Disclaimer: I do not own anything but this idea for a plot and alternate storyline. The characters and places mentioned, except for a few created by me, belong to the creators of either "Yu Yu Hakusho," "Harry Potter," or "Kill Bill" by Quentin Tarentino and any resemblances to people, living or dead, are purely the figment of my, or your imagination. Oh, and please don't sue me; I don't have money, I even have to go to a community college.

A/N: Well, here's another chapter, it's really long, and what I'm trying to do with it and the next chapter is give insight to how I think of the characters, let you get to know them. I also am trying to create questions that will be answered as the plot thickens later on in the story. If none of the questions are interesting, if it seems boring, or if I failed with the characters, please tell me! Do I have too many descriptions? Is it confusing? Is it funny; is it too funny? Is it too weird how I have one of the characters sort of narrating with their personalities put into the words used? Do you even notice that? Am I just talking to myself now? If you have any suggestions, if you hated it, or if you thought it was fascinating or fantastic, please please please tell me! I really need some cc on these two chapters. If it's so bad it needs re-written or revised, just tell me! Help a fellow writer out here! And I hope you all enjoy it, because writing is supposed to be entertaining at the least, except for evil college textbooks. Those things never are.

Chapter Five

Who Are These Freaks?

Luckily for Hiei, the months spent training at Genkai's Temple pass quickly, and now it is late summer. The tree he sat in has wilted in the sudden heat wave, and everybody except the fire demon is too busy to notice. Looking at the bustling of the people below him, Kuwabara and the boys to be exact, he notices that they are finally lugging the trunks down to the carrot-top's minivan. This is exactly why Hiei never had many possessions; he could pick up his hiruseki and katana and leave at any moment, but no, these kids take days to pack and hours to load the ningen machine with all the crap.

'We're only going halfway around the world.' Hiei thought.

"But Hiei, the girl's need their things." That annoying kitsune has listened in on his private thoughts, again. Hiei responds with his trademark, noncommittal grunt.

"Yes, they do remember electronics and technology do not work at the school." Kurama's smirk is infuriating.

"Could you stop?"

"The smirking or the reading of your thoughts?" That bastard.

The angry fire demon probably would have smacked the damn fox, but Kuwabara's voice stops him, "Yo guys! Hiroku's got the last box." The boy is currently stumbling down the stairs with a rather large crate full of manga, "We're gonna leave soon as he gets that in the van. Um, there's just a slight problem, there's only six seats left 'cause the back row is full of box thingies."

"I wasn't planning on letting my kids ride in that thing, especially with you driving. Keita and Mina can sit in the middle." Even when he suggests solutions to a problem, Hiei is a jerk.

Kuwabara is to say the least, incredulous, "You're making them run all the way to Tokyo's airport!"

The fire youkai rolls his eyes, "Iie, they're running to the train, taking the train to Tokyo, and then running to the airport."

"But you'll miss the damn plane!"

"No, we'll be on it before you, baka. They can run faster than the posted speed limits." The argument is interrupted by the arrival of the children and Yukina.

"Otosan!" Mina spoke up with a question, "How are we all going to fit in the car?"

Kuwabara is not the one to answer, "Hina, Hiroku, say goodbye to everyone, we're leaving." Hiei's voice rings out in English.

(A/N: From this point on all speech unless noted otherwise is in English, but Muroku is incapable of speaking in only one language at a time, so he'll always be his usual hodgepodge of dialects.)

"We're running all the way to England?" The twins yell back, though Hiroku added an extra word, "Damn it!" Okay, two words.

As he growls in frustration, the demonic father hangs his head. "No, to the train, then the airport."

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Within half an hour, the train ride only takes 20 minutes, the father and his three kids enter the Tokyo airport. They pass through security without a hitch, though the security guards did comment on the fine craftsmanship of Hiroku's katana and Hiei's katana and 'knife', otherwise known as Muroku's mini-katana, as they peace-bonded the blades for the trip.

As they wait for the rest of their group, the twins and a bored Hiei watch the airplanes land and take-off. "Wow, that one's huge." That belongs to Hiroku who is practicing his English in a flat voice. The boy tries hard to remain stoic and disinterested like his father, but Hiei can tell the boy was still secretly impressed.

"They tobu like youki." A baby's voice calls out in awe from where Muroku is hidden under Hiei's cloak.

(Translation: Yeah, I don't know Japanese, just a few words and phrases, but my stupid dictionary doesn't have all the words I want and only has a few tenses, usually aimed at 'you' not 'they', but what he tried to say was "They fly like magic." I need a new dictionary and a school that has Japanese.)

The smart one, Hina responds to this statement in perfect English, "Airplanes aren't magic, silly. They fly with a combination of speed and aerodynamics. The shape of the wings and body allows air to flow faster on the bottom side than the top to create lift." Too bad she can be boring.

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Soon the others arrive, amazing the Urameshi brats as well as the ningen no baka, who really didn't expect the demons to be there yet. Luggage is checked and Kuwabara waves goodbye as the children and future babysitters... err, teachers, board the plane.

Then Hiei learned the meaning of true terror. It is five at least partially demonic teenagers, a pre-teen hanyou that 'saw' death, a pyromaniac youkai baby, a damn youko, and some old bitch that just will not stop talking. The plane is huge with two aisles and three seats on the left and right as well as four in the middle. Hiei is stuck in the farthest seat to the left in the middle section, and Kurama sits in front of him. To the fire demon's left sit the three boys; Muroku is hiding under his father's cloak, asleep for now. On Kurama's left are the three girls. The chaos starts almost immediately after take off.

"Hiro-kun, 'Kill Bill' is the in-flight movie!" Everyone on the plane can hear Keisuke's loud, badly accented English.

"Sugoi, I mean, awesome. 'Warm sake... very good!'"

Projecting his thoughts, Hiei comments, 'What the Mekai is wrong with my son, he's faking a horrible accent, and he looks stupid holding up his thumbs like that.'

"Dad, it's a great movie, you'd like it. The Bride reminds me of Mom, and its all about revenge and killing and shit." The boy really is enthusiastic when it comes to good violence.

"Even Yukina liked it, though the second volume made us all cry." And even Hina starts trying to convince her father to watch it.

'Oh well, at least it'll keep them quiet for a few hours.' Hiei hopes.

After both volumes have finished, the flight attendants have already told the boys to 'calm down' at least 12 separate times. Hiei has only been told once and was then quiet from embarrassment. Hiroku had to be reminded three times not to remove his katana from the holder in his seat, but he was allowed to caress the hilt all he wanted. Mina and Hina are very discreetly crying into dainty handkerchiefs to conceal their hiruseki, and a few other people on the plane, including Yui and some girl sitting next to Kurama are also crying.

Hiei immediately regrets removing his headphones after the movie ends. The old ningen woman sitting next to him takes it as a cue to start telling her life story to the poor youkai. Kurama isn't having things any easier since the damn girl next to him is crazy and hitting on the fox even though he is physically 14 years older than her.

Having found something interesting about the plane, Yui turns around in her seat after coming back from the bathroom. "Guys, the toilet flushes into the air, at least I think it does."

"Dude, if we transfigured some of this loose thread in my clothes into a rope," Keisuke begins, "we could tie one end to me and then somebody else could hold onto the other as I get flushed down the toilet. Then I could fly under the plane!"

"Sweet!" Hiei's boy encourages the idiotic plan. Rising from his seat with super-human speed, the poofy black and white haired father jumps to the back of Hina's seat to slap both boys before returning. None of the ningens notice, least of all the old hag who is still rambling on about her son's new wife.

As soon as the fire youkai manages to tune her out, he feels a growing youki emanating from his lap. 'Muroku better not be trying to set anything on fire again!'

'Don't worry Hiei-san, he is just trying to aide his father, by engulfing that old lady in flames.' Hiei can just feel the redhead's vulpine grin.

Hiei eventually subdues the baby demon, and quells numerous other problems. Like when Kurama almost took the girl up oh her offer of joining the 'mile-high club,' or when Yui started collecting English boys' phone numbers. Somehow, everyone on board makes it out alive, but then as they leave the plane, Keita sees the pilot and noticeably shudders.

"What's wrong now." Hiei demands of the boy.

"The pilot. Liver failure in 45 minutes." The boy seems to be shivering despite the summer heat.

"Wow, I'm glad I'm not on his next flight." Mina comments idly as Keisuke gives his little brother a small hug.

Without another word, though grunts are used often, the large group gathers their luggage and catches a couple taxis to their hotel.

(A/N: This next part will take a while, why don't you go get yourself a drink, maybe some tasty juice, and a snack. While you're at it, go to the bathroom so you won't be disturbed for the rest of this chapter. It's long, just warning y'all.)

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The next day finds the two adult demons and seven kids in front of a seedy looking tavern, whose name matches the one mentioned in the two professors' instructions, 'the Leaky Cauldron.' Hiei noticed a layer of wards surrounding the building, and all the Jaganshi had to do to find the pub is follow the traces of reiki. Noticing how nobody around them seems to even glance at the shop, he determins that the wards are for concealing the building from those with lesser energies. Kurama gives a mean smile, it happens to look just like his 'perfect son' smile, to show he has already figured that out long before the fire youkai.

The Urameshi kids briefly wonder if minors are allowed in as everyone enters the dark, and rather distastefully dingy decor. 'Kurama, get out of my head, I don't care how you feel about the room.' A bald old man eyes them suspiciously from behind the bar, and Hiei sends one of his soon to be famous death glares in return. The red-haired fox leads the children out a back door and into what the directions call, 'a small, walled courtyard.'

(A/N: from pg. 70 of 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.')

Kurama deigns to read the instructions to the children, "To enter Diagon Alley, simply channel your magic into your finger, use your wand when you get one, and tap it three times against the brick that is three up and two across above the trash can."

An archway forms quickly in the wall and the group enters into the alley behind it. Diagon Alley is filled to capacity with wizards and witches of all ages, but a good many appear to be children between Keita's and the twin's ages and their parents. There are stores selling everything, and strangely it reminds all who have been to Makai of a demonic bazaar only without the demons. There are a few youki signatures though, like the giant of a hanyou heading straight for them.

"Professors, over here!" The booming sound almost makes Hiei wince in remembrance of a certain carrot-topped idiot.

"Who are you." Hiei demands snobbishly. Half breeds and humans had to earn his respect.

"And more importantly, how the Mekai do you know we are professors." The youko has taken control of Kurama's body, and he has never needed a reason to be suspicious.

The extremely large and hairy man, as in larger than some Japanese hotel rooms or even five of the compartment sized ones together, begins with a deeply English accent, "Le' me introduce mehself, I'm Hagrid, gamekeeper an' Professor o' teh Care o' Magical Critters at Hogwarts. Yer boss, ah... Conma er somethin' sent us a picture o' ya so's I could show ya 'round teh wizerdin' world."

Some of the children have a hard time understanding the accent, but Kurama relaxes back to his normal self and quickly responds, "That does sound like something Koenma would do."

"O' yeah, that's the name, Coh'Nma." Kurama chuckles nicely at the giant's inability to pronounce the junior god's name.

"It is nice to meet you Hagrid, I am Kurama Minamino, and this is my colleague Hiei." He motions towards the shorter demon who grunts.

"Warn't you teh fox demon tha' came 'round 'bout 20 years ago? I remember yeh vaguely, didn't get ter see any o' teh demonstrations, but that nice lil' ice princess came o'er fer tea once. You two girl's look an awful lot like 'er." The man grumbles on, receiving a curt nod from Kurama and a glare from Hiei.

"Mom said she had had a great time at Hogwarts." Mina smiles sweetly, "But how could you tell that I'm not her?"

"I was told 'bout teh transfers, an' yeh ain't wearin' teh right lil' blue dress that she wore." Hagrid explains.

They continue to converse casually as the giant leads them to the wizard bank. Hina manages to shock the poor old guy when she explains that Mina's father is the loud mouthed orange-haired human that had gone to Hogwarts with Kurama and Yukina, and she also makes him speechless by telling about how her father, Hiei, is Yukina's twin brother.

Within a short while, the large group is walking up the broad steps of a pristine white edifice. "Welcome teh Gringotts everyone, don' mind teh goblins an' be careful o' the dragons an' carts." Hagrid warns on the way up.

Instead of having everyone approach the front desk where a bored goblin attired in red and gold waits for the next customer, Kurama suggests quite firmly that everyone else stay in the lobby while he gets their money.

"Ah, I think I'll just stay 'ere too. Them crazy lil' contraptions make meh ill." Hagrid instead choses to tell the kids stories of famous wizards, namely some kid in the sixth year named Potter.

By the time the former Youko thief returns with a rather large bag of gold, he has already figured out five separate ways to raid a few vaults, and only one involved stealing keys and using Hiei's jagan to read the corresponding vault numbers from their owner's minds. He is also chuckling about the warning to thieves engraved on the doors outside. How could anyone mistake those weak young wyverns for the powerful dragons that still cause mischief in Makai? No true dragon could be used like that, unless the goblins were unknowingly paying one in a humanoid form to control them. 'Now that's an odd thought,' Kurama thinks absently to himself.

"So did you get enough gold for everyone, fox, or are you just going to hoard it for yourself?" Hiei seems rather upset at having to wait and babysit the kids and giant.

"Oh no, just thinking about how lucky we are to have Koenma paying for everything. Do you remember what we used to do to get money?" Kurama says calmly with a wink.

'So the Youko wants to play in the bank then.' Hiei projects his thought to his former accomplice.

'Maybe after the mission ends, there are so many holes in the security here, just like Enma's treasury.' Kurama replies. That was how the two demons had been roped into this mess by Reikai, they had both been on probation for a few years after stealing three dark treasures from the God of the Dead, and had been forced to work with Yusuke Urameshi, the Reikai Tantei, to atone for the theft.

"So kids," The Youko begins aloud, "What supplies do you need other than books since you should already have copies of each?"

Hagrid is the one to speak up first, "If I may make a suggestion, yeh should get yer robes first, they take teh longest."

With a few grumbles of 'That makes sense,' the party heads for Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Since everyone except Muroku needs robes, the fittings take about an hour and it would have been a little shorter if Hiei and Hiroku hadn't fidgeted so much. The two just didn't trust anybody with pointy objects even if they were just pins for hemming robes. The two Koorime girls have dress robes of the same pale blue; Hiei's are a deep violet and almost black while his son's are similar though in red. Kurama's robes are an emerald green, and in the fitting Hiei burst out laughing because the fox looked like a rose. He stopped, blushing in embarrassment at the loss of his calm facade. Keisuke and Yui have robes of different shades of blue, both slightly darker than the Koorimes', and poor Keita doesn't have dress robes because he is only a first year.

Since they have to wait a few hours for all those robes to be finished, 31 robes do take quite a while; the professors decide to get the rest of the supplies on the children's list. In Hiei's mind, the cauldron shop and Apothecary were boring, especially since demons sell weirder potions ingredients right on the streets in larger Makai cities. Somehow the children manage to drag the adults into both the Owl Emporium and another pet store, but even they get bored quickly when they realize the frogs, cats, and owls were nothing special.

Soon it is time for everyone, including the two demonic professors, to get their wands. Kurama sniffs in disgust at the shabby, rundown building, and he makes a point of avoiding the dustiest parts of the large room that the group enters.

"Oh my! It's been a few years since I've had even a half-breed aside from Hagrid in here. Good afternoon Hagrid; he's half giant, and you are?" A silvery-eyed old man greets them with a soft voice.

Kurama and Hiei are both unsure if he meant to ask for their names or their demonic backgrounds, but Hagrid saves them the trouble.

"These here are teh new professors at Hogwarts, Professors Minamino an' Jaganshi." Hiei frowns slightly at this but decides not to comment just yet on the problem of names. "Oh yeah, an' these kids here are teh new transfer students from a school that doesn't use wands, so everybody needs one."

"I doubt that baby needs one." The old man points directly at Hiei. Muroku is currently asleep and concealed well under Hiei's cloak, but Hiei exposes the tiny one's face quickly at Hagrid's confused expression. Grudgingly, Hiei gives the old wizard a little credit for sensing the baby.

"No, this little pyromaniac latched onto my waist won't need a wand."

The old man chuckles lightly. "So young and still stronger than most wizards. My family has a little demon blood in it. Now in a way, part demon wizards are easier to match to wands, but in another way they are the pickiest wizards ever." He pauses and points at the tall Kurama. "You sir, 11 inches, rose wood, silver demonic fox hair. Yes, that should work if I am correct in my assumption."

"Yes, I am a fox demon," but Kurama almost blurts out, 'Where the hell did you get Youko hair?' He has much better control than that though. He watches curiously as the old man pulls a slender box off the shelf. The brightly polished wand inside is quickly handed to Kurama who gives it a swish. The redhead isn't even startled when red and silver sparks fly out.

"Mr. Ollivander's teh best when it comes ter wands!" Hagrid says in encouragement.

"Yes, yes, it's a match. Now you two girls," Mr. Ollivander points at the young Koorime, "Describe yourselves."

"Sweet and innocent and complete pains in the ass when you finally make either one angry!" The dark-haired professor smacks the younger image of himself who spoke up instead of the girls.

"And we're kinda ice demons, if that helps." Mina says a little more politely.

"Ah, unicorn hair then, and ice... ice." The wand maker runs around tossing Hina and Mina wands until finally a pair emitted white sparks. "Yes, 12 inches, frozen fir for you," he points to Hina, "and nine inches, frozen fir for you," this time to Mina. "Ah, you too look similar, you're next."

"Hiroku's always a pain in the ass, they're fire demons, and Dad has a kick-ass black dragon." Hina offers after elbowing her brother in the stomach.

Her father growls at her, "Where the Mekai did you learn that foul language?"

"Internet." At Hiei's skeptical look, she adds, "Really, I've been reading anime fan fiction in English for practice."

The others have caught the wide-eyed look of Mr. Ollivander as he remembers a few wands that could work. "Only a few wands with black dragon heartstrings, all needed fire proof woods, tended to ignite. Redwood." He tosses a wand to the short professor and then motions to Hiroku when nothing happens. "Ah, good, red sparks, ten inches. Next Burning Tree wood." This wand casts purple sparks in Hiei's hand. "Ten inches. Next?"

The three Urameshi's take the longest since Yui could only come up with Puu and Yusuke's demon markings as hints. Eventually Keisuke ends up with a 13 inch pine and phoenix feather wand. Keita's is the same size with oak, and Yui's is only 11 and a quarter inches with willow. "Odd, those feathers all came from the same bird."

Everyone is happy to finally be done with the shopping, but as the group leaves Ollivanders, they pass by a Quidditch supply store where children ogle some weird brooms.

Hagrid snaps his fingers loudly before exclaiming, "Yer all old 'nuff ter get yer brooms if it's alright wit teh professors."

"You mean the ones that fly like Botan's oar?" Keisuke's eyes are bright as he starts begging Kurama for some Galleons.

"Fine, go get your brooms." Kurama relents under three pairs of female puppy eyes.

Hagrid says goodbye as he heads back to the pub, and the children drag a worn Kurama into the store. Noticing how Keita stares blankly at the others without moving, Hiei stays back to watch the boy. A Hogwarts letter is clenched in the boy's fist.

"First year students aren't allowed to have brooms, are they Kei-chan." The youkai says simply.

"Brooms are stupid anyways." Hiei struggles to remember what to do with sullen young boys. This isn't Hiroku, so he couldn't just hit him, and tell him to quit whining before finding something to cheer the boy up with, or could he?

Settling for a gentle bonk on the top of the short boy's head, Hiei says in a paternal tone he usually reserves for Hina and Muroku, "Kei-chan, there's bound to be something other than brooms in there; let's see if there's anything not stupid in there."

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He pretends to read a book on Quidditch strategies, but what Draco Malfoy is really doing is thinking; thinking about this summer, thinking about last summer, the differences between the two, his parents, and the Dark Lord. He was a Malfoy, with his good looks, the new hairstyle where his blonde hair is combed down boyishly and parted in the middle, his money, and pureblooded heritage, so why the hell was his summer going so badly? Why could his parents only agree upon his haircut being attractive and the cursed divorce? Why had his father changed so quickly? Why did his father try to dissuade Draco from joining the Dark Lord, even to the point of showing the sudden absence of the Dark Mark on his arm? Dammit, Lucius Malfoy even said that though most 'muggle born' wizards were second rate, some where quite worthy of the name wizard. The Malfoys always hated the mudbloods! And why the hell was he being so chummy with Dumbledore, they were practically sworn enemies?

Draco sighs heavily and closes the book. 'At least at school I can forget about it for a while, and I won't be reminded that Mother is staying at a cousin's mansion.' Then he looks up. Beyond his shelf stand three beautiful girls, all of whom are looking at broomsticks. His lips curl up into a smirk. They obviously didn't go to Hogwarts; he would have recognized the two with blue hair, who were probably sisters, and the third, a brunette, looked oriental. 'With my luck they're all mudbloods.' Draco thinks before putting on a charming but cold smile and approaching them with a saunter.

"So, what school do you ladies attend?" He asks with a smile that could have made Pansy Parkinson melt into putty.

The brunette, ever the flirtatious 14 year old, though Draco doesn't know that, answers happily, "We just got transferred to Hogwarts this year actually. My name is Yui Urameshi, and I'm going into the fourth year with my friend Mina Kuwabara, though we're both ready to take that O.W.L test."

With a muffled whisper from Yui about how the boy would be uninterested in girls so young, Hina is forced to introduce herself. "I'm her," she points to Mina while glaring at the other girl, "cousin Hina. I'll be in the sixth year."

Well, at least one is Draco's age, now for the important question. Still smiling though now mostly at Hina, he asks, "You aren't mudbloods, are you?"

"What's a mudblood again?" Mina blurts out as everyone sweat-drops. "What? I forgot!"

"Remember 'Hogwarts: a History'?" Yui tries to help.

Hina adds, "The people that that Slytherin guy hated so much. Voldemort too for that matter."

"Oh yeah, the wizards whose parents weren't magical at all. Don't suppose that really applies to us, does it?"

"How could it not apply?" Draco asks, just a little confused.

"Oh, we aren't really human. Well, my dad's human, but he's not really my dad, and Yui-chan is half-human." Mina tries to explain.

Draco nods, "So you're all like that veela student at Beauxbatons or that blockheaded freak Hagrid."

"Yeah, sure...." Yui lies, starting to dislike the blonde. "Also, there aren't really wizards in Japan. It's more like monks and psychics."

Hina laughs, "Your mom may be human, but she had to have something magical about her since she can slap Uncle Yusuke silly and not break her hand or wrist."

All three girls giggle, but Draco is worried. There aren't any purebloods in Japan then, but the brunette is some sort of filthy half-breed.

"Keisuke's convinced she got turned into a low-class youkai back when your dad kidnapped her when she was still in school."

"Yeah right. The conjuring blade couldn't still have an effect after the antidote was used." Hina speaks between giggles.

"Don't worry Yui-chan; you and your brothers are honorary full youkai, even if it is just because your dad's strong enough to beat anyone who insults you into a pulp." Mina smiles sweetly.

Draco does not like being ignored, after all, if they were really that good at magic they would have been sent to Hogwarts earlier. It is because of all this that the Slytherin boy makes a mistake in saying, "Great, just great. Three new babes, but two are bitches and the third is a mudblood, half-breed bitch."

Only Yui begins to cry at this, mainly because Mina holds them back and Hina is too offended to cry. "I'm telling my big brother to kick your ass!" The brunette runs off.

"I'm telling my cousin to fry you to a crisp!" Mina runs off as well.

"And I'm gonna beat you into a pulp myself." Hina reaches out to grab the poor boy. He sees other children running towards them, and right when he starts thinking 'shit,' he feels a strong hand on his shoulder.

"Draco. I leave you alone for five minutes and you're already in trouble." His father, with his blonde hair pulled back tightly, stands behind him.

"Father," the tall boy drawls, "It's not my fault; she started it."

He was not expecting his father to whap his head. "Don't lie to me boy. Now apologize so I can have your new broom mailed to you at school." Draco was supposed to carry it home so he can practice with it first!

By now there are quite a few people glaring at him, including two boys his age that are cracking their knuckles threateningly. The tall brown-haired one spoke with a growl, "Your little jerk insulted my little sister and made her cry."

The blue-haired Hina backs off so the scary guy can get a clear shot; however, he is interrupted by the arrival of two more adults. The shorter one, who bears a striking resemblance to one of the glaring boys, speaks to Lucius, "Seems we can't leave the brats alone for a moment."

"I'm fairly sure it was Draco's fault, Jaganshi. His mother coddles him." How does Lucius know him? A harsh nudge from his father reminds him to apologize.

Stumbling over the words, Draco sputters out to the three girls, "I'm sorry." At a glare from this Jaganshi person, the boys and Hina accept his apology and back off grudgingly.

"Have you made contact yet Malfoy?" the other man, one with straight red hair, asks Draco's father.

"Not yet, but I will soon." Are they Death Eaters? Is Lucius spying on Dumbledore for the Great Lord? Draco can only hope so.

"Good, let us explain the situation to him first. It should take less than a month."

With this, Lucius nods and turns away, about to lead Draco out of the store when the quiet boy he hasn't yet noticed spoke up.

"Excuse me," the little one says carefully, "Um, this is just a warning really, but if you don't help the person you hate most, if you can't make friends with him, you'll die by the end of this year."

Lucius and Draco turn to stare momentarily at the boy before the father drags his son out of the store by the arm. 'What the hell did that mean? Did the boy get a vision or something? Friends with Potter, yeah right.' Draco thinks after a moment.

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"We'll take the floo from the Leaky Cauldron." Draco is silent as his father announces this, lost in thought. "I want you to stay out of trouble this year." Draco barely hears him, but it serves to add more worry. "Draco, are you listening? Stay away from Potter and don't antagonize the transfer students."

"Yes Father," but what he wants to say is, 'Why? What's going on? What happened to you?' Draco instead asks, "How did you know them?" It seems innocent enough.

"They are your new teachers; as for how I know them, it's none of your business."

"But I'm your son!"

His father glares angrily down at him. "Yes, you are my son, now behave like it!" Lucius yells at him, his own son!

While Draco thinks angrily about his family's changes, Lucius is having similar thoughts, 'Why did I agree to this? I'm not acting like Malfoy enough; I have the pompousness and nobility, but the boy knows something's wrong.

"Come Draco, when we get home we can hone your Quidditch skills." Draco is confused by this.

"Really? How?" 'Leave me alone in the field with a loose snitch?' Crabbe and Goyle hadn't been allowed to visit him all summer.

"Maybe I'll just hit bludgers at you, and you can try to dodge them. Or we could race to see who catches the snitch first." But Draco's father never did anything with his son personally, except where a lot of people could see. It was all about appearances to him, but now? Draco doesn't know that the new Lucius would greatly enjoy smacking bludgers at his head. 'At least he was being....' Draco doesn't know how to finish that thought, but he knows it wasn't quite nice, but once he gets used to all the changes maybe thinks won't be so bad. 'Yeah right.' But until then, Draco is determined to find out all of his father's secrets, at least until school starts.

A/N: No special supposedly funny features for this one, but you may just as well entertain thoughts of what would have happened to Draco if the adults weren't there to stop the kids from attacking him. I'll have the next chapter up soon, just have to type it up, hopefully you enjoyed this one.