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 Eight: Nightmare.

Harry wandered in the darkness. Groping the black void in an attempt to find a clue to where he was going. As he continued to move aimlessly, his mind began to wander to the last thing he remembered.

Kurama.

That's right; he had gone to see Kurama in the hospital wing. And he had gone with Draco. Harry's mind reeled as he recalled the event.

Kurama was lying on the bleached white sheets, completely unaware of the world around him. His mother was by his side, guarding him silently, with her wand positioned on anything that was a threat to her offspring. Snape and a couple of other instructors where near the entrance trying to keep the student body from getting too close to the defenseless boy. The quidditch team stood to the side unsure of what to think, their victory still baffled them.

Harry remembered that when he entered, Ron was immediately by his side apologizing. Even though the situation was bleak, Harry remembered how all he wanted was to smile in relief. Ron's behavior towards Kurama had bothered Harry immensely, and the sudden change was welcoming. It was the hard look Hermione threw him that Harry had not been expecting.

The look in Hermione's eyes was cold and distrusting. Of all the students, she was the only one that seemed to notice that he and Draco and been missing for a considerable amount of time, and that the two rivals had shown up at the infirmary at the same instant. Harry had known that her observant mind had already come to a conclusion on where the two boy's had been.

Hermione stood from her spot on Kurama's left, and made her way toward Harry, her body language screaming that she wanted answers. Harry only stood, waiting for the silent demand to follow. It was then that Dumbledore placed a sturdy hand on his shoulder, and elegantly steered him away from the room.

Harry stumbled, and fell painfully to his knees. While he was kneeling on the ground, his mind continued to search for answers on his strange predicament. Following his current train of thought, his mind wandered to the conversation that he had had with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore had looked weathered as he settled into his office seat. Harry continued to stand as he waited for the headmaster to start the conversation. When a few minutes passed without the headmaster initiating a reason for him being there, Harry found himself shifting. His eyes wandered from the many portraits of the professors, until it finally came to rest on the red phoenix.

The bird cocked his head to the side, as if trying to tell the boy that it was alright. When Harry didn't relax, the bird released a loud squawk, and then flapped his wings a little to stir up the dust in the room. The action caused a small smile on Harry's face, and it seemed to pull the headmaster out of his current state.

"Harry, have you had any unusual dreams lately?" Dumbledore asked hesitantly, almost as though he was embarrassed for asking such a thing.

Harry stood for a second, before he allowed himself to sink into the nearest seat. "Why do you ask?" Harry asked shifting a little to help calm his nerves, as well as to help make himself more comfortable.

Dumbledore folded his hands in front of him, and steadied his gaze on the boy. His look explained clearly that he knew Harry was hiding something.

Harry had wanted to get up and bolt out of the room. But his feet felt like they were made out of lead, and his hands just didn't want to stop shaking. Harry's eyes wandered around the room, looking franticly for a way to disappear.

Dumbledore sighed; his intimidating position seemed to melt into a more familiar position of calm and patience. The change seemed to help, but Harry still seemed afraid.

There was another wait, a pause for the two people to evaluate their situation. For the headmaster, it was his confusion over the guilty look on Harry's young face. For Harry, the moment was spent on trying to figure out what he should tell the headmaster. Finally, Harry calmed down enough to answer the question.

"I haven't had any dreams about Voldemort since the summer ended," Harry explained as Dumbledore's eyes widened in disbelief.

"So you've managed to block him?" Dumbledore asked his wonderment evident in his voice.

"No," Harry admitted, "Ku- Shuichi has been blocking my dreams for me," Harry said surprised when Dumbledore sprang from his seat and began pacing.

"Headmaster?" Harry asked shrinking as distrusting blue eyes fell on him. Harry wanted nothing more then to take back what he had said. Everything that was happening was confusing him, but the headmaster's reaction was the worst. Why was he so angry?

Finally, the headmaster seemed to calm, and he soon settled back into his seat looking extremely exhausted. "Harry, do you remember what happened the day that Professor Minamino was teaching the class about auras?" Dumbledore asked softly.

Harry looked at the headmaster in suspicion before he tried to answer the headmaster's completely random question.

"We were taking potions that showed us what our auras look like," Harry explained when he was interrupted by the headmaster.

"What can you tell me about Shuichi's aura?" Dumbledore asked casually.

"His was…his…" Harry stopped when he realized that he couldn't remember. His mind began racing as he tried to recall the lesson, and all he was met with was an empty void where the memory should have been. Panic crossed his face when he realized that the only thing he could remember about that day was what had happened in the morning. In desperation, Harry looked up at Dumbledore for answers.

Dumbledore had a look of knowing on his face as he watched the lost look on the boy's face. "I can't recall any events of that day either. I may be old, but I know that my memory isn't that bad. I know that my memory has been messed with, and it was a spell powerful enough that I don't know a counter-spell that can restore the lost memory. Something important happened that day, something big enough that every living thing with a conscious mind in Hogwarts, had their memory erased," Dumbledore explained.

"But what does this have to do with me?" Harry asked.

"Your dreams may be the only clue as to what might have occurred that day. I know that last year I wanted you to block you mind from Voldemort's intrusion, but this year it might be the only source of information that we can use," Dumbledore explained.

"But I don't know how to bring them back," Harry said getting upset. A part of him wanted to see into Voldemort's plans, but the majority of him was afraid of what he might find out. This year was the only time in a long time that he wasn't haunted by the monsters of his past and present. He looked forward to going to sleep at night, to getting a good night sleep where he could for a moment forget all his worries. It wasn't fair that the headmaster wanted him to give up his one moment of peace. But then again, he didn't even know how to bring the dreams back.

"Take this, it will help open your mind up. It is extremely dangerous since it will leave your mind open to attack, but I wont let you come to any harm. Tonight, I will stay awake to keep an eye on you," Dumbledore explained handing Harry a little pill.

Harry eyed the pill like it was one of Snape's poisons. He hated the little thing that was going to deny him his rest tonight, but at the urging of the headmaster, he swallowed the pill, and resisted the urge to throw it back out.

"Good, now let us get back to the infirmary, it is time for you to get some rest," Dumbledore said getting up and leading the way out of the office. Harry followed him feeling numb.

Pushing himself to his feet, Harry continued his aimless wanderings in the dark. He had gone back to the infirmary, where the headmaster had arranged for a bed to be made for him. And that was the last thing he remembered.

How he got into this pitch black void, and why he was there was completely beyond his comprehension. A small part of him was telling him that he was only dreaming, and that the pill had failed to bring across the effect that the headmaster had desired.

Another part of him told him that the place felt too real for it to be a dream, and that when he fell on his knees, that that actually hurt.

Thousands of absurd thoughts raced threw his mind, but the end result was still the same. He was terrified that he was stuck in another vision and that this time the pill would prevent him from waking up.

His fear was affirmed when the darkness began to thin like a black cloud becoming thinner as light pierced it. Like a morning fog, the darkness separated and disappeared, leaving him in the middle of a very familiar graveyard.

Harry tried to repress a scream when he saw Cedric next to him. In excruciating slowness, Harry watched as the beam of green light rushed towards the other boy like the wings of death itself, and then there was a sharp pain in his forehead.

Harry released a painful scream as he collapsed to the ground, twitching like he was being electrocuted. Then the pain ceased to a familiar dull, and all movement ceased. Harry closed his eyes, waiting for some composure to return. But it was so hard to concentrate when breathing was almost impossible. He was being crushed. Something was pushing down on his chest, and was restricting his breathing till he was getting lightheaded from lack of oxygen. In a panic his eyes flew open to see a body on top of his.

The body lay face down, but Harry knew that he was a Hogwarts student by the familiar robes that he was wearing. Panic, regret, guilt and fear rouse as Harry tried to roll the body off of him. He didn't remember Cedrics body falling on top of him before, but there was no other explanation for why the body was there.

With a final heave, Harry pushed the body off of him, only to stare horrified at Kurama's lifeless green eyes.

Kill the spare

Harry was screaming; he knew he was even though he never remembered commanding his body to do so. The death eaters were dancing around him, jeering at the lost boy and chanting:

Kill the spare.

KILL THE SPARE!

KILL THE SPARE!

The words pounded in Harry's head, and all he could do was try to drown out the words with his screams. But the louder he got the more insistent the chant became.

Kurama's body was pressed firmly against Harry's chest, as the distraught boy began to rock back and forth. His screams had subsided to heaving sobs that shook his small body.

Harry felt like he was going to be consumed by the voices around him when the chant came to a sudden halt. Harry looked up as the ring of death eaters broke apart to allow two figures into the circle.

One of the shadowy figures knelt down next to him, and with no effort at all, he took Kurama's body out of his arms, and silently disappeared. Harry opened his mouth, springing to his feet, only to be halted when the second figure grabbed his wrist and spun him around to face him.

Voldemort looked into Harry's eyes with all the hatred and loathing he had toward the boy, before he pointed his wand at him and whispered one final word.

"You're the spare this time."

TBC.

Author's endnote: Oh, that was evil, wasn't it…? Oh well, I had fun writing it. This was a slightly different style, so I have no idea how successful it was, especially since I had several flash backs thrown inside of it, but let me know if it was successful. Thanks