Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the related names, spells, and powers. I also don't own YuYu Hakusho, from which I am borrowing many powers and such. This takes place during Sixth year, and the summer before. OOTP spoilers.
Authors note: Congrats to fanjimmy for guessing what anime series I made a reference to. This is a Harry Potter YuYu Hakusho crossover fic, though for the next few chapters there won't be a lot of YuYu stuff. I hope this fact doesn't scare anyone away, because I am so appreciative of the reviewer response I've gotten so far.
Chapter 3: Nighttime Troubles and Morning Surprises
Within an hour of Lance's departure from dinner, the rest of the boys entered the room. They were all fairly tired and full and they were all ready for a good nights sleep. All of them except for Harry that is. Harry was even more tired than the others, but he knew that a good night's sleep didn't await him. Every night he had nightmares, nightmares of Voldermort and Dumbledore dueling and Sirius falling through the veil. Because of these nightmares he had not gotten a good nights sleep all summer, he would usually just toss and turn for a while before waking up drenched in sweat.
This night was no different from the others; at 1am Harry woke and sat up immediately, his heart pounding like crazy and his shirt and boxers covered in sweat. After taking a few minutes to calm down he got out of bed, opened his trunk and grabbed some clothes, and then walked out of the room and over to the bathroom. He took a shower to wash of all the sweat, and then he put on the clean clothes and headed downstairs. He went to the study and sat down on the couch, staring at the fire. This was his routine every night when his nightmares woke him up; he would come into the study and watch the fire while he tried to deal with the images his mind had churned up during the night.
A little while later Harry was pulled away from his thoughts by the sounds of footsteps in the hallway. He turned to face the doorway just in time to see Hermione walk into the room, whispering, "Harry, is that you? What are you doing up this late?" Harry motioned for her to sit next to him, but before he could answer her question, she spoke up again, "You had a nightmare, didn't you? That's why you're here."
Harry sighed and nodded, his gaze turning back to the fire. After a minute, he spoke, "I've been having nightmares ever since I got here. In my dreams, I keep seeing people I love get hurt. I keep seeing the whole ordeal at the Ministry. I keep seeing him die." Harry's voice broke, and he was using all his willpower to keep from breaking down and crying. After a few seconds of silence Hermione hugged him, and his walls cracked, and he began to cry into her shoulder.
"Its okay Harry, its okay let it all out." Hermione whispered as she tried to comfort him as best she could. She knew that Harry needed this release, and she was glad that she could be there for him. As she held him, she noticed that her heartbeat started to flutter slightly, like it had several times so far this summer. All the time that Harry and her had spent together to console each others loses had led her to realize something. She was falling in love with Harry. She didn't know if he felt the same way, but she knew that now was not the right time to find out. So instead she just sat there and held him, not caring how long it took. She would wait for him. She loved him.
Meanwhile, in the guys' room, someone else was having a nightmare. Lance had started mumbling and moving restlessly, and then suddenly he began to thrash around in his sleep as if he were fighting something. He finally woke up after a few seconds of this, and he started rubbing his right hand, only to jerk his other hand back as if it was on fire. His right hand was bright red, almost as if it had been burned. He touched it again with his left hand and let go quickly again, his right hand felt like it was on fire. 'Not this again.' He thought as he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He got there without running into anybody and opened the door, all without touching anything with his right hand. He shut and locked the door, and then he turned the cold water knob in the shower as far as it would go and stuck his right arm into the freezing spray. When the ice cold water hit his hand, it turned into steam, but after a few seconds the steam stopped forming and his hand returned to its normal color.
Lance pulled his arm out of the shower and wriggled his fingers, muttering "At least it didn't set the sheets on fire this time." He then walked quietly back to the bedroom, where he opened his trunk and pulled out a pair of pants and a tank top, which he quickly and quietly changed into. He then walked out of the room again, looking for a room to do his morning exercises in. He eventually found his way back to the study that he had arrived in, and was surprised to find his sister and Harry in there hugging each other as if their life's depended on it. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, he closed the door and continued his search, finding a suitable room three doors down. He began to run through his exercises as quietly as he could so he didn't wake anyone.
Hours passed and the sun eventually came up, and with it the inhabitants of 12 Grimmauld Place. Mrs. Weasley was up at the crack of dawn fixing breakfast for everyone. The smell of eggs and bacon roused Ginny, who threw on a bathrobe and followed it downstairs. Just as she was about to reach the staircase, she heard a muffled thud come from one of the empty rooms. She crept over to the door and opened it slightly to check it out and was stunned by what she saw.
Lance stood in the middle of the room, performing what she thought looked like a dance that seemed to involve a lot of kicking and punching. Ginny was mesmerized by both the way he moved and by his body as well. The tank top he was wearing was skin tight, showing off his lean but very muscular build that ripple slightly with strength every time he moved. His movements where extremely graceful, but also held a sense of barely controlled power hiding just beneath the surface. Ginny watch him continue this strange dance for what seemed like an eternity, until finally he brought it to and end, finishing with a reverent bow.
"So what do you think Ginny?" Lance asked before turning to face the door. Ginny, startled by this, joined him in the room and asked, "How did you know I was there?" "I was in a bit of a trance while I was doing that, and one of the things that trance does is enhance my senses. I heard you walking down the hall, and I heard you open the door. I could tell who you are by your gasps during some of the more difficult moves of my kata." Lance explained. Ginny blushed and mumbled, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. What you were doing was amazing; I've never seen anything like it before. Was that some kind of dance?" Lance chuckled and replied, "No harm done. As for your question, like I said that was a kata. It's a series of martial arts exercises that I do every day to help me keep in practice."
At this point, Lance's stomach decided to make its presence known by growling loud enough for the both of them to hear. They both burst out laughing at this, and decided to go downstairs and get something to eat. Mrs. Weasley hadn't finished with breakfast yet, so they decided to wait at the table, where Ginny began telling Lance about Hogwarts to pass the time. Eventually they were joined by Ron, who was still only half awake. "Nice of you to wake me." He grumbled and then he added, "Hey Lance, was it just me or does our room smell slightly like burning cloth?"
"Awww, is little Ronniekins having hot flashes again?" Said Fred as he suddenly burst into the room along with George, the two had apparently just apparated there. The twins continued to bug Ron while Ginny explained that "hot flashes" where what her brothers used to call Ron's flashes of accidental magic, he used to set his sheets on fire when he had nightmares. After a few minutes, the twins stopped bugging Ron and Ginny was able to introduce them to Lance.
After a few more minutes of talking and jokes from the twins, Harry and Hermione walked into the room, and Ron asked them where they had been. "I had some trouble sleeping so I decided to go to the study and read. Hermione woke up early and found me there and joined me, and we both eventually dozed off. We only just woke up a few minutes ago" Harry explained as Mrs. Weasley walked in and summoned breakfast to the table. As everybody served themselves and began to dig in, Fawkes appeared above the middle of the table and dropped a bunch of envelopes on the table before disappearing. "Must be our O.W.L.s results." Said Hermione as she picked them up and passed them out. Harry opened his and began to read, before suddenly exclaiming "Bloody Hell! Take a look at this!"
End of Chapter 3.
