InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Road to Remembrance ❯ Destiny ( Chapter 15 )

Chapter 15

 

“Wow,” Inuyasha mumbled. There was no other word he could think of.

One day's travel through various settlements of Scotland, one and a half through something called the Forbidden forest (he quickly learned why) and Inuyasha found himself standing in front of one of the most majestic and awe-inspiring castles he'd ever laid eyes on. It reached heights he'd never seen buildings reach, equipped with many pointed towers to intensify its splendor.

Inuyasha slipped through the great wooden doors, feeling a ripple wash over his skin as he passed under the wards. He unconsciously scratched his arm as he felt the itchy tingly of magic bathe over him. The first thing he noticed was that the interior was just as breathtaking as the outside. Hundreds of portraits adored the crafted walls and a maze of staircases zigzagged up to the lofty ceiling.

“May I help you young man?”

Inuyasha gasped and spun on his feet to see to see a kind eyed man behind him. The wizard was dressed in immaculate, royal blue robes that trailed on the floor behind him. He had long, brown hair speckled with grey that was pulled into a low pony tail and many laughter lines around his aging hazel eyes and mouth.

“I—um...I was just...looking,” Inuyasha finished lamely.

The man smiled and held out a hand to shake which Inuyasha took; taking note of the way the man's eyes lingered over his claws. Inuyasha was grateful that he remembered to put on his bandana before he left.

“Nicholas Flamel,” The man said in a strong and friendly voice, “Potions Professor. And I can only assume you'd be a Black?”

“Yes, Inuyasha Black,” Inuyasha answered, trying to hid his surprise at the instant recognition. Nicholas answered his silent question.

“You look just like your grandfather. Great man he was, a real black sheep if you know what I mean.”

Inuyasha didn't but he smiled anyway.

“So what brings you to Hogwarts?” the Nicholas asked.

“Well my gr—” Inuyasha stopped, realizing that no one knew of his grandfather's portrait or that the Black Estate existed, “My grandfather sent me a letter explaining that something was in here for me. A book, actually.”

Not too far from the truth.

“A book you say? Well, I believe we own all the books in the library but you are perfectly welcome to look. I will escort you there right now.”

He led him up a few flights of stairs, some of which moved, scaring the crap out of the half demon. They soon reached the library in no time, Inuyasha marveling at the sights the whole way there.

“Well here we are,” Nicholas said clapping the young man on the back, “Muriel!” he called to the elderly woman seated at the desk, “I want you to let this man look for something anywhere he likes, understand? He is not to be disturbed.”

Muriel scowled and glared at Inuyasha but nodded nonetheless.

“Don't worry; the kids are all in the great hall having dinner so the only person you'll have to worry about is her. I'll leave you to it then,” Nicholas grinned and walked away, leaving Inuyasha with a crazy old librarian and hundreds of books to sort through. Inuyasha sighed and tried to remember any information his grandfather had left him.

The book was in Hogwarts and it was destined for him alone. Great help that is. What other clues did he have?

Don't judge a book by its cover. That's what his grandfather had written in the letter, hadn't he?

He remembered his grandfather had always told him that as a child, day in and day out. But he had always assumed it was because he didn't want him to judge people like he had been judged. Could there have been another meaning? He hoped to God he wouldn't have to open every book just to find out.

Inuyasha walked slowly around the library, the scent of dust and leather filled his nose. He didn't mind it too much as it wasn't a bad smell; in fact it was somewhat comforting. As he walked by a door he felt something pulse inside of him, stopping his search. He craned his neck and looked behind him at the door he just passed.

The Restricted Section?

Despite Nicholas's assurance that he could go anywhere he wanted in there, Inuyasha still made sure the librarian wasn't looking before he entered the small room. It was very dark inside and without a lantern he had to rely on his demonic sight to read the titles. He continued to follow the instinct that guiding him while grimacing at some of the book titles.

His feet stopped as he found himself in front of the very book that was calling to him. It was a thick, hard covered book that was pulsing a dark purple energy. Inuyasha blinked as he read the title.

`Hogwarts, A history'.

What was that doing in the restricted section? Shrugging, he reached up and grasped the binding, intent on pulling it from the shelves.

He screamed as a power surged through the book and up his arm, filling his veins with an unknown fire and spreading down his whole body. He tried to let go, to get away from the pain, but the book seemed to attach itself to him. Just as he was about to pass out from the rushed pain, everything went white.

 

0o0o0o0o

0o0o0o0o

 

Inuyasha was standing in a bright, white room. There were no walls, no ceiling, just...white. He turned and looked at his surroundings. The only thing in the vicinity was right behind him: a large, metal door...just floating there.

“What the fuck is this?” he said out loud. He cringed as his voice echoed loudly off the nonexistent walls. Maybe it was the way to get out of this place? He was going to kill his grandfather for suggesting to get that book. For all he knew it was a portkey to hell...of course he severely doubted hell would be completely white.

He pulled open the door with a loud creak and walked through...right into another colorless room. But unlike the last one, this one had five, white robed beings standing in a line with hoods pulled far over their hoods so their faces were obscured.

“Greetings Inuyasha,” said the tallest said passively in a deep, male voice.

“Um...” Inuyasha didn't know what to say to them. They seemed to have so much power radiating off them that he was afraid to disrespect them. And that was saying something for his case.

“I can understand that you are very confused right now so I will answer some of the questions that plague your mind. You are not on earth and you are not in hell. You are in a place that simply is; a crossing between the living and the afterlife. But you are not dead, nor are you dying,” he added, chuckling at Inuyasha's horror stricken face, “You were brought here by a book; a book that will soon become your bible. In it is the knowledge to wielding a power that only a being of the ideal mixture of light and dark can possess. The pain you felt before you were brought here was the book binding itself to you. Your touch had also broken the concealment spells placed on it. We have summoned you here with the intent of revealing your destiny to you.”

“My...destiny?” Inuyasha asked.

“Yes,” a more feminine being answered, “Years from now a child will be born. He will be orphaned, ridiculed and used. Your destiny is to help him with his destiny.”

“What is his destiny?” Inuyasha asked slowly, almost afraid of the answer. In answer to his question, a harsh and haunting voice echoed through the space.

“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...bornto those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...”

It ended and silence reigned once more.

“This power is your power. You must guide him through this prophesy for you are the only one who will have this power as well. It is your destiny to train him.”

“But why me?” Inuyasha asked in a lost voice. He didn't ask for this responsibility. He didn't need this responsibility.

The beings were silent for a moment before the one on the far left spoke.

“Tell me Inuyasha, do you hate your brother?”

“I...no,” he answered truthfully.

“Why not? He has tried to kill you many times and denied you the childhood you wish you had, has he not?”

“I just...” Inuyasha didn't know how to describe it, “...can't.”

Inuyasha could almost feel them smiling.

“You have a beautiful soul Inuyasha, and the divine ability to forgive those for their ignorance. That is why you are so special.”

Inuyasha wasn't exactly positive of what they just said to him, but he was pretty sure they just called his brother ignorant, which was good enough for him.

“The Dark Lord will be known as Lord Voldemort. He will be a powerful and sinister wizard. You must avoid fighting with him at all costs.”

“But why?” Inuyasha asked, “If I have this power then why don't I just do it? Why drag this kid in it?”

“That is not what destiny has planned for you. If you were to interfere something would happen.”

“Destiny sucks,” Inuyasha muttered, which the robed ones chose ignored. The one on the left spoke up again.

“Be warned Inuyasha. The fates have a funny way of bringing people together. Voldemort is not your foe, but he may not be the prophesized only opponent. Your situation may not end when you believe it does. If you are to fight, Voldemort will strike you down.”

“...O...kay...” Inuyasha trailed, not knowing what to say to that, “So how long do I have to learn this power of mine before I need to train this kid?”

“You have approximately four hundred sixty years.”

“Alrigh—what? Four hundred and sixty years?!” Inuyasha cried, horrified, “What the hell and I supposed to do for four hundred and sixty years??”

“You live, Inuyasha. You have to live for yourself and for him as well,” the shortest replied in a kind voice.

“Live? For myself? What the fuck does that mean? And who is him?”

His vision started to go fuzzy and his head felt heavy. He swayed on his feet.

“Harry Potter.”

He didn't know who whispered it because his vision left him, shortly followed by his consciousness.

 

0o0o0o0o

0o0o0o0o

 

Inuyasha groaned, screwing his eyes against the intense brightness that filtered behind his lids. He noticed he was laying on something soft...a bed perhaps? And the sent of the air smelled like antiseptics and unnaturally sterile, making him cringe.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“No,” Inuyasha answered the voice, refusing to open his eyes. Slowly, the pain began to recede and he was able to squint up at the concerned face of Nicholas Flamel.

“You gave us quite a scare. Muriel found you unconscious in the restricted section and had brought you strait to the hospital wing. We thought a hex got you from one of the books but couldn't find anything on you. Speaking of which...we found that in your hand.”

He gestured to the book on the bedside table next to him. Inuyasha pushed himself into a sitting position and picked up the book. It was the same book that was calling out to him earlier but it now looked different. The book was bound in a cracked leather cover with the words `Blood Magic' inscribed in it for a title. He opened it and flipped through the pages, seeing spell after spell after spell of different uses of blood. All for him and him alone.

“Muriel informed me that it was not part of the Hogwarts library. Of course I can see why, who needs a ratty, blank book for information?”

“Blank?” Inuyasha asked, looked up at the man. He nodded.

“Well of course, you don't see anything on those pages do you?”

“Er...no,” Inuyasha lied.

“So I can only assume that was the one you were looking for, am I right?”

“Yep,” Inuyasha said, hopping out of the bed. Nicholas stood up, alarmed.

“I think you should lie back down until the healer gets here,” he suggested worriedly. You were unconscious for three days.

“Nah, I'm fine,” Inuyasha waved him off. He was suddenly excited about learning this new magic and was impatient to get back to his `home'. He stopped, halfway to the door that would free him from the infirmary.

“THREE DAYS?”

“Yes,” Nicholas answered, looking like he was trying very hard not to laugh at Inuyasha's reaction.

“I—no—that's not...” Inuyasha blew air through his bangs, “Fuck it. Thanks for the help Nicholas!” He called over his shoulder before running out of the castle and back to the Black Estate, fully intent on learning some new magic.

“No, thank you, Inuyasha,” the man smiled. If there was anyone who could stop Magnus's reign, it was that boy.

 

0o0o0o0o

0o0o0o0o

 

Woot toot flute! Finally got to the good juicy stuff, didn't I? Yes, that is THE Nicholas Flamel. And we haven't seen the end of him yet.

Thanx for the reviews peepies!!