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" or "Harry Potter" 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 that I can't really afford either.

Well, I just (as in back when I started writing this chapter weeks ago) went through the first three Harry Potter books trying to find out if Ron and Hermione would actually be prefects in their sixth year, luckily I won't have to change that. I apologize for this chapter taking forever to come out, but I had an unfinished idea for another chapter in a different YYH story. Unfortunately, my school starts in a few weeks, and I won't have computer access for nearly two weeks starting the 16th. I also am slightly anal-retentive so I need a list of the class schedules for the first five years and the list of good classes for aurors that McGonagall told Harry, but I don't even have the fifth book. Anyone know a site that has Order of the Phoenix info like that? I just want it to be accurate and 'realistic' for the story. Well, this'll be the last chapter for a while what with school and that little lack of info. Thanks to all of my reviewers, now if you could just con others into reading and reviewing this, that'll be great. Oh, and don't forget to look at my other stories, especially the side story 'Origins of a Bastard.'

Chapter Eight

The Boring Beginning to the School Year

Students dressed in long black robes casually walk into the Great Hall, ignoring the floating candles and the magical sky displayed on the ceiling, just as Hiei ignores the children. Chatter fills the halls, and the other professors seem content to watch as the students sit down. A few moments later and the large doors open revealing a stern, aging witch and a line of short children, the first years. Behind the large group, Hiei can see his twins and their friends clearly as all but the Koorime are a head taller than the eleven-year-olds.

One by one, the frightened ningens walk up to a short stool in front of the Head Table to be sorted by a ragged and battered talking witch hat. Hiei is completely bored until the third to last first year is called.

"Urameshi, Keita." The stern woman, who Kurama identified earlier as Professor McGonagall, speaks quickly as the small boy puts the hat on. Still a little bored, Hiei opens his jagan to see into the boy's mind.

'Well now, you're a weird one.' Hiei can hear the Sorting Hat's voice as it speaks into the hanyou's mind.

'Hi, um, who are you?'

'I'm the hat. Not overly intelligent are you?'

The boy frowns as he thinks, 'I do all my homework, and it's not like I'm a brick like my father was.'

'But you'd rather goof off?'

'Yeah, but Okasan would be sad if I didn't try hard.'

'Yes, a very hard worker, but not to brave. You let the older children lead you around and take care of things.'

'I'm afraid.'

'Yes,' the hat agrees, 'you worry about your power, fearing maybe it is your fault that they died.'

'I just want to have friends.' Keita whines mentally.

'Ones that aren't afraid of you, or don't care you are a half-breed. There's only one place to find true friends like that,' a long rip at the base of the hat splits open so that the entire hall could hear its announcement, "Hufflepuff!"

Cheers erupt from a table of genuinely smiling faces, and the dark haired boy is greeted warmly as he sits down between two other first year boys. It almost reminds Hiei of how nervous his son had been when the twins were dropped off to live with their aunt Yukina, except Hiroku wasn't a pansy-assed wuss and he'd never admit to having been more than indifferent.

Two girls are sorted before the headmaster stands to introduce the five exchange students. "Now everyone, the Sorting Ceremony is not quite done." This causes a few whispers, "As some of you are well aware, this year we have five new transfer students all the way from Japan. They were raised as muggles though taught magic from their families and mentors, and as such may be a little confused or startled by our customs. So please be friendly and provide explanations to their questions, for next year you may find yourself in a similar situation, alone in a strange new world. If approved by the Ministry of Magic, a small group of students may be allowed a trip to see how magic is taught in Japan, but until such a measure is approved, think naught of it, and welcome your new students."

With the end of this speech, Keisuke takes it upon himself to lead the other brats into the Great Hall where they wait for McGonagall to call the first name. "Fourth year, Kuwabara, Mina."

The blue-green haired girl skips happily to the stool and plops the hat onto her head, after all, why should she be afraid if it hasn't hurt anyone else.

'Oh, you're Yukina's daughter! She was very happy in Hufflepuff.' The hat seems surprised by the girl's presence.

'Yup, she really liked everyone.' Mina thinks with a smile.

'So she married the one I sent to Gryffindor, hm, but you'd do better with that little boy, make him feel more comfortable.'

'Poor Kei-chan, he can't be on his own.' Mina ends the conversation as the hat yells out its decision.

"Hufflepuff." The tiny Koorime pats Keita's arm as she sits down next to a group of beckoning fourth years.

"Urameshi, Yui." The witch's voice rings out again, but as the young hanyou makes her way to the hat, Hiei hears a harsh whisper from the Slytherin table.

"Great, I bet they're all a bunch of Hufflepuff sheeps." Hiroku silences the brown-haired boy who said this with one of his more murderous glares.

(Note: I know the plural of sheep is not sheeps, but the guy wasn't mentioned to be that intelligent.)

Inside Yui's mind, the hat is already talking, '… so you could be in Gryffindor, but your mother had a bigger influence on you than your father. Intelligent, and you are always on your brothers' case to study; you helped both with English, and….'

'Just put me in Ravenclaw,' Yui cuts in with a hint of annoyance added to her thoughts, 'we need someone in every house, and I'm the best chance to get in here.'

'Well be that way,' slightly miffed, the hat announces her choice, "Ravenclaw."

As the young girl makes her way down to the next cheering table, McGonagall calls out, "Sixth year, Jaganshi, Hina." The other blue-green-haired girl sits on the stool as she places the hat on her head.

Hiei barely needs any of his jagan powers to read his child's mind. 'Does anyone know why they use Jaganshi? We're known as "of Alaric" usually, and it's not like Hiro-kun or I have a jagan, so why?'

'So the little demoness knows her father is listening, smart girl.' Hiei guards this stray thought from detection.

The hat practically shivers as it projected, 'Alaric, as in that nation of demons formed in the european counterpart of the other dimension?'

'Koenma realized that our enemy may have heard of it, no reason to start a panic.' Hiei interrupts with a little of his jagan's power, 'And didn't you learn that children in the Ningenkai take their father's family name. The idiots seem to think Jaganshi is mine, so it's logical.'

'Oh, yeah, that does make sense,' Hina turns her thoughts to the hat, 'So let's get on with it then!'

The hat finally starts its assessment. 'Intelligent but not studious, cunning but too… nice, powerful but not too eager to use it. Hm, you're loyal to your family, and you don't like to kill, but when you think it's necessary to fight, you can be ruthless and more vicious than your brother. That's only on rare occasions though, and you are courageous and brave normally, so…' and here it pauses to yell out, "Gryffindor!"

As she runs off to join Harry Potter and his friends, Hiroku appears on the seat with the hat held in his right hand.

"Mr. Jaganshi, your name has not yet been called." The witch is clearly annoyed.

"So? It's by alphabetical order, I'm next aren't I?" His answering arrogant grin clearly questions the professor's authority.

"I urge you to curb that rude behavior before you are sorted, boy. Jaganshi, Hiroku." She is almost snarling, a little more prodding and he could probably get her to foam at the mouth. Instead, the demonic brat gives her a smug smirk as he puts on the ragged hat.

'So, you wanna read my mind, hat?'

The hat appears to raise itself off of his head a little, 'Well, I think I've seen enough, family and friends aside, you're still, eh, scary.' It really does pull away from his head as it screams out "Slytherin!"

'Hey Dad, sure works better when you feed memories to it.' Hiroku projects behind him as he walks to the table. This brings to Hiei's mind an earlier conversation Hiei had with Koenma back in Japan.

ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

"We need a spy in Slytherin. Hiei, can you get Hiroku in?" The toddler's annoying high pitched voice whined in Japanese.

"I won't even have to try."

"Nani?"

"He knows that that is where I would have been sent, so he'll try for it all on his own. The fool boy's stuck thinking that the only way I'll be proud of him is if he is just like me; after all, he is still just a little child."

ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

Hiei returns to the present and answers his son with a glare, 'Don't do it again.'

'Do what?'

'Behave, and don't give me a reason to kick your ass for antagonizing your teachers. Oh, and watch your back in that pit of vipers over there.'

'Hn. I know.'

When the boy sits down to bug Malfoy's brat, Keisuke is left standing alone with a shy grin in front of the entire school.

"Urameshi, Keisuke."

The tall youth eagerly puts on the hat. 'So, I'm last, huh?' He thinks.

'Yes, hm, not too smart, but slightly better than a brick.'

'Hey! Take that back!' The hanyou argues.

The hat laughs, 'Quite guileless, loyal but pure of heart and brave enough to face those much stronger than you. Yes, you'll do best in….' Pausing to open the crack between rim and top, the hat speaks one last time, "Gryffindor!" The hanyou leaves to sit opposite Harry and Hina.

All of the students quiet down and face their elderly headmaster as McGonagall takes her seat at the head table. "Well, I have much to say, but after all that sorting, I'm sure it can wait until after supper. So, don't feel forced to try the Asian food if you don't want to, and if the chopsticks are too hard, use the trusty fork, and dig in!"

With that minor speech, foods of all sorts from sticky rice, miso and fox noodles to meat pastries, potatoes, and old fashioned chicken noodle soup appear out of nowhere on the tables. As Hiei grabs a large roasted bird leg (A/N: Think Turkey.) and a few slices of fresh melon, he contemplates his true mission.

ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

He stood in Koenma's office, the red haired fox at his side as the toddler prince opened his pacifier-shaped-mafuukan-filled mouth. "So, you've trained them in western magic and English, ne?" The Japanese flowed around the pacifier somehow. A silent pair of nods prompted the junior god to continue, "Good. Now for your real mission. In a few months, you will be at the school. Protect the boy, Harry Potter at all costs. Use him and the Slytherins to find Voldemort, and see to it that he defeats the evil wizard."

"Why can't we just kill him?" The two demons had asked the same question.

"One, only Harry can succeed at it. Two, you need to hold off the Death Eaters for him, they're all human, so you can't kill them personally, but kill any other demons you find."

A knock on the door interrupted Koenma momentarily, "Oh, and you will have help. Come in Black." The last was an English command, prompting a dark haired ghost to enter silently."This is Sirius Black and in days he will be in a position to gather intelligence on the Death Eaters and Voldemort. He will be known as Lucius Malfoy, so do not ever refer to him as Black ever again." The toddler motioned towards the image of a pompous blonde on his TV screen.

"A possession?" The fox asked.

"Not exactly."

ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

Hiei takes a vicious bite of meat from the leg bone as he recovers from his memory. 'Yes, all I need to do now is keep an eye on Potter and Hiroku. Good thing the kids don't know about this part, they'd expose themselves before the proper time. And I better think up a lesson plan soon.'

Hiei turns to the greasy black-haired teacher beside him. "You are Professor Snape, are you not?"

"Yes." The one word response is filled with loathing.

"I have a proposition for you."

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Elsewhere in the Great Hall, Harry is learning to use chopsticks. Iti his fifth try, but as he tries to pick up a slice of barbecue pork, the slender sticks slip from his grasp and clatter to the table. Keisuke and Hina take this opportunity to laugh at him and the red-haired Ron, who can't figure out how to even hold the damn things.

"No, no Ron-kun, like this." The young Koorime grasps the Weasley's hand to properly place the chopsticks. Only Harry and Keisuke catch the boy's blush.

"Um, ari gat oh."

"Arigato." She corrects with a soft smile.

"Oh, ah, arigato."

"Dou itasshaimash'te." She makes the boy blush again, "That means you're welcome."

Harry speaks up, still struggling with the piece of meat, "Wow Hermione, how did you get so good with those?" The bushy haired girl is happily slurping up miso in between bites of rice.

"Oh, it's easy, my parents and I love going to Chinese restaurants. I've never had raw fish though."

"Sushi's good with a little wasabi and ginger." Keisuke laughs heartily, "But for some reason, people are afraid to try it."

"We like wasabi." A soft baby's mumble comes from Hina's lap. "A'rcha grota 'fu, ne?"

(Translation note: only the 'ne' was a real language, 'Tasty raw meat for us, right?')

"Wha'? Hina, yer lap is talking." The Urameshi boy leans back to look at the pint-sized baby in her lap.

"Oh, hi Mu-chan." Hina gently picks up her little brother, and his chubby hands clutch the end of her robes. "Do you want some tasty sushi? Or maybe some of this meat pie?"

"Sushi an' milk pwease." Muroku greedily accepts the mouthfuls Hina gives him with slobbering bites. "M'rina home for food."

"Hina, why is there a baby here?" Hermione can't help but stare at the bottomless pit that is currently gulping down a glass of goat's milk with his sister's aid. A good portion of the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws closest to the area wonder the same thing.

"Oh, this is my little brother, Muroku. He's usually with Dad, but he must've wanted some attention."

Ignoring the demon baby's whisper of "I wike Ane," Ron and Hermione stare in disbelief as Harry speaks, "He carries around a baby?"

(Translation: I like big sister.)

"Yeah, it's a lasseiz-faire (A/N: My stupid dictionaries don't have how to spell this word, but hopefully you can at least recognize it.) way of drawing out the little guy's power, so he can get strong fast but still have Dad to look out for him and keep him fed. Hey Harry, you gonna eat that?"

The conversation moves to the topic of classes as everyone gradually gets used to the baby demon, though a few odd looks are sent his way every now and again. Elsewhere however, things are tense.

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

It is a fight of sorts at the Slytherin table, two students trying to force their wills upon one another in the form of a staring contest. Red eyes lit by the flames of the candles meet pale blue as Hiroku casually leans across the table. Picking up a whole roasted turkey, he starts tearing out huge chunks of flesh and meat with his fangs. On the other side, Draco gulps nervously but refuses to budge. He will never let some upstart, stupid youkai beast thing who isn't even a real wizard displace a Malfoy who has the purest blood in the school.

Hoping to create a distraction, the young wizard starts a conversation. "So, if your twin is in Gryffindor, how ever did you manage to get into Slytherin."

"Hn." Hiroku grunts before swallowing his last bite, "Easily. She's kinda nice and innocent, and I'm the evil one that shoulda been killed at birth."

"Then why weren't you?" Draco hopes he can do something to break the cursed boy's concentration. "Parent's too soft?"

"Naw, thought they could use me to kill people they don't like." With that he hefts a sizable bone to his mouth and crushes it in half with his powerful jaws before chewing on it like some carnivorous scavenger.

"That's barbaric!" Pansy simpers from Draco's left side.

"Thanks." A fang accentuates the demon's smirk causing a few people to shudder, but Draco keeps his eyes locked on his opponent's. "Do you know what I hate about school that appears to be exceptionally true of Hogwarts?"

"What?" Draco sneers, unconsciously looking like his father for a moment.

"The girls all talk way too much." This receives a snort from both the blond and Pansy. "That girl next to you, Pansy whatever, wouldn't shut up for ten whole minutes until you told her to, and she wasn't even saying anything meaningful either. And that Granger girl on the train wasn't much better; the whole time she was there she just went on and on." Without breaking eye contact, he moves a limp hand and starts flapping it around. His voice is pitched mockingly higher as he imitates, "Oh, you'll just love it at Hogwarts! You'll learn so much, won't it be fun! I know everything, so just ask me! Blah blah blah… Stay away from Malfoy; he's an ugly ferret! I'm the smartest girl in the whole world, I mean school! I'll help you study!"

Draco can't help it. Between Hiroku's dead-pan face, continued glare, and the mean jab at Potter's mudblood, he is forced to break eye contact and laugh. Not too much of course, he is a Malfoy after all, so he stops laughing before anyone else. "True, only a handful of girls don't, and only 'cause they get laughed or yelled at for it. So what do you call that thing you did?"

"Diplomacy. My mom taught me to find out what my opponents like or at least respect and then beat them into a pulp with it."

"Ha. I hate you, so what do you propose?" The confrontation wears down, and Draco returns to being grim except for the faint smirk to his lips.

"Good, I hate you too." Hiroku flashes a feral half grin. "I should rip out your heart for that incident with my sister, but since we have to play nice, a truce then. I won't question your authority, at least not in front of others."

Draco gets the hint, and offers, "I won't make fun of you in public."

"But I suppose we'll come up with creative insults for private use? I don't want any Slytherins causing trouble for any of the other transfer students beyond anything aimed in general at the Gryffindors."

"You'll have both, shorty. I want you to show proper disrespect to both Gryffindors, in general, and mudbloods, at least in public."

"Any other people you want me to disrespect?"

"No, I think that's it." Draco says with finality.

"Good, then a deal has been struck. All that's left is to shake hands, and once I get some parchment we can right down our agreement into a contract." Hiroku holds out his right hand, which Draco curtly shakes.

(A/N: Can anyone help me make that part not so corny and silly? It's way too weird. How do boys act when they vie for dominance peacefully?)

The two boys and their audience soon resume eating dinner. Breaking the considerably less terse silence, Draco speaks as he sweeps back an absent strand of blond hair, "So what is your mother anyways, a diplomat?" His thoughts however are on the annoyance his new hairstyle created; he hopes he had packed that gel.

"Sorta, she, ah, rules a prefecture in Japan." Hiroku replies silently adding, 'Note to self: tell others she rules prefecture.'

'Whatever that is.' Draco thinks as he makes a vaguely understanding noise.

"Ooh, dessert!" The young demon practically drools over the assortment of pies, pastries, candies, and "Icecream!"

bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb

Back at the head table, Hiei and Snape are deep in discussion over a deal of their own. "So let me get this straight, Professor," that last word is said in mild disgust by the one with incredibly greasy hair, "You want me to give up my scheduled time with the second years, so I can teach them potions when they should be in your class and Defense when they should be in mine. All of that is supposed to help you teach the sixth years?"

"You've always wanted to teach Defense, and it'll only be for a few weeks, no longer than two months at most." Hiei doesn't seem to care whether or not the professor agrees to his plan.

"If I find it… unfavorable… then you'll be on your own, immediately." Hiei wonders if that is supposed to be a threat before following up with a silent questioning of whether or not the teacher bathed regularly.

"Likewise. Who knows, I may just change my mind." He adds mentally with a muted growl, 'change my mind, blow up the castle, kill the toddler for making me baby-sit ningens that think they're powerful just because they can wave a stick around. Oh, he doesn't smell like he never washes, maybe a potion went wrong and ruined his hair?'

ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Shortly after dessert, the entire hall is silent as Dumbledore stands up for his customary 'beginning of the year' speech. Adjusting his half-moon spectacles, he begins, "I have a just a few start-of-term notices to make this year. As always the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students including transfers, first years, and those who should know better by now. Filch has a new and improved list of forbidden items, and with the start of George and Fred Weasley's joke shop, it is now up to a thousand items. Just assume anything from them should not be used. Also, no magic is allowed in the halls, and Quidditch trials are scheduled for the second week of term, contact Madam Hooch if you are interested. Please help out the first years and transfers, you were all once as lost as they will soon be, and show respect to your new professors. Professor Minamino is filling in this year for Professor Sprout who is studying some new plants in the Americas, and Professor Jaganshi is teaching this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts classes."

Surprisingly, Hiei stands up and cleares his throat, scaring those who remember last year. "If I may, Headmaster?" After a quick nod, the demon continues, "I'm only explaining this once, so I don't have to repeat myself a hundred times. I don't have a family name like normal people; Jaganshi is an honorable title that I earned. As such, you will address me as Professor or Jaganshi but not both! If you feel you must, call me Professor Hiei. Now before you lot get confused, my children do not share my title, it is merely a name in their cases, remember the difference and I won't have to take away house points later."

Hiei sits back down abruptly. Dumbledore, smiling as always, takes this chance to dismiss the students to their dorms.

"What is that… thing?" Snape stares pointedly at something underneath the fire youkai's chair. Hiei reaches down with his bandaged right hand. Gently patting what he knows are soft reddish locks, he calms the 'thing' before grabbing a fold of fabric at the base of its neck and lifting it up.

"Muu?" Muroku grunts softly, his innocent face staring wide eyed at the hook-nosed human in front of him.

"Another of your children, I presume?" A few more barely intelligent grunts answer the potions teacher. Hiei can hardly understand any of it except, 'Was that the curse I thought it was?'

Snape's eyes widen in shock as Hiei whaps the child's head with a bandaged fist. "What the?"

"Oh, don't worry." The smiling Shuuichi-Kurama, as Hiei thinks of this side of the fox, comes to the fire demon's aide. "He's used to it, and he's got to learn not to say such bad things about your mother."

"Muroku, make an effort to speak English, or I will be forced to ignore you." Even though this is said with Hiei's soft and sweet voice, it is a stern command that makes the baby's face change into a pout.

"Sowee, Papa-san." Other than the honorific and the slight garble of it all, the words are English, so Hiei gives his child a quick smile. Standing with his son in his arms, the fire demon follows the quickly departing Snape and the other professors out of the hall.

The old man, Dumbledore, turns to face Snape with a pointed glance at the new professors. "Severus, would you mind showing Hiei and Kurama to their rooms." The hook-nosed man nods and motions for the demons to follow him when the other teachers part ways.

"So, you fancy yourself a Jagan Master?" Snape's sudden oily question catches Hiei off-guard for only a moment, in which only the slight widening off his three eyes make the surprise visible.

"And you fancy yourself a master of Occlumency." Hiei's knowledge of Hogwarts and each of its professors comes in handy for the retort.

"Occlumency and the jagan eye are similar, but Occlumency does not require the same, highly visible, proof. Our own fortune-telling Professor Trelawny claims to have the third eye, but it's only a metaphor."

"She's an idiot."

"And what makes you any different? Do you really have one? You can't because there is only one last person capable of implanting it and there hasn't been a spare jagan for decades."

"That wouldn't be true if Kurama hadn't killed that surgeon." This receives a snort from the fox demon.

"So you claim to have the last one, then?" This comes out as a sneer from the disbelieving ningen.

"The last for now at least; I got it back when I was very young, still in my teens."

Kurama wonders if that is true, especially since his friend hadn't had the jagan that long when they first met, which would mean that, 'Hiei can't be much older than 40, assuming he really was 19 or younger when we first met, way back when I was dating Maya. He can't be that young!'

"Show me proof, Professor."

"Hn. Don't give me orders, but since there aren't any kids around to stare…." Hiei leaves the words hanging in the air as he slowly pushes his warded bandana up. Slowly, the eye opens a little, just enough to leave Snape in shock at the purple gaze.

"It's real, but the color is wrong. Violet means it's, it's, it's the evil eye, only found in the mythical demon lands."

"Hn. Kurama, guess that's why I tried to take over the world when we were younger."

"I never would have come up with that on my own." Sarcasm drips from his feminine voice.

The greasy-haired professor only says one more thing more before showing the others to their rooms. "It's a good thing you killed that surgeon."