I don't own Harry Potter or Yuyu Hakusho so please don't sue, I don't own much so it wouldn't really be worth it.

A.N. I have done some editing of this and combined some chapters, so even though it says differently this is indeed a new chapter

Chapter 12:

By the end of the first week back at Hogwarts everyone knew exactly who Hiei was. Most of the student body respected him, because they didn't know what else to do. He was scary, if not more so than Moody had been, and knew his stuff better than Lupin. He ran his classroom strictly but fairly. The Gryffindors loved him, the Slytherins loathed him, the Hufflepuffs feared him and the Ravenclaws respected him. As for the other staff members, Professor Hiei Jaganshi did not socialize with them, he was like a shorter version of Snape almost, except Snape hated his guts. And Hiei was indifferent to what anybody in this over-sized ningen school thought of him.

Harry was glad to be home, even if he had to fight to keep certain memories at bay. His first week back to school was invigorating. He was extremely pleased that Dumbledore had found someone who at least seemed competent for the defense teacher. Then again it was only the first week so Professor Jaganshi still had the whole year to fuck up.

Harry woke up on Friday morning feeling better than he had in months. Ron and Harry took the liberty of sleeping in despite Hermoine trying her damndest to wake them up. Finally giving up she went down to the common room and waited, reading through books she already practically had memorized. She sighed, thinking to herself that she really needed new reading material. Perhaps she could badger Professor Jaganshi enough to get her way. She was dying of curiosity. She looked up, taking a deep breath in preparing for another colossal sigh when she spotted her two best friends stumbling down the stairs their clothes wrinkled and their hair mussed despite the late hour. She smiled and hopped up. Chatting merrily as they headed down to breakfast. Glad that they were by her side.

Harry yawned widely, cracking his jaw. He winced and reached for the marmalade, taking the toast handed to him by Hermoine.

"Oh man, if it's possible this years work load is even worse than last years. At least last year it was understandable because of O.W.L.S.!" Ron moaned.

"Well of course now we're preparing for N.E.W.T.S. Ron." Hermoine said grabbing a book from her bag as the mail started to drop.

"Ug, I have readings to do in Professor Jaganshi's class I have to finish that essay for Snape, come up with some bullshit for transfiguration…"

"Stop complaining Ron, maybe if you did your homework the night it was assigned it wouldn't pile up like this."

"Yeah, well… whatdya reckon Harry?" Ron said in an obvious subject change, turning to his other not naggy friend.

"Huh?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Really Harry? What d'ya reckon about Professor Jaganshi?"

"Well," Harry said swallowing the rest of his toast, moving on to the bacon, "it's not like we know any more than we did on the first day."

"Not with any lack of trying though." Ginny said, sitting down and wrinkling her nose at the memories.

"Yeah I wonder what's got Peeve's knickers in a twist?"

"When are his knickers not in a twist is the real question," Harry sighed, finishing up and shifting uncomfortably away from Ginny. Her flirting ways had not gone unnoticed by Harry or Ron. The latter irritated except for when her sights were set on Harry. And Harry took no notice of her until her sights were set on him. He shifted once again as Ginny leaned closer to him, whether on mistake or on purpose Harry didn't care and he didn't like it either way.

"Harry, didn't we have plans to visit Hagrid today?" oh dear sweet Hermoine, ever perceptive Hermoine. Harry silently thanked her.

"Er… yeah." He said grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder standing up in the same smooth movement.

The three of them headed out the door and down the grounds towards the edge of the forest, continuing their conversation.

"Well Peeves does seem to be a bit more focused this year." Hermoine stated.

"Yeah on us! I can still smell that stinksap" Ron wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"He's always in our way at the most inopportune times."

As they approached Hagrid's door it opened and out bounded Fang, right into Ron. One of them yelped as they fell.

"Oh there ya are you three! I was wondering when I'd get to see you!"

"Heya Hagrid!" Harry said.

"How'v'ya been?" Ron asked from the ground where Fang was mauling him with his tongue.

Hagrid invited them into his house, and they accepted glad that they had eaten a big breakfast before they came down, not wanting to force their way through some rock cakes out of politeness. They talked about superficial things, the first week back, how their summer was. Finally getting impatient Hermoine was the first to bring IT up.

"Well this year is of course easier for us than last year was because now everyone knows that You-know-who is back."

Hagrid nodded his head in agreement, always a tad slow on the uptake, despite his kind heartedness. "Oh yeah, and the order is busier than ever now." Harry's interest perked at the mention of the order and what they were up to. He once again secretly thanked Hermoine, not that getting information out of Hagrid had ever been that difficult of a task.

"Yeah how has the order been doing?" Ron asked, pushing Fang off of him and standing up, Fang whimpered, missing his playmate.

"Now don't be getting any ideas, my lips are sealed." The big man started to walk away.

"Uh, Hagrid, where are you going?" Harry asked.

"Oh just waterin' the pumpkins, hafta have them ready for Halloween! Would you like to come look at them?" the three friends shared an exasperated look, then readied their tongues for the interrogation, not getting so far as the first word. "So how are your classes going again?"

"Nothing of too much excitement has happened." Ron started, "History of magic is still boring as hell,"

"Ron."

"And Mcgonagall is still a strict old hag,"

"Ron!"

"And Snape is still an asshole."

"RON!"

"Watcher mouth now Ronald, lest I be telling yer mother."

"Yeah well, the only person of real interest this year is that new defense teacher Jaganshi." Harry said.

"Yup, that one sure is a piece o' work."

Harry lost interest in the conversation after that. It wasn't that he wasn't curious about their new professor but Ron and Hermoine just going over the same words they'd been spatting the whole week. And now that he had thought about the order, he was stuck on Sirius, watching over and over and over as he…

STOP IT! Harry berated himself. You pit yourself through this every single night don't let it encroach upon your daytime to!

"… rry, Harry HARRY!"

"Mate you alright?"

"Y-yeah!" Harry said, blinking, "Sorry zoned out for a second."

Three faces looked at his with concern and he hated it.

".. Quiditch practice is about to start." Harry mumbled, "I better get going. Don't want to be late."

"Oh yeah! Congrats on making captain 'Arry" Hagrid patted him on the back, knocking the air out of his lungs.

"Thanks Hagrid," Harry choked out.

As they neared the quidditch field Hermoine departed, heading for the stands. While Ron and Harry entered the changing rooms. There were a couple of people in there already.

Harry stopped in the middle of the field taken aback by the number of people who were trying out. Harry wanted to be a fair captain, so he was having open try-outs and all of the old team had to try out as well, there would be no free rides. But he was fairly sure that he'd be keeping all of the main players. The only one he was worried about was Ron, whose face was already growing red.

Slytherins in the crowd jeered and Harry groaned. He was about to start talking (having no idea what to say) when another short figure stepped into the quidditch arena. Professor Jaganshi walked toward Harry, who blanched. The Slytherins quieted down almost instantly.

"P-p-professor? What do you need?" Harry asked, wondering if he was in trouble and trying to remember if he had done anything wrong.

"Since Voldemort has returned all extra-curricular activities held outdoors are to be supervised, and since this task is to menial for the aurors who are in charge of protecting this school as a whole, the headmaster has asked me to supervise the practices when I can" even though Harry had been in class with this guy for a whole week the deepness of his voice always threw him off . Harry watched Hiei walk away contemplatively. Perhaps it was Harry being a tad on the paranoid side, (he was on the top of a dark lords hit list) but this new professor seemed to pop up where ever harry was, except for whenever harry and his friends wanted to spy on him, and then he was nowhere and they got stuck with Peeves dogging their steps.

So as he commenced try outs half of his mind was pre occupied. And was it just him or did pitch black eyes follow only him through the air?

When try outs were over Harry was mentally and physically exhausted. Finding just the right players who were both good and worked well with the rest of the team was a lot harder than harry had imagined. Especially since half of the team from the precious year was gone now. He sympathized with wood and his craziness now.

Harry was the last off the pitch and once again, he felt eyes on him, angrily he spun around to glare in the culprit's direction. But professor Jaganshi was not looking at him. He was looking over at a pack of Slytherins. Harry followed his gaze and landed on Malfoy who was watching him. But the hatred that was usually present was not there in his mercury depths.

"Oi Chosen Dork! Nice team choice, can't wait to crush it come our first game!" Oh. There is was.

BREAK

Draco pushed past some first years who were just standing around and talking right outside the great hall. By the looks on their faces they had wanted to say something to him, but the presence of Crabbe and Goyle kept their mouths smartly shut. Malfoy scowled at them and they ran down the hallway. God this school was going to the shits Draco thought. Dumbledore was not fit to be headmaster here. Well at least all of that was going to change, and soon. The blonde smirked to himself, then scowled once again, and the first person to go wouldn't be Mcgonagall, that hag of a head of Gryffindor house, it wouldn't be Hagrid, that mudblood loving half giant oaf.

No the first to go would be that Jaganshi, Draco would make sure of it. No one got away with making a Malfoy look like a fool. Draco's first week back at school had not been the best. He didn't even know why his mother had sent him back to school at all. There was only one reason for him to be here. Now all the teachers here were treating him like the common muck that all the other students were. And Draco knew what the students whispered behind his back. The frown on his face deepened. And now Dumbledore had hired a midget to teach their defense classes. Draco could imagine hundreds of different ways that he wanted to make the short man suffer. With his father in Azkaban all of his own credibility had gone down the drain. Draco was glad the man was put away, he had never done anything for Draco except give him a name. The man had been a hindrance, and now with him out of the way Draco would finally be able to prove to his lord his own worth. Maybe the dark lord would be proud of him, as his father never was.

Draco tried to steer away from thoughts like that, and instead focused his mind elsewhere. Draco hadn't realized that he and his goons were heading down towards the quidditch pitch. That was when Draco remembered that Gryffindor tryouts were today and that that stupid golden boy Potter was the captain. He inwardly groaned, there was yet another thing that pissed him off about school this year. He hadn't been made quidditch captain for his own house. So as they continued on down the path Draco cursed his luck.

At least, he thought as he sat down amongst a small group of other Slytherins, at the very least he had his mission. He was important enough to be given a mission from the dark lord himself, one simple command. Done anyway that Draco wished to do it, just get it done. And, if he said so himself he had a pretty good plan drawn up. Clever even. If that old bat back in the shop would just pull his head out of his ass and do what he was told in a timely manner Draco would be honored among the death eaters young and old, would perhaps make his father proud of him while at the same time surpassing him in the ranks, and his mother, Draco gritted his teeth and tried to think of something different. But if he completed this mission his mother would be safe again. That was all that mattered. The only real thing that mattered. That was the only reason he had listened to her in the first place and come back to this school. And since his grades didn't matter this year or ever again, he would be able to focus solely on his mission, and nothing else.

So while all these people were busy making his life a living hell, he was helping, in a large part, to end theirs. And this thought brought a smile to his face.

Speaking about bringing a smile to his face, Draco joined in with some of the taunting of the Gryffindor team. Quidditch was probably the only thing that he cared about anymore at this wretched school. And he'd be damned if Potter took the championship trophy from him this year.

Speaking of Potter, Draco watched him fly the air, envious of his obvious talent. Potter had always been a sore in his side. Draco thought back to the first time they had met and wandered at how he could not have realized at that point in time that any possible outcome besides the one that had happened could have had any hope. Harry had been with Hagrid! He was a mudblood. He liked other mudbloods and he ended up in Gryffindor. He was the sworn enemy of the dark lord and…. and… and….

Despite all these reasons as to why Draco should hate Harry, he could never do so. Not completely at least. He hated that Harry had denied his friendship, he hated thinking about what Harry could have been to him if he had just taken his hand that day, and he hated thinking about what Harry had become. Hated the separation of Slyterin from Gryffindor, hated the hate that was expected to come out of him.

Draco shook his head, forcing himself to look at the other players and yell out a couple insults here and there. Forcing himself to not think these stupid thoughts, what was he talking about? He DID hate Harry and all his stupid Gryffindor friends.

Draco noticed rather suddenly that Harry was looking at him, glaring at him actually. Not that he ever looked at him in any other way. Pulling himself out of his thoughts and fully into the here and now Draco yelled at the top of his voice, "Oi Chosen Dork! Nice team choice, can't wait to crush it come our first game!" wow that was lame, he thought to himself as he watched Harry Potter, the golden boy, walk away from him, which is all he ever seemed to do.