Harry Potter and Yu yu hakushou crossover.

Disclaimer: I don't own. No really I don't.

Warnings: Hummmm, I dunno actually, but just so u know Dumbles and Weasly bashing except the twins and maybe Arthur. Fem Harry. And slash. Dunno which chapter tho. And if I havent mentioned it: FemmHarry/hanna

Dreams

'thoughts'

"speech"

"Demon speech"

'Demon thoughts'

Technic. Just if you find this in the middle of a sentence, either it is a technic or a headline for a newspaper. I think you will see the difference.

Im not gonna set a . in "" even if it is the end of a sentence. I think it looks ridiculous. And if u do se it, it's because it's a habit.

Harry/Raizen

Summary: Dumbledore has managed to find out about the Makai and Rikai worlds, and is planning to send his useless weapon there for a while. And then when she is stronger, come and get her to destroy Voldemort. He is so sure of himself that he does not see the chance that after a whole year maybe two in Makai, that she might be way stronger than he wants her to be. Or maybe even dead.

Chap 1:

Hanna's P.O.V

(She is now seven years old)

"No, Please, not Hanna, Please"

"Out of the way woman"

"Please not her, take me instead"

"Out of the way and I will spare you"

"Please"

"AVADA KEDAVRA"

A green light speeding towards me.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"It's time to wake up now, Hanna, Dudley is going to open his presents and then we are going to the zoo. So get up and get ready"

I'm panting slightly from the almost nightly night terror, I have constantly had this dream since I was four I think.

Getting up, I look around in my room. I can still remember when my relatives still didn't like me, I had my room in the cupboard under the stairs. It is still such a difference, the room is small yes, but clean with a desk beneath the window a bookcase propped full with fantasy and diplomacy, nature and any other book I could get my hands on. A wardrobe, and shelves covering the wall over my bed with some toys, mostly porcelain dolls that I get from an owl every birthday and christmas without fail, Aunty doesn't like them but I still keep them, and some more books and diagrams that I have found in some magic books.

My clothes really aren't the most fancy around but, they are much better than Dudley's old castoffs that I had to use before. I take out a summer yellow dress with matching orange flower pattern at the seams, it's pretty but it doesn't match my hair or my eyes.

You see, after my mother died, one of my eyes turned red and my hair slowly turned white (over the cours of one year, which is still relativly fast), according to the doctors, that night had traumatized me or shocked me very badly, you se our psychological state has a significant impact on the hormones that can effect the amount of melanin deposited in each strand of hair, but the effect of emotion takes a long time to see. But in my case it must have been quite a severe shock. The same goes for the eyes, but the little fact that only one of my eyes was affected still baffled the doctors and even the specialists.

'I give up' Taking out a pair of dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt and my normal choker, the one with silver studs, and the normal silver earrings, all seven of them, I consider myself done.

You might want to know, that dream, I said I have had it since I was four, did I not? Well then you should know that that is not the end of the dream. It continues, the scenery is black, but I can hear someone, a male voice, I always feel safe and warm during that short time, but then it feels as if I'm floating and a high brumming sound, almost like a car, and then I see this old man with twinkly blue eyes. I hate that man, because somehow I get the feeling that he has a big part in my mother not surviving. I don't really care about my father, because according to me, and aunty, it's his fault for mom being in that situation, it was him not that dark man's fault, that she is dead.

I load my plate with bacon and eggs and go towards the table, snatching an apple on the way.

It was the first time I had that dream, that aunty came to scold me, but ended up asking what it was about, I told her, afraid that she would hit me if I did not tell her. I told her how I hated that man for doing whatever he did, and loathed my father because he took mom away from me. She had looked stunned, and taken me up to the guest room and put me to bed.

Flash back:

Tears rolling down my face burned the wound I had attained the previous day, but I didn't care. Someone was actually holding me, comforting me.

I look up at my aunt when she takes me up the stairs, she looks different somehow. But really I did not care at the moment. When she brought me in to the guest room, she shocked me by putting me to bed, slightly humming a gentle, soothing tune, something was naggingly familiar about that tune. As if I had heard it before.

And when aunt Petunia kisses my forehead and strokes my hair lightly she stops humming. "I hate them to you know" I look at her sleepily, she smirks a little and continues. "It's their fault, your fathers and that old man's fault, that Lilly is dead" I look at her and she whispers to me "And I absolutely hate your father, because while Lilly is dead, he is still alive, and has not bothered with you and already has a new daughter and a son" My eyes widen, and more tears stream down my face. "But don't worry, I will take care of you now, you will never have to see him again" she soothes me. And somehow I'm happy with that promise. I really don't want to see him or my half siblings.

End flash back.

The coming christmas I had found a whole total of four presents for me, one from aunty and uncle and one from Dudley and another from someone named Padfoot and another from Moony. Aunty didn't like those two but still let me have them. And the same happened on my birthday.

An ungodly screech shook me out of my thoughts, and my head snapped towards the sound. Oh, seems like Dudley got that mountain bike he wanted. Not that I know what he is gonna do with it, he is still so very fat.

Smiling at the only ones I can call family, I put my plate and cutlery in the sink. We have always gone somewhere on Dudleys birthday, Dudleys decision of course.

Speaking of him, he is lumbering towards me now. "hey, Hanna" He is more grunting than speaking. "Yes, is something the matter?" I look at him, I'm actually quite good at reading facial expressions. His is scrunched up and thinking hard about something. "Piers are coming with us to the zoo" Now he is looking imploringly at me. Piers have had a crush on me, as far as I know IT started on my sixth birthday party. But I really don't like the boy, alright he is older than me, but he behaves like a three year old. "Oh, Okay" Really that is the only thing I can come up with. As I say it a slapped on a small, false, smile. It seems to appease him, as he smiles at me and lumbers away.

Not an hour later said immature boy is ringing the doorbell. And off we go.

(She is now ten years old)

Surfing the internet is not all its said to be. I mean, it isn't really, I can't find anything that can hold my interest for more than a day or two at most. Not like Padfoot. (I really don't know what made me name him THAT, but it was waay better then Snuffles, Dudley's suggestion.)

I had found the giant black dog bleeding behind one of the bushes in the park, I had hurriedly gone and got aunty and she had agreed to take the dog to the vet, and when he was proven to be fine she had also agreed to let me keep him. But he was my responsibility.

I send a fond look towards the black lug lying on the back porch. He looks like a black furry something, just lying there panting in the summer heat.

I close my laptop, and look up to the sky. Padfoot had not been easy, in the simple fact that he was his own, temper and ideas all. He had quickly learnt all the commandos aunty had told me to teach him. He was overly protective, and when it came to it he always listened. He was intelligent in that way, but still not intelligent enough to consider human like. Sometimes he could really be stupid.

The sad fact was that, now a days, I had very little time for the big lug. School was so easy to me that I had been moved up three classes, but still it was too easy, it was more the job I had taken, and the magic I learnt. After I had found Padfoot, I had also found, more and more as time passed by, magic books. And not fantasy, no, but real magic books. And among those the history of this wizarding world was Included. And apparently I was famous there. It had taken me a while to get used to the ideas. But then I had learned as much as I could.

According to the book titles I was on year four material. Padfoot actually looked a tad bit smug. For a dog that is.

But it was just this summer I had found a black magic book. It described rituals and blood magic and even the three unforgivables.

The most useful I had found in that book was a ritual for my memory and my sleep patterns, and one to correct my eyesight, I was blind as a bat without my glasses then. The memory ritual gave me photographic memory, and the ritual for my sleep pattern enabled me to discard all of my sleep for a whole twenty three hours, as long as I slept that one hour I would not suffer from lack of sleep. According to description was that I instantly fell into the one hour needed REM sleep. And the one for my eyes was a simple concoction to smear over my eyes for six hours and then staying in darkness for another six to get them used to not have any protection, or faults in the sight reception, whatsoever.

Aunty and uncle was almost onto me that one time, but luckily for me they approached me at a different time, first was aunty, I just told her that uncle thought I was old enough to get the eye operation done, and had taken me there. To uncle I told the same version with aunty as the main person. That had been a close call.

Looking up at the clear blue sky I watched the clouds float by. Now the only thing I had left to learn was the Animagus and Metamorphmagus skills and I would consider myself done for the summer.

Those two books were actually the last ones I had found lately. As if the one sending me them knew that I could not lay more time on my magical education then I already was. I had long since stopped trying to locate the sender, it was impossible to find him or her. And I highly doubted that it was aunty or uncle. I mean they hated magic, and, if I got my letter, me.

(She is now eleven years old)

Staring nervously down at my letter I slowly counted to ten. This is it. If my relatives hated me for my magic, then I had no more family.

Padfoot seemed to pick up on my mood, looking into his intense blue eyes made me slightly calmer, but not much mind you.

A deep breath and I was ready to play the part of confused and lost.

Running down the stairs I held the letter in hand and slipped on an unconcerned look on my face and gave my normal greeting. "Good morning" smiling I sat down and then frowned as if just remembering something. "Oh yeah, there was a letter on my desk this morning, some bogus about magic and a warts something school. I think it was a prank" I continued to ramble on about how I thought Piers had talked about something that, I believed, led him to believing this would be a good prank. All the while taking in my relatives stiff backs and quick glances at each other.

"Hanna" Aunty interrupted my pointless chatter. "Hanna, it is not a prank" I widened my eyes at this, still playing innocent. "But, how can it be? I mean magic isn't possible, or at least, it shouldn't be" I shook my head and wrinkled my brows and looked pleadingly at my aunt and uncle. Dudley had stopped stuffing his face when aunty had begun talking, and was now staring at his mother as if she was an alien, with a strip of bacon hanging from his mouth.

Aunty and uncle then proceeded to tell me, and Dudley, about my mother and my father and then how I had been left in their care when my father had just gone on and built a new life, and how the wizards expected me to save them.

I was not particularly paying attention, just playing along, until the last part caught up to me. "They WHAT?" I screeched. I knew I was their little heroine, but to actually expect me to save them when they had all but thrown me away, and now that this lord of evilness came back, they expected me to come running and save them, only to throw me away again when I was not needed. No thank you. I could manage just fine without THAT.

"They expect you to save them" My aunty repeated herself. "When I'm only eleven? And with what training? What about protection?" This time my rage was real.

I excused myself from the table, I had to make new plans. When I stood up Aunty did as well and pulled me into a hug. "I don't hate you, I know you will leave, permanently I have no idea, but… don't be stranger" She whispered. I looked at the woman who had taken care of me all my life. She and uncle and big D were my family. My only family, no matter what anyone else said. "I will send letters, and come visit" I promised. I could not, would not hurt my family that way. Complete abandonment, not only did I owe them my life, but probably my sanity as well.

Well up in my room, I began writing to one of my friends in japan, Keiko Yukimura, or Yukimura Keiko as they would say. The school had started a little project, making us send letters to a Japanese school, and then letting the other schools children write back, you know the ordinary pen'pall project. Also dubbed by the students: The PP Project, or simply PPP.

Flash back

"Good morning students" The teacher said in his normal monotone voice. "Today we are starting you on the 'pen pal' project, please come forward and take a name from your box when your name is called" The teacher normally got everyone to sleep in a matter of seconds, now had everyones attention. They had heard many rumors concerning this particular project from the older students.

The teacher, had two quite small boxes on his desk, one with girl names and one with boys. One by one the students were called up and took a name from one of the boxes.

When Hanna's turn came she, naturally, took a slip of paper from the box with girl names. Upon coming back to her desk, she took a look on the paper. Keiko Yukimura, a girl from a japanese school, the same age as her.

'I hope we can be friends, even if Dudley has stopped trying to scare them away they still remember'

End flash back

Keiko and I had actually kept in contact after becoming fast friends. Sure she was a bit bossy and was crazy when I mentioned not doing my homework, only to, in the next second coo at me for being so good I got to skip a few grades. And she had one hell of a temper, and never stopped complaining about some Urameshi guy.

I needed a place to escape to should things go pear shaped here in England. And if people expected their savior to go muggle, they would expect me to do so in America for example.

'But then again, Japan is famous for it's martial arts and defense, and in the magical community for having demons running around. Maybe a year at a japanese school and coming to second maybe even third year at hogwarts? Not a bad idea, if I do say so myself. Which I do'

smirking to myself I set down to write the necessary letters. 'this is gonna be so much fun! The british magical community is going to be in an uproar because their saviour did not come to their oh so revered school'

I could practically se the little devil dancing on my shoulder, singing about how fun this is!