Koenma narrowed his eyes at the screen, leaning forward as he used the remote to zoom in on the tiny pink beachball sitting in a high chair. It was currently wailing piteously and waving its arms.

"Uh, Sir?"

Koenma growled warningly and the ogre hugged the packet of papers to his chest.

"Is itsy Duddykins ready for his breakfastses?" a high pitch voice cooed off screen. "Such a big, strong boy--" The beachball paused crying to consider the new meal on its tray.

"What . . . is that?"

"Quiet. I told you I wasn't to be disturbed, Ogre."

"But King Enma--" George began.

Duddykins was starting to wail again.

His mother hurriedly took away the tray and the camera zoomed in on her rummaging in the pantry. "Here, would you like a chocolate biscuit, Duddykins? I'm sorry, I know you like bacon and eggs and scones, but we're in a hurry and I have an appointment to get . . . that, that boy's hair cut."

The woman sounded quite distressed, but Duddykins snatched the biscuit away and scrubbed away the tears. The two year old looked very pleased.

Behind Koenma, George coughed nervously into his hand. Hiding a smirk, Koenma shut down the screen and scowled as he turned to the blue ogre. "Now what is it?"

"Sir, your father sent these to you to look over--"

Three months later:

"GET HIM, YUUSUKE!"

"Sir, all this yelling is making me quite hungry. Would you like some yummy carrot sticks?"

Koenma crossed his arms and broke his gaze away from the Dark Tournament. "I asked you to get some fried squid, baka."

"But Sir, your Father placed you on a diet--"

Big, fat tears started to roll down the toddler's face. "Screw the diet! How often to Tournaments like this happen anyway!? I just wanted some fried squid, that's all-- I'm not even fat!"

George twiddled his fingers and looked nervous. ". . . Low fat popcorn?"

"OGRE!"

Koenma grinned evilly as he watched George scamper away down to the concession stands. Really, he must thank Dudley Dursley personally someday for the useful information he had gleaned from those films. Mastering tears was an extremely useful art. If only crying worked as well on King Enma as it did on George.

. Okay, that was awfully fun. And there's my first complete YYH drabble since I finished watching the entire show about a month and a half ago! (sighs wistfully)

I also know most crossovers have the spirit detectives going to Hogwarts in a variety of combinations, but I wanted to do something a little off the beaten track. Seriously though, how does Koenma set up video feeds on everything? Has he got minature cameras tied to the backs of invisible spirit insects or something? If not, whatever he has got is pretty ingenious to be able to work in all the places that video feed has been.