AN Alright, I am so sorry for taking so long to write this. It's totally Vathara's fault. I read Embers, and then I got obsessive about ATLA, and then was attacked by a veritable army of plot bunnies. Ugh. It was hard to inspire myself for the next chapter of this fic. Also, I had final exams, and I was trying to get a job.

Oh yeah, that reminds me . . . I got a job!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or Harry Potter. I really wish I did sometimes, though.

Enjoy!

Chapter 5: A Change in Perspective

"Ginny, have you seen my spello-tape anywhere?"

Harry watched fondly as his wife's bright red head peeked out from behind the kitchen door and she made a face at him for interrupting her cooking.

"Check your desk, bottom left drawer, underneath the invisible ink and your extra set of glasses."

"Already looked there." He said, almost apologetically. She huffed at him and tried again.

"The crib?"

"Got that too."

"Under your desk."

"Yep."

"How about behind the bookcase?"

"Yes, and before you ask, I did try an accio- it didn't work, must be stuck on something."

Ginny snorted and finally came all the way out of the kitchen, spoon in hand, with her wand stuck in a mass of red hair that he guessed was supposed to be a bun.

"The great Harry Potter, savior of the wizard world, can't find a roll of spello-tape?" Harry grinned sheepishly and shrugged. She looked him over critically, then gave him a wicked grin before walking over and running her hands through his pockets.

He blinked as she produced the small roll of the transparent tape he had been searching for.

"Oops, heh, no wonder accio didn't work, I already had it."

"Yeah, oops, he says." She thunked him on the head with her spoon 'gently.' "If the soup burns its your fault."

"That only took a few seconds." He paused, then reached a hand up into his thick black hair. "And now I need to go rinse my hair out!" He cried in mock indignation.

"Oh, you're such a baby."

He started down the hall and into the bathroom, but paused when he heard an urgent rustling noise. He frowned. It . . . sounded like it was coming from the window.

Green eyes narrowed as he unconsciously reached for his wand. He walked quietly over, until he was facing the curtained window.

He took a calming breath and held up his wand, then yanked back the thin layered material.

He swallowed at the sight that met him.

It was a small creature, about the size of a house elf. It was was blue grey color, with small slanted eyes that led into a beak like nose. It had feathery grey hair, with two horns sticking out near the front. Its claw like hands and feet were flailing helplessly, as it struggled to remove itself from several pale vines Harry didn't remember being there from the last time he looked out the window.

A demon. His eyes flicked back and forth, examining the rest of what was visible from behind the spell reinforced glass.

How did it find us?

Harry swallowed. He didn't want to take his eyes off of it, but he also had to warn Ginny.

He sent a well practiced patronus, his gaze not faltering for even a moment as silvery light left his peripheral vision. Seconds later, his wife was at the door.

"What is it?" She whispered. He nodded toward the window, and heard a sharp intake of breath as she saw what he was so worried about.

"Are there any more?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen any, but the last few times, there's been at least twenty."

"So, you think it's trying to get us to open the window- but we can't just leave it there, it might hurt the neighbors." Harry nodded.

"On the count of three then."

"One." They both raised there wands, preparing several spells in advance.

"Two." Ginny shut the bathroom door.

"Three!"

Harry flung open the window and let loose three knockout spells one after the other. They had learned early on that it took a lot more spell power to take down a demon. They were similar to giants in that regard.

The small thing twitched, then dropped its arms.

All was quiet.

Harry flicked his eyes towards Ginny, then took a tentative step forward. Another. And finally, he stuck his head out the window, sweeping his gaze across the yard, looking for signs of any others.

"Nothing." He muttered as he pulled his head back inside and looked down at the demon.

Ginny sighed in relief and dropped her arm, but kept a firm grip on her wand, just in case.

"I'll call Hermione, after we hear what she says, we'll get the ministry over here."

Ginny nodded. "You've got your mirror?"

"Yeah. I'll stay here and make sure it doesn't do anything." He lifted his head and sniffed the air. "Is something burning?" Ginny blinked, her eyes widened, and she growled and pulled open the door.

"Oh, great just- ugh, stupid demon interrupting. . " He heard her muttering to herself as she rushed to the kitchen to try and save dinner.

Hermione arrived just minutes after he called, pulling Ron in behind her.

"Hello Harry." His best friend said cheerfully, as Hermione completely ignored everyone and everything but the little creature still entangled in the vines (and quite a bit of rope, thanks to Harry's incarcerous).

"Hey Ron." He said, in a not so cheerful tone. He was watching Hermione mutter and wave her wand in small, specific shapes that only she knew the purpose of.

They stood there for quite a bit, waiting, until Hermione finally looked up.

"I don't think it's here because of you."

Harry blinked.

"What?"

She sighed and pushed a frizzed strand of brown behind her ear.

"Remember when I first started researching demons, and I told you that they were attracted to people or objects with a strong magical aura?"

"Uh . . " Ron began, that old look on his face that meant he hadn't a clue what they were talking about- which, in turn, meant Hermione would give them all an extensive recap that they didn't have time for.

"Yes." Harry cut in quickly, in an attempt to keep them on track. They didn't need to get stuck on that particular tangent again.

"Well, we thought Grimmauld Place would be alright, because the Fidelius keeps its magical aura completely hidden, but somehow, these plants absorbed someone's magical energy and attracted this," she pointed at the demon. "It was probably just looking for a snack, not searching for wizards, or you." Harry frowned, and stepped forward, eyeing the greenery.

"So, the plant absorbed some magical energy by accident, lured the demon here, and then the demon got stuck in it?"

"Something like that." She sighed and turned to the plant. "Watch this." She stuck pulled her magic mirror out of her pocket, and carefully began to inch it toward the plant. When it got within about a half a foot of the leaves, thin vine like roots shot out of the soil in the window box and grabbed the mirror. Hermione pulled her hand back sharply as the roots pulled the mirror tighter and tighter, until it shattered.

"That's seven years of bad luck, Hermione." Ron muttered, and she rolled her eyes. "So, do you get it?"

Harry frowned, and Hermione gave a small sigh.

"Look how violent it's acting. Even a plant enhanced by normal magical means wouldn't act like that around a simple mirror."

"So, the plant absorbed . . . a negative magical energy? Something dark?" Ron turned toward him. "Harry, is there something you need to tell us?"

"I haven't brought anything home from the office, and Ginny and I would never-" Hermione gave them both an exaggerated look of exasperation and interrupted.

"Think, Harry. Something with a magical aura- possibly a negative one- that came to your house recently." Harry paused.

"Well, there was Teddy, and . . . Oh. Kurama."

"I'm assuming that 'Kurama' is the name Teddy picked out for his kitsune?"

"Yeah." Harry said, and swallowed. This was not good. "So, it was a trap. Oh bloody- and I was the one who said it was okay. What was I thinking?" He ran a hand through his hair- and realized that the bits of splattered soup had turned into a crusty brown residue.

"We have to tell McGon-"

"Wait, Harry. Calm down."

"Calm down? Teddy's running around with a demon that's trying to lead more demons to us, and you want me to calm down?!"

"Yes. And if you'd just let me explain, I'll tell you why." Harry took a deep breath.

"Okay, tell me."

"Alright, first. This plant isn't just any weed. It's a carnivorous plant, most likely from Africa or South America. Which means Kurama planted it here on purpose."

"And how, exactly, is that a good thing?" He didn't even bother asking how she had figured all that out.

"It's a good thing because, it's supposed to capture demons." Harry frowned.

"What?"

"It's got some sort of trigger in it. It can pick up anything with a stronger than normal magical aura, and then capture it. Also, I have a theory, come here Harry." Harry stepped forward, and before he could do anything, she had grabbed his arm and shoved it out the window and toward the plant.

"What'd you do that for?" He yelped, struggling to pull his arm away from the carnivorous plant.

"Look, it's not doing anything." He paused, and looked. Sure enough, the plant wasn't responding at all.

"So . . .it doesn't respond to people."

"Nope." She moved Harry's arm out of the way, then pushed her arm forward. The little roots shot out again, and Hermione just barely got her arm out of reach in time.

She grinned. "It recognizes you Harry- and I'll bet it will recognize Ginny too. In fact, I'll bet it won't react to anyone who was around while Kurama was here." Harry's mouth opened slightly and he adjusted his glasses.

"That means, it's for protection."

"Exactly! It's amazing, like a security system- I wonder if he can tell when it captures something . . ."

Ron scratched his head. "So, what do we do now?"

"Well," Hermione grimaced. "I'm not sure . . . but I think if we just leave the demon here, the plant will eat it. I checked, it's not a very high class- which means it's not very intelligent. Also, I don't think the plant's aura is strong enough to attract anything any stronger." She glanced at Harry. "In fact, I believe the plant might have just projected a stronger aura to attract some food because it was hungry."

Ron blanched slightly, and Harry grimaced.

"So, you're saying that if we don't get rid of this thing, it will attract more demons and . . . eat them."

"Yes, but I think it would be a good idea to keep it around. If the demons who are looking for you do find out where you live, these plants will give you some extra time, and take out quite a few for you."

Harry frowned at that. "What do you mean by 'these,' Hermione?"

"Well, I checked. Teddy's fox was very busy while he was here. There's one at every window, and about five at the door."

Harry coughed. "He was busy." How did I not notice this?

He looked at his two friends, and thought through everything Hermione had just told him.

"Well, I guess this means we won't need to call the ministry here." He muttered. That was nice- the last thing he wanted was to have a bunch of ministry officials running around his house. Not to mention reporters using the incident as an excuse to invade his home. "Would you two like to stay for dinner?" There was a pause, during which Ron gave Hermione a pleading look, Hermione glared in an annoyed yet slightly amused manner, then rolled her eyes. She turned to Harry and gave him a smile.

"We'd love to stay for dinner." She paused, and glanced at Ron.

"You did call someone to stay with Rosie and Hugo, didn't you?" Ron paled slightly.

"Ehr . . . I think so?"

A/N If you're wondering why Ginny closed the bathroom door- they thought there might be more, and their three kids were home (presumably upstairs and away from danger)

So . . . there have been demon attacks on Harry, and possibly other members of the wizarding world. Dun dun dun! What shall happen next? Will we find out why? And is there someone orchestrating these attacks? The plot thickens! (okay, so there's still not much of one yet, but we're getting there, and it's only, like the second week.)

On a side note, reviews make me feel guilty when I'm not writing, and elated when I am writing, which is why you guys should post more. XP