I wish I did, but I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or Harry Potter.

After a bite to eat, Harry left Ron in the Great Hall with Nicole Taylor and met up with Kurama near Hagrid's hut outside the Hogwart's building. His friend was already waiting for him.

"Sorry I had to drag you out here, Ku-Shuichi," Harry apologized sincerely, "but, you see, there's something really important that I need to talk to you about."

"It's alright, Harry. No problem at all," the kitsune assured the boy. "Now what is it that you need to tell me that could be so private? Do you need help with Potions?"

"No, not Potions..." Harry groaned silently. "Okay. Well... now, you see... the thing is..." He couldn't find a right way to fit the words. "Uh... Professor Dumbledore sent me-"

"I see. Do I happen to be doing something wrong, by chance?"

"No, no, no! That's not what I mean at all!" Harry exclaimed, flailing his arms in the air randomly. He was nervous, and the feeling was written all over his face. "You know what a memory-editing charm is, right?" Okay, he told himself, good start.

"Of course. It's an advanced charm that createss an alternate life for the victim of the spell, only he or she has no knowledge of it ever being used on themself," Kurama explained professionally, as if reading it straight for a text book.

"Yeah... right..." Harry's voice wavered uneasily. "Well, that's what's happened."

"Your memory's been altered?" the fox demon asked quickly, looking clearly concerned.

"Yes, I mean no!" the young wizard replied wearily. "It isn't my memory that's been altered. Kurama... Shuichi... yours was."

"Impossible," Kurama said a little louder than usual, his skin possibly a shade paler than it had been mere moments before. "Hiei, Cho, Hogwarts, my family... they have always been here. I even remember the first spell I ever performed- I unlocked my baby pen with my parents' wand and tried to go outside, but my mother caught me and fed me broiled turnips for dinner to punish me."

"I'm afraid that not a real memory. It was edited into your mind," Harry told his friend grimly. This was much more difficult than he'd planned it to be. "Dumbledore cast this spell on you to see if you would be able to break it once you were in this world. Everything you see or think you've seenin the past is a fake, an illusion created by Professor-"

Kurama grabbed the boy's forearm and began walking swiftly back to the school building.

"Hey, ow! Careful with that arm! I rather like it attached!" Harry complained. No response. "Where are we going?"

"To the library," the fox answered, empty of emotion. They spoke no more until they had reached the inside of Hogwart's library. Few students were in there, considering it was the holidays. Mainly students studying for N.E.W.T.s and O.W.L.s were in there, and even then there weren't many.

Kurama released his grip on Harry Potter and scanned the various number of bookshelves. Harry, confused, just stood near his friend limply and observed with great patience.

"Here," the kitsune said finally, plucking out a dusty, thick book from the top shelf.

"What is it?" Harry asked. Kurama showed him the book's cover. In small golden letters it read Advanced Charms: Memory Charms, volume 1."

"Brilliant idea, Kurama! Uh... I mean, Shuichi," Harry praised. He couldn't wait to call his friend by what he was used to saying. Perhaps this book was the key to bringing this world to and end, and the real one back.

The fox demon nodded and opened the book, flipping through the pages, scanning the lines. Obviously his intellect hadn't suffered at all during the spell.

"The Memory Editing Charm," he read aloud, stopping a little over half way through the musty textbook. "It says that it is normally used on criminals to turn their lives around effectively and not worry about them having the urge to revert back to their illegal ways. Most witches and wizards are unable to perform an editing charm, seeing that for the spell to work properly, it must be very planned out and detailed, or else the victim could find out that he or she has been tricked. It also adds that most Magic-folk will use a classic memory charm on an opponent instead of depending on this style."

"Does it give any clues that could tell someone if their life is real or not?" Harry tried. "An antidote, perhaps?"

"No, I'm sad to say it doesn't tell us anything," Kurama sighed, crestfallen. He closed the book and tucked it back in its rightful spot on the top shelf.

"Follow me," he stated firmly, then headed towards the front section of the library. He stopped at the front desk, where the school's co-librarian -a fourth or fifth year, by the looks of it- sat with her head stuck in Knit Your ClothesFrom Stratch:Muggle Version.

"Excuse me, miss," the fox demon interrupted politely. His voice was smooth, calm, and charming; flawless. You would never know something very urgent was on his mind. The young witch glanced up from her novel.

"Yes?" she asked dully. "Do you need help with something?"

"Yes. My friend and I are doing an extra credit report on the Memory Editing Charm," Kurama explained.

"The Charms books are on the shelf closest to the left wall," the librarian pointed out.

"Yes, well, you see, I have have just checked that section, but I am sad to say that the Charms book explaining the spell did not contain the explanation as to how the counter such a Charm."

"We need to have that in our paper or else we'll automatically receive fifty-percent less credit," Harry piped in. "It's really important to us." Hey, it wasn't all a lie.

"Sorry, but I don't really read that many Charms books," the girl replied. "Don't tell the teachers that, though. I wouldn't want them thinking I'm against that subject, even though it's a drag."

"You have my word," the fox demon promised. "Now, do you supposeI could have a word with someone that would know more about such a spell? Professor Dumbledore, for example?"

"Alright," the librarian agreed, taking out a quill. "I'll write you a permission note. Dumbledore would know about advanced Charms spells, that's a give in. Don't take too much of his time, though. The old guy has too much too do these days."

"I won't be any longer than ten minutes," retorted the kitsune, tucking the piece of parchment into his robe pocket. "And thank you very much for your time." The two boys casually strolled out of the library, heading up the stairs.

"Again, brilliant plan, erm, Shuichi," Harry grinned shyly.

"Don't compliment me just yet," Kurama told the boy. And they continued up the stairs,the specialdiscussion with a certain headmaster soon to await them.

AN: Another chapter up! I liked picking out Kurama's friends for this part, and his house. Let's just hope everything turns out alright!

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