I have had a lot more people look at this thing than I thought would. Since this is the first story I've written I don't know how many reviews a chapter is usually supposed to get. My first chapter has gotten a whopping two, whilst my second chapter is trailing slightly behind with a zero. I don't know if this means my writing has gotten worse, or what.

Anyway, I had a lot of trouble getting this chapter started simply because I had no idea what I wanted the hat to do. I've been writing this story by the seat of my pants, I've never been the kind of person to plan things through. Even now I'm writing this sentences as they come to mind. Can you tell? So that's part of the excuse for me taking forever. The other part is my laziness. It's mostly the second one's fault. I'm hoping to get a few more reviews with this one but only time will tell, yea?

Disclaimer: Every time i write this I die a little inside. *Sigh* Anyway, I don't own either Yu Yu Hakusho or Harry Potter. I only wish I could. Keep your fingers crossed and I might just be distantly related to the person that does and I might find the ownership in an inheritance. One can dream right...

Chapter 3

That was when the hat in front of the room opened up along a rip and did the unexpected...

Instead of opening with its yearly start of the year song, it seemed to focus on the new transfer students who looked back just as interested. And then it spoke.

"Welcome back children of Makai," the voice was much deeper than expected, and held a smoother quality than it had before," it has been too long since your kind have walked these hallowed halls. Welcome, welcome! May you learn as much as you teach, and leave here more complete than you came!" Many curious gazes settled on the four 'children of Makai.' Kuwabara seemed somewhat offended at first, but then just shrugged it off as inconsequential. Kurama and Hiei were now even more interested in this new place that might not be as new as they thought. Yusuke took note of what was said but was too busy constantly scanning the halls to care. None of his friends could really blame him. Every time he had to go somewhere new his life was constantly on the line. Why would now be any different?

Dumbledore had a brief look of understanding that was soon overpowered by his twinkling eyes. If one were to look directly into his eyes, there was no guarantee they would be able to see again anytime soon.

McGonagall's mouth thinned and she glared daggers at the hat, probably because it had disrupted an age old tradition. That that tradition was created by the hat itself didn't seem to matter to the strict teacher. Severus seemed mildly interested, but nothing more. The real surprise was Hagrid. He stood up so fast that his massive chair flipped over and banged on the cold unforgiving floor. At first people thought he was angry, but in reality he seemed to be more excited than anything. Unfortunately for everyone else, an excited Hagrid usually meant something big and scary was around the corner. Bless his soul, Hagrid was so large that anything that he would deem cute or lovable was downright terrifying to others. Flitwick, the diminutive professor seemed to have caught onto that, and cast a wary look at the new foreign students.

McGonagall, who seemed to have finally gotten over her initial distaste, cleared her throat and began calling out the names. No One really paid attention to the tiny first years as they were sorted; they waited with bated breath to see where the four 'children of Makai' would go. Before too long, it was the first ones turn

"Jaganshi, Hiei." Probably wasn't the best one to start with. Kuwabara cast a few cautious glances at the shortest of them all, minus the hair of course. The corners of Kurama's mouth lifted just slightly. Yusuke could barely control himself as he let out a few muffled coughs. The coughs only coincidentally sounded like little bursts of laughter. Yeah, coincidence... Hiei just made his way up to the stool where the seemingly harmless hat sat waiting patiently.

At first McGonagall had trouble getting the hat on the child sized demon, but in the end decided it was best to just let it sit on his hair. The hat sat there, a good six inches above his head, which led to both Kuwabara and Yusuke to go into coughing fits and Kurama's mouth to sporadically twitch, which he quickly hid behind his hand. It was no wonder why really. There sat an extremely powerful demon, feared in Makai as well as Rekai. There sat a proud warrior that had seen and been a part of countless horrors, with an old ragged hat sitting on top of his hair. Other than the humorous sight nothing else was really off about the sorting. It took the average amount of time. The only other thing that was different was the brief look of pain on the hat before it said with confidence, "SLYTHERIN!" There was some polite clapping all around, but no one really knew what to make of it.

Not long after it was the next of the fours turn. "Kazuma, Kuwabara." He walked up to the stool with his back straight and his head held high. The hat fit on him a little better, but his hair, which much resembled the King of Rocks own hairdo, stuck out the front quite a bit. Nothing adverse happened with him and he was quickly sorted into, "HUFFLEPUFF." All of his friends had seen that coming from a mile away. It was hard to find a more loyal and chivalrous man than Kuwabara.

Next up was, "MInamino, Kurama." He gracefully glided up the hall, and sat swiftly and surely onto the stool. He politely thanked McGonagall when she set the hat carefully onto his head. Some could tell she was trying to be careful not to mess up his beautiful hair. His sorting took longer than both Kuwabara and Hiei. The hat seemed conflicted at some points, and even confused at others. Finally a look of resignation came upon his patchwork face. "RAVENCLAW," was yelled, but to the close observer it still didn't seem all that satisfied. Too bad he was heading towards a table full of observant people.

Finally it was down to the very last person. "Urameshi, Yusuke." He quickly strutted up to the hat, with his hands crammed into his pockets. Sitting down with a pronounced grumble, he allowed the hat to be lowered onto his greased back hair. It seemed to fit him the best. It wasn't long at all before the hat shouted out the name of his chosen house. "GRYFFINDOR." At this the table made of reds and golds erupted into cheers. Yusuke quickly made his way over and sat down next what he felt would be some interesting friends. They just so happened to be a pair of very likable redheaded twins.

TBC

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