Just something I ought mention now—I decided on the unknown OC factor because one, I can't seem to ever leave one out, and two Just something I ought mention now—I decided on the unknown OC factor because one, I can't seem to ever leave one out, and two, because I wanted to carry over something from Heal Me. I wanted to expand on the idea of Dream Energy, hence the addition of Sarah. Plus, there are so few people who actually like Kuwabara (I've nicknamed him Kaz) that I wanted to put someone other than Yukina with him for once.

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I don't own Yu Yu or Harry Potter, I write this because I enjoy it and hope that others enjoy reading it.

Chapter 2: The Wands

Kaz(uma)

My sister definitely was not so understanding when I told her I was leaving the country and probably wouldn't be back until I was "seventeen" again. She barely believed that I hadn't been tricked with some kind of potion and slowly growing down. But, it was for the best. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, and all that. I gathered up photographs of the group, and of just me and sis. I didn't really need much—I'd been on enough business trips now to know how laundry worked, and to know how much of what to bring when and why.

Shizuru insisted I take a nice suit, even though I knew I'd never wear it in the wizarding world. Of the few wizards Koenma had known prior to his last contact kicking the bucket, they didn't wear "Muggle" clothing, except when necessary. Still, I packed the suit and a decent dark blue tie. A few undershirts, seven pairs of boxers, and a few pairs of jeans. I was done and ready to go just like that.

Koenma said I could bring Eikichi with me, so I packed his favorite mouse and a couple of zip top bags of food. I emptied out his litter box and rinsed it and sanitized it before sticking it, the food, and some catnip in a grocery bag. Not like we had far to go. Koenma was going to open a portal for us so we wouldn't have to deal with a plane or a boat or anything stupid like that.

Eikichi definitely wasn't a kitten anymore, but he was still spry and playful like one. I put him in a soft carrier for the moment and waited for Koenma to appear. Sure enough, after only a minute or so, he stepped into the living room from a portal. Shizuru grabbed his ear and stared him in the eye.

"Anything happens to him, and I swear I'll kick your ass," she growled. Koenma nodded really fast, showing just how nervous my sister made him.

"Don't worry, Shizuru," he said. "It's just a fact-finding thing. No danger."

"See that it stays that way," she replied. I cleared my throat. "See ya, baby bro. Take care of the cat and the fox."

I chuckled. "No problem, Shi. I will." I set my stuff down and threw my smaller arms around her. "See you around, sis."

With that, we stepped through the portal and into a tiny apartment. The portal shut behind us. Kurama was already sitting down on the couch, his things nowhere in sight. Guess they were already in the bedroom.

"You'll be sharing the room until the first," Koenma said. "Set Eikichi up in the bathroom, okay? Hinageshi's taking care of some last-minute paperwork up in Spirit World, but she'll be down shortly. I'll see you guys off later."

I nodded and started toward the bedroom. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't incredibly tiny, either. Kurama had already hung up what clothes he had neatly up to one side of the closet. I did so too, trying to be as neat as possible so Kurama didn't have to deal with me being a slob while we were here. I set Eikichi free after I set up his litter box in the bathroom with a bowl of food and water. He immediately went and sat in Kurama's lap as I finished putting away my things.

No sooner had I finished, Hinageshi appeared out of a portal with some things for herself. At that exact moment, a pair of stately-looking owls appeared at the window, both hooting and knocking their claws against the glass. Hinageshi set off for her room, so I opened the window.

One owl flew directly to Kurama, dropping a letter on his head. The other held out a claw, revealing one for me, too.

"Ain't that something," I said, pulling it off. I set a bowl of water on the coffee table, and watched as the bird drank it. "Delivery by owl."

"Yes, very odd indeed," Kurama smiled as he carefully tore the envelope open. He read his silently while I looked at mine.

Dear Mister Nobunaga,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…

Blah de blah de blah blah blah. It kept on going, but I knew what it all meant already. Hinageshi appeared out from her bedroom wearing a plain pair of blue jeans and a form-fitting black tank top.

"So, do I look like I could be a mom?" she asked, giggling.

Kurama chuckled. "Yes, Hinageshi, you do. I suppose our surname is Nobunaga, then, judging from these letters."

"Yup, Koenma figured it was easy enough for Englishmen to pronounce and still be Japanese, so you'll have an easier time in case you don't understand the English," she said. "And my name is Hina to you when no one else is here, mother when there are."

I nodded. "So, Hina, when should we be expecting the—"

A knock at the door interrupted me. Hina opened the door, and smiled brightly at the man standing at it. "Hello, how can I help you?"

"I'm Elijah Treeamble, ma'am, I trust you're Hina Nobunaga?"

"That's me!"

"Your sons, Kazuma and Kurama have each received a letter. I am here to explain it to you in a way you'll understand…"

Harry

I stared at the make-believe cake I'd drawn in the dirt, waiting patiently for Dudley's watch to strike midnight. When it finally did, I smiled softly to myself.

"Happy birthday, Harry," I whispered to myself. Uncle Vernon had dragged us out to a mangy little shack in the middle of a lake, panicked by the numerous letters I'd been receiving. I still hadn't been able to read it.

Just then, a loud knocking, almost banging came from the door to the shack.

Sarah

My dad and two little brothers believed that I had been accepted to a prestigious school in south France, and that I was going to be school shopping for clothes today. Well, it was half-true. I did have to buy school robes, and I was going to buy some underwear and socks because mine were all worn out from two years ago.

Mom had taken out a lot of money from the bank. We had no idea how much any of this was going to cost, so she wasn't taking any chances that I wouldn't have enough to pay for it and have to come back. Mom wheeled out of the bank in the wee early morning smog that hung over London. I wasn't all too nervous—I was actually happy I was going to be in a group of other Muggle-borns who needed the same "wizard store orientation", as mom called it.

We had driven out to a corner of London and left the car in favor of public transit, which was much easier in the bigger city than the suburbs. Mom bolted herself in the wheelchair ruts on the subway and I stood to let a couple of small children take the seat beside her. The kids giggled and asked mom how she'd lost her legs, to their own mother's dismay. Mom explained anyway.

"When I was about three years your junior, I caught chicken pox really bad. I caught an infection called DIC, and my feet turned black as black can be," she said, using her mock-scary voice. "They had to take them off because otherwise, I would have died."

The kids looked at her wide-eyed. I was sure their mother was about to tell them to mind their own business, when one of them said, "That's so cool!"

"Yeah, like something out of a movie, only real!"

I chuckled and met the other mother's eyes. "Mom has that effect on people, I guess."

She nodded, half-smiling.

Mom and I got off at our stop and got in an elevator back to Charing Cross Road. The meeting point for the three Muggle-born families was only a block from the subway station. I saw Mr. Treeamble waiting for us, along with a trio of redheads, two of whom were my age. There was also another girl my age, with my hair color, but her hair was really froofy and curly and unruly, where mine was only slightly wavy. She stood with a woman in a white coat, so I could only assume she was a doctor or a dentist. I waved and pushed my mom over quickly.

"Hi, Mr. Treeamble," I said. "Hi, everybody else. I'm Sarah, and this is my mom, Wanya."

"Hello," said the brown-haired girl.

"Hi." The two boys said. Obviously twins, though not matching. One obviously took after their father, and the other was more like the mother, who was a petite young lady barely old enough to have had them when she was seventeen or eighteen.

"That's everyone," Mr. Treeamble said, smiling. "The entrance is just over this way. Follow me, and don't get separated just yet. Entrances to our world are often hidden in the form of undesirable places, and Diagon Alley is one of them."

He led the way through London crowds just across the street. Between two upstanding-looking businesses was an old ratty inn/bar called the Leaky Cauldron, with peeling paint and an acrid smell coming from inside. I hesitated a moment before pushing Mom through the door, her chair barely fitting between the threshold.

The inside of the bar wasn't any better than the outside. It was dark, and the glasses that the man behind the bar itself didn't seem to be getting clean despite the fact that he was wiping them. Several unsavory-looking characters sat around, but not so many as would be suspicious. Most of them looked like they hung around just to hang around. Mr. Treeamble led the way right on through, waving at the barkeep on the way through the back door.

A tall brick wall stood there, with nothing more than a few trash bins. Before anyone could ask, Mr. Treeamble had taken a stick out of his sleeve and was tapping on individual bricks. It was then that I realized what the stick must be: a wand. As soon as my mind had figured it, the bricks began to part like sand before a bucket. We stood on a wide street filled with all kinds of stores I'd never heard of before.

The most imposing building was directly in front of us, a tall, white building held up by pillars. I guessed it must be marble. Steps led up to the copper doors. I grimaced at them, not looking forward to kicking mom's wheelchair back to lift her whole-hog up the steps. For what else was the place, but Gringotts Bank, and where else would we trade Muggle money for wizard money.

"Our first stop is the bank," Mr. Treeamble said, confirming my worst fears. I sighed and headed toward it. He looked back as everyone followed up the steps. I turned around to kick mom back, but was that surprised when her entire chair lifted from the ground and landed her harmlessly at the top. I looked at Mr. Treeamble, but he was looking past me at an elderly wizard wearing dark purple robes and a long beard. His crystal eyes twinkled at me over half-moon glasses.

"I don't usually suggest magic for everything in the world, but for this I'm sure you understand," he said, smiling. He gave a little wave and walked up and into Gringotts before us.

"Do you know him?" I asked Mr. Treeamble as I started pushing Mom into the bank. One of the redheads opened one copper door while the other was holding the silver ones beyond it. There was a sign on one, but I didn't pause to read it.

Once everyone was inside, he answered. "Yes. That was your headmaster, Dumbledore."

I laughed. "Well, mom, at least you can say you've met someone from school now, huh." She nodded, smiling up at me. "You should thank him next time you see him."

Mr. Treeamble had our parents at the counter exchanging money, so now we had a little time to talk.

"Sarah, was it?" said the brown-haired girl.

"Yeah," I said.

"I'm Hermione Granger," she said. "I couldn't believe any of this was true, until Mr. Treeamble turned my mother's lamp into a china dish and back again."

I chuckled. "I had a little more faith. I haven't seen any magic except what Headmaster Dumbledore just did, and the stuff I've done. What about you guys?"

"We were the same," said the one with brilliant red hair. "I'm Kurama, by the way, and this is my brother, Kazuma."

"Wow, that's confusing," I said. "Two guys with the same letter starting. How about I just call you Kaz, okay?"

Kaz looked startled, but nodded all the same. "Sure, I guess. Not like I won't answer to it. My s—cousin used to call me that when she was little."

Kurama smiled tightly. "I remember that. Perhaps it would be a good idea to revert to it, considering we are no longer home."

"Home?" I asked.

"We just moved here a few weeks ago from Tokyo, Japan," Kaz remarked. "My cat is still trying to shake off the jet lag."

I laughed. "Wow, that's pretty cool."

"Are you kids ready to go?" Mr. Treeamble was back, with our parents. "I think we should go get your wands now—how's that sound?"

Hermione

Many things rolled through my mind as I mulled over the newest events. My parents were plain, ordinary dentists, both of whom had graduated at the top of their class. My dad was still sore after all these years that his own wife had bested him for the absolute top, but they usually laughed it off when anyone asked about it. At any rate, the idea that I was a witch was entirely preposterous at its first suggestion. To a degree, I was unfathomably grateful that I hadn't closed the door on Mr. Treeamble's face when he'd appeared right after the owl.

However, the proof was there, and so was my determination to become a witch. I guess it was in my blood to try my best. Here I stood with two odd-looking redheads and another girl, and their mothers, and my mother, and of course, Mr. Treeamble. We all crowded into a tiny little shop with peeling gold letters stating "Ollivander's" over the door. A single wand sat in the window, decorated with silk and a beautiful wooden box. Inside the shop, thousands of wands were stacked neatly against every wall.

Sarah tried following us in, but her mother's wheelchair—the poor woman—couldn't fit through the door. We were already quite crowded, and I was somewhat glad, I'm afraid to admit.

"It's okay, just go on in, let me know—"

"Don't worry about the door," said an elderly man with a spry look in his eye and a limp in his step. He took a very short, very sturdy-looking wand from his pocket and swished it in the air. With a slight crunching noise, the door widened on either side of the wheels and, with a grateful smile, Sarah pushed her mother into the tight space in the store.

"Good morning," said the man. "I'm Mr. Ollivander. You must be misters Nobunaga, Miss Granger, and Miss Galis."

We all nodded mutely as he chortled to himself. "Well, now, let's get started here. The wand chooses the wizard, as I've always said. Never forgot a wand I've sold between these walls. Miss Granger, how about we start with you."

He wordlessly asked the others to back into the walls, which even Mrs. Galis did as best she could. My own mother watched in fascination as he began to measure me in places that I didn't think seemed to matter. In particular, the space I currently stood apart, the space across my palm, and between my eyebrows. Ollivander handed me a long wand made of what looked like yew after only a moment more.

"Well, go on, then," Mr. Ollivander said. "Give it a wave."

I obeyed, and was that surprised when a vase I hadn't even seen before shattered onto the floor.

"Nope, nope, definitely not," Ollivander said.

The process repeated, with more and more odd things happening each time—I even managed to turn Ollivander's ears bright green. After dozens of failed attempts, we finally reached an end. My wand glowed a vivid white, and the warmth within me told me that Ollivander had been right all along—the wand truly had chosen me.

"Vine wood and dragon heartstring, six inches," said the elderly man. He clucked his tongue gently. "Very strong, firm wood. You'll be a great witch, young lady."

The pride that swelled up in me was enough to probably power a whole city block, but I didn't care. I was going to be the best—I'd show these wizards a thing or two!

Upon the last statement, he took his own wand from his pocket, and with a gentle wave over his store, it was set right. Even the wands I'd tried magically went back in their boxes and put themselves exactly where they'd been.

Kurama and Kaz had equal trouble in getting their wands. Unlike the glow I'd had, Kurama's was green and Kaz's was a very pale orange. Kurama had twelve-inch yew wand, made with a unicorn hair. Kaz had a seven-inch yew wand as well, but his core was a phoenix feather.

Sarah's was the most interesting of all. When she'd waved her final wand, the glow was multiple colors, a huge array of sparkles. Ollivander assisted getting Wanya, her mother, back out of the shop and down his steps.

"You'll be glad to know that none of the other shops you'll need have stairs," he said, smiling kindly.

"Excuse me, sir, but what is my wand made of?" Sarah asked, her curiosity covering her face. The others all hung back to listen.

"Eucalyptus wood and hiruiseki groundings," Ollivander said, smiling at her mysteriously. "An odd combination, to be sure. The wizarding world hasn't seen a hiruiseki in three generations. That wand is nearly as old as my shop. Not many witches are lucky enough to possess the power to use a demon's tear in their wand. Keep that one safe. Doubtful you'd ever find another like it."

With that, he shut the door, leaving even Mr. Treeamble stunned.

Chapter End

The reasoning for hiruiseki groundings being…well, I can't tell you now, because that'd ruin the surprise!