Disclaimer: Please refer to first chapter! (actually, make it the prologue – who knows what kind of rambling I did in the first chapter…)

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Keeping Quiet

Chapter 9

Boil, Boil, Train and Trouble

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Exactly one week and one day ago, demons set foot in wizarding London for possibly the first time in a millennium.

And the Order of the Phoenix had been in an absolute frenzy ever since.

"You cannot be serious, Albus!" McGonagal had admonished the night of the boys' mysterious arrival. Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, had just finished the lesser details of his (self-proclaimed) brilliant plan on how to handle the situation.

Needless to say, the uptight, traditional, and all-for-the-safety-of-the-students-before-all-else Transfiguration professor was not very happy with this oh-so-brilliant plan.

"I assure you I am quite solemn in the matter, Minerva," Dumbledore replied, sitting at the head of the table in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place. The other members of the Order were sitting around him (and some even standing in their distress – or boredom, it might appear in the occasional case). "They will be safest at the school where we will draw Voldemort to us."

Ignoring the occasional shudder that passed through the room, Snape shifted ever so slightly from his position, leaning against the wall. "Headmaster, if I may," he began, oily voice as seemingly civil with the older man as always. "Surely you have not forgotten the possibility that these boys may be more than just boys-"

"I am well aware that one or more of them may be demonic," Dumbledore affirmed without a second's hesitation, a smiling light in his eyes. Several of his teachers that made up the organization continued to look as if he had truly lost it this time.

The oldest and wisest member of this Order - not to mention its leader – had yet to lead them astray, though some of his more outlandish plans had brought doubt among many. But willingly bringing demons into the safest place they had right now, and where their children were, no less?

There had to be more to this.

"If that's the case, than maybe there's somethin' more you should be tellin' us," Madeye cut in with his gruff voice, leaning slightly on his gnarled cane. His eye wasn't swiveling – for once focused solely on the Headmaster, though he was likely to get little out of such a wizard.

The old man smiled a bit, but it contained more strain than his normal, 'be happy' smile; the one meant to keep his students from worrying when things were about to get really bad.

That meant things were about to get even worse.

"Indeed," he said with a voice on the edge of a smile. It was like the man to wait for them to ask him for the information. He was forthcoming when you asked the right questions, but usually not before then. "I have attempted to contact the Japanese Ministry – or the eastern version of such – but am having trouble.

"It seems in the middle of my attempts to find out any information on these four missing boys, their minister had to cut our conversation…rather short." McGonagal's eyebrows rose up in that suspicious manner she would often reserve for troublesome children who were trying to lie their way out of punishment.

"Apparently, they are experiencing a crisis right now," Dumbledore continued, a small huff making him sound like a child deprived of the candy he had asked for, "the details of which they are reluctant to discuss with me."

The members of the Order glanced to one another, gauging the others' expressions to their leader's words. Obviously, none of them were buying what the Japanese minister had said.

McGonagal's eyebrows were almost touching her hairline – a look she had pioneered for the Weasley twins alone.

Snape moved from his position in the darker corner of the already dim kitchen and uncrossed his arms, that shady look, which often spoke of the plans going on in the back of his head, coming into his eyes. "Headmaster, don't you think that's a little odd?"

Dumbledore looked up at him, glasses reflecting the light of the candles as his eyes took on an almost innocent, clueless look. They all knew him well enough to know he was aware of everything that was 'a little odd.'

Snape continued anyway, enjoying his moment to speak, the slight rise in his voice making it clear he was addressing the entire order. "An ancient spell from a world long destroyed summons four boys from Japan, one of which we know must be….."

"Ah, but we can only speculate, Severus."

"…Of course, Headmaster. Four Japanese boys, one of which should be a demon by the spell's details, and now the Japanese ministry is having some supposed crisis which they won't explain to you, a long time advocate and friend?"

Others around the table were muttering to each other, agreeing all too firmly with the accusations in the potion master's words.

"Severus is right," McGonagal spoke, her voice stern, demanding a new route in their decisions. "One coincidence is already one too many, Albus, but this?"

"I am well aware," the bearded man replied, looking to each of them in turn and meeting them with his deep, wise eyes, "in times like these, coincidences simply do not exist."

"Then will you detain them?"

"We cannot have demons running around, Dumbledore."

"Why?" the Headmaster cut back into the sudden noise of the kitchen, silencing all of their protests and demands. "Because as of this morning demons did not exist? Because we thought them to be extinct?"

His question brought silence to the room once more and the other members struggled to answer. It was such an obvious answer that they were immediately aware it was the wrong one: because demons are evil.

But Dumbledore was a teacher – one of those teachers they all knew well enough to know when he was asking a trick question. And he was almost daring one of them to give him that answer, because they all knew already if such an answer came so easily, it was probably not the right one.

And in this case, it was an unacceptable one. They knew nothing of these boys, so they had no right to call them out due to race.

A few of the members cast bare glances to the figure at the back of the room, nearest to the door. His pale face remained stoically sad, staring off into the fire and seemingly lost to the rest of the world.

"Remus?" Dumbledore called softly, summoning his attention back to the present. The werewolf turned to him, not truly having been listening but also not really having been ignoring them either. "You have been quiet all this time, is there something you wish to say?"

Lupin glanced around at all the eyes now locked on him, as if noticing he was in a room full of people for the first time. He supposed Dumbledore had drawn attention to him because he had a right to speak in some way. Like these demons – if they were that – he was a member of a race named in general not in individuality.

"Well…the lot of you are treating them like criminals," he replied, not truly sure what he was saying. He didn't want these demons at the school, not with Harry, not drawing Voldemort anywhere near him and his friends. But he couldn't condemn them either, even if he, too, believed they were most likely evil. "The summoning spell brought them here; it wasn't their choice…. It…It isn't right to treat them as the suspects of a crime they were never given the option to commit."

Dumbledore was smiling at him, which made him want to turn away – made him want to leave. The man had merely asked him to speak because he knew that Lupin would defend those boys with the right to live freely without labels and race tacked on to them. Often, he disliked how the Headmaster used those around him so easily as the means to his own ends.

"Well then," the older man turned to look at the other members, who still looked less than convinced. "Unless you can give me solid demonic evidence that is more convincing than Hiei's red eyes – something half of the magical creatures in The Monster Book of Monsters possess – I believe we can welcome four new students to Hogwarts this year."

Looks of intense worry were all the reply Dumbledore's statement received. Well, that and Tonks' overly enthusiastic suggestion of hiding metamorphmagus Aurors throughout the new students, as well.

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One week and one day later, Lupin was watching those four boys – and now confirmed three demons (er…two and half? One and two halves?) – boarding the Hogwarts Express bound for the safest place in all of the UK.

And Harry was climbing on right behind them.

Lupin was already worried enough for the boy. He had been so…depressed for the entire duration of his stay at his Godfather's place this summer and had only just seemed to come out of it with the new arrivals. Though, the werewolf was pretty sure he was a long way from full recovery.

The once-professor glanced to the others standing beside him as Hiei disappeared into the train's corridors just behind Kurama. Molly was watching her children vanish with just as much apprehension.

She knew the dangers that awaited her children this year as well. And this time, it seemed as if they would be sitting beside them the entire way.

Lupin had a feeling that more people than usual were praying the Headmaster knew what he was doing.

The werewolf frowned, replaying bits of the conversation he had recalled (relying on the pesky wolf for the pieces he had missed – at the time, he hadn't understood that inner voice's attentiveness). He disliked more and more how the Headmaster kept things from the Order and from Harry. Lupin felt it was an unnecessary risk that often put them in a danger he wasn't willing to place his best friend's godson in any more.

He'd put it on himself to take care of Harry, in the name of the two best friends that he hadn't been able to protect.

Madeye, standing beside Lupin, elbowed him in the back. "You're forgetting the translators," he muttered in a guttural voice. The werewolf, stumbling from the physical reminder, looked up at him.

"Maybe that new professor will know something." That's what Moody had said when he walked up between the two after the meeting had been called. Dumbledore had just smiled.

"I will be meeting with Professor Mushayama when she returns."

"She left?" That had been news that started Lupin into speaking. The new Defense teacher that the Headmaster had hired was supposed to be some brilliant mind on all methods of Dark Arts and defending against them.

They could really use that kind of knowledge right now, even if no one knew how Dumbleldore had found her. Or, according to him, how she had found him.

"Apparently she was summoned back to Asia to deal with this Crisis that we, again, are not privy to know about." Though there was humor in Dumbledore's voice, his eyes had shown a distress that only came about when he was unaware of a situation.

It worried Lupin deeply, even as Madeye had growled out, "That's a bit of a coincidence as well."

"I know. We just seem to keep stacking them up, don't we?"

As Lupin stared at Madeye, the swiveling eye locking on him for a second, he was jolted back to the present. His eyes widened in recognition and he dug into his pocket. "Oh, right, the translator charms!" He ran forward, dodging the others on the platform, and then along the train's side, looking into the compartment windows until he saw the red shock of Kurama's hair.

The fox replied easily when called to, lowering the window and smiling at him as he stuck his head out.

Lupin handed him a deep gold box, wrapped with a dark green ribbon. "The translators. We had them made into pendants to wear around your necks. They should allow you to speak without the translation spells."

Kurama, smiling away the surprise at the sudden appearance of the werewolf beneath the window, as well as the gift, thanked him and accepted the box. He handed them to Hiei who tore the ribbon off with less than graceful patience.

"How do we get these stupid spells off then?" Yusuke asked, leaning out the window, his head banging against Kurama's and earning him a light but more playful glare.

Lupin faltered for a minute, having forgotten to remove them. "Have Hermione do it, she's a brilliant enough witch to remove them for you."

Kurama nodded as the train jolted, sending the two friends' heads into each other much harder this time. The redhead winced – Yusuke didn't even seem to notice.

"Eh, sorry," he said sheepishly as he received a dark glare from his friend, who was holding his head and pulling back inside the car. "Hard as a rock, and all…" Yusuke turned back to the man standing on the deck below and grinned cockily, something that seemed to fit his nature. "Thanks Mr. Lupin!"

The darker-haired teen pulled his head back inside the window, leaving the werewolf on the platform, staring up slightly at the window even as the train started moving. He could hear Molly's alternating death threats to behave and goodbyes aimed at the next window over mixed in with the other calls and cries of parents and children alike.

The train was out of sight long before he was ready for it to be and long before the noise began to dim. His goodbye to Harry had been too brief – still too worried that he could never be there for the boy as Sirius had been.

As he turned back, a heavy hand came down on his frail shoulder. "Quit moping." The growl brought him back to focus and he couldn't help but smile at Moody, who seemed to be there for him whenever he most needed someone these days.

"I'm not moping," he replied, sounding more like he had in the days when he, Sirius, and James had all attended Hogwarts.

"Stop moping. Don't you know the face on the moon is a grinning one?"

"I'm not moping, Pads."

"Well you're certainly not grinning, Moony."

He smiled slightly at the memory and allowed his body to follow the flow of other parents leaving Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

Inside, the wolf was screaming past the confines of its whispering cage. As always, Lupin pushed it to the side and ignored him.

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Harry tried to pay attention to Neville, knee deep in an invigorating story about the Fluxweed plant he was currently holding. Apparently, the plant, dotted with blue flowers (and filling the car with a minty smell) was rather rare and took his Grandmother a bit of work to acquire.

The Boy Who Lived just couldn't make himself pay attention. Hm, wonder why.

It wasn't so much that he wasn't interested (okay, he really wasn't) but Harry had other things more pressing to think about. And it was something he never imagined himself actually spending brainpower on.

Demons.

Could they be real? It wouldn't be the first time for Harry to come face to face with animals or things he never imagined existed before. That's something one gets used to in the wizarding world.

But, on the other hand, it wouldn't be the first time that Voledmort purposefully put a dream into his mind to make him think something was going on that wasn't.

Sirius.

Harry pushed away the sorrow, the pain, the guilt, and focused solely on previous thoughts. Demons. Demon, demons, demons. Not Sirius.

So which was the more likely of the two? Still, Harry had trouble wrapping his mind around the thought of demons – he didn't want to imagine a new threat. Yet at the same time, he had a feeling this wasn't just a dream implanted by his rival.

Something was telling him this was different.

And so he chose to trust his instincts and believe in the first of the two options. Okay, so maybe demons did exist. First he had to make himself accept that, and then he and Ron and Hermione (especially Hermione – mainly Hermione) could start working on some sort of plan to defend themselves.

Neville was still going on about his plant, now into the minute details of everything for which the Fluxweed could be used. After the tournament two years ago, and the boy's helpful knowledge of Gillyweed, Harry had tried to pay more attention to his words (endless babble) on herbology, should he need it again.

He hadn't lasted a week before tuning the poor boy out became automatic once more.

The door to their compartment slid open, interrupting his thoughts (somehow jumping between ignoring Neville and contemplating demons was confusing his brain into contemplating Neville and ignoring demons) and revealed Kurama and Yusuke (and suddenly demons wasn't so hard to concentrate on, anymore). Harry, Neville, and Luna, the only three occupying the car, turned to the two new boys.

Neville seemed to squeak, holding his Fluxweed close to his chest (as if these two boys might steal it). "Wh-who are you?"

Kurama smiled almost charmingly (and Harry wondered if his glasses were working because it looked like the redhead actually glanced down at the plant in interest – and something the Boy Who Lived could only describe as desire – weird Japanese kids). "I'm Kurama Minamino," the redheaded boy said, extending his hand to Neville in a gesture meant to calm the human.

Harry smiled when the boy looked to him for confirmation that this was something safe to do. He still didn't know why so many turned to him, especially in such cases. "It's okay, Neville, I know these two. They're transfers to Hogwarts."

"Transfers?" Luna's light, airy voice interrupted anything Neville or the others might have said. She glanced over the top (well, technically the bottom) of her upside-down issue of The Quibbler and observed the two boys with the same look she always seemed to wear.

"Yes, four are from Japan, and Kurama and Yusuke are two of them," Harry replied, reciting the lie Dumbledore had been very persistent the trio know before leaving for Kings Cross Station. "Did you want something?"

"Yeah," Yusuke began, having nodded at the two kids he didn't recognize before looking back to Harry. "Lupin gave us translator thingies-"

"Charms, Mr. Potter, but we need Miss Granger to remove the current translation spell placed upon us before we can use them," Kurama continued, knowing from experience he was going to…phrase the request far better than his companion. "Do you happen to know where she is?"

Harry glanced between the two, briefly wondering why one of the Order hadn't removed the spell themselves. "Well, she's a Prefect, so she won't-"

"She's a what?"

The Boy Who Lived couldn't help the smile at Yusuke's interruption. No matter how much magical information they had tried to cram into the four boys between the week of shopping in Diagon Alley and the trip to Platform Nine and Three Quarters, nothing seemed to stick with them.

Well, at least not with Yusuke or Kuwabara. Kurama had retained the information somewhat, forgetting the more detailed facts in between but remembering the gist of everything mentioned. And Hiei…well, Harry couldn't tell if the smallest of their guests even listened to begin with.

But, then again, that seemed to be the norm with…everything discussed with these boys.

"Er, Prefects," the brunette repeated. "They're like…student council or…Hall Monitors. They have certain authority over the rest of the students and a few duties-"

"Like monitoring the train," Neville piped in, then grew sheepish after realizing his interruption and hid himself behind hunched shoulders.

Harry's smile grew into an encouraging gesture he aimed towards the boy. Neville had certainly changed since the battle in the Ministry Building last year.

The Boy Who Lived ignored the pain that gripped his chest like the icy hand of a Dementor.

"Which is where Hermione and Ron are now," Harry continued, looking back to the two standing in the doorway and giving another smile to bury any emotion going through him. "They should be back in a little while. If you want, I'll let her know for you. She can stop by then."

Kurama nodded, giving a small bow of his head. "We'd greatly appreciate that. Thank you, Mr. Potter."

"Er, Harry's still okay, Kurama."

"Of course, Harry."

Kurama slid the door shut on the Boy Who Lived, who was shaking his head in something between confusion and amusement. Yusuke tucked his hands behind his shock of (still un-gelled – which was really beginning to tick the Spirit Detective off –) hair and started back for their compartment, two cars down.

"It'll be nice to be able to speak Japanese again," the detective began, pushing up on his hands so his hair ruffled under his fingers (if it was gelled, it wouldn't have done that!) "Real Japanese, I mean – instead of thinking it and getting…uh…this."

Kurama merely nodded beside him, giving a soft affirmative before entering their own car behind his leader. He sat back down beside Hiei, wrapping his arms around himself, fingers lightly gripping either of his upper arms.

The fire demon, who had declined (translation: stayed completely silent) to go with Yusuke and Kurama, glanced at the fox. He frowned at the slight shake that went through his companion, his eyes narrowing at the raised bumps running up and down his skin.

Sensing the hiyoukai's eyes on him, green irises turned and met them. "I'm fine, Hiei. Merely cold."

"Cold?" Kuwabara mimicked, a quick in his eyebrow. "I think it's kind of warm in here."

"And getting warmer," Yusuke muttered as the temperature in the compartment rose several degrees. Hiei was fluxing his energy ever so slightly, raising the heat of the room.

Kurama couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness and thanked him as his skin warmed and he relaxed, his arms going back to his side and hands resting now in his lap. Yusuke shut Kuwabara up before complaints could even begin, happy to give the two a quiet little moment, even if neither of them knew it was a quiet little moment.

"Get your hand off my mouth, Urameshi!" The quiet moment ruined, the detective gave a shrug, releasing the headlock and vice-grip he held over Kuwabara's mouth. Even through the muffled noises, the occupants of the room had understood his words. "You want me to give you another pounding?"

"Another?" Yusuke laughed, tilting his head back with the reverberating sound. "You haven't been able to knock me to the ground, let alone beat me, in all the years I've known you!"

His boisterous laughter filled the compartment, causing Kuwabara to try and tackle him in the very small space, tempting Hiei to detach both their heads from their shoulders, and in turn, tempting Kurama to detach both of the boys from each other.

"Yusuke, Kuwabara," the redhead interrupted, trying to stifle both a chuckle of amusement and a groan of annoyance as the boys managed to settle down. "You're not supposed to remember things like that."

Yusuke gave an over-exaggerated sigh as he collapsed heavily against the back of the seat. The car was bumping along now, the train picking up speed as it traveled through the countryside. "Yeah, when can we start remembering things again?"

"That's the problem, Yusuke. It would take some sort of traumatic event to bring our memories back fully or even partially." Kurama carefully extracted Bikou from his hiding spot as he spoke. Back at the Burrow, the group, upon wondering exactly how they would hide the shadow demon, quickly found out that not only was he a very transparent and sly creature, but he loved playing around in the fox's hair and clothing.

Kurama hadn't been so sure hiding a shadow demon on his body was a smart idea but he was quickly out-voted. Just watching the overly graceful fox try and walk around the first few hours with a squirming, deadly youkai in his pants had them all laughing hard enough to out-vote him on anything.

Now Yusuke was eyeing the thing as it came out of hiding, lying comfortably on Kurama's lap and purr-wheezing once more. That thing was Evil Reincarnated.

Hiei still couldn't understand it and (similar to Yusuke, but for far more logical reasons) didn't trust it either.

Kuwabara, on the other hand, was still trying to befriend the shadow demon that looked too much like a kitten for the teen's own good. He'd yet to actually successfully pet their new pet, but the sporting of several new cuts and bites – all purified by his surrounding teammates, of course – showed that he was still trying!

Nothing would stop the Mighty and Manly Kuwabara from gaining the love of a new kitten!

But back to the topic at hand. Kuwabara was frowning, a look he normally adopted when thinking too hard or too much about something. "Would it be stupid to wish for a traumatic event?"

"Quite possibly."

Yusuke slouched in his seat. "Too late."

Before Kurama could send him a warning glance laced with amusement, Kuwabara gripped his hair, looking ready to pull it out in frustration. "I'm so sick of trying to remember not to remember anything!"

"And failing."

"Shut it, Shrimp!"

The fox demon raised a hand, trying to calm the situation (especially since Bikou had raised his head and narrowed its yellow slits of eyes). "You two, can we not start so early?"

However, as the train chugged along on the long journey to a new school year, the boys settled into their usual antics anyways – Yusuke and Kuwabara recalling their best fights (and whose fight was better, which would lead into an argument as to which one was a better fighter, which would lead to an actual fight, which would lead to Kuwabara getting his face smashed into the floor of the car); Kurama politely ignoring them, if not for the interruption merely to remind them to keep it down; and Hiei simply ignoring them all, seemingly asleep as he leaned against the wall.

As they bumped along, occasionally jostled more often than the last as they hit a rougher patch of rails or the train rounded a slight corner (bridges seemed to be particularly rough and, for some reason, they seemed to cross an odd number of those on their journey), Kurama couldn't help but listen as his two teammates sat recalling their favorite opponents.

"Jin's definitely still in my top…five," Yusuke decided after a small bout of thinking (this wasn't easy stuff – he'd had a lot of fights after all!) Somewhere along the way, they'd progressed from fights in general to the fights of the Dark Tournament.

Hiei cracked an eye open.

"I don't know," Kuwabara countered, rubbing his chin with his forefinger in thought. "All my fights were kinda' sucky at the tournament. I didn't really like any of 'em."

Yusuke glanced at the fire demon, who had a small, almost irresistible smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. However, when it was clear he wasn't going to give away his 'I'm-really-asleep-so-you-don't-know-that-I'm-really-listening' stealth mode for the sake of a joke, the detective looked back to Kuwabara and said, "I think that was a personal problem."

Another fight ensued.

Kuwabara found himself with his face smashed into the floor of the car…again.

Kurama began rubbing his temples slightly from the constant noise affliction and bursts of fighting which were beginning to give him a light headache. He was no longer trying to stop them. His thoughts, instead, had drifted to less jovial topics he had long been trying to bury beneath his conscience.

Hiei glanced over at the fox, both red eyes opening at the slight furrow of his brow over those green eyes and the distant, dark look that overtook once-bright pupils. The fire demon knew that look – his best friend had worn it for almost two months straight after the Dark Tournament.

It had taken spying on him in the middle of the night to figure out what was causing that look, because Heaven, Hell, and Spirit World together all knew Kurama wasn't the type to come forward when he was having a problem he felt was his own to deal with.

And that problem was a violet-eyed crow demon named Karasu.

Hiei had had his fair share of nightmares (with his upbringing, he'd eventually accepted them as a fact and not a weakness) and so managed not to take Kurama's fears as complete frailty, though he had wondered why this particular demon plagued him so – and apparently still did.

Kurama glanced at him, that dark look fleeting as he caught sight of red eyes. He lightly reprimanded himself for being caught with his mind adrift by the one person to whom he always tried to prove his focus and abilities.

That seemed to be happening a lot lately.

So the fox demon gave a smile to ward off the dark feeling clouding deeply in his chest. Hiei didn't seem to buy it, which made Kurama laugh; sometimes the fire demon's worry, endearing to no end, was also limitlessly cute.

Reaching out and ruffling his hair (laughing harder at the glare that followed and the small hand that pushed his longer, feminine limb away), the kitsune just grinned almost teasingly. "I'm fine, Hiei. Thank you for your concer-"

Kurama stopped mid sentence – perhaps the first hint that something was wrong. With red eyes locked on him before his words even died, the kitsune retracted his hand as if burned and curled is body around the limb.

"Fox?" Hiei, the first to straighten immediately (with Yusuke and Kuwabara a second behind) reached out to grab him but hissed and pulled back, staring at his own hand. The kitsune was freezing cold to the touch, as if he'd just walked away from a day spent in a freezer.

"C-Cold…" Kurama was almost hyperventilating with how fast he was trying to breathe to keep the air going through his lungs warm and the dark, painful feeling of claws wrapped around his chest from digging in any further than they already seemed to be.

Yusuke leapt to his feet, moving over to Kurama and throwing off his own jacket to wrap around the fox, letting out a yelp when his hand came in contact with the kitsune's skin as well. "What the hell!"

Kuwabara let out a similar yell when the temperature in the car suddenly spiked – going up at least fifteen degrees as Hiei fluxed his power once more, only this time with a much more serious expression and a darker look in his eyes. Yusuke glanced between the two, focused more on Kurama who didn't seem to feel the warmth at all.

"Kurama, what's wrong, man?" he asked, trying to shake him out of his shivering, feeling the cold radiating from the fox even through the extra layers of clothing. Kurama managed to lift his head, green eyes wide and distant as they locked with Yusuke's.

"D-Death. It feels like d-death did, Yusuke," he whispered, his voice permeated with the shivering of his body. The detective, confused, took a step back and away from those scared, emerald eyes.

The lights on the train went out and the students' screams ran up and down the train for the second time in Hogwarts' history.

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Chapter 9

End

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Alright, so I tried to get more HP group in there, and just ended up with Lupin and the Order. But not to worry, Harry N' Friends finally get a good debut next chapter and from there on out it should be a more even mix.

Hopefully. These things never go where I plan (or tell them) to.

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