Spirit Magic
Author's note: I know this chapter is so short, but I have to work over the weekend, and I wanted to get the next part out. I normally don't get a chance to type on the days that I work, so there will probably not be another update until Monday or Tuesday. Also this chapter is based more on trying to make the spirit world a more believable thing in this story, and also to make the whole mission more complicated for Kurama. Well enjoy, and don't forget to review.
WARNING: This story takes place in Harry's sixth year, which means there are spoilers to the fifth book!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or Harry Potter.
Part Four: Spirits
The sounds of hundreds of students filled the early morning as they all chatted in the Great Hall. Many of them were talking about the classes they were going to, while others discussed miscellaneous topics. Kurama listened to the chatter around him with little interest. Ron and Harry were trying to talk, but it was obvious that there was some tension between them. Ron kept on throwing Kurama angered glares, and every time Harry saw it, the two of them would get into another argument. Hermione was carefully avoiding the whole thing by studying her schedule, and trying to avoid eye contact with Ron and Harry.
"So what classes do you have?" Hermione asked suddenly turning to Kurama. Kurama could see Ron's attention switch to him almost immediately, but he chose to ignore it.
"I'm not sure yet. Since I wasn't here to take my O.W.L.s I'm not sure which classes I will be qualified to take," Kurama explained, "Professor McGonagall will be testing me after breakfast to see where I stand," Kurama continued to explain.
"Well don't worry, Professor McGonagall is a good teacher," Hermione reassured.
"You think any teacher is good," Ron exclaimed getting a cold stare from Hermione as a response.
"Well what sort of magic training did you have before?" Hermione asked turning her attention back to Kurama.
"I had a private tutor, she was very good, and I learned quite a bit from her. She …" Kurama said stopping when a silvery white head appeared in the middle of the table. A startled gasp escaped him as a spirit rouse through the table and gave the students around him a cheery smile.
"Hello Sir Nicholas," Harry greeted getting a polite bow from the ghost before his dead eyes focused on Kurama.
"Why hello there, I am Sir Nicholas," the ghost greeted smiling.
"Shuuichi Minamino," Kurama greeted giving the ghost a slight bow in respect.
Seeing dead humans was nothing new to Kurama, but he had never seen one on the living plane. Normally one of the Ferry Girls would escort any spirit to spirit world, and Kurama couldn't help but wonder how this human had managed to stay out of the Rie Kai.
"Well Shuuichi, it has been a pleasure, but the other ghosts and I were wondering what a person like you would be doing in our wonderful school," Sir Nicholas asked eyeing the boy suspiciously.
"He's a transfer student. He came her to learn about Western magic," Harry explained.
"I see," Sir Nicholas said before leaning in close to Kurama's face. Kurama could feel the cold chill that spirits often had when they were too close to the living. He felt the cold chill of death brush against his face, and he shuddered remembering how it had felt to die. A lot of credit had to go to Botan, it certainly took an extreme amount of guts to escort the dead. "You feel familiar. Like a very old spirit that was here once almost two hundred years ago," Sir Nicholas whispered so silently that Kurama was just barely able to catch the words that the ghost had said.
His eyes shot open in fear when he realized that the ghost had probably sensed his Youko side. All spirits learned about spirit world, and even though he had never seen it, on some rare occasions the spirits are allowed to return to the living plane in the form of a ghost. The only rule they had to follow was that they had to keep the existence of spirit world from the living. If too many people knew about the existence of the Makai and Rie Kai, then the whole balance would be thrown off.
"Two hundred years ago?" Kurama whispered back turning to look at the ghost for a confirmation. Sir Nicholas nodded before he waved cheerfully at the students and took of toward the other end of the room.
"What was that about?" Ron asked, a triumphant look was on his face as he looked at Hermione. Hermione only rolled her eyes before she turned back to Kurama.
Kurama frowned as he thought back to his day as the great demon thief. It was true that he had once been at Hogwarts. The old castle had been a good hide out from the demon hunters that were after him at the time, and with the hundreds of secret passageways and all of the wards put in place, he was able to evade the hunters. But that was so long ago that he had almost forgotten about it. But it was obvious that the ghosts still remembered his short stay.
"Hey Kurama, what did he say?" Harry asked pulling Kurama out of his dazed state.
"Nothing important," Kurama said giving Harry a reassuring smile, but the truth was he was scared. If the ghosts could sense his demon form, then he wondered who or what else might also know what he is. Not even a week in the school, and his cover was so close to being blown.
TBC.
Author's endnote: Was that confusing? I just wanted to throw this idea out there, and I hope it built the tension. The next part should be out by Tuesday, maybe earlier if I have the time. And if anybody wants to see my wizard Kurama picture, just tell me in the review, and don't forget to leave an e-mail address. ^_^