Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter and Yu Yu Hakusho. I will be the first to admit that some scenes and lines are taken directly from the books, but this is a fan fiction that is allowed. I own the plot how ever and also I own... -digs around in pockets- hey I found a nickel... I can get some gum.

Summary- Harry Potter has been going through some weird changes lately. Unexpected things have been happening around him and his normal dreams are being slowly replaced by chilling nightmares...or are they?

Pre-A/N- This fic starts at book 1 Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone. I decide this because of the new Harry Potter book coming out in oh...less than a month. It is also if you can't figure it out written in Harry's perspective. So enjoy and please review if possible.

Chapter one: The beginning.

I awoke from that dream again in a cold sweat. I killed that man again I saw him smile as the blue light hit him. Well technically didn't see him smile I just knew he did. After it hits his body he is flung into a giant forest and I go after him. He is a giant at least 6 feet his tan skin started to turn pale; his black shirt was ripped up. I always wake up just as he is about to say something. This dream has been occurring more often than it used to.

"Wake up this instant and watch the bacon!" A shrill female voice yelled quickly followed by a loud knocking at my door. "You hear me? I want everything perfect for today you hear me?" I groaned as I remembered today's significance my cousins birthday. As I struggled to pull on my oversized hand-me-down clothes on I silently prayed for a miracle to save me from this day.

I mournfully got out of my room, the tiny cupboard underneath the stairs, and moved into the kitchen. As I passed the table I had to wonder where the plates would go because the table was overflowing with gifts for my portly cousin. As I watched the bacon my Uncle Vernon walked in with the mail and gave me a look of disgust. I have learned over the years to mainly ignore him and things turn out well.

"Comb your hair boy!" He growled at me. It didn't matter one way or another, my hair never stayed down. There was only one time when my hair stayed in place and it took a while bottle of gel, but we stopped it because you could see my scar. Aunt Petunia doesn't like it though I think it's cool because it looks just like a lightening bolt the one thing I like about myself. I am small and extremely skinny, my jet black hair is constantly jutting out every which way, my eyes are an interesting shade of a bottle green mixed with a little chocolate brown, and because of my build I'm pretty fast which helps me escape Dudley and his gangs daily beatings. As I moved the bacon I felt the floor shake which signaled the arrival of my cousin Dudley.

"Happy Birthday my Dinky Duddydums!" My Aunt Petunia cooed bouncing into the kitchen behind him glowing with pride. I f he could I would say he ran, but in reality it was more of a waddling jog as he plopped down at the table and began counting his presents aloud.

"30, 31, 30...4?" I almost chocked on the piece of dry toast I was eating.

"32, Popkin the next number is 32." Aunt Petunia smiled uneasily at the mistake.

"There are 36 presents here that's..." His brow furrowed in concentration. "two less than last year." I began scarffing my own food as my "spider sense" told me a tantrum was approaching.

"You forgot to count the one from Marge sweetie." Aunt Petunia's "spider sense" was working as well to my surprise.

"Okay 37 then."

"And we will buy you two more presents while we are out. How's that popkin? Two more presents. Is that alright?" He paused which was a good sign and began thinking again. For Dudley is a lot of work considering his mental capacity.

"Then I will have 30...30..."

"39 sweetums."

"Oh." We are back to Deafcon 5, thanks you Aunt Petunia. Dudley quickly tore into the nearest parcel. Uncle Vernon began chuckling like someone slipped rum into his morning coffee and for once I wasn't guilty.

"That's my boy, little tyke wants to get his moneys worth. Just like his dad atta boy." Uncle Vernon then proceeded to give Dudley a playful sock in the shoulder. A couple presents later the phone rang and Aunt Petunia glided over to grab it. Her face fell almost instantly and she gave me a death glare that seemed oddly familiar.

"Bad news Vernon, Mrs. Figg broke her leg and can't take him." She gestured at me with her head. My heart leapt at the thought of it.

Every year on my cousin's birthday I have to stay wit Mrs. Figg while my cousin and a couple of his buddies go to amusement parks and the like. While me on the other hand, I get to stay with Mrs. Figg whose house smells of cabbage and who keeps showing me album after album filled with pictures of her dead cats. It pisses me the hell off and she is lucky that she broke her leg because I couldn't take one more year. I had to shake my head, when did I get so angry? I looked up to see Dudley's multiple chins began to quiver. I assumed he was remembering the hamster he had and how he killed it to get the realistic tears that were welling up in his eyes.

"I...don't...want...him...t-to...ruin...m-my...birthday...p-party!" Dudley labored to say underneath fake panting.

"Don't worry Dinky Duddydums he." I received the most bone chilling glares I have ever gotten from her. "wont ruin your special day." She embraced, as best she could, her mammoth son.

"but he always spoils everything!" Dudley smirked at me through her arms. Sometimes I dreamed I could shoot something out of my finger at him. Interrupting one of my favorite fantasies the door bell rang and as if by magic the tears in Dudley's eyes dried up faster than the Sahara desert. Aunt Petunia rushed to the door and gracefully opened it, then she turned her almost Giraffe like neck and primly announced.

"Piers Polkis is here, popkins." At that Dudley's scrawny rat faced friend walked in and then sneered at me. It was hell getting in the car today. Dudley and Piers purposefully put me in between them so they could poke and prod me to their hearts content while Uncle Vernon could routinely glare at me making sure I didn't do anything in my own defense. The ride to the zoo besides me getting a new array of bruises was uneventful besides the fact I saw a motorcycle that reminded me of my old dreams where I would be riding in a flying motorcycle.

When we finally parked the car Uncle Vernon and I were the last to get out and I got a special talk.

"I'm warning you boy, if anything goes wrong." His purple face and hand gestures were enough for me to get the picture. After the initial shock of actually being at the zoo sunk in I had a blast. When they bought Dudley and Piers popsicles from a cart, I got one too because the vender asked me for my choice. Then in the food court I got to finish Dudley's first knickerbockers glory because I didn't have enough ice cream. Then we went to the reptile house. It was weird. As Dudley and Piers ran ahead to find the most threatening thing they could find I was left alone. So I placed myself in front of the tamest thing I could find, the poison dart frog.

"Small, but very deadly they are mainly found in the rainforest."1 You must understand when you're alone as much as me you tend to talk to yourself. Especially since I always feel a presence it calms me a lot to talk at it.

"They are beautiful wouldn't you agree." A calm, soothing, almost relaxing voice stated from behind me causing me to jump a little. "Pardon me if I frightened you." I turned around and I think I saw one of the prettiest people alive. This person was the perfect balance between slim and muscular, their hair was the color of a red rose, their eyes looked like fresh grass in it's playful youth, with skin looking like fresh cream begging to be licked, then the clothes starting with the unmarked black tennis, moving up to the skin tight black denim jeans, to the baggy red sweater matching their hair, covering a seemingly skin tight black turtleneck. This picture of perfection was talk to me moving his gorgeously full lips…did I just say his! 2

"No problem, Miss."

"What's your name?" This person seemed truly interested in our conversation and in me.

"Harry Potter."

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is..."

"Get over here boy!" I almost could cry right about now my probably one chance at a friend and my uncle ruins it.

"Sorry Miss I got to go my uncle's calling me." I jogged away, but I still didn't miss the look of disappointment on that lady's face.

"What the hell were you doing boy?" For as lazy as Uncle Vernon is he is pretty strong especially when you're being grabbed by the back of the neck.

"Nothing that lady just started talking to me." I pleaded with him as he led me through the exhibit to the last one which was nearly deserted.

"You will stay here till we are ready to leave." Being shoved into glass I found out hurts quite a lot especially when done face first. As he stalked away I peered into the exhibit and it contained a rather large snake who was now staring at me about face level and then it winked at me. So I waved to it testing out the motion and the snake repeated my motion exactly with its tail.

"Uh...Hello there, sorry 'bout smashing into your window and all the noise my uncle made." It simply shrugged and gave me a look saying.

Don't worry I get much worse.

"Oh okay, so...uh...where are you from?" You must also understand I have really never had a conversation with animals before because it just usually isn't done. The snake proceeded to jab at the sign attached to its cage and I read.

"Boa Constrictor found in Brazil. Is it nice in Brazil?" It motioned toward the sign again. "Bred in captivity..." It took me awhile to process that information. "Oh, so you were born here then." It nodded to me and then I felt a sharp pain in my side as some one shoved me down. As I fell to the ground I saw a short figure cloaked in black behind me with piercing red eyes and smirking at me. Then everything went to hell. Dudley and Piers began shrieking as I got up the boa constrictor was easing itself out of the cage through where the glass should have been. As it began slithering away I felt something go up my pant leg causing a sharp pinch on my lower thigh and everything went black.

"I can't believe this of all things he could have said…he called me a...a..." Our charming young "woman" from the reptile house threw off the baggy sweater revealing quite a flat chest and began pacing the hotel room.

"Woman!" The short black cloaked figure threw their cape revealing a young man with extremely pale skin, whose jet black hair stood straight up with a small blaze of white near his forehead almost covering a very old white bandana. His voice was deep making one question how old he was. 3

"Don't smirk at me Hiei!"4 The boy threw a glass across the hotel room shattering near his companion.

"Fox don't get us thrown out of here already." Hiei jumped with superhuman ability and landed in the window sill.

"I know, but I still don't like it." 'Fox' sunk down onto the bed with a heavy sigh.

"This was your plan remember."

"Your plan was too drastic and possibly traumatizing."

"He would eventually come crawling back."

I awoke from another strange dream locked in my cupboard. In my dream I got hit by a car because I pushed a little kid out of the way. At first I was confused, but then it got weird this girl with powder blue hair, bubbled gum pink eyes, a matching pink bath robe, and she was sitting on a flying oar appeared. I don't know why, but I started talking aloud.

"So I'm a ghost?"

"Bingo, bingo you get the prize!" The girl smiled cheerfully and then I awoke screaming for reasons I don't know.

"About time you got up. Now get out here and watch the breakfast." It was Aunt Petunia's shrill voice that calmed me. Hearing something familiar can do that for a person.

A/N: Yes my fourth fic and it kinda is a crossover not so much. I hope this fic gets a lot of fans and the like, but I honestly don't care. I writing this in preparation for writing an original that I have already started. I'm tempted to put it some where on the web to see how people like it, but I will hold out a little longer.

1. I have no idea what the actual description for the poison dart frog is. I don't even know if it lives in the reptile house. I haven't been to a zoo in over three years.

2. Let me explain that whole description thing. One Harry Potter is now approaching puberty so he starts to notice little things he didn't notice before. Two and most important this description was written by a teenage girl with the help of another teenage girl which incidentally happen to both be Kurama fans.

3. I'm a Hiei fan so sue me.

4. Kurama to my knowledge was never called a woman in Yu Yu Hakusho so he will be slightly OOC for now because of reasons that will be revealed later.