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Harry's sixth year passed extremely fast. Voldemort had been lying low, and Harry finally had a year of rest without worrying about getting attacked. When Dumbledore had suggested taking up Occlumency(AN: did I spell that right?) again, Harry had declined, saying he was good enough. Of course, Snape thought he was just being arrogant again, and insisted on testing him. The whiplash from the speed and strength of Harry's shield was enough to propel him into the wall. They decided he was fine.
That summer, Harry spent at Twelve Grimwald Place along with Hermione. The "Golden-Trio" was now allowed to sit in on Order meetings and was surprised to find that Draco Malfoy had been also allowed to join. Of course, Ron and the Weasleys still detested him and Hermione just barely tolerated him, but Draco and Harry hit it off right away. Much of their time was spent with each other, flying, talking, or just sitting in compatible silence. At first, Harry had been quiet; a place filled with memories of Sirius was kind of hard to bear, but he seemed to realize something no one else did, and brightened up. Kreacher, for some reason, had changed his whole demeanor. He was particularly polite and respectful to Harry, and followed his commands without a second thought. It was like another Dobby, but much less.bouncy.
One day, in the middle of summer, Harry received a letter. It was strange, because owl didn't deliver it, and no Muggle could see the house. It was a plain white envelope left on the kitchen table inscribed with a single word in a strangely elegant, looping font: 'Kurama.' When the Order members had discovered it, they had no idea who it was for, but were quite sure it was from the Deatheaters, or even worse, Voldemort. They were ready to open it, when Harry had come into the kitchen. He looked at the adults who looked ready to curse an innocent looking envelope, leaking a bit of energy, before he actually focused on it. His eyes glanced over the name written on it, before doing a double take. His eyes widened, and his face brightened, before narrowing in suspicion. To the Order's confusion, Harry looked like he was concentrating for a second, before his whole face cleared up in relief and he involuntarily smiled and yelped in glee. He grabbed the envelope, disregarding the Order members to be careful, and dashed out the back door, the adults staring out after him, bewildered.
When he reached the tall tree in the center of the garden, which to tell the truth, never looked better, he hastily climbed it, slipping once or twice. Harry grimaced once he reached a branch of good height and thickness; he hated pretending to be clumsy when in reality, he was quite the opposite. It was so irritating to have to actually climb a tree when he could just leap from branch to branch, or better yet, have the tree lift him up. Kurama sighed, the things one does to keep up a façade, then reached inside himself and let loose a small amount of youki to make the branch more comfortable. He looked at the envelope with Youko's looping handwriting on it. If the Order members had tried to do anything, it would have disintegrated, after all, it was youki that created the envelope. Making something was messy, and neither Youko nor Kurama liked doing it; it was hard to seal off all the youki that was put into it.
Kurama grinned. Youko loved shocking people. Especially people who didn't know of his existence. Even more so people who didn't know Kurama is Kurama. Many's the time when he would create a random note and leave it on his desk at school, just to see the reaction of Kurama's classmates when Minamiono Shuuichi didn't toss, politely of course, the note into his backpack like all the other love letters he gets, but places it into a folder. This time, however, it was a choice of creating an envelope or leaving it out in the open. The latter was far more dangerous. No matter how much Youko loved to astonish people, he knew the danger of leaving an envelope. Perhaps it was time he and Youko had a talk about putting names other than his own onto the envelopes. Thank goodness people at school don't bother to look at the name.
Kurama sighed and leaned against the trunk, the tree accordingly shifted to accommodate him. He knew he would have to answer questions later: "Harry! Are you ok?" "Potter! Who was the letter from?" "Harry! Was it from You- know-Who? His Deatheaters?" and most dangerous of all, "Harry Potter! Who is 'Kurama' and what is your relation to him?" He rubbed his temples. He had to intertwine a network of lies that was simple enough for Dumbledore or Snape to believe. It was easier lying to Shiori. Great. Now he was getting a headache. Kurama reached into his hair and pulled out a small seed before popping it into his mouth and swallowing it. Ah. Much better.
He unfolded the paper inside. It had a list of the times the guard would change and when the wards are weak before the daily fortifying. Ha. King Enma can't even use long-term strong wards on his high-level vaults. This would be a piece of cake, particularly since he already knew his way around. Youko certainly was thorough in his research. Being able to astral project him at certain times of day was convenient, especially when he could touch, but couldn't be detected, could get him the information he needed, and can't destroy anything. Too bad he couldn't really remember much of anything that happened while he was out at Youko.otherwise, he could just memorize all the information he needs. At least, Youko can transmit most of his memories of what he did. It will have to do.
"HARRY! Breakfast time!" Rona yelled loudly, looking up into the dense foliage that covered his friend from view. His eyes widened. "Wow! Since when were you so good at tree climbing? You're so far up! Aren't you afraid you'll fall?"
Kurama winced as his sensitive ears got assaulted by Ron's yelling. Quickly, his youki was almost completely suppressed, leaving only his magical power. The youki emitted was not enough to show he was part demon; if he was in even Shuuichi's form; his senses were still distinctly more sensitive. A Harry, he was basically human, unless he wanted to use some power, like he just had.
"YO MATE! You listening to me? BREAKFAST TIME!" Ron bellowed.
Harry smirked. His ears felt much better. Now, his senses were only slightly more perceptive than a normal human's. About level with Remus', if not slightly betterHe won't be in pain from all the noise at the Headquarters. "I'm coming Ron," Harry called down. He slipped down the tree in a forced inelegance. He grimaced again in his mind. He couldn't wait to run and move as Youko at night. He smiled. Tonight's the full moon. He shall join Remus as a silver fox. Wait. His forehead creased in a frown. Remus had seen the tapestry. He would make the connection. Damn. Oh well. That meant he could leave today.
"Harry? Mate? You ok? You look troubled. Its not-its not your scar is it?" Ron asked worriedly, peering into Harry's face. Harry started. Ron drew back, surprised. Nothing seemed to startle Harry since he came back. Not much, at least. He also rarely ever seemed to be scared, or angry. Not even when Ron insulted Draco, called him a Junior Deatheater, and when Ron had accused both of them as spies for the Dark Lord. Harry's eyes flashed hurt and anger, before the normal calm settled over it again. He had stopped Malfoy from attacking him and had softly told Ron that neither of them worked for Voldemort. He had talked to both of them in a calm, soothing manner until they either calmed down, or quit arguing and settled for glaring at each other.
It was kind of strange. He had almost become different. His scores were going up and he almost never studied. When they had covered demons in DADA, and youkai in COMC, he seemed to know an extraordinary amount. Added to that, the youkai, whom Hagrid said takes many wizards to control and not to mess with seemed to treat Harry with a sort of reverence. Then, he would turn to Ron with a familiar glint in his eyes, and it would seem like the old Harry was back as they argued good-naturedly over which Quidditch position was better, Seeker or Keeper.
"Ron."Harry shook him out of his thoughts. "I'm fine, I was just thinking. And in regard to your earlier questions, I've always been good with trees," /and other plants, and I just don't always have to *climb*/ Harry added silently. Ron looked at him curiously. "Also, I am in no danger of falling. Even if I did," Harry smiled confidently, "I wouldn't get hurt. At all."
"Hmph. Someone's cocky today," Malfoy appeared in the doorway. "Just how do you know you won't get hurt?" He added skeptically.
"They wouldn't let me," Harry said flippantly, letting them draw their own conclusions.
"Hey, Mister Savior-of-theWizarding-World, the adults aren't at your beck and call, you know," the spite taken out of his words by the amused quirk to his lips.
"I wasn't talking about the adults," Harry said quietly, a soft smile on his lips. "Not even close."
It was said so softly that Weasley didn't hear, but Draco did. He furrowed his brow. Who was Harry talking about?
As the three boys walked into the kitchen, Harry was assaulted by the barrage of questions he had expected. Harry sighed in self-suffering, and started answering. His web of lies and half-truths were well woven, and not even Dumbledore seemed to notice anything was amiss. Then he dropped the bombshell.
"I have to go somwhere," Harry stated. He was met with gasps. Silence, then. . .chaos. "I have go," Harry repeated, "It is of utmost importance. NO one will be coming with me. There will be no tracking spells sent. . .here, he trailed off thoughtfully. "Actually, tracking spells don't matter. You won't be able to find me anyways. Umm. . .oh yes, I do not know how long I will be gone. I will be fine." He looked around at the protests that emerged. "NO one will come, "he said again, before smiling innocently, all traces of his previous seriousness gone. "Breakfast time?"
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That night, Harry slipped out of bed. He knew that the Order members had placed wards all over the front door and his bedroom door, as well as his window. He lifted a hand over the latch to test it. Harry winced. Ouch. These were strong wards, most likely set by Dumbledore himself to prevent escape. Kurama grinned. Too bad for them, they were dealing with the infamous Youko Kurama. He shifted into Shuuichi's body, Harry's slight form filling out a bit, and hair turning blood-red. Ahh. . .better. The youki flowing through him was much stronger than in Harry's, that body was much too small for his taste, and he had to smother all traces of youki so people wouldn't get suspicious. Still, the creatures at COMC seemed to know who he was and the plants still listened to him, just not as well as with Shuuichi's body. Well, of course, Shuuichi's body had been much more compatible and he had created it, unlike Harry.
Kurama shook his head to clear it of thoughts. Ok. Time to get to work. He quickly dispelled the wards on his door, and slinked outside. No one noticed. He frowned slightly. The Headquarters was swarming with agents, more than usual, because of his declaration of leaving, no doubt. He smiled. It was a nice challenge, maybe he should use Harry's body.it would blend in better, and the Order was seriously lacking in shadows. He shifted, and frowned as his senses dulled again. Right, now, no one will notice, so.Kurama released some youki, and felt his senses perk up again until they were about Shuuichi's normal level. He rolled his eyes. Harry's body just was too weak.
He slipped into the shadows, and to the door easily. He heard Tonks talking to Moody down the hallway. He frowned. If they come down here, it may create some problems. There aren't any places to hide here. He reached into his hair and pulled out a small seed. Crushing it between his fingers, he let the powder drift down the hallway, creating an illusion of no one there. Even Moody and his magical eye won't be able to see through that. Kurama smirked. Being a thousand-year thief, sure had its up points, especially when it comes to cloaking. He undid the wards, and slipped out the door. Once outside, he let himself flow into his fox form, and let out a joyous yelp. It had been so long. He glanced up at the full moon, and sighed. Poor Remus. Oh well, he had a job to do.
Kurama quickly ran to the closest portal. He was following his nose, many, many, many times stronger than a normal fox. The scent of so much reiki can only be Rekai. He leaped through, smoothly changing into Youko Kurama as he went, and disappeared into the many shadows of the palace. This is going to be a piece of cake.
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The next morning, the normal early riser Harry didn't come down for breakfast. The Order sent Draco up to get him. A few minutes later, he came tearing down the stairs yelling. "He's GONE! GONE! NOT THERE! HOW DID HE GET PAST THE WARDS?"
Total pandemonium broke out. All the adults were questioning each other, asking what they had seen, noticed. The younger members were staring around at the fighting teachers and parents, as well as talking worriedly among themselves about the missing Harry. Draco sighed. He had a headache. How was it possible that Harry got out? The wards on his door as well as the front door were created by Dumbledore himself. He looked out the window and blinked. And blinked again. There was a fox outside, looking at the house from the bushes. A silver fox! Draco rubbed his eyes and looked outside again. It was gone. He turned back to the chaos inside, which had turned to questioning on how Harry got out. They started blaming each other and accusing each other of carelessness and wondering just how strong the wards were.
Snape finally muttered, "How I wish I could feed you all to a Death Tree. Just to shut you up, if not to watch you all burn to death."
A laugh rang through the room. "Snape, even if you ever manage to find a Death Tree, it won't listen to you. By the time it grows up, you would probably be burned to death by trying to grow it anyways. Don't bother. Besides, it feeds on demons, or fertile ground that has had demon blood spilled upon it not too long ago; you don't have either." Harry paused, before adding. "Or magic saturated soil, I suppose. You would need plenty to keep it alive. And you know, none of you were careless. And the wards were pretty strong. Headquarters was pretty well guarded. I'm just much better than any of you think."
Total silence. All of them turned to stare at the boy leaning against the doorjamb looking at them all, amused smile on his lips, eyes shining. Jaws dropped and eyes widened. Harry's eyes became worried, and he turned to face Draco. "You don't think I killed any of them, do you?" Draco shook his head, eyes still staring at the boy in front of him.
"H-how," Mrs. Weasly took a deep breath, "How did you get out? The wards were especially designed to keep you in!" Eyes turned to Harry for an answer.
"It's a se-cr-et." He said, smirking lightly as he punctuated his words with a slight shake of his finger. That seemed to break the ice. Everyone rushed forward, asking questions about where he had bee, what he had gone to do, how he got out, and other relative things. He smiled and refused to answer most of them, but Draco noticed he slipped something wrapped in brown paper into his pocket. He smirked, he would find out what that was.
Snape narrowed his eyes as he thought about what the boy had said. Then realized just /what/ he had said. "Potter!" He snapped out, "Just how do you know about the Death Tree? It's a myth! How do you know about its growth, and traits? Its only known to a few Potions Masters around the world! It's acid is a mythical ingredient used to strengthen disintegration potions . . . of us who know, its one the most highly guarded secrets! I've only seen one place where it was mentioned- a book written by one of the deceased Masters."
"Proffesor? Couldn't Harry have read it?" Hermione asked timidly.
Snape snorted. "Hardly, Ms. Granger. There is only one copy in existence- and its in the /Dark Lord's/ library!"
Harry had been paling dramatically as the exchange went on. "You mean.you didn't know about it? Oh. . .dear. . .shit. . . Ok. . .forget I said anything. It exists though. Potions huh?" He said thoughtfully before he turned to Dumbledore, "Sir? No offense, but I can think of a way to make the wards better." The two of them discussed the wards, and Dumbledore left to make some changes. Everyone stared out after him, then at the boy who could escape wards created by the strongest wizard in existence.
Harry looked at them, before his eyes landed on Snape's. He smiled mischievously and ran outside, yelling out behind him, "I'll be right back!" About five minutes later, he skidded back in, looking a bit tired, holding a vial. He lifted it up, swirling the pale amber liquid in it. "Ok, Snape. Here." He handed the vial to him. He caught the questioning look, and smirked. "Be careful, that vial is really heavily warded. Inside, is the acid from the Death Tree. Have fun with it. I'm not getting you anymore, so don't bother asking." He lifted up a hand to stop the questions, "-and, I'm not telling ANY of you how or where I got it. Quidditch, anyone?"
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okies! Done with this chappie! Itz a lot longer than any of my other ones^^. To clear up any confusion, yes, Kurama and Harry are the same person. I will use the names interchangeably. Harry will show up most of the time as when he's with other people, and Kurama when he's Kurama. I'll explain the whole deal abt why Kurama is still Shuuichi and why he's Harry and all dat nxt time. The Death Tree is the plant that Youko grew during the Dark Tournament. It drips acid from its mouth that is highly corrosive and takes a bit out of Kurama. Ummmm..yea.don't think I missed anything. REVIEW ppls!!
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Harry's sixth year passed extremely fast. Voldemort had been lying low, and Harry finally had a year of rest without worrying about getting attacked. When Dumbledore had suggested taking up Occlumency(AN: did I spell that right?) again, Harry had declined, saying he was good enough. Of course, Snape thought he was just being arrogant again, and insisted on testing him. The whiplash from the speed and strength of Harry's shield was enough to propel him into the wall. They decided he was fine.
That summer, Harry spent at Twelve Grimwald Place along with Hermione. The "Golden-Trio" was now allowed to sit in on Order meetings and was surprised to find that Draco Malfoy had been also allowed to join. Of course, Ron and the Weasleys still detested him and Hermione just barely tolerated him, but Draco and Harry hit it off right away. Much of their time was spent with each other, flying, talking, or just sitting in compatible silence. At first, Harry had been quiet; a place filled with memories of Sirius was kind of hard to bear, but he seemed to realize something no one else did, and brightened up. Kreacher, for some reason, had changed his whole demeanor. He was particularly polite and respectful to Harry, and followed his commands without a second thought. It was like another Dobby, but much less.bouncy.
One day, in the middle of summer, Harry received a letter. It was strange, because owl didn't deliver it, and no Muggle could see the house. It was a plain white envelope left on the kitchen table inscribed with a single word in a strangely elegant, looping font: 'Kurama.' When the Order members had discovered it, they had no idea who it was for, but were quite sure it was from the Deatheaters, or even worse, Voldemort. They were ready to open it, when Harry had come into the kitchen. He looked at the adults who looked ready to curse an innocent looking envelope, leaking a bit of energy, before he actually focused on it. His eyes glanced over the name written on it, before doing a double take. His eyes widened, and his face brightened, before narrowing in suspicion. To the Order's confusion, Harry looked like he was concentrating for a second, before his whole face cleared up in relief and he involuntarily smiled and yelped in glee. He grabbed the envelope, disregarding the Order members to be careful, and dashed out the back door, the adults staring out after him, bewildered.
When he reached the tall tree in the center of the garden, which to tell the truth, never looked better, he hastily climbed it, slipping once or twice. Harry grimaced once he reached a branch of good height and thickness; he hated pretending to be clumsy when in reality, he was quite the opposite. It was so irritating to have to actually climb a tree when he could just leap from branch to branch, or better yet, have the tree lift him up. Kurama sighed, the things one does to keep up a façade, then reached inside himself and let loose a small amount of youki to make the branch more comfortable. He looked at the envelope with Youko's looping handwriting on it. If the Order members had tried to do anything, it would have disintegrated, after all, it was youki that created the envelope. Making something was messy, and neither Youko nor Kurama liked doing it; it was hard to seal off all the youki that was put into it.
Kurama grinned. Youko loved shocking people. Especially people who didn't know of his existence. Even more so people who didn't know Kurama is Kurama. Many's the time when he would create a random note and leave it on his desk at school, just to see the reaction of Kurama's classmates when Minamiono Shuuichi didn't toss, politely of course, the note into his backpack like all the other love letters he gets, but places it into a folder. This time, however, it was a choice of creating an envelope or leaving it out in the open. The latter was far more dangerous. No matter how much Youko loved to astonish people, he knew the danger of leaving an envelope. Perhaps it was time he and Youko had a talk about putting names other than his own onto the envelopes. Thank goodness people at school don't bother to look at the name.
Kurama sighed and leaned against the trunk, the tree accordingly shifted to accommodate him. He knew he would have to answer questions later: "Harry! Are you ok?" "Potter! Who was the letter from?" "Harry! Was it from You- know-Who? His Deatheaters?" and most dangerous of all, "Harry Potter! Who is 'Kurama' and what is your relation to him?" He rubbed his temples. He had to intertwine a network of lies that was simple enough for Dumbledore or Snape to believe. It was easier lying to Shiori. Great. Now he was getting a headache. Kurama reached into his hair and pulled out a small seed before popping it into his mouth and swallowing it. Ah. Much better.
He unfolded the paper inside. It had a list of the times the guard would change and when the wards are weak before the daily fortifying. Ha. King Enma can't even use long-term strong wards on his high-level vaults. This would be a piece of cake, particularly since he already knew his way around. Youko certainly was thorough in his research. Being able to astral project him at certain times of day was convenient, especially when he could touch, but couldn't be detected, could get him the information he needed, and can't destroy anything. Too bad he couldn't really remember much of anything that happened while he was out at Youko.otherwise, he could just memorize all the information he needs. At least, Youko can transmit most of his memories of what he did. It will have to do.
"HARRY! Breakfast time!" Rona yelled loudly, looking up into the dense foliage that covered his friend from view. His eyes widened. "Wow! Since when were you so good at tree climbing? You're so far up! Aren't you afraid you'll fall?"
Kurama winced as his sensitive ears got assaulted by Ron's yelling. Quickly, his youki was almost completely suppressed, leaving only his magical power. The youki emitted was not enough to show he was part demon; if he was in even Shuuichi's form; his senses were still distinctly more sensitive. A Harry, he was basically human, unless he wanted to use some power, like he just had.
"YO MATE! You listening to me? BREAKFAST TIME!" Ron bellowed.
Harry smirked. His ears felt much better. Now, his senses were only slightly more perceptive than a normal human's. About level with Remus', if not slightly betterHe won't be in pain from all the noise at the Headquarters. "I'm coming Ron," Harry called down. He slipped down the tree in a forced inelegance. He grimaced again in his mind. He couldn't wait to run and move as Youko at night. He smiled. Tonight's the full moon. He shall join Remus as a silver fox. Wait. His forehead creased in a frown. Remus had seen the tapestry. He would make the connection. Damn. Oh well. That meant he could leave today.
"Harry? Mate? You ok? You look troubled. Its not-its not your scar is it?" Ron asked worriedly, peering into Harry's face. Harry started. Ron drew back, surprised. Nothing seemed to startle Harry since he came back. Not much, at least. He also rarely ever seemed to be scared, or angry. Not even when Ron insulted Draco, called him a Junior Deatheater, and when Ron had accused both of them as spies for the Dark Lord. Harry's eyes flashed hurt and anger, before the normal calm settled over it again. He had stopped Malfoy from attacking him and had softly told Ron that neither of them worked for Voldemort. He had talked to both of them in a calm, soothing manner until they either calmed down, or quit arguing and settled for glaring at each other.
It was kind of strange. He had almost become different. His scores were going up and he almost never studied. When they had covered demons in DADA, and youkai in COMC, he seemed to know an extraordinary amount. Added to that, the youkai, whom Hagrid said takes many wizards to control and not to mess with seemed to treat Harry with a sort of reverence. Then, he would turn to Ron with a familiar glint in his eyes, and it would seem like the old Harry was back as they argued good-naturedly over which Quidditch position was better, Seeker or Keeper.
"Ron."Harry shook him out of his thoughts. "I'm fine, I was just thinking. And in regard to your earlier questions, I've always been good with trees," /and other plants, and I just don't always have to *climb*/ Harry added silently. Ron looked at him curiously. "Also, I am in no danger of falling. Even if I did," Harry smiled confidently, "I wouldn't get hurt. At all."
"Hmph. Someone's cocky today," Malfoy appeared in the doorway. "Just how do you know you won't get hurt?" He added skeptically.
"They wouldn't let me," Harry said flippantly, letting them draw their own conclusions.
"Hey, Mister Savior-of-theWizarding-World, the adults aren't at your beck and call, you know," the spite taken out of his words by the amused quirk to his lips.
"I wasn't talking about the adults," Harry said quietly, a soft smile on his lips. "Not even close."
It was said so softly that Weasley didn't hear, but Draco did. He furrowed his brow. Who was Harry talking about?
As the three boys walked into the kitchen, Harry was assaulted by the barrage of questions he had expected. Harry sighed in self-suffering, and started answering. His web of lies and half-truths were well woven, and not even Dumbledore seemed to notice anything was amiss. Then he dropped the bombshell.
"I have to go somwhere," Harry stated. He was met with gasps. Silence, then. . .chaos. "I have go," Harry repeated, "It is of utmost importance. NO one will be coming with me. There will be no tracking spells sent. . .here, he trailed off thoughtfully. "Actually, tracking spells don't matter. You won't be able to find me anyways. Umm. . .oh yes, I do not know how long I will be gone. I will be fine." He looked around at the protests that emerged. "NO one will come, "he said again, before smiling innocently, all traces of his previous seriousness gone. "Breakfast time?"
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That night, Harry slipped out of bed. He knew that the Order members had placed wards all over the front door and his bedroom door, as well as his window. He lifted a hand over the latch to test it. Harry winced. Ouch. These were strong wards, most likely set by Dumbledore himself to prevent escape. Kurama grinned. Too bad for them, they were dealing with the infamous Youko Kurama. He shifted into Shuuichi's body, Harry's slight form filling out a bit, and hair turning blood-red. Ahh. . .better. The youki flowing through him was much stronger than in Harry's, that body was much too small for his taste, and he had to smother all traces of youki so people wouldn't get suspicious. Still, the creatures at COMC seemed to know who he was and the plants still listened to him, just not as well as with Shuuichi's body. Well, of course, Shuuichi's body had been much more compatible and he had created it, unlike Harry.
Kurama shook his head to clear it of thoughts. Ok. Time to get to work. He quickly dispelled the wards on his door, and slinked outside. No one noticed. He frowned slightly. The Headquarters was swarming with agents, more than usual, because of his declaration of leaving, no doubt. He smiled. It was a nice challenge, maybe he should use Harry's body.it would blend in better, and the Order was seriously lacking in shadows. He shifted, and frowned as his senses dulled again. Right, now, no one will notice, so.Kurama released some youki, and felt his senses perk up again until they were about Shuuichi's normal level. He rolled his eyes. Harry's body just was too weak.
He slipped into the shadows, and to the door easily. He heard Tonks talking to Moody down the hallway. He frowned. If they come down here, it may create some problems. There aren't any places to hide here. He reached into his hair and pulled out a small seed. Crushing it between his fingers, he let the powder drift down the hallway, creating an illusion of no one there. Even Moody and his magical eye won't be able to see through that. Kurama smirked. Being a thousand-year thief, sure had its up points, especially when it comes to cloaking. He undid the wards, and slipped out the door. Once outside, he let himself flow into his fox form, and let out a joyous yelp. It had been so long. He glanced up at the full moon, and sighed. Poor Remus. Oh well, he had a job to do.
Kurama quickly ran to the closest portal. He was following his nose, many, many, many times stronger than a normal fox. The scent of so much reiki can only be Rekai. He leaped through, smoothly changing into Youko Kurama as he went, and disappeared into the many shadows of the palace. This is going to be a piece of cake.
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The next morning, the normal early riser Harry didn't come down for breakfast. The Order sent Draco up to get him. A few minutes later, he came tearing down the stairs yelling. "He's GONE! GONE! NOT THERE! HOW DID HE GET PAST THE WARDS?"
Total pandemonium broke out. All the adults were questioning each other, asking what they had seen, noticed. The younger members were staring around at the fighting teachers and parents, as well as talking worriedly among themselves about the missing Harry. Draco sighed. He had a headache. How was it possible that Harry got out? The wards on his door as well as the front door were created by Dumbledore himself. He looked out the window and blinked. And blinked again. There was a fox outside, looking at the house from the bushes. A silver fox! Draco rubbed his eyes and looked outside again. It was gone. He turned back to the chaos inside, which had turned to questioning on how Harry got out. They started blaming each other and accusing each other of carelessness and wondering just how strong the wards were.
Snape finally muttered, "How I wish I could feed you all to a Death Tree. Just to shut you up, if not to watch you all burn to death."
A laugh rang through the room. "Snape, even if you ever manage to find a Death Tree, it won't listen to you. By the time it grows up, you would probably be burned to death by trying to grow it anyways. Don't bother. Besides, it feeds on demons, or fertile ground that has had demon blood spilled upon it not too long ago; you don't have either." Harry paused, before adding. "Or magic saturated soil, I suppose. You would need plenty to keep it alive. And you know, none of you were careless. And the wards were pretty strong. Headquarters was pretty well guarded. I'm just much better than any of you think."
Total silence. All of them turned to stare at the boy leaning against the doorjamb looking at them all, amused smile on his lips, eyes shining. Jaws dropped and eyes widened. Harry's eyes became worried, and he turned to face Draco. "You don't think I killed any of them, do you?" Draco shook his head, eyes still staring at the boy in front of him.
"H-how," Mrs. Weasly took a deep breath, "How did you get out? The wards were especially designed to keep you in!" Eyes turned to Harry for an answer.
"It's a se-cr-et." He said, smirking lightly as he punctuated his words with a slight shake of his finger. That seemed to break the ice. Everyone rushed forward, asking questions about where he had bee, what he had gone to do, how he got out, and other relative things. He smiled and refused to answer most of them, but Draco noticed he slipped something wrapped in brown paper into his pocket. He smirked, he would find out what that was.
Snape narrowed his eyes as he thought about what the boy had said. Then realized just /what/ he had said. "Potter!" He snapped out, "Just how do you know about the Death Tree? It's a myth! How do you know about its growth, and traits? Its only known to a few Potions Masters around the world! It's acid is a mythical ingredient used to strengthen disintegration potions . . . of us who know, its one the most highly guarded secrets! I've only seen one place where it was mentioned- a book written by one of the deceased Masters."
"Proffesor? Couldn't Harry have read it?" Hermione asked timidly.
Snape snorted. "Hardly, Ms. Granger. There is only one copy in existence- and its in the /Dark Lord's/ library!"
Harry had been paling dramatically as the exchange went on. "You mean.you didn't know about it? Oh. . .dear. . .shit. . . Ok. . .forget I said anything. It exists though. Potions huh?" He said thoughtfully before he turned to Dumbledore, "Sir? No offense, but I can think of a way to make the wards better." The two of them discussed the wards, and Dumbledore left to make some changes. Everyone stared out after him, then at the boy who could escape wards created by the strongest wizard in existence.
Harry looked at them, before his eyes landed on Snape's. He smiled mischievously and ran outside, yelling out behind him, "I'll be right back!" About five minutes later, he skidded back in, looking a bit tired, holding a vial. He lifted it up, swirling the pale amber liquid in it. "Ok, Snape. Here." He handed the vial to him. He caught the questioning look, and smirked. "Be careful, that vial is really heavily warded. Inside, is the acid from the Death Tree. Have fun with it. I'm not getting you anymore, so don't bother asking." He lifted up a hand to stop the questions, "-and, I'm not telling ANY of you how or where I got it. Quidditch, anyone?"
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okies! Done with this chappie! Itz a lot longer than any of my other ones^^. To clear up any confusion, yes, Kurama and Harry are the same person. I will use the names interchangeably. Harry will show up most of the time as when he's with other people, and Kurama when he's Kurama. I'll explain the whole deal abt why Kurama is still Shuuichi and why he's Harry and all dat nxt time. The Death Tree is the plant that Youko grew during the Dark Tournament. It drips acid from its mouth that is highly corrosive and takes a bit out of Kurama. Ummmm..yea.don't think I missed anything. REVIEW ppls!!