Chapter 3
"Now for you two…" He looked directly at them, taking a deep breath he
continued. "Since you will be the newcomers everyone will notice, I will ask
you too please not kill or seriously maim anyone for asking you questions."
He eyed Hiei.

Hiei scoffed, "I won't kill any damn ningen."

"Good. Now since this is the only meeting you'll have until you are already
at Hogwarts, you'll only be told once about your mission." He coughed.

"You guys will be known to the entire school as demons, so that won't be a
secret. But your objection will be a bit different than Yusuke's and
Kuwabara's." He looked through the papers on his desk until he found a
photo. Kurama and Hiei looked at the photo that was being presented to them.

It was of a boy, no older than 16, with messy jet-black hair and round black
plastic glasses. On his forehead was a scar in the shape of a lightning
bolt. The odd thing was was that the picture was moving.

"It's moving." Kurama breathed.

"Yes… it's a wizard photograph. But that's not the point, the boy inside the
photo is Harry Potter and he is part of your mission."

"We're going to have to baby-sit him then?" Hiei asked, dreading the mission
already.

Koenma sighed irritably, "Yes and no. Along with protecting the rest of the
students and the secret mission I assigned to you, I want you to pay special
mind to this boy. Keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't get into any
trouble."

"Why do we have to pay special attention to this boy?" asked Kurama.

And Koenma explained. All the tragedies that had occurred in Harry's life,
about Voldemort and the prophecy, his friends and enemies at school, and his
home life. He told them everything.

They talked about their mission for what seemed like hours, but in reality
it wasn't.

"Kurama, I'll need you to perform this mission in your youko form." Koenma
stated.

Kurama looked surprised, as did Hiei.

"Why?"

"It will be better if you looked like a demon."

"Hiei doesn't look like a demon." Stated Kurama; Hiei growled.

"He acts like a demon you on the other hand act human and look human. So you
might as well look demonic if you can't be demonic."

"I can act like a demon!" Whined Kurama, very out of character for the fox.
Hiei and Koenma looked at him doubtfully.

"Kurama, I know you can now turn into your demon form for as long as you
want so will you just do what I ask!" He was shouting by the end.

"Fine!" Kurama shouted back.

"Can we leave now?" Asked Hiei impatiently,

"You understand your mission?"

The two demons nodded. "Good, then you are dismissed."

Hiei flitted away like he always does and Kurama walked through the doors,
his shoulders slightly sagging.

Inside the office purple smoke engulfed Koenma, turning him back into his
toddler form. "George!" He cried.

The door burst open to reveal a blue orge, by the name of George, who was
panting like a hot dog. "Y-yes, Koenma-sama?"

"I wanna go to bed George!" cried Koenma like a little baby, "Tuck me in!"
He ordered stomping out through the side door.

"Okay, Koenma-sama." George replied, following the prince through the door.

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"Shu-chan, this is a bit unexpected." Shiori said. She and her son were
sitting at the kitchen table. Kurama had prepared tea for his mother, hoping
it would calm her.

"It's only for a year. And I'll write to you every week." He pleaded with
her, she had no idea how much he'd rather stay at home, but of coarse he was
a great actor. With those large, beautiful green eyes it was hard to say no
to the boy.

"Where exactly will you be going though? I can't have my son wandering
around aimlessly. You could get hurt or… or…" She was imagining the awful
things that could happen to him. She began to cry at the thought of it.
Kurama immediately got up and put a comforting arm around his mother.

"Mother… don't cry." He said soothingly. "I'll be traveling in England.
Nothings going to happen to me." She calmed down…. A little.

"I guess it will be alright. It is for your studies after all."

"Thank you, mother!" He hugged her, and ran upstairs before another word
could be uttered. As soon as closed the door he flopped, gracefully mind
you, onto his bed. He heard a deep chuckling noise from the window, he
lifted his head to see Hiei lounging on his windowsill; his boots, cloak and
katana stacked in a neat pile on the floor.

The fox put his head back down. "What's so funny?" He mumbled through the
pillow.

"You, fox." Hiei stated simply.

Kurama turned his body so he was facing Hiei. "Hiei why are your sitting all
the way over there?" He pouted slightly, patting the bed space next to him
invitingly. "My firefly, come and lay with me. I'm so lonely without you…"

Hiei blushed slightly but followed obediently. Kurama wrapped his arms
lovingly around Hiei's small, but built frame. Hiei in turn snuggled into
Kurama's chest, breathing in his scent.

"At least will be together, ne?" He felt the little koorime nod into his
chest. Kurama leaned in slightly so his mouth was touching Hiei's ear, he
whispered

"I love you, my little firefly."

"I love you too, my Kitsune" and with that Hiei drifted to sleep in his
lover's arms.

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Kuwabara sat in his living room watching a movie with his older sister,
Shizuru. He had told her a lie about where he would be going for a year but
after many squabbles and hits the truth was told.

"So, tomorrow you're leaving to go shop for your things, huh?" Shizuru
asked, glancing at her brother before returning to the movie.

"Yeah." Kuwabara answered though a mouth full of popcorn.

"Huh… do ya need money?"

"Nah, Koenma says he'll pay for all the stuff…" He answered before shoving
more popcorn into his mouth. Both of their attention returned to the screen
as they heard a scream. A few more minutes passed while neither said a word.

"Did you tell that Yukina girl, that you'd be leaving?" Kuwabara jumped at
the mention of the beautiful girls name. With sparkling eyes and a voice
full of the utmost confidence, he said

"She said she'd write to me every day! "

"I doubt that lil' bro." Shizuru said flatly. He slumped and fell back into
the couch, looking like he was about to cry.

"She probably won't. I wouldn't even write to myself every day." But with
new conviction he shouted out, "But I'll write to her everyday!" streams of
tears coming from his eyes, he calmed down and continued to watch the film.
Shizuru lit her cigarette, taking it in slowly.

"You make sure to get me somethin', ok."

"Got it."