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 Seven: Quidditch.

The day of the match was filled with a large amount excitement.

Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Like always, the rivalry between the two houses always caused the competition to be more extreme. Fights were constantly breaking out between the two houses, but to everybody's amazement, Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Seeker, had refrained from being pulled into the battles with the opposing team.

"Malfoy is planning something," Ron blurted out as he squirmed in his seat.

"I highly doubt that," Kurama said ignoring the butterflies that had developed in his stomach. Who would have believed that he would be so nervous over a simple game, but as it was, Kurama couldn't help but stare at his food absently as he waited in agony for the game to begin.

Ron only glared at the other boy, before he turned to face Harry. "It's going to be tough to win without Fred and George. I mean, they are idiots, but they've been the Gryffindor beaters for the last few years, it will be weird not having them on the team.

"You're right, they worked well together. It was probably the only thing that they did well besides their silly jokes," Hermione agreed her face back in a book.

Kurama looked up from his food to look at the students around him. It had been a long shot, but the pollen had been successful. No body remembered anything from last week, and he even managed to get out of a date to Hogsmeade. As far as everyone remembered, the day of the attack was just another boring day that wasn't even worth remembering. Smiling in contained relief, Kurama allowed his teenage human side the chance to excite over the game.

"Do you have a broom yet?"

Kurama looked at Harry, who was trying to hide his nervousness by distracting himself from the game. "Yes, it isn't the fastest broom out there, but I have made some modification," Kurama explained.

"Isn't that dangerous?" Hermione demanded; the book in her hands completely forgotten.

"Yes," Kurama responded.

Hermione stared at him waiting for some sort of explanation, but it soon became obvious that Kurama had no interest in elaborating. "Whatever, I just hope you know what you are doing. You aren't invincible you know," Hermione pointed out.

"I know," Kurama responded unwillingly remembering his own death sixteen years ago. He had been lucky then, but how much longer can he elude the fate of all living things?

The conditions for the game were ideal. The sun was hidden behind clouds, making it bright, but not to the point that the players had to shield their eyes. There was a slight breeze, enough to cool the players, but not enough to hinder their flying. And as far as the game was concerned, it was off to a good start.

The Gryffindor team had already scored a couple of goals, and the last attempt that the Slytherines had used to try to dismantle the other team had been thwarted before anyone had been hurt.

Harry watched the game while he circled the field from above. Just like always, his strategy was to remain out of the game until he spotted the golden ball. Mimicking his movement, Draco was parallel to him, silently waiting for Harry to make the first move. As much as the Slytherine was reluctant to admit it, Harry was far superior to spotting the snitch. Draco had learned that his best chance of catching the ball was to out fly Harry after it was spotted. The only problem with that strategy was that Harry would have a head start to him, his broom was better made, and Harry had better control over his flying then anybody else that was currently going to the school.

It pained Draco to admit such defeat to his rival, but through his lessons with Kurama, he had learned that if he continued to deny the facts around him, he would never become stronger. And anyways, if he did manage to beat Harry, his victory would be even more fulfilling then if he fell back on his old way.

And so the game continued with the two rivals flying high above. Even though the two seekers remained civil, the other players below were battling a brutal game. In desperation to win the game, the Slytherines had switched to a more ruthless tactic.

Kurama swerved as he narrowly missed another bludger. Since the game had begun, the Slytherines had chosen to make him their newest target. Sometimes being the new guy sucked. But Kurama didn't mind all that much, at least he could handle the various attacks. Another streak to his right, and a moment later there was a streak above him, just inches from his face. They were good, Kurama had to admit. More then once he had to use his demonic speed to escape from a well aimed bludger, and that was something that he hadn't expected.

Yells of surprise could be heard from the Slytherine beater when Kurama came to a sudden halt in midair. Turning around, Kurama gazed across the field over toward the Slytherine goal post where there was a flash of gold. Smirking in delight, Kurama raced toward the goal, knowing full well that he had caught Harry's attention with his stunt. He didn't have to see it to know that Harry's eyes had widened in surprise.

The race was on; Harry and Draco were flying straight to the ground, neither one willing to pull up until the other one. Both boys had their eyes on the small golden spot, and then for no apparent reason Draco stopped his descent.

"What the…?" Harry yelled losing sight of the snitch in his second of distraction, and cursing himself mentally for not paying more attention. His eyes wandered around, desperate to catch of glimpse of gold before the ball got further away.

"Kurama!"

Harry looked up to where Draco was pointing across the field where the other two Slytherine beaters had started their onslaught against the Gryffindor keeper.

Harry yelled himself in fear when he noticed that the two bludgers were headed straight toward Ron's head. Kurama swore from above him. Harry looked upwards just in time to see Kurama push off of the Slytherine goal post.

Using all the speed possible, Kurama was just a streak of red before he was taking Ron's place. The first bludger hit him in his arm, smashing his Humorous and cracking a couple of ribs. There was just a moment of pain before the second bludger impacted with his head.

Ron couldn't believe what was happening. One second he thought he was going to die, and then the next he was shoved violently forward. From behind him, he could hear the disgusting sound of bone breaking, and the horrified gasps from the crowd. Turning around, Ron watched as the new kids eyes slowly rolled backwards, and then in slow motion, the other boy began to fall off his broom.

Instantly, Ron was in action. He caught Kurama before the unconscious boy had fallen more then a foot, and then with extreme care, Ron slowly lowered him to the ground.

By the time Ron had landed, he was instantly surrounded by worried professors. A minute later, the rest of the Gryffindor team had joined him.

"Is he okay?" Ron demanded looking up as Poppy began to inspect the boy with a grim look on her face. "He saved my life," Ron continued to babble before the Headmaster put a hand on his shoulder.

"Mr. Weasley, I think you should let Mr. Minamino go," Professor Dumbledore said softly, allowing Ginny a chance to ease her brother away.

"What about the game?"

Ron looked up in anger as the Slytherine team finally made their appearance looking extremely smug with themselves.

"We lost," Draco announced making his way from behind his taller teammates. Everyone looked at the Slytherine boy in wonder as Draco smiled softly down at Kurama, and then he turned and started to walk away.

"Malfoy, explain yourself," Dumbledore ordered before the boy could make his way off the field.

Malfoy turned around and pointed at Harry. "Check your pocket Potter," Draco said watching just long enough to see the look of amazement on Harry's face when he pulled out the golden snitch.

Wonderment crossed Harry's face before he stood and chased after the fleeing Slytherine.

By the time Harry finally caught up with Draco, the other boy had almost made it back to his dormitory. "Malfoy, wait," Harry gasped as he hunched over and tried to catch his breath.

"What do you want Potter?" Draco asked turning to face the shorter boy.

"How did you know…?" Harry tried to gasp out before turning red in embarrassment. A look of discomfort crossed Harry's face before he began to wonder what he was doing standing in front of his rival. During the moment of silence, Harry seriously considered leaving, and then Draco began talking.

"Kurama slipped it into your pocket. I'm not entirely sure how he did it, but I'm not all that surprised, after all, he is the world's best pickpocket," Draco said laughing softly. "Today's game was supposed to be easy. A way for him to train and have some fun, but he was still prepared for the dirty tricks that the Slytherine team is known for. He modified the broom to match his demon speed. You know, making a broom is just like making a wand. He studied the concept of broom and wand making so that he could add his own special touch. It's like a trademark for him," Draco explained.

Harry looked at him in dumbfounded shock. Draco knew? He knew Kurama's secret, as well as some stuff that not even Harry knew. There was a sudden flare of jealousy before he was filled with betrayal. Draco must have noticed the look because his pale face suddenly looked very ashamed.

"He didn't mean to hurt you, he's only trying to protect you; and anyways, mostly everything I learned was by accident. Even Kurama was surprised when I told him that I had seen memories of his past," Draco pointed out.

Harry stared down at the ground, his mind wandering through everything that had just happened. Nothing felt real anymore. With the number of changes that had occurred already, Harry couldn't help but be reminded of how he felt when he first learned about the wizarding world. It was the sort of thing that changed his whole concept on what he felt was real, and everything that he believed in. A change that was pleasant, but also scary. Now that he was feeling the same thing again, he just didn't know what to feel anymore. He was left with a sort of numbness that excitement had filled the first time.

"If it helps, Kurama has been keeping a secret from me too," Draco ventured breaking Harry out of his trance.

"Thanks," Harry mumbled before another question arouse. "Why the sudden change, Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"Because Kurama is someone I can look up to, and feel good about following. And he is powerful," Draco added.

"Yeah, he is," Harry muttered as he stared at Draco as though he was seeing him for the first time. Who would have known, Draco was human after all. The small thought brought a smile to Harry's face. Draco looked at him bewildered with what he should do next, but when he saw the grin on the other boy's face, he couldn't help but allow a relieved laugh. A moment later, Harry joined him. Together the two boys' allowed the tension and rivalry between them to end with a small moment of peace.

"If you are ready, I think we'll be able to visit Kurama now," Harry said as both boys' made their way to the hospital wing.

When they were outside of the door, Draco halted and looked at Harry seriously. "I think it will be better if we acted the same toward each other. This way my dad will still trust me with information about the dark lord, and so we don't have to deal with the rest of the school," Draco pointed out.

Harry looked a little distressed about the prospect of hiding more secrets, but Draco's argument made sense. "Alright, but you better not call Hermione a mudblood," Harry warned. At the comment Draco smirked, but nodded to show his agreement.

Together, both boys turned back to the door and prepared to face what was inside. Their small moment of peace ending, but in that moment they had formed a partnership that was all but impossible a year ago.

TBC.

Author's endnote: Alright, let me explain what has been going on lately. First for any who don't know, I am in the Army and work fulltime at an Army hospital in Alaska. For the last couple of months, my sergeant has had me study for the board, and I just haven't had anytime to sit down and write like I used to. Growing up sucks… As far as the story goes, I had come up with the idea of Kurama's sister being attacked in the woods after the plot was finished, but I still wanted to fit it into the story. That was a mistake. I didn't like how it worked out. So the last chapter was made as a lame way to get me back to the main plot. The whole thing about Kurama saving Ron was supposed to be a turning point. And along with that idea, I had the crazy visual of Kurama pushing against a goal post to get enough speed to fly across the field. Now that I am back on track, the story should begin moving again, and it will be maybe another four chapters before Black's great rescue attempt, which will be three or four chapter long. After that there will only be about two more chapters left before the end of the first part. In the second part, I introduce Yusuke and the gang. So now you know what I have planned. Also for those of you who have been asking about the picture, I am so sorry, I don't use my e-mail account anymore because it is blocked here at the hospital. If anybody has a website that I could post it on for viewing, please let me know. I really would appreciate it, just leave me a note in your review, and I will write back to you. And that should be it. Thanks.