InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Hunter ❯ Truths ( Chapter 14 )

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

Chapter 14

Harry then turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him for effect.

Turning around, he found himself facing three unhappy campers, extendable ears shamelessly held in their hands.

Ron was the first to speak, his face slightly red.

“What the bloody hell was that?”

Harry stared at him silently. Everything was quiet for a moment as Hermione and Ginny nervously looked between the two boys.

“Well?” Ron prompted.

“Well what?” Harry asked, playing stupid.

“What was that about?”

“What was what about?”

“Harry!” Ron stepped up to him threateningly, using his 6ft height for an intimidating appearance. Harry had to hold in a laugh. He just took out a snake demon three times the size of him a week ago, “I don't know what your problem is but you better knock it off.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You! This tough guy look. How you just told our Headmaster to fuck off, like you were better than him or something. How you only really talked to my brothers. How you blew us off!” he finished with a shout. Hermione put an arm on Ron's arm to calm him down.

“And when did I blow you off?”

“You didn't answer my letter!”

“What the hell! Weren't you listening? Dumbass took Hedwig, I never got any letters.”

That shut Ron up, but for some reason there was still animosity evident in the glare he continued to give Harry.

“Harry, don't call Dumbledore that,” Hermione said patiently, “he's only trying to protect you.”

“Yeah, trying and failing. I'll call him whatever the hell I want.”

“You can loose the attitude as well,” Ginny said coolly, “stop acting like you're all that just because you got some peircings and a new look.”

Harry leaned down towards her and replied softly, “If it bothers you that much—stay away from me.

“What's really going on Harry?” Hermione asked. She didn't want to pick sides but she honestly felt Harry was going too far with this. Nobody should defy Dumbledore like that, “We know something's up. The Order claims you never leave the house but you show up here with all these new clothes, a new disposition, and a cell phone of all things! Who were you talking to? You don't know any muggles, do you?”

Harry could tell by the expression on her face that she had been holding this question in for the whole day.

“You should listen to your friends, Harry,” Dumbledore spoke, walking up behind him.

Harry felt a head ache coming on. He had gotten far too used to venting his anger on demons. He found himself itching to kill something, and it scared him. It was almost uncontrollable. Granted he could never bring himself to kill a human as Voldemort could, but still, homicidal urges were not a good thing. Since there were no demon's around, he was only left with one option. He pushed his way past Ron and stormed up the stairs, not caring how much noise he made.

“Well, at least he isn't shouting this year...” he heard Hermione trail. Harry stopped around the corner and stared intently at the floor where his friend's and Dumbledore stood. Ron was shaking his head.

“Hermione, look at him, he's acting like a bloody death eater,” Ron scoffed, “at least we're in the Order now. That's one thing he can't hold over our heads.”

“Now, now, Mr. Weasley,” Dumbledore said sagely, “I only allowed you three in the order so early so that you can keep an eye on Mr. Potter.”

“Yes, but how can we report his moves if he doesn't interact with us?” Ginny asked.

He saw Hermione nod in agreement.

“I was worried about that myself.”

That was all Harry could bring himself to hear. He continued his journey to the bedroom he slept in last year. Crossing the room to the only window, he slid it open and climbed onto the roof.

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Back in the kitchen, the remaining Weasley's along with Mad-eye and Tonks waited for their esteemed leader and wonder boy to return from their talk.

“I swear,” Molly Weasley spoke with indignation, “I don't know what has gotten into that boy! He was such a shy, sweet child...”

Bill patted his venting mother on the shoulder, biting his lip, “It's alright, mum. I'm pretty sure it's just a rebellious teenager phase. It'll pass in a few years.”

George stared at his eldest brother, “you never grew out of yours.”

Neither statement did anything to alleviate Mrs. Weasley. Tonk's seemed to agree with the boys.

“I like him even more now. He was a bit moody last year, don't ya think? And he looks good.”

“Yeah, hasn't bitched anyone out yet,” Fred threw in, “except for Dumbledore, really.”

Just then Ron, Hermione, and Ginny walked back into the kitchen, shortly followed by Dumbledore.

“Where's Harry?” Mr. Weasley asked. Ron scowled.

“He ran off somewhere upstairs—” he looked like he had wanted to say more but a stern look from the Headmaster stopped him.

“Can you be so kind as to pinpoint him for us, Alaster?” Dumbledore asked thinly.

Mad-eye rolled his magic eye upwards and glared at the ceiling.

“On the roof,” he said amused, a bit of a grin moving his grisly features, “...smoking.”

“What?” Hermione and Mrs. Weasley shouted at the same time as Ginny's mouth hung open. Dumbledore's eyebrows raised and Ron glowered.

“Harry doesn't smoke!” Hermione cried distressed. She suddenly gave Mad-eye an accusing glare as if he was lying.

“Leave him alone mum,” George said to his mother finding as she started her way out of the kitchen.

“Oh no! Not this time! This is too far—smoking! On the roof! Of all things!”

Mrs. Weasley stormed out of the kitchen muttering all the things she was going to say to that boy.

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Harry closed his eyes and blew smoke out of his nose and mouth. The stress of the day's events flowed out of him. He didn't expect it to be so hard to be around his friends. If he could even call them that anymore. He could feel a suppressed rage at their small betrayal and quickly took another drag.

Dumbledore was using them to spy on him...and they agreed. Ron even seemed pretty pleased about it.

Harry blew out more smoke. He could have probably handled that little tête-à-tête with Dumbledore better. He did have to work on his temper. Another thing that bothered him was his attitude. While he found it increasingly difficult to be around people in general, it was no excuse for the way he had acted today and he was starting to regret it. He had been pretty blunt in most of his responses and he was a little rude, a most uncalled for way to express gratitude to the people who just threw a birthday party for him. It was no wonder many of the Order members were acting pretty cold to him. He resolved to apologize to Mrs. Weasley later.

“Harry James Potter!” Harry jumped slightly, cursing himself for getting lost in his thoughts and not pay close enough attention to his surroundings. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked over to the window he climbed out of. The cigarette almost fell out of his mouth as he spotted Mrs. Weasley's head stuck out the window, watching him furiously.

“You get in here this instant! And put that bloody thing out!”

Harry gulped. He knew he was in trouble if Molly Weasley was swearing.