Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Yu Yu Hakusho they belong entirely to their respective owners.

AN: Unless this story gets positive reviews this will remain a one shot. The fate of this story is in your hands readers.

Note: Unbeta'd

He was a bad person. There was no denying this point. Because of him and his arrogance all his students had died horrible deaths. He had thought that killing the monster responsible for their deaths.. That getting vengeance for his fallen students would be enough, but it wasn't. He was every bit a monster so much so that he made it official. His wish was to be made into a powerful demon. A monster like that who had killed his students. His wish was granted.

For years he went about as a monster doing evil deeds for evil men. Torture, murder, extortion, rape you name it he had done it. The years passed. They say time heals all wounds.. But it's a lie. He was as much a monster now as all those years ago when he found the mutilated corpses of his students. He has good as killed them, for him redemption would never come. Slowly he began to go numb. Almost nothing got to him. Not the screams of his victims nor the lavish life he was able to lead. The world had lost all joy. Food was like ash in his mouth, drink was mud. No light joy or beauty permeated this unending misery.

He was hollow completely empty of all feelings. All he wanted was to die. To end his life. But he would not allow himself a gentle death. He would not take his own life. Not out of a sense of wrongness, no. He was a monster. It was a simple fact of life that monsters like him were meant to suffer and cause suffering until they were killed.

And so he existed. Going from day to day until many years had passed him by. It had been forty years since he became the monster he was. There was no celebrating his 'rebirth day' as his elder brother called it. Not that he wanted to celebrate with his brother. Of the few remaining emotions he had left he felt nothing but disgust and distain for his elder brother. But that was unimportant. And reminiscing of the past useless.

Toguro wrenched himself from his dark thoughts as he walked casually down the streets of an area called 'Surry' in England. His contract here was fulfilled and tomorrow after he was paid he would leave this land behind. Not that it mattered nothing did. It was nearing nightfall and the playground up head was deserted… or so it would appear to be to a normal human. Toguro however could sense the presence no one else could. It was spirit energy weak and flickering and it scrabbled to heal its wielder.

Feeling mildly curious for the first time in a long time Toguro walked to the cluster of bushes in question. The smell of blood as he grew near caused his eyebrow to raise slightly. It wasn't the normal trace amount he would smell if someone had a scrape, no. This was a smell of fresh blood mingling with old blood in such a way that it practically screamed pain and misery to his senses. What was inside the bushes when he pushed them aside however, gave him heart a jolt for the first time in many years.

A small child who could be no more that four was curled him a ball trembling with pain. Upon hearing the bushes above him move the child turned his face to him. Had it not been for the blood on his face Toguro would have thought he had found a celestial being fallen to earth. The eyes of the child however were full of pain, suffering and grief. Yet the child smiled at hi8m when he looked down at him.

"Are you going to kill me mister? Aunt 'Tuney said if I got killed in the park tonight she'd bee very happy"

Toguro felt his long dead heart start to quicken and the beginnings of sorrow and pity long forgotten emotions started to vaguely rise in his chest. No four year old should look so happy at the prospect of death..

"No." was his simple reply. A reply that caused the child's face to crumple.

"But if I don't die Aunt Tuney won't be happy and then what purpose would I have?" cried the child.

Toguro looked down impassively at the child. Before scooping him, up in one hand. Before he started to walk in the direction of his hotel, using what was left of his spirit energy to heal the child.

"Come with me. I will give you a purpose" Was all he said as he and the child who looked at him in wonder walked into the night.

He was a monster but maybe if he had an angel things would turn out right.

AN: For now this is only seen as a one-shot for me. Depending on the response I may turn this into a full blown story.

Toguro's mentality has always fascinated me. I have put this in his perspective based on how I think he feels about himself. He is/was a good person but one mistake has him punishing himself, even beyond death.

NOTE: IF this is continued I am stating for the record that the relationship between Toguro and Harry will be akin to that of Zabuza and Haku from Naruto.

I don't see Toguro as someone who would come clean about even slightly pure intentions. He would tell Harry he is a weapon and a tool nothing more.

AN: On a different note all my stories have an update under way never fear.