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Hey, I just made things easier for myself...ok then, if you need the song All Right! then email me, otherwise, download it. XD If it doesn't work, then ask me for the other songs you need. My email address is in the previous chapter, I believe.
This'll also make it possible for those who aren't allowed to email me to enjoy the "music chapter" to the fullest. It's coming up very soon, too, so...
-Chapter Eight, Amber Eyes-
At breakfast the next morning, Hermione and Ron noticed Harry looked paler than usual.
"You look like one of the ghosts!" Ron said, prodding Harry in the shoulder.
"Didn't get much sleep, I guess," Harry said.
Hermione quirked an eyebrow, and Ron snorted. Harry could tell neither believed him.
"Wha' 'appe'd?" Ron asked, his mouth stuffed to the breaking point with breakfast food.
Hermione shot him a sharp look, and he swallowed, "Err, I mean, what happened?"
"That dream again...the one where Voldemort (Ron and Hermione flinched) killed my parents. Something was new...after we talked to Professor Minamino, I saw this silver flash, and amber eyes and..." Harry shivered slightly, "His laugh was as bad as Voldemort's (more flinching)."
Ron gaped, "Really?"
"Yeah," Harry said, "Deeper...but just as cold."
Harry shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He'd never seen such a brilliant shade of silver...it seemed to flow, like silken hair, with the movements of those piercing amber eyes...and that laugh! So deep, it was almost hypnotizing...
He couldn't help but let his green eyes wander to the High Table, where Professor Minamino was sitting calmly, eating breakfast, his legs were probably crossed, too. The redhead caught Harry's eye and smiled kindly, startling him.
'But...yesterday he seemed so mad...' Harry blinked, and tried to eat, concentrating on his food to keep his mind from going over that dream, again and again...
--
Harry really concentrated hard on his upcoming lessons. Not only did he find he was better at it (well, duh! This guy van be worse than Yusuke sometimes, y'know...), but it got his mind off the dream. He didn't understand...it had never bothered him before.
Those piercing amber eyes seemed taped to his eyeballs – he saw them, wherever he went. He needed to find out who that was! He had a part in his parent's death, Harry knew it...
And he couldn't stop himself from staring at Professor Minamino in DADA, or when they passed in the halls. His mind wandered to the day before, when his eyes flashed gold...
A charm, to scare him off? Harry doubted it. That deep of amber gold was not a normal eye color. Hermione said it was a trick of the light, Ron decided to lift his spirits (note sarcasm) by suggesting he was a schizophrenic; -and- the gold eyes were a trick of the light.
He would ask him again. That was the only way: interrogate him until he finally told the truth.
--
So, a week later, Harry found himself, once again, in Professor Minamino's office.
"Harry. If Snape is still hinting at something-"
Harry cut him off, "He's stopped. Last week, when I saw you last time, your eyes..."
The professor's green eyes slant at this.
"...well, they turned gold..."
Kurama pointed to his floor, which was the yellowish stone of the castle, "Trick of the light. The floor's yellow color must've reflected into my eyes, and mingled with the green, changing their color when I looked at you."
Defeated, Harry thanked him and left. At least he didn't get pissed off like last time...
--
"So? Nothing?" Ron asked him.
"Nope. He said it was a trick of the light, because the floors are a shade of yellow," Harry sighed, "I don't believe it, though..."
Hermione suddenly punched the air in triumph, "I've got it!"
She whirled around, but Harry, knowing what was coming, snatched her arm, "What?"
"Veritaserum!" she exclaimed, "We corner him in his office, bring him a drink, and mix Veritaserum in it!"
"Won't he be suspicious of the drink?" Harry asked.
"It'll be Butterbeer...might make his mind more vulnerable, y'know? It's special, so we'll say it's an apology for bothering him!" Hermione looked ready to burst with pride.
"How are we going to get the Veritaserum?" Ron asked.
"Hm...well, making it is out of the question, it's way too hard and dangerous. Snape has a personal storage of the stuff, we could rob him, like last time," Hermione said.
"And the Butterbeer?" Harry asked.
"Next Hogsmeade trip is tomorrow!" Hermione punched the air again.
--
"I can't believe we got it," Hermione panted, clutching a small, clear vial to her chest.
"I'm never robbing Snape again," Ron muttered.
They'd set off a diversion, like in their third year, and once again outsmarted the professor. Who was still pink, by the way...
Harry nodded, and they rushed off to their common room, where Harry had stashed the bottle of Butterbeer under his bed during the weekend. He'd used a spell to keep it fresh, and clean, considering where it was stored. Hermione gently shook out a few drops of the clear liquid, and it's off to the professor's office again...
Poor guy.
It was break, so the professor was most likely preparing for his next class. Harry was about to knock on the door, but stopped when he heard voices.
"...Yusuke, they just won't leave me alone!"
"Ah, don't worry. They won't find out."
Kurama sighed, "I hope not. It is none of their business."
"Eh...I feel guilty now..." Hermione muttered.
"I don't," Harry said firmly, "He's hiding something."
He knocked.
It was Yusuke who answered. He snorted, looked at Kurama, who smiled and nodded, before letting them in.
"Um...professor, we, uh, brought you something to apologize for bothering you..." Hermione set the Butterbeer on his desk.
Kurama smiled, he could sense her uneasiness, "Arigatou."
"Means 'thank you'," Yusuke translated, grinning.
The three other wizards nodded. It sounded like his native language. His English was perfect, but his accent and Japanese way of pronouncing things sometimes got in the way. For example, he frequently pronounced 'r' as 'l', as did Yusuke.
Kurama nodded and took a drink. It tasted very warm, very good. He could tell it had an extremely small bit of alcohol in it, a small enough amount that minors were allowed to buy and drink it. It wouldn't affect him at all.
Suddenly, his mind felt dazed, and his emerald eyes clouded over. He couldn't feel anything, and felt completely helpless.
'Snap out of it!' he yelled at himself (no, this is not Youko, cause they're the same person...you can yell at yourself )
His body went limp in the chair, and he barely felt a pair of arms supporting him.
"What'd you do to him?!" Yusuke snarled, his glare promising a slow and painful death for all three of them.
Harry took out his wand, pointing it directly at Yusuke, "We want to ask him something."
Yusuke smirked, "Don't mess with me, kid. You're in over your naive head already."
Harry looked directly at Kurama, "Why did your eyes go gold the first time were here?"
Kurama groaned. His mouth opened, but he didn't let anything come out. His demon blood was boiling, angry, this arrogant child would never know his secret...
Even so, against his will, "I am a-"
Yusuke slapped his hand over his mouth.
"GET OUT!" Yusuke roared, his other hand now pointing at them. His index finger was pointed straight at the wizards, as if he was holding some sort of gun.
Kurama's aura was rising at an alarming rate. Snarling, Yusuke snatched Harry and Ron by their collars, and tossed them out while kneeing Hermione in the back.
Just as he slammed the door shut, the room was engulfed in blue mist. Black lightning crackled, and the blue mist swirled with a white cloud.
"Just in time," Yusuke muttered.
As the rolling blue mist cleared, there stood the thief Youko Kurama, looking murderous.
"How – dare – they – drug – me!" he snarled, his deep voice like thunder. His amber eyes flashed dangerously, making even Yusuke flinch away.
"Drug? What was it?"
"Veritaserum. A powerful truth-telling potion..."
Even as he spoke, his voice softened. The moment of extreme emotion was over, and the red haired body of the thief stood, with the same murderous glint in his now green eyes.
"They've gone too far," he said flatly, "I'm notifying Koenma."
-End Chapter-
If you're not allowed to email me for the songs needed, every one but All Right! is available for direct download at h t t p : k u r a m a . a n g e l t o w n s . n e t / I n d e x 2 . h t m – just take out the spaces.
Hey, I just made things easier for myself...ok then, if you need the song All Right! then email me, otherwise, download it. XD If it doesn't work, then ask me for the other songs you need. My email address is in the previous chapter, I believe.
This'll also make it possible for those who aren't allowed to email me to enjoy the "music chapter" to the fullest. It's coming up very soon, too, so...
-Chapter Eight, Amber Eyes-
At breakfast the next morning, Hermione and Ron noticed Harry looked paler than usual.
"You look like one of the ghosts!" Ron said, prodding Harry in the shoulder.
"Didn't get much sleep, I guess," Harry said.
Hermione quirked an eyebrow, and Ron snorted. Harry could tell neither believed him.
"Wha' 'appe'd?" Ron asked, his mouth stuffed to the breaking point with breakfast food.
Hermione shot him a sharp look, and he swallowed, "Err, I mean, what happened?"
"That dream again...the one where Voldemort (Ron and Hermione flinched) killed my parents. Something was new...after we talked to Professor Minamino, I saw this silver flash, and amber eyes and..." Harry shivered slightly, "His laugh was as bad as Voldemort's (more flinching)."
Ron gaped, "Really?"
"Yeah," Harry said, "Deeper...but just as cold."
Harry shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He'd never seen such a brilliant shade of silver...it seemed to flow, like silken hair, with the movements of those piercing amber eyes...and that laugh! So deep, it was almost hypnotizing...
He couldn't help but let his green eyes wander to the High Table, where Professor Minamino was sitting calmly, eating breakfast, his legs were probably crossed, too. The redhead caught Harry's eye and smiled kindly, startling him.
'But...yesterday he seemed so mad...' Harry blinked, and tried to eat, concentrating on his food to keep his mind from going over that dream, again and again...
--
Harry really concentrated hard on his upcoming lessons. Not only did he find he was better at it (well, duh! This guy van be worse than Yusuke sometimes, y'know...), but it got his mind off the dream. He didn't understand...it had never bothered him before.
Those piercing amber eyes seemed taped to his eyeballs – he saw them, wherever he went. He needed to find out who that was! He had a part in his parent's death, Harry knew it...
And he couldn't stop himself from staring at Professor Minamino in DADA, or when they passed in the halls. His mind wandered to the day before, when his eyes flashed gold...
A charm, to scare him off? Harry doubted it. That deep of amber gold was not a normal eye color. Hermione said it was a trick of the light, Ron decided to lift his spirits (note sarcasm) by suggesting he was a schizophrenic; -and- the gold eyes were a trick of the light.
He would ask him again. That was the only way: interrogate him until he finally told the truth.
--
So, a week later, Harry found himself, once again, in Professor Minamino's office.
"Harry. If Snape is still hinting at something-"
Harry cut him off, "He's stopped. Last week, when I saw you last time, your eyes..."
The professor's green eyes slant at this.
"...well, they turned gold..."
Kurama pointed to his floor, which was the yellowish stone of the castle, "Trick of the light. The floor's yellow color must've reflected into my eyes, and mingled with the green, changing their color when I looked at you."
Defeated, Harry thanked him and left. At least he didn't get pissed off like last time...
--
"So? Nothing?" Ron asked him.
"Nope. He said it was a trick of the light, because the floors are a shade of yellow," Harry sighed, "I don't believe it, though..."
Hermione suddenly punched the air in triumph, "I've got it!"
She whirled around, but Harry, knowing what was coming, snatched her arm, "What?"
"Veritaserum!" she exclaimed, "We corner him in his office, bring him a drink, and mix Veritaserum in it!"
"Won't he be suspicious of the drink?" Harry asked.
"It'll be Butterbeer...might make his mind more vulnerable, y'know? It's special, so we'll say it's an apology for bothering him!" Hermione looked ready to burst with pride.
"How are we going to get the Veritaserum?" Ron asked.
"Hm...well, making it is out of the question, it's way too hard and dangerous. Snape has a personal storage of the stuff, we could rob him, like last time," Hermione said.
"And the Butterbeer?" Harry asked.
"Next Hogsmeade trip is tomorrow!" Hermione punched the air again.
--
"I can't believe we got it," Hermione panted, clutching a small, clear vial to her chest.
"I'm never robbing Snape again," Ron muttered.
They'd set off a diversion, like in their third year, and once again outsmarted the professor. Who was still pink, by the way...
Harry nodded, and they rushed off to their common room, where Harry had stashed the bottle of Butterbeer under his bed during the weekend. He'd used a spell to keep it fresh, and clean, considering where it was stored. Hermione gently shook out a few drops of the clear liquid, and it's off to the professor's office again...
Poor guy.
It was break, so the professor was most likely preparing for his next class. Harry was about to knock on the door, but stopped when he heard voices.
"...Yusuke, they just won't leave me alone!"
"Ah, don't worry. They won't find out."
Kurama sighed, "I hope not. It is none of their business."
"Eh...I feel guilty now..." Hermione muttered.
"I don't," Harry said firmly, "He's hiding something."
He knocked.
It was Yusuke who answered. He snorted, looked at Kurama, who smiled and nodded, before letting them in.
"Um...professor, we, uh, brought you something to apologize for bothering you..." Hermione set the Butterbeer on his desk.
Kurama smiled, he could sense her uneasiness, "Arigatou."
"Means 'thank you'," Yusuke translated, grinning.
The three other wizards nodded. It sounded like his native language. His English was perfect, but his accent and Japanese way of pronouncing things sometimes got in the way. For example, he frequently pronounced 'r' as 'l', as did Yusuke.
Kurama nodded and took a drink. It tasted very warm, very good. He could tell it had an extremely small bit of alcohol in it, a small enough amount that minors were allowed to buy and drink it. It wouldn't affect him at all.
Suddenly, his mind felt dazed, and his emerald eyes clouded over. He couldn't feel anything, and felt completely helpless.
'Snap out of it!' he yelled at himself (no, this is not Youko, cause they're the same person...you can yell at yourself )
His body went limp in the chair, and he barely felt a pair of arms supporting him.
"What'd you do to him?!" Yusuke snarled, his glare promising a slow and painful death for all three of them.
Harry took out his wand, pointing it directly at Yusuke, "We want to ask him something."
Yusuke smirked, "Don't mess with me, kid. You're in over your naive head already."
Harry looked directly at Kurama, "Why did your eyes go gold the first time were here?"
Kurama groaned. His mouth opened, but he didn't let anything come out. His demon blood was boiling, angry, this arrogant child would never know his secret...
Even so, against his will, "I am a-"
Yusuke slapped his hand over his mouth.
"GET OUT!" Yusuke roared, his other hand now pointing at them. His index finger was pointed straight at the wizards, as if he was holding some sort of gun.
Kurama's aura was rising at an alarming rate. Snarling, Yusuke snatched Harry and Ron by their collars, and tossed them out while kneeing Hermione in the back.
Just as he slammed the door shut, the room was engulfed in blue mist. Black lightning crackled, and the blue mist swirled with a white cloud.
"Just in time," Yusuke muttered.
As the rolling blue mist cleared, there stood the thief Youko Kurama, looking murderous.
"How – dare – they – drug – me!" he snarled, his deep voice like thunder. His amber eyes flashed dangerously, making even Yusuke flinch away.
"Drug? What was it?"
"Veritaserum. A powerful truth-telling potion..."
Even as he spoke, his voice softened. The moment of extreme emotion was over, and the red haired body of the thief stood, with the same murderous glint in his now green eyes.
"They've gone too far," he said flatly, "I'm notifying Koenma."
-End Chapter-