InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Hunter ❯ Blackmail ( Chapter 25 )

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Dumbledore attempts to use some underhanding tricks to separate Inuyasha and Harry and Inuyasha finally cons Morgana into going on a date with him

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 11.21.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 294 | Status: Completed

Chapter 29

Harry sprung from his chair sniffing the air carefully. Draco's eyes were fixed on the librarian, watching the ever-growing pool of blood band around her head; staining her stringy, gray hair.

“W-w-w-w-” he stuttered, pointing a shaky finger at the corpse.

“Shut up,” Harry whispered harshly. He could hear something breathing, but it was very faint. Not to mention it was hard to concentrate with Malfoy whimpering in his ear.

Without warning, Madam Pince's body sat up; her eyes glazed over from death and the mouth hung open. Draco and Pansy released screams, both alike in volume and pitch, and bolted out of the library. Harry, on the other hand, did nothing. He just leaned against the table and watched as the body struggled to get on its feet. As his former librarian turned to face him he noticed some movement in the hole in her forehead. The hole was probably big enough to fit his fist in and any demon that size.

Mixed in with the nauseating scent of blood and death was the unmistakable stench of a demon, which hit him like a wave the moment she was on her feet. Pince flew at him as though her body was a puppet on strings, leaving a trail of saliva and blood where she was moments before.

Harry dodged it, allowing the corpse to hit the table and chairs behind him with a crash. He quickly dropped his glamour charm and bared his fangs at the demon he knew to be possessing her body. Pince's body simply lifted itself out of the mess and flew at Harry again. This time Harry stood his ground. Reaching back a clawed hand, he thrust it forward the moment the corpse was close enough and plunged it into the hole in her forehead. He grasped his fingers around the struggling demon inside, absently noting the lack of brains he felt. Either the demon ate them out or the woman really was an idiot. He finally managed to rip the black, hairy, rodent like demon from its hovel and quickly crushed it in his fist.

“Uhg, nasty,” Harry whispered with a disgusted face as he stared down at the body in his blood-soaked hand. He burned what was left of the demon using blood magic with Madam Pince's blood. It was possible to use other's blood for blood magic but it wasn't as powerful as using your own.

He turned to face the body, wondering what the hell he was going to tell Dumbledore. He could always destroy the body and claim Malfoy and Pansy insane. It wasn't like there were any witnesses, right? A noise from the hall startled him out of that idea.

“She's dead! I swear she's dead!”

His nose told him Malfoy, Pansy, Dumbledore, and Snape were quickly making their way to the library with Ron and Hermione not far behind. Without bothering to put his glamour charm back on, Harry leapt out the open window, jumping from window sill to window sill until he reached Inu Yasha's quarters.

In his haste to get out of the library, Harry didn't notice a shaking and frightened redhead crouching under a library table.

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When Harry arrived at Inu Yasha's window, he wasn't surprised to find Professor Verchik there as well, sitting in a refined manner with her legs crossed, clearly very annoyed with his adviser.

“Please,” Inu Yasha begged with the most adorable puppy dog look he could muster. And that was pretty damn adorable.

“No.”

Evidently it was not adorable enough for Morgana.

“Please.”

“No.”

“I'll give you a massage.”

“Don't touch me.”

“You really shouldn't deny yourself such great pleasures in life.”

“Are you finished? There's someone who'd like to see you on your window sill.”

“He can wait.”

“He's covered in blood.”

“He's into that stuff.”

Morgana sighed and waved her hand, allowing the window to unlock itself and Harry to let himself in.

“Er...am I interrupting?”

“Potter, please try and refrain from following in his footsteps. It's bad enough you've picked up his attitude in only a few short months,” Professor Verchik said, who had fallen into quite a sour mood.

“Now, now,” Inu Yasha said with a saucy grin, “Just because you want me doesn't mean you have to take it out on him.”

Morgana threw her hands in the air and began making her way to the door, “I can't handle you right now.”

“You couldn't handle me period.”

The vampiress swung around, fixing Inu Yasha with an icy and defiant glare. Harry felt a chill go down his spine and the look wasn't even directed at him, but Inu Yasha seemed to be basking in it.

“Fine. Next Hogsmeade weekend,” she said starkly and then stalked out the door.

Inu Yasha leaned back in his chair with his arms folded behind his head looking like the cat that got the canary, or, in his case, the dog that got the cat.

“You have the strangest taste in women, you know that right?” Harry asked warily.

“Well, women are women,” Inu Yasha replied insightfully, “except for priestesses... I'm through with them. So what happened to you?”

Harry shrugged and plopped down in the chair across from Inu Yasha's desk, “Oh, you know. Same old, same old. A demon made a home out of the librarian's head. Now...are there actually wards protecting the castle from demons?”

“Uh...” Inu Yasha squinted and looked around like he was trying to feel the wards right then and there, “...no. But I did warn you about this. Without anyone guarding the ninth gate of hell, the demons have pretty much free reign in that area.”

“Well, more fun for me I guess; it's about time they started coming. But Dumbledore's found the body by now; I bet he'll make it a real pain in the ass to go hunting with out being detected. I should have destroyed the body when I had the chance. Do you think it's too late to just destroy all the evidence? How many do you reckon have seen it?”

“Oh, a fair few so don't even bother. What I want to know is how come you didn't sense it earlier.”

Harry blushed, “uh...I don't really know actually. I think it was because I was so excited to be able to finish the project I spent four weeks working on.”

“Really? Because I think it is because you let your guard down after doing nothing for so long.”

“Heh heh...hang on, why didn't you sense it?”

“You didn't actually think a low class demon like that could have made it into the castle without alerting me, did you?” Inu Yasha said, looking slightly hurt that Harry would think so lowly of him.

“If you sensed it, then why didn't you do anything? How the fuck am I supposed to get my freaking books when I'm one librarian down?” Harry asked, trying to keep the smile off his face. He was starting to find this whole situation much funnier than it should have been.

“Um, hello, did you see the hot babe sitting in that chair a moment ago?” Inu Yasha said as if the answer was obvious.

“There are demons running amuck and you're more interested in wooing my DADA teacher?” Harry asked incredulously.

“Well, she's a very interesting woman.”

“You're hopeless.”

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“Students, I have a grave announcement to make,” Dumbledore called over the sea of children in the Great Hall who were awaiting their dinner. But the air was thick with fear and apprehension for the news of Madam Pince's demise spread like wildfire.

“Harry, I have to talk to you,” Hermione whispered severely to him from across the table, “Malfoy told me you were the last person in the library with Pince's body and when he left there wasn't blood and chairs everywhere. What happened?”

But her inquiry was cut short by Dumbledore's booming voice.

“As I'm sure many of you have heard already, Madam Pince was found dead a few hours ago. She was killed, though the causes of her death remain unknown. We will be doing further investigations immediately and ask in your cooperation in finding the perpetrator. If any of you have any information on this matter, please come forth and allow us to put this heinous deed to justice. This may very well be the act of Voldemort, who has been unusually quiet these past few months. All students will now be in their dormitories by no later than seven o'clock and no one is to venture the hallways without being accompanied by at least two or more people. Failure to comply with these rules will result in a detention, loss of house points, or more. This is for your own safety,” He added as the room was filled with groans.

Hermione leaned forward once more, “Harry, if you know something you have to tell me!”

“Why? So you can go tell your boss?” Harry asked scathingly before biting into a carrot.

“Why are you being so difficult?” Hermione replied maddened as she ran a hand through her snarled hair.

“Come on mate,” Ron piped up through a mouthful of beans, “Just tell her what you want and she'll leave you alone.”

Harry was about to tell them both to get off his back when Dumbledore spoke again.

“Will Harry Potter meet me in my office, now?”

“Great,” Harry deadpanned; abandoning what was left of his dinner to go chat with his favorite psychotic old guy.

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Dumbledore was surprisingly already in his office when Harry arrived.

“Have a seat Harry,” he said, starting off in the `grandfather' mode. Harry sat down guardedly.

“Now, from what I've heard, you were in the library when Madam Pince was killed.”

Harry shook his head.

“I don't know when she was killed, I just saw her body.”

“And then what did you do?”

“...leave.”

Dumbledore blinked and then sighed.

“Please, Harry, I need to know what happened during the time Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Parkinson left the library and when you did.”

“I left right after they did. I saw that bloody hole in her head and left.”

Harry knew Dumbledore knew he was lying—he never did master occlumency. Dumbledore then sought a new tactic.

“I've noticed you're spending a lot of time with Professor Nagasaki, Harry.”

Harry could feel himself growing agitated.

“Your point, sir?”

“I prefer it if you don't get too close to the teachers. I'd like the keep all relationships between students and teachers strictly that.”

Harry rolled his eyes thinking, `This is bull shit.'

“And what about Lupin? You sure as hell didn't mind me spending time with him.”

“That was different.”

“Why? Because he's in the Order? Because he reports everything I do to you?” He really hated to say such things about the werewolf but he couldn't trust anyone who was close to Dumbledore.

“That was not the case, Harry. I'm just saying that I could revoke any privileges of yours to speak to him if you don't willingly divulge the information you are withholding from me.”

Harry gaped at him, “are you blackmailing me?”

“Please don't think of it like that, Harry. Just tell me what happened.”

“I. Don't. Know.”

Dumbledore looked at him over his half-moon glasses, “Harry, we both know you're not telling the truth.”

Harry rubbed a hand over his face, totally fed up.

“Sir, did you interrupt my dinner just to waste my time?”

Dumbledore looked taken back by that comment.

“Of course not. I simply need to know if Voldemort is involved in this,” Dumbledore said as if it were obvious. This was the last straw for a tired and hungry teenage boy.

“Well than why the hell couldn't you ask that in the first place instead of beating around the bush? No. I haven't had any dreams or funny feelings or scar issues the entire year so far, happy? Now, I'm going to eat. Don't bother me.”

Harry stood from his chair and stormed out of his office, ignoring the headmaster calling him back.

Naturally, the first place he went was the kitchen, seeing as dinner in the Great Hall was sure as hell over and he didn't want to deal with twenty questions from Hermione.

He tickled the pear and entered the kitchen, expecting about twenty house elves to jump to his aid. What he didn't expect, though, was to see the tip of a wand in his face.

“Alright. Who the hell are you?”

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