InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Hunter ❯ Shrieking Shack Shagging ( Chapter 23 )

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

Chapter 23

Harry grimaced as he plopped down in the seat across from his school rival and his bitch. They didn't look any more pleased with the arrangements than he.

“I hope you don't delude yourself into thinking your fame will get you out of working,” Malfoy sneered. Pansy stuck her pug nose up in agreement. Harry rubbed his temples, already feeling the headache.

“Malfoy—do yourself a favor and shut up.”

“You think you're so great just because you've been to `Hell',” Malfoy spat quietly so the teacher wouldn't hear, “It's probably another ploy to make you even more famous, eh Potter? But when the dark lord finds you it won't matter where you've been, he'll make you regret you've ever been born.”

“I already do,” Harry replied darkly, “But what I don't regret is what I did to those demons that got in my way. I'm just itching to kill something again.”

The two Slytherins before him gave him a slightly alarmed and disbelieving look. The small spiked scent of fear emitting from them caused him to grin treacherously.

“Have you chosen a family line?” Verchik asked, appearing right behind Harry. Malfoy immediately straitened in his seat.

“Yes professor, I thought we'd do the Black family line.”

Harry stiffened.

“I don't remember agreeing on that,” he hissed angrily to the blonde whop looked very satisfied at his reaction.

“Well you weren't here last class Potter and we decided it then,” Malfoy replied with snood.

“No we di—” Pansy started but was cut off from a sharp kick from Malfoy.

“An excellent choice,” Professor Verchik asked evenly, ignoring the conversation that went on before her, “And why did you choose this?”

“Well it is from my mother's side so it would be interesting to know something about my family.”

“Very well,” She said, scribbling something down in the parchment she had in front of her, “I suggest you get to work immediately. You only have two weeks to finish this and the Black line branches out to some obscure lines.”

“Great,” Pansy moaned, “Why the bloody hell did you do that Dray? Couldn't you have picked an easier one? And why did you kick me? That hurt, damnit.”

“Shut up Pansy,” Malfoy scowled, “We're meeting in the library tomorrow after lunch Potter. Don't be late.”

“Can't wait,” Harry muttered. This was going to be a long two weeks.

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“We're going to have to look at each person's history as we go up the line.” Pansy said, not looking forward to the work. The three of them were seated at a round table in the library surrounded by a pile of books.

“Well I know for a fact that the generations up to my great grandmother were purely human,” Malfoy drawled.

“Great, that leaves us with at least twenty more branches,” Harry muttered, grabbing a book from the pile and flipping it open. Coincidentally, the page he flipped open too showed an exact replica of the black family tapestry in Grimmuald Palace. Malfoy and Pansy followed the suit, picking out their own books.

“I'll start with Reynold Black,” Harry said, picking out the first name he saw.

“I'll take Louise Ramsey,” Pansy declared.

“Baldwin Black,” stated Malfoy.

The three set to work, steadily ignoring each other despite the tense atmosphere, which would be periodically broken for a random insult here and there.

0o0o0o0o

Harry grinned as he strolled down the brisk roads of Hogsmeade. Life for him was pretty good, with the exception of his stupid project. He spent more time arguing with his partners than accomplishing anything. Another thing that annoyed him was the lack of demons. He had grown restless in the absence of his best source of exercise and was starting to take it out on those around him. Just yesterday, he slammed some Slytherin seventh year into a wall hard enough to knock him out just for calling him `Saint Potter'.

He ignored the stares and whispers that surrounded him as he passed people on the street. He usually heard snippets of how it was amazing that he was alive, or how it was said he fought off demons, or how good he looked in those muggle jeans. His fame seemed to double since his return to the mortal realm and he even heard something about him being in a couple issues of Witch Weekly, something he wanted nothing to do with.

He entered the Three Broomsticks and looked around in the dim light for the person he was going to meet before spotting her sipping a butterbeer in a corner booth.

“Hey Shives!” he said, bounding up to the booth. She looked very pretty today, with her hair left down and curling around her shoulders. She wore a pair of tight, blue jeans and a simple but flattering white sweater.

“Reginald Fairfield!” she cried, leaping from her seat and latching onto him, “ready for some wild, hot human sex?” she asked wiggling her eyebrows.

Michael Corner, who was seated a few seats from them with a group of rowdy friends, choked on his drink.

“Shhh,” Harry managed through his grin, “keep it down.”

They both took a seat in the booth; Shiva snuggled in closer to Harry.

“Hey, you smell good. More demonly...” She sniffed again and suddenly looked serious, “Hey, you do smell more demonly!”

Harry smirked, “I was waiting for you to notice.”

Shiva gave him an impatient look, “Well then tell me what the hell is going on damnit!”

He then proceeded to explain exactly what happened in hell, from jumping in after the book, to the ritual, to his encounter with Naraku.

“...Which is why I need you to do me this favor.”

“And that would be...”

“I need you to teach me how to shadow walk.”

Shiva giggled, “And here I thought you had forgotten.”

“Oh no—I've been hell-bent on learning that.”

“Alright, alright, fine. But we need some place to practice,” she said. Harry had already thought of this.

“Follow me.”

He led her outside of the pub and behind a mostly vacant store.

“You know what the shrieking shack is?” he asked, looking around to make sure no one was watching them.

“Uh...oh, yeah.”

“Take us there.”

“Sir, yes sir.”

Harry once again felt the tingly and disturbing feeling of his body being painlessly broken down into little molecules and put back together again. He suddenly found himself in the same room that he first confronted Sirius in. His heart gave a painful tug and he lost his mask of indifference.

“Are you ok?” Shiva asked carefully. Harry swallowed the lump that formed in his throat.

“Yea ...lets get to work.”

“Alright,” Shiva agreed. She stood in front of him and took a deep breath, “I don't really know how to teach something like this so just watch what I do, you already know how it feels, and try it.”

“Um...ok?” Harry said, now sounding unsure himself. What if there were mess-ups like there was with apperation; a different variation of a splinch, perhaps?

Harry turned his attention on Shiva who's body suddenly dissolved into a dark smoky, mist. It swirled quickly before disappearing all together. At the same time, about five feet away from where she was standing, the mist appeared, spinning again, and quickly thickening and stretching into a body. The process probably took less than three seconds.

“Wow...”

“Now you try,” Shiva said, “just try picturing your body doing what mine just did and concentrate on how it feels. It's actually pretty easy, but it's not possible for everyone.”

“Right,” Harry muttered, closing his eyes and picturing the spot right behind Shiva. He tried imagining his body dissolving into the smoky substance like Shiva's had. He remembered the feeling of his molecules breaking down and reshaping, traveling. He felt light as hair and his stomach jolted from the sudden increase of speed. His body then felt heavy, his molecules were moving back in place. He opened his eyes to see the back of Shiva's head. She turned to face him, smiling brilliantly.

“Way to go, tiger! I told you it was simple.”

“I-I did it!” Harry exclaimed, elated. And picked Shiva up in a hug and spun her around.

“Put me down, fool!” she laughed.

“This is going to give me such a fucking edge over them!” Harry continued, still glowing with victory. He finally put Shiva down.

“For that uncharacteristic display of affection, you have to show me what you really look like.”

Harry just nodded and took out his wand. He paused for a moment.

“You show me you, too.”

“Ok, on the count of three,” She said, poising her left hand over the ring on her right. Harry lifted his wand to himself.

“One, two...three.”

Shiva pushed a button on her ring the same time that Harry removed his glammer spell. He almost fell down in surprise. The difference in Shiva was immense. Her skin turned to dark silver, with black striped markings on her face. Her eyes were completely black, sclera and all. Her hair was black as well. She had claws, fangs, and pointed ears like himself and, most interestingly, a slender tail with a pointed end. Though she was still very pretty, in an exotic type of way.

“Damn, you're fine!” Shiva said, giving him a once over.

“Well you're fucking hott, yourself. Look at all that leather...” he would have noticed a blush had her skin been lighter.

“I want my sex right now,” Shiva demanded, growling lowly in her throat. She didn't wait for a reply, she just took two steps into his arms and buried her face in his neck, licking and nuzzling, taking in his musky and demonic scent.

“No marking,” Harry warned.

“I know; the same goes for you. I'm not the only one with fangs now,” she reminded him.

“No, but you're the only one with these,” He said huskily before capturing her mouth with his and grabbing hold of her breasts, massaging them. He had never been so bold as a human, but his demon instincts were taking over his actions, making him far more aggressive than he ever thought possible. Shiva responded by moaning into the kiss and pulling him closer to her.

“Do you think we should change back?” Shiva asked as she quickly tugged her shirt over her head.

“No fucking way,” Harry breathed, pushing her down onto the decrepit floor.

At the same time, outside the gates surrounding the old building, Inu Yasha stood languidly as he listened to the headmaster drone on and on about the history of the town. The old man had taken it upon himself to give his new teacher a tour of Hogsmeade. Inu Yasha decided against informing him that he has been familiar with the town before Dumbledore was even born.

“...And this is the shrieking shack, the most notoriously haunted structure in Scotland. Though it has been silent for years. In fact, I am certain that it has been abandoned for quite some time now,” Dumbledore said with his infamous twinkle in his eye.

Inu Yasha raised his eyebrows and looked over at the seemingly forsaken shack. He might have believed it if two familiar scents had not reached his nose, mingling enticingly in the air.

“Abandoned, huh?” he inquired, cocking his head to the side.

“Oh, yes. No one's been in there for years,” the younger man said confidently. He popped a lemon drop in his mouth.

A loud shriek from the building sent a flock of crows into the air. At the same time, Albus Dumbledore accidentally swallowed his treat down the wrong pipe, causing him to choke and sputter comically.

“It sounds like those ghosts are back,” Inu Yasha said cheerfully whacking his new boss on the back to help dislodge the misplaced candy.