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A Spell By Any Other Name

Based on the manga/anime: Inuyasha

Pairing: NarakuXHarry

Chapter Warnings: Tentacle Sex

Harry sighed as he, Ron, and Hermione were stuck inside on this wonderfully rainy day.

"Why does rain always make everything so boring?" Ron complained to no one in particular. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him over the top of the current book that held her interest. A small stack of similar books lay at her feet in case she finished one. Harry was lying on his stomach admiring the patterns in the carpet on the floor and his best mate was sprawled out on the couch twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling.

"They might be boring, but it's good to have an uneventful day once and a while," on that note Hermione butted in,

"You could always read a book, Ronald," she humphed and went back to her very interesting novel. Ron and Harry looked at her before looking at each other. Harry picked up one of the books on the floor, the title spread across the top read "Inuyasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale" What is this? thought the bespectacled Harry as he thumbed through the pages seeing picture after picture. Hermione watched him in mild amusement. "It's called a graphic novel... Or manga in Japan," she explained.

"Well why didn't you say they were picture books 'Mione? Those sound like my kind of novel," Ron pulled the first one off the top labeled "volume 1" and turned to the first page. "This is hard," he murmured as he flipped to the back of the book to see in which order he should read the panels. Harry rolled his eyes, Looks like I'm the third set of handles on this bicycle built for two. After a while more of admiring the intricate patterns in the rug, his curly haired friend suggested something unusual.

"We learned that spell recently that you could practice, Harry," Harry nodded as he stood up from his position on the floor to stretch his sleepy, tingly muscles. Okay so I open a book and place it on a flat surface... like this. Harry drew his wans and got into position... to find that he couldn't remember the spell. He looked to the human spell encyclopedia for help. Sighing and rolling her eyes, Hermione shut her book as she began to instruct him, "Hold your wand above your head and repeat after me," Harry did as he was told, "Liber Libri Apparatie," Harry mentally chanted it once or twice before repeating it aloud.

"Liber Libri Apparate!" Hermione shouted as Harry was whisked away by the spell.

"No! Not Liber Libri Apparate, Liber Libri Apparatie!" Ron shook his head as Harry was no longer in the room. He sighed,

"Well, what kind of spell was that one?" Hermione frowned as she turned the page to see a new raven haired character join the story. Harry was now inside the book! Ron could plainly see the answer before Hermione spoke it to him. "Wasn't our homework to bring the story to life by lifting the words off the page, not put life into the story?" Hermione murmured to herself before announcing,

"Come on Ron, we need to go to the library to find the way to reverse the spell, and we need to hurry... Naraku shows up in this volume," Ron frowned,

"Narak, who?" Hermione frowned herself.

"He's the main villain... and he isn't a merciful person." Ron and her scrambled to get to the library as quickly as possible to find a "cure" for this unfortunate situation.

"Mmm," Harry sat up and rubbed his head. Where am I? Observing his new surroundings, he saw that he was sitting in a lush, green meadow. In the distance stood a large palace, Is it a palace? I can't really tell. It looks a little different. But where there's a palace, there's probably a town. I can look for a way home from there. So, Harry wandered through the forest, using the palace that sat high atop a mountainous hill as a guide. Reaching it, by what appeared to be midday, Harry was slightly exhausted from his uphill trek. I need to get back into my routine training for the quidditch season. Walking through the seemingly empty town, Harry made his way towards the palace gates. Before he got there though, to men in clad in armor rode up on horses and threw a net over his body. They quickly turned their horses around and came back to scoop him up, net and all. Harry struggled within the confines of the mesh fabric, but it was no use. Even as he reached for his wand, he found that it was not in his pocket... and that was because he didn't have any! In all his haste, Harry had not particularly paid any mind to his change in wardrobe. Dressed in some kind of robe, he'd ask Hermione what it was later, that was very open and airy. Harry was startled that he hadn't realized it before. The guards dumped his body out of the net in front of a large doorway of some kind. Opening the tall and mysterious entrance was a man of small stature, but also of piercing gaze.

"Who dares to disturb the residence of my master?" Harry stood quickly and brushed himself off before looking for a way to make a swift exit. Unfortunately for him, there was quite a number of guards scattered about the courtyard. Reluctantly, Harry ended up following the vassal into the mansion before them, winding through several hallways, they came to a stop in front of a sliding paper door. Opening it, the servant motioned for Harry to follow, and so he did. The man walked up to a dividing veil which separated this room from the another one and bowed, whispering something that Harry could not here. Someone spoke from behind the partition, but again, Harry could not hear what words were said. The servant stood abruptly and motioned yet again for Harry to follow him into a different set of hallways, before they arrived in a fairly open room where Harry sat down on a pillow, which appeared to replace the chairs in the room. Rubbing his weary legs, he watched as the vassal bowed low and left the room. A door slid open in the wall as a young man walked through and closed the paper screen after himself. Setting himself down at the table, he took the seat across from Harry. The first thing he noticed about this man, was that his eyes were a strange shade of red.

"And who might you be?" a deep voice that Harry had not expected echoed through the room to his ears.

"Um, my name is Harry," the man in front of him chuckled.

"I see," the retainer returned just then to serve them tea before leaving again. "And what brings you to my humble estate, Harry?" the raven haired boy frowned as he thought of a reasonable answer. After a few sips of tea that didn't seem to matter though, because now his mind was beginning to fill with other things. Particularly, sexual fantasies that were unbidden. Blushing at his own seductive thoughts, he noticed that the mysterious man across from him had not touched the tea, and his smile had grew into more of a smirk. As if he were a spider who had caught a fly in it's web. The body of the man was obscured from view as tentacles shot out from underneath the robe to hold Harry in midair, allowing his kimono to hang open slightly, revealing his smooth skin.

"In Godric's name, what are you?" Harry asked as if every breath was a struggle. He could see the man's body still remained, but the arms that came from beneath his clothing were far from normal.

"My name is Naraku... I am a demon. Unfortunately for you, I need life force to support myself... Human life force. So now that I have caught myself a human," one of the many tendrils slinked its way up Harry's inner thigh to his exposed genitals, "I can feast to my heart's content," the twining limb curled around the bespectacled boy's core and began to pump it vigorously. Harry had no resistance as he felt the pleasure pool in his groin area. "How do you like the effects of the 'passion tea' I served you earlier," Naraku smirked. After a few more strokes he saw his victim's eyes were beginning to roll back along with his head. Stopping suddenly brought some sanity back to Harry's mind, but it also brought on the strong craving to fulfill his mountainous desire. Rocking his hips a bit, Naraku watched as Harry tried to make contact with the flesh around him, but it was of no use they were all too far away. Smirking, Naraku granted the boy's wish by sliding one of his appendages along the underside of his body and prodded the relaxed entrance to gain better access. Thrusting all the way in, almost brutally caused Harry's body to arch as he cried out in pain in pleasure. He really was too far gone to care what happened now, feverishly murmuring for more. Naraku watched as the last bit of consciousness drained away from the boy.

"Harry! Are you all right?" Hermione asked concernedly as he opened his eyes to see his two best friends standing over him. Shielding his eyes from the bright lights in the infirmary Harry groaned.

"Bloody hell, what happened?" Ron sighed a breath of relief.

"You were whisked off into that feudal fairy tale. I thought we'd never get you out of there," Harry looked at Ron precariously from under his arm.

"We?" Hermione shrugged.

"He was the one who found the right spell to get you out of that book," Ron beamed with pride. Harry sighed as he laid back down against the pillows to catch some much needed sleep. It might be a bit before I read another book... Although, I'm not completely against going for another adventure...

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