InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Hunter ❯ Fangs and Eyes ( Chapter 27 )

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

Chapter 31

The PTB were neither male nor female. The held a universal knowledge bestowed upon them by the Creator and were given reign over inferior beings to help them keep reign over the creatures of earth. These beings were of all specie and class, weather it be a guardian, white lighter, or angel, and they knew to grant their great presence with the appropriate attire and respect. Yes, the PTB were rarely given any surprises or troubles from these employers. There was only one employee of theirs that still had the ability to surprise them at times. And he just came waltzing in wearing a sweatshirt and pajama pants.

“Alright you sanctimonious old people,” Inu Yasha yelled out as he barged into the white room they congregated at, “What the hell are you doing?”

The tallest one turned his hooded face towards the enraged guardian, “Whatever do you mean?”

“You know damn well what I mean,” Inu Yasha said angrily, “Why the fuck are you dragging Naraku in this?”

The female spoke next, “you remember what we told you when we first revealed the prophesy to you, do you not?”

“Well...yes,” Inu Yasha said uncertainly, his verve diminishing quickly as what he had been trying to deny came to light, “But if Naraku fights, I'll be forced to fight as well.”

“Then that is your destiny.”

“But...” Inu Yasha knew it was useless to argue, the anger that once fueled his body left him, leaving exhaustion. He knew there was a chance this might happen; he had always known. It was his own fault if he wasn't properly prepared for it. Besides—if worst came to worst, the girls had their mother and the rest of his children were old enough to take care of themselves. But Potter...he wasn't ready yet. He was a good enough demon hunter but he could be so much more. In a couple years he could take guardianship over the ninth gate. He needed more time.

“Every thing will come to pass when it is meant to. You know your duty,” the tallest one spoke again, as if reading his mind. Inu Yasha pursed his lips together, holding back a flippant comment that was itching to spring forth from his mouth, knowing it was fruitless to argue. Instead he turned on his heal and marched back to where Potter would be waiting for him with his twenty questions.

“You do know he's going to try and get that human boy as the next guardian, don't you?” The one farthest right said with disapproval. “We cannot allow that.”

The shortest one shook his head, “You said the same thing about letting a half-human take the responsibility and he has proven himself splendidly. Give the boy a chance. I trust Inu Yasha's instincts.”

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When Harry returned to his room he saw that everyone had gone back to sleep. Wasting no time he moved strait to his trunk and fished out the book which was buried deep beneath his clothes. Pulling it out, he noticed a shining reflection on the cover from to the window light. He stared down at the familiar leather binding instantly noticing some new changes. He didn't know why he didn't observe it before, but imbedded in the cracked, leather cover were tiny fragments of what looked like ivory. He ran his hand over the smooth pieces. This was definitely something he should have noticed before now. All those times this summer he used this and never had he seen...

“Ouch,” Harry cried out loud, bringing his sore finger to his mouth.

“Wussamatter?” Ron asked blearily, sitting up in his bed.

“Nothing,” Harry muttered, looking at the cover. He looked down at his bleeding finger and then to the bottom corner of the binding, where a pallid, ivory point stuck out from the cover. Harry squinted at it, trying to figure out what it was. He pushed ad tugged on it but it wouldn't budge. It was just like the pieced stuck in the cover.

Deciding to bring the matter to Inu Yasha, Harry shrugged and started back towards Inu Yasha's room. This time he wasn't as cautious and paid for it.

“Well, well—if it isn't another arrogant Potter strutting about the corridors as if he owned the castle.”

Harry cringed at the oily, satisfied voice behind him.

“Now what would your beloved headmaster think about his favorite student out of bed?”

“As of late, I don't think the shit-head would be too surprised,” Harry said before he could stop himself.

“That will be twenty points for your insolence, Potter, and another fifty for being out of bed past curfew. Now hand over whatever it is your carrying and get to bed or it will be a detention.”

Harry couldn't care less about the house points. After all he had been through, they were trivial. But there was no way in hell he'd be giving Snape that book; especially when the bastard had the dark mark on his arm.

“Snape...” Harry said, backing up to the edge of the railing, “...Go fuck yourself.”

Before an enraged Snape could open his mouth to give him detentions for the rest of the year, Harry jumped backwards off the railing, his body gracefully arching as he fell past all the staircases that seemed to magically move out of the way, before landing in a crouch on the hall railing of the second floor. Harry casually hopped off and walked a few yards to Inu Yasha's door.

“Chicken Nuggets,” he said, using the password that only Inu Yasha would pick. It turned out Chicken Nuggets was the name of an orange cat the half-demon once owned, one who had two fuzzy, giant, orange testacles—hence the name.

Inu Yasha wasn't there at the moment so Harry made himself at home by lying back on the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table.

“Feet off the table.”

Harry immediately moved his legs. Inu Yasha plopped down besides him, putting his feet where Harry's were a moment before.

“So what the fuck is going on?” Harry asked impatiently.

Inu Yasha blinked as if he were trying to wake himself up.

“Uh...well...let's just say the PTB warned me Voldemort might find an ally.”

“And...”

“And...that's it.”

“That's it?” Harry repeated skeptically, not believing him for a second.

Inu Yasha nodded, still staring strait ahead. “So you want me to teach you occlumency?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. So how is it you know that? You said something about Azkaban...”

Inu Yasha chuckled, “Yeah, I spent over a year there before I escaped. I was pretty lucky. Back then they usually had people kissed after a year. It left more room for others.”

Harry made a face, “that's sick. What'd you do to end up there?”

“Basically...I was born.”

“What?”

Inu Yasha smiled and elaborated, “I am a half-breed.”

“That's not a reason!” Harry said aghast, immediately thinking of Umbridge, “Wizards did this?”

Inu Yasha nodded, “Life's rarely fair, especially when you're a half-breed. But we have more fun, so it's worth it.”

“So how'd you escape?” Harry asked, wanting to know more.

“Hmm. Oh yeah, a friend broke me out.”

“Who?”

Inu Yasha just smiled and shook his head, “That's not important.”

Harry was still confused, “But why didn't you just break yourself out? I mean...dementors are from hell right? And you're a guardian, so they shouldn't have had much authority over you, right?”

Inu Yasha shook his head, “Nope. I wasn't a guardian then. And unfortunately the dementors have similar affect on me as they have on you. Only difference is you can protect yourself.”

Harry was speechless for a minute. He never actually thought of Inu Yasha as having any weaknesses. The guardian had always seemed so carefree and powerful and to hear him speak of his weak point so casually was unnerving. The two sat in silence for a moment longer before Harry remembered something.

“Um, Inu Yasha, what the fuck is this?” he held up the book; the white bits shining in the lamp light. Inu Yasha didn't even look at it.

“Oh, so you can see it now can you?”

“The flashy white things? Yes, I can see them. What the hell is it and how did it get in there.”

“That,” Inu Yasha said, laying a hand on the book in Harry's lap, “is the remains of a dog demon's fang.”

“Um, cool?” Harry replied, not quite following, “And there are chunks of it in the cover because...”

“I put it there,” Inu Yasha answered simply and honestly. Harry gave a frustrated sigh.

“For once can you just give me the whole damn explanation? What is the point?”

“The fang has a barrier that wards off Demons. I did it to save me time and energy from having to keep the book out of demon hands.”

“Then how can I touch it? I'm a demon, right?”

“No, you're barely a half demon. I've told you this before; half-demons are not demons. Only a half-breed would be able to see it in its transformed state. This tells me that you have barely looked at the book since you arrived at Hogwarts.”

Harry was too confused to feel ashamed, “Transformed...?”

“Yes. The fang was once a sword.”

“A...sword?”

“Mmhmm—named Tetsusaiga.”

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The next morning at breakfast proved to be an interesting one. The moment Harry stepped through the doors he was greeted with the sight of at least thirty ministry officials and the minister of magic himself crowding around the head table. Not a fun way to start off the day. He craned his neck to see what Inu Yasha thought of this. Inu Yasha met his gaze and rolled his eyes, making a face at the minister that did not go unnoticed by Morgana, who swiftly elbowed him in the ribs.

“What?” Inu Yasha asked innocently. Morgana narrowed her eyes at him.

“When will you grow up?”

Inu Yasha thought for a moment. “How about as soon as I get down your pants?” he said with bona fide zeal.

It took all of Morgana's vampire self-control not to smash his face in his eggs. Harry snorted with laughter as he sat down, his demonic hearing allowing him to listen in on the conversation from across the hall. He was about to dig into his own eggs when a looming shadow spread over his plate, the figure responsible directly behind him. Harry suppressed a groan.

“The death of Ms. Laurel Pince was a tragic one indeed, wasn't it Mr. Potter?” Fudge spoke with an underlying accusatory tone.

“Yup,” he answered dully, not bothering to address the minister to his face. Fudge was miffed but not deterred, leaning over the back of his head more, practically breathing down his neck as he tried to enjoy his breakfast.

“I hear that you were the last person with the body in a highly suspicious crime scene...”

“Is there something you'd like to say to me minister,” he said, knowing exactly where this was going, “because quite frankly, I'd like to get back to my eggs and you're making it impossible to enjoy my breakfast with you breathing all over me.”

This only served to elicit peals of laughter from the students for practically the entire Hall was listening ever since the minister walked up to Potter. The minister reddened dangerously.

“I am the minister and I demand respect,” he said coldly.

“I'll respect you when you get off your ass and do something for the war.” Harry said back with just as much ice in his voice. There was a brief silence and then:

“You stupid delusional boy, there is no war.”

That did it for Harry. This man—the minister of the fucking wizarding world—refused to believe that Voldemort was back even when the majority of the wizarding world knew; even when there were dozens of witnesses in the atrium last year; even when attacks were being executed by death eaters every other day.

“Are you shitting me???” Harry asked aghast, no longer caring who heard him. He wasn't aware that he was now standing on his feet, his hand held his wand in a death grip, “What the fuck do you think you saw last year at the ministry?”

“A farce,” the minister said confidently as if he were prepared for such a question, “roused by you and Dumbledore to cause more disorder to the ministry and deceive the people of wizarding Britain.”

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. That was the biggest load of shit he'd ever heard. Even some of the minister's lackeys looked skeptical for they too believed Voldemort was back. Not only that but once again he was grouped in the same category as Dumbledore, which was quickly becoming a pet peeve of his.

“Wha-why-arrgh...” he growled at a loss for words, “Who the fuck voted for him?!?!?” He finally managed to spurt out to the audience of students, teachers and ministry representatives that watched the exchange. One of the ministry officials meekly raised his hand.

Fudge opened his mouth, face mottled in fury, when Dumbledore spoke up.

“Cornelius, Harry; that is enough.”

Harry ignored him as he approached, growling low in his throat, but not loud enough for any humans to hear.

“Minister, I assure you that Mr. Potter had nothing to do with our dear, late librarian's death, tragic as it was. Now I would appreciate it if you took any more business of yours to my office and away from the eyes of these children and their breakfasts.”

Harry idly wondered if Dumbledore just told the minister of magic that the breakfast had eyes. Fudge seemed to calm down and placed his bowler's hat back on his shiny, bald head.

“No, no. I think my business is finished here,” he said with a scowl. He turned and looked at Harry with contempt, “I'll be watching you potter.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry said listlessly. He was tired now from getting so worked up so early in the morning. All he wanted was to eat his fucking eggs! Even if they did have eyes...

Fudge and his cronies left the premises of Hogwarts, leaving a very awkward silence in their wake. Much of the hall was looking from Harry to Dumbledore, wondering if there was any juicy action left. They were severely disappointed when Dumbledore sighed and walked back to his seat while Harry simply dug into his eggs.

“Well, what the hell was the point of that?” Inu Yasha asked, his voice echoing loudly across the mostly silent hall. Morgana groaned and dropped her head into her hands in a most unladylike fashion.

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Sorry. After I read the sixth book (loved it!) I had a bit of writer's block. I almost couldn't bring myself to portray Dumbledore as an asshole anymore. But I did.

Anyhoo. Harry's stay at Hogwarts may come to an abrupt end in the next couple of chapters. There's going to be a big showdown coming up and we'll get to see some of Inu Yasha's real powers. Woot.

Thanks for the reviews and your patience!