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 Nine: Expelled.

Dumbledore watched as Harry slowly started to mumble in his sleep, signifying that he was starting to dream. He was so engrossed in studying the boy, that he didn't even know that someone was behind him until a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Albus gasped as he spun around startled to see his potion master gazing at the boy on the bed with concern.

"You shouldn't have given him that pill," Snape reprimanded as he removed his hand and made his way to the bed. "You know how dangerous it is to leave your mind open to an enemy. Why would you do something so irrational? It's not like you," Snape continued as he felt the boy's pulse and monitored his other vital signs.

Dumbledore watched Snape's movements with concern, before he stood and stretched his tired muscles. "Ever since you lost your position as a spy, we have been completely in the dark about Voldemort's plans. This is the only way to gather information," Dumbledore explained, stopping when Snape turned and glared venomously at him.

"So you are willing to risk this boy's life for information?" Snape demanded.

"No," Dumbledore exclaimed before growing silent. "I'm only trying to do what is best for the majority," Dumbledore sighed looking up at the younger man with such despair and exhaustion that Snape almost felt guilty for questioning the headmaster's decision.

Snape hated the feeling of hopelessness that was radiating from the headmaster, and he soon found himself inching his way toward a more familiar presence.

Shiori had fallen asleep in her chair. Her head was resting lightly on her son's chest, giving the impression of complete peacefulness. Both mother and son had an innocent look on their face that only sleep could bring. Snape couldn't help but smile at the scene of his family. It had been so long since he had seen his sister, and his heart throbbed at the thought of how much he had missed in her life.

Snape was pulled out of his thoughts as a painful scream filled the room and echoed through the stillness of night. Startled, both Snape and the awakened Shoiri turned to the source of the disturbance, only to find Dumbledore trying to awaken the comatose boy.

"What's going on?" Shiori demanded, her motherly instincts kicking in as she made a beeline to Harry's side, clutching his hand and brushing her finger's through his dark hair.

Snape only stood rooted in his former position, as he watched as Dumbledore and Shiori tried to wake the boy. But all their efforts were in vain. Every spell that the headmaster tried to use was repelled away from the boy by an invisible force, and no amount of begging was reaching the boy's consciousness.

When the tears began to fall from the boy's eyes, Snape was finally able to pull himself out of his stupor, and was immediately trying to pour potions down the boy's throat. He tried every type of potion that he could think of to dull the pills effects, but whatever grip was on the boy's mind, was far beyond anything that the original pill had intended.

Snape had no idea what had compelled him to switch his attention away from Potter and to his sleeping nephew; as if by some unknown force, he was pulling out a potion that would counter the effects of the sleeping potion the matron had given Shuichi earlier that night.

Dumbledore was not at all surprised when the spasms started, but when Harry became deathly still, he feared for the worst. Harry was freezing to the touch, and all outward appearance of life had ceased.

In despair, Dumbledore felt his knees growing weak. Exhausted from the strain of his grief and guilt, the old headmaster sunk to the ground.

"What the hell did you give him?"

Dumbledore looked up and was meet with enraged greenish gold eyes. "Minamino?" Dumbledore gasped in surprise.

"Answer me!" Kurama yelled pulling the older man to his feet. Yells of surprise could be heard from his mother and uncle at his suddenly harsh behavior, but Kurama ignored them. The important thing was figuring out what had happened to Harrry. Even as he lay in his bed in the induced healing trance the sleep potion had put him in, he was vaguely aware that something very wrong was happening. When he was pulled suddenly out of his sleep, the only thing he could sense was the dark presence that surrounded the boy, and the steady loss of life energy from Harry's form. Someone or something was stealing the boy's life from underneath everyone's noses.

"I gave him a pill to help him with his visions," Dumbledore gasped clawing at Kurama's hand in a futile attempt to lessen the boy's vise-like grip on his neck.

"You mean to hand him over to his enemies," Kurama snarled, his eyes flashing dangerously in the darkness. "You foolish old man, do you have any idea what you have just done?" Kurama demanded, his demon side showing through in his rage.

In complete disgust, Kurama allowed the old man to crumble at his feet as he released his hold on him. There were more important things to worry about then teaching an old man a lesson. Taking a deep breath, Kurama was able to suppress his demon side, and hide the demon traits before the other occupants could notice the difference. With calmness born only from centuries of experience, Kurama quickly began to set up a protective barrier around the boy.

The barrier was a soft glow that cast the room in a light bluish light. It was silent, but when Snape's hand brushed the outside of the barrier, it released a sizzling sound, and left the potion master's hand feeling numb.

"What is this?" Shiori asked backing away from the strange thing in fright.

Kurama glanced at her for a second before turning back to his task. He didn't have time to teach the humans about what he was doing. Instead, he pulled out a ward, and started mumbling under his breath.

The speech was an ancient tongue, from the Makai, that few have ever heard, or remembered. It was created from mind demons back when brute strength wasn't as important of a factor as it was in the current demon world. The race had learned how to fight against all mind attacks, and not even a demon equipped with the Jagan eye could penetrate their shields.

The spell that Kurama was working on was created to protect the children who had not yet learned mind control. The objective of the spell was to dispel all foreign attacks to the mind, while preserving the child's sanity. It was a complex spell that was heavily guarded, and was one of the biggest challenges to steal. After all, Kurama was not just interested in stealing material objects; he also loved the challenge of stealing techniques.

After the spell was finished, the black character started glowing, signifying that the spell had been effective. Without hesitation, Kurama slowly began to mutter again as he approached Harry's bedside. As soon as the ward was placed on Harry's forehead, the character turned a crimson red, and then faded to nothing.

It had accomplished its purpose. Harry's mind was his again.

The light blue barrier faded as Kurama started strolling to the door of the infirmary. He had to find the matron, he didn't have the patience to replenish the energy that had been stolen from Harry, and he also needed to think. Whoever had entered Harry's mind was a strong psychic. Not very many humans or demons had the power to kill someone with their mind alone.

"Shuuichi?"

Kurama halted as the voice of his mother echoed through the room. It sounded so lost, so frightened. Her voice didn't hold the same sort of love that he was used to. It was foreign to him.

Turning around, he was met with frightened eyes of both his mother and the headmaster. Kurama shifted, his eyes wandering away from them towards Snape. It gave him just a little bit of comfort to note that the other man had already begun caring to Harry, pulling him back from his dangerous coma, and working on restoring the stolen energy. It was obvious that Snape had paid attention to every word he had mentioned while he was reprimanding the headmaster, and had understood what needed to be done. The man was more intelligent then the students gave him credit for.

"Mr. Minamino, we need to talk," Dumbledore announced, his stance showing that he was still shaken.

"No we do not," Kurama said. "I saved his life; that is all you need to know," Kurama stated firmly, avoiding looking at his mother.

"I can not allow you to stay in this school any more," Dumbledore announced causing a small shattering noise as a glass vial was broken.

"Are you crazy Albus, Shuuichi just saved Potter," Snape pointed out.

Kurama lowered his eyes toward Snape's right hand, were the remains of a potion's bottle could still be seen.

Dumbledore only sighed as he shook his head, his body shook slightly in exhaustion, and as one looked at him at that moment, they couldn't see any sign of the once proud wizard. All that was left was an old empty shell that had been used too many times that it was a wonder that it hadn't shattered under the pressure.

"What is going on?"

The voice was small, hardly louder then a whisper, but the despair screamed to be noticed. The question nearly broke Kurama as he was forced to look at his mother.

"I am sorry mother, I have been deceiving you. I'm not here to learn," Kurama admitted, despair echoing in his own voice before he turned and disappeared out of the room.

The sound of his mother's voice seemed to follow him as Kurama made his way toward his room. The pictures around him stirred as he passed, only to try to settle back to sleep before they were rudely awakened a second time by the lights turning on throughout the castle.

Kurama knew that it was too late. The secret was out, the headmaster suspected him, and that there was no excuse believable enough this time for him to convince the old wizard otherwise. The only chance he had left was to contact the person who had gotten him in this mess in the first place.

The only problem with that strategy was the simple fact that all his belongings was in his room, and that the Gryffindor head Professor McGonagall was probably already guarding his stuff. Fighting a professor to get the communicator will only worsen the situation.

"Kurama, over here."

Kurama halted at the words, and turned around to see Hermione waving frantically at him from the corner of the hall. Curious as to what the girl was doing out after curfew, Kurama reluctantly made his way toward her.

"Follow me," Hermione said leading Kurama away from the dorms and deeper into the castle.

"Where are we going?" Kurama asked hearing in the distance the annoyed voices of the castle's occupants as they were rudely awakened from their sleep.

"It is sort of a secret room that we used last year to work on defense against the dark arts classes," Hermione explained. "The headmaster knows about it, but the majority of the people don't even know it exists. It will buy us some time at least," Hermione explained leading Kurama into the room.

Kurama glanced around the plain looking room, only showing a hint of surprise at the site of Ron and Draco.

"What are you three doing," Kurama demanded.

"How is Harry?" Ron asked avoiding the question.

"Safe, now what are you three doing here?" Kurama demanded again.

The three teenagers shifted before Draco finally began speaking. "I got a message to bring you this," Draco said holding up the little communicator that Koenma had given Kurama for emergencies.

"How?" Kurama asked speechless causing the three children to beam with pride.

"Well, I got this strange message from somebody, I don't know who, but they told me to get an item out of your room. I didn't see any harm in it, so I tried to get into the Gryffindor dormitory, but I didn't know the password, so I waited for someone to come out. It was just my luck that these two were on their way out to check on Harry," Draco explained.

"When Harry didn't come back to the dorms tonight, we knew that something must be wrong, so we got his invisibility cloak, and were on our way to find out what had happened," Ron explained. "That was when we bumped into him."

"But what made you trust him, I thought you guys didn't like each other?" Kurama asked still looking perplexed by the interaction between the three teenagers.

"I saw Malfoy and Harry enter the infirmary today and sort of figured out that something was up, but before I got a chance to talk to Harry about it, Professor Dumbledore took him upstairs to his office. When Draco mentioned your name, I mean Kurama, not Shuuichi or Minamino, I knew that you at least trusted him, and that was all I needed to convince him," Hermione explained as she pointed at Ron, "that it was okay to trust him."

"We were half way to the infirmary when the lights turned on, so me and Malfoy made our way to the room, while Hermione used the cloak to try and find you," Ron finished.

"So what happened, why are all the professors out looking for you, and what about Harry?" Hermione asked showing her concern and worry.

"Professor Dumbledore gave Harry some sort of drug to make him dream. It left his mind wide open to the enemy, and I had to use some of my demon power in order to save him. Harry is safe now, and is resting peacefully, but Dumbledore doesn't trust me, and wants to expel me from the school," Kurama explained summoning everything up so that it was just a brief explanation.

"Damn, I knew that crazy old man wasn't as special as Harry tried to make him sound," Draco muttered.

"So what are you going to do?" Ron asked throwing Draco a look that was a mixture of annoyance and reluctant agreement.

"I'm going to talk to Koenma," Kurama said opening the communicator.

Kurama watched as the static began to clear away to show the face of the young toddler lord. Smothered snickers could be heard from the three teenagers at the sight of the infant sized lord on the screen, a fact that only added to Koenma's annoyance.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Koenma demanded his eyes roaming at the four teenagers that were gazing at him from his screen, "And what are they doing? You know that this was supposed to be a stealth mission," Koenma reprimanded.

Kurama inhaled, preparing for the argument that he was sure would come from his next statement. "I've been expelled from Hogwarts," Kurama stated calmly.

"What?" Koenma's yelled, his voice echoing throughout the room.

"In order to save Harry Potter from a mind attack in the boy's sleep, I had to unveil some of my power," Kurama explained.

"This isn't good," Koenma said calming down as he leaned back in his chair thoughtfully. "Alright, I'll send Yusuke and the others," Koenma reluctantly said.

"No," Kurama objected startling Koenma again.

Koenma stared at Kurama as though the fox demon had just transformed into his Youko form for the first time. Either that or that the most intelligent member of the team had finally lost his mind. "Why not, if I am not mistaken, not too long ago, you were practically begging me to allow the rest of the team to join you," Koenma pointed out.

"I am aware of that, but if you bring them now, then Voldemort will surely know of our interference, and anyways, it's personal now," Kurama said growing silent. "I just need you to convince Dumbledore that I am not a spy for Voldemort," Kurama explained.

Koenma sighed rubbing his temples and groaning like a child. Finally he looked back at the screen and nodded his head. "I'll be over at the school in an hour to talk to the headmaster," Koenma said before the screen went blank.

TBC.

Author's endnote: Sorry about the lateness, I had another mind block. Well, sorry to get your hopes up, but the rest of the Yu Yu Hakusho characters are not joining the story quit yet. There is still a ways to go before they make their grand entrance. Well, tell me what you think. Thanks.