InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Hunter ❯ Transformation ( Chapter 18 )

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

Chapter 18

For the second time that day, Inu Yasha found himself back in a large white room, majestic and haunting.

“Look, I have to go now!” Inu Yasha said angrily at the four white robed and hooded beings before him. The tallest of them stepped forward and addressed him, keeping his face under the shadow of the hood.

“We cannot allow that. This is something he must pull through on his own.”

“He needs me to get him out! He can't open a gate, he not a guardian yet!”

“He should never become one,” the one on the far right sneered angrily. The tall one raised a pacifying hand to stop Inu Yasha's reply to that.

“You are well aware, Inu Yasha, of how the council feels about a human guardian.”

“Of course I am. It's the same way you felt when a half-breed took up the gate—and I have yet to disappoint.”

“The key word being yet,” the one on the right scoffed.

“Be that as it may,” the tall one interjected loudly, “your purpose was not to make him a guardian, but to guide him in fulfilling the prophecy.”

Inu Yasha had nothing to say to that. The shortest one spoke next.

“He will survive, only Voldemort can kill him so you need not worry.”

“You don't think I know that? But do you have any idea how badly he could hurt himself down there?”

“You have other duties to attend to, young one,” the last guardian stated, obviously female judging from the voice and figure, “he will return in due time. And through a forced opening, the same way he came to Hell.”

Inu Yasha stared at the elders in disbelief. They were knowingly preventing him from saving a human in hell. Finally releasing a frustrated snarl he stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The guardian on the right looked at the rest.

“Why must we put up with him again? He disregards the rules, never follows any of the standard procedures, and is disrespectful to his superiors!”

The shortest one grinned beneath his hood.

“Well, I've always liked him. So much spunk.”

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Harry leaned forward and moaned, splashing more blood onto the runic, moving it around with pale and shaky fingers. The adrenaline had long since worn off and the pain of his injuries was making itself well known. Add that to the amount of blood he put into the ritual and you have one seriously pooped wizard. The ritual proved to be every bit as complicated as it looked. It required demon blood, so, being in the desperate situation that he was in, he just used what was on him from when he was fighting the demons earlier—a mixture of different bloods.

During the entire process rubble from the low ceiling constantly rained down on him from the incessant attacks by the demons. Suddenly the closest demon broke through the small opening with a massive swing of its hand. One of the claws—half the size of his body—came inches from scraping his back. Harry glanced behind him to be met with the sight of hungry faces of three, hideous, tree-sized demons. Time was up.

Harry turned back to his work and slammed both hands in the center of the design, muttering the incantation in rapid Latin. The ritual was incomplete, and constructed a little crudely, but beggars can't be choosers.

Without warning a blinding light surrounded him, sending the demons reeling back, roaring. But Harry paid no attention to them; all he could focus on was pain. His insides were twisting, and bones were molding. A searing heat spread through his body, a body that was changing. And at the same time, he felt waves upon waves of power washing over his body.

It ended as quickly as it started, leaving Harry lying on the ground panting. He couldn't remember if he was screaming or not, but his throat felt raw. After a couple minutes he pushed himself up off the ground, noticing the difference in himself immediately. Everything seemed to be on stereo. He could hear the heavy breathing of the demons waiting for him to emerge out of his hideaway and the ground shifting under their awaiting toes. He could smell the foul stench that reeked from their filthy bodies, their putrid breath, each having their own distinct smell. Harry smiled, feeling a small prick on his bottom lip and ran his tongue over two, sharp fangs. He looked at his hands, still flesh colored, but also equipped with ten pointed claws, each itching to tear through demon flesh.

`Well,' Harry thought with a smirk, `I'll just have to test these babies out.'

He prepared to jump, feeling the new, stronger muscles tightening, and leapt through the opening, flying twenty feet clean into the air. Harry laughed as the wind whipped his hair around. It was like flying without a broom. He did a flip before landing on the shoulder of the largest demon. The demon roared and brought its hand up to swat Harry off. Harry responded by jumping off its head and landing gracefully on the ground by its feet. The demon ended up hitting itself on the head.

Harry laughed again, feeling the presence of the second demon coming up behind him. Harry turned and leapt at him, raising his clawed hand and brought it down on the demons shoulder, effectively tearing off the arm. Harry landed in a splatter of blood, loving it. Some part of him knew he shouldn't be, but his new demon blood impaired his judgment like a drug the second the sent of blood reached his acute nose. The scent of fear coming off the demon only excited him.

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The start of the school year was just like any other. Kids from year two through seven chattered noisily waiting for their meal. A group of timid first years were lead through the main doors by Professor McGonagall, and were sorted into the appropriate houses after the sorting hat recited another strange yet informative poem. Then came the start of the year feast, just as rich and satisfying as the years before. And finally the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, stood to make his annual speech.

“Welcome students, old and new, to another year,” he began merrily, “I have a few announcements to make before we head off to bed. Firstly, I would like to remind all students that the forbidden forest is strictly forbidden. Also, our caretaker, Argus Filtch, would like me to remind you that the notice to which items are banned in the corridors will be posted in your common rooms, this include any product manufactured by Weasely Wizarding Weases,” a number of groans were met by this, causing the headmaster to chuckle, “further more, I would like to introduce two new teachers to our staff.”

All heads turned towards the new additions at the teacher's table. One of them was a woman with a hooded cloak discerning her features. Professor Sprout, who was stuck sitting next to her, seemed rather weary of the seating arrangements. The other one had all the girls giggling and blushing since they set foot through the door. He was young and handsome, with glittering purple eyes and dark, curly hair that fell into his face.

“First I would like to introduce Professor Morgana Verchik, who will be taking over the Defense Against the Dark Arts position.”

The woman removed her hood, emitting many gasps and a couple screams from the students, and some of the teachers. She had ivory skin that glittered in the candlelight and long black hair. Her eyes were as black as the sky and she had two white fangs that revealed themselves when she smiled. She was a vampire. Dumbledore ignored the muttering around him and continued talking.

“I know that many of you have realized she is a vampire, but she has chosen to fight on the light side against Voldemort and will not harm you. Now for our second teacher, replacing Professor Middleton, who is suffering from amnesia and will not be able to continue to teach muggle studies, is Professor Inu Yasha Nagasaki.”

Inu Yasha grinned charmingly at everyone, causing many girls to sigh dreamily. But while he played it cool on the outside, on the inside he was a nervous wreck. All because of one person sitting three seats down from him. Someone who he knew was going to slap him when she had the chance.