Disclaimer: I do not own Yuu Yuu Hakusho or Harry Potter nor do I make any money from this piece of fan fiction.
Reader Warnings: Shounen-ai, lime, language, pairings: all standard canon pairings and Hiei x Kurama (Can't resist writing that one! =P)
AN: After reading a few good YYH/HP crossovers (namely, DemonUntilDeath's Keeping Quiet and JoIsBishMyoga's The Best Defense), and seeing a challenge posted on Forever Fandom, I have decided to have a go at crossing the two series. The story will be set in Year 5, and major changes will be made to accommodate the crossover. But no worries, I won't unnecessarily kill someone off. Sadly, I seem to have misplaced my hardcopy of Order of the Phoenix, and so I'm reduced to working with just chapter summaries. So, if I get some details wrong, please pardon me. On the YYH side, I'm setting it post-Dark Tournament, pre-Sensui.
Phoenix
Chapter 1: Spark
"Koenma-sama!" Jorge cried out from the other side of many stacks of paperwork on Koenma's desk. "Koenma-sama! Urgent message for you!"
"Yes, yes, Jorge, what is it?" a clearly annoyed junior god of hell snapped. "Can't you see I'm busy stamping papers?" Flip. Stamp. Flip. Stamp. Flip. Stamp.
"Sir, it's from Genkai!"
"Why didn't you say so sooner, Jorge?" Koenma hastily replied, turning to glare at the blue oni. "Where's the message?" Jorge quickly handed over the scroll, carefully gauging Koenma's reaction as the toddler deity's eyes flew down the writing. "Get me Botan!"
"Yes sir!"
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It had been a beautiful summer day, classes had just been let out for the summer, and all in all, Yuusuke could not think of a better way to spend that first glorious day than to go to the arcade for a few rounds of games. Happily walking down the street towards downtown, he instantly stopped and furrowed his eyebrows when he heard an all too familiar voice shout his name.
"Yuusuke! YUUU~SUKE!"
Looking around, it was clear that the person shouting his name was up in the air. Equally clear was that the no one else had heard the shout. Grumpily turning on a heel, Yuusuke turned around to come face to face with the frosty blue haired girl, who just so happened to be the Grim Reaper. "What does pacifier breath want this time? Can't we have a break? School's finally out for the year; it's the first day of summer, and damn it, I want to go hang out at the arcade!"
"Sorry, Yuusuke, Koenma-sama sent me to say emergency meeting at the temple tonight. You guys have a new mission."
"Bah, school just got out and now you want me to go to the temple?" he grumbled as he turned to walk to the nearest train station. "Fine, fine, but the world better be in deep shit or I'm outta there."
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Kurama grinned as he glanced through the postings for the last round of exams for the year. As expected, he was first. A "Kaito Yuu" was listed as second, not that Kurama had much contact with the guy. All the redhead knew was that Kaito was a quiet guy, tended to sit in the back of the class, and wore glasses. Not a particularly attractive fellow either, in the kitsune's opinion. Other students, recognizing the redhead, quickly turned to offer their congratulations and admiration.
Once he managed to leave his admirers behind, the fox happily sauntered through town, stopping at a convenience store to buy a package of self-congratulatory Inari-zushi. As he sat down in the park to enjoy his well-deserved snack – he was, after all, a kitsune[1] at soul – he heard a distinctly female voice from the air shouting "Kurama-kun! Taihen de~su[2]!"
Looking up, he recognized Botan, dressed in her usual pink kimono, diving down on her oar. Noting that no one else in the park seemed to have notice the strange event, Kurama could only conclude that whatever the new issue was, it was urgent. Botan clearly did not have time to leave the Reikai with her usual mortal shell, which made her visible to normal, non-spiritually aware people. "Ah, Botan! Konnichiwa[3]!"
Catching her breath, Botan could only utter short sentences. "New case." Deep breath. "Meeting at the temple tonight." Another breath. "Get Hiei."
Kurama smiles in return. Closing his eyes, he felt a familiar presence not far away. "Hiei knows."
Smiling in return, Botan hops onto her oar, taking off to the sky once more.
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Kuwabara was grumbling as he sat in the first of his two weeks' worth of remedial lessons. Ever since he fought in the Dark Tournament, he had realized that no matter what happens from thereon, fighting was not going to be his only goal in life, and that if he wanted to get somewhere, he would need a real education. So, the day the four of them had returned, Kuwabara had gone and talked to Takenaka about his educational prospects. Takenaka, realizing that Kuwabara honestly wished to improve himself, suggested remedial lessons.
Which led Kuwabara to his current situation: Bored.
His sharp sixth sense, however, told him Botan was coming long before he heard her sharp yell, and he quickly raised his hand. "Sensei! I need to use the toilet!" The carrot-topped fourth member of the Reikai Tantei left the classroom before the teacher had the time to respond. He immediately headed for the roof, where Botan met him.
"Kuwabara-kun, new mission. Meeting at the temple tonight."
"Do we have any details for once?" Kuwabara asked, knowing what answer to expect, even though it was not one he was hoping to hear.
Botan shook her head. "Even I don't know this time; Koenma-sama said he would tell you the details when you guys meet up tonight."
"Alright. Gotta get back to class now. Can't afford to miss these remedial lessons if I want to pass this year." Again, it was the answer he was expecting.
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In a wholly different corner of the world, two men sat in a room, deep in conversation. The first was pale skinned and wore a long black robe. The other was tall, lanky with black hair slicked back. He wore a black t-shirt and form fitting black pants.
"And you, sir, believe that you can accomplish this task for me?" the first man asks, a snaky hiss creeping into his words.
"Most certainly. My companion should be more than up to the task. However, it will take us some time. We must find a proper . . . location in this country to perform the ceremony in. And even then, the ceremony will take time. The rest, though, is up to you." There was a distinctly doubtful tone in his voice.
"Do not doubt my ability to control others!" the first snapped, clearly picking up on the suggestion the first was making. "The English Ministry of Magic is in denial, and now is the time to strike. I have lost many followers over the years, but what better way to refill those ranks than with demons?"
The second man shrugged, as though he did not care what the first planned. "The world is rotten, and the rotten pieces must be cut away. So long as you accomplish that task, I care not for what you choose to do afterwards."
"Very well then, Mr. Shinobu," the first says, extending a pale hand, "I will send my best men with you while you travel the countryside looking for your proper location."
Shinobu does not reply, but took the pale, cold hand in a firm handshake as he stood to leave. Once outside, another man with long aqua hair joined him. "Itsuki, we leave in the morning."
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Harry sat up in bed, an all too familiar ache spreading from his scar. Another dream, he thought as he hastily rose to grab his parchment and a quill. He quickly scribbles down what he remembers, something about a ritual at a particular location. The main point, though of the ritual was not lost on him: Voldemort wanted to replace his lost Death Eater ranks with demons. The very thought of that was enough to sicken him. What would happen to the world if Voldemort were to suddenly sweep through with an army of demons? The lives lost in such a massacre . . . and was there even a way to defend against it?
As Harry slowly pushed open the window to allow Hedwig to fly off into the night with his message, he desperately tried to push those thoughts to the back of his head. For now, he was home, with his rotten relatives, and, for the moment, vaguely safe.
To be continued . . .
I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! Here are some quick footnotes for this chapter:
1) In Shinto, kitsune are the messengers of Inari, the kami – or god – of fertility, rice, agriculture, foxes, industry, and worldly success. They can have up to nine tails and are said to be white. One of their favorite foods is aburage, fried sliced tofu, which are used in the aptly named dishes kitsune udon, kitsune soba, and Inari-zushi.
2) Botan: "… Taihen de~su!": Taihen means big trouble.
3) Kurama: "… Konnichiwa": A greeting used to greet someone after 11am and during the afternoon hours. I have seen this particular greeting misspelled many times, but this is the proper romanization for it. In hiragana, it is written as: こんにちは: ko-n-ni-chi-wa. The hiragana は is read as "wa", instead of its usual "ha" in this context.
That's all for my notes, drop me a review!