DISCLAIMER: Don't own it. because if I did own it, do you think I'd waste
my time writing crappy fanfiction about it? Really now.
This story contains fluff, silliness and general stupidity, as well as
character assassination on most HP characters. Flames will be admired and
pinned up on the refrigerator.
This is probably the last chapter posted for a while. Why? Simply because it's not worth my time. However, if I find out that people actually read this, I will continue to post chapters. You review, I type up. Fair exchange, no?
Harry awoke several days later to Ron landing on his bed with the force of a small explosion.
"Wake up Harry!" He yelled happily, voice temporarily reverting to its pre- pubescent squeakiness. "We're going to Diagon Alley today!"
Harry dragged himself out of bed, feeling the ache of every joint. His current discomfort, as well as several large bruises, could be attributed as much to Ron's consistent violent wake up calls, as well as Yuusuke's daily pummeling sessions that he preferred to call "training."
"Whoop-dee-freakin-doo." Harry mumbled as he began to dress, slipping into a pair of clean-ish boxers as the door exploded open.
"Hey Harry!" Yuusuke bellowed as he bounded into Harry's bedroom. "D'you have any socks I can borrow?"
Harry, one leg in his boxers, lost his balance and toppled over with an eep. "Top drawer," Harry replied, blushing furiously from his prone position on the floor.
Yuusuke opened said drawer, and selected the least rancid pair he could find before bounding out again, tossing a "Thanks!" back over his shoulder. Harry finished dressing quickly, keeping one eye trained on the door, wary of further interruptions. And wary for a good reason, for just as he was finishing up, Kurama poked his head into the room. Harry blinked in surprise, then pointed and screamed at an abnormally high pitched level that could only be heard by dogs, foxes, and the occasional odd Yuoko.
Kurama winced, his hands slapping over his ears in an attempt to block out the ungodly sound. Hiei, passing by, darted into the room as a black blur and kicked Harry in the gut.
"Shut your trap – baka." The small one growled, effectively shutting the wizard up. "We're leaving now. You missed breakfast. If you whine, I'll kill you."
Harry eeped, scared into complacency by the homicidal look in Hiei's eye, and ran from the room, colliding with Ron in the corridor. "Next stop, Diagon Alley!" His friend grinned, slapping Harry on the back, and sending him, once again, into a very fed up end table. Harry groaned, watching warily as Hiei exited his bedroom, once again being stalked by Kurama. The latter was staring at the smaller's ass with an almost territorial glare.
The group trooped down towards the main fireplace, where Harry briefly explained the ins and outs of floo powder. "Speak clearly, and don't sneeze." Harry directed, remembering his past experiences "Try not to explode anything, and don't take anything someone offers you outside the apothecary."
Kurama's eyes widened in joy. "An apothecary! I wonder if they have tincture of..." He rambled on, oblivious to the fact that no one neither knew nor cared what he was talking about.
Hiei went first, chucking a fistful of floo powder in the fire before diving in, rejoicing in his natural element. "Diagon Alley!" he called in badly accented English, disappearing in a puff of eerie purple smoke. Yuusuke went next, then Kurama, and finally Harry.
They all reappeared in Diagon, sans Hiei. "Don't worry about him." Yuusuke said dismissively.
"Look Harry! A Chudley Cannons sale!" Ron shrieked, pointing. Indeed, in the center of the square, members of the unfortunate Quidditch team were being auctioned off to the highest bidder, which appeared to be a three year old with a single silver sickle. "Cheap! Useful!" proclaimed a sign hovering above their heads. Ron wandered off to ogle and drool. Kurama had long since disappeared into the apothecary. Yuusuke looked over at Harry, bored. Harry sighed. "I guess you're coming to Gringotts with me?" Yuusuke nodded, and the two set off.
One hell of a catacombs ride later, the two emerged from Gringotts. Yuusuke looked no worse for the wear and bore a triumphant grin. Harry, however, looked like he had been hit by a cyclone of decaying cats. His hair stuck out at odd angles and his skin had an unhealthy greenish tint. He spoke through gritted teeth: "Last time I let you drive. You should have listened to that goblin."
Yuusuke shrugged. "Meh. I had fun." Harry shuddered again and readied himself to pass out once again. However, the timely arrival of a certain know-it-all bushy haired girl prevented it. It was lucky that Kurama wasn't anywhere in the general vicinity, because the combined squealing of Harry and the girl, Hermione Granger, would have burst his eardrums a hundred times over.
As it was Yuusuke abandoned all dignity and fled to nearby Knockturn Alley for protection. The eerie silence soothed his frazzled nerves almost immediately. That fragile calm was shattered almost immediately by the creepy sensation of being watched. Yuusuke looked about him, curious. Haggard faces stared out at him from grime covered windows. He cracked his knuckles loudly, challenging all comers. "I'm ready to kick some ass. It's been too long since I've had a decent workout."
To his great disappointment, only one figure appeared. Yuusuke lowered his fist. "Hullo Hiei."
"Hn." Hiei acknowledged him. He was carrying a large suspicious looking package under one arm. Yuusuke eyed it, curious, but since he knew Hiei, he didn't even bother to ask. Like as not, he'd probably get a leg broken for his troubles. Hiei, ignoring Yuusuke's curiosity, gestured towards Diagon Alley. "You think they're done yet?"
A high-pitched squeal answered their question. Yuusuke sighed. "Apparently not." The two headed back into Diagon Alley, skirting the edge of the main street, intent on finding the apothecary, and by association, Kurama.
Their course was diverted by Hiei's discovery of Florian Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor. "Sweet snow!" he cried, pulling Yuusuke towards the entrance with the gravitational force of a small planet. "I hope you brought money!" he growled, looking at Yuusuke expectantly.
"In a manner of speaking..." Yuusuke grinned, producing a handful of Knuts, Sickles, and Galleons, stolen from Harry's vault. "The little one....is like a penny...." He muttered, trying to remember the values.
Hiei hurriedly snatched them out of Yuusuke's hand. "Who cares? Sweet Snow!" With that, he marched inside and demanded three of each flavor from a frightened server.
Yuusuke came up behind him, looking amused. "Uh, Hiei? We aren't in Japan. She can't understand you." He struggled to remember the basic English grammar Harry had been teaching him. He addressed the server: "Ice cream...three each...type. Please?"
"Three of each type?" She asked, incredulous, looking around at the 46 flavors they stocked. Yuusuke nodded, pleased to be understood.
Hiei grinned in anticipation. "Sweet Snow!" He beamed. Coming next chapter! (if it ever gets typed up) ~Kurama meets Hermione ~Two major characters temporarily melt into puddles ~Hiei gets his ice cream ~Kurama and Yuusuke struggle with English. Hiei just reads minds. (
Yes, all this and more in action packed chapter nine!
R/R! I'm not a review whore, really. .
This is probably the last chapter posted for a while. Why? Simply because it's not worth my time. However, if I find out that people actually read this, I will continue to post chapters. You review, I type up. Fair exchange, no?
Harry awoke several days later to Ron landing on his bed with the force of a small explosion.
"Wake up Harry!" He yelled happily, voice temporarily reverting to its pre- pubescent squeakiness. "We're going to Diagon Alley today!"
Harry dragged himself out of bed, feeling the ache of every joint. His current discomfort, as well as several large bruises, could be attributed as much to Ron's consistent violent wake up calls, as well as Yuusuke's daily pummeling sessions that he preferred to call "training."
"Whoop-dee-freakin-doo." Harry mumbled as he began to dress, slipping into a pair of clean-ish boxers as the door exploded open.
"Hey Harry!" Yuusuke bellowed as he bounded into Harry's bedroom. "D'you have any socks I can borrow?"
Harry, one leg in his boxers, lost his balance and toppled over with an eep. "Top drawer," Harry replied, blushing furiously from his prone position on the floor.
Yuusuke opened said drawer, and selected the least rancid pair he could find before bounding out again, tossing a "Thanks!" back over his shoulder. Harry finished dressing quickly, keeping one eye trained on the door, wary of further interruptions. And wary for a good reason, for just as he was finishing up, Kurama poked his head into the room. Harry blinked in surprise, then pointed and screamed at an abnormally high pitched level that could only be heard by dogs, foxes, and the occasional odd Yuoko.
Kurama winced, his hands slapping over his ears in an attempt to block out the ungodly sound. Hiei, passing by, darted into the room as a black blur and kicked Harry in the gut.
"Shut your trap – baka." The small one growled, effectively shutting the wizard up. "We're leaving now. You missed breakfast. If you whine, I'll kill you."
Harry eeped, scared into complacency by the homicidal look in Hiei's eye, and ran from the room, colliding with Ron in the corridor. "Next stop, Diagon Alley!" His friend grinned, slapping Harry on the back, and sending him, once again, into a very fed up end table. Harry groaned, watching warily as Hiei exited his bedroom, once again being stalked by Kurama. The latter was staring at the smaller's ass with an almost territorial glare.
The group trooped down towards the main fireplace, where Harry briefly explained the ins and outs of floo powder. "Speak clearly, and don't sneeze." Harry directed, remembering his past experiences "Try not to explode anything, and don't take anything someone offers you outside the apothecary."
Kurama's eyes widened in joy. "An apothecary! I wonder if they have tincture of..." He rambled on, oblivious to the fact that no one neither knew nor cared what he was talking about.
Hiei went first, chucking a fistful of floo powder in the fire before diving in, rejoicing in his natural element. "Diagon Alley!" he called in badly accented English, disappearing in a puff of eerie purple smoke. Yuusuke went next, then Kurama, and finally Harry.
They all reappeared in Diagon, sans Hiei. "Don't worry about him." Yuusuke said dismissively.
"Look Harry! A Chudley Cannons sale!" Ron shrieked, pointing. Indeed, in the center of the square, members of the unfortunate Quidditch team were being auctioned off to the highest bidder, which appeared to be a three year old with a single silver sickle. "Cheap! Useful!" proclaimed a sign hovering above their heads. Ron wandered off to ogle and drool. Kurama had long since disappeared into the apothecary. Yuusuke looked over at Harry, bored. Harry sighed. "I guess you're coming to Gringotts with me?" Yuusuke nodded, and the two set off.
One hell of a catacombs ride later, the two emerged from Gringotts. Yuusuke looked no worse for the wear and bore a triumphant grin. Harry, however, looked like he had been hit by a cyclone of decaying cats. His hair stuck out at odd angles and his skin had an unhealthy greenish tint. He spoke through gritted teeth: "Last time I let you drive. You should have listened to that goblin."
Yuusuke shrugged. "Meh. I had fun." Harry shuddered again and readied himself to pass out once again. However, the timely arrival of a certain know-it-all bushy haired girl prevented it. It was lucky that Kurama wasn't anywhere in the general vicinity, because the combined squealing of Harry and the girl, Hermione Granger, would have burst his eardrums a hundred times over.
As it was Yuusuke abandoned all dignity and fled to nearby Knockturn Alley for protection. The eerie silence soothed his frazzled nerves almost immediately. That fragile calm was shattered almost immediately by the creepy sensation of being watched. Yuusuke looked about him, curious. Haggard faces stared out at him from grime covered windows. He cracked his knuckles loudly, challenging all comers. "I'm ready to kick some ass. It's been too long since I've had a decent workout."
To his great disappointment, only one figure appeared. Yuusuke lowered his fist. "Hullo Hiei."
"Hn." Hiei acknowledged him. He was carrying a large suspicious looking package under one arm. Yuusuke eyed it, curious, but since he knew Hiei, he didn't even bother to ask. Like as not, he'd probably get a leg broken for his troubles. Hiei, ignoring Yuusuke's curiosity, gestured towards Diagon Alley. "You think they're done yet?"
A high-pitched squeal answered their question. Yuusuke sighed. "Apparently not." The two headed back into Diagon Alley, skirting the edge of the main street, intent on finding the apothecary, and by association, Kurama.
Their course was diverted by Hiei's discovery of Florian Fortesque's Ice Cream Parlor. "Sweet snow!" he cried, pulling Yuusuke towards the entrance with the gravitational force of a small planet. "I hope you brought money!" he growled, looking at Yuusuke expectantly.
"In a manner of speaking..." Yuusuke grinned, producing a handful of Knuts, Sickles, and Galleons, stolen from Harry's vault. "The little one....is like a penny...." He muttered, trying to remember the values.
Hiei hurriedly snatched them out of Yuusuke's hand. "Who cares? Sweet Snow!" With that, he marched inside and demanded three of each flavor from a frightened server.
Yuusuke came up behind him, looking amused. "Uh, Hiei? We aren't in Japan. She can't understand you." He struggled to remember the basic English grammar Harry had been teaching him. He addressed the server: "Ice cream...three each...type. Please?"
"Three of each type?" She asked, incredulous, looking around at the 46 flavors they stocked. Yuusuke nodded, pleased to be understood.
Hiei grinned in anticipation. "Sweet Snow!" He beamed. Coming next chapter! (if it ever gets typed up) ~Kurama meets Hermione ~Two major characters temporarily melt into puddles ~Hiei gets his ice cream ~Kurama and Yuusuke struggle with English. Hiei just reads minds. (
Yes, all this and more in action packed chapter nine!
R/R! I'm not a review whore, really. .