Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Haklusho or Harry Potter
Warnings: Mild Language and Suggestive Themes
Chapter10:
Harry's hand was still on the dorr knod when ir happened. A deafening roar of "Stupefy!" filled his hears, as the wooden door shattered before him. A bundle draped in black garments was flung against him, as he hurtled into a wall.
What-?
He suddenly became aware that the bundle was Hiei, as he rose casually and glanced at Harry. His cloak was slightly singed, but otherwise he seemed to be fine. "Hiei? What's going o-" Harry began. Hiei interjected, "You shouldn't be here. Run while you still c--"
"Now, now, kiddies. The fun's just beginning, you wouldn't want to ruin the fun part, would you?" A figure stepped forth from the debris and smoke, hidden behind a grotesque mask.
A Death Eater?
Harry quickly whipped out hs wand, as Hiei unsheated his katana. "What are you doing? Aren't you going to use you wand?" Harry questioned urgently. Hiei simply flashed the teen a glance. "I left it in the dorm." As an after thought he added, "Hope you know how to use that wand."
Harry nodded as The Death Eater took a step forward, raising his wand. A sinister grin spread across his face. Harry scrambled to his feet. "I have lots of experience with danger."
Hiei did not respond. Instead he raised his katana, tilting on the balls of his feet. Harry's lips itched to utter a spell, yet he waited for the Death Eater to attck. He would not rush into battle blindly. Not this year. He would think it through.
Sorry Dumbledore, but trouble just comes looking for me.
"I'll make these two suffer, I'll reclaim my right in the Drak Lord's eyes, all in his name." The Death Eater giggled maniaclly. And then he made his move. Using a curse Harry had heard far too often:
"Crucio!"
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Raven is a strange individual. At least, now.
What do you mean? Kurama questioned.
Well, she was never quite like this. Only this year have I seen her like this.
Go on.
She's quite empty headed really, like she's a mere shell of what she was.
How so?
Kurama was getting eager to find out more.
It's as if there is no Raven, she's just a puppet I suppose.
V--You-Know-Who?
Yes. Anything else?
Yes actually. Do you have any idea what is being planned?
None. Dumbledore himself is quite dumbfounded.
Really now?
Kurama chuckled to himself.
Yes, all that is known is that You-Know-Who is trying to obtain several gems.
Is that all?
No. Apparently, one gem has already been taken from Rekai.
Kurama paused.
Surprised I know of Rekai? My knowledge is extensive.
I should have guessed. So, what gem was stolen?
The Stone of Mordrid.
The hat's tone seemed grim.
So, that's one already. We need more to go on...
By all means, feel free to ask me more.
Well, what do you think You-Know-Who has planned?
I suspect--
Kurama, get over here, NOW.
I suspect that is Hiei. It was a pleasure speaking to you, hat.
Likewise.
Kurama removed the hat, and sprinted out of the office.
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Harry watched as Hiei tilted his katana so the spell ricocheted off of it and rebounded upon the Death Eater. His arm twisted grotesquely, yet he merely shook it off. "This shouldn't take long." Hiei said calmly.
The Death Eater gritted his teeth and spat, "Impedimenta!" Thinking quickly, Harry shot out his wand hand, countering the hex with "Protego!"
The Death Eater sweared as Harry smirked triumphantly. "Think your smart do, ye? I'll show you, brat!" Before he had the chance, Hiei bolted forward, slicing his wand down the iddle, from tip to end. It fell to the ground dully.
The Death Eater gulp. "Look kids, I was just doin' me job. Have mercy!" Harry glared at the Death Eater as walked up to his face and pointed his wand down his nose.
"You mean the same mercy you gave to all you victims? I'll be happy to oblige. Stupefy!" The spell struck swiftly, knocking the Death Eater unconcious and blowing the mask clean off his face. Harry gazed down at the blonde face in surprise.
"Lucius Malfoy?" he whispered. "Slimy git. When'd he break out?" Hiei looked at the wreckaged before them. "Hey, Potter. Mind cleaning up the mess?" Harry turned to the wreckaged and waved his wand while he muttered the repairing spell.
"Hiei, how'd a Death Eater get into the school?" Harry questioned. Hiei remained silent. "Hiei, did you hear me?" Harry questioned again, frustrated. "I believe he heard you, Harry." a voice chuckled. Harry veered around, seeing Kurama.
"Oh, it's just you, Kurama." The teen nodded. It's shame you won't remeber this. Hiei?" Harry wheeled around it time to see Hiei remove his head-band. In time to see the third eye resting upon his forhead, before he was suddenly knocked unconcious.
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"How much of his memory did you erase?" Kurama asked, catching the boy before he hit the ground. "Only up to the part where I flew out the door. I replaced it with a false memory. He'll only remember walking to his dorm and flopping immediately on his bed."
"Well, I'll be back, again. I'll just drop Harry off." Kurama swung Harry's arm over his shoulder, and became a blur as he sped off down the halls.
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Hiei sat and waited for his companion's return. It had been at least twenty minutes. Hiei knew the castle was large, but not that large. He had already restrained the Death Eater and the Room of Requirement had resumed its previous state.
Hiei was a little annoyed. If he had not been distracted by the changing walls, he wouldn't have released his grip on the Death Eater. And more likely than anything, Harry's approach was no coincidence that the walls changed.
But it was done now. He merely needed to wait for Kurama. Then they could interro--
"It's about time you returned." Hiei muttered.
"Sorry I took so long, Hiei." Kurama took his place next to his companion.
"I was stealing a truth serum. I figured, why give off anymore energy pulses from the Jagan? We might alert Raven. So, here it is."
Kurama removed a small vile from his pocket, filled with a clear liquid. Kurama removed the corked, and poured two drops into the Death Eater's open mouth.
Hiei released his grip, and his eyes slowly opened. They were glazed. Kurama decided to ask the first question.
"Who are you?" He asked the question calmly enough.
The Death Eater responded. "Lucius Malfoy, father of Draco Malfoy."
"That explains the resemblence to that boy on the train." Hiei hissed.
"Why are you here?"
"My purpose was simple. To kill one student and remind Dumbledore that my Master is still at large."
"What is Voldemort planning?"
Lucius twitched, but responded. "Most of us are unsure. He only shares his plans to his most elite. I was once considered among them."
"What do you know?"
"He is questing to collect three gems, there purpose is unknown. One gem has already been obtained, stolen from a vault somewhere by the name of Rekai. He has also enlisted the aid of several japanese demons; among the is Shigure and Reiko."
The two exchanged glances. To them, it was highly amusing that a mortal had managed to steal from Rekai. They were also pleased that they were finally getting some useful information.
"Why is Raven here?"
"To keep Dumbledore occupied with mysteries, and to allow Shigure to watch the school through her eyes. It would seem suspicious if she had not returned."
"Where is the next gem?"
"Go fuck youself, you muggle loving scum." Lucius hissed this with a venomous tone.
"The serum is wearing off. Hiei, restrain him while I pour some more into his mouth."
Hiei slightly adjusted his head-band, allowing it to pierce Lucius' mind. He fell limp, his eyes still full of sick hatred. And then they were glazed again.
"You can stop now. I poured some extra so it shouldn't wear off too quickly." Hiei released his grip on Lucius' mind, and allowed the interrogation to continue.
"Where is the next gem?"
"We do not know, but it is asumed to be on the demonic plane."
"What do you know of the demonic plane, and what are you using it for?"
"We know it contains many demons"--Hiei snorted--"and are currently using it to build an army, magical creatures, demons, and Death Eaters alike."
"Tell us everything else you know."
"The Dark Lord will kill you all. I love the color pink, and my son is a Death Eater in training. I often wish I had chosen to be an accountant instead of a Death Eater. Serving another is beneath me. My wife is among the sexiest wo--"
"We meant related to Voldemort's plans."
"That is all I know."
Kurama glanced at Hiei. "Throw him into a coma. Then we'll drop him off at Dumbledore's office. He should be back soon enough."
"Back?"
"You'll see."
The two grabbed the Death Eater and allowed the Room of Requirement to melt away as they walked outside and trudged to Dumbledore's office.
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Harry slept uneasily that night. Again, he dreamed...
His arms burned, engraved with symbols. His hands were bonded by bands of violet light. Twelve cloaked figures surrounded him. They were chanting. Chanting something. He just wish he knew. The symbols on his arms flared, their presence made aware.
He looked upward, into two red slits, and a milky white face as flat as a skull and scaly in texture. He knew he was looking into the eyes of Voldemort. Hatred blazed wthin him. He unrolled a scroll in his hand, black as ash, apparently thousands of years old.
He smirked. "You have served your purpose well, girl." Harry was extremely confused; he was sure he was no female. Voldemort removed two stones, two strange and unfamiliar stones, from his robe.
One was as black as night, the other, as white as day. Immeadiantly the stones flew from his hands, as the chanting grew louder. They rotated around him soon forming a solid ring of silver encirling him. The symbols seemed to glow with the ring, as his body was lifted from the ground.
He looked down at the ground, at those two red eyes. The eyes that filled him with spite, and hatred. The eyes that were the last thing he saw before the world exploded in a blast of white light.
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Harry awoke, sweaty and confused, ice trickling down his neck. There was something about that dream. It was... different from the others. He would explain it to Ron and Hermione in the morning. He certainly did not want to go back to Dumbledore's office.
Harry realized half his body was still covered in the invisibility cloak, and the Maraduer's Map lay open on the floor. He reached for his wand, pointing it at the map and muttering, "Mischeif managed."
He watched as the figures faded away and stowed it in his trunk, along with the cloak. He stretched, and placed his wand and glasses in the first draw of his night-stand, tucked himself into his covers, and fell back into sleep.
No where near the kind of sleep, however, he would have liked to have.
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Kurama and Hiei guessed there way past the gargoyles, annoyed by the continously changing password. They dropped the body in front of the desk and turned to leave, when a burst of flame shot from the center of the room, signaling Dumbledore's return.
He looked from the two demons to the Death Eater, and quirked an eyebrow. "Caught him, interrogated, if you want, feel free." Hiei grunted, and walked out the room. "He means, we interrogated him, but if you want, feel free to do so by yourself."
Kurama smiled, and dropped the vile of Veritasium in Dumbledore's hand, leaving the wizard baffled in his office.
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Harry awoke the next morning, frustrated and tired from the night's events. All night the same vision had pierce his dreams. It was foggy, but he remebered the symbols on his arms, as well as Voldemort and those two stones. They are what intrigued him the most.
He was the first awake, so he showered, and made his way to the Owlery. He had no intention of sending a letter, but to visit Hedwig. It was still to early for breakfast anyways.
He walked into the room, his nostrils were immeadiantly filled with the sent of of bird waste. He ignored the smell, and made his way to Hedwig's usual perching spot. She wasn't there.
Maybe she's out hunting.
Harry walked to the window and rested upon the sill. It never occured to Harry how golden and beautiful the sun look at sunrise. Then a white figure fill the window, and in a flurry of feathers Hedwig landed on Harry's should, a mouse between her beak. "So you were hunting." Harry said softly, watching her devour her meal.
He stroked a feather, and she cooed in response. "Sometimes I wish I were someone else, you know?" Harry murmured. Hedwig nipped his finger affectionately.
"If I were someone else, maybe I wouldn't always have to suffer. Maybe my friends wouldn't have to suffer." Harry sighed glumly and allowed Hedwig to fly back to her perch.
He walked back to the dorm, knowing his roomates would most likely be awake by then. He approach the fat lady's portrait, where she dozed peacfully. "Skimpy shrimpy." Harry had to admit that was the strangest password he had ever heard, but he paid it no mind.
The portrait swung open, allowing him entrance. He crossed the common room and settled himself on a sofa. He just wanted to think. The scroll was unusual, most definetly. It was black, almost as if it was charred.
For some reason, he had inhabbited a female body, not his own, nor Voldemort's, but a girl's. But the stones were what interested him the most. They were black and white. Dark and light. And something about them put him on edge.
Whatever Voldemort was planning, it was different from anything else. But the problem was, how could he trust his dreams, after what had happened last year? The only lead he had, could've been purposely projected into his mind. But he was going to take a chance. He'd be damned if he let Voldemort get away with his plans this year.
-End Chapter-
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