I wish I did, but I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or Harry Potter.
"I would like for you to tell me why you chose to transfer to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"I wanted to learn as much as I could in my schooling," Kurama lied consiously, "and my previous school wasn't able to keep up with my standards quite as well as I needed. I chose this school for its famous reputation of educating well-known, intelligent, and famous wizards and witches."
"Yes, Hogwarts certantly has indeed made a name for itself over the years," Dumbledore agreed, beaming pleasantly, "but I truly would find it more gentlemen-like of ou if you were to tell me your true reason for being here amongst my students."
"Sir, that is the truth."
"Kurama, tell me the name of your former wizarding school in Japan."
The fox demon let out a slow breath. The headmaster had stumped him; he had never pondered the possibility of someone asking him this question. "I can't tell you that, sir," he admitted. "I haven't been to a wizarding school before yours."
"I thought as much," Dumbledore responded. "Am I also correct in saying that you knew Genkai and Botan?"
"You knew them?" Kurama asked quickly, then added, "sir?"
"That is correct," the headmaster told the fox. "The two were classmates of mine- Botan in Hufflepuff, Genkai in Griffindor. They did not stay at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry for more than two years, but I remember them both very well. Genkai was quite serious about studying the art of magic, if my memory is correct, and you'd think she'd be a Ravenclaw. But alas, the Sorting Hat chose to put Genkai in the Griffindor house, with myself.
"Botan was the ideal Hufflepuff student, ever since she stepped foot on the train. She was kind to everyone she talked to, and there never was a dull day for her."
"How do you connect me to Genkai and Botan?" Kurama asked.
"I've been on this surface more years than I will admit, but that also means me the right to know a connection when I see one," the headmaster said. "I've developed a keener eye than my younger days, and I need not be modest about it."
"I'm afraid that I still don't understand you, professor," the demon apologized.
"I have my sourses," answered the old man. "Sir Nicholas came to me earlier in the year claiming that you had the stench of death clinging to your soul, and the Sorting Hat happened to report that you've had a nice amount of events take place during your lifetime. Truth be told, they each had said similar about Miss Botan and Genkai." He looked very seriously at the fox demon. "I will ask you again- what is it you are doing at Hogwarts?"
For some reason or another, Kurama felt that this man was the kind that would be able to understand his situation and, if asked, would carry a secret to his grave. He took a breath.
"I'm here to protect your school, professor," he revealed.
After the conversation with the headmaster of Hogwarts, Kurama truly felt that he had done the right thing. Dumbledore almost found it amusing when, not only the fox demon, but Genkai as well explained to him about the three worlds.
"Always heoped there was something beyond muggles and wizards," he said said, practically blissfully.
Kurama walked into the Boys' Dormitory and crawled into his welcoming four-poster bed. The "Quidditch Celebration" was over by now, and it was about time for some well-deserved rest.
"Kurama?" whispered a voice that Kurama recognized as Harry's.
"Mm hm?" the kitsune mumbled, rolling over onto his right.
"Does Dumbledore know now? About... everything?"
"Yes."
"That's just as well, if you want to know my opinion," the boy whispered. "He'll be the best help you'll be able to get in all of Hogwarts, even all of the magic community. I'd never turn my back on Professor Dumbledore."
"That's good to konw," the fox whispered back to his friend, surpressing a yawn. In just a few seconds, he could not take it any long, and Kurama drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
"Harry, it's time to go," Kurama stated. The two students had been sitting by the fireplace doing their schoolwork (Snape had ordered a six inch essay on the advantages and disadvantages of muggle medicines) for almost four hours after everyone was to return to his or her dormitories. The reason for that wasn't to finish homework -although it helped- but to wait until everyone was off and gone to bed. Then they were to sneek downstairs to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom for training.
"'Bout time," Harry grinned, snapping his heavy textbook snut. He grabbed the Marauders' Map and the invisibility cloak he'd already used on many different occasions and snuck out of the Griffindor Tower with the fox demon following silently behind.
In a matter of a few short minutes, Harry Potter and Kurama had reached the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Genkai was already in the room, sitting in a chair beside Albus Dumbledore.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry breathed. "What are you doing here?"
"Last time I was aware of it, this classroom was a part of my school," the old man answered his student simply. "But don't you mind me, I'm simply here for the entertainment. Act as if I'd never shown up."
"Yes, sir," replied the fox demon. He held out a red rose and said to Harry, "You last were taught to create a bow and arrow from seeds, is that right?"
"Oh. Yeah, that's right," Harry said quickly. He'd been still looking at Dumbledore. "Of course, I haven't an idea how to use the thing, but Professor Genkai told me at the last lesson that I would learn."
"And you shall," Kurama stated surely. "I'll need you to transform your seed into the weapon before we begin."
Harry nodded knowingly and pulled out his blue seed from inside his robe pocket. The seed glowed and transformed into a blue bow, along with a blue arrow.
Now that Harry had his weapon ready, Kurama took the rose in his hand and changed it into a green bow with a soft, red arrow. Instead of feathers on the ends of the arrow, there were delicate, red petals; and instead of a sharpened rock at the tip, there was a rose's thorn in its place.
"I'll need some targets, Genkai, if you will," Kurama queued the old lady politely.
She flicked her wand and muttered, "Accio books," causing three dozen textbooks to fly off their shelves and float to various places in the room.
"Thank you. Now Harry, I'll need you to place your arrow on your bow. Then pull back, aim, and shoot for one of the books," Kurama explained. "Concentrate on hitting one area of the book's covers, and when you think you're ready, go ahead."
On the command, the boy released his arrow and it shot right into a portrait of a witch.
"Gracious! Have more manners from now on," the witch scowled. "I may not be a living thing, but that doesn't mean kids should stab pictures with objects and spells! The idea!"
"I'm sorry," Harry said to the portrait sincerely. He pulled out his wanted and called, "Accio Arrow!" and the sharp tool was back in his possession.
"Reparo,"added Kurama with his wand,returning the picture as good as new. He smiled at his friend and said, "That was a good first try. I didn't expect you to hit the mark the first time, I feel that Genkai and Professor Dumbledore felt relatively the same. As with everything, you'll get better over time and practice. Try again."
"Got it." He pulled back the bow and shot. This time he missed, but it was visible that he had grazed a corner of one of the books.
"Almost. Just focus on hitting your target some more," coaxed the demon, "nothing else. Watch." He took hold of his bow, pulled it back, and let go, spearing not just one book, but the one behind it as well.
Harry took his weapon, steadied it, and this time his arrow hit a textbook clear in the middle.
"Nicely done, Harry," Dumbledore applauded. "I will have to cut the lesson short tonight, though, I'm afraid. It is much too late already and you two have class in the morning."
"Yes, professor," the students agreed in unision. Harry grabbed his cloak and map, walking sleepily out the door.
"I'm glad to hear you aren't disapproving about the... extra lessons," Kurama acknowledged to Dumbledore. "We really don't have a seperate tiem or place to hold the meetings."
"I would strongly encourage you to help young Harry as much as you possibly can," Dumbledore replied. "If his condition is as serious as I've heard, then it would surely be best to keep giving him lesson privately."
A scream erupted from the hallway. Kurama dashed out of the room, only to be faced witha black darkness.
The fox demon squinted. He managed to make out the outlines of two figures- one was standing above the other.
"Lumos," Dumbledore muttered, as light exploded from the tip of the headmaster's wand, giving the hallway a new light. But now that they could see the scene before them, there was only one person left in the hall. On the floor, clutching his arom, was Harry Potter. Blood seepeddown andthrough Harry's robes freely; Harry winced from the pain, shaking slightly from the shock.
AN: Okay, I apologize again for not putting this chapter up sooner! Shame on me! I had like, nonstop homework and activities all week. Seriously. But now Chapter 16 is up, hope you'll forgive me!
I am very thankful for Time and Fate, Marikalay, Animefouryou, Cayasha, kyo's little koneko, and now foxdreamer for reviewing my last chapter! You guys are hilarious and really nice, d'ya know that?
Until Chapter 17, g'bye! --Kino Fox