hi sorry this isn't an update but a re-write, the last version of this chapter was annoying me. GRRR *glares at computer*
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It was double Potions when Harry saw Kurama again, Harry's mutinous thoughts towards Snape because of what he said to Hermione, when Malfoy had hit her with a beaver charm, where interrupted when the dungeon door burst open.
Colin Creevy edged into the room fully aware of Snape's hateful glare.
He spoke shakily " P-lease sir I'm supposed to take Harry Potter upstairs."
"Potter has another hours' potions to complete," He said coldly
Colin went pink
Err..S-sir Professor Ludo Bagman wants him, all the champions have to go, f-for photo's I think"
"Well then Potter, go and we will test your antidote later-"
"But sir he has to take his stuff with him-"
"Fine! Gather your stuff potter and get out!" Snape barked
Harry gathered his stuff and left after Colin.
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When he entered the fairly small classroom Colin had led him to, with much one sided conversation, Krum was standing moodily in one corner as usual, Cedric, Fleur and Kurama were in conversation and Fleur looked happier than Harry had ever seen her.
Ludo Bagman was talking with a witch Harry didn't recognize who was wearing magenta robes.
"Ah here Harry," he motioned to one of the five chairs place in front of the black board at the back of the classroom. "Nothing to worry about merely a wand weighing ceremony nothing more."
"Wand Weighing?" Harry repeated nervously.
"Ah yes we have to check if your wands are fully functional, actually Mr. Kurama? Why are you here when Youkai don't use wands?" he spoke to him self more than anyone else.
Kurama smiled his polite smile "I asked the same thing but Miss Skeeter, seems determined to have a photo of me, no matter how many times I told her photo's and I have never gotten on, I can be incredibly hard to photograph, as all Youkai"
Dumbledore chuckled and the said 'Miss Skeeter' smiled flirtatiously at Kurama, who appeared oblivious but Harry had a sneaking suspicion that he new exactly what she was after and was merely ignoring her.
Ludo introduced her to the champions "ah yes, this is Miss Rita Skeeter, she will be doing a small article in the Daily Profit for us, or rather you"
"Maybe not small" The bejeweled woman said.
Her hair was set in elaborate curls, her thick fingers, complete with two-inch nails, were clutching her jeweled spectacles.
"Do you mind if I have a word with Harry the youngest champion and, perhaps our dear Mister Kurama, our Youkai from across the sea's, oh you know for a bit of colour?"
"If Harry and Mister Kurama have no objections-"
"Lovely. Come along boys" she interrupted before sweeping out and away from the classroom the two unfortunates to have received her attention following after gaining sympathetic looks form the other companions (well Krum's scowl deepened).
Rita stopped at a door peeked inside before thrusting the two boys inside, it was a broom cupboard.
"Nice and cozy and away from prying ears"
She seated her self precariously on an upturned bucket and Harry perched on a cardboard box, Kurama merely stood and watched silently. She turned her smile towards the boys.
As the interview progressed Harry found him self, disliking Rita Skeeter more and more, especially that infuriating quill, when it came to Kurama's interview harry watched as the Quill wrote.
"When asked about his past, the mysterious boy's emerald eyes (so different yet similar to the innocent forest orbs of the young boy hero) shine slightly as he rests his elegant jaw on a strong but slender arm long blood red hair tumbles over his shoulder attractively, the young male looking angelic, in the dim light, he replies in his soft alto, which is assured to make any self respecting woman swoon,
'I do not dare to speak of my family as I have many enemies as it is impossible of a Youkai to not, but when I was fifteen was when I came into most of my power, at the time I was' his voice think with indescribable emotion 'afraid to tell my mother, I had convinced my self, that I –that-' his voice broke but soon a fond smile appears on his face as he lets loose a melodic laugh 'Yusuke soon beat some sense into me'
Our favored journalist then asked him ' and how did you meet this Yusuke?
"Soon after I became a Youkai my mother fell very Ill she was dying in desperation I remembered, an artifact that would save her but there was no way the spirit world would give it to me as I was a Youkai, a Kitsune so to save my mothers life, well, I was willing to do anything, Hiei helped me and Yusuke is who Reikai sent after me, though he was no older than fourteen,"
His eyes grow hard as he gains a look that makes him look far older than his mere eighteen years, wise gold ridden, viridian eyes-"
"Ignore the quill Harry" Rita smiled a sickly sweet smile and Harry felt slightly ill Kurama had barely said anything on the subject and Rita had turned it into that.
"So boys what are you feeling towards the tournament, nervous? Excited? Scared? Though I suppose Kurama after surviving the dark tournament, you just can't be as afraid? "
"The porcelain face darkens with memories of past horrific experiences, one so young was forced to endure, at the hands of vial and cruel beings, just to save his mother's life, supported by loyal friends and thoughts of his tormentor, Karasu, cruel and a physiologically unsound man who seems determined to posses the doll like boy In front of me, forcing him to fight desperately for his life and those of is friends"
'Harry how about you, why did you decide to enter the tournament? "
"I didn't " Harry said bluntly
"No need to be shy Harry" Rita patronized slyly
"I didn't enter." Harry denied adamantly
The door burst open,
"Dumbledore. How are you" Greeted Rita Sneeringly
"Ah Miss Skeeter, splendid, I did enjoy your article on me especially the bit about me being a obsolete dingbat."
Rita didn't look remotely remorseful "I just commented that your views are a little old fashioned, and-"
"I would be delighted to here the reasoning, but the weighing of the wands is about to start and it won't be good if two of the champions are hidden away in broom cupboards would it?"
He did not wait for an answer after a courteous bow and smile he left. Harry and Kurama followed after a short (from Harry) and polite (from Kurama) good bye
Harry tripped over the end of his robe and Kurama steadied him, but not before Harry caught a glimpse of the Quill had wrote:
" The boy hero stumbles over his too big robe that hangs off his fragile form, a constant of his abusive and malnourished past, Kurama catches him gently and places him back on his feet, a kind and brotherly smile on his face, large green eyes look up into matching orbs trustingly, as one looks onto this scene, and at the smaller form with ebony hair and the slender form with ruby locks, one can't help but wonder what will happen to these boys now that the tournament starts, and if they will survive the trials to come"
Harry furious was about to say something but Kurama's, hand on his shoulder warned him that it was unwise, that and they were going to be late.
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The next day at breakfast the first thing Yusuke, Jin, and the twins burst out laughing.
"Mysterious, green eyes! HAHAHA! Geeze Kurama ouch."
"Actually Yusuke I think the "Almost effeminate doll like face" is worse" the flat Irish accent of Jin broke through in between laughing fits"
"Nahh the "startlingly green eyes -"
"- That mist with tears -"
"- When he thinks –"
"- Of the parents he can't remember- was very- "
"- Emotionally moving, don't you think George?"
"I most certainly do Fred, perhaps we should be more careful especially with, his 'fragile form'"
The twins looked at each other before bursting into laughter once again.
Kurama looked at them exasperated but amused nonetheless, the article was a wonderful piece of Fiction. He looked over, at Touya when he spoke, he was reading the article.
"I'm not so sure she describes Hiei and you Detective perfectly, 'standing next to the other Youkai students, Kurama looks oddly out of place around the course features of Yusuke Urameshi and the murderous, crimson eyes of Hiei Jagashini, the dangerous looking boys stand menacingly, either side of the slender, form"
It does make you sound a little like one of those maidens from fairy tales, Kurama"
"It does rather, but then again…" he gestured defeated at the girls at the Ravenclaw table who kept looking his way then sighing longingly and clutching said article to there chests.
He received a sympathetic look, from Touya and Hermione, but his thoughts were soon else were when a regal looking bird landed in front of him, and gave him a yellowed letter before fluttering off, most likely to the Owlery.
Kurama read the front of the letter, raised an eyebrow, before opening it and reading the contents, he looked momentarily startled re-read the part that he just read, before saying out loud, but more to him self:
"Yomi is coming to watch the first task, as is Koenma as it seems"
Yusuke choked on his pumpkin juice and squeaked in an odd tone:
"The old goat's coming here? As in here where we are? Pacifier breath too?"
Kurama sighed "yes Yusuke 'LORD Yomi' and 'KOENMA – SAMA' are both coming, you really must stop calling them those nick names."
"So when is his illustrious six-eared-pain-in-the-arse-ed-ness arriving then?" was Jin's contribution, not noticing the approaching figure behind him, that was gaining open mouth stairs.
"Illustrious six-eared-pain-in-the-arse-ed-ness? I never new you thought so highly of me, Jin of the wind Shinobi."
A calm and cool deep voice said smoothly from directly behind Jin (who was sitting next to Kurama.).
Jin's back straightened and his faced paled so considerably Harry wondered vaguely, if he had died and become a ghost, as he mouthed a curse, harry decided that he was still with the living, but barely.
Kurama leaned back and smiled warmly up at the figure,
"Hello Yomi, it has been far too long"
Yomi was a tall, a decent amount taller than Kurama, and had long raven black hair that fell perfectly straight to his waist, his face was chiseled and it s obvious he was well built, but wasn't bulky like Yusuke or Jin nor as slim as Kurama or Touya.
But what caught most peoples attention was that his eyes where closed and he had three pairs of ears and curling horns on his forehead and another set behind his ears, another man was talking quietly to Genkai, he was dressed in blue and red and jr tattooed on his forehead.
Yomi smiled down at Kurama never once opening his eyes.
"Hello to you too Kurama, it has been far too long, indeed, my dear friend."
"Alright, You dammed goat, move it, you not supposed to be here till tomorrow, and was looking forward to another day of demon lord free time!"
Genkai's rough tone interrupted their conversation; as soon as she had stopped talking, to the man in blue, whispers broke out of "Demon lord" and "my dear friend" as soon as she had finished talking.
"Well I had to be here Master Genkai, though Koenma-sama did not have to accompany me, after all my intended is fighting the day after tomorrow, is he not?"
Kurama spluttered and blushed profusely, but before he could protest, Hiei had stood, angered and said,
"You are not courting him, you haven't challenged him yet therefore he is not your intended."
He spoke with malice towards the aforementioned lord, the man in blue protested sensing his ill intent,
"Now Hiei, don't do anything rash, lord or not, you can not attack a lord of Makai"
Hiei snarled and the man in blue recoiled slightly "keep out of this Koenma –sama" sarcasm and mocking respect evident in his voice, Yomi merely smirked unperturbed.
"You are correct Hiei, but you'd need not be so protective, Hiei I will take good care of your Hahaue"
Hiei looked slightly startled but recovered his facial expression immediately, but not before Harry spotted, the faint blush, just slightly a faint dusting across the bridge of his nose, but it was so quickly replaced with murderous intent Harry dismissed it as his imagination.
He wondered vaguely, what was a Hahaue?
Hermione looked just as curious and made a mental note to look it up in the library.
Yusuke looked on bemused, he frowned, "Hasn't Kurama only just become of age though?" sudden realization dawned "And SINCE WHEN IS KURAMA HIEI'S FREEKIN' HAHAUE!?!"
Kurama looked faintly embarrassed and explained to Yusuke,
"I adopted Hiei years ago Yusuke and you forget I have known Yomi far longer then you have been Youkai. Besides he has not won me, yet"
A sly look was shot at Yomi, which was greeted with a confident smirk, when Touya pointed out the key word was "yet".
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That evening Harry went to see Hagrid and found about the Dragons, and warned Cedric as he was the only one that didn't know, as Madame Maxine and Karkaroff would do anything to win and Kurama apparently could smell them when he told him with a smile (though getting him away from Yomi was very hard, they were practically in separable and Hiei wasn't letting them out of his sight, and though Harry wouldn't admit it he was afraid of the dark haired male).
By the time the first task, Harry was incredibly nervous, so mush so he looked slightly green and yet Kurama seemed completely unshaken.
The time finally came the champions were called to the tent in the arena and Ludo bagman offered them a bag "ladies first" Fleur raised a shaking hand and put into the bag offered (that was smoking slightly) and drew back holding a perfect model of a dragon – a welsh green.
It had a number two around its neck, the same held true for Krum.
He pulled out a red Chinese fireball, with a number three.
Cedric pulled out a blackish blue dragon – a Swedish short snout, with a number one.
Kurama pulled out a pale purplish, pink dragon, with a long snake-like body birdlike wings, powerful looking legs, —a Japanese opal-eye with a number five.
Harry's stomach dropped and cold fear crept through his veins that left the horntail, the most dangerous; with weary resolution he pulled out his model, the little thing snarling up at him.
So when the cannon sounded, Cedric left the tent with tentative good lucks and an encouraging smile from Kurama, who was playing with his model of the opal-eye.
Slowly the numbers of champions dwindled till it was only Kurama and Harry, the cannon sounded once again, and just before he left Kurama whispered
"Keep out of its range and confuse it before you try anything"
Harry nodded tensely and wondered once again how Kurama had known his plan, but dismissed it when the curtain parted and he stepped out into the arena.
The crowed was shouting so harry took his chance and shouted: "Accio Firebolt! And ducked out of the way as a stream of fire was shot his way.
He waited praying that it worked with every fiber of his being, and then suddenly a whooshing sound alerted him to his Firebolt. He swung his leg over and was hurtling upwards, leaving the ground, the horntail, the crowd and his fear behind.
…He was back where he belonged.
It was just another Quidditch game and the horntail was just an ugly looking opposition.
He remembered Kurama's advice and made up his mind he shot down towards the horntail, but just before impact he swerved and spun round in dizzying circles round the dragons head, just out of reach.
Suddenly he made a dive for the golden egg his fingers brushed the egg but the added weight caused him to look up a split seconded to late and his shoulder was clipped by the dragons tail. He shot back upwards ignoring his stinging shoulder.
"Come on" he hissed "come and get me"
He got his wish the dragon lunged upwards, and Harry took his chance, and dived at the egg now unprotected bellow the dragon's belly. His fingers grasped the cold metal, prepared for the weight and shot straight back up into the air.
He's done it! Euphoria clouded his senses as he heard Ludo Bagman shouting
"Look at that, would you look at that, our youngest champion and the quickest so far! Astonishing!"
Harry saw the dragon keepers run forward to tame the dragon. As he landed by the entrance to the enclosure, Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody and Hagrid coming over to meet him.
He was immediately sent to the medic tent, Madam Pomfrey was livid, and "Dragons" she murmured in disgust. "Last year Dementors, this year Dragons, What next? "
Harry wisely kept quiet till Hermione and Ron came through the door of the tent.
Hermione squeaked "You were brilliant Harry!" but Harry was looking at Ron, who was very pale and staring at Harry like he was a ghost.
"Harry" he said seriously "I think who ever put your name into that goblet was trying to do you in mate."
"Caught on have you?" Harry said coldly "took you long enough"
Ron opened his mouth to apologize but harry stopped him, "its okay. Honestly. Forget it"
"But" Ron began "I really shouldn't -"
"Forget it" Harry interrupted and Ron grinned nervously
"Come on mate Kurama's up next"
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As the stood watching the arena from the entrance, they spotted Koenma and Yomi sitting by the judges, in pride of place.
His serine smile soon changed to a serious look as he faced the opal-eye. And silence fell.
Slowly mist began to form at his feet and his form began to change, the mist crawling up his form before he was completely obscured. Then suddenly the mist burst out wards violently and Harry recognized the man that now stood there.
He stood tall gold eye's glinting challengingly towards the opal-eye, as there eyes locked the dragons, and silvered wings rustled as the Young female took the challenge of the Youko.
Slowly the clawed hand of the fox reached into starlight hair and drew something out.
In a flash the Youko had moved, the split second the dragon had shot flames, the bright blue fire burning angrily at the place Kurama had previously stood, the female roared angrily, her pray had escaped.
Slowly and almost unnoticeably, plants began to grow around the dragons feet, then all of a sudden, great shoots of bamboo grew almost instantly, shooting up around the arena, hidden amongst the now dense foliage, a canine face smirked wolfishly.
The opal-eye confused at the sudden habitat change, had got its self tangled in the thick creepers that now wound them selves, around flailing limbs before were scorched into relinquishing there hold, by vibrant, cobalt fire, that raced between the trees, freeing the opal-eye.
The opalescent hide of the dragon shined it the blue light of the fires, as angry eyes searched for the, cause of their troubles. Powerful legs tensed before launching the lithe serpentine body into the sky, angelic wings beat powerfully to escape the creepers and vines lashing at her flanks.
A practice eye, diligently checking its brood, before searching for a glimpse of silver that would betray her foe,
…There…
They're amongst the vibrant green shoots a glimmer of silver flickered, and she dived, sleek wings tucked neatly into the beasts powerful sides, as she shot ferociously at the threat to her brood!
Glinting claws pierced and tore at the venerable and tender stalks of saplings but contacted with no flesh, the dragon halted its tirade confused, but whirled around.
Vines, hundreds of vines immediately burst from the ground binding her tight, holding the thrashing opal-eye down as slowly a figure melts from the back round a pale yellow flower outstretched towards the dragon, not fearing the powerful muzzle, now bound by thick vines the breadth of a forearm.
The elegant silver haired head, bowed before delicate lips blew the silken petals gently, the golden spores floated towards the powerful head, bowed forcefully and restrained.
Slowly heavily armored eye lids fluttered shut over shimmering jewel like eyes, as the great beast was lulled into slumber.
The fox like man stayed still for a moment ears twitching slightly, listening as if to gage whether the dragon was asleep or not, then he moved silently towards the brood of eggs, vines parting at his feet.
A smile bloomed on his face as he stood there surrounded amongst a mixture of lush and burnt foliage, tail swinging gently, a grate dragon laying bound at his feet, arm out stretched: a golden egg glinting in his hand.
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