For You

Abby Ebon

For Firehedgehog, happy b-day love. As reqested; Hiei/Harry, with past references to Hiei/Kurama. Somewhat...

Harry Potter 'The-Boy Who Lived', was a boy no longer- he had survived a war he didn't start- but sure as Hell finished, and more battles then he wished to count. He was twenty-five this autumn, and the only reason he has survived the last battle had been because of the memories of a millennium old Kitsune demon guiding him.

And the insistent interventions of his lover (he was also the past love of the Kitsune)...

Harry yawned, knowing he wouldn't escape the 'midnight musings' as his lover called them. Harry was toned after years of honing his body to become the perfect weapon, and yet he was scarred, and not just with the faded lighting-bold scar. He had been burned, cut, sliced, and once- skinned. The scars weren't something even the best of Healers could fix now - for they had gotten to him too late more oft then not.

He had feared any positive physical contact, sexual- or otherwise. He had been convinced that because of the scars- no matter how nice his face looked, his body would be pitied. Then when he turned twenty and it looked as if the war was to be lost…something incredible had happened.

Keh, you give me far too much credit Kit.

Kurama…

O.o.O.o.O.o.O

Twenty-year-old Harry woke suddenly and violently from a nightmare. There had been blood- so much blood, blood of Death Eaters slaughtered mercilessly…. Their blood was no different from an innocent- for they had died unknowledgeable in what they were doing.

Voldemort had had them try to summon something – a - a demon? Something with claws and teeth, but in spirit only… a fox? Harry shuddered trying hard to make since of the images, to place them in the right order, so he could write it.

Why am I writing it? Harry thought blankly for a moment- it was habit to write his dreams now, something he did unthinking. Surely though, this was nothing more then a dream? Voldemort wouldn't sacrifice so much for…for…Harry wrapped his arms around himself, knowing then that it was true- and knowing he must write it.

Whatever Voldemort had done…had gone…wrong. The demon was mad- and – and it had died, but not without taking out all of those who had summoned it, unknowing or not. Voldemort had not been among them…Harry cursed the monster - man or demon he didn't know which, perhaps both...

A cold chill crept along his spine, and the very air seemed to chill in seconds. After finishing writing the dream, Harry sat very still and listened in the silence, fearing the darkness and shadows - tamed as they were in his rooms, fearing it even to move to get his wand and cast a light-spell.

He had never felt this kind of unfounded fear before.

Forgive me…The voice whispered in his mind.

He was not alone.

Harry swallowed, and looked to the foot of his bed, he wanted to scream bloody murder and get away from the literal monster at the foot of the bed. It was a fox-spirit – yet it was huge, as big as a tall man, standing- and yet it was crouched and still huge.

It was silver furred, matted with blood and other things Harry didn't want to think about… with coldly vicious amber eyes that stared into his own. Frustrated at his terror it snarled at him, revealing it's fangs coated in the blood of its victims, which could (and had) tare a persons throat out- and had in fact done so this very night.

The demons form flickered and a man-that-wasn't-a-man-at-all now sat at the foot of his bed. They studied each other carefully; Harry saw that the man had white fox ears, and a tail, but he had the same cold amber eyes of the fox-spirit. His silver hair was clean- unlike his white garments which were covered in blood- as well as his arms. And mouth…

Harry felt sickened when the demon smirked and licked its lips and swallowed the blood there.

"Who are you?" Harry heard his voice waver- and the fox ears flicked in his direction. He took amusement in Harry's fear and Harry sat up and straitened, defiant, the demon chuckled, amused at him.

"I? I am born of Erie out of Hoshi, the Greatest of Demon Thieves, and the Kitsune Lord Kurama that is I." Harry sensed the demons approval in him- even if he didn't understand it.

"So your name is… Kurama?" Harry asked tentive, and Kurama nodded.

"Yes, and you need no introduction Far-Seer, I sensed you – for here you are strongest." Harry swallowed unconsciously, and the demon looked around his rooms- undoubtedly amused.

"So this is how the Greatest of Wizards lives, is it?" Kurama's golden eyes caught Harry's emerald ones.

"I am in need of assistance." Kurama said softly. Harry felt something pass between them – an understanding of predators, and Harry felt for the first time, some control of the situation return to him.

"What is it you need?" Harry asked legs crossed as he watched the powerful Demon Lord sitting across from him.

"A host, for without a powerful vessel I will cease to be. I ask to share your spirit." Harry realized that the demon was pleading with him, as much as its pride would let it- and found he pitied it. At least it asked to inhabit him…

"What would happen to me…us?" Harry asked unsure, Kurama seemed to sense this, and smiled slightly.

"We would be One, and yet Two. The reason I ask this Kit, is because I have grown used to being alive, and have been so for many millennia. I do not want to die." Kurama seemed ashamed of this, and seeing Harry's confusion explained. "Demons, like my self are supposed to expect to die. Yet if we live long enough, we become like mortals, not wanting to."

Harry nodded, not wanting to dive too deeply into demon mentality. "What are you now, if not alive?" Kurama seemed very alive to him, and solid enough to kill…

"I am little more then a powerful spirit, without a body- for that was left behind in the transfer of my soul here. Eventually even this spirit-essence of me would fade. Will you help me?" Kurama asked, the great furry tail swinging and passing through the bed post- proving Kurama's statement right.

"How can I know if you won't take my body over?" Harry asked, not meeting the demon's eyes. "I can not do such without your permission, nor can I overwhelm your soul or spirit, unless I am with you for many ages- and you let yourself fade…and that is not my intention. The Lesser Demons would do such- but I am a Demon Lord my spoken word is my contract."

"Contract…?" Harry asked startled, Kurama snorted, flicking his hair over a shoulder. "This is the Contract I offer mortal; I will inhabit your body and share your soul for as long as it takes to find my own. In return, I will protect you, soul, spirit, and body for the rest of your existence. Do you accept this?"

Harry's breath caught in his throat- this was a way to defeat Lord Voldemort, to protect his friends…

"I accept." Harry said with conviction, Kurama smirked- not unkindly, for he did not seem to know how to smile. "Very well, brace yourself."

Kurama reached out and touched his face, and Harry baffled, watched as the Demon Lord scooted closer- leaned in and…and…kissed him?! A second of a startling feeling then something stirred within him, and then agony as the demon's spirit melded with his own. When it was over Harry found himself curled into a fetal position, shaking in pain, as Kurama- for it could be no other, comforted him inside his- their very soul.

I am sorry Kit, there is no other way…

"Couldn't you have warned me?" Harry rasped into the air, he felt the demon's grim amusement.

I did.

Something told Harry that this was going to be a long-term type of humor on the demon's part. Harry tried to move and pain washed over him, as crushing as a tidal wave. He sighed, and knowing without knowing that while Kurama could heal him from most near-death injuries, this he could do nothing about.

So Harry endured it by sleeping- it was after all still night.

He awoke a week later.

AN: Don't look at me like that, I'm not done yet- and Fire, hope you like it!