an: okay before we start this chapter there are several things that need to be said.

First, I am planning a fanfiction to be started round about christmas by which time I will hopefully have finished remember me, like I said hopefully. It is a hp lotr crossover with slash pairings, see coming soon on my profile page, but i'm struggling to decide which of the lotr characters to pair harry with. There is a poll at the top of my profile and I would be grateful if you said what you think. Multi options are aloud but only up to 5.

second, I would like to remind you that next chapter harry gets his first pet, and ideas would be appreciated.

third several of you have asked questions to do with the plot, listed below are the questions and answers please don't ask a question that has already been asked as that is just wasting my time by reading it and your time by asking it but by all means ask questions and I will answer them if I can.

Yoruko Rhapsodos:

How come you're just copying the actual book with a couple of added words or lines to account for Yusuke?

reply:

at the moment I'm taking out paragraph's and adding sentences for yusuke, but either during this chapter, 'the keeper of key's', or the one after that, diagon alley, it's going to start getting more au until it only follows the basic plot. e.g. hedwig isn't in this fanfiction as Harry's pet, and i have some major changes for the journey to hogwart's.

loretta537:

so in this story yusuke and harry are two separate people? does yusuke ever tell harry anything about lily and James? will yusuke ever tell harry about himself and the rest of the gang? will there be an email/friend invite arriving for one of the yuyu hakuso gang from a 'yusuke pulled a kurama'

reply:

yes in this story, yusuke and harry are 2 separate people, yusuke being Harry's alter ego. I do have planned a scene concerning harry and yusuke discussing his parent's, but I'm not going to spoil it for you. no there won't be an email or any digital contact that requires a computer to the yuyu gang but they will be in this fanfiction. that is a very good idea though , and I would be delighted to see someone else have a go at it.

Now that that's over with down to business.

Yusuke talking in Harry's head

harry replying to Yusuke in his head

disclaimer: I do not own any of the anime or book's I use.

Chapter 3 – the deputy headmistress

BOOM. They knocked again. Dudley jerked awake.

"where's the cannon?" he said stupidly. Yusuke snickered from his safe corner in Harry's mind.

There was a crash behind them and Uncle Vernon came skidding into the room. He was holding a rifle in his hands.

"oh! That's what the package was!" yusuke stated despite the situation.

There was a pause. Then -

SMASH! The door flew off its hinges, illuminated from behind by a red light, and flying across the room before breaking into fragments as it hit the wall.

Standing in the door frame was a strict looking women wearing what looked like a green dress, her greying hair was pulled into a tight bun and partly covered by a black hat similar to one people buy for Halloween.

She looked around the small, falling apart, wooden cabin with a look of obvious distaste, before stepping into the threshold, leaving them to marvel at the fact she wasn't even wet.

She pointed what looked like a well polished stick at the fire place, before muttering something under her breath, and a ball of flames burst from the end landing the shrivelled up crisp packets from earlier and starting to crackle merrily. The light from the fire lit up the room, making shadows dance on the walls, and providing warmth despite the cold wind of the storm outside coming from the hole where the door used to stand. She pointed the stick at the door fragments, once more muttering something under her breath, before the pieces lifted themselves off the floor, fixed themselves so that once again it was door before placing itself back on its hinges.

The woman turned her attention back to the room, scanning over the rooms occupants, before her eyes came to rest on harry; taking in his thin form, over-sized clothes and broken, cheap glasses. A look of horror and fury crossed her eyes for a brief second before disappearing, leaving harry to wonder if it was ever really there in the first place.

"Mr. potter," she said in a voice that told harry she was used to people listening to what she had to say, and wouldn't put up with any messing around. " My name is professor mcgonagall, I'm deputy headmistress and the transfiguration professor at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I trust your guardians have told you about Hogwarts?"

Harry shook his head, not quite trusting himself to speak. The professor, if that was really what she was, froze up with her lips pursed as if she had just sucked a lemon, and she appeared to be fighting a fit. Uncle Vernon lifted the rifle slightly higher in, what he obviously hoped, was an intimidating manner, but his trembling knees gave him away.

"i see," she forced out. "and what may I be so bold as to ask have they told you about your parents?"

"t-t-they were dr-drunks that got themselves killed in a c-car crash." harry stammered out, then just to be safe added "miss." onto the end.

"Then let me be the first to tell you that your parents were not 'drunks' but respectable witches and wizards. In fact they were two of the smartest and bravest students I ever had the honour to teach. I am guessing that your 'guardians'," she spat out the word like she was talking about some sort of rodent. "have withheld your letter." she said this in a tone that said she wasn't guessing at all, but harry ignored this fact in favour of watching her fish through a pocket for something with a growing sense of excitement.

Finally after what seemed like hours but in reality was only minutes, she pulled out one of the faded parchment envelopes with the emerald writing that harry had been trying to get since he started receiving the, and handed it to him. He took it with trembling hands, inspecting the insignia, imprinted in the purple wax before breaking it and opening the letter. Two pieces of yellow parchment were folded inside. He took one and opened it before reading out loud:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(order of merlin, first class, grand sorcerer., chief. Warlock, supreme mugwump, International confederation. Of wizards)

Dear Mr Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 july.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva Mcgonagall

Deputy Headmistress

"What does it mean they await my owl?" harry asked looking up at the professor who had been studying him carefully whilst he was reading.

"Most wizards have an owl to send their post with, muggleborns, or wizards such as yourself who have been raised by muggles, usually send their reply with the owl who bought the letter. In your case though I shall deliver your reply personally. You can get your own owl tomorrow when I take you shopping for your school supply's in diagon alley tomorrow."

Harry nodded to show his understanding before picking up the second letter.

"Keep that one safe Mr potter, it's a list of items you will need for school."

Uncle Vernon, who up to this point had been cowering in a corner, hoisted the rifle back up, pulling himself to his full height, which wasn't very high at all, before saying in what he clearly hoped was a tone of authority,

"He won't need that list, because he won't be going. I won't pay to have you and your school of freaks teach him magic tricks."

professor mcgonagall straightened her back and said clearly,

"I'd like to see you try and stop him, I can't see what harm that inflatable shark your holding can possibly do."

An expression of confusion crossed Uncle Vernon's face, before he looked down at his rifle, or at least what was his rifle. The gun was now a blow up shark similar to the ones you can get from theme parks. He looked at it for a few minutes as his brain registered this fact before he yelped and dropped it. It hit his toe with a THUNK sound, as it changed back into a gun.

Harry watched in fits of laughter as his Uncle hopped up and down for a few minutes holding his foot before he quickly grabbed his son and wife's arms and pulling them into the safety of the other room.

Harry turned back to his future professor in time to catch a glimour of amusement in her eyes before it was covered up the same as the emotions from earlier.

"Come along Mr potter, I'll be damned if we're staying here for the night." she said standing up from the couch she had occupied since fixing the door. Harry gave her a look of curiosity, shyness having long since gone.

"How are going to get anywhere else? Its to dangerous to get a boat and that's the only way we can leave."

professor mcgonagall ignored the question instead grabbing his arm and taking out the stick, which harry had guessed by now was a wand if some of the fairy tales were true, and waving it in a complicated pattern.

The next thing he knew he felt like he was being squeezed through a tube, before being deposited in what could only be a pub.

"welcome Mr potter," said professor mcgonagall "to the leaky cauldron.

The company that sat round the table was a grim one. At the head of the table sat a teenager, wearing a blue tunic with a red scarf. He had noble brown eyes, with hair of the same colour and a green pacifier bobbed in his mouth as he reread the papers in front of him for what must have been the thirtieth time. On his left a red head was in deep discussion with the carrot top next to him. The red head was the typical pretty boy prodigy, with three fan clubs, the highest grades in the city and protective feelings for those he called family. His hair reached down past his shoulders and reflected the light showing it was well cared for. He wore the pink uniform the boys at his school were forced to wear. The only thing which had really changed in the last eleven years was his eyes which once shone a vibrant emerald and sparkled with life, were now a dull forest green and held a sense of loss.

The carrot top could be described as the street fighter type, his hair was styled in a 1950s punk pompadour style, with a tall muscular build. He had high cheek bones, a pointed nose and narrow grey eyes, and were there was once a cocky smile there was now a serious expression only worn by those who have learnt the heard way that life isn't all fun and games.

Flying above the table was another red head. A small white horn was nestled in his wind tossed locks, long pointy ear flapped as they were tickled by his hair. His eyes were blue as the sky, but were once there was a mischievous glint, there was now broken dullness, and his ever present grin was now forced in an effort to cheer up his friends.

He was watching the last two present argue about which of them was stronger but anyone who new them could see there was no heart in the banter.

The smallest of the two made up for his lack of height with his gravity defying pitch black hair. He had demonic red eyes, and was dressed entirely in black, in fact the only other colour on him was the white star burst at the front of his hair.

The taller of them had colourful hair, grey with a green fringe slicked back against his head. His eyes were the same startling blue as his floating companions, and bore the same sombre expression the only difference between there eyes being his lack of pupils. He wore a one shoulder tunic decorated with a large lavender gem, yet he did not appear to be cold.

The teen at the head of the table cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the strange company seated around the table.

"I know your all probably wondering why you here," he started, pausing to glance at them as they all nodded, "i know you all probably have things you need to be doing. Before I tell you why I gathered you all here I must ask that you save any question's until I have finished talking." he continued, again waiting until they all nodded before he started talking again. "as you know eleven years ago, we sent your team mate, the spirit detective of the time on a case on his own." he saw flashes of pain and confusion on their faces as soon as he mentioned the last detective. "We sent Yusuke Urameshi to fight a demon who we had judged as a low class demon." he heaved as sigh before continuing "we judged wrong. By the time we realized our mistake it was

to late. The thing is, his soul was never found! We didn't bother to mention it to you as we did not want to get your hopes up when it could have been a case of his soul being completely destroyed. However recent events have come up which lead us to believe that he pulled a similar stunt to what yoko kurama did, when his body was destroyed." he paused to let them digest this information and exchange curious, slightly hopeful glances. He picked up the remote that controlled the screen behind him. When he turned it on it was on a picture of puu in his small penguin like form.

"the first event is that we found puu, alive, healthy and still flying around. That at least shows us that yusuke's soul is still in human world. The ferry girls are currently taking care of him. The second event took place last night, it didn't last very long, but for a few seconds his spirit energy flared somewhere in England."

There was silence for a few minutes after the teen finished. Then...

"koenma, if yusuke has done what I did, why hasn't he come to Japan? Is there any way we can track him down?" the red head with the long hair asked.

"good question. We have already tracked down his current location and going from that we can tell which school he's going to. We have two problems though. One his school is a boarding school, unless you attend you can't get close to him. And two? There are at least four hundred students attending this school, you would have to take puu with you to tell who he is. There is a way we can get you into the school as students, but you would have to be willing to take a type of herbal drink every month so that you would be the right age. Think hard about this. Do you still want to go?"