InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Hunter ❯ Teachers ( Chapter 22 )

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

Chapter 22

Dumbledore confirmed Harry's reappearance during dinner that evening, reassuring many of the students that he was not an imposter. In response to that many of the student's felt that had to go and personally welcome Harry back. Harry was overwhelmed with the sounds and smells from the reception and was hard pressed not to throw off the glamour charm and claw everyone who came within a ten-foot radius of him.

Harry was seated at his usual spot at the Gryffindor table with Hermione firing off questions about his whereabouts and Ron repeatedly asking if he saw any demons. Harry's attention was mostly focused on the teacher's table, watching Inu Yasha trying to woo the stoic vampiress, who seemed determined not to give into his flirtations. Harry figured she was probably the only woman in the school who wouldn't go week at the knees in front of Inu Yasha.

“Hey Harry, were you really in Hell?” Seamus asked keenly. Dean sat up straighter on his bed and Ron looked up from his Quidditch book, both wondering the same thing. Even Neville, who was quietly putting away his books into his trunk, was listening.

“Yeah,” Harry said, pulling out his pajama bottoms. He knew he evade his dorm mates forever.

“So...what was it like?” Dean asked, “Did you see any demons?”

“It was dull and boring and I saw lots of demons.”

“How can you see lots of demon's and be bored?” asked Ron, who was sitting cross-legged on his bed. Apparently he seemed to have forgiven Harry for being an ass on his birthday. Though Harry had yet to forgive him and his other friends for what he felt was betraying him to Dumbledore, he decided to play it cool for now and not mention anything.

“With my life, demons will not bring much excitement,” Harry stated, pulling off his shirt and hopping into bed.

“Merlin's balls!” Neville exclaimed. Every occupant of the room turned and stared at the usually reserved boy, who was now turning pink with embarrassment.

“Well look at his bloody tattoos!” he said pointing at Harry. Harry sighed and wondered if he should just walk around with no shirt on for the rest of the week so everyone knew he had tattoos and he wouldn't have to go through this every time.

“Nice Harry!” Seamus said appreciatively. He seemed to recognize what the Ahnk was.

“Does Hermione know?” Ron asked, looking at the Seal of Cagliostro with interest.

“No, and let's keep it that way. She'll tell your mother, and that's a howler for me.”

Ron grinned at him, “blackmail.”

Harry chose not to respond to that and instead opted for some answers for himself.

“So tell me about the new teachers.”

“Professor Verchik is hot, but she's a vampire, which is kind of a turn off. She's a really good teacher, though. Very fair.” Dean said after pulling his pajama shirt over his head.

“Yeah,” Seamus agreed, “and Professor Nagasaki is cool too. I don't have him or anything, but from what lavender told me he's really insightful and funny.”

Harry stared at him, “Since when did Lavender take muggle studies? Isn't she muggle born?”

“Since Professor Nagasaki showed up,” Ron answered with something parallel to disgust, “ever since he was first introduced at the start of the school year, a lot of girls dropped their subjects to join Muggle studies. Parvati and Ginny did it too. Hermione almost did, but I stopped her.”

Harry had to stifle a laugh at the thought of Hermione swooning over Inu Yasha like a rabid fan girl. The very thought was just so out of character for the bookworm.

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Inu Yasha sat on top of his desk swinging his legs back and forth childishly as his fourth year class filed in, girls sitting up front and boys lounging in the back, just how it had been the whole year.

“Morning niños.”

“Good morning, Señor,” Inu Yasha bit his bottom lip and grinned. He loved making them say that. He stood up from his desk and began pacing in front of it, very well aware that the eyes of the front row girls were fixated on his butt.

“I have a question for all of you, and we're going to take a vote. Now I don't want anyone to feel offended by this, but, with humanity on the whole...who's the freak of nature—magical humans, or muggle humans?”

The class was silent as they contemplated the question, trying to keep from looking confused. Inu Yasha had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.

“Alright, who thinks its muggle?” The majority of the class raised their hands, many of them known purebloods, “...alright, and magical?” The rest of the class raised their hands—the ones that were muggle born or raised.

Inu Yasha grinned. This would be interesting.

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“Hey, Professor Snape, did you know that humans were not meant to have magic? Wizards have an energenical imbalance...” Kennedy Whickman's voice faded from Harry's hearing as he strode outside purposely. He put on an extra burst of speed as he spotted the one he was looking for.

“Wait up, Professor.”

Inu Yasha's back literally froze up as he heard the tone in his charge's voice. He turned cautiously around to face him.

“Can I help you, young man?” he asked pleasantly.

“Cut the crap,” Harry snapped, “Why, in the nine gates of hell, did you deem it unnecessary to inform me that you would be teaching here?”

Inu Yasha paused for a moment.

“To tell you the truth is was a spur of the moment deal. The PTB were totally against it, so I told them to fuck off, and then you were dragged into hell. And that's when I went in for the job interview,” he concluded, “After I had the other guy obliviated, of course.”

“Wh-what??” Harry sputtered, “You obliviated a man just to get in the school?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Inu Yasha! That's illegal and immoral! Wait...how'd you get him oblivated in the first place?”

“Chill pup. I have connections. And the guy was severely depressed anyway. His wife was having an affair, his kids hated him, he was being charged for child molestation; trust me, I did the guy a favor.”

Harry was about to protest when his cell phone rang.

“Inu Yasha,” he said slowly, “...why is my cell phone working within the wards?”

Inu Yasha looked towards the sky.

“I haven't a clue,” he said lightly. Harry just shook his head, giving up on the man altogether, and answered his phone on the fourth ring.

“Hello.”

“Well what do you know—you are alive. Good thing too...I've been in dire need of my sex buddy.”

It was Shiva.

“Ditto,” Harry responded.

“Word on the street is you've been to Hell and back.”

“I can't deny it. But I've been out of the loop as to what's going on in this realm.”

“I can't help you out there—I've been stuck in the Digiworld.”

“Oh yeah? How are things there?”

“We won the war, for now anyway—”

“—Well that's great—”

“—And Tai has a kid.”

“Cool.”

“...”

“...Wait...what?”

“The idiot got Moira pregnant. Now we've been taking care of Chelsea, who is Tai's daughter.”

Harry pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it, not knowing whether to believe her or not.

“It's true,” Inu Yasha said. Harry jumped, having forgotten he was there.

“It's true?” Harry echoed, “It's true and you didn't tell me?”

“I forgot.”

Harry gave him a disbelieving look, “riiight. You forgot a sixteen year old guardian to another dimension got his enemy pregnant.”

“I've been a bit distracted by other certain events happening here,” Inu Yasha said with meaning.

Harry knew where he was going with this.

“Hey, don't turn this around on me! Why didn't you take your fucking riddlin, A.D.D. boy?”

Inu Yasha pressed his lips together, fighting down a smirk.

“Don't give me attitude, whelp. Now talk to Shiva. I've got a vampiress to seduce with my manly, manly charm.”

Harry rolled his eyes as he watched Inu Yasha waltz back up to the castle.

“That man is psychotic...” Harry spoke into the phone.

“I know...but he's the only one who can make insanity look so damn sexy!”

“Inu Yasha does always say that his insanity is just misunderstood creativity. Personally, I think he's in denial.”

“Me too.”

“So, tell me about Tai's kid. Chelsea was her name, did you say?”

“Yeah, and she's adorable. She already has her little tiny fangs popping in and the most softest black feathered wings.”

“What the hell is she, anyway?”

“Well, I think she's about a quarter human, quarter goddess, quarter concubine, and quarter ice spirit.”

Harry whistled, “That's fucked up.”

And he thought his DNA was bad...

A sudden idea popped into Harry's head. Growing excited, he couldn't keep the grin off his face.

“Shiva—I need you to do me a huge favor. Do you think you can meet me in Hogsmeade in two weeks?”

“Hmmm, I suppose. What do I get in return?”

Harry heard the bell ringing, signaling his next class was about to begin.

“Sex,” he replied. She never turned down sex.

“Sounds good.”

“All right, I got to go. See ya.”

“Later.”

Harry snapped his phone shut and sprinted back into the castle and to his first DADA class with Professor Verchik, using a bit of demonic speed to get him there on time.

He entered the classroom just in time and took the only available seat next to Justin Flinch-Fletchley.

“Hello Harry,” Justin greeted in his usual over friendly and pompous manner, “Have a nice summer?”

“It was alright. Yours?”

“Splendid, splendid. I was wondering...are we continuing with the DA?”

Harry was caught off guard with that question. He really hadn't put any thought into it after Sirius died.

“I really hadn't thought about it. Do you think we'll need it? I've heard this professor is quite good.”

“Oh yes, she's magnificent—really knows her stuff—but now that the war has really started wouldn't it be wise to get some extra training?”

Harry could see his point but before he could comment a sultry voice interrupted their conversation.

“Hello Mr. Potter,” Harry looked up as Professor Verchik glided up to his desk. His improved hearing could hear Justin's heartbeat increase as she approached. Sounded like someone had a crush.

“We were just studying the reign of demons and how demonic lineage has been diluted through the ages. How coincidental that you have just come back from the place from where they were driven.”

Her coal black eyes seemed to bore into his mind and he hoped to God that she wasn't using some off form of legitimancy on him. What did Inu Yasha see in this girl? She smiled politely at him and turned to address the class.

“Now I want you to get in your groups and make your decision on which wizarding line to search for any traces of demonic ancestry.”

After she said this Justin got up and joined Hannah Abbot and Zacharias Smith at another table. The professor looked over at Harry who was twiddling his thumbs on the desk, “Mr. Potter, we are currently working on a project in groups of three studying certain old wizarding families, as you weren't present for the last month, you will have to join the only group of two.”

Harry looked over his shoulder to where she pointed at his future work group. Meeting his shocked gaze with equal horror was Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.