InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Hunter ❯ End of the End ( Chapter 29 )

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

Chapter 33

Last time...

“Soul trapping,” Harry muttered reading the title of the page. His eyes widened considerably as he read the page, “Oh hell...”

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Harry leapt back towards the roaring town of Hogsmeade where screams and curses could be heard for miles. In no time at all he was situated besides Inuyasha who was simply standing above all the commotion, hands in his jeans like he hadn't a care in the world. The only thing that would indicate otherwise would be the hard, blazing look in his eyes as he stared pointedly at any demon that pursued whichever human that wasn't wearing a white mask.

“Human sacrifices?” Harry hissed at Inuyasha. The man didn't break his eye contact. He just continued to give pointed looks at certain demons as if he were communicating with them. Whatever demon he looked at would look up at him with something akin to anger, shock or fear, and then change course and go after a death eater.

“We have a bunch of willing ones right here,” He stated, gesturing to the death eaters that were being torn open by the demons.

Harry blinked, “Weren't the demons supposed to be after everyone other than the death eaters?”

“I persuaded them otherwise,” Inuyasha said simply. As Harry looked around, he noticed the tides had turned slowly into their favor in his short absence.

Despite the fact that many aurors, Order and DA members ran off at the sight of demons, the remaining ones seemed to be fairing quite well with the demons' sudden contribution to the dwindling numbers of death eaters.

Harry looked to see if Voldemort had noticed this as well but the creature was otherwise preoccupied with Dumbledore—who seemed to be loosing.

“Everyone is distracted; you know what to do.”

“Do you think this will work?” Harry said doubtfully. He had read the inscription thoroughly before returning and it seemed to be quite difficult. The human sacrificed were probably needed in part for the vast amount of blood required.

Inuyasha shrugged, “If it worked for me, it will work for you.”

Harry nodded and jumped into the fray. He was a bit shocked to see many demons look at him, freeze up, and then dismiss him, but passed it as Inuyasha's doing. He set to work on grabbing any abandoned, bloodied bodies of death eaters and dragging them to the correct positions that the book instructed. Once that was done he took his wand and began cutting the bodies and artfully sprayed every last drop of blood he could milk from their corpses in a particular design. In the center was a five-point star of blood with a body at each tip and a wide circle of blood around that which was had yet to be completed at the moment.

All Harry needed was just a few more liters of blood. He looked around and spotted a body not too far off from his right. It seemed freshly killed with a large bite mark in the neck and his vocal cords hanging out—but something about the oily scent seemed familiar. Putting his task on hold despite being in the middle of a raging battlefield, Harry slipped off the mask to see a curtain of black, greasy hair fall out and frame the pale face of one Severus Snape. His glazed obsidian eyes seemed warmer in death than they did in life, as though he was given a great relief of some sort. Harry shrugged, it wasn't any of his concern—he just wanted the man's blood. Harry threw the body on the ground and used the cutting curse to cut open the carcass. He then levitated the blood and used it to complete the circle. The giant rune glowed for a moment, showing its completion. Now all Harry needed Voldemort in the middle. But as he looked around he realized there were too many demons to do anything more for demonic blood would tarnish the ritual completely.

“Inuyasha—!” He called out for help but stopped short. Inuyasha stood at the end of the street with his eyes closed seeming at peace but his aura had suddenly become visible and was pulsating with a dark purple light. Harry could only stare in awe. Even after witnessing Dumbledore at his best he had never seen anything as powerful or spectacular as this. Each pulse seemed to ripple the air and stop whatever actions the demons were in the midst of, while the humans kept on fighting, unawares.

Inuyasha then opened his eyes and the air chilled. A high pitched ringing rang throughout the air, causing massive waves of fear to roll off the demons, as if they knew what was coming. Starting at Inuyasha's feet, a small wave started to roll in the earth, which gradually picked up speed and size. It traveled the length of the street, spreading in an arch and covering the whole ground of Hogsmeade. As it moved it seemed to suck any demon it rolled under into the ground and off the face of the human earth. Soon all that was left were several aurors and Order members, a few students, a handful of death eaters, and a shit load of bodies.

“Woah,” Harry breathed in admiration. That was power, pure and simple.

“Focus,” Inuyasha said sternly, his aura dissipating in an instant. Harry started and nodded, turning just in time to see Dumbledore go flying into a wall, hitting the stone with a sickening thud and sliding to the ground unconscious.

Voldemort smirked, “Avada Ke—”

His moment of triumph was cut off as a stinging, blood-red whip wrapped around his waist and threw him off his feet into the center of the street. Shocked, he looked up to see a dark haired youth grinning darkly at him several feet away, a dripping, crimson whip lay limp in his hand.

“Potter!” Voldemort hissed, too furious at being cheated to notice where he stood, “Crucio!”

“Contego” Harry said quickly. A thin wall of blood rose up from the lines of the pattern and blocked the red light. Voldemort's anger melted into shock as he witnessed someone successfully block an unforgivable. It was then Voldemort looked around and realized for the first time just how badly he was loosing with most of his minions littering the ground and the hundreds of demon's he summoned strangely absent. Harry smirked. It was high time to finish this and he had to act fast while Voldemort was dazed.

“Animus decipio abduco hic contemptus animus a barathrum...” Harry muttered darkly in Latin. He pulled out his dagger in an instant and slit both his wrists; the few witnesses left standing on the battlefield gasped, appalled, but Harry paid them no heed. Instead he focused on the incantation as manacles of blood shot up from the design and latched onto Voldemort's limbs.

“What? What is this magic?” Voldemort screeched, attempting to shoot spell after spell at the blood chains. Nothing would work. Suddenly the cold earth within the wide circle Harry had laid began to liquefy and redden, until it transformed into a murky sort of miasma. More blood chains shot out from it and began to pull Voldemort to his impending death. Whatever death eaters were left saw this and tried to run, only to be tackled down by aurors.

“Damn, you Potter, I'll kill you! Avada—acck!” Voldemort was cut off once again by a chain that jumped up from the ground behind him and wrapped tightly around his neck. He sputtered and glared angrily at Harry, managing to spit out a few choice words. The chains began to pull him into the depths of hell faster as the red miasma swirled around Voldemort.

“Don't think this is the end, Potter,” He rasped out, “I'll only grow stronger no matter where you send me. I'll get yours! You and your little dog too!” (A/N: couldn't stop myself! XP)

Harry knew there was one last thing he needed to do to complete the spell. He looked at Inuyasha who nodded his head in encouragement.

“I don't think so, snake-bitch. We've reserved a special place in hell for you and since we're best mates and all that I figured I should escort you there...just so you don't get lost or anything.”

With out any more warning, and much to the horror of any remaining Order members and his former friends, Harry jumped into the liquid miasma and pushed down Voldemort's head, successfully submerging the darkest wizard of the century into the blanket of hell's liquid fire. He looked up and made eye-contact with Inuyasha, who wore an uncharacteristic look of anxiety on his face.

“I'll see you in a few,” he whispered so only Inuyasha could hear to which the man nodded with a ghost of a smile on his face and a proud, far-off look in his eyes. Harry took a deep gulp of air and dived down after Voldemort—the murky, red plasma turning back into ground the second he was clear from view.

“NO!” Ginny screamed, one of the few remaining DA members who had witnessed Harry's supposed demise. She ran forward to where he was seconds ago and collapsed on the ground, pounding her fist on the hard dirt, tears streaming down her face. A strong hand grabbed her arm just as she was about to punch the ground once more and pulled her to her feet. She drove her face into Neville's chest and continued sobbing. It shouldn't have ended like this. He didn't deserve to die this way.

Many people had gathered around the area where Harry had disappeared, bloodied and tired, some crying while others were silent in shock.

“Where did Nagasaki go?” Ron asked looking around after a few minutes of trying to process what happened. He didn't want to think about it just yet, finding he had too many conflicting emotions at the moment.

“I don't know, but did you see what he looked like?” Hestia asked in wonder, “Was it just me, or did he look like a demon too?”

“What does it matter? Harry's dead!” Hermione cried. She may have tried to cut ties with him, but the way he seemingly sacrificed himself for the demise of Voldemort showed her he was still the same kind-hearted boy she met on the train in first year. She had been such a close-minded fool!

“Yes, and I hope you can all appreciate what he has done for you and your futures,” Dumbledore spoke up, limping towards the crowd. He had come to just in time to see Harry save him from imminent death and then follow Voldemort into hell to make sure he stayed there. How he was wrong about that boy. A silent tear slid down his cheek into his beard as he continued, “Today is a day...that shall be remembered throughout time...as the day a man, a man who never had the chance to be a boy, gave us back our lives, our freedom, and our futures. Today we will celebrate the downfall of the once feared Voldemort. A downfall at the hands of a student with more bravery and heart than a grown man could ever possess. To Harry Potter!” Dumbledore finished with a shout, shooting a black of red and gold sparks into the air.

“To Harry Potter!” the crowd rang out in tears and memories, following the wizened wizard's example.

Inuyasha lifted his head as he heard his charge's name being called out by the very people who had caused him so much trouble. He gave a shaky sigh and looked at the dark and cloudy sky.

“I'm going after him!” Inuyasha called out to the heavens, “You're not stopping me this time!”

The gloomy clouds only rumbled in response—to which any human would think it a pretense of a storm. But as a hand to the PTB, Inuyasha got the message loud and clear.

"I know," Inuyasha muttered with a hint of sadness in his eyes, "I know it is far from over."

And suddenly the man who had spent the last four hundred sixty two years trying his best to learn and live for the sake of one sixteen year old boy disappeared; swallowed by the ground and launched into the pit of hell, reserved for the worst of the worst, where he knew his charge would be putting the finishing touches on a spell that would one day be broken.

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It's done.

Well, that's it for Demon Hunter anyway. Why don't you head onto the sequel “Millennium.”

Good stuff, good stuff.