Disclaimer: I do not own anything but this idea for a plot and alternate storyline. The characters and places mentioned, except for a few created by me, belong to the creators of either "Yu Yu Hakusho" or "Harry Potter" and any resemblances to people, living or dead, are purely the figment of my, or your imagination. Oh, and please don't sue me; I don't have money, especially now that I'm going to a university in a new city.

Yes, I am alive. I've had half of this chapter just lying around for the past 4 or 5 months, unfinished, and now that my summer internship is over (they have intellectual property rules so I couldn't write or they'd own it), I can get back to writing until school starts overwhelming me again. Oh, and I started a new story (bad author, I know), but it's completely different from anything else I've written, I think. It's just that you don't really get to know anything about Yuusuke's mom in the series, just that she parties a lot and has some connections in the Japanese mob. Anyways, it's interesting, and it probably won't be updated again for a while "Too Young to Be a Mother". I have this problem where I can only write about the things I already have ideas for, and if I get ideas that could make a story, I have to write them. But lucky you! I finished drafting a plot line for this story, so I can at least have a focus for it! Oh, and now that I've finally read Half Blood Prince, I'll be adding some academic details from the story, and Quidditch, and the idea of 'offing' one person every year. Try to guess who's gonna die! No, not Hiei, he's too smart... oh yeah, "hot," guess he could die.

Chapter 10

Nobody's Ever Late for the First Day

To Harry Potter, Transfiguration flew by in a flash of magic, followed by 10 inches on the follies of turning oneself into a dragon, due Wednesday. History of Aurors turned out to be a joke; after 15 minutes of Professor Binn's lecture, he found himself nodding off and then having to copy Hermione's notes on the assignment also due Wednesday.

"At least I got in a nap before Defense," Harry whispers to himself as he, Ron, Neville, and everyone else who earned an OWL in DADA by joining "Dumbledore's Army," make their way to the next class.

As The-Boy-Who-Lived opened the door to the DADA classroom, he feels a wave of apprehension, as though Umbridge would be just inside. Instead, Professor Hiei is reclining behind his big, black oak desk, feet resting on top. Half a dozen other students are already seated and behind Harry's group, more come streaming in.

Hina picks up a black and red blur, her little brother, before she and Keisuke sit down in the front row. Harry and Ron and Hermione, who just showed up, follow to sit behind them. Silently and unnoticed, Hiroku sits down in the very back of the room next to some tiny, pink-haired Slytherin girl.

At last, the ferret of Slytherin, flanked by his two goons, makes his grand entrance. With a self-righteous sneer, Malfoy prods, "My condolences, Potter."

In anger, Harry prepares to ask the boy how his parents like Azkaban, but the professor speaks up before he can, "Boy, sit down, shut up, and wipe that stupid smirk off your face before I get angry."

'Well, that was odd.' Harry thinks.

"Wands away." Professor Hiei begins before writing manually on the chalkboard the general rules for the class. His writing is fast enough to allow him to read it aloud at the same time at a normal speed, "Rule number one: no talking without permission, if you wish to say something, raise your hand and wait for me to acknowledge you, though if I find you annoying, I may just not. Rule number two: within law and reason, I require your obedience, if I give you an order, you better obey or your life may be forfeit. Rule number three: no antagonizing your classmates, or I may just let them fire spell after spell at you." Here he stops to pass out some papers to the class.

"Sign and initial these, they are waivers in case something does happen to you, and since I really don't care about survival rates in this class, it just might happen. A parental release form has been sent to your parents and or guardians. Coincidently Potter, your family signed only after I told them just how likely it is for a student to die in this class. If this class isn't part of the requirements for your future job, it's probably best if you leave now." He stares pointedly at Hermione.

He nods as she raises her hand, "You don't have to be an auror to be killed like one."

Hiei smirks at that, "And you don't have to be my student to get injured." He pauses in thought and stares at the chalkboard as if he had forgotten something. Suddenly a fourth rule appears on the chalk board. "Rule number four: cheaters will be punished severely, unless you cheated so well that you impress me, in which case only those stupid house points will be lost."

The chalkboard flips over, revealing a list entitled "Weekly Assignments" written in a hand different from Hiei's. The professor speaks again, and Harry almost feels like he could fall asleep at the boring lecture, if it wasn't for the glare the demon has given to any student that wasn't listening. "Every Friday you must turn in a short description of 5 new spells, and every Friday you will each give a brief demonstration of a spell I choose at random from your list, so I suggest you practice the casting of each spell. I will notice immediately if you copied another's description, and you are not allowed to use a spell already demonstrated in a previous week. If all the spells you used in your paper happened to have been done by 5 other students that day, your demonstration will also include the description and some new pieces of information, or else."

He nods to the back of the room and Harry turns to watch Draco smugly lower his hand slowly. "Where should we find these spells if you never assigned a book for this class?"

A tired response is given, "Library, smart ass." Forestalling another question from the boy, Hiei adds "Ask Potter where the Room of Requirements is for practicing. Damn it boy, what else is there to ask?" Hiei gives a glare, "And ten points from Slytherin for sneering at me."

"I just wanted to know what 'or else' meant."

"Or else I tie you to the back of a hippogriff and leave you in the Forbidden Forest with a broken wand."

Harry hears more than one gulp in the ensuing silence. "You wouldn't." Draco's voice shakes slightly, "My father..."

"Happens to approve of my teaching methods. He said you could use some more discipline and has already signed the parental consent forms." The professor stares him down easily before switching topics. "Now if there are no more questions, I will explain your new class, Physical Training. It is mandatory for all seeking to become an auror, and it will involve physical exercises including mundane fighting techniques and possibly weapons as well as spell dodging. You will be used as targets for other students, and by the end of the course, you will be faster, stronger, and able to defend yourself should you lose your wand."

The demon finishes and is promptly reclining back in his chair, feet propped on the desk, "Now get the bloody hell out of here; I'm tired of talking to you brats."

The teenagers file out quickly, amazed that the class was so short, but also intimidated by the new professor who didn't seem like cussing was a bad thing to do in front of his students.

"Sounds like Kurama helped him out with the planning stuff; you think Dad'll have a real lesson ready for tomorrow?" Hiroku asks his twin. Harry finally notices that the boy has been closely following his little group, and further away, that weird Slytherin girl is tailing them, and Draco and his goons are also following at what could be considered a discreet distance, if Draco had been alone and not glaring murder at Harry's group.

His sister, smiling down at the baby in her arms, replies sweetly, "Probably, he doesn't like being soft on students."

"Weights!" Miroku chirps before chewing on his sister's house badge. 'Why would a DADA professor need weights? Is he going to measure something?' Harry wonders.

"Weights!" The twins groan loudly.

"What's wrong with weights?" Hermione and Ron ask simultaneously.

"You try to dodge energy blasts while wearing 100 pound weights on your arms and legs." Hiroku smiles evilly, "I forgot, tomorrow we'll probably be playing dodge ball with spells. Dad used to have us play dodge ball against each other."

Ron interrupts, "What's dodge ball?" Harry would have explained, but the dark haired Slytherin continues.

"We'd be throwing raw energy at each other until one of us got hit. 'Course that hurts a lot so the loser got sent to the medical wing and the winner got to play with the loser's toys until they got better. Next match though; the winner would have extra weights put on as a handicap."

"You torched my teddy bear." Hina pouts as, having reached the Great Hall early, they separate for lunch.

"Only because you booby-trapped it." Her brother sticks his tongue out at her as he walks away.

A/N: Please review! I'll try to write some more before school starts in late September.