Disclaimer:
This is a Yu Yu Hakusho/Harry Potter crossover, I own neither of
these great inspirations; they belong to their respectable owners…
I only
steal the characters and bend them to the whims of my twisted mind.
A/N: Hello, WingsOfFate here- just to let you know; this story is not co written with MadAzzSin, unlike 'To the Brink of Fantasy'. I don't want anyone to beta for me but any suggestions you can give would be well received (don't hesitate to point out any mistakes I may make, whether they're to do with the facts from the canon or grammar and spelling slip-ups). Enjoy the story!
This fanfiction takes place AFTER the 5th HP book and AFTER the Dark Tournament. Disregard the canon after these events.
Prologue
(4th of August.)
16 year old, Harry James Potter swept a stand of untameable black hair away from his eyes and continued to look out of his bedroom window at Number 4 Privit Drive. The junior wizard sighed with boredom and once more scanned the impeccable, horribly neat front garden with his emerald green eyes. Even in the early morning darkness it was plain that not a single blade of grass was out of place- but Harry would know that anyway, he'd spent most of yesterday mowing the lawn and pruning the rose bushes down there.
Not that it would mean less work for him to do tomorrow.
Harry's limbs still ached from the forced labour and cried out for sleep, but the boy's mind refused to give into slumber just yet- maybe if he waited until Hedwig returned from her nightly hunt…she could help keep him awake.
No that was stupid, Hedwig wouldn't be back until dawn, and by that time she would want to get some sleep.
'Maybe if I went for a walk…' Harry thought, but almost immediately dismissed the idea. 'The Dursleys would wake up the moment I went out the door-, and even if I got that far there would be someone from the Order to drag me back.' The teen scowled and he turned away from the open window. The Order knew what was going on here and yet had sent nobody to take him back to Head Quarters. All he had gotten was a few birthday cards and presents that lay hidden under the loose floor board beneath his bed. There was no letter from Professor Dumbledore telling him when he would be picked up, if at all.
'I wonder who's on duty now,' Harry pondered and crossed the room to his bedside table, he picked up the notebook there and turned to a page containing a complicated grid of which about a third of the slots were still blank. Glancing at his alarm clock he deducted that it was nearly 2:30 in the morning. 'Mundungus Fletcher,' was scrawled inHarry's own hand in the box for this day and time. With the monotonous boredom this summer had brought, it hadn't taken long for Harry to discover that he was always being watched by someone from the Order- and they always had the same slot, which all lasted for two hours at a time. It was terrible system, one that could easily be exploited- if you knew how.
Tonight he was going to do just that.
Harry carefully drew away to the far side of his room, beside the chest of drawers and started getting dressed. He pulled on a pair of extremely baggy jeans -that hadn't fit Dudley to begin with- and an equally loose t-shirt. The teen retrieved his wand from beneath the floor boards and stuck it into a trouser pocket; he also withdrew his father's invisibility cloak from the crevice, with care and a little reverence. Even though the Dursleys now permitted him to keep his magical belongings in his room, he wasn't taking any chances with confiscation.
The wizard in training slipped the cloak on and toed his trainers (two sizes too big) onto his sock clad feet; he pulled the hood up over his head before checking to make sure the cloak covered everything. Harry may have grown a few inches recently but he was still small for his age.
The cool, early morning air was deceptively silent as Harry hoisted himself out the window, making his slow but steady assent down the drain pipe. He jumped when he was close enough to the ground so not to hurt himself, angling his body to land in a half crouch on the grass- Quidditch training had its uses.
Straightening his cloak, the Boy-Who-Lived set off in direction of the park, feeling surprisingly free as he passed a snoring Mundungus; asleep at his post beneath a tree across the street from Number 4. 'I won't go back until I'm too exhausted to dream,' Harry thought with conviction. There was no way he was going to see the department of mysteries- or the graveyard again anytime soon.
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Intense brown eyes followed the invisible boy's movements, the figure waited until Harry was almost out of sight then followed- slipping out of the shadow of the tree beside the slumbering Order member. He gave a slow- lazy- chase, his confident footfalls light enough to make no sound whatsoever on the tarmac.
TBC.
A/N: Yes, I know it's short but remember- this is only a prologue, the chapters will be much longer. Please remember to REVIEW; I would like a decent percentage of the people reading this to say something. It doesn't have to be much: a question, a comment or even a flame- I really don't mind which.
8th of October, 2005
