• 2001

Harry was walking down the muggle streets of Planet Japan. A whole planet, colonized by the Japanese, some 5 billion years in the future.

He was still learning his Master of Death powers, but a definite perk was being able to travel the leylines. Even bring people with him.

The Goblins, apparantly, did some business with the "psychics" of this planet. So he was able to exchange his money.

It was just so cool, stepping onto an alien world. Even if the aliens were just a new subspecies of human. It was still brilliant. Cho seemed to be enjoying herself. That is, based on her laughter, as they ate their odd ice cream, wrapped in homemade tortillas.

As they walked, they spotted somekind of... creature, stumble out of a nearby bush.

It looked like a fox, but it was about the size of a great dane. But not even it's 4 tails could distract Harry. The poor thing was badly injured... and clinging to life. Harry could literally sense it dying. And however much that terrified him... he wasn't going to let it die.

Approaching the injured critter, he called on all his knowledge of care for magical creatures.

It wasn't long before the beast was letting him treat it's wounds. Having set up a notice me not charm, the second he convinced it he wouldn't hurt it.

"What is it?" Cho asked crouching nearby, but not approaching, for fear of disturbing her husband's work.

"A yoko." Harry channelled his magic into the creature. "It's a type of demonic fox, close cousins to Kitsune. This one's so badly injured, he can't even speak. It's not just his body, his very soul has been badly injured... I... I don't know if I can save him."

"Is there anything I can do?" Cho asked.

Harry thought on it a moment, tapping into the deathly Hallows, to give him an answer.

He blushed, "You know how you said you wanted another kid?"

• 20ish Years Later:

Harry stepped out of his phone booth... to spot a familiar teen looking at him.

"Shoichi?" Harry blinked. Seeing the ginger.

The red-headed teen was struck speechless, not expecting to see his father here, of all places.

"Who's this, Kurama?" Another red head asked. Although this ginger had much more gruff features, then the soft femboi that was Harry's middle child.

"My father," Informed Shoichi.

"Father?" the much taller ginger, clearly looking the part of a delinquent, stepped over. "He looks our age."

Harry gave a nervous laugh, "That's... complicated." Shoichi had his aging slowed, once he entered puberty. Like all Yokai. Harry knew that would happen, human body or not... although, come to think of it, The taller ginger probably wanted to know why Harry was a teenager, not Shoichi.

"Oh... soooo..." The teen, clearly a young Psychic by his aura, tried to find a polite way of phrasing something. "He's from... THAT, side of the family."

Harry blinked. The boy thought he was a Yoko? Well Fox demons were some of the few beings, with such a natural talent for Illusion magics, they could easily disguise their Aura. So Harry's instinctive Perception filter, could be mistaken for that. But only by someone extremely talented in Divination. Someone who could easily recognize Aura's to the point he could sense a Perception filter. Although not skilled enough to see passed it.

Before Harry could correct him. Shoichi blushed out a, "That's... complicated," worthy of Harry.

Kuwabara accepted that, realizing his foxy friend didn't want to get into it right now. The taller teen... the MUCH taller teen, probably thought Harry was the yoko that abandoned "Kurama" as a new born... for the crime of having an odd coat.

Extending his hand, "Kazuma Kuwabara," the delinquent introduced. "I'm a friend, errrr and I guess work colleague, of your son's."

Harry shook the hand, and realized his suspicions were confirmed. As the gruff teen attempted to crush his bones.

Harry tilted his head, mostly ignoring the pain. He'd had worse. "Work colleague?" Then clicked the fingers of his free hand. "So you're that Spirit Detective?"

Kuwabara gaped. "Kurama mentioned me?"

Harry smiled, shaking the boy's hand more enthusiastically. "Of course he talked about you. I'm Harry. Well Harold Severus Potter, but everyone calls me Harry. Didn't even know my name was 'Harold' until Uncle Sev told me."

"Shoichi's actually my middle son." Harry explained, "And you can't imagine how much of a brat he was to his brothers. He and James would often get in little pranking wars." Kurama was actually blushing! "Wanna see baby pictures."

Kuwabara blinked, all confused. As Harry intended. While Kurama groaned. Slowly, Kuwabara couldn't help but grin at his foxy friend's misfortune. He'd never seen the mighty king of thieves, look so flustered. And realized what he thought was an ass, was actually Kurama's human parent... but what was he doing here?

"Kuwabara needs to call his guardian," Kurama informed. "And I need to call mother."

"Right, right." Harry nodded. Before something clicked. "Wait a second... THIS IS WHERE YOU WENT FOR UNIVERSITY!!!"

Kurama flinched.

Harry grabbed his son's ear, and dragged him into a phone booth. "We're calling your mother this minute young man."

Kuwabara was grinning widely now. Pulling out his phone, and started recording.

The shorter teen was giving quite the tongue lashing to his same aged son. All the while Kurama whimpered like an errant puppy.

• 3 hours later:

Yusuke was laughing his ass off, rewatching the video

Kurama was blushing/sulking in the corner, as his fellow spiritual Agents, crowded around Kuwabara's phone. Watching The legendary thief, get scolded like a little kit.

"I half expect the midget to swat your hide." Yusuke laughed.

Kurama tried to distract them with a sob story. "Father doesn't trust himself, when it comes to corporal punishment..." He gave a pause, so they could look at him. They were still grinning... and Kurama wanted to destroy them with their own empathy. So he gave them the quick and dirty story of Father's childhood.

"Father was kidnapped by humans, when he was a year old. He's a subspecies of Time Lord, and these humans wanted not only his Phoenix like ability to cheap death. They wanted to turn him into a weapon. Since he was a baby, he's been experimented on, tortured, and outright murdered on a daily basis... I once expressed how embarrassing it was, mother was the disciplinarian... back before I started to care for her... and father told me he was scared he might hurt me. As he didn't have any examples of when would be a good time to end the punishment."

The other boys grew quiet a moment, before Yusuke smiled, "So it's your mommy who tans your naughty little backside?" The former detective laughed.

Strangly Kuwabara came to his defense. "Weren't you raised by a single mother?" The ginger delinquent eyed. Then leered, "An alcoholic at that!"

Yusuke blushed, "Hey, my mom never laid a finger on me!!! She's a happy drunk." He swore.

"I've seen her slap you," Rando smiled.

"Yeah!" Yusuke defended his mother. "Well it's not like she spanked me, or ever flew into a drunken rage! Not all alcoholics are abusive parents!!!" She just neglected the shit out of him, but she never beat him.

Then Yusuke shifted the conversation. "What about you Kuwabara? I've seen your sister knock you over your head."

Kuwabara blushed, "Yeah well, she hasn't spanked me since I was a little kid." the ginger looking over at the small bold boy. "What about you? How'd your parents punish you, Rando?"

Rando got a dark look, "I'm a demon... the things my parents did to me..." he trailed off.

As the mortal boys paled, Hiei scoffed. "Oh please. I was raised by demonic bandits, and all they ever did, whenever I stepped out of line, was make me do extra chores, or up the intensity of my training."

Rando huffed, "Do you mind, I'm messing with the humans."

"Technically," Kurama brought up. "Yusuke isn't human anymore."

Now all the boys rolled their eyes.

"Come on Rando," Kuwabara whined. "We told you what our family's did. It's only fair."

Rando sighed, "Fine..." then began to mutter. "They didn't really... do anything... They were kinda masters of the tongue lashing." He got a fond look on his face, as he remembered something. "My parents could wield guilt like a lethal weapon. I was always in tears just from-" He blushed, realizing what he admitted.

Yusuke and Kuwabara were laughing their asses off.

"Awwwwwwwww," Yusuke laughed. "Did the big bad demon, killer of 99 psychics, cry when his mommy scolded him."

Rando suddenly stopped, killing intent pouring out of him. "Do I have to remind you how young I was, when I saw my parents eaten alive, in front of me."

Yusuke stopped laughing. Not out of fear, as he was far stronger then Rando. But he legitimately had forgotten how Traumatized the demon was...

"Sorry man," Yusuke spoke sincerely.

"Forget it," Rando looked away from them. His killing intent lessening... although he was still clearly upset.