InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Hunter ❯ Reactions ( Chapter 12 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 12

Dudley Dursley stomped tiredly down the stairs the next morning having waking up much earlier than he was used to. He turned to enter the kitchen where undoubtedly his mother would be when a sharp knocking was heard at the door. Too sleepy to care about whom it was, he trudged over to the door and wrenched it open.

“Hi there!” a bubbly voice cried in a pitch labeled ungodly for that time in the morning. The owner of it was a young woman with bright, blue and purple spiked hair. Dudley slammed the door in her face, recognizing her from earlier in the summer.

“Mum!” he cried, rushing to the kitchen, “It's one of them!”

“Well let them in!” She hissed, walking into the hall way in a nervous sort of manner, “and go wake your cousin. I want them out of here as soon as possible.”

Dudley gulped and swung open the door before dashing up the stairs as fast as he could with his hands around his bottom. Tonks stepped into the house uncertainly, disturbed by the boy's behavior.

“Won't you come into the kitchen,” Petunia forced out with a tight smile, “He should be down in a few minutes.”

Tonks grimaced at her syrupy tone and followed the woman through the disgustingly neat hallway.

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Harry woke to an annoying pounding on his door. He groaned and buried his face in his pillow trying to ignore it. While trying to turn away he ended up rolling over into another, smaller body. Harry's eyes creaked open and looked down at Shiva, who was waking up as well. The knocking insisted.

“Wss that noiz...” she mumbled cuddling into him and rubbing her body against his. Harry reddened and shook her slightly. It wouldn't do to have one of his relatives finding him with a naked girl in his bed.

“Shiva—you've got to hide! Hurry up, before my uncle finds you.”

Shiva opened her eyes and squinted at the door that was now rattling at the hinges. They widened as she understood and she quickly attempted to pull herself out of the sheets when the door was kicked open. Shiva squeaked and fell off the bed sideways, on the side opposite from the door. Dudley's mouth hung open in shock as he looked from his naked cousin sitting in his bed to the obviously feminine leg sticking in the air from behind it. His shock melted into a smirk.

“Well, well Potter. I didn't know you had it in you.”

“Dudley,” Harry growled, pulling the covers away from Shiva and back onto him. He pointed to the door, “Get. Out.”

Dudley, still smirking, backed out of the door innocently, “Just thought you'd like to know one of those freaks are here for you.”

“Oh shit,” Harry moaned, slapping a hand to his forehead after his cousin was gone. Shiva popped up from behind the bed now in a bra and panties.

“I should go now,” she said giggling and pulling on the rest of her clothes.

“Oh, you thought that was funny?” he asked, but he was smiling as well. “Yup. Oh yeah, Happy birthday, Harry.”

She leaned in and kissed him soundly on the lips. They had decided a while ago to keep their relationship as platonic as possible. There for they were just friends-with-benefits...large benefits.

Harry sighed, sliding out of his bed and pulling on a pair of boxers. He ran out of the room for one of the fastest showers of his life. When he returned Shiva was gone, leaving the window open. In her place, however, was Inu Yasha who was comically holding a hand over his nose.

“Jesus Christ Potter,” he moaned, backing away from the bed.

Harry ignored him and began pulling on a comfortable pair of faded jeans and a fitting black tee shirt with a yellow Converse logo on the front.

“I hope you could tell—”

“—She's in heat. I know,” Harry interrupted as he reached for his glasses. He gazed in the direction of the kitchen using his x-ray setting to find Tonks sitting awkwardly at the table with his aunt.

“Why the hell is she here?” he mumbled.

“They're taking you to HQ for a birthday party,” Inu Yasha said, sticking his head out the window and taking a dramatic gulp of air.

“Will you knock it off?” Harry said sharply to him as he strapped a dagger on the inside of his boot.

“Your entire room reeks of sex. I wouldn't be surprised if your family noticed,” Inu Yasha complained.

Harry laughed, thinking of Dudley, “I think it's a bit too late for that. I'll just leave the window open while I'm gone.”

Inu Yasha grinned, “Well you better hurry down, I can hear your cousin tattling on you. I don't think your aunt is very happy.”

Harry's eyes widened risibly.

“Shit,” he whispered before racing out of his room and down the stairs, Inu Yasha's antagonizing laughter following him all the way.

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“I'm telling you mum—it was a girl! And she fell out of his bed. They were both naked!” Dudley explained to his mother what he saw with the most naive voice he could muster. However, on the inside he was laughing.

Tonks sat at the table with a hand over her mouth, shocked. This did not sound like something the Harry Potter she met would do. She watched as Harry's aunt's scowl deepened as her son kept talking.

“Dudley!” a voice growled threateningly from the doorway. Knowing it was Harry, Tonks turned to face him. Her jaw dropped. The young man in front of her was barley recognizable from the boy she saw mowing the lawn a month ago. He looked as if he had actually been fed this year, now standing a good head taller than her at about five foot nine. His body had noticeably filled out as well. His t-shirt stretched lightly across his chest and broad shoulders at the slightest movement and his jeans fit nicely on his slim waist. A large improvement from his last wardrobe. She loved his hair now. It was longer and styled outward along with longer bangs that fell sexily to one side of his face. But it was still just as messy. The glasses were cool too. The thinner, rectangular frames made his face look more angular and the yellow tinted color was very modish. What shocked her most was his piercings. There was a small, silver hoop in each ear lobe and on his upper left ear was a long thick earring. On the right side of his lip was another silver ring.

Dudley stopped talking and looked sheepishly at his cousin with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

“Boy!” his aunt screeched, forgetting about the witch in her kitchen, “Are you bringing girls into your bed behind our backs?”

“Would you have rather watched?” He shot back earning a death glare from his open mouthed aunt. Tonks snorted, drawing Harry's attention to her.

“Hey Tonks. Come to take me away?” he grinned.

“Just for today,” she replied easily. She was still trying to adjust to the new Harry Potter in front of her.

“Oh yeah? What for?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“We've got a birthday party for you!” Tonks cried enthused. She suddenly looked horrified and clamped her hands over her mouth. Harry smirked.

“Can you pretend I didn't say that?” she asked meekly.

Harry lowered his voice and smiled boldly, “I dunno...it'll cost you.”

Tonks mouth, once again, hung open, “Potter, I know you aren't hitting on me?”

“Oh, please,” Harry said as if the very notion was ridiculous. Tonks shut her mouth and glared at him.

“What's that supposed to mean? You think you're too good to hit on me or something?” she said hotly. But her eyes gave away her amusement. Harry just waved her off.

“So how are we going? It's too light out for brooms”

“I know. We're using a portkey.”

Harry grimaced. He was officially scarred when it came to portkeys.

“Alright, let's get this over with,” he sighed placing his hands on the ballet slipper. No doubt the doing of Dumbledore's warped sense of humor. The kitchen of number four privet drive disappeared from his vision as the unpleasantly familiar hook tugged behind his navel.

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“Fred! George! Come help me set the table!” Molly Weasley yelled at her twins as she put the finishing touches on a very large cake, “Harry will be here any minute!”

“Oh, I hope he's alright,” Hermione said worriedly to her new boyfriend as they snuck out of the kitchen to avoid being put to work.

“I sure he's fine. He didn't even right to us all summer! The least he could have done was respond to our letters,” Ron said in a tone that said he was a little more than upset at his best friend.

“Oh come on Ron, Harry's had it really hard lately. I mean, he just lost Sirius and now he has to stay with those horrid relatives all alone. Don't you think he needs some time for him to grieve?”

“No, I agree with Ron,” Ginny piped up from behind them, “Harry needs to stop moping about everything. It's been almost two months.”

“Ginny—” Hermione started to admonish but was cut off by the screams of Mrs. Black.

“FILTHY HALF-BLOOD, GET AWAY FROM ME! HOW DARE YOU! NO! NO STOP—”

The trio ran into the main hallway. Mrs. Black was near tears screaming. Drawn on her face was a black mustache along with a scratchy goatee on her chin. The space between her eyebrows was filled in and the outline of a crude beret tipped to the side on her head. At the new audience she hastily pulled her own curtains closed in embarrassment.

A figure was stepping away from the portrait capping a permanent black marker. It turned around to reveal a very satisfied and barely recognizable Harry Potter.

“H-Harry?” Ron stuttered, staring at his friend, “what happened to you mate?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Tonks said dryly. She left the hallway to announce Harry's return to the rest of the family in the kitchen.

“Harry... what did you do to your face?” Hermione asked in a frenzied voice. Ginny stood next to her silently with her head tilted to the side.

Harry stared at Hermione feeling slightly insulted and amused at the same time.

“You look good too Hermione, filling out nicely, thanks.”

Hermione reddened, whether it was to embarrassment or anger, he didn't know.

“I like the hair,” Ginny said finally, “And did you get new glasses?” Ron watched with something akin to horror as his little sister drank in his best friend.

“The earrings Harry! And your lip...why your lip?” Hermione continued in a pained voice. Harry was starting to feel relieved that she didn't know about the other two...or the tattoos.

“Why didn't you write to us? What about our letter to you?” Ron jumped in aggressively.

“I only got one letter this summer—” and that was as far Harry got before Mrs. Weasley burst into the room to greet him.

“Oh Harry, dear, it's so go to see you!” She pulled him into a tight hug before letting him go.

“Look at you! You've gotten so tall and so handsome! Is that an earring in your lip? What are those other ones? Oh please don't tell me you're taking after Bill! You're so good looking with out them! You look like a ruffian now...” Mrs. Weasley clucked. Harry couldn't help but grin as his only mother figure in his life fussed over him.

“Mum! Leave him alone,” George called from the kitchen, “It gives him sex appeal.”

Tonks, who had followed Mrs. Weasley out started coughing loudly. Harry shot her a look to shut up.

“George, you better have had that table set,” Mrs. Weasly rebuked, “and don't use that language”

“Ginny! Stop ogling Harry and help us in the kitchen,” Fred yelled at her

Ginny shrieked, “I am not ogling anyone. I'll have you know I have a very loving boyfriend which is more than I could say for you two!”

Her yells disappeared into the kitchen as she slammed the door.

“Well come on now Harry,” Mrs. Weasley began bustling him into the kitchen, “We have a wonderful meal prepared for your birthday.”

“Great, I'm starving,” Harry muttered. What he really wanted was some ramen, but beggars can't be choosers. Upon entering the kitchen Harry spotted many order members including Mad-eye, Remus, Kingsley, Tonks, and the rest of the Weasley clan. Remus immediately jumped up to greet him.

“Harry,” Remus cried, pulling the slightly shocked demon hunter into a hug. Harry hesitantly hugged back, still not used to such affection from people. He noted, with some pride, that he was no longer a head shorter than the man. Remus pulled back and seemed to be noticing the same thing.

“What have you been doing?” Remus asked with a ghost of a smile but Harry could tell his heart was only half in it. There were dark bags under his eyes and his face looked gaunter than ever. The grey hairs had almost doubled since he last saw the werewolf. Judging by the slightly shocked looks he had been receiving it seemed the rest of the company half-expected for Harry to look the same.

“How are you doing, anyway?” Harry asked quietly but Remus just shook his head and put on a strong smile.

“I'm fine. I'm just glad you're doing alright. I was worried about you,” Remus said, leading him to the table. Mrs. Weasley was now setting down dishes of delicious smelling food all around the table.

“Hey Harry, like the look,” Bill grinned as Harry sat between him and Hermione. Harry smiled back; he knew Bill wouldn't give him any shit about his new sense of style. He noticed random individuals at the table kept shooting him short glances and for once he didn't mind being the center of attention.

“Hello Harry, I see you've been busy this summer...”

Harry turned in his chair to spot the last man he wanted to see walk through the kitchen door.