Forbidden Hybrid YYH/HP Crossover

Uhh I am so bad; I actually began to write this as my first YYH/HP Crossover but never posted it. But I changed my mind; hopefully you will enjoy this fiction as much as my others. Sorry for anyone awaiting an update on my other fictions they are slow in coming.

Well enjoy the fic at least:

Summery: Being born a wizard in no great feat as it happens quite regularly, but a child born of Wizarding and Youkai Origins? From both parents hiding their heritage? It can never happen ‘Yet it did’

Pairing: Hiei/Harry

Disclaimer: I don’t own HP or YYH only the plot I have created, I don’t make money from this either.

Warnings: None


Forbidden Hybrid
Prologue


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The night was a cool one, surprising considering the country he was in was normally hot through the day and warm at night.


Carefully he darted through the trees making sure to not allow any sound to penetrate the surrounding area.


Though he moved quicker than the eye could see, he was unnatural in his quietness. A reminisce of the short time he had spent with his relatives.


Glancing around him with glowing green eyes that were piercing through the darkness, he chose the direction he needed to go and moving his speed increased until not even a blur remained.


Darting through the branches that were slowly becoming more and more scarce as he was coming to the outskirts of the forest, he kept an ear out for his pursuers sharp teeth gritted in a snarl of frustration as he could not shake them off from his trail.


Leaping once more he landed on the ground, now walking to conserve his energy after not stopping to rest for over four days, his mind and body exhausted.


Looking around at the trees he saw one hollowed out and heading in that direction to rest, the cloak around him silent with his movements.


Resting a gloved hand on the bark, glad the material was strong enough not to be ripped by his claws, he looked around the interior hoping it would be adequate enough for him to rest until his energy returned.


Leaning foreword his long black hair, around mid back, fell around his face making him irritably push it back annoyed that the ribbon he had used to tie his hair back had been lost in his flight.


Then his eyes widened are he realised why they could find him so easily, they were tracking his position through a material he had owned and had been close to his Youkai.


Clenching his fist he cursed to himself in his mind, not believing he had made such an amateur mistake.


His pointed ears twitched as he heard the tell tale sounds of Apparation, growling in frustration he darted across the ground, his pursuers following him with deadly intent to either capture or kill they cared not which.


Clearing the trees he stopped at the edge of a clearing his eyes quickly searching for a place to hide and recuperate, preferably with wards to stop the Ningen Magick from locating his position.


Hearing a spell shouted behind him made him spur into flight again, his feet a blur against the ground as he dodged through the spells and curses around all aiming to hit but missing with his impressive speed.


Coming towards another clearing where he could see a Ningen establishment and smell the mortals beyond made him try to change his trajectory; leaping from his position on the ground he tried to use the truck of a tree to change his angle of flight.


This was a crucial mistake, while in the air he was not able to change his direction very well and a slicing hex glanced off his arm, throwing him into the clearing with the backlash of the over powerful spell.


Snarling out loud he landed on his feet, stumbling slightly his balance shaken by the abrupt change. Fangs bared he cradled his arm from which blood was dripping down, the laceration open to the air.


Hearing footsteps and voices made him turn his head towards the noise, his green eyes narrowing in distrust and betrayal for the people he had put his life on the line for.


Watching several Wizards and Witches with wands trained on him come out into the clearing made his instincts go wild, wanting to be away hidden to protect himself from the Wizarding kind and Ningens in general.


One Wizard stepped foreword drawing his attention, his eyes now glaring at the unfortunate Wizard, part of the banes of his existence.


“Hanyou, you are to be tried by the Ministry of Magic. If you do not come quietly we will be forced to use extreme measures to bring you in.” He did not say anything only to glare even more vicious at the speaker making him sweat and the rest of them all nervious.


Growling was then heard as the Wizarding kind began to tighten their circle around him, looking left and right he got more and more tense, not liking his ways out being blocked off.


See blocking off his exits was not a good idea, many things happened around him when he got trapped and most of them always ended up bad for the receiving party.


Letting go of his arm he brought his hand up to chest height, his energy being drawn to that one place making the whole palm and fingers glow a reddish colour. Gritting his teeth, eyes narrowed he allowed his instincts to rein and fire seemed to bloom from the palm of his right hand.


This made all the Wizards and Witches stop while they exchanged glances uneasy with the fireball in the Hanyou’s hand. Lifting up his other hand whilst ignoring the blood still coming from his wound, he conjured a second fireball the flames doing nothing to harm himself or his clothing.


Then tensing his legs he lunged towards the Ningens establishment whilst throwing the fireballs ahead of him. Most of the Magic folk dodged to the sides out the way and the few who didn’t screamed in agony as the fire consumed them, magic doing nothing to help them.


Using his speed he moved through the bodies of the ones who did not move from his attack and raced away, desperation in his movements as the blood loss started to get to him.


Coming into what seemed to be a courtyard caught him off guard once more and a spell from above caught him in the side, throwing him into the large open doors of the building beside him.


‘Shimatta they are using broomsticks as well to attack me’ Landing on his feet once more with one hand placed in front of him to stop an ungraceful tumbling made him feel slightly put out.


Staggering upright he looked down at his left side which made him snarl a curse about the Magic folk, his left hand was all but useless to him, while his leg was bleeding from the ferocity of the fire curse and why was it getting brighter and brighter?


“OI! GET OUT OF THE WAY!” Lifting his head he looked in the direction of the shout and saw the most massive energy ball he had ever seen, watching it in disbelief for a long second he then gritted his teeth and ignoring his pain forced himself to move.


Now he would have gotten out of the way of the ball of energy had a spell not come in from the door of the building and caught him in the back. Crying out in agony he faltered in his movement as the Crucio curse coursed through his body.


Gritting his teeth he looked up at the ball of energy that was speeding towards him, determination coursed through his body and even with the pain of his wounds and the curse he still tried to get out the way.


It was not enough the energy ball caught him within its boundaries and with a cry of pure pain as it went into his left side throwing him into the wall with a crunching sound cutting off his cry.


His eyes were wide as was his mouth as nothing moved, then he slid down the surface leaving a red streak behind until finally his feet hit the floor and he toppled onto his stomach.


Pushing himself up slowly his arms shaking, he lifted his head blinking rapidly as the world seemed to turn on its axis around him. Feeling sick he shut his eyes trying to hold his balance on arms that seemed to rapidly be turning to jelly.


Bowing his head once more he swallowed a pulsing pain making itself known from nearly every part of his body, a whimper clawed itself from his throat a stubborn pride keeping him from making a fuss.


Then he felt the tip of a wand harshly being pressed into the back of his throat as a hand gripped his hair tightly and wrenched him off the floor, this time the cry of agony could not be held back his roar sounding throughout the room as he acted on instinct.


Twisting round even in the tight grip he brought up his legs and kicked his assailant off him, several hairs coming loose with the jarring movement. Falling back onto the ground he hissed in warning as he curled into a defensive ball, fire his main element, sprung around him to keep everyone away exhaustion having caught up to him.


Distantly he felt someone come through the flames, the sounds of battle coming form behind the barrier, and kneel at his side. Shifting slightly as a hand was placed on his forehead he opened his dull green eyes, the normal red hue quite prominent at this moment in time as he looked upon the other.


Red eyes looked back at him, as a scowl formed on the others face. Black hair seemed to defy gravity while a small patch of blue fell near the middle of the others forehead. Lifting up his unharmed hand he gripped the others clothing, the other shifted to look upon his own gaze and the red eyes widened in surprise if shocked to see him awake.


Swallowing painfully his gaze glazing over as he began to surrender to his exhaustion and pain, he spoke very briefly wanting the other to know who he was.


“Mi name Harry.” After that he collapsed weakness driving his instincts insane with terror as he realised he was not safely hidden away until his wounds could heal. Struggling he slowly drifted away body completely limp, eyesight blurring under the others assessing and slight questioning gaze.


Just as he lost his hold on consciousness he heard the other reply to his unasked question, the one thing that would settle his instincts and get him to rest.


“I am Hiei.”

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End Prologue.


Wow hope you enjoyed that chapter.


Translations:
Japanese - English

Shimatta – Damn it
Ningen – Human
Youkai – Demon