Spirit Magic

Author's note: Sorry this so long to get out. I just couldn't get into the mood. I hope that the next chapter will be out by Wednesday, but I'm not making any promises. Well, I know you're all anxious to read the next part, so I wont hold you. Just remember 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 Seven: Explanations

Harry and the rest of the students watched as the new kid slowly made his way toward the plant. The boy's eyes were shut in deep concentration, and beads of sweat were making their way down the boys face, but Kurama continued to move toward the demonic plant. The plant was now four feet long, and monstrous mouths were snapping and drooling at anything that moved. The saliva dripped onto the greenhouse floor, where it sizzled and hissed until a black crater was formed. The teachers had already backed far away from the plant's reach, and were watching Kurama curiously. McGonagall made a move to stop the boy from getting any closer, but Dumbledore restrained her with one stern look.

Kurama could feel the tree reaching out towards him, and he felt the splatter of some of the saliva, but he was able to ignore the burns long enough to release his spirit energy into the tree. The tree shook violently before it slowly began to back away enough for Kurama to reach the pot. Upon reaching it, he dug his hands into the soil and pulled out the root. Again, Kurama released his spirit energy into the plant, only this time he was concentrating on forcing the tree back into the seed. Slowly, the plant began to retract. But for Kurama, the whole process was taking way too long. His head was beginning to pound, and he was barely able to keep himself from slumping over unconscious. If he lost control now, then the plant will devour him. But it wasn't working, he didn't have the strength like his demon form. "Youko, help me," Kurama pleaded mentally feeling the presence of his demon form taking over. He didn't care if people saw his demon form, if he didn't transform, then the Death Tree was going to devour him and everyone in this room.

The people in the room felt an increase of power before black lightning streaks began to lash out around the room. The windows of the green house shattered, and the sky darkened, plunging everyone into darkness. A silver fox form raced across the room emitting an eerie cry before it plunged head first into Kurama. Almost immediately, Kurama felt more spirit energy seeping into his almost drained body, and with one finally urge, he was able to admit the last of the borrowed energy into the Death Tree. Almost instantly the plant disappeared. The only evidence that the plant had even been there was from the small seed that Kurama was holding in his hand.

Dumbledore watched the boy as Kurama carefully placed the seed into his hair. Turning around defensively, the boy stared at the students with yellowish green eyes, but other then that, he seemed to be unharmed after the impact with the patronus looking fox thing.

"It is safe," the boy's calm smooth voice slurred before the child slumped to the ground.

Almost immediately, Dumbledore took control. "Minerva, please escort these children to another classroom, and keep them there until I've had a chance to talk with them," Professor Dumbledore ordered watching as Professor McGonagall fell into action. "I need you to inform Poppy that there is a student that will be needing her care," Professor Dumbledore ordered looking at Professor Sprout. The women nodded before she hustled out of the room.

"Class, follow me please," Professor McGonagall yelled leading the students out of the wreaked green house, and across the castle grounds. Harry made his way to follow her before he stopped and looked over to where Professor Dumbledore was kneeling over the new kid. Turning around, Harry made his way toward the headmaster, and took a hesitant look down at Kurama.

Kurama's face was sweaty and pale, and he was shivering slightly. His robes were burned away from were the acid had splattered him, and blood was slowly seeping out of his wounds.

Dumbledore was leaning over the boy with his wand stretched out in front of him. There was a soft murmuring of his voice as a soft glow surrounded Kurama's body. "Headmaster?" Madam Pomfrey's voice asked hesitantly as the women made her way into the damaged green house.

"Ah Poppy, I'm glad you could make it," Dumbledore said opening his eyes and smiling warmly at the school med-witch.

"What happened?" Pomfrey demanded kneeling down next to Kurama's body, before she started her examination.

"I believe that Mr. Minamino is suffering from a huge amount of magic loss. He also has some burned wounds, but I believe you can heal those rather quickly," Professor Dumbledore said turning and looking at Harry for the first time.

"Is he going to be alright?" Harry asked looking at Dumbledore hopefully.

"Of course dear, now Albus, could you help me get him up to the Hospital Wing?" Madam Pomfrey asked stepping back so Dumbledore could summon a stretcher. When the task was done, he turned and faced Harry.

"Come Harry, I refuse to keep any information from you this year," Dumbledore said with a hint of regret and deep sorrow before he turned started to direct the floating stretcher out of the green house.

Harry felt the tears well up for a second before he shook away his feeling. It was true that if Dumbledore had told him everything, then maybe, just maybe Sirius would still be alive. At least Harry felt somewhat reassured that this year Dumbledore wont make the same mistake again.

"Are you coming Potter?" Madam Pomfrey asked turning away from her patient for a second.

Harry stared at the ground. Part of him wanted answers, another part was afraid of what he might find out. He had just met Kurama, and really wanted to be his friend, but what if Ron was right. What if Kurama was only using him, what if Kurama was an enemy. But he had just saved them from some evil death plant. Didn't that mean anything?

"Harry?" Dumbledore's soft voice asked stopping.

"I'm ready, lets go," Harry said. He would listen to what Kurama had to say before he would make any conclusions.

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The first thing Kurama noticed when he gained consciousness, was how exhausted he felt. It had been a long time since he had over exerted himself. In fact, the last time he remembered doing it this bad was when he had first become Shuuichi. There had been a few other times when he had come close to exhausting all of his spirit energy, like in his battle against Touya, but this time he felt completely drained. Even the small task of opening his eyes was an agonizingly slow task.

"Kurama?" Harry asked watching as dazed green eyes opened and wandered toward him. "Hey there, how are you feeling?" Harry inquired smiling softly.

"Tired," Kurama slurred.

"That would be expected Mr. Minamino. I have no idea what sort of magic it was that you used against that plant, but it's obvious that it has drained you of a considerable amount of energy. You probably wont be able to spells for a couple of days, but I believe you will be physically fit in a few more hours," Dumbledore smiled sweetly before his expression hardened. "Unfortunately Mr. Minamino, I have some questions that need to be answered before I even consider letting you remain here in Hogwarts," Dumbledore explained receiving an understanding nod.

"Naturally," Kurama said closing his eyes and remembering what Koenma had told him to say if he ever found himself in a tight spot. "Alright, I assume that you already know that I'm from Japan, but what you don't know is that I've been studying the ancient art of magic," Kurama began to explain.

"Who's your instructor?" Dumbledore asked looking thoughtful.

"Master Genkai," Kurama said watching the headmaster carefully to see what sort of reaction he would receive. Koenma had explained that the headmaster had been partners with Genkai for awhile.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in recognition before a smile graced his lips. "Genkai, yes, I remember her. She was quit beautiful from what I remember. She went to Hogwarts as a student of mine, before she left and began studying on her own in her native country. For awhile she remained in constant contact, but about fifty years ago, it was like she just disappeared," Dumbledore explained. His eyes were glazed over, and he seemed completely lost to the world around him.

"Yeah, well, she's been hearing rumors about the recent events going on here, so she sent me. I'm supposed to try to help protect this school at all costs," Kurama explained feeling a little better since the headmaster seemed to be accepting his lie.

"That is an understandable story Mr. Minamino, but there are a few things that still need explaining," Dumbledore said pulling out of his haze. Kurama looked at him, putting on a carefree façade, but in reality, he was nervous. There was no explanation that he could provide about how he has control over plants. "I don't know if you remember, but just before the plant receded back into it's former form, there was a silver fox spirit that collided with your body. Do you have any idea what it was?" Professor Dumbledore demanded watching Kurama carefully as the boy leaned back against his pillow thoughtfully.

The fox form that the headmaster was talking about had to be Kurama's demon form, but that information couldn't be shared. And the only wizarding spell that was similar to it was the patronus, but that wouldn't work since a patronus was soundless. Kurama knew well that whenever his Youko form appeared, it was accompanied by an eerie cry that sent chills down his enemies. The demon form must have appeared to lend some energy, but at the same time, keep Kurama from transforming. It was the only thing that made any sense, but there was no way he could explain this to the headmaster without exposing his secret. The best chance Kurama had, was to play stupid.

"I'm sorry, I don't recall that event, nor do I have any idea what it was that you witnessed," Kurama apologized.

Dumbledore frowned at the news, and his expression hardened. Harry looked at Dumbledore's face, and almost immediately, he began shifting nervously. Kurama watched both of them awaiting patiently for what Dumbledore would say. If the headmaster felt like he was a threat to the school or any of the students, then Kurama would be expelled. Everything depended on if Dumbledore would accept his lies for the truth.

TBC.

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