DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yami no Matsuei or Harry Potter… but I have my ways, yes I do!

RATING: R (For swearing and possible sexual content)

SUMMARY: After meeting the newest Shinigami to the Shokan division, Hisoka realizes that he must go and protect the said Shinigami's godson - also at the request of Tatsumi. But all is not in black and white - there are shades of gray which will attach to the young empath and draw him deeper and deeper into darkness. After all, when one is already dead, they can not die again… thus being the perfect weapon. [Yami no Matsuei/Harry Potter]

Silence. That was the only thought that was in Kurosaki Hisoka's mind, as he stared absentmindedly at the sheet of paper in front of him. He was meant to be filling out details of the last investigation he'd been assigned to, but, for some reason, his heart just wasn't in it. Not that his heart ever was, but normally he could muster up enough willpower to actually complete the damn thing.

Where was this willpower? It was probably outside, dancing in the sakura, just like he wanted to be. But, no! He was the one who always had to complete these bloody reports, because everyone knew that the day that Tsuzuki actually sat down and wrote two lines would most likely be the apocalypse.

He looked at the mirror that Tsuzuki had dumped helpfully on his desk the other week, incase he ever wanted to peep at his own reflection. He had then pointed out dryly that he saw enough of himself every morning when he got up to brush his teeth with the peppermint toothpaste Tsuzuki had kindly bought for him, thank you very much. He was never quite sure why Shinigami had to brush their teeth, but to prevent bad breath he'd complied.

Green eyes looked dully back at him, as did soft honey brown hair and pale skin. He poked the mirror, altering his reflection slightly. He hated his face; he hated himself. But what was one to do? Suicide was out of the question. He supposed he could take himself to the after-after life, but he wasn't all that sure it existed, and wasn't about to find out.

He observed his own eyes for a moment, not feeling in the least bit impressed. Pure green eyes were a rarity, and it was said that those who had them had power. He snorted. Power? What power? The power of voodoo?

"Who do? You do," he murmured, as nimble fingers traced the outlines of his face in the mirror.

Any case, Hijiri had them also, which said something. Maybe those with green eyes where cursed. After all, Hijiri had been targeted by a large homicidal dog-type spirit, and he'd been targeted by a not-so-large homicidal man-type… thing.

"Oi! Bon! Are you in here?" a voice sang happily, a blonde head poking itself into the room, interrupting his self-inspection.

"No, I'm not. Really," Hisoka said dryly, putting the mirror quickly down on his desk. He'd put it down so hard that it had broken, a hairline crack appearing down the middle, distorting his image. Well, if that wasn't a bad omen for something, he didn't know what was.

"There's a big surprise, and I think Bon would like to see it," Watari said, still in a singing tone, looking completely nonplussed about Hisoka's sarcasm. Hisoka often speculated his was used to it by now - much like Tsuzuki.

"No, Bon does not want to see it. Bon has to finish his report which his stupid partner didn't - wouldn't - couldn't - do," Hisoka snipped back, shooting daggers at the blonde scientist. God, what would it take for him to go away, so that Hisoka could just mope in peace?

Watari looked thoughtful, as he stuck his head further in, silky blonde strands falling over chocolate brown eyes in disarray. "Can Tsuzuki even read?" he asked curiously, causing Hisoka to let out a apathetic sound.

"I don't know… yes? No?" Hisoka grumbled, slamming the broken mirror into the top draw of his desk. The glass cracked further; the split down the middle broke in half horizontally, turning the crack into four quarters. Forget bad omens, he thought irritably, I'm going to have bad luck for seven years.

"I suppose he'd have to, right?" Watari pondered, tapping his chin as he leant on the door, the gears in his brain obviously turning.

"I don't know, Watari!" Hisoka cried, throwing his hands in the air. The scientist stared at him curiously, blinking much like 003 would.

"Are you okay, Bon?" Watari asked gently, previous silliness forgotten.

"I don't know… yes? No?" Hisoka repeated. He felt frustrated. Maybe he should go stand under the sakura tree naked - Muraki might come a long and kill him, so then it wouldn't be suicide. But, he quickly realized, that would be a bad idea. There would be an emotionally distraught Tsuzuki in JuOhCho's hands… and an emotionally distraught Tsuzuki was bad. That meant that twelve Shikigami's, were distraught five of, which were incredibly powerful -

Hisoka banged his head.

"Brain overload?" Watari asked sympathetically.

"You have no idea, Watari," was the depressed reply. The scientist grinned; Hisoka immediately related it to the last time Watari made on of his 'gender-changing' potions, which immediately infected the office's coffee supply. Tatsumi hadn't been able to come into work all week; that Watari had enjoyed immensely. The scientist had apparently blown up his lab twice.

"Well then, Bon, this will cheer you right up! Come on!" Watari exclaimed, indicating to the hallway. Hisoka stared at him for a moment; the psychotic scientist grinning maniacally back.

"Fine!" he conceded, standing up quickly. He dragged himself to the door, making sure to make himself to be as miserable as possible, which in truth, he was. Watari lopped his arm around the depressed Shinigami's shoulders, as he dragged the two into the hallway.

"What's the big surprise, anyway? Have you finally stopped Tatsumi from being a workaholic?" Hisoka asked, although he didn't feel very curious. He was just making conversation, he supposed.

Watari pouted, as the scientist pulled Hisoka closer. Hisoka relaxed slightly; Watari emitted a comforting warmth that made him feel very tired. "Nah, Bon! Although, as soon as I finish my gender-potion, I will go to work on that," Watari said cheerfully.

"Can you tell me what is going on, Watari?" Hisoka questioned, starting to feel curious. He wasn't that much of a rock, after all!

"Nope, nope!" was the reply. "You will see, my young Bon! You will see!"

Hisoka twitched. Why did the rest of the Shokan division always find in necessary to keep secrets from him? They never told him anything until it was too late; or, until Byakkou had blown up something. He wasn't sure why the tiger spirit was the one that always caused the most destruction, but on the other hand, he didn't really want to know.

"When will I see?" he asked, trying not to scream in annoyance. He couldn't be hitting puberty again, could he? He'd hit that a long time ago, and wasn't quite willing to repeat the process again. Maybe it was a type of dead teenager thing. "You don't know either, do you."

"Nope!" Watari said, pushing sliding the door to the de-briefing room open. Hisoka walked in, wondering what he would see.

It wasn't anything special, certainly - it was Tsuzuki having a glaring competition with Terazuma, while Wakaba talked quietly to Saya, Yuma and the GuShoShin. Konoe was intently reading something in front of him, dark eyes flicking back and forth across the page.

"You bought me from work for this?" Hisoka hissed loudly, indicating to Terazuma and Tsuzuki. The purple-eyed Shinigami brightened considerably, looking away from Terazuma.

" 'Soka!" was the happy cry. Terazuma looked pleased, as he pointed a finger at Tsuzuki.

"You lost!"

Tsuzuki waved him off, as he bounded over to Hisoka, purple eyes sparkling. Hisoka didn't have enough time to squeak as he was drawn into a hug, lips brushing tenderly at his collarbone.

"You came, 'Soka!" Tsuzuki murmured into his neck, causing Hisoka to blush heavily. Hisoka had mentally been recording his responses to Tsuzuki over a long period of time, and honestly wondered why he always turned bright red when his partner drew him into his arms.

"I was bribed - Tsuzuki!" he hissed, as Tsuzuki's hold grew tighter.

"Ooh! I'm glad I joined you guys! Free groping!" laughed a voice from behind them. Hisoka scrambled out of a shocked Tsuzuki's arms, crashing into Watari. The two feel to the floor, sprawling over each other.

Tsuzuki glared at Watari. "Mine!" he said possessively, as the occupants of the room turned to gape at the new comer. He was about Tatsumi's height, with long, dark hair that settled perfectly over his shoulders and hung down to his hips. Black eyes twinkled in amusement, as small pointy canines twinkled in the light. Tatsumi, from behind the man, was staring at the pile of people on the floor.

"Watari-san, Kurosaki-kun, please act more professionally in future," Tatsumi said sharply, stepping into the room and over the two, the dark man following him.

"But…" Watari looked wounded, as he hugged a displeased Hisoka from behind. Hisoka would have normally battered him away by now, but he was staring at the strange man; he was sensing him.

"No buts," Tatsumi replied, pulling Hisoka up. Hisoka felt his arm pop in the socket, causing him to wince. Stupid Tatsumi.

"Who are you?" Tsuzuki questioned warily, as the dark man looked on in amusement. The man stuck out his hand.

"Sirius Black's the name… although, I guess it's Black Sirius to you," Sirius said, obviously enjoying the situation thoroughly. Hisoka fell back onto the floor with a crash.

The man - whatever his name was - wasn't blocking his emotions properly, and Hisoka was reading him like an open book. He could feel pain and sadness; his senses were filled with it. He could also sense want and love, but it was buried under the man's displeasure. Why wouldn't it go away? Why wasn't he blocking it? Why?

Tsuzuki, who seemed to understand what he was going through, quickly tugged Sirius across the room, to the man's surprise.

"Tatsumi, you haven't taught him how to block?" Tsuzuki asked quickly, watching as Watari, who was having quite a hard time in doing so, gently picked up Hisoka.

"Put me down! I'm fine! I just wasn't expecting it! Watari!" Hisoka griped, trying to squirm out of the scientist's grasp. He wasn’t let go of until he was safely in a chair. Hisoka felt himself twitch again.

Tatsumi looked annoyed at himself. "I forgot," he raised his voice loudly over the din of Hisoka's whining voice. "Black-san, you'll have to do mental shields later, with either myself or Tsuzuki."

Sirius looked confused. "Um…?"

Tsuzuki patted his shoulder and gently plonked the man down in a seat. "Sit!" he said, before making his way over to Hisoka, who gave him a dirty look.

"Don't touch - Tsuzuki!" Hisoka grumbled, as he was picked up and placed on Tsuzuki's lap. Why did these people constantly think he needed mothering? He just hadn't been expecting the powerful emotions from the strange man, that's all!

Tsuzuki began to gently stroke Hisoka's hair, having to constantly dodge his hand being bitten. Sirius, who had crossed one leg over the other, looked quite pleased.

"This is better than one of those muggle soaps!" he said. In the next moment, Yuma and Saya settled themselves on either sides of him, looking absolutely delighted. After all, Hisoka noted dryly, it wasn't often that they had such a handsome man to drool over.

"Muggle?" Tsuzuki questioned, as Watari placed himself next to Tatsumi, who had just sat down at the head of the table, Konoe being at the other end.

"Non-magic people," Sirius explained, obviously trying not to be startled by a very amorous Saya, who had latched herself onto his arm.

"Excuse me?" Tsuzuki said again, turning to Tatsumi in bewilderment. The secretary didn't answer immediately, Hisoka noticed, it looked like he was having an eye conversation with Konoe.

"Well, I suppose I should explain, then?" Tatsumi questioned.

"Damn straight!"

"Hajime-chan!" Wakaba scolded, smacking her partner on the arm. Hisoka didn't realize it, but Tsuzuki developed the same impish grin that he himself had.

Tatsumi cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. He was good at that, Hisoka mused. You couldn't help but listen to Tatsumi. He, unlike Tsuzuki, had a constant aura of power, one that could not be ignored.

"Well, as some of you," Tatsumi a pointed look here, "may have guessed, we have a new Shinigami joining us. His name is Black Sirius, and I trust you will all make him welcome."

" 'Course! My name is Tsuzuki Asato, and this is my partner, Kurosaki Hisoka," Tsuzuki interrupted cheerfully, winking merrily as he waved. Hisoka nodded; he still felt irritated at the man for not having good mental shields, and he could feel his own wearing out. This meeting would have to finish soon.

"I'm Watari Yukata! Please to meet 'cha!" the scientist sang, waggling his fingers at Sirius, who waved back. "And this is Tatsumi Seiichirou - our workaholic!"

"He knows, thank you, Watari-san," Tatsumi said.

"What?" Watari said sharply. "About you being a workaholic?"

Needless to say, nearly everyone had to cover his or her snorts. Tatsumi glared at Watari. "Nobody asked for your opinion - so, don't give it!"

Hisoka tried to pick up on what Tatsumi was feeling, but, because of Tatsumi's well placed shields, could not. Watari, on the other hand, felt shocked, embarrassed - and hurt. Again, Hisoka privately cursed Tatsumi.

The two hadn't been getting on well together lately, and for the life of him, Hisoka couldn't work out why. They were normally a well-balanced duo - Watari's cheeriness was an easy counter for Tatsumi's stoic persona.

"I'm Torii Saya, and this is my partner Fukiya Yuma," Saya said loudly, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "That's Wakaba-chan and Hajime-chan -"

"Terazuma Hajime, Private Detective," Terazuma corrected, shooting daggers at Saya.

"-whatever, and that is the GuShoShin and Konoe-san! Welcome to the Shokan division!" Saya cheered, burying her face further into Sirius' arm. Sirius had the expression of one who had just had a very complicated math class, and was being asked to complete complicated equations on the spot. Hisoka thought it was also similar to the one that posses Tsuzuki when he found out that the office was out of sweets.

"They talk," Hisoka said quickly, having suffering similar mental shock after meeting the GuShoShin.

"Oh," was the bewildered reply.

"Ahem," Tatsumi cleared his throat again, silence immediately overtaking the room again. "Thank you. Black-san has come to us from England - "

"England?" Watari sounded surprised as he looked up. "How can you speak Japanese?"

"Language charm. Please, call me Sirius," was the purred reply. For some reason, Watari apparently understood this, as he went back to study the table.

" -and will be Tsuzuki-san's new partner," Tatsumi finished.

Hisoka felt his jaw drop. Tsuzuki's new partner? What about him? Since when was he yesterday's news? Tsuzuki had a similar reaction; his already tight grip on Hisoka tightened to nearly unbearable proportions. Hisoka could feel Tsuzuki's anger - it was flowing between their bodies like water.

"Tatsumi, I have a partner, remember?" Tsuzuki said coolly, pressing his chin gently into the back of Hisoka's neck. For once, Hisoka didn't mind the normally unwelcome presence.

"Well, Black-san is your partner now," Tatsumi replied, fixing a bewildered Hisoka with a leveled gaze. Watari thumped the table.

"Does that mean I get Bon, then?" Watari asked, although he didn't look to enthusiastic about the idea. Hisoka assumed it was because Watari didn't want to deal with Tsuzuki's wrath (or twelve Shikigami's on his tail, for that matter) and not because he didn't want Hisoka himself.

"No. Hisoka will be going one on one -"

"What?" Tsuzuki cried.

"-and you will all be taking various positions for the time ahead. Now, if I get one more interruption from anyone of you, you will all becoming very close - closer, actually - to your own shadows. Do I make myself clear?" Tatsumi barked, smacking his palm down on the table. Watari closed his mouth again, and started to study his hair. Hisoka grinned. He was no doubt looking for nonexistent split ends.

There were various murmurs from the Shinigami, as Sirius looked on in awe.

"Wow. You were a teacher when you were alive, weren't you?" he said, grinning.

"No," Tatsumi said curtly.

"Oh."

"Tatsumi, get to the point - we have much to do. Kurosaki-kun has to leave tomorrow morning," Konoe reminded Tatsumi. Hisoka felt his stomach droop. He was leaving? He shared a quick glance with Tsuzuki, the glance clearly telling him that either doubted they would be together.

"Oh. Kurosaki-kun, you will be going undercover at a school called Hogwarts. There, you will pretend to be a sixth-year student - which is accurate for you physical form…" Tatsumi trailed off at Hisoka's expression.

"Again? That's all? What, did Tsuzuki poison one too many people as a nurse? Did he blow up one too many brains as a History teacher?" Hisoka snorted. Great. He was going undercover again. He hated undercover work - it meant study. Lots of study.

"There weren't any positions open for Tsuzuki to take. Anyway, Kurosaki-kun, it's best that you blend in as much as possible. The less attention you receive, the better."

"Thanks," Hisoka said dryly. He turned his head sharply to Watari, as he began to sense shock. Complete, total, overwhelming shock. Watari hadn't looked up from his hair, but…

"Watari? Are you okay?" he asked.

"Fine, thanks! All good! Um…" Watari, much like Tatsumi had, trailed off. Tatsumi looked at him for a moment, before turning back to Hisoka.

"God, you people like drawing it out, don't you?" Sirius interjected, turning to Hisoka. "You're going to Hogwarts to protect my godson, Harry, from the most powerful -"

"Bet Tsuzuki's stronger," Watari said sullenly, kicking the desk.

"…Bet he isn't."

"Is."

"Isn't."

"Watari, hold your tongue. Black-san, don't encourage him. Kurosaki-kun will have to go soon, and I'd like to explain to him what is going on before he gets there!" Tatsumi said piercingly.

"What is there to explain? All Bon has got to do is go to a Wizard school, and pretend to be one - which isn't a very good idea because he can only do basic wards - and then protect the Boy-Who-Lived from a homicidal maniac, whose evil tendencies rival Muraki's!" Watari shot back, crossing his arms defensively over his chest.

For the second time that day, Hisoka could only hear silence, mixed with confusion.

Sirius stared at Watari. "You spoiled a big dramatic speech!" he complained, but not looking at all disappointed.

"So?"

"Watari-san… have you been in my office again?" Tatsumi questioned.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

A furious Watari, who slammed his chair back and turned to Tatsumi, cutting off the familiar "Then how may I ask -", his face contorted in anger. Hisoka couldn't help but flinch back into Tsuzuki; Watari's anger was unexpected, yet powerful.

"Bon may be strong, be he can't deal with this! You're throwing him into a whole new different world! He'll have to do a large amount of study to catch up on five years of schooling, let alone trying to keep an eye out for any information concerning Voldermort! I won't let you take him to Hogwarts! Imagine the shields he is going to have to put up? He won't be able to handle that much magic interference!"

"Watari - " Tatsumi was cut off again.

"Furthermore, what has that got to do with us? It's Dumbledore's fight, not ours! What about the ghosts that live at Hogwarts? They're going to sense if there is another in their midst! Who will protect him if he gets into trouble? It certainly won't be Tsuzuki, or any of the Shikigamis!"

"Watari, please -" for the third time, Tatsumi was cut off.

"-And do you want to know why Tsuzuki won't be able to protect him? Oh, right! That's because Tsuzuki isn't there!" Watari said sharply, siting down on the ground as his tirade ended. A distraught 003 flapped gently down onto the scientist's shoulder, as the tiny bird began to chew gently at her master's hair.

"I don't like this," Tsuzuki said levelly. Hisoka could tell he was still trying to mentally process all the information that had been thrown at him in the past minute, the only bits really sticking were the parts were Hisoka was in trouble. He didn't like how Watari had said he was defenseless! He was certainly not!

Sirius looked surprised. "I didn't know you had another wizard here," he said. "I don't feel special anymore."

"I wasn't aware we had one, either. Watari-san, if you'd care to explain?" Tatsumi asked, all previous annoyance apparently gone from his face.

Watari stood up again, shaking his golden hair in aggravation. 003, who was apparently sick of getting flicked around, flew over and landed gently on Hisoka's shoulder, tiny claws nipping into his skin.

Watari smiled at her. "Right, 003. You'll go with him, then? He'll need an owl, after all," he said, before abruptly turning back to Tatsumi. "If you really want to know, Tatsumi-san, you should really ask how people died."

Hisoka watched Watari carefully, as he petted the little bird's head. He didn't like what was going on; whatever this school was, was irritating Watari thoroughly - he'd never seen the scientist so erratic.

Tatsumi looked angry. "I didn't know we went around asking people how they died, now! When did I miss this? Wakaba-san, how did you die?"

Wakaba was clearly horrified. "Tatsumi-san, I-"

"And Yuma-san, how did you die?"

Yuma had a similar expression to Wakaba. "It's none of your -"

"See, Watari? Shinigami's tend not to ask others how they died. Or would you like me to make an exception for you?"

"You prick -"

"Can you two stop your childish squabbling? While you two argue, the boy is loosing preparation time, that he can protect Harry and Remus with! I don't want them dying! I certainly can't do it; but if he can, what is the problem?" Sirius broke in, eyes lit with the familiar flame of anger that was found in both Watari's and Tatsumi's eyes.

Hisoka couldn't handle it. He could feel his shields snapping and collapsing, as anger, and hatred - there was so much hatred - poured through his senses. He had to get out of here. He pushed himself out of Tsuzuki's arms, jumping up.

"I'm sorry - the anger - I'll be outside," he gasped out, running out the door. He heard is name being called, but he didn't answer.

He didn't stop running until he was outside, at the foot of Tsuzuki's favourite sakura tree, the one the two often sat under, as they leant against each other in comfortable silence. He traced the bark with a shaking hand, feeling his shields start to rebuild.

He didn't understand what was going on at all. Wizards? He wasn't sure what was meant by that… was it similar to onmyjitsu? Would he be taught how to make stronger wards? Or, was it like the witch that used to live in the gingerbread house…

He was so confused.

He slumped at the bottom of the tree, head pressed against the rough skin of the sakura. He could see the pink petals dance lazily around himself, inviting him to join in. He wanted to, oh, how he wanted to -

But he was tired.

He closed his eyes, and let the darkness take him.

But the darkness began to break up, figures appearing. The figures were panicked, terrified even. He could feel power, great power… what was going on?

"Come on, you can do better than that!" a figure yelled, his voice echoing all around Hisoka. The voice was familiar - was it Sirius?

He could now make out jets of light that were ricocheting off the walls, lights of red and gold. Yes, it was certainly Sirius; he'd recognize that cocky stance anywhere.

But - there was light heading towards him. "Sirius!" he yelled, although the older man didn't seem to hear him. The light hit him straight on, pushing the man through what seemed to be a veil. There was a woman… she was laughing.

"SIRIUS!" a voice called from behind him. "SIRIUS!"

He pivoted around only to see a handsome black-haired boy, with astounding green eyes trying to get out of the grip of an older man. The man was also handsome, although he looked tired; bright golden eyes sparkled in the darkness, honey-grayed-blonde hair dripping about his face.

But the boy; he had green eyes. Eyes that were identical to the pair Hisoka had been looking at that afternoon.

"There's nothing you can do, Harry-"

"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"

The boy was trying to struggle out of the older man's grasp, as tears began to drip down his face.

"-it's too late, Harry," the older man said weakly, tugging the boy into him.

"We can still reach him!" the boy cried, still struggling in the man's arms.

"There's nothing you can do, Harry… nothing… he's gone," the man said, his voice choked. Hisoka wanted to go to them, to tell them everything was alright - but he couldn't move.

"He hasn't gone!" the boy cried. Hisoka observed him; the boy was obviously similar to himself. The eyes for one - not even Hijiri had eyes like that. They had similar attitudes, too.

"SIRIUS! SIRIUS!"

Hisoka felt his heart breaking for the two. He knew what he was witnessing. Were these the two that the dark-haired Shinigami loved the most? Why was he seeing this? Why?

"He can't come back, Harry. He can't come back, because he's -" the man' voice was breaking, preventing him from finishing the sentence.

"HE-IS-NOT-DEAD! SIRIUS!"

The darkness was coming in again. Hisoka backed away, but it engulfed him. He felt it latch onto his shoulders, shaking him. But the touch was gentle, familiar… Tsuzuki?

He opened his eyes abruptly, only to see dark violet eyes looking back at him. Without any warning on his behalf, he launched himself at Tsuzuki, burying his face deep into the folds of the black coat his partner was wearing. Tsuzuki's arms quickly wrapped around him, and he could feel the pain coming off the other Shinigami.

"Bon, are you okay?"

"Kurosaki-kun?"

"Hisoka?" a familiar voice asked, causing Hisoka to look up. Sirius was looking curiously at him, his arms crossed over his chest. Hisoka knew what he had to do. No doubt that the boy with the green eyes had been Sirius' godson, and the man who had held the boy back was someone equally as cherished.

He gently pulled himself away from Tsuzuki, letting his partner keep a gentle hold on him. "I'll do it," Hisoka said loudly, drawing shocked looks from Watari and Tatsumi.

"No, Bon, you won't -" Watari protested.

"I am. I want to protect Sirius' godson - isn't that what Shinigami do? We prevent unnatural deaths from occurring, and if I can save the boy and that man -"

"What man?" Sirius interrupted.

Hisoka flinched. He hadn't meant to let it slip, but now he was halfway down the cliff, why not fall the full way?

"The man… he was handsome… pretty, even. He had golden eyes and blonde -"

"Remus…" Sirius said, startled. "How did you…?"

"I had a… premonition? No, I saw the past. You were struck by light, and there were two people who loved you deeply… they were crying for you…" Hisoka said, trying to hold his sentences together. As every word came out, Sirius turned whiter and whiter.

"Remus and Harry…" he murmured after a moment.

"So you're not evil, then," Watari noted, ignoring the look Tatsumi gave him.

"No… I suppose you know what happen sixteen years ago, Watari?" Sirius asked, as he sat down next to Tsuzuki and Hisoka on the ground. Watari immediately followed, joined a moment later by a very prim Tatsumi.

" 'Course I do. Just because I'm a deceased wizard does not mean I don't keep tabs on the wizarding world. I want to know what happens to that Voldermort bastard, you know," Watari said, crossing his legs, still ignoring Tatsumi's facial expression.

"How long have you been dead?" Sirius asked curiously, his pervious composure clearly regained.

"Fifty years… give or take," Watari replied, as he reached over to pick a piece of lint off Tatsumi's suit, only to have his hand pushed away.

"But then how did you know about every thing?" Sirius pressed, his forehead scrunched up in annoyance.

Watari was looking at Tatsumi's shirt, with a far away expression. Hisoka guessed nobody was home, and he was about to say so, when Watari began to speak.

"Do you know who Tom Marvolo Riddle placed his first Avada Kedavra curse on? None other than his best friend, who had a little small owl named 003… the two both died at the same time, within a heart beat of each other."

"Watari… I remember reading about that in the library, when I was still at Hogwarts. A very popular student - a Gryffindor, to be exact - died at the age of twenty-five, because of the Avada Kedavra curse… that was you? I remember Dumbledore saying it was a shame, when I pointed it out to him… you were the only decent potions student Gryffindor had produced in years," Sirius said. Hisoka noted that he was babbling, a trait which didn't quite fit the man.

"The Avada Kedavra is the killing curse, am I correct?" Tatsumi broke in.

"Yeah… didn't hurt much, really… well, nothing over what Tsuzuki and Bon have been through…" Watari said absentmindedly, reaching over to play with Tatsumi's shirt buttons. Hisoka was surprised when he wasn't pushed away. It was cute, really; it appeared the two were over their earlier spat.

"So, Tatsumi - you're sending 'Soka to a school which teaches fairytale witchcraft, in which you want him to protect Sirius' godson from a very powerful wizard who killed Watari?" Tsuzuki said, tugging Hisoka back into his arms again. Hisoka let him.

"Yes," Tatsumi nodded. "Tsuzuki, I'm sorry to break up your partnership, but Kurosaki-kun is the perfect age to infiltrate Hogwarts as a sixth year… it can easily be said that he's a transfer student… Watari-san and Black-san can tell him everything he needs to know for the investigation."

"I don't mind, really. It would be good for me to learn better magic that my measly wards that can't even keep the GuShoShin out of the library," Hisoka said calmly. "I want to help, Tsuzuki…"

Tsuzuki sighed, as he buried his face into Hisoka's hair, searching for comfort. "It's not like I'm your keeper, anyway."

"Your not," Hisoka agreed.

"But, let me protect you from a distance…" Tsuzuki said, as dark wind began to wrap around their bodies.

"Tsuzuki-san, what are you doing?" Tatsumi said sharply, as Tsuzuki let go Hisoka, raising his arms to the sky.

"SOURYUU!" he commanded. There was a crack of lightening which landed right next to the two of them, startling Hisoka. He was reassured when Tsuzuki wrapped his arms around his body again.

In a rush of wind, a slightly disgruntled Souryuu was standing next to him, dressed in his classic Chinese Emperor outfit. Sirius jaw dropped.

"Hello, Souryuu!" Tsuzuki started cheerfully, only to receive a dirty look.

"I'm not taking care of the boy," the handsome Shikigami hissed, crossing his arms as he looked at Hisoka. Hisoka could feel himself blushing; he was positive Souryuu could intimidate everyone… except maybe Tatsumi.

"Please?"

"No," was the sharp reply.

Tsuzuki scrunched his nose. "Fine, then. I'll either have to command you directly, or, I'll just send for Touda…" he sounded pleased; Hisoka realized he was starting to get good a manipulating his Shikigami's.

"…Fine. But how do you expect me to protect him? I can't waltz around in either form," Souryuu said coldly. Hisoka realized all the Shikigami's must be observing the conversation they were having. He could imagine Byakkou and Suzaku laughing over Watari's and Tatsumi's earlier spat.

"You could be his patronus," Watari said calmly. Souryuu stared at the scientist like he didn't even know he existed.

"Excuse me?"

"His patronus - he will have to be taught, of course. A patronus is a spell of protection - it calls upon a personal favourite shape of an animal to protect the user," Watari explained.

"But he's my-"

"It doesn't matter, Tsuzuki. All Souryuu has to do is keep a half ear out, to listen for the words 'Expecto Patronum'. When he hears the incantation, he can just appear in front of Bon," Watari continued.

"But I won't be in this form, I'll be a dragon -"

"That's the idea."

"Right."

The whole group watched silently as the sakura danced around them.

"I'll take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow, Bon. We'll get your wizard supplies, then," Watari said, suddenly looking shocked. "We can't even get him in there! He doesn't have a let-"

Tatsumi pulled a letter with sparkling emerald ink on the front out of his jacket, and handed it to the scientist.

"-ter. God, you people are prepared!"

I know that isn't how Tsuzuki would summon Souryuu, but it is when Ninetails can't remember the incantation.

I hoped everyone enjoyed the chapter, and I especially hope it isn't too cliched. After all, we need our Sirius back, ne?