Family 2

Disclaimer-no, I do not own Harry Potter or YuYuHakusho.

Chapter 3

A not so flashy clothing store had surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, caught Harry’s eye while they were trekking around. It wasn’t lit up with the florescent lights that many of the others promoted. The clothes were casual and for the majority, fairly simple. Though, Kurama guessed, Harry’s clothing choice gave a lot of lee-way for any changes in fashion.

Kurama looked amusedly at the shirt in his hands. Worn with slacks, it would make a fine dress shirt, though he pondered, Yusuke could easily change the look to punk if he pushed up the sleeves and wore it open. The selection was quite versatile.

He turned to smile at Kuronue and dropped the shirt into the basket Kuronue was watching over. Shoes, socks, underwear, pants, shirts… the basket was piled high. Kuronue scowled back, though his eyes betrayed him. They watched Harry looking at another rack, hesitantly looking back at them every once in a while.

It was a bit adorable, if a boy his age could be adorable.

“Err… Do you think this will be good?” Harry looked a bit more directly at the two demons and held up a moss green button up. He looked at the rack again. “I… Err… I don’t see anything else I like.” Looking back at the two again he shrugged slightly, “So… Is this okay?”

Kurama nodded encouragingly, “Yes. It will be fine.” He beckoned the boy closer and reached out for the shirt, “I think it will make your eyes stand out more. Wont it Kuronue?” He elbowed his lover teasingly.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rested his free hand on Harry’s shoulder reassuringly. “It’ll look great.”

After a not so short wait in the check out line they were on their way to the exit.

“Harry?” Kurama caught Harry’s wandering attention easily. “Do you want to go meet some of my friends? I was just thinking about going to see Yusuke. I think you’d like him.”

At Harry’s small nod he continued speaking, “You’ll have to watch out for his English.” He winked at the boy, “He’s not very good at it. No practice and all play doesn’t make him a good learner.”

Harry laughed slightly and nodded again.

“Say what,” Kuronue broke in, “I’ll help teach you Japanese and translate, okay?” he bumped Kurama out of the way with his hip. “It’ll be fun. Languages are like puzzles.” He grinned playfully, “Just don’t let it frustrate you, okay?”

The automatic door opened before them with an audible ‘whoosh’ and Harry quit walking.

The person on the other side was unwelcome for them all. Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“Mr. Potter,” He stepped forward in an almost threatening manner, had he not been a man with a long white beard. “Come here,” the twinkle that was usually in his eyes was quite non-existent. “You are going back to your aunt.”

“Harry, stay with Kurama,” Kuronue strode forward in an obviously threatening manner. It was a bit pleasing that the other shoppers were giving the two weird looks and keeping out of their way. At least they had some sense.

“Whoever you are, you have no say in this,” the headmaster’s tone was dismissive and the old man barely spared the man a glance. Sharp blue eyes didn’t leave Harry’s face.

Kuronue snorted and added a swagger to his walk, purposely making himself seem every part the ruffian. “Read this,” he growled, fishing in his back pocket for a slightly mussed envelope and handing it forcibly to Dumbledore who read it.

RIGHTS OVER THE MINOR GIRLS LEFT TO THE EVANS-

1. As birth parents they may check in on the girls without any warning.

2. If the found that the girls are in a condition or their house’s condition doesn’t meet they living requirements that they approve of they may remove the girls at any time.

3. If at anytime, the birth parents wish to have the girls back they have the right to take them back.

4. If any powers of heritage appear in the girls or anyone related by blood (child, grandchild, great grandchild, etc.) then the birth parents Kuronue and Youko have the right to the offspring.

5. If anyone related to the girls are kept in conditions that Kuronue or Youko do not agree with, they may remove the child with out preamble or consent, they may or may not give up to 24 hours for the problem to be fixed.

6. They don’t have to financially support any children or any offspring. No one will look for them for financial support.

7. They have the right to object to any new school or tutor that the girls or offspring are admitted to. If they don’t agree, they may find a school or tutor of their choice to teach the child or offspring in question.

“What does this have to do with Mr. Potter?” said the headmaster finally asked. He didn’t see how the letter could by any way shape or form be related to his dear ‘boy-who-lived’.

Kurama spoke up from behind the two. His arm was wrapped almost possessively around Harry’s shoulders and he managed to pull off a pretty impressive leer. “I am Youko Kurama.” He made an odd hand gesture towards himself, “And that,” he swiftly pointed at Kuronue, “Is Kuronue.” Harry was pulled a tad closer to his body, “And… This is Harry Potter, son of Lily Potter nee Evans.”

Kuronue took over from there, his feet making loud taps as he strutted towards the headmaster. “Any offspring from the Evans line is our responsibility. We are going to take care of him from now on and…” his smirk was mocking and he shrugged lazily, “There. Is. Nothing. You. Can. Do.” He tossed his head and his long black hair fell in ripples over his left shoulder. “Got it?”

The headmaster scowled, “You think I will believe such nonsense?” He crumpled the paper in his hands, “There is no way you could be anything more than a few years older than Harry! You have no rights over the boy!”

“Headmaster,” Kurama continued the tennis match, keeping the very stressed and slightly shaking Harry by his side, “I am no child. I am more than ten times your age.”

“Mind your manners, boy.” Kuronue pitched in mockingly, his fangs bared in his sneer.

Dumbledore blinked and his eyes widened, the first thing he thought of came out of his mouth, “Vampire!” His wand was out within a few seconds and pointed straight at a surprised Kuronue.

“Vampire? You idiot! How can I be a vampire?” Kuronue sent an exasperated look at Kurama. “Vampire??”

“It’s your teeth, dear. For a fruit bat, you have very sharp teeth.”

“Fruit bat! I’m an omnivore Kurama!”

Not for the first time the headmaster was feeling a bit lost. If not a vampire, then what? Why were they going through so much trouble to kidnap Harry?

Harry interrupted them with a tug on Kurama’s shirt. “Err… Kurama? Can we go back?” His green eyes for once looked directly into Kurama’s. “He has his wand out,” he answered Kurama’s inquisitive look.

“Ahh,” he nodded.

“Dumbledore.” Kuronue spoke out for one last parting shot, “If you think Harry’s going back to your school, much less the Dursley, you’ve got another thing coming! Keep bothering us and it will be no!”

“You have no right to dictate that! It’s against the law for him not to!”

He sneered yet again, knowing that the others were leaving already, “Fool. It’s in the notice. We are the ones in control of that. Not you, not your government.”

The headmaster dismissed it, “It doesn’t matter. He is going back to his aunts where you won’t be seeing him again. He will be on the train September 1st.” He moved to pass Kuronue but was blocked.

“You, headmaster Dumbledore, have no power outside of Hogwarts. You need to remember that. Leave!”

“Mr. Potter will come with me, now!”

“Goodbye headmaster!” Harry called back.

“I don’t want to go back… I’ve nearly died every year… And my friends aren’t mine. He paid them!” his hands gripped Kurama’s wrist.

“Its okay, Harry… You won’t, you won’t.”

The hustle and bustle of the city went on around them while they headed towards more stores, still waiting for Kuronue to catch up.

One Kuronue was with them again, Harry spoke up, “Can we stop by the bookstore?”

Kuronue looked vaguely amused at his question or expression, it was not known. “We need to, so yes. ‘Ey…” he grinned cheerfully, “feel free to get any extras you want, okay?”

Kurama added in, “Yes, I agree, and let’s go to the Plant Shop after that.”

Harry’s expression lit up like a Christmas tree.

The boy disserved to be spoiled a bit.

To be continued…