Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or Harry Potter if I did I would be rich, A bunch of people wouldn't have died in Harry Potter and Yu Yu Hakusho would have lasted longer.

Warnings for this chapter: Character 'death' and misery

Harry had finally completed his task in life. He had saved the world, though the majority of it never knew they had been in danger. To Harry that did not matter. Being hit with the killing curse, surviving once again then destroying Voldemort once again with his own back firing curse had taken its toll. Harry was dying. An hour into the celebrations and grieving he crumpled where he had been standing with Ron and Hermione. Hermione screamed for Madam Pomfrey and Ron cradled his best friend telling him to talk to him, trying to keep him conscious.

It was all in vain, Madam Pomfrey tearfully announced that Harry's magical core had been drained beyond the point of being able to be recharged, he had about an hour to live. While Harry's friends, and adopted family were heart broken they kept themselves together and surrounded Harry giving him comfort in his final hour. They reminisced about their days at Hogwarts, the twins pranks, about Sirius, Remus and all the other brave souls that fell in the war.

Harry called Kreature and gave him his thanks and his love, then gave him to Andromeda Black to help raise his god son Teddy. He dictated a will to Kingsley Shacklebolt.. The Black vaults and title went to Teddy Lupin, the Potter vaults were spilt up and given to the Weasleys, Neville, Luna and Hermione .

He told Hermione to use the money in his trust vault to start an organization for creature rights. Telling her he knew she would be great at anything she tried.

He told Ron to be the best Auror he could be and try his hardest in all he did. He also told him to tone down the victory dances after winning a game of chess as it scarred people for life. Which got a watery chuckle from all those surrounding him.

He told Luna to never change. To always believed in what she believed and to never let what people said bother her. He told her to use the money to search for new species of magical creatures including the crumple horned snorack.

He told Neville he was a true Gryffindor through and through. Telling him to never let anyone tell him other wise, and to follow his dreams. He asked Neville to give the sword of Gryffindor to the goblins per his agreement with Griphook, even though the Goblin betrayed him he kept his word. Neville would later give the sword and the memory of that conversation to the goblins.

He told George to use the money for his joke shop, and to make pranks to memorialize Fred, and others that had fallen in the war. Later that would culminate in various ingenious and marvelous pranks, like The 'Mad Eye' Spying Eye ™ (great for spying on everything!) Which was banned from locker rooms and bathrooms, as it really did see through everything. And The colorful Tonks ™, (Guaranteed to randomly change hair color based on emotions and randomly change nose shapes when laughing.!) James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Fred Weasley were remembered with a prank set called The Prank Kings Royal Treasury ™ featuring pranks made by both the marauders and the twins. The box had everything from the portable swamp from the Weasley twins to the magical dummy ( a highly realistic decoy dummy that gave the prankster an alibi) courtesy of the marauders. The list went on and on.

He gave Mr. and Mrs. Weasley his love telling them both they were like parents to him. As he did to the rest of the Weasley family.

He could feel himself slipping. His grasp on the world fading and he told them one last time he loved them and told them good bye. They all tearfully hugged him and gave their love in return. Thus with a smile on his face and a peaceful expression Harry Potter died. The wizarding world mourned his passing deeply, but none more so than his friends. As per his wish he was given a simple burial beside his parents and wards placed around the tomb to protect it from desecration.

The wizarding world thought Harry had gone on to rest, and to receive his reward of peace in the next life. They had never been so wrong.

**What Really Happened After Harry's death***

Harry's soul stood beside the lifeless shell of his body smiling sadly at his friends and loved ones as they sobbed over his lifeless body. Though sad he was at peace. He was ready to move on to the next life, and be reunited with his loved ones that had passed on. He waited for death to come and collect him.

Death was not what one would expect. She had long blue hair pulled into a high pony tail with two long slightly curly locks trailing over her shoulders. She wore a light pink kimono with a pale blue obi. That in itself would have been surprising but what floored Harry was her demeanor. She was chipper. Flight attendant friendly, so bubbly she could float off the ground if she had a caporal body.

"Hi my name is Boton, the pilot of the River Styx, Head Ferry Girl of Spirit world... I believe you would call me the Grim Reaper." She said quite cheerfully with a smile on her face.

Had Harry been alive, or at least not floating he would have fallen over from shock. It took a few minuets for Harry to process what she had said and to take her seriously.

"Err right, I guess its time for me to move on then." Said Harry trying to get over the awkwardness of meeting the grim reaper, and her not so grim attitude.

"Normally yes it would be that simple, however since you managed to gain ownership of thee powerful objects created by King Enma who gave them to humans for some reason you're a special case' She said as chipper as ever and the smile on her face never fading.

Harry shrugged. Who was he to judge. All he wanted was to move on and be done with it. He was tired, all he wanted was to rest. He climbed on the oar and flew with Boton to spirit world. The oar ride cheered him up enough that when he arrived he was grinning from ear to ear. Boton would have made a great quiddich player.

Normally when people entered the gate of judgment no matter how they lived they were scared. Harry as usual was an anomaly in this. He was at peace fully accepting his death and was fully prepared to face a judgment of his life.

He did not expect to see a toddler sitting behind the desk, but did not comment of it, as most people would. Nor did he laugh at the sight of 'The Great Prince Koenma' He simply dipped his head a little and stood before the desk waiting in respectful silence for Koenma to speak.

Before that could happen however the doors burst open. "What's the big idea summoning us here pacifier breath we just got done with a case damn it! If you've called me in for a job you can forget it!" Yelled a teen with slicked back hair.

"Yusuke show some respect to Lord Koenma!" Yelled Boton braining him over the head with her oar.

Harry watched with bemusement at the scene before him. The shrugging he turned back to Koenma.

"If you have a previous appointment Sir I can step out and wait for my judgment a while longer" Said Harry not wanting to be a bother.

"Nonsense! He is here in regards to your case!" Said Koenma hopping up on his desk and signaling Jorge the ogre to get out a scream and projector.

Harry like the other four in the room just looked quizzically at each other, or in the short black haired person's case Hn'd and leaned against the door looking board.

Koenma sat down behind his desk and straightened his paper work.

" Now Mr. Harry James Potter, you lived an astounding life." started off Koenma giving Harry an approving look.

"With how you grew up one would expect nothing but hatred from you towards others but you never could never bring yourself to hate the very people who hurt you. An astounding feat" Said Koenma pointing towards the screen, which to Harry's horror was showing his life from day one.

It showed everything, even things he had never told Ron and Hermione about the Dursley's. All they knew about was the cupboard and the bars on his windows, and his unhappiness there. He had never told them of the vicious beatings, the starvation, the mental, verbal and emotional abuse he faced there every day. Harry had to turn his head to the side at one point showing his four year old self having his hand pressed against a hot stove for burning the bacon.

"Stop, please" whispered Harry shaking violently while trying in vain not to hear his child self scream in pain.

"I apologize Harry, I was merely trying to make a point, you received nothing but pain for ten years, and months out of every summer. Not to mention your own fickle people who hailed you their savior one minuet and called you an insane lair the next! You could have easily turned that into hatred, and corrupted your soul to the core, instead you turned it into an astounding capacity for love.

In fact the only thing I can fault you for was a failed attempt to use the torture curse on one Bellatrix Lestrange after she murdered your godfather in front of you. And you even felt bad for it afterwards, though you said nothing about it." Said an astonished Koenma. He had never seen such a pure soul that had grown its whole life in the face of adversity.

"The fact of the matter is if it weren't for a complication due to three artifacts you happened to pick up in life you'd already be in the same eternal paradise as your parents. As it is you did pick up three artifacts my father gave to your kind a thousand years ago. While he told them they would give eternal life and 'master death' it was a blatant false hood." He murmured looking up at Harry with sorrowful eyes.

"The fact that you picked these up by chance, and purposefully lost one in a dangerous area where no one could find it, and the other you placed back from where it was stolen from… add to that the purity of your life and soul I really hate to tell you this… those items were made to get back at one Nickolas Flamel, He made a stone that could delay his death infinitely so my father in retaliation made the so called deathly hallows to drive wizards to kill each other for the chance of eternal life. Only who ever gained ownership of all three items either willingly or not would die and become the property of the spirit world." Whispered Koenma sadly not able to meet Harry's eye.

Harry was stunned. The items he had inadvertently gained the allegiance of had not only killed him but their powers had bound him into servitude in the after life as well. Harry's knees gave out from under him. All the years of pain and hatred he had born with grace, of the love he had found, of the loved ones he had lost and hoped to be reunited with in death weighed heavily on him in that moment. Harry didn't care about the audience that was watching him, he didn't care about anything in that moment. What he had just been told was close to breaking him.

"Y-you mean to tell me that what I felt when I was dying was the hallows magic binding me into slavery in the next life" He whispered, though all in the room heard it any way.

"Yes," Koenma said sadly. "The items were created to bind the soul in life so there is no chance at escape I am sorry Harry, but until my father decided to release you or I am given full charge of the spirit world so I can release you, you will be unable to crossover. And to be frank it's likely that neither way out will ever happen."

Harry could no longer keep back the ghostly tears that fell from his face. Instead of reward he received eternal slavery until the seemingly tyrannical King Enma released his soul. Harry clenched his fists in anger. It seemed that even in death fate refused to release her favorite play thing.

"The good thing is that you'll be under my command for the time being, so you won't be forced into any more humiliation than you are now. I'm going to make you a human body, with a different appearance of course, I'll still make you look like your parents though. It's the best that I can do, but you'll serve spirit would with the Spirit Detective once your body is complete. I'll also set up an identity and a place to live for you. I am sorry but this is all I can do." Whispered Koenma.

Normally Harry would have yelled and protested, but he could see how broken Koenma was by this like he was. The look on Koenma's face was similar to when Harry saw proof of his father being a bully not the saintly man he had thought. Harry could not bring himself to yell at the junior god. Instead he slowly nodded and stood and allowed a very sober Boton to lead him to his temporary quarters in the palace.

What his new life would bring only time could tell…