InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Hunter ❯ Back from Hell ( Chapter 19 )

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

Chapter 19

Harry sighed as he wandered aimlessly about the barren land. He had been there for weeks—fighting demons, scrounging for food and water, reading the book, and adapting to his new body. He was relieved somewhat that it wasn't much different from his human one. He had yet to find a mirror so he couldn't tell exactly what he looked like but he could already tell he wasn't completely demon. The transformation must have gone wrong; which wasn't surprising to him given the circumstance he was in.

Nevertheless, the power he felt swirling within his body assured him that he would never have to take crap from anyone ever again. Every demon he had defeated down there had been full-blooded demons, most more powerful than the ones he encountered in the human realm.

Harry yawned and stretched out on a rock. He was completely bored. He defeated just about every demon in a five-mile radius from where he currently was. He decided against wandering too far from the area incase another rift opened up and gave him a free pass to the human world. This train of thought always got Harry thinking.

He was under the impression that only the guardians of the gates of hell could break the barrier separating the two. If that were the case then why would one of them open it right where his house was? Unless it was something else that caused the rift to appear. That led him to believe that he could possibly open the rift himself which had him searching through the book for anything that could possibly get him out of there—but had no luck.

His thoughts were interrupted by a distinct and foul odor that left eerie tang in the air, alerting Harry of the demon's presence long before it spoke.

“Ku, ku, ku. Well, well...what do we have here?”

Harry yawned loudly and rolled onto his stomach to look at his new prey. He almost fell off the rock in shock. Before him was what looked like a human; the fist humanoid demon he had met yet. The `man' had long, crimped black hair, malevolent red eyes, and, frighteningly enough, bluish eye shadow. Draped around his shoulders and pooling at his feet was a white baboon pellet.

“I had heard there was someone or something in this area causing a disturbance, killing off anything that had gotten near it. But this is a surprise...” he spoke again with a chilling voice.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Harry snarled, lifting himself cautiously off of the rock. There was something about this demon that was really off. It may have been because he looked so human, or because he was wearing make up...he wasn't sure...

“You're not even a half demon. This, of course, leaves me wondering what are you doing in Hell?”

“None of your damn business,” He said shortly, “what the”

“This is the where the barrier is weakest. I am in search of something. I suggest you leave or I will be forced to kill you.”

Harry snorted but didn't doubt his words. Instead he stayed put, sitting cross-legged on the rock.

“Do what you want, I wont stop you,” he had a sneaking suspicion that this was the demon responsible for the breach in the barrier last time.

The demon ignored him and stared up at the murky-red sky.

“It is near,” he whispered, “I can feel it. It must be HERE!”

And as he yelled the last word he thrust his hands in the air, his fingers spreading towards the sky. Lighting flashed all around them and the clouds began to swirl, the eye forming directly above the demon. As the winds picked up Harry grabbed the book to keep it from being sucked into the forming vortex. The demon now had a crazed look on his face as the clouds swirled faster and faster, dispersing outward. A patch of blue appeared in the mass of red and it began to broaden. Warm, friendly air hit Harry in the face—human air. Harry grinned; this was his ticket home.

He stood, brushing off the seat of his pants and grabbing his book. The jump would be easy enough for him make. Unfortunately, his movement alerted the demon of his presence, who looked at him from the corner of his eye.

“What the...You!” he growled, abandoning his activity and turning to face Harry.

“Hey, don't mind me,” Harry said nervously, lifting a peaceful hand, “I just need to borrow your hole for a minute.”

He tried to move around the demon but it blocked his path, it's red eyes transfixed on the book. Harry knew that couldn't be good.

“You have it,” it said softly, reaching for the leather cover, “you've had it the whole time...”

Harry back away only to have the demon step closer.

“Hey, back off asshole,” Harry bared his fangs and growled loudly, warning the beast to stay away from him.

“Don't presume to threaten me, half-breed,” he snarled back. He lifted an arm, which exploded into multiple branching tentacles. Harry leapt in the air, dodging the rocketing appendages left and right, hacking them to pieces with his claws. As easy as it was, he soon learned that no matter how hard he tore the tentacles apart they would only regroup and form again.

Snarling in frustration, Harry attacked the main body, using his unnatural speed and lithe, agile body to doge the limbs. The demon's eyes widened at Harry's sudden travels. Harry lifted back a clawed hand, the two inches lengthening in readiness for the strike, and brought it down on his aggressor, tearing the baboon pellet from his body. The man was left in nothing but a pair of loose pants, but before Harry could make any more attacks, a cloud of purple smoke erupted around the creature, sending Harry staggering backwards, in hacking coughs. He looked back at the rift to find it closing back up. Without an actual guardian the opening must not have been able to sustain itself.

Harry knew he couldn't win against the demon as more tentacles were launched at him. He dodged them and ran in the opposite direction, towards his escape.

“No!” the demon cried, shoot even more tentacles at him at an accelerated pace as Harry leapt towards the rapidly closing opening. Harry hugged the book to his body with one hand while the other dug his claws into his palm, drawing blood. He flung his palm outward, sending what looked like spears of blood raining down on the tentacles, ripping them apart and sending the demon flying backwards. The last thing Harry saw before exiting hell was the demon screaming in rage, pounding his fist on the ground, and a spider shaped scar on its back.

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Inu Yasha walked down the near empty corridor to his new quarters. Against his superiors' (and this was thought with severe sarcasm) orders, he had decided to get a job at Hogwarts to keep and eye on Harry as well as Dumbledore. The elders believed he was interfering too much. He just told them to shut the hell up. Maintaining a human appearance was a piece of cake for him at this age and he happened it find it quite refreshing to be in a position that deals with the molding (and corrupting) of vulnerable, young minds. What he hadn't counted on was her showing up, the woman who was now standing in from of him with a loathsome expression on her face.

“Morgana,” he said cheerfully to the undead beauty before him, “never thought I'd see you among the living again.”

A sharp slap to the face was the response he received, which he accepted admirably feeling that it was justly deserved.

“Well, you do know how I like to surprise,” she said lowly, seeming satisfied after her small vent.

“Of course,” he said rubbing his sore cheek good-naturedly, “ So what bring you to Hogwarts?”

“I was planning on asking you the same thing.”

“Were you? Before or after you assaulted me?”

“Well, you deserved it—”

“I agree.”

“—After leaving me for some human bitch.”

“If it's any consolation we're divorced.”

Morgana froze for a moment, keeping her expression neutral and making it impossible for Inu Yasha to determine her feelings on that. Then again she never showed much emotion.

“Well, I bet you wish you stuck with me now,” she said haughtily and turned and walked towards her chambers in the dungeons. Inu Yasha grinned at her retreating form; pleased that she hadn't changed at all since he had last seen her.

“Perhaps.”

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Harry blinked as the first rays of true sunlight in about a month shone down on him. He looked around to find he was back in Surrey, the same exact spot he was when he left it. The only difference was this time he was surrounded by machinery, bulldozers and the like, which were obviously there to tear down the rest of the house. Luckily it seemed that the workers were on their lunch break because everyone was missing. Harry looked around to make sure no one was watching before jumping up into what almost resembled his old bedroom. Only half the room was left intact, and, thankfully, his trunk and personal belongings were relatively undamaged. First things first, Harry pulled out his cell phone and called Inu Yasha.

“Yeah?” came the short reply on the other line

“Hey,” Harry said. It was all he needed to say. After a sharp intake of breath the line went dead and Harry knew that he would be there soon. In the mean time, he had to see what he looked like. He climbed over piles of rubble to the dresser where there was a mirror on the inside door.

He stared at the stranger staring back at him. He was easy to recognize as himself and yet it was so strange seeing something that was obviously not human looking back at him.

His eyes were what caught his attention first. They glowed an avada kedavra green and had the same cat slit pupils Inu Yasha's had, except silver instead of the usual black. His ears were now pointed, though the earrings still fitted nicely on them. And of course his fangs were there, very similar to Inu Yasha's. His claws were also like the inu's, in both length and strength. He had silver marking on his face, two thin streaks on each side that went from the corner of his jaw to his cheekbone. And his hair was now streaked with silver. Not the kind that came with age; a sparkling, youthful sliver that glittered with the right light.

He gave a small sniff to the air and could smell Inu Yasha's familiar and comforting, spiced scent. He turned away from the mirror at the sound of crunching rubble under boots. Inu Yasha caught his eye and froze.

“Oh-oh god. Aw shit. ...Fuck!” Inu Yasha swore, looking at Harry.

“I know, I shouldn't have, and I'm sorry, but I had no choice! I was going to die!” Harry tried to justify as Inu Yasha started to pace in front of him.

“I know, I know,” Inu Yasha said calmingly, more to himself. He suddenly stopped pacing and leaned in and sniffed Harry. A month ago this would have freaked him out, but now, after experiencing just how much a demon relied on his or her nose, he didn't mind so much.

“How badly did I fuck it up?” Harry asked with a slight grimace. Inu Yasha leaned back with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Do me a favor and cast a concealment spell on yourself, will ya?” he asked.

“What?”

“A glamour charm—something to make you look human.”

“Ok...” Harry said as he pulled out his wand and twirled it at himself. He felt his skin tingle as the spell took effect and saw Inu Yasha relax visibly out of the corner of his eye.

“Why? What's going on?”

Inu Yasha gave a relieved laughed, “Lucky for you, you're not even half demon. In fact, judging from your scent, you're just a few ounces of blood off from being one.

“And why is that a good thing? Aren't I weaker now?”

“Because—you were a few drops away from loosing your ability to perform magic.”