InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Hunter ❯ Inuyasha Black ( Chapter 24 )

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

Chapter 24

“Potter, if you kick me one more time I'll hit you with an impotence jinx that will last you a lifetime,” Pansy threatened. The three of them were once again spending their afternoon in the library, pouring themselves over dozens of books. So far they had covered about two hundred and fifty Blacks, two-thirds of the family, and had not found an ounce of demon hood in anyone.

“I wasn't me, it was your boy toy,” Harry said lazily without looking up from his notes.

“I am not, nor will I ever be a `boy toy',” Malfoy scowled and then added in a quieted tone, “especially not hers.”

“Hey!” Pansy cried offended, “what's that supposed to mean?”

Madam Pince shushed them loudly with a glare.

Harry finally looked up from his work, confused.

“I thought you two were going out?”

Malfoy scoffed, “Hardly.”

“We tried it, not that it's any of your business, but soon found it to be fruitless,” Pansy said conversationally. In fact, it was about the first time she had ever talked somewhat civilly to him, “Turns out his tastes aren't exactly with witches.”

“Really? I always figured him to just be metrosexual,” Harry said thoughtfully.

“Excuse me,” Malfoy hissed, totally insulted, “I'm right here you know, and I like witches just fine. It was you I had the problem with.”

“Me? I'll have you know...”

Harry drowned them out as he stared back at the page in front of him. It was the first book he picked out since they started the project with the family tree in it. He had been crossing out the names he covered as he went up the line. He looked behind him to make sure madam Pince wasn't watching before pressing the tip of his quill to the paper and drawing a thin line over Ednus Black. He looked up to see who Ednus' parents were... Magnus Black, married to Susanna Wellington... he had a brother, Julian, who—

Harry stopped reading and stared at the paper, blinking his eyes hard. He removed his glasses, cleaned them on the corner of his shirt and put them back on.

This was wrong.

It wasn't even possible.

He stood up suddenly, causing his chair to topple over loudly. The noise started both Draco and Pansy, the latter shrieking loudly.

“Potter, what the hell are you doing?” Draco hissed. He noticed out of the corner of his eye, Madam Pince marching towards them, a murderous look on her face. Harry didn't bother to answer; he just turned and ran out of the library, abandoning the book and his work.

“I liked him better when he was predictable and a goody-goody,” Draco stated insipidly. Pansy nodded in agreement.

0o0o0o

Elphias Doge was sitting in the kitchen of headquarters sipping a steaming cup of tea and reading the daily prophet. Voldemort had been unusually quiet as of late, not leaving any leads or hints of information for them to figure out his plans. Even Snape wasn't much help. Elphias sighed and took and other sip of his tea. The headquarters always required someone to be there to make sure it was not discovered by anyone who knew the Black family and it was his turn to stay there.

Elphias noticed a dark, wispy smoke suddenly appear in the center of the kitchen. He stood quickly, dropping his tea and whipping out his wand. The smoke swirled and thickened until it took the shape of a human body, which quickly cleared to show none other that Harry Potter.

“M-Mr. Potter!” Elphias exclaimed, nearly dropping his wand as well. He stood a shocked step backward and blinked his eyes continually, not believing what he just saw.

“Hey Doge,” Harry said breathlessly before sprinting past him and out of the kitchen. It took Elphias a moment to realize he ran off.

“O-oh no. Um, Mr. Potter!” he called after him. Elphias could hear the thumps as the boy took the stairs two by two, “Gotta floo Albus,” he muttered to himself.

Harry reached the second floor landing and ran down the hallway, stopping at the tapestry Sirius showed him last year. He skimmed over the names quickly, his finer grazing up the painting until it reached Magnus Black. He ran it across the gold line to the left over to his brother, Julian Black, should have been; his name had been blasted off like Sirius'. Underneath him was Izayoi Black—who was married to an unknown—and under Izayoi, was the name Inu Yasha Black. How many people could possibly be named Inu Yasha?

Harry then did something no one in the Order had been able to do. Gripping both sides of the tapestry with his hands, he tore it from the wall, leaving the crumbing plaster in its absence. A swirl of smoke and he was gone.

Two second later Dumbledore and Doge came running around the corner to see an empty hallway.

Doge scratched his head, staring at the, “I could have sworn he was here sir...”

“I believe you Elphias,” Dumbledore said, his eyes fixed on the bare wall where the tapestry once hung, “I believe you.”

0o0o0o

“INU YASHA!” Harry yelled as he burst into his classroom, “you son of a bitch, get out here!”

Thankfully there was no class in session.

“Actually, the dog part came from my father's side.”

Harry whirled around and thrust the abused tapestry into his chest. Inu Yasha pulled it away from him and looked at it. He swallowed heavily.

“So, uh...” but Inu Yasha couldn't think of anything to say to Harry. He had been hoping this would not come up.

“You were a Black? You were related to Sirius?”

Inu Yasha cast his eyes back to the tapestry in his hands, “remember how I said I had the magical gene?”

“Yeah?” Harry said, impatient for an answer. Inu Yasha was silent a moment as he looked over the names on the

“My mother was a squib,” he said fondly, tracing his fingers over the name Izayoi. Harry walked over next to him and looked at the tapestry as well.

“Who's he?” he asked, tapping Julian Black.

“My grandfather. From what I know, he went to Japan on business and met my grandmother, the daughter of a Japanese lord. When my mother was born, they decided to raise her in Japan because of a dangerous feud between my grandfather and his brother. Then she met my father, who was a demon lord.”

“What happened to everyone?” Harry asked. He then instantly regretted it. He hated it when he had to talk about why he was orphaned, why should Inu Yasha have to do the same?

“You don't have to answer that—”

“No it's alright. I don't even remember my father; he died when I was a baby. On my sixth birthday my grandfather, uh, Julian, threw a party for me at his castle. They gave me a glamour charm so that I could mingle with the people. That was when Magnus stormed the castle, killing everyone there, including my mother.”

“You were six?” Harry asked quietly. He knew better than to stupidly just say `I'm sorry'. He knew the uselessness of it from experience.

“Feh. Yea.”

“How did you escape?”

“My grandfather threw a portkey at me seconds before he was hit by a killing curse. It took me back to Japan. I didn't come back until sixty years later.”

Maybe this was why he became attached to Inu Yasha so quickly, because he reminded him of Sirius, with his constant laughing and mischievous ways. Now that Harry looked at him, he could see a bit of resemblance. Under the rugged exterior Inu Yasha had the Black regal features: a strong jaw line, high cheekbones, and dark brow. His human form had black hair, like Sirius, and the same violet eyes as Bellatrix (though perhaps less insane...but only a little).

“Why didn't you say anything? About you being a Black, I mean,” Harry asked dejectedly, plopping down on a desk. Inu Yasha sat down on the desk next to him and shrugged.

“I guess I thought it didn't matter much. I'm sorry anyways.”

Harry scratched his arm sheepishly, “Yeah well, I'm sorry for freaking out like that.”

Inu Yasha nodded in acceptance and the two sat in silence for a moment.

“Wanna get some ramen?”

“Yeah!”

0o0o0o0o

“Where were you yesterday Potter?” Malfoy demanded during their next library meeting, “We only have two days left to finish this!”

“Chill out, it's in the bag now,” Harry said, dropping his book bag next to his chair and pulling out his notes.

“What the hell did you just say?”

Harry rolled his eyes at the pureblood's ignorance of muggle sayings, “Never mind. I found a demon in the line.”

“You did?” Pansy exclaimed excitedly.

“Shhhh!” Madam Pince hushed them.

“Yeah, shhh,” Harry agreed before he proceeded to explain the relationship between Izayoi and the demon lord.

“I can't believe there was a squib in the Black family,” Draco said in disbelief when he finished.

“So the line stops at this Inu Yasha guy?” Pansy asked ignoring him, “Why does that name sound familiar?”

“Who cares,” Harry said, not wanting to reveal Inu Yasha's true.

“Yeah, the loser was just a half-breed anyway,” Draco laughed.

“Hey!” Harry said sharply, “watch it.”

“What do you care?”

Harry said nothing and took a calming breath, “Let's just get this project done alright?”

“Fine with me. Pansy, hand me my quill will you?” Draco asked, pulling out some books. The library had gone quiet once they stopped talking.

“Where is everyone? Are we the only ones in here?” Harry asked, briefly looking up and glancing around the bare room.

“How the hell should I know where everyone is, Potter? Pansy! I asked you to get me my quill—hey...what's wrong?”

Harry looked at Pansy who was sitting across the table they were working at. She was staring up behind them with her mouth shaking open in horror as if she was about to scream. Slowly, the two boys turned around in their seats to see Madam Pince standing behind them, her body teetering dangerously. A gaping hole stood in the center of her forehead. With a groan her body fell backwards and hit the floor with a thud, dead.

Pansy finally released that scream she was holding in.