InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny's Dark Path ❯ Who Will Protect You Now? ( Chapter 2 )

Authors' Note: Hey guys! I'm updating isn't it amazing! All right, last chapter was short and mostly about Inuyasha and Kagome. This chapter though will be a bit longer and have a lot more of Harry in it. These are some things you're going to need to know if you read my story, remember I said this story has ELEMENTS of book five.

The fight with the Death Eaters when Dudly was around happened but Dudly got a broken arm.

Harry didn't get the letter from the ministry until much later.

The trail didn't occur until the first week of school instead of during the summer.

Harry wasn't able to get to the Black's Estate until MUCH later, though he still spent Christmas there.

The knife that Sirius gave Harry was Lost, but Harry found again shortly after he broke the mirror.

The promise that the OotP made in the end of the book has been broken. This will be explained later.

If anything else comes up that doesn't fit or that you don't get, just say it in a review and I will explain it if I can or tell you in what chapter it will be explained in.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

*~*~* Last Time *~*~*

"What's so funny girl?" The gray-eyed man sneered at her.

The raven-haired miko however didn't get a chance to respond as a defining roar sounded through their ears. Most covered their ears, including the strange man with the demon aura, yet Kagome stood tall and still. She suddenly felt the snake's demon hold on her slacken, then she was pulled into a strong yet comforting embrace with a red clothed figure. A few feet away Kagome could see what remained of the two demons.

"Damn it Kagome I can't let you go anywhere with you getting yourself into trouble can I?" Inuyasha said jokingly yet seriously at the same time.

Kagome decided not to answer and buried herself into Inuyasha's safe embrace. Inuyasha had one hand around her waist while the other was holding the Tetsusaiga threateningly at the strange man. He growled out at him and was about to attack when he disappeared into a flash of light.

The light temporarily blinded every one, once everyone had regained his or her senses Inuyasha spoke, "Care to explain what happened Kagome?"

~* Hogwarts *~

The door to Albus Dumbledor's office flung open as an elderly woman in dark green robes and matching hat strolled in.

"Albus, the Dark Lord launched an attack on muggle Tokyo. They've found them Albus."

*~*~* Continuation *~*~*

The cramp room was dark; the only light came from beneath the door and from the old battered watch that adorned his wrist. He was huddled up in the farthest corner of the small room, if a cupboard under the stairs could count as a room. Dark, wild ebony hair fell across his face and slightly over his knees, which was currently hiding his face from view and had his arms wrapped around them. His glasses were once again broken, as a crack was present on his right lens; dark emerald eyes that seemed cloudy and unfocused stared out of them.

It was July 31st.

1:09 a.m. in the morning as the thunder from the raging storm outside crashed.

The boy didn't flinch as the thunder crashed and the lighting cracked.

He couldn't even hear the storm that had been raging for the hour and nine minutes.

He couldn't feel the pain of the black and blue bruises and shallow cuts that adorned his pale flesh.

He couldn't feel the tears that welled up in his burning eyes.

He couldn't feel his fingernails dig deep into the flesh of his palms, nor did he feel the slight trickle of blood that flowed down from the small half circle cuts.

He couldn't any physical pain, as he had become accustomed to it.

This doesn't that he could feel pain, because the pain he felt was a thousand times worse than any man made or magical pain.

He felt angry.

Hatred.

Abandoned.

Disgusted.

And most of all betrayed.

He was angry with himself for always putting his friends and loved ones in danger.

He felt hatred toward the man who started all of this almost sixteen years ago.

He felt abandoned by the very people who were suppose to protect him left him with an abusive family.

He felt disgusted with himself for having these feelings and letting every one down.

But above all, he felt betrayed. Betrayed by his friends, his loved ones, by fate, even by God himself. He felt as if the fates were laughing at his `life'. He felt damned to walk this life and all of eternity alone and betrayed. The anger inside of him burned brighter.

`Damn. Damn this world. Damn Voldemort. Damn that stupid prophecy. Damn this scar. Damn this hell of a life.' His mind yelled, though no one could hear. Emerald eyes darkened into a deep dark green.

It was all because of that prophecy. It had caused his Godfather's early death. It had caused his parents death. It had caused him this life. A life of nothing but pain. Nothing but pain and torment. What had he done to disserve this? What had he done to disserve the lighting bolt shaped scar that decorated his forehead?

He had done nothing. His eyes darkened farther as he reached up a hand and roughly touched the scar. It was what made him famous, what had made him Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived. His face twisted into a snarl. He hated this. He hated all of this pain. All of this pain that was caused by that prophecy and Voldemort.

`Why couldn't Voldemort have chosen Neville instead?' Immediately after thinking this he regretted it. Harry wouldn't wish his life on any one, not even Voldemort. Neville had already been through enough any way. What, with his parents being brought to insanity due to the Death Eater's torture.

His life was his own fault. He had come to this realization shortly after returning for the Hogwarts express. He was the one who had been born on the last day of July, he was the one who brought his friends into the chambers under the trap door that the three headed dog Fluffy guarded in their first year. He was the reason Hermione had gotten petrified during their second year. He was had let scabbors, better known as Peter Pettigrew live in their third year. He was the reason why Voldemort had come back in his own body and the reason why Cedric was now dead in his fourth year. He was the reason why Sirius died in his fifth year.

Sirius.

Just his name brought tears to Harry's eyes, which joined the now flowing stream of tears down his cheeks and face. If Sirius was still alive he would have made sure that the Dursleys never laid a finger on him. Sirius would have made him smile in these dark times.

But he was dead.

Harry had refused to believe it for the longest time. That is, until his Uncle Vernon had said that if Sirius really did care about Harry, he would have taken him away from this place, and back to his home with those `freaks' during one of Harry's `punishment' sessions. He had refused to cry in front of his uncle, so Harry waited until he had gotten to his cupboard to cry his heart out.

Harry grew even more depressed as the hours passed. His so-called friends had not owled him once. Not even for his birthday. At least last year he had gotten short letters, though they weren't descriptive nor had they gone into much detail, but Harry was glad to have heard from his friends. He had heard nothing from the wizarding world since he had left it at the end of June.

Harry though, couldn't think on it any more as he heard the tall tale `thump' `thump' coming from above him as some plaster fell around him. Dudly was awake and soon the whole family would be too. With a sigh, Harry rubbed his eyes, which had long since shed its last tear. He was even sure if he could cry any more.

Dudly banged loudly on the door and yelled for Harry to get up and make his breakfast. Harry got up with out a word and trudged to the kitchen to make breakfast for the overly eager Dudly.

With in fifteen minutes the rest of the Dursley family had come down for breakfast. The pig-like Vernon sat at the head of the table reading the newspaper and commenting on how stupid some of the controversial subjects were and how he could easily fix them if he was part of the government. Aunt Petunia, who resembled a horse with her long neck perfect for spying on neighbors, was fussing over her Dudly-kims as she switched between glaring at Harry and drinking some of the tea that Harry had placed on the table. Dudly was just making a fuss over how long Harry was taking to make breakfast.

Harry amazingly, at least in his mind, had breakfast done within ten minutes of everyone sitting down. The emerald-eyed wizard placed a mountain of eggs, bacon, sausage, hot cakes, and fruits on Vernon and Dudly's plate and an average size for his aunt. He stood off in the corner as he waited for his relatives eat their breakfast not taking any notice to Harry.

They talked over breakfast about what car to get Dudly for his birthday. Harry stood staring off into the distance thinking about anything but his overriding hunger pains. His bulky hand-me-down cloths hid most of his overly skinny body; he had barely gotten fed at all during this summer on of his `punishments'. His pale skin stretched over his ribs making them clearly visible, he had grown only half an inch so far but it only caused him more pain as his body protested its need for food.

Harry was so into his thoughts that he didn't notice that his Uncle Vernon was yelling at him to clean up the mess in the kitchen until Dudly threw a half eaten apple at the wizard. Harry hadn't the time to dodge it as the apple speed at his face colliding with his forehead where his scar was. Out of reflex he brought a hand up to his head and felt his scar oozing out a thick liquid. Pulling his hand back he saw blood marring his palm, with an angry glare to Dudly, on he was sure to regret later Harry asked what they wanted.

"Go clean up the mess in the kitchen boy, and don't break anything." Uncle Vernon said harshly and wobbled to the TV room with Dudly in tow and Aunt Petunia going outside to `garden'.

Harry, with out a word, went to his task. He cleaned up around the kitchen and was doing the dishes as Dudly came in bored from watching TV.

"What do you want Dudly." Harry said in a monotone voice.

"Nothing." Dudly replied with a sneer.

Harry knew he was planning something in that fat head of his and was proven right when he suddenly grabbed one of the clean plates Harry had washed. With a twisted smile Dudly dropped the plate causing it to shatter on the floor. Harry stood still as he was sure that everyone in the house could hear it and soon he would hear his uncle stomping through the door to `punish' him.

"Dad!" Dudly yelled in a taunting voice, "Harry broke one of mum's plate!"

Harry glared hard at Dudly, but did nothing as he heard his uncle coming. He felt his uncle's beefy hand wrap in a bone crushing grip and drag him down to the cellar; all along the way Uncle Vernon was screaming about ungrateful brats and no good freaks and Dudly was smiling at his accomplishment.

Uncle Vernon continued to yell as scream as he threw Harry into the cement wall with crush force. Harry yelp from the pain, but did nothing more.

"Ungrateful bastard!" A punch to his midsection, causing the wind to be knocked out of him.

"We sheltered you!" a slap to the face, " We gave you food and cloths." Two kicks, one to his head and one to his arm. "And you give us nothing but trouble!" a kick to his ribs and he heard a sickening crackand a sudden pain shot throughout his whole body.

"No body wanted you, so we took you in out of the kindness of our hearts!" A kick to his back sent him crashing to the floor, his head connecting violently with the floor.

"No body wants you now!" A kick to the face.

"You ungrateful bastard! I want you gone before tomorrow morning or so help me I'll kill you!" Uncle Vernon finished by pulling up Harry's head by his hair and slapping so fiercely in the face that it caused his head to once again crash violently against the cement wall effectively knocking him unconscious. As Uncle Vernon walked up the staircase a thick trickle of blood made its way from Harry's mouth to the floor.

With no one around to see it, Harry's scar flashed a dark red that surrounding his body. But just as quickly as it came it faded and darkness once again surrounded Harry. A small voice called out in the darkness.

"Who is here to protect menow?"it went unanswered.

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Harry woke up a short time after dark had fallen. He struggled to get up as his entire body was hurt, especially his ribs. He was sure one was broken or at least cracked during his Uncle's onslaught. Thinking of his uncle made Harry snarl in hate. He knew his uncle would make good on the threat of killing if he didn't leave and as much as he wanted to leave this life, he wouldn't give his uncle the pleasure of killing him. That was reserved for Voldemort……… or himself.

Harry trudged up the stairs and back to his cupboard, a very painful journey. He reached his cupboard and grabbed his only cloak, which could cover his entire body and his wand as everything else had been taken by Dumbledor when he left the station. With as much care as he could, the underage wizard pulled the cloak on, and with his wand in hand left # 4 Pivet Drive for what he hoped to be for good.

Harry walked into the night, not knowing where he was walking or where he would go. He didn't notice two dark crimson eyes watching his every movement. He was lost in thoughts of where to go. For all he knew he was walking toward a better life.

Or his death.

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Author's Note: Sorry about there not being any Inuyasha action in this chapter, but I promise he'll be in the next chapter!

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