Title: Snapshots

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or Harry Potter.

Notes: Nothing. Unless you asked a question in your review. Look at the bottom if you did.

Snapshot Title: Packing Time

"I don't like this," Yusuke grumbled. He was sitting on Harry's bed, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Harry pack. "Who's going to keep you safe from the bullies if I'm not there?"

"I can protect myself," Harry said, not really paying attention as he shoved something in his small suitcase. "You taught me how to punch so I wouldn't break my finger again, remember? Besides, Sirius isn't letting me go anywhere near Dudley."

"Your cousin isn't the only bully in Europe," Yusuke said petulantly. "Someone else might try to beat you up. I should come with you just to make sure."

Harry rolled his eyes as he closed his suitcase. He had packed everything but his robes, and he couldn't do that with Yusuke in the room, he wasn't supposed to know. "You wouldn't have anywhere to sleep. Sirius told me Mr. Moony only has a pull-out couch, or fold-out couch, or whatever those couches that turn into beds are called," Harry said, frowning as he tried to recall what was in Moony's letter instead of what Sirius had called the couch. He didn't think those kinds of couches were really called 'spring busted pieces of Dementor shit', but with the wizarding world you never really knew. "And who would protect Keiko if you left? You know Hojo still follows us around just so he can catch us without you there."

"Keiko has slapping skills that rival any punch known to mankind. She could take Hojo down with one swing," Yusuke said, and Harry blinked at him. He wanted to believe Yusuke wasn't serious, but Yusuke was nodding like his observation was a universal law and should be accepted by all. Harry scowled.

"And," Yusuke continued, oblivious to Harry's mounting anger, "you still try to talk your way out of fights, and bullies like Hojo and Dudley can't be reasoned with. You have to kick ass to make your point, not out smart them."

Harry could feel his face heating up as he glared at Yusuke. No way, Yusuke had not just… "You think I'm weaker than Keiko. A girl," he stated flatly.

Yusuke stiffened and his eyes went wide with panic. Or maybe it was realization, Harry was too angry to care which. "I didn't say that," Yusuke protested, and Harry snorted. "I didn't!"

"Yes, you did! You said Keiko could handle herself on her own for a week, but you have to come to London to protect me!" Harry shouted.

"Yeah, but that's 'cause Keiko knows the right time to slap and run for it, while you're still standing there, trying to talk them out of it," Yusuke yelled back. "I didn't say you're weak."

"So I'm stupid then?" Harry snapped, pushing Yusuke, and Yusuke jumped off the bed to stand right in front of Harry, his fists clenched.

"I didn't say that either," Yusuke said, and Harry snorted, his hands forming little fists. "Your brain's dead."

"See! You said it-"

"What the devil is going on in here?" Sirius asked, poking his head around the door frame. The two boys didn't say anything, just glared at each other. "Harry?"

"I'm going home," Yusuke said suddenly, and stalked out of the room. A minute later the front door slammed shut, a hard thing to manage considering how the rusty hinges liked to stick.

"Harry, you wanna talk about that?" Sirius asked gently, and Harry shook his head.

"No, Yusuke's just a jerk," Harry said angrily, yanking the suitcase open again. He pulled the bottom drawer of his dresser open, grabbed the two robes there, and kicked the drawer shut. Scowling, he threw them into the suitcase before slamming it shut, muttering "A big, fat asshole of a jerk."

"Ah, you know your father and I fought a lot," Sirius said as Harry sat down on the bed, pouting. "We had a really big one right before the end of our first year. We didn't talk the entire summer."

"I bet he never said you were weaker than a girl, though," Harry muttered. "Stupid jackass."

"Harry! What did I tell you?"

"No swearing until we get back," Harry said, frowning down at the floor to avoid looking at Sirius. He did not want to see that vaguely amused expression on Sirius's face. Yusuke was being a jerk, and he was in a bad mood; this was not the time for Sirius to think he was being funny.

"Exactly. Moony can lecture for hours, and I'd like to spare you that. Now about the girl thing, I can do you one better," Sirius said, and Harry looked up. "Two days out of Hogwarts your father dared me to wear a skirt to work and only answer to 'Miss Siri' for the entire day. When I tried to refuse, Moony invoked Marauder honor."

"And you had to accept," Harry said, his eyes lighting up.

"Yeah, I had to spend the entire day at Quality Quidditch Supplies listening to stupid jokes you're way too young to know, and James was right there, paying random men a sickle to pinch my bum," Sirius said with a grimace. "So until Yusuke does that, I think your Dad was a more vicious jerk."

"He's still a jerk."

"Everyone's a jerk at some point, kiddo. You just have to decide if everything else makes the jerk moments worth putting up with."

Author's Notes: I know these are short; they're meant to be. Like the title says, they're snapshots, little slices of life. That's why I normally wait until I have two or three before uploading. If you're looking for a little more this time, I did upload a sneak peak on my live journal under the subject 'Okay, I lied…'. It takes place several years from now story wise, but it shows how much influence Yusuke's had on Harry. As for Atsuko, I can't answer that without spoiling bits and pieces, but the next chapter—if I don't edit it out—touches on her issues a bit.