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 Five: Healing.
Draco watched as Kurama's whole body began to shake. At first it was so slight that he had almost passed it off as his over active mind playing tricks on him, but as Kurama got closer to the still form of the silver fox, the shaking became more violent.
"Kurama?"
Draco turned away as Harry's worried voice remained unacknowledged. The flashes of Kurama's life, that Draco had accidentally seen, replayed in his mind. The boy understood Kurama's anger at Karasu, but mostly he understood how his sister's death would affect him.
The incident with the game master was what stood out the most in Draco's mind as he watched Kurama. And even then, the way Kurama reacted to the boy's death was nothing compared to his reaction at the moment. His features reflected his guilt, but his eyes remained hollow and blank.
Draco shivered as he watched Kurama kneel next to his sister's form. It didn't feel right. The creature he looked up to; wanted to be; to even be in the shadow of its legacy, was nothing more then a grief stricken man.
With unsteady hands, Kurama stroked the once silver fur. It no longer felt silky, but sticky and hard where the blood had dried to it. Like a lost child, Kurama continued to pet the fox.
"Kurama, we have to go," Draco yelled getting nervous as the sounds of the professors could be heard in the distance.
Harry just stood by and watched with tears in his eyes, before he made his way toward Kurama's side. "I'm sorry," Harry chocked causing a hesitation in Kurama's movement.
Kurama only nodded to show he had heard, before he continued to run his fingers through the fur, as if he was attempting to brush the sticky fluid from the silver mass.
Draco and Harry watched him unsure of what to do when Kurama released a sharp gasp. Startled both boys ran to his side with their wands drawn.
"I don't believe it," Kurama mumbled. Draco watched as Kurama's hands continued the stroking movement, but instead of the mindless motion from a few seconds ago, the fingers seemed to move as if it was searching for something. Finally the movement stopped, and Kurama stood with a sad smile on his face.
"My dear sister, I am so sorry," Kurama apologized as he leaned down to pick Meí nü up.
"Mr. Minamino?"
Draco and Harry flinched at the harsh tone of Professor McGonagall as the women entered the clearing, immediately followed by the rest of the Hogwarts staff.
"Shuuichi?" Shiori asked softly, her face palling as she saw her son.
Kurama only stared forward at the teachers, unaware at how bad the situation must look. His robes were soaked with the blood of the demons, as well as his sister, and the blank look in his eyes was enough to unnerve anybody. But Kurama really couldn't care; all he wanted to do was to get back to the castle.
"What is going on here?" Snape demanded his gaze shifting from the three boys, before coming to rest on Draco.
Draco opened his mouth; ready to make up some sort of lie to explain the tree of dead demons above them, as well as what they were doing in the forest, but before he could make a sound, Kurama decided to move toward the castle.
Worried, Harry and Draco watched as Kurama forced his way passed the Professors, completely oblivious to their protests. For a moment the group watched Kurama in shocked silence; some of them feeling more concern then before, while others were just shocked at the sudden change in behavior. The first one to recover was Harry, who took off at a run after him.
"Mr. Minamino, please come out of there this instant."
Harry flinched at the harsh tones of the Headmaster as the man continued to yell upwards toward the boy's dorm room. Harry wasn't the only one that found the Headmaster's attitude startling, the rest of the professors paused in their work for a second to stare at the man in something close to fear.
Professor Dumbledore had always given people the impression that he was a carefree old man, and few had ever seen him show anything remotely close to anger toward a student. But then again, the Headmaster had never been outmatched by a student before.
When Harry had followed Kurama to the dorm rooms, he had found himself unable to walk up the stairs. Just like with the female dorm rooms, the steps faded into a slide every time he took a step.
When the teachers finally showed up, they found Harry cursing at the bottom of the steps, casting hexes on the annoying obstacle in front of him.
Immediately, the charms instructor removed the charm on the steps, and the group raced upward; only to be stopped a second later.
Right outside the door were several pieces of paper with strange symbols written on them.
"They are wards. Those ones are silencing wards so we can't hear what is going on inside of there," Shiori said softly before she turned toward Dumbledore, "But I've never seen the rest of them before. They don't even look Japanese," Shiori explained.
Dumbledore frowned at the news before turning to face his staff. "See if you can remove them," Dumbledore ordered.
Kurama ignored the sounds outside the room as he laid his sister's prone form on the bed. Immediately he set to work on healing her wounds. His ability was nowhere near to being as efficient as Yukina's, but it would suffice. Opening his trunk, Kurama pulled out his first aid kit and a box full of rare seed from the Makai.
Moving with a grace that surgeons would envy, Kurama started irrigating the nasty gashes on the flesh, and stitching the jagged edges together.
Exhausted, the Professors gathered around the Gryffindor common room. They sat in silence, with only a few glances toward the boy's dorm room.
"I should get back to the students," Professor McGonagall finally announced standing up and making her way out of the room, pausing only for a second to give Shiori a reassuring glance.
"How is it possible that a student has so much power?" Hagrid demanded.
"It isn't the fact that he is stronger, he just knows a different form of magic then the rest of us," Snape tried to explain even though the words sounded hollow to the countless things he had seen the boy do in the last few days.
Dumbledore only leaned back on the chair and stared into the fireplace. Not only was the boy's magic extremely powerful, but it was also unknown. In all his years, Albus had never even heard of magic like the type the boy had displayed, and even though there was no proof, Albus suspected that Shuichi had something to do with the new edition to the forest. There was something up with the Japanese boy, that much Albus was sure of, the only thing he wasn't, was whether or not he was willing to keep him around. Was the war against Voldemort more important then the safety of the school and the children? For once in his life, Albus Dumbledore was unsure of what to do next.
Night had already passed, and morning was beginning to creep across the room in its orange glow; when Kurama finally finished his work. He had brought his sister from the brink of death, and had almost failed numerous times before her condition had become stable. Purring his spiritual energy into her and manipulating it so that it would heal the most life threatening ones; had drained him to a dangerous level. He wasn't a healer; therefore using his energy in such a way was risky and hard to control. In a sense, it was almost like he had given up all his blood in a transfusion, and like with large blood loss, he was feeling all of the symptoms; a migraine headache, shortness of breath, and nausea. But even with the weakness, Kurama refused to give up.
She had been on the brink of death, and just as her life was slipping from her body, she had given up one of her tails so that she could cling to life a little longer. And it had almost failed Kurama realized. He had let anger and then sorrow consume him, and he had almost missed his chance to save her.
It was from that guilt that Kurama had continued throughout the night and into the early morning with no concern for his own health.
"I'm so sorry," Kurama apologized as he lay down next to his sister's sleeping form. Like a little boy with his pet, Kurama buried his face into her fur, and silently cried himself to sleep.
TBC.
Author's endnote: I'm sorry it has been taking so long for me to get these chapters up; I just haven't had much chance to write lately. And I know several of you have been complaining about the grammar. Honestly, the only time I have to write these chapters is when I'm at work, and we have no patients. So not only do I write these last few chapters with many interruption, but I also do it in about an hour. It is also hard for me to go over it and reread it. But I'm working on it, and hopefully that problem will be fixed soon.
In reference to the last chapter, Karasu is possessing Kurama's ex, which is why I sometimes refer to "him" as a "she". The next chapter will clarify it a little better. Also in this chapter, the part about "giving up a tail for life" was from something I read about the Kitsunes. I'm not sure if it is a fact, but I thought it was pretty cool, so I added it in. Hopefully that clears up some of it. Well till next time, enjoy.