reached for the door handle once again.
“I SAID DON’T!” Harry this time didn’t withdraw his hand. He summoned up all his courage once again.
“You need help, Youko.” The being from behind the closed door growled menacingly and moved slightly. Then a thud and a whimper replaced the movement and growling. Harry opened the door and stared into the small area, but quickly closed and pressed his back against the door in shock. Eyes wide and gut in knots, Harry stumbled to the other wall and closed his eyes.
“Stupid human… You think your kind… Can help… Me?” The noise from inside the stall started up again and the demon crashed through the stall and fell on the floor in a mess. Harry tried to keep his fear in check, but his mind was panicking. The creature in front of him wasn’t the one from his dreams. This one was different.
“You want to see me this badly? See the monster I’ve become?” The thing stood up slowly and towered over Harry. Myrtle stared at him in horror and began to cry. Harry looked over to her and she wailed loudly and went crashing into the toilet and down the drains.
“I-I’m sorry! I just..” Harry was cut off by Kurama whose face was nearly touching his. Indeed, this wasn’t the man he saw in his dreams. The demon in his dreams looked almost human, but this thing was far from it. It was covered in long shaggy silver hair from head to claws. Its eyes were red with anger and massive talons protruded from the hands and feet that were now paws. The thing that intrigued Harry was that he had five long tails instead of one . He had a wolf like snout and a mouth lined with huge, razor sharp fangs.
At first, Harry feared the Kurama in front of him, but soon the fear turned to sympathy and passion. Harry felt so horrible about the current condition the demon was in. It must have been truly painful, emotionally and physically, to go through such a transformation.
“I’m sorry, Youko.” The demon growled, but withdrew and slunk back into another stall. Harry walked up to the demon and placed his hand on his back. Kurama cringed, but then turned towards Harry.
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.” Though Harry knew it should have been the other way around, and Kurama reassuring his safety. Harry was going to need help with this for sure. He didn’t want to tell the Order, but he, Ron and Hermione couldn’t do this by themselves.
“I’ll help you, as well as my friends. We won’t let them get you.” Kurama’s expression softened and retreated back into the protection of the stall. Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak and put it over his body.
“I’ll be back in the morning, Kurama. Please, don’t go anywhere!” There was no reply, but Harry knew he understood. Harry left the closed bathroom and ran back to the Gryffindor common room to wake up Ron and Hermione. He knew they wouldn’t be very happy about it, but he needed to tell them about his encounter with Youko Kurama.
“Caprus Draconas,” he whispered to the fat lady. The painting looked around sleepily.
“Who’s that?” Harry took off his cloak and said the password again.
“What are you doing out so late?” The fat lady placed her hands on her hips, apparently not please about being woken up in the dead of the night.
“Detention with Snape.” The lady opened the door and he climbed in and rushed up to the fifth year’s room. He rushed up to Ron’s bed and shook him roughly.
“Wake up Ron!” Ron only snorted and rolled over. Harry took his blankets and pillow, but still he didn’t wake up. There was only one thing to do.
“Ron, Fleur is here,” he whispered as seriously as he could, and as predicted, Ron shot up and looked around desperately. Harry snickered and threw his pillow in his face.
“Get up, I’ve got to tell you something.” Ron groaned and stood up slowly, but Harry was already out the door and knocking on the girl’s room. After a minute or two, Lavender opened the door, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
“Harry? What do you want?” Harry asked for Hermione and the girl went off to fetch her. The two boys went down to the common room and sat around the fire and waited for Hermione. When she finally came down, she glared angrily at them.
“This better be good.”
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Botan and Hiei found themselves soon wandering aimlessly around a very dark and very scary forest. This wasn’t any ordinary dark and scary though, this was very dark and scary. Not even in Makai was the darkness as dark as this. Hiei felt the change in the air as they were walking down the tunnel to the entrance to the forest. This wasn’t a good place to be, and being raised in Makai by himself, he never felt this before.
“Um, are you sure it is this way, Hiei?” The fire imp didn’t answer her, and stopped to look around. They were lost, and Hiei’s jagan not working wasn’t a good sign either. A rustle from the rush behind her, made Botan cry in surprise and rush behind Hiei, who rolled his eyes and continued to walk to Kami knows where.
“Hiei, are we lost,” she repeated her question demandingly, this time demanding an answer. If she had to, she could call Koemna to ask for directions.
“No.” That was a lie and a half. Botan rolled her eyes. Men and their hatred for asking for help. Why couldn’t they just buck up and ask?
‘And they say women are complicated?’ She thought. The forest creaked and howled as they pressed on. The trees started to become thinner and the sky was seen through patches of empty treetop. This was a good sign hopefully. From the light in the sky, it was close to five in the morning, a little later. The two had been looking for a way out all night and finally they found it. Hiei stopped Botan and pointed to a yellow glow. Botan squinted and leaned forward a bit. The light was coming from a nice hut at the edge of the forest. The ferry girl almost squealed in delight.
“Don’t make a scene, woman,” Hiei warned as they neared the house. From inside a nervous hound dog sat by the window facing the forest looked into the trees and whimpering. Hagrid looked up from his Daily Prophet and walked over to the window. Hagrid had a feeling something was in there and the sudden feeling of dé ja vu set in.
“Same as before,” he muttered hoarsely and grabbed his bow and a few arrows. It was another demon most likely. Why were they suddenly popping up and especially at Hogwarts? Just then, Fang began to bark loudly and jumped off the sill and to the door. A woman’s squeal came from outside and Hagrid pulled fang back.
“Fang! Go lay down ye stupi’ mutt!” He went to the door, but the people who were there were no students. Hagrid pointed his bow at the two and glared down at them. One was a blue haired young woman and the other was a short man with spiky hair. The girl laughed uneasily and hid behind the short man.
“Um, sorry to bother you, but my friend and I were looking for a place to stay..” She smiled uneasily. The other just glared at Hagrid with unblinking eyes and a nasty look plastered on his face. Being half-giant, Hagrid acquired the ability to sense anything hostile from people, and the strong presence of demon energy emitted from the two strangers.
“I don’t trust demons.” The girl laughed again, only this time it wasn’t false.
“Hiei isn’t at all mean. As long as I’m here, he is harmless. He just doesn’t want to be here.” Hagrid looked at the two and lowered his weapon.
“What do ye wan’?”
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YEAH! Another chapter up! I feel happy now! I hope you did enjoy this chapter and I did make it to three and a half pages, but I have to page four!
Finally, Harry and Kurama meet and Hiei and Botan are at Hogwarts! What will happen and why isn’t Kurama back to normal yet? Why? Because I’m evil. O>=D Review! Please and thank you!
I think my writing is a lot better in this chapter, hopefully, but if I can make more improvements, do not hesitate to say something. Oh and pardon me, but I had no clue how to spell de ja vu, and it wouldn’t tell me.. DX