Chapter Four

A.K.A. - damned whistle penetrates my BRAIN!

By: Bomb-O-Maniac

Disclaimer: I no own YYH or HP so fudge you.

Deep in the Slytherin dungeons - uh, I mean common rooms, Draco Malfoy fumed. Now his school was accepting filthy foreign mud bloods! Oh, the horror of it all!

Could Hogwarts sink any lower?

'Yes,' he thought 'It probably could'

Draco stopped thinking about it. He didn't want to jinx it while he was ahead.

Kurama sighed inaudibly and snuggled deeper into his bed. Conflicting thought clashed in his weary mind, but the most prominent in his mind were the thoughts of his mother. He missed her sorely. He missed her bustling about in the morning making breakfast. He missed greeting her in the afternoons when she came home from work. He missed her telling him to tell his short friend to come down out of the tree and join them for dinner or lunch.

-SIGH-

Gone not eventwo weeks and he was already homesick.

Gently, the snores of the human child Ron Weasley lulled him into a sleepy haze. The last fleeting thought he had before falling completely into oblivion was how his friends back in Japan were taking his sudden disappearance.

Kurama woke up the next morning to find a comforting weight on his chest. He cracked open a sleepy eye and saw (to his slight surprise) that Snowdrop had curled up on him in the middle of the night. He smirked slightly and gently removed the slumbering animal before sitting up.

Looking around he saw (not so surprisingly) that the rest of his dorm mates were still deep in sleep. He grabbed his uniform and headed towards the showers. After all, it was only 5:30 in the morning. Might as well take one while there still plenty of time.

Thirty minutes later - grooming and personal hygiene complete…

The freshly dressed fox spirit walked quietly back into his dormitory to find every one else still asleep.

"I wonder if this is normal behavior for these humans…" he muttered to himself in Japanese as he grabbed his bag - you know, the purple one with the fox tail key chain on it? That bag's awesome! It stands anything from gigantic biology books to evil ninja's trying to chop it in half with an uberly sharp long sword. The question now, of course, is can it stand HOGWARTS?

-GASP!-

DUN DUN DUNNNN!

Find out next time on Transformers! Robots in disguise! YAY!

…

Riiight….

Blame the hunger pains! They made me do it! DAMN YOU STUPID STOMACH!

Well, anyways…

Kurama didn't have to much trouble finding his way from the gryffindor tower, down seven and a half flights of stairs, around many corners, through quite a lot of secret passages, over two disappearing steps, through a wall, and back down a few more stairs when a few of them moved, and (finally) to the great all where breakfast was lain out on the tables already. Snowdrop, who had been riding on Kurama's shoulder and who's eyes were swirly from all the twists and turns, perked up at the sight (and smell) of breakfast.

"Hmm… food." he mumbled and eyed the gryffindor table overflowing with breakfast foods. The ever observant kitsune saw that only a few of the older gryffindor were up and about. More of the older Ravenclaws were chatting away quietly over their meals, a few hufflepuffs were at their own table, and about three Slytherin - Monty not included among them - were at the table with green banners hanging over it.

"Good -YAAWN- morning." said a quiet sleepy voice from beside the fox.

"Good morning Jeff." Kurama beamed and put an arm around the shorter boys shoulders. "Ready for school?"

Jeff nodded.

"Yes, I suppose so. I'm incredibly lucky to be here." He saw Kurama's slightly confused look. Jeff flushed slightly. "I have, uh, a health condition - incurable you know?"

'He's talking about his lycanthropy!' Kurama realized suddenly and remembered that most wizards had a deep, inbred fear of werewolves. And only because once a month on the full moon, their ever so slightly demonic blood took over, making them a brutal - gory - killing machine.

Lycanthropy was, in fact, demonic in origin. Long ago a sickly wolf demon came to the human world and bit the first werewolf. Back then, werewolfism was much worse than it is today. The only slight cure in the ancient times was the strength of ones will. And today that strength is rarely found in wizards and humans alike. Thus the potion Snape makes for lupin every full moon was born!

"Don't worry about it." He said kindly. "Not all of us are prejudice narrow minded fools."

The unbidden thoughts of Yusuke, Kuwabara, and Monty's 'friend' Alkazar rose from the depths of his mind. He sweat-dropped.

"Forgive me." He said. "Fools, yes - Narrow minded, no."

He heard Jeff's stomach rumble.

"Now, let's go get some food."

Upstairs, Neville Longbottom was not having the best of mornings.

The tickle feeling was back, worse than ever.

Damn that tickle feeling.

Ever since he could remember, the tickle feeling had always been with him. It came when he was near ghosts and magical creatures. He'd figured that out the first time he came to Hogwarts and Nearly Headless Nick had floated past him.

Neville had felt it again last night at the sorting, and it had woken him up this morning. When he had rolled out of bed earlier, the first thing he realized (apart from how cold the stone floor was to his bare feet) was that the new student was already gone. Bag, books, black cloak and all. Neville also noticed that like the new student - the tickle feeling was also gone.

Maybe the new kid - Shuichi something right? - was haunted?

Hmm…

Now…

What the HELL happened to his shoes?

After an eventful breakfast (where peeves had successfully drenched him, Shuichi fell asleep in his breakfast, Snowdrop ate his sausage, girls (and a few males) swooned, Neville's shoes finally making themselves known to the world, and Neville's plant ALSO tried to climb up his arm) Kurama found himself once again in the presence of the esteemed Albus Dumbledore (caughNOTcaugh) and Minerva McGonagall.

"The purpose of this morning is to see where you stand in your classes and to determine what classes you should take for your year hear at our lovely school." The aging professor told him and the slightly sleepy Monty.

They nodded. One comprehending, the other just going along with the show.

Later on (since school started around 8, I'd have to say about 10-ish) …

Prof. McGonagall was amazed.

These two… these two were SMART! DAMN!

They had finished all off all of the test's that she had laid out in front of them (which was a lot), followed all her directions, did them quickly, efficiently, quietly, and concentrated on their work (well, Kurama did anyways… Monty sorta fell asleep once or twice…).

She did notice, however, Shuichi (Kurama) finished every thing just a few minutes (or seconds depending)before the new Slytherin, Ms. Montabalno. Well, almost everything, she did out strip him in Defense Against the Dark Arts… talented children they were indeed. Capable of anything that they put their minds to. Minerva wondered how they were at more physical things, like say… quidditch? -wink wink nudge nudge-

"You both are more than fully qualified to take any course you choose, too." McGonagall told them. She handed them both a bunch of pamphlets. "These should help with making your career choices. Look them over and tell me later what you want and we'll sort out your schedules."

They nodded. One paying attention, the other a bit more absent mindedly.

Minerva smiled.

"Now, go along. Madam Hooch is waiting for you in the quidditch fields…"

-TWEEEEEEEEEEET-

Madam Hooch's whistle was wreaking havoc on poor Kurama's ears. I mean, being a fox and all, that has to hurt like a bitch, no?

Now.

Think. If it hurt Kurama's ears that bad, think of what it was doing to Monty's ears. We all now that foxes have great hearing and all, but you have to admit, cat's do have better hearing that any canines. Where as a fox or a wolf's sense of smell is better than a cats.

Why? I don't know. I just know it's true… Anyways…

Monty winced at the harshness of the whistle. If the golden eyed old woman didn't stop blowing the sinister thing - she was going to take it and shove it where the sun don't shine. It was all she could do to not take her broom and beat her own head in with it every time she got the uncontrollable urge to bitch slap the hawk like professor.

Hooch was amazed to learn that neither of the new exchange student's have ever been on a broom before - they had said something about ore's, buuut that just wasn't the same!

She shook her head. What were those other bloody countries teaching their kids?

SHEESH!

"Now, I want you to put your right hand over your broom and say 'UP!'." she instructed. She watched as the two did as they were told. The boys broom shot up into his hand. He caught it and sent a smirk at the other girl. The Slytherin just raised an eyebrow and muttered something to which Madam Hooch heard the sly reply of "Maaaaaybe…"

The girl just rolled her eyes and said up again. On her first attempt the broom had simply rolled over. Now, the broom shot up fast - clearly intending to whack the brunette in the face. Instead, the brown haired girl stepped aside and caught the thing by the handle as if nothing had happened. Naomi, that was her name she remembered now, smirked at Shuichi.

"Go ahead and threaten the broom again, I dare you." Naomi said.

Shuichi blinked innocently (to her).

"I have no idea what you're talking about." he said with a grin. "You must be imagining things."

" 'But I didn't do it!' said the guilty thief that was caught red handed." Naomi said in a mocking voice.

Hooch watched the exchange carefully, waiting for a fight to break out or something stupid. After nothing but friendly banter and nothing horrible happening between the new students of RIVALING houses - Hooch finally decided that it was time to continue on with the lesson.

After about a half hours worth of practice, the flying instructor deemed both safe and worthy of quidditch, and left the two to their own devices for the rest of the hour before lunch.

Neither came down from their brooms, but instead stayed in the air - floating just higher than Padfoot's back.

Kurama was enjoying the scenery as the two glided on their brooms over the grounds of Hogwarts. The plants here were… interesting, to say the least, and he couldn't wait for his first herbology class. Sitting western style on his broom, he couldn't help but notice that, even though Monty claimed to dislike Padfoot - the two were getting along great. Sitting side-saddle (like how Botan sits on her ore) on her broom, she was zipping to and fro on her broom, playing a rather dangerous game (if you're a normal human) of follow the witch.

Shaking his head, he ignored the two as they goofed off. Snowdrop, who had appeared out of no where, jumped up onto his lap and up to his shoulders. Once there, the white cat draped himself across Kurama's shoulders with out a care in the world.

Authors Notes: HIYA!

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My eye's hurt… I need to go to sleep… soon…

-YAAAAAAAAAAWN-

Yuya Element - I'm not sure if the other will be in this fic anymore… But don't worry. They probably will be sooner or later (Hiei sooner than later XDD) along with a few extra characters, but I'm not sure how much significance the other OC's will have in this… I'm still thinking on it. And no. I'm pretty sure that there will not be any major pairings in this story (apart from the occasional fan girl that traps Kurama in a closet and tries to rape him…). Ron and Hermione are a given… No, Monty and Kurama are not going to get paired up. I've decided that now. They are more like brother and sister if you ask me… Anyways, If you want romance… I'm open to suggestions… But don't expect anything to great. I suck at lovey dovey shit… Any more questions?

Until the cows just forget trying to jump over that damned moon,

Bomb-O-Maniac