Spirit Magic

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 Thirty Four: Confrontations.

Harry raced out of his seat and dashed over toward the windows; pushing people out of the way as he tried to see what would happen next. The whole thing didn't make sense; Kurama was way too smart to just leap out of a window to his death, unless he had some unknown ability that could stop his descent. But that would mean…Harry stopped his attempt to move forward. His face paled as he realized that what ever Kurama did next, it would give away his secret.

Turning around, Harry was able to see the pale faces of Hermione and Draco. Both had remained in their seats, and from the nervous expression on their faces, Harry suspected that they had figured out what had taken Harry a minute longer to figure out.

Confusion filled Harry at the panicked look on Draco's face, surely the Slytherine would be overjoyed that a Gryffindor was going to either die, or get expelled for something. But Draco seemed even more panicked then Harry felt.

Harry was torn from going to Draco or Hermione, and demanding answers; or running to the window to see how Kurama planned on getting out of the current situation. He didn't have to make his choice because a second later, a searing pain erupted in his scar. His scream of agony caught the attention of the classroom long enough for the eager students to miss seeing Kurama land safely on the ground with the aid of his plants.

Kurama raced toward the center of the forest, his mind completely set on finding his sister. It had only been a second, but in that time, he had felt his sister cry out for help before going silent. Now all Kurama could do was hope that he wasn't too late.

The forest had become darkened, and though night had blanketed the surrounding area in a fog of blackness. Shadows lengthened, and seemed to have a mind of their own; reaching out toward the young boy that had intruded into their world. The normal noise of animals had ceased; replaced by the sound of demons devouring their pray. An overwhelming smell of blood filled the air, mixing with the stench of burning flesh and fur.

"Feels like home," Kurama thought sarcastically as he made his way deeper into the darkness.

It wasn't long before Kurama came to a clearing where the trees had been cut down, in order to make room for the hoard of demons. Immediately Kurama studied the situation, noting that all of the demons were around C-class standing, and besides their ugly barbaric nature known of the lower class, there was nothing too outstanding about them. His sister should have been able to handle them easily. But where was she?

Kurama gasped as the demons separated, showing him what they had been blocking earlier. Back in her fox spirit form, lay his sister.

Her silver fur had been soaked red, and besides a few shuddered breaths, there was no other sign that she was still alive. Kurama couldn't even feel her spirit energy.

Letting off a roar of anger, the vexed human allowed his spiritual energy to accumulate around his body in a crimson swirl of light. His hair slowly began to lengthen down past his waist, and the black lightened to silver. His emerald eyes turned into cold gold, and his body filled and grew into the form of Youko.

Harry felt the world swim around him, forcing him to his knees. Then, just as suddenly as it started, the pain subsided, leaving him with just a dull ache. How long had the attack lasted? Harry opened his eyes, expecting to find himself in the infirmary like all of the other times, but to his surprise, he was still standing in the classroom.

Still dazed, Harry looked around figuring that only a few seconds had passed. Gulping, he opened his mouth to reassure everybody that he was alright, but he never got the chance.

Just like earlier, the castle shook from another explosion. The eyes of the students and faculty wandered back out toward the forest where the trees seemed to have shot out of the ground. They now seemed like giant spears, and even with the distance, it was obvious that there were creatures hanging from the branches, making the enlarged trees look like sadistic Christmas trees splattered with red snow.

Before Shiori could react, he students were racing out of the room and out toward the forest.

Youko stood erect as the blood dripped from the trees like rain. Behind crimson silver bangs, his golden eyes glared at the two figures standing over his sister's still form.

The first one glared back at him with snake-like eyes. Kurama ignored him, knowing that he posed little to no threat compared to the demon next to him.

Kurama couldn't help but release a low growl as his interest focused mainly on the violet eyed demon. It was pure irony that the face of the women he once loved was now starring back at him as the one demon he had feared and hated so much. Her features were distorted and twisted into a sinister look not suited for a face that once held such beauty. Her eyes were no longer golden with a bluish tint, but were now violet with a mixture of red at the edges. Her ruby red lips curled into a smirk as she squatted to the prone figure at her feet.

"Beautiful isn't it?" the creature purred petting the silvery fur, and pulling away clots of blood that stuck to her slender fingers like glue.

Kurama's hands trembled in rage as he watched the scene. "Step away from her, Karasu," Kurama spat out the name like it was curse.

The feminine face looked up with amusement. The possessed fox demon released a high pitch laugh that sent chills up Kurama's spine. "If I can't have you, then I might as well settle for second best. So beautiful…" Karasu purred in his stolen voice. "I could easily fall in love with her, and like everything I love…I love watch it die," Karasu recited like it was his bedtime prayer.

"Shut up!" Kurama yelled releasing his powers in an explosive stream. Again the plant life came to life, mixing with the energy before being consumed by the onslaught, and bursting into flames.

Harry tried to hold back a shudder as he entered the forest, but unlike the rest of the students, Harry couldn't shake the feeling of death. He had been in the Forbidden Forest many times during the night, and never had the forest seemed as dark as it did now. His footsteps slowed to a walk before he was grabbed at the shoulder and pulled to a sudden halt. A moment later, the vines in the forest lashed out, grabbing at the students and teachers, and halting their progress into the forest.

"What the…?" Harry gasped as he tried to get his heart beat under control.

"Quiet Potter," Draco's voice hissed into his ear before the grip on his shoulder was released.

Turning around, Harry frowned when her realized that at the moment Draco and himself where the only ones that had not been caught.

"What's going on?" Harry demanded.

Draco only ignored him as he turned toward the right and carefully made his way through the foliage. Harry glared at his back, before he took off after him.

By the time Harry had caught up with Draco, the sounds of their classmates had been reduced to a soft murmur.

"What is going on?" Harry demanded again this time fixing Draco with a glare that plainly said that he wanted answers, and that he wanted them now.

"They would have only gotten in the way. Besides, I'm sure that whatever is going on will be too much for your weak stomach Gryffindors," Draco pointed out, but his face remained grim, and even Harry could tell that Draco wasn't telling him everything.

"Will they be alright?" Harry asked getting a confused look from Draco before the lighter haired boy figured out that Harry was concerned about his classmates.

"Yes," Draco replied not willing to elaborate any further. Instead he just continued his effort on reaching Kurama. Even though he had specifically manipulated the vines like Kurama had taught him, Draco knew that as soon as the headmaster and the rest of the staff made their way into the forest, it wouldn't take them long to free the students, and continue into the forest. What Draco was hoping on achieving with his small distraction, was to distract the headmaster long enough for him and Potter to reach Kurama and help him get away with his secret intact.

Draco was still trying to figure out why he had allowed Potter to join him when he and Harry were knocked to the ground by an invisible force. Groaning slightly in pain, Draco was able to raise himself up onto his elbows in time to see the forest go up in flame.

Kurama could feel his energy draining from him, but he couldn't help but smile triumphantly through his fatigue. Voldemort had been caught in the blast, and was now laying prone at Karasu's feet.

Karasu stood holding onto his barrowed arm as he looked at Kurama with admiration. "You have grown stronger Youko, but you are still no match for me," Karasu gloated laughing as he pulled out a white cloth and let it float toward Voldemort's still form. It only took Kurama a second to realize what the object was before it landed on Voldemort's body. In a blink, the wizard had vanished into some unknown destination.

"Kurama!"

Kurama turned at the sound of his name only to widen them in surprise as Draco and Harry came stumbling into the clearing.

"It seems that our time together had come to the end," Karasu said taking a low bow before he pulled out a black cloth.

"Damn it!" Kurama cursed as Karasu disappeared.

"Kurama?" Harry ventured as Kurama's form slowly began to change into his human form.

"Yes Harry," Kurama said trying to gather his emotions before he turned to look at the two boys.

"Professor Dumbledore isn't far behind us, we need to get out of here," Draco yelled throwing his arm toward the castle to emphasize his point.

Kurama frowned before he turned to the bloody silver form a few feet away from him. "I can't," Kurama said taking a few hesitant steps toward his sister feeling guilt rise inside of his chest as a painful knot. He had acted out of rage, he didn't even think about how his last attack could have affected the injured fox spirit. As far as he knew, he could have just killed her.

TBC.

Author's endnote: I am soooo sorry. I really didn't mean to take so long but I lost the internet again, and I hit a major writer's block. I mean, no matter what, I just couldn't get this chapter to start. The beginning was killing me until I decided to concentrate on one character's POV. And that led to the beginning I have now. Hopefully the next part will be up before the end of the week, but do not quote me on that. Well, till next time, enjoy and let me know what you think. -