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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
14,910
Reviews:
66
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Currently Reading:
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Wizard Hanyou
I know I should not really be beginning a new one. But how many HP/YYH crossovers do you see and Yaoi ones as well? Anyhow I hope you enjoy this first chapter, I have most of it figured out I just have to write the chapters along with my 7 other fics.
Well enjoy…
Wizard Hanyou
Chapter One
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It was dark the stars for once shining brilliantly in the darkened night while hidden clouds moved slowly aside to reveal the moon which shone brightly onto the darkened street from which power had been lost for that night.
In the street of identical houses number 4 stood out. Not because the garden was any different from the others or that the house looked any different, no it was a secret that the residences inside tried to hide.
Something flicked in the darkness a flash of colour that was not noticeable unless you were looking for it, a slight movement on top of the low wall as its ears lay back, tensing of the muscles and the figure pounced swiping its hands and killing its intended meal.
The lights flickered on along the street illuminating the boy that would have many people saying he was a creature not meant to exist. Licking his hand clean of his somewhat filling meal, he gathered his Youkai and again caused a power shutdown so anyone who looked out would not see him.
Jumping back onto the low wall he settled to wait on his haunches his clawed hands and feet gripping firmly to the brickwork as his black ears in the shape of a foxes flickered forward to listen for any scurrying footsteps that would signify his next meal.
A tail behind him, shaped as the tail of a fox but with a bit more fluffiness to it as he would grow out of as he got older, flickered slowly left and right the black colouring blending in with the darkness surrounding him, his eyes were a glowing emerald green perfectly balanced with a golden tint that showed his Youkai side.
Only when he went full Youkai would his eyes change golden and that only happened when he changed his form or lost control. This was the one who had saved the Wizarding World when he was a baby and sent to the Dursley’s to live as his only living relatives.
This was Harry Potter, 4 year old Halfblood Wizard and unknown to Wizardkind a Hanyou, one of the most dangerous of creatures on their magical creatures list. But to Harry it meant he would survive another day with his relatives.
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We demon’s are strange creatures to others that do not know us at a very young age we can understand everything that goes on around us. The first few weeks that my eyes did not open I already knew what my Parents scent was as well as the friends around them, I could understand normal conversation after the first week and by one year of age I was already walking around and talking.
The children of Youkai whether they are Half blood or not grow mentally at an astonishing rate. By my first year of age I was already mentally 3 years of age I could already walk, talk and I was beginning to learn how to write, hunt and fight.
You see we take in loads of information; for where my parents come from even if you are a young kit like myself you can be killed if you cannot fight and get the respect you need so you are able to grow.
The Makai is not a kind place and if you cannot defend yourself, you will die. It is that simple and even though my Parents and their friends did not live in the Makai when I was born, those lessons were taught to me from the very beginning.
No one knew except for my mothers mate that she was Youkai and that she was having a Hanyou for a son. It was too dangerous for anyone else to know for as with Silver and Gold Kitsune, a Black Furred Kitsune pelt is worth a lot of money in both the Makai and the Ningenkai for how rare we are.
It was partly for that reason my mother was chased out of her home in the Makai and came to the Ningenkai, but the reason she was hunted down in the Ningen plane I have no clue only a short memory that seems to be fragmented.
How do I know that the memory has been tampered with? For in Ningen years I was one and a half years of age I was mentally over 4 years of age and every memory in my mind I could remember with ease as well as the scents of people and places I had been to.
But that one night that took my mother, father and their friends away I have very vague memories.
If I were a Ningen it would not matter for I would not notice but from what I remember of my father’s teachings of Wizardry this has a very Wizarding feel to it or so my Youkai can distinguish.
Anyhow I must be alert and careful for if anyone of the Wizarding kind were to find out about me I would be put into prison and executed before I could blink. It is dangerous for a Youkai or Hanyou in this world and someday I hope to find a way to find my own kind.
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He swallowed the last of the raw bloody meat he had been hunting off the creatures around him, much more satisfying and appetising than what the Dursley’s served him.
Sometimes the scent of their own flesh made him hunger but he held back for days like this in the world outside the cage of a house surrounded by the voices of nature and the creatures living with them.
He crouched on the ground near some tulips and stretched out his hand towards them, a Youkai aura covering in hand. Almost instantly the plant seemed to go backwards in time going from a full fledged plant to its seeded state.
Picking it up, he reached into his hair and sprouting very fine roots curled them around the strands of his own hair anchoring it for later use. He had done this from most of the gardens around Privet Drive and then around some of the neighbouring streets as well, stocking up on his collection.
But what was his most favoured plant among all were not the red roses, which were more of a Silver’s choice, but the white roses instead.
Aunt Petunia loved to grow white roses and had some beautiful ones that she had given him from seed form to plant, after giving him a glare that said she hated him, she threatened him to be careful of the seeds and plant them under the window with the red roses.
He did so after picking out several seeds for his own collection and collecting the other coloured roses as well. Ever since then he had tried to be sent outside at night as much as possible so he could nurture the plants with his own Youkai, as he had been taught by his mother all those years ago.
The plants had flourished under his feeding of his Youkai and had all grown beautifully if not dangerous to everyone except the people who lived in the house as they kept him clothed and warm, though he had gotten many offers from his plants to kill the Dursley’s from them he had to decline though he had given them a boost of Youkai that time.
Standing up he ran over to the low wall and jumping landed on top of it without trying. He sat down on his haunches again his head tilted to the side as he gazed up at the moon that was slowly being covered by clouds.
Closing his eyes he breathed in the polluted air deeply, while scenting out the flowers fragrances and earthen smell. It was probably why he was caught off guard when a drop of rain landed on his head as he had not been looking for what the weather was going to turn.
Blinking open his eyes he brushed his shoulder length hair away from his face, always careful not to cut himself. Something he had learned in his first days, then another drop landed on him, then another until a downpour came down.
He flicked his ears getting the rain that had already fallen into them out and laid them back on his head not wanting to get any more rain in the sensitive areas.
Sniffing lightly he was able to figure from the scent of the weather that thunder and lightening would be streaking across the sky that night and would go way in after the rise of the sun, making quite a few Ningens unhappy when they would get up to go to work Uncle Vernon included.
Sighing slightly he got ready to get some sleep by the roses as he had been locked out that night, Vernon was probably hoping he would freeze in the winter night or at least catch some sort of disease so he could punish him.
Standing up he got ready to jump down off the wall, the rain a delightful aspect as he would not have to smell the pollution as much, when he heard the door behind him open.
Immediately what had been a Kitsune turned into a 4 year old Ningen male with messy hair that stuck up in all directions and was as short as they come.
“Potter!” It was hissed quietly but the shout could be heard through both their minds. Narrowing his emerald gaze he pretended not to be able to see his normal amount as his Demon form and soon came to a stop in front of his Aunt.
Her arms were crossed, her lips pursed as she stared hatefully down at her nephew as he watched her back with squinted eyes. Then with a sound of disgust thrust his glasses at him.
He took the frames back that had clear glass in them and placed them on his face, then he looked back up at her with that innocent look on his face. Her lip twitched as she pointed towards the cupboard.
“Get out of my sight! I do not want to see you again until morning and stop dripping on the carpet you ungrateful child!” He listened to her words and after she finished gave a soft ‘yes Aunt Petunia’ and walked to his cupboard.
After the door was locked after him he let the illusion of the cupboard being bare fade away. Instead of only seeing walls everything was covered in plants. Not the type that grew in the light but ones that lived in the dark.
It had been one of those mornings that Dudley and his gang had initiated Harry hunting that he had darted into the forest, while in that forest he fell down a hidden hole into an underground cave system.
Using his Youkai he began to find his way out of the underground caving system when he came upon one of the main caves that held loads of plants. In curiosity he had let his Youkai go and was surprised at the recognition most of the plants gave off.
Letting his eyes shut he brushed along the plants he had never seen, he got many vague images and words from the plants and putting them together realised he had found some of the plants of the Makai that had survived the separation of the two worlds.
Raining in on his Youkai he sent out a question if any of them wanted to come with him. Receiving mostly agreements from many of the plants he shrunk most of them to seed size and added them to the collection in his hair.
It was actually in that underground cave that he found that special white spirit rose along with several other colours that he took with him. With the finding of that rose he was finally able to create the whip that all spirit Kitsunes were able to do.
The others had other properties he could use but he kept that rose near the base of his hair for whenever he needed it in the future. Smiling he moved over to his ragged bed and after creating his nest curled up, he fed the Youkai plants around him.
Smiling he closed his eyes, happy being surrounded by his plants in his den and thought to the day he would escape, find a pack for himself and escape this fake family that hated him like he hated them.
Yes he would escape and once he did, he opened his eyes the gold showing instead of his emerald orbs, he would make the regret the day they ever laid eyes on him.
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End Chapter One
Japanese – English
Ningen - Human
Makai - Demon Realm
Ningenkai - Human Realm
Kitsune - Fox
Youkai - Full Demon
Hanyou - Half Demon
Hopefully you enjoyed that chapter. I’m off now to do that homework that is in for the last day of term so see ya all later.
Well enjoy…
Wizard Hanyou
Chapter One
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was dark the stars for once shining brilliantly in the darkened night while hidden clouds moved slowly aside to reveal the moon which shone brightly onto the darkened street from which power had been lost for that night.
In the street of identical houses number 4 stood out. Not because the garden was any different from the others or that the house looked any different, no it was a secret that the residences inside tried to hide.
Something flicked in the darkness a flash of colour that was not noticeable unless you were looking for it, a slight movement on top of the low wall as its ears lay back, tensing of the muscles and the figure pounced swiping its hands and killing its intended meal.
The lights flickered on along the street illuminating the boy that would have many people saying he was a creature not meant to exist. Licking his hand clean of his somewhat filling meal, he gathered his Youkai and again caused a power shutdown so anyone who looked out would not see him.
Jumping back onto the low wall he settled to wait on his haunches his clawed hands and feet gripping firmly to the brickwork as his black ears in the shape of a foxes flickered forward to listen for any scurrying footsteps that would signify his next meal.
A tail behind him, shaped as the tail of a fox but with a bit more fluffiness to it as he would grow out of as he got older, flickered slowly left and right the black colouring blending in with the darkness surrounding him, his eyes were a glowing emerald green perfectly balanced with a golden tint that showed his Youkai side.
Only when he went full Youkai would his eyes change golden and that only happened when he changed his form or lost control. This was the one who had saved the Wizarding World when he was a baby and sent to the Dursley’s to live as his only living relatives.
This was Harry Potter, 4 year old Halfblood Wizard and unknown to Wizardkind a Hanyou, one of the most dangerous of creatures on their magical creatures list. But to Harry it meant he would survive another day with his relatives.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We demon’s are strange creatures to others that do not know us at a very young age we can understand everything that goes on around us. The first few weeks that my eyes did not open I already knew what my Parents scent was as well as the friends around them, I could understand normal conversation after the first week and by one year of age I was already walking around and talking.
The children of Youkai whether they are Half blood or not grow mentally at an astonishing rate. By my first year of age I was already mentally 3 years of age I could already walk, talk and I was beginning to learn how to write, hunt and fight.
You see we take in loads of information; for where my parents come from even if you are a young kit like myself you can be killed if you cannot fight and get the respect you need so you are able to grow.
The Makai is not a kind place and if you cannot defend yourself, you will die. It is that simple and even though my Parents and their friends did not live in the Makai when I was born, those lessons were taught to me from the very beginning.
No one knew except for my mothers mate that she was Youkai and that she was having a Hanyou for a son. It was too dangerous for anyone else to know for as with Silver and Gold Kitsune, a Black Furred Kitsune pelt is worth a lot of money in both the Makai and the Ningenkai for how rare we are.
It was partly for that reason my mother was chased out of her home in the Makai and came to the Ningenkai, but the reason she was hunted down in the Ningen plane I have no clue only a short memory that seems to be fragmented.
How do I know that the memory has been tampered with? For in Ningen years I was one and a half years of age I was mentally over 4 years of age and every memory in my mind I could remember with ease as well as the scents of people and places I had been to.
But that one night that took my mother, father and their friends away I have very vague memories.
If I were a Ningen it would not matter for I would not notice but from what I remember of my father’s teachings of Wizardry this has a very Wizarding feel to it or so my Youkai can distinguish.
Anyhow I must be alert and careful for if anyone of the Wizarding kind were to find out about me I would be put into prison and executed before I could blink. It is dangerous for a Youkai or Hanyou in this world and someday I hope to find a way to find my own kind.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He swallowed the last of the raw bloody meat he had been hunting off the creatures around him, much more satisfying and appetising than what the Dursley’s served him.
Sometimes the scent of their own flesh made him hunger but he held back for days like this in the world outside the cage of a house surrounded by the voices of nature and the creatures living with them.
He crouched on the ground near some tulips and stretched out his hand towards them, a Youkai aura covering in hand. Almost instantly the plant seemed to go backwards in time going from a full fledged plant to its seeded state.
Picking it up, he reached into his hair and sprouting very fine roots curled them around the strands of his own hair anchoring it for later use. He had done this from most of the gardens around Privet Drive and then around some of the neighbouring streets as well, stocking up on his collection.
But what was his most favoured plant among all were not the red roses, which were more of a Silver’s choice, but the white roses instead.
Aunt Petunia loved to grow white roses and had some beautiful ones that she had given him from seed form to plant, after giving him a glare that said she hated him, she threatened him to be careful of the seeds and plant them under the window with the red roses.
He did so after picking out several seeds for his own collection and collecting the other coloured roses as well. Ever since then he had tried to be sent outside at night as much as possible so he could nurture the plants with his own Youkai, as he had been taught by his mother all those years ago.
The plants had flourished under his feeding of his Youkai and had all grown beautifully if not dangerous to everyone except the people who lived in the house as they kept him clothed and warm, though he had gotten many offers from his plants to kill the Dursley’s from them he had to decline though he had given them a boost of Youkai that time.
Standing up he ran over to the low wall and jumping landed on top of it without trying. He sat down on his haunches again his head tilted to the side as he gazed up at the moon that was slowly being covered by clouds.
Closing his eyes he breathed in the polluted air deeply, while scenting out the flowers fragrances and earthen smell. It was probably why he was caught off guard when a drop of rain landed on his head as he had not been looking for what the weather was going to turn.
Blinking open his eyes he brushed his shoulder length hair away from his face, always careful not to cut himself. Something he had learned in his first days, then another drop landed on him, then another until a downpour came down.
He flicked his ears getting the rain that had already fallen into them out and laid them back on his head not wanting to get any more rain in the sensitive areas.
Sniffing lightly he was able to figure from the scent of the weather that thunder and lightening would be streaking across the sky that night and would go way in after the rise of the sun, making quite a few Ningens unhappy when they would get up to go to work Uncle Vernon included.
Sighing slightly he got ready to get some sleep by the roses as he had been locked out that night, Vernon was probably hoping he would freeze in the winter night or at least catch some sort of disease so he could punish him.
Standing up he got ready to jump down off the wall, the rain a delightful aspect as he would not have to smell the pollution as much, when he heard the door behind him open.
Immediately what had been a Kitsune turned into a 4 year old Ningen male with messy hair that stuck up in all directions and was as short as they come.
“Potter!” It was hissed quietly but the shout could be heard through both their minds. Narrowing his emerald gaze he pretended not to be able to see his normal amount as his Demon form and soon came to a stop in front of his Aunt.
Her arms were crossed, her lips pursed as she stared hatefully down at her nephew as he watched her back with squinted eyes. Then with a sound of disgust thrust his glasses at him.
He took the frames back that had clear glass in them and placed them on his face, then he looked back up at her with that innocent look on his face. Her lip twitched as she pointed towards the cupboard.
“Get out of my sight! I do not want to see you again until morning and stop dripping on the carpet you ungrateful child!” He listened to her words and after she finished gave a soft ‘yes Aunt Petunia’ and walked to his cupboard.
After the door was locked after him he let the illusion of the cupboard being bare fade away. Instead of only seeing walls everything was covered in plants. Not the type that grew in the light but ones that lived in the dark.
It had been one of those mornings that Dudley and his gang had initiated Harry hunting that he had darted into the forest, while in that forest he fell down a hidden hole into an underground cave system.
Using his Youkai he began to find his way out of the underground caving system when he came upon one of the main caves that held loads of plants. In curiosity he had let his Youkai go and was surprised at the recognition most of the plants gave off.
Letting his eyes shut he brushed along the plants he had never seen, he got many vague images and words from the plants and putting them together realised he had found some of the plants of the Makai that had survived the separation of the two worlds.
Raining in on his Youkai he sent out a question if any of them wanted to come with him. Receiving mostly agreements from many of the plants he shrunk most of them to seed size and added them to the collection in his hair.
It was actually in that underground cave that he found that special white spirit rose along with several other colours that he took with him. With the finding of that rose he was finally able to create the whip that all spirit Kitsunes were able to do.
The others had other properties he could use but he kept that rose near the base of his hair for whenever he needed it in the future. Smiling he moved over to his ragged bed and after creating his nest curled up, he fed the Youkai plants around him.
Smiling he closed his eyes, happy being surrounded by his plants in his den and thought to the day he would escape, find a pack for himself and escape this fake family that hated him like he hated them.
Yes he would escape and once he did, he opened his eyes the gold showing instead of his emerald orbs, he would make the regret the day they ever laid eyes on him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
End Chapter One
Japanese – English
Ningen - Human
Makai - Demon Realm
Ningenkai - Human Realm
Kitsune - Fox
Youkai - Full Demon
Hanyou - Half Demon
Hopefully you enjoyed that chapter. I’m off now to do that homework that is in for the last day of term so see ya all later.