InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Potter Meets a Demon Lord ❯ Green Eyes, Markings, andWeird Names ( Chapter 1 )
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By: UntamedInsanity 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 03.25.2005 | Updated On: 03.25.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 390 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 03.25.2005 | Updated On: 03.25.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 390 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize (inlcuding some elements in plot) is not mine. Don't sue, be nice.
Summary: Harry gets Flooed accidentally to the Sengoku Jidai, resulting to a meeting with the one and only demon lord Sesshoumaru. Slash in later chapters. This is a Sess/Harry fic so be warned. Flamers complaining about the pairing will be ignored but any other form of Flames shall be accepted and applied to the three step law: Take it in, process it, get rid of it.
Note to Flamers: Those who can not find the balls to state their penname shall be removed.
Author Notes: Sesshoumaru will not be appearing in this chapter. Don't worry, he'll appear soon enough. Hopefully, this chapter is not less well-written than the Prologue. Though the pairing seems kind of weird, I really like it. I've actually been looking for this pairing sice ever and I have not seen any (suprise, surprise!), so I decided to write one myself.
Potter Meets a Demon Lord: Green Eyes, Markings, andWeird Names
To say Harry was tired was putting it in a little bit of understatement. He had been running for about an hour and a half non-stop with his captors on his tail after finding out he escaped thirty minutes later when he started running. His legs were starting to feel like jelly and head was throbbing hard. When he escaped from the dungeon, he had blasted a wall in the direction of a place he didn't care to know. After that, he had been running non-stop without notice of his legs until now.
Harry pointed his wand at himself and murmured a quick "Enervate" . He then proceeded running until he tripped on a tree root and was sents prawling to the ground. Lacking the time to start running again, he sat on the ground and waited for his doom.
'This is the end, I guess'
Then Harry inwardly slapped himself. With all the running and the worries, he forgot about his broom! Then suddenly, he saw a figure moving in the shadows of a tree. He quickly shouted "Protego!" (1) as a few arrows were shot in his general direction. He looked around the track he saw a big boulder at the side of the road that easily fit the whole track. "Waddiwasi!" , he shouted, the boulder shooting from the sidewalk to the track, blocking the pursuers from view. He then set out putting wards on himself as he crouched under the rock. He took out a small toy-like object of a broom then murmured "Engorgio". The broom suddenly grew then Harry looked up to realize he was surrounded and being bombarded with arrows to no avail.
Harry mounted his Firebolt and shot into the air as fast as he could, which was really fast. Having the wards still on him, the range attacks his pursuers threw at him either backfired or missed. He urged his broom to go faster and when he felt his broom speed up, he realized his former captors were out of sight down in the shadows of the trees. Harry sighed in relief but still chose to remain cautious and kept at his speed, the Firebolt's maximum of 150 miles per hour.
Minutes passed like hours, his heart still pounding hard, his palms beginning to sweat. He watched the scenery lit by the moonlight speed by in a blur. But after some time, the landscape began to change. The trees grew less and less until he finally reached a field with hills and grass, which he assumed was green. After what he thought of as an hour of flying in a direction he knew nothing of, he slowly descended in between two hills where he was sure no one would see him. He conjured a fire and charmed it not to spread or to be seen by anyone more that ten feet away. Being physically drained of energy, he transformed a piece of rock into a large thick blanket then promptly covered himself up with it, ignoring the tiny rocks that could actually penetrate the thick blanket.
Stretching accompanied by a lot of groaning, Harry sat up, trying to get a feel of his numb limbs, which he immediately regretted after. When he was fully conscious, he felt the activities of last night take it's toll on him. Every limb attached to his body felt sore and his eyes felt heavy. He got up and looked around him.
It was about noon and the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the scent of dew drops was in the air. Harry sighed, remembering the events of last night, thinking how he could get himself into such predicaments. Was it really possible for someone to get into so much trouble without actually looking for it?
Harry pondered about the strange things in the land he got himself into but his stomach protested. Harry took out his trunk, enlarging it. He rummaged around for some food which he found later. There were some pumpkin-pastries, some of Hagrids famous muffins/cupcakes (Which one? He didn't know and didn't care to for the sole reason of wanting to keep his stomach working properly), a lot of chocolate frogs, sugar quills, bottles of butterbeers, canary cream, brownies Mrs. Weasley had baked, and an extendible ear. Harry chose to scarf down the pumpkin-pastries and brownies then later gulped large amounts of butterbeer, which he found out was not a very effective way of drinking. After satisfying his stomach, he drank some pepperup potion from a potion kit given to him by Hermione to relieve an incoming cold. Harry felt quite silly with steam come out of his ears. He later soon ignored it as pressing matters started clamoring for his attention.
The demon soldiers from last night suddenly probed hismind. Where was he? That was thereal issuehere. Harry remembered a lesson from Defense Against the Dark Arts. He remembered that demons still roamed the earth but not as abundantly as centuries ago. After his musing Harry concluded that he was either in the past, the theory less likely to be true, or he was somewhere where the demons settled in. Harry sided with the latter theory.
After a few hours of thinking, Harry decided to shrink all his belongings that he didn't need large and put it all in a very small pouch that he got from Gringotts. It was a nifty pouch that allowed only the owner to open it or stick his/her hand out of it without getting bitten. It also disappears and appears depending on the owners wishes. Satisfied that his valuables were safe, he started walking around to explore armed only with his wand and broom or maybe also a few boxes of chocolate frogs.
The surrounding were surprisingly nice. Everything seem to be peaceful and free with no sign of civilization anywhere. The place was filled with endless plantations of many kinds of plants he has seen before and plants he hasn't. The air was fresh and clean without a trace of pollution. Harry started to wonder whether this was a Heaven-Hell kind of place. Heavenly scenery and hellish demons.
He walked a little bit more when he reached a thin plantation of trees at the end of the field. For a few minutes, he enjoyed the sound and smells of nature until he came to a stop to what he guessed was a dirt track. It seemed well used and he cautiously decided to follow it, riding his broom after he was tired of walking. The trees on the side of the track grew smaller and smaller until there was no more. After thirty minutes of riding his broom in moderate speed, he saw a village up ahead. He recognized the small houses as huts. Taking out his invisibility cloak, he decided to spy on the village on top of the houses so as not to be bumped into.
Harry later found to his shock as he saw the village come from a fifteenth century story book. The inhabitants were wearing kimonos and Japanese clothing. He looked at them in dumbfounded awe for a few moments, realizing that his first theory had become true or more appropriately, had been true all along. He soon realized he was going to have to do something about this. He traveled a little far off the borders of the village where he was sure no one would see him. He enlarged his trunk and took out a book in charms. He remembered reading something about translation charms that enabled one to understand and speak another language, only due to the fact that Hermione had been pushing him and Ron to do some advanced reading. He read about the spell and practiced it a few times till he perfected it. He then took out one of his relatively normal-looking cloak similar to the Japanese cloaks he's been seeing and covered his robes completely.
Walking like a nerve-wreck, Harry proceeded to the direction of the village. He entered the somewhat busy village littered with people buying things from vendors on the side of the main street. He gulped and walked to what he assumed was an Inn. It was a one-story building made of wood (what else?). An elderly woman greeted him with a bow as he entered.
"Welcome, sir!" The woman smiled. "What service may I provide you with?"
Harry then started talking in Japanese awkwardly. He was unused to it at first but soon started talking in a realativelynormal tone.
"Yes, I would like to have a room to spend the night." Harry spoke hesitantly.
"Of course sir, do you have any luggage with you?" The elderly woman asked politely.
"No"
The woman then led Harry to a decent-looking room with a decent-looking bed. Harry thanked the lady and asked for lunch. The lady later brought Harry a bowl of rice with something resembling fish and green tea. Harry ate the food, thanking the lady, which was surprisingly good. Harry then momentarily kicked himself for forgetting he didn't have any money. Harry summoned his pouch and retrieved some silver sickles then gave them to the lady, hoping against hope the lady would accept it. The lady looked at it suspiciously at first, examining them closely and the " strange symbols" on it. She then smiled at Harry, to his relief.
"This is from another country I suppose?" The lady smiled.
"Err...yes, I come from a very far land." Harry nervously scratched his head.
"That explains the shoes then." (2)
"What?" Harry looked at his black leather shoes then almost cursed out-loud. "Oh, yes. Uh...Could you tell me where I could get some new clothes around here and some shoes ? And perhaps a bath?"
"Oh, certainly! I could get some clothes for you while you bathe."
"Thank you." Harry, unsure how much money he should give, handed the lady a few gallions.
The lady looked at the gallions wide-eyed then bowed and led him to the baths. The lady handed him a robe and a basin with a washcloth, a towel and soap then left. Harry went into the public bath, standing there in front of the baths for a few moments unsure of what to do feeling like an idiot in front of the others already in the bath. Harry then saw another man come in. Harry mirrored his actions, first washing himself with the washcloth and soap(3). He glanced at the other occupants. Most were elderly men. He prided himself in having a fit body with all the quidditch practices. His muscles were perfectly toned(4). He grew a little taller during the course of the summer but was not lanky. He then climbed into the steaming bath, then relax as the heat soothed his tired muscles.
He then proceeded to ponder about his current predicament. He was suddenly flood into the past into an entirely different country with demons to sum it all up nicely. Boy, this sure takes the cake aside from all the weird things that happened to him in the past.
After staying in the baths for what he assumed was an hour, he exited to the dressing room to find the lady waiting for him with a few clothes and some shoes. The lady even helped harry to wear the kimono that seemed to be better than the ones he saw outside. He thanked the lady then gave her a few sickles for her help. She refused at first, saying it was unnecessary but accepted later when Harry stubbornly refused.
Harry later found the courage to explore the village, saying that he will be back later. He roamed around aimlessly, almost completely blending with the crowd were it not for his different posture and somewhat expensive-looking clothes. He also noticed that people kept looking at his eyes, which were an emerald-green color. He realized then that the people here hadblack or brown eyes.He thanked whatever god there was that his hair was at least black so they wouldn't suspect about him too much. Harry looked at the vendors and people with interest. He studied their actions, trying to tell the difference between casual and formal manners. After a few hours of looking around in interest, he went back to the Inn and walked back to his room.
On his way back, he cached a few snippets of conversations involving the Inn lady concerning him in one of the rooms. Harry realized that the room was coincidentally right bellow his room. He went back and used his extendible ears by lowering it out the window.
"...the he gave me some strange looking coins. It was real gold and he gave me a lot to buy some clothes for him." The Inn lady said.
"Really? He's rich then?" A feminine second voice sounded out.
"It looks like it, but he's only a child. He seems to be in his teens."
"Oh?"
"Yes. was also wearing these expensive-looking leather shoes. They seem to be worn but they were definitely expensive."
"Interesting. Was he good-looking?"
"Oh, yes! He seems to be a foreigner because his skin is light and he has a different build than village-men around here. But the strangest thing about him are his eyes."
"Why? Could he be a demon?" The second voice seem to be a bit tense.
"Oh, no I don't think so. He seemed like such a gentleman. Anyway, his eyes were beautiful like emeralds. He might even be royalty! He gave me some silver coins just for helping him dress."
"Really? He must be really rich"
Harry withdrew the extendable ears then and sighed. He should leave this village soon, they might suspect too much. Harry then fell into a nice dreamless sleep, vaguely wondering whether his friends would be able to find a way to get him back before becoming fully unconscious.
Harry woke with a start, hearing some commotion or other in the village. He got up and walked out the Inn into the streets were people were lined up at the sides as men in horses, some with strange marking on their faces, rode to the center of the village. Then, one of the men took out a scroll and read aloud.
"An order from the great Inuyoukai, ruler of the Western Lands, Lord Sesshoumaru!" The Man's voice boomed.
'What a strange name, Sesshoumaru?'
"...Every village must surrender one human, ages ranging form eighteen to twenty five to be brought to the palace for the annual tournament, either a man or a woman!"
Harry then felt the tension in the air thicken as everyone grew quiet. Harry concluded that the tournament is not a good one. Harry looked around the people's face, when no one spoke, the man with the markings grew impatient. He got down from his horse and grabbed the nearest victim, a girl probably in her teens. The girl immediately started crying.
"Will no one volunteer in place of this woman?" No one spoke, only sobs from he girl and her family was heard. Her family, or what Harry assumed was her family, were comprised of an old woman and two small children,a girl and a boy.
Harry then felt sad. He had no family except his friends and Sirius. He knew then that he should step up. The girl didn't deserve to be taken and whatever chances of survivalsomeone taken into the tournament has, he would have a better chance because he was a wizard. Harry sighed, thinking again why he lands himself into these predicaments. He stepped into the middle of the road near the horsemen.
"I will take the place of the woman." Harry announced boldly, sounding more fearless than he felt and also noting the weird line that came out of his mouth. It was settled now, he'd have to go into speech rehab when he gets back.
The man scrutinized him with a critical eyes, his brow showing the slightest twitch when it came to his forehead. The man nodded to the other men who grabbed him and took him to a cart-like vehicle that had different people in them, mostly men but included a few women.
As the vehicle started moving, Harry looked at the family of the girl who looked sadly at him. He smiledat them reather cheerfullyand at the Inn lady who looked at him with admiration and a hint of sadness.
A/N:
1.) I don't really know if "Protego" could repell solid objects in addition to spells but in my story, it does.
2.) I'm not sure if they made the people take off their shoes when they enter a room but I will not correct it if they reallydo and just pretend that never happened.
3.) I'm not sure this is what they do first but just ride with it. And also, I don't know weather they had soap back then but... whatever.
4.) I know he was still sort of skinny and all during his fifth year but I can't help it!
R&R and don't forget to enjoy!
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Summary: Harry gets Flooed accidentally to the Sengoku Jidai, resulting to a meeting with the one and only demon lord Sesshoumaru. Slash in later chapters. This is a Sess/Harry fic so be warned. Flamers complaining about the pairing will be ignored but any other form of Flames shall be accepted and applied to the three step law: Take it in, process it, get rid of it.
Note to Flamers: Those who can not find the balls to state their penname shall be removed.
Author Notes: Sesshoumaru will not be appearing in this chapter. Don't worry, he'll appear soon enough. Hopefully, this chapter is not less well-written than the Prologue. Though the pairing seems kind of weird, I really like it. I've actually been looking for this pairing sice ever and I have not seen any (suprise, surprise!), so I decided to write one myself.
Potter Meets a Demon Lord: Green Eyes, Markings, andWeird Names
To say Harry was tired was putting it in a little bit of understatement. He had been running for about an hour and a half non-stop with his captors on his tail after finding out he escaped thirty minutes later when he started running. His legs were starting to feel like jelly and head was throbbing hard. When he escaped from the dungeon, he had blasted a wall in the direction of a place he didn't care to know. After that, he had been running non-stop without notice of his legs until now.
Harry pointed his wand at himself and murmured a quick "Enervate" . He then proceeded running until he tripped on a tree root and was sents prawling to the ground. Lacking the time to start running again, he sat on the ground and waited for his doom.
'This is the end, I guess'
Then Harry inwardly slapped himself. With all the running and the worries, he forgot about his broom! Then suddenly, he saw a figure moving in the shadows of a tree. He quickly shouted "Protego!" (1) as a few arrows were shot in his general direction. He looked around the track he saw a big boulder at the side of the road that easily fit the whole track. "Waddiwasi!" , he shouted, the boulder shooting from the sidewalk to the track, blocking the pursuers from view. He then set out putting wards on himself as he crouched under the rock. He took out a small toy-like object of a broom then murmured "Engorgio". The broom suddenly grew then Harry looked up to realize he was surrounded and being bombarded with arrows to no avail.
Harry mounted his Firebolt and shot into the air as fast as he could, which was really fast. Having the wards still on him, the range attacks his pursuers threw at him either backfired or missed. He urged his broom to go faster and when he felt his broom speed up, he realized his former captors were out of sight down in the shadows of the trees. Harry sighed in relief but still chose to remain cautious and kept at his speed, the Firebolt's maximum of 150 miles per hour.
Minutes passed like hours, his heart still pounding hard, his palms beginning to sweat. He watched the scenery lit by the moonlight speed by in a blur. But after some time, the landscape began to change. The trees grew less and less until he finally reached a field with hills and grass, which he assumed was green. After what he thought of as an hour of flying in a direction he knew nothing of, he slowly descended in between two hills where he was sure no one would see him. He conjured a fire and charmed it not to spread or to be seen by anyone more that ten feet away. Being physically drained of energy, he transformed a piece of rock into a large thick blanket then promptly covered himself up with it, ignoring the tiny rocks that could actually penetrate the thick blanket.
Stretching accompanied by a lot of groaning, Harry sat up, trying to get a feel of his numb limbs, which he immediately regretted after. When he was fully conscious, he felt the activities of last night take it's toll on him. Every limb attached to his body felt sore and his eyes felt heavy. He got up and looked around him.
It was about noon and the sun was shining, birds were chirping, and the scent of dew drops was in the air. Harry sighed, remembering the events of last night, thinking how he could get himself into such predicaments. Was it really possible for someone to get into so much trouble without actually looking for it?
Harry pondered about the strange things in the land he got himself into but his stomach protested. Harry took out his trunk, enlarging it. He rummaged around for some food which he found later. There were some pumpkin-pastries, some of Hagrids famous muffins/cupcakes (Which one? He didn't know and didn't care to for the sole reason of wanting to keep his stomach working properly), a lot of chocolate frogs, sugar quills, bottles of butterbeers, canary cream, brownies Mrs. Weasley had baked, and an extendible ear. Harry chose to scarf down the pumpkin-pastries and brownies then later gulped large amounts of butterbeer, which he found out was not a very effective way of drinking. After satisfying his stomach, he drank some pepperup potion from a potion kit given to him by Hermione to relieve an incoming cold. Harry felt quite silly with steam come out of his ears. He later soon ignored it as pressing matters started clamoring for his attention.
The demon soldiers from last night suddenly probed hismind. Where was he? That was thereal issuehere. Harry remembered a lesson from Defense Against the Dark Arts. He remembered that demons still roamed the earth but not as abundantly as centuries ago. After his musing Harry concluded that he was either in the past, the theory less likely to be true, or he was somewhere where the demons settled in. Harry sided with the latter theory.
After a few hours of thinking, Harry decided to shrink all his belongings that he didn't need large and put it all in a very small pouch that he got from Gringotts. It was a nifty pouch that allowed only the owner to open it or stick his/her hand out of it without getting bitten. It also disappears and appears depending on the owners wishes. Satisfied that his valuables were safe, he started walking around to explore armed only with his wand and broom or maybe also a few boxes of chocolate frogs.
The surrounding were surprisingly nice. Everything seem to be peaceful and free with no sign of civilization anywhere. The place was filled with endless plantations of many kinds of plants he has seen before and plants he hasn't. The air was fresh and clean without a trace of pollution. Harry started to wonder whether this was a Heaven-Hell kind of place. Heavenly scenery and hellish demons.
He walked a little bit more when he reached a thin plantation of trees at the end of the field. For a few minutes, he enjoyed the sound and smells of nature until he came to a stop to what he guessed was a dirt track. It seemed well used and he cautiously decided to follow it, riding his broom after he was tired of walking. The trees on the side of the track grew smaller and smaller until there was no more. After thirty minutes of riding his broom in moderate speed, he saw a village up ahead. He recognized the small houses as huts. Taking out his invisibility cloak, he decided to spy on the village on top of the houses so as not to be bumped into.
Harry later found to his shock as he saw the village come from a fifteenth century story book. The inhabitants were wearing kimonos and Japanese clothing. He looked at them in dumbfounded awe for a few moments, realizing that his first theory had become true or more appropriately, had been true all along. He soon realized he was going to have to do something about this. He traveled a little far off the borders of the village where he was sure no one would see him. He enlarged his trunk and took out a book in charms. He remembered reading something about translation charms that enabled one to understand and speak another language, only due to the fact that Hermione had been pushing him and Ron to do some advanced reading. He read about the spell and practiced it a few times till he perfected it. He then took out one of his relatively normal-looking cloak similar to the Japanese cloaks he's been seeing and covered his robes completely.
Walking like a nerve-wreck, Harry proceeded to the direction of the village. He entered the somewhat busy village littered with people buying things from vendors on the side of the main street. He gulped and walked to what he assumed was an Inn. It was a one-story building made of wood (what else?). An elderly woman greeted him with a bow as he entered.
"Welcome, sir!" The woman smiled. "What service may I provide you with?"
Harry then started talking in Japanese awkwardly. He was unused to it at first but soon started talking in a realativelynormal tone.
"Yes, I would like to have a room to spend the night." Harry spoke hesitantly.
"Of course sir, do you have any luggage with you?" The elderly woman asked politely.
"No"
The woman then led Harry to a decent-looking room with a decent-looking bed. Harry thanked the lady and asked for lunch. The lady later brought Harry a bowl of rice with something resembling fish and green tea. Harry ate the food, thanking the lady, which was surprisingly good. Harry then momentarily kicked himself for forgetting he didn't have any money. Harry summoned his pouch and retrieved some silver sickles then gave them to the lady, hoping against hope the lady would accept it. The lady looked at it suspiciously at first, examining them closely and the " strange symbols" on it. She then smiled at Harry, to his relief.
"This is from another country I suppose?" The lady smiled.
"Err...yes, I come from a very far land." Harry nervously scratched his head.
"That explains the shoes then." (2)
"What?" Harry looked at his black leather shoes then almost cursed out-loud. "Oh, yes. Uh...Could you tell me where I could get some new clothes around here and some shoes ? And perhaps a bath?"
"Oh, certainly! I could get some clothes for you while you bathe."
"Thank you." Harry, unsure how much money he should give, handed the lady a few gallions.
The lady looked at the gallions wide-eyed then bowed and led him to the baths. The lady handed him a robe and a basin with a washcloth, a towel and soap then left. Harry went into the public bath, standing there in front of the baths for a few moments unsure of what to do feeling like an idiot in front of the others already in the bath. Harry then saw another man come in. Harry mirrored his actions, first washing himself with the washcloth and soap(3). He glanced at the other occupants. Most were elderly men. He prided himself in having a fit body with all the quidditch practices. His muscles were perfectly toned(4). He grew a little taller during the course of the summer but was not lanky. He then climbed into the steaming bath, then relax as the heat soothed his tired muscles.
He then proceeded to ponder about his current predicament. He was suddenly flood into the past into an entirely different country with demons to sum it all up nicely. Boy, this sure takes the cake aside from all the weird things that happened to him in the past.
After staying in the baths for what he assumed was an hour, he exited to the dressing room to find the lady waiting for him with a few clothes and some shoes. The lady even helped harry to wear the kimono that seemed to be better than the ones he saw outside. He thanked the lady then gave her a few sickles for her help. She refused at first, saying it was unnecessary but accepted later when Harry stubbornly refused.
Harry later found the courage to explore the village, saying that he will be back later. He roamed around aimlessly, almost completely blending with the crowd were it not for his different posture and somewhat expensive-looking clothes. He also noticed that people kept looking at his eyes, which were an emerald-green color. He realized then that the people here hadblack or brown eyes.He thanked whatever god there was that his hair was at least black so they wouldn't suspect about him too much. Harry looked at the vendors and people with interest. He studied their actions, trying to tell the difference between casual and formal manners. After a few hours of looking around in interest, he went back to the Inn and walked back to his room.
On his way back, he cached a few snippets of conversations involving the Inn lady concerning him in one of the rooms. Harry realized that the room was coincidentally right bellow his room. He went back and used his extendible ears by lowering it out the window.
"...the he gave me some strange looking coins. It was real gold and he gave me a lot to buy some clothes for him." The Inn lady said.
"Really? He's rich then?" A feminine second voice sounded out.
"It looks like it, but he's only a child. He seems to be in his teens."
"Oh?"
"Yes. was also wearing these expensive-looking leather shoes. They seem to be worn but they were definitely expensive."
"Interesting. Was he good-looking?"
"Oh, yes! He seems to be a foreigner because his skin is light and he has a different build than village-men around here. But the strangest thing about him are his eyes."
"Why? Could he be a demon?" The second voice seem to be a bit tense.
"Oh, no I don't think so. He seemed like such a gentleman. Anyway, his eyes were beautiful like emeralds. He might even be royalty! He gave me some silver coins just for helping him dress."
"Really? He must be really rich"
Harry withdrew the extendable ears then and sighed. He should leave this village soon, they might suspect too much. Harry then fell into a nice dreamless sleep, vaguely wondering whether his friends would be able to find a way to get him back before becoming fully unconscious.
Harry woke with a start, hearing some commotion or other in the village. He got up and walked out the Inn into the streets were people were lined up at the sides as men in horses, some with strange marking on their faces, rode to the center of the village. Then, one of the men took out a scroll and read aloud.
"An order from the great Inuyoukai, ruler of the Western Lands, Lord Sesshoumaru!" The Man's voice boomed.
'What a strange name, Sesshoumaru?'
"...Every village must surrender one human, ages ranging form eighteen to twenty five to be brought to the palace for the annual tournament, either a man or a woman!"
Harry then felt the tension in the air thicken as everyone grew quiet. Harry concluded that the tournament is not a good one. Harry looked around the people's face, when no one spoke, the man with the markings grew impatient. He got down from his horse and grabbed the nearest victim, a girl probably in her teens. The girl immediately started crying.
"Will no one volunteer in place of this woman?" No one spoke, only sobs from he girl and her family was heard. Her family, or what Harry assumed was her family, were comprised of an old woman and two small children,a girl and a boy.
Harry then felt sad. He had no family except his friends and Sirius. He knew then that he should step up. The girl didn't deserve to be taken and whatever chances of survivalsomeone taken into the tournament has, he would have a better chance because he was a wizard. Harry sighed, thinking again why he lands himself into these predicaments. He stepped into the middle of the road near the horsemen.
"I will take the place of the woman." Harry announced boldly, sounding more fearless than he felt and also noting the weird line that came out of his mouth. It was settled now, he'd have to go into speech rehab when he gets back.
The man scrutinized him with a critical eyes, his brow showing the slightest twitch when it came to his forehead. The man nodded to the other men who grabbed him and took him to a cart-like vehicle that had different people in them, mostly men but included a few women.
As the vehicle started moving, Harry looked at the family of the girl who looked sadly at him. He smiledat them reather cheerfullyand at the Inn lady who looked at him with admiration and a hint of sadness.
A/N:
1.) I don't really know if "Protego" could repell solid objects in addition to spells but in my story, it does.
2.) I'm not sure if they made the people take off their shoes when they enter a room but I will not correct it if they reallydo and just pretend that never happened.
3.) I'm not sure this is what they do first but just ride with it. And also, I don't know weather they had soap back then but... whatever.
4.) I know he was still sort of skinny and all during his fifth year but I can't help it!
R&R and don't forget to enjoy!
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