Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and The King of Thieves ❯ Chapter Nineteen ( Chapter 19 )
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Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 396 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 396 | Status: Work In Progress
Ah, summer is here! Days at the pool, hiking and camping! A time for family and band camp. A time to be little vampires and spend the whole two months in doors reading fan fiction and eating popcorn. So, here is the fan fiction, but you’ve got to provide your own popcorn on this one, folks.
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It only took Harry Potter ten minutes to explain what had happened in Myrtle’s bathroom to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Both friends were silent and in shock. Not only had he risked his life trying to find the demon, but threatened his school year as well! Both didn’t quite seem to get the point Harry wanted them to get.
“Listen. He needs our help,” Harry said in frustration over Hermione’s ranting and Ron’s questions like ‘What did he look like?’ and ‘Did he try to eat you?’.
“We can’t Harry. We could get hurt,” Harry sighed and slammed his fist on the sofa’s arm.
“He is hurt, and I promised I’d help him. He wont hurt us, I know he wont.” Ron fiddled with a string of thread coming off his pajamas and Hermione rolled her eyes at the stubborn teen. What good was helping him if he was immune to magic?
“Hermione, can you conjure up a first aid kit with a whole bunch of bandage wraps and stuff? If we can’t heal him with magic and potions, we can do it the old muggle way.” After much persuasion and a promise to study for the finals early, she finally agreed to help. Harry went to his bed as Hermione started with the kit and rummaged through his trunk and pulled out a large worn, but still useful, backpack (a Dudley hand-me-down of course) from when he went to muggle school. He had a feeling keeping the ragged old thing would come in handy. He gathered up a pillow and his blanket and stuffed it into it. He could only zipper it half way, but it wouldn’t be in their for long. As soon as he finished he grabbed the marauders map and raced into the common room where Hermione and Ron were waiting with the kit and the cloak.
“Let’s go. Hopefully we will still be able to fit.” Ron threw it over them and Harry inspected their feet. The three had to crouch real low for it to cover all of them completely, but they didn’t complain, only Ron did as they neared the bathroom that his back was hurting.
Their footsteps echoed down the halls and back and the snoring from the paintings surrounded the trio as they walked as quietly and as quickly as they could. Harry’s wrist watch read five thirty and the castle should be waking up soon.
They turned into the corridor with the bathroom and padded down the hall, taking Harry’s note and avoiding the water and entered the room quickly. The familiar heavy breathing could still be heard and Myrtle had returned, floating over the sink. She turned towards them and frowned.
“Do any of you get any sleep? Always running around the school, it’s a wonder you haven’t gotten into sever trouble yet.” She giggled and floated in front of the three. How many times had they thought of that same thing?
“Youko? It’s me, Harry. I’ve brought some help.” Myrtle rose up over the last stall and peered in. Her frown deepened and a whimper came from the wolf/fox.
“The poor thing. His body is trying to change back, but he is too weak,” she said and then disappeared into the sink. Ron and Hermione hesitated and walked up to the last stall.
“Hello,” Hermione said quietly. Her voice was shaking with fear, and the demon only chuckled, his voice sounded more human a grow only an hour ago.
“ Don’t be afraid little girl.” Harry pulled out the blanket and pillow and handed it to Hermione.
“W-we brought you s-something to make you more comfortable.” Hermione’s voice still shock with fear, and Ron stood near the wall eyeing the stall like a giant spider would jump out any moment.
“You humans always showed me more compassion that I deserve. Why help me?” The latch on the door clicked and it opened slowly, revealing a less monster-ish Kurama. He was down to seven feet tall, and his eyes returned to their golden state, and those strange wings disappeared. He was almost back to normal, except for the overly large claws and semi-hairy body. He collapsed onto the floor and whimpered in pain. Hermione kneeled down next to him and cradled his head in her arms. Ron eyed the demon and stepped forward.
“D-don’t trust him, Hermione! H-he could be faking.” The other two didn’t seem to hear him, and had already laid his head on the pillow and covered him with the blanket Harry had brought. Ron reddened and sighed angrily.
“Are you two listening?” Both turned to him.
“What?” Ron glared evilly at them and pulled out the pumpkin juice he snuck into the kit and handed it to them.
“Thought he’d be thirsty.”
It was almost seven o’clock when the fox was placed comfortably in the his ‘bed’. The looked at the three as they poured him pumpkin juice and put on fresh bandages for his cuts.
“Youko, I have a question to ask you.” The demon smiled and focused his gaze on him.
“You just did.” Harry smiled at the small joke and sat down next to Kurama’s head. Hermione sat on the other side while Ron sat next to Harry. Hermione busied herself by rubbing his ears gently, making him purr with delight and lean into the touch.
“Are you a death eater?” Youko took his time to answer the question. Was he or not? He wasn’t sure himself.
“I’m not sure.” Youko closed his eyes thoughtfully.
I do not remember. Was I one of them? Kurama opened his eyes once again and looked at the three.
“I was.. For a friend.”
Harry put his cloak in his back pack and poked his head out of the door way to make sure the coast was clear. When no one was around the three left the bathroom and made their way back up to Gryffindor. An hour later, they were down stairs in the great hall, picking at their breakfast and trying not to go unconscious and land face first into their oatmeal. Kurama hadn’t told them much, but he did give enough for them to trust him for now.
Even with the dark mark, he was still an enemy, and the possibility of him turning against them were just as high as Neville acing Potions. They still had no clue why he joined up with them in the first place.
I was.. For a friend. What did that mean, and who was his friend?
“This is horrible. I don’t think I’ll have the attention span to pay attention today,” Ron complained and turned green as he looked at his food.
“We can nap when we get to History with Binns,” Hermione said through closed teeth. Her chin was resting on her palm as she tried to read a book from the library, Spells and Incantations For The Few by Debra Kobbles. She closed the book and yawned widely. They were so tired that they didn’t quite catch Hermione’s comment and the words ‘we can’ and ‘nap’. They shakily stood and made their way to their first lesson with Hagrid.
They crossed the gray lawns towards the edge of the forest where Hagrid held his classes. The day was exceptionally bleak and musty, but it couldn’t be worse since they had Hagrid with Slytherin. Just as they neared the crow of students, the snide voice of Draco Malfoy could be heard.
“My father was furious when he heard of the demon in the school. He told Dumbledore he would be searching the castle himself…” Harry groaned and rubbed his eyes in annoyance.
“Could you shut up about your father for once Malfoy? You’re giving us all a headache.” The blonde glared at him and smirked evilly.
“Or what? Going to send your mud-blood friends on me?” Ron growled and Harry glared at him. They stood face to face, not one of them blinking or moving. Just then Hagrid came out of his hut and broke up the fight.
“Now now you two. Quit fighting and all you listen up.” Hermione tapped the two on the shoulder and beckoned for them to lean in closer.
“Did you two just see that in Hagrid’s hut?” They looked into the window of the house and tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible. Nothing was their except the face of Fang. Harry looked through another window and saw a small flash of light blue. What could that have been? He saw it again, and it drew Fangs attention and he disappeared into the dark house.
“The blue thing,” he whispered to Hermione. She nodded and they snuck to the hut and around to the pumpkin patch, and hid beneath the sill of the open window. From inside voices could be heard. The three could only listen in on their conversation.
“.. But what if they find him before we do? What if he isn’t even in the school,” a high girls voice asked. She was worried by the tone of her voice and the quick footsteps from inside indicated that she was pacing.
“Sit down, woman. If he isn’t in the castle, we’ll search the forest. If he isn’t there, the wizards have him.” The man’s voice sounded calm and annoyed., probably at the girls movement. The three slowly peeked over the sill and into the hut and saw two strange looking people sitting in Hagrid’s hut. One was dressed in all black and with tall, spiky hair, and the other was dressed in a weird pink dress with her hair tied up in a pony tail.
“What if their ministry has him? Or the death eaters? Hiei, you may have forgotten, but neither your third eye nor spirit worlds tools can track any thing or anyone in the magical world. They are protected by a special barrier to prevent any one from finding them, including Koenma and his father!” Hiei just closed his eyes and sighed, tapping his fingers in thought.
“That may be the case, but don’t forget about my sense of smell, ferry girl. My senses aren’t as dull as humans. It would take longer, but I could still find him.” The girl seemed to doubt that and sat down across from the man. They sat in silence until the guy in black spoke up.
“Curiosity killed the wizards and witch, you know. Go back to class.” The three stiffened and ducked down low. Foot steps from inside came to the window and the woman’s bubbly voice filled the air.
“Why, hello there.” She smiled down at the three as they stared up at her in shock. They knew they were there without even looking, and while they didn’t even make a sound. She took their hands and shook them roughly.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you three. Why aren’t you with Hagrid and his class?” The three stood up straight and at once the three tried to explain at the same time. Botan laughed and stopped them with the wave of her hands.
“They saw you pacing you stupid woman,” the man in black said irritably and eyed them suspiciously. Hagrid’s voice could be heard from the forest as he asked the other students where those three were.
“Who are you,” Harry asked bluntly at the two strangers in their good friends hut. The girl laughed a bit more and patted them on the head.
“He reminds me of Yusuke. Blunt and to the point. I’m Botan and this is Hiei. We don’t know why we are here in this place exactly, but we are looking for a friend of ours.” Could they be looking for Kurama? If so, could they be demons as well? The girl was too bubbly, but they seemed suspicious enough.
“You aren’t looking for a seven foot fox demon, would you?” Ron’s question drew both of their attention, but Hiei looked towards the forest suddenly.
“You better go. The half breed giant is coming.” The three soon heard the heavy footsteps of Hagrid and ran around the hut to meet him as he trudged to his home. As soon as he spotted them he stopped and looked down at them sternly.
“An’ where were you three? I though’ I saw ye when class star’ed, an’ then ye disappeared!” Hermione, being the cleverest witch in her class came up with a wonderful excuse.
“I forgot my books in the Gryffindor common room and we were stopped by McGonagall on our way back.” Hagrid seemed to believe the story (how could you not believe Hermione?) and took them back to the forest where the other students were. The class was reviewing over chapter two that period, and it wasn’t going any faster than it was. Not that dangerous and magical monsters weren’t fascinating, it was just hard to concentrate when you know two demons are in your teachers and friends hut, looking for a weakened demon in an out of order girls bathroom.
After class, they hurried back to Hagrid’s hut, and they were still there. Harry entered the house first and stared at the two people, who stared back.
“Oh, hello again! My, it’s been such a long time,” The girl sang out in a bubbly voice. Ron stared at her in awe and smiled sheepishly.
“You’re looking for Kurama, right?” Hiei and Botan gave them that same look they gave the three before.
“How do you know about him? Is he still here?” Botan almost jumped them out of worry.
“We know where he is, yes, but--” They were interrupted when Hagrid came into the hut and looked from each person to another.
“Harry, Ron, Hermione? Wha’ are you doin’ in here?” Harry explained to him and the friends of Kurama about everything that had been happening to him during the summer and where the demon is. Instantly Hiei and Botan stood up and went to the door.
“Take us to him,” Hiei ordered to the three and glared dangerously at them. He would, but it wasn’t even noon and the castle was busy with students and teachers. How could you take people through the castle without looking suspicious? Hagrid seemed to agree with this and went to get some tea.
“Know wha’ I think,” Hagrid said as he placed the kettle on the stove and started the fire, “I think ye should stay low fer now. Dumbledore will be on a look out an’ it won’t be good if ye get caught.” They told them to wait for them tonight and the three went on with their day, escorted back by their giant friend so they wouldn’t get into too much trouble with Flitwick.
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It only took Harry Potter ten minutes to explain what had happened in Myrtle’s bathroom to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Both friends were silent and in shock. Not only had he risked his life trying to find the demon, but threatened his school year as well! Both didn’t quite seem to get the point Harry wanted them to get.
“Listen. He needs our help,” Harry said in frustration over Hermione’s ranting and Ron’s questions like ‘What did he look like?’ and ‘Did he try to eat you?’.
“We can’t Harry. We could get hurt,” Harry sighed and slammed his fist on the sofa’s arm.
“He is hurt, and I promised I’d help him. He wont hurt us, I know he wont.” Ron fiddled with a string of thread coming off his pajamas and Hermione rolled her eyes at the stubborn teen. What good was helping him if he was immune to magic?
“Hermione, can you conjure up a first aid kit with a whole bunch of bandage wraps and stuff? If we can’t heal him with magic and potions, we can do it the old muggle way.” After much persuasion and a promise to study for the finals early, she finally agreed to help. Harry went to his bed as Hermione started with the kit and rummaged through his trunk and pulled out a large worn, but still useful, backpack (a Dudley hand-me-down of course) from when he went to muggle school. He had a feeling keeping the ragged old thing would come in handy. He gathered up a pillow and his blanket and stuffed it into it. He could only zipper it half way, but it wouldn’t be in their for long. As soon as he finished he grabbed the marauders map and raced into the common room where Hermione and Ron were waiting with the kit and the cloak.
“Let’s go. Hopefully we will still be able to fit.” Ron threw it over them and Harry inspected their feet. The three had to crouch real low for it to cover all of them completely, but they didn’t complain, only Ron did as they neared the bathroom that his back was hurting.
Their footsteps echoed down the halls and back and the snoring from the paintings surrounded the trio as they walked as quietly and as quickly as they could. Harry’s wrist watch read five thirty and the castle should be waking up soon.
They turned into the corridor with the bathroom and padded down the hall, taking Harry’s note and avoiding the water and entered the room quickly. The familiar heavy breathing could still be heard and Myrtle had returned, floating over the sink. She turned towards them and frowned.
“Do any of you get any sleep? Always running around the school, it’s a wonder you haven’t gotten into sever trouble yet.” She giggled and floated in front of the three. How many times had they thought of that same thing?
“Youko? It’s me, Harry. I’ve brought some help.” Myrtle rose up over the last stall and peered in. Her frown deepened and a whimper came from the wolf/fox.
“The poor thing. His body is trying to change back, but he is too weak,” she said and then disappeared into the sink. Ron and Hermione hesitated and walked up to the last stall.
“Hello,” Hermione said quietly. Her voice was shaking with fear, and the demon only chuckled, his voice sounded more human a grow only an hour ago.
“ Don’t be afraid little girl.” Harry pulled out the blanket and pillow and handed it to Hermione.
“W-we brought you s-something to make you more comfortable.” Hermione’s voice still shock with fear, and Ron stood near the wall eyeing the stall like a giant spider would jump out any moment.
“You humans always showed me more compassion that I deserve. Why help me?” The latch on the door clicked and it opened slowly, revealing a less monster-ish Kurama. He was down to seven feet tall, and his eyes returned to their golden state, and those strange wings disappeared. He was almost back to normal, except for the overly large claws and semi-hairy body. He collapsed onto the floor and whimpered in pain. Hermione kneeled down next to him and cradled his head in her arms. Ron eyed the demon and stepped forward.
“D-don’t trust him, Hermione! H-he could be faking.” The other two didn’t seem to hear him, and had already laid his head on the pillow and covered him with the blanket Harry had brought. Ron reddened and sighed angrily.
“Are you two listening?” Both turned to him.
“What?” Ron glared evilly at them and pulled out the pumpkin juice he snuck into the kit and handed it to them.
“Thought he’d be thirsty.”
It was almost seven o’clock when the fox was placed comfortably in the his ‘bed’. The looked at the three as they poured him pumpkin juice and put on fresh bandages for his cuts.
“Youko, I have a question to ask you.” The demon smiled and focused his gaze on him.
“You just did.” Harry smiled at the small joke and sat down next to Kurama’s head. Hermione sat on the other side while Ron sat next to Harry. Hermione busied herself by rubbing his ears gently, making him purr with delight and lean into the touch.
“Are you a death eater?” Youko took his time to answer the question. Was he or not? He wasn’t sure himself.
“I’m not sure.” Youko closed his eyes thoughtfully.
I do not remember. Was I one of them? Kurama opened his eyes once again and looked at the three.
“I was.. For a friend.”
Harry put his cloak in his back pack and poked his head out of the door way to make sure the coast was clear. When no one was around the three left the bathroom and made their way back up to Gryffindor. An hour later, they were down stairs in the great hall, picking at their breakfast and trying not to go unconscious and land face first into their oatmeal. Kurama hadn’t told them much, but he did give enough for them to trust him for now.
Even with the dark mark, he was still an enemy, and the possibility of him turning against them were just as high as Neville acing Potions. They still had no clue why he joined up with them in the first place.
I was.. For a friend. What did that mean, and who was his friend?
“This is horrible. I don’t think I’ll have the attention span to pay attention today,” Ron complained and turned green as he looked at his food.
“We can nap when we get to History with Binns,” Hermione said through closed teeth. Her chin was resting on her palm as she tried to read a book from the library, Spells and Incantations For The Few by Debra Kobbles. She closed the book and yawned widely. They were so tired that they didn’t quite catch Hermione’s comment and the words ‘we can’ and ‘nap’. They shakily stood and made their way to their first lesson with Hagrid.
They crossed the gray lawns towards the edge of the forest where Hagrid held his classes. The day was exceptionally bleak and musty, but it couldn’t be worse since they had Hagrid with Slytherin. Just as they neared the crow of students, the snide voice of Draco Malfoy could be heard.
“My father was furious when he heard of the demon in the school. He told Dumbledore he would be searching the castle himself…” Harry groaned and rubbed his eyes in annoyance.
“Could you shut up about your father for once Malfoy? You’re giving us all a headache.” The blonde glared at him and smirked evilly.
“Or what? Going to send your mud-blood friends on me?” Ron growled and Harry glared at him. They stood face to face, not one of them blinking or moving. Just then Hagrid came out of his hut and broke up the fight.
“Now now you two. Quit fighting and all you listen up.” Hermione tapped the two on the shoulder and beckoned for them to lean in closer.
“Did you two just see that in Hagrid’s hut?” They looked into the window of the house and tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible. Nothing was their except the face of Fang. Harry looked through another window and saw a small flash of light blue. What could that have been? He saw it again, and it drew Fangs attention and he disappeared into the dark house.
“The blue thing,” he whispered to Hermione. She nodded and they snuck to the hut and around to the pumpkin patch, and hid beneath the sill of the open window. From inside voices could be heard. The three could only listen in on their conversation.
“.. But what if they find him before we do? What if he isn’t even in the school,” a high girls voice asked. She was worried by the tone of her voice and the quick footsteps from inside indicated that she was pacing.
“Sit down, woman. If he isn’t in the castle, we’ll search the forest. If he isn’t there, the wizards have him.” The man’s voice sounded calm and annoyed., probably at the girls movement. The three slowly peeked over the sill and into the hut and saw two strange looking people sitting in Hagrid’s hut. One was dressed in all black and with tall, spiky hair, and the other was dressed in a weird pink dress with her hair tied up in a pony tail.
“What if their ministry has him? Or the death eaters? Hiei, you may have forgotten, but neither your third eye nor spirit worlds tools can track any thing or anyone in the magical world. They are protected by a special barrier to prevent any one from finding them, including Koenma and his father!” Hiei just closed his eyes and sighed, tapping his fingers in thought.
“That may be the case, but don’t forget about my sense of smell, ferry girl. My senses aren’t as dull as humans. It would take longer, but I could still find him.” The girl seemed to doubt that and sat down across from the man. They sat in silence until the guy in black spoke up.
“Curiosity killed the wizards and witch, you know. Go back to class.” The three stiffened and ducked down low. Foot steps from inside came to the window and the woman’s bubbly voice filled the air.
“Why, hello there.” She smiled down at the three as they stared up at her in shock. They knew they were there without even looking, and while they didn’t even make a sound. She took their hands and shook them roughly.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you three. Why aren’t you with Hagrid and his class?” The three stood up straight and at once the three tried to explain at the same time. Botan laughed and stopped them with the wave of her hands.
“They saw you pacing you stupid woman,” the man in black said irritably and eyed them suspiciously. Hagrid’s voice could be heard from the forest as he asked the other students where those three were.
“Who are you,” Harry asked bluntly at the two strangers in their good friends hut. The girl laughed a bit more and patted them on the head.
“He reminds me of Yusuke. Blunt and to the point. I’m Botan and this is Hiei. We don’t know why we are here in this place exactly, but we are looking for a friend of ours.” Could they be looking for Kurama? If so, could they be demons as well? The girl was too bubbly, but they seemed suspicious enough.
“You aren’t looking for a seven foot fox demon, would you?” Ron’s question drew both of their attention, but Hiei looked towards the forest suddenly.
“You better go. The half breed giant is coming.” The three soon heard the heavy footsteps of Hagrid and ran around the hut to meet him as he trudged to his home. As soon as he spotted them he stopped and looked down at them sternly.
“An’ where were you three? I though’ I saw ye when class star’ed, an’ then ye disappeared!” Hermione, being the cleverest witch in her class came up with a wonderful excuse.
“I forgot my books in the Gryffindor common room and we were stopped by McGonagall on our way back.” Hagrid seemed to believe the story (how could you not believe Hermione?) and took them back to the forest where the other students were. The class was reviewing over chapter two that period, and it wasn’t going any faster than it was. Not that dangerous and magical monsters weren’t fascinating, it was just hard to concentrate when you know two demons are in your teachers and friends hut, looking for a weakened demon in an out of order girls bathroom.
After class, they hurried back to Hagrid’s hut, and they were still there. Harry entered the house first and stared at the two people, who stared back.
“Oh, hello again! My, it’s been such a long time,” The girl sang out in a bubbly voice. Ron stared at her in awe and smiled sheepishly.
“You’re looking for Kurama, right?” Hiei and Botan gave them that same look they gave the three before.
“How do you know about him? Is he still here?” Botan almost jumped them out of worry.
“We know where he is, yes, but--” They were interrupted when Hagrid came into the hut and looked from each person to another.
“Harry, Ron, Hermione? Wha’ are you doin’ in here?” Harry explained to him and the friends of Kurama about everything that had been happening to him during the summer and where the demon is. Instantly Hiei and Botan stood up and went to the door.
“Take us to him,” Hiei ordered to the three and glared dangerously at them. He would, but it wasn’t even noon and the castle was busy with students and teachers. How could you take people through the castle without looking suspicious? Hagrid seemed to agree with this and went to get some tea.
“Know wha’ I think,” Hagrid said as he placed the kettle on the stove and started the fire, “I think ye should stay low fer now. Dumbledore will be on a look out an’ it won’t be good if ye get caught.” They told them to wait for them tonight and the three went on with their day, escorted back by their giant friend so they wouldn’t get into too much trouble with Flitwick.
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