I decided to try a different story as i'm not getting very much from the other i'm writing. If you guys really want me to continue my other story, I will but only after i get a certain amount of reviews telling me so. Anyways...

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Inuyasha (i can dream thoe). The rights belong to their respective authors, and i do not make any profit with this story.
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Harry POV
Things had been going so well after the defeat of Voldemort. Up until now that is. I went from happily living in a cottage with my beautiful prized garden that would put an apothecary out of businesses. To now sitting in a dank, dark cell being told by the ones I considered friends at one point, that it was all a lie. I always had my suspicions about them, how could I not I was a snake in lions clothing after all. I guess it all started the summer after Sirius died, after I got it through my head that it wasn't my fault that he, or anyone else died a week before my 17th birthday. It helped when I heard the wills of both Sirius and my parents. It wasn't my responsibility to save everyone as a child, it was responsibility of the adults even if they hadn't really done very much for me in the slightest through my life.

That's when I started thinking about all the situations I had gotten into in my life. That's when I realized that every single situation in my life had been caused in my life had been from the manipulations of Dumbledore. Dumbledore had been the one to leave him at the Dursley's to be starved and beaten daily. It was Dumbledore the supposed most powerful wizard of their time that didn't notice a teacher was possessed to steal the philosophers stone and set up traps to guard it that three first years could get past, let alone the most dangerous dark lord in history. It was Dumbledore that couldn't figure out what creature was petrifying students, kept the school open, and had a second year fight to the death with a basilisk to save a first year. It was Dumbledore who knew Sirius black was his godfather, did not betray his parents, let him be locked in askaban for 13 years, and kept on the run from the ministry until his death. Along with putting dementors on the same grounds as children. Dumbledore who made me fight in the triwizard tournament that I later learned I could of gotten out of if he had informed me I had only need to take a vow on my magic, I hadn't put my name in the cup. It was him, with control in the ministry that let Umbridge teach at the school. Let alone let her deal out her form of punishment as tourture. It was he who didn't tell me I was connected Voldemort, and that ended in Sirius's death.

I had been counting down the seconds to my birthday like I do every year, locked up in my room after being beaten by Vernon for not having having dinner ready when he came home an hour early. It didn't matter as soon as I turn 17 I can claim my inheritances and become emancipated at the same time. As soon as the clock struck midnight it hit me like a freight train, pain even worse than the crucio. It felt as if my blood was on fire, my skin as if it was being ripped from my bones, while my bones themselves felt like they were being broken into a powder. I could tell it was my magic doing this to me and the last thought I had before I blacked out from the pain was 'Has my magic decided to kill me itself?'.

The next morning I woke up not feeling any pain. This was a surprise because as far back as I could remember I would wake up in some sort of pain from beatings from Vernon. My vision was blurry so I had reached over to my night stand to try to find my glasses without getting up. They weren't there so I sat up to look for them, that's when I felt them slide down my nose. I took them off and to find that my eye sight was fixed, I could see even better then then I ever could with my glasses. At this point I knew that pain from last night must've changed something. I had remembered reading about inheritances and how it would usually give a boost in someone's magic and sometimes a small growth spurt. Unless they came into a creature inheritance, then there were usually some very drastic changes depending on the type of creature.

I walked across my small room in a few steps to stand in front of my cracked mirror, and was surprised from what I found. Last night I went to bed having a sickly grey complexion with the body type of a person from a third world country, dull black hair hanging around my ears like a birds nest, and the height of a fourteen year old. To now standing at a height of about 5'6 long limbs like that of a delicate dancer, with a smooth complexion like that of a porcelain doll. My hair now fell to my hips in smooth inky waves of black that shinned blue and purple when hit by the light. My eyes that used to resemble my mothers now glowed like the killing curse, and my pupils slit at the top and bottom slightly and wouldn't be noticed unless one was looking for it. What was most astonishing was the tattoo like markings on my face, they looked as if vines had grown over my cheek bones defining them even more, climbing to cup the outside of my eyes stoping just below my eyebrows. I discovered the same markings around my biceps and onto my shoulder blades. Along with from my ribs, down my hips, stoping at the outside of my thighs. My scars that used to be bumpy and rigid all through my body was nothing more that smooth lines of a more silvery color on a contrast with my pale skin.

At this point I noticed I could hear the Dursley's slowly waking up, I knew I had only a few minutes until Petunia was screeching at me to make breakfast for the whale and baby hippo that was the men in her life. I knew the trace on my wand was gone since I was now considered an adult. I summoned all of my meager belongings and put them into my trunk after that I transfigured a new out fit from Duddlies cast offs that I was given as 'clothes'. I now stood in brown leggings that showed off my new legs that looked as if they could go on forever, black dragon hide boots, and a dark green silk shirt that made my eyes seem to have shadows in them, if that was possible. I grabbed a green ribbon and tied my hair to the back of my head. All in all I looked nothing like the Harry Potter everyone knew, I looked ethereal in appearance and could almost be mistaken for a woman. I liked it, I never really liked the fame and attention that came with my name. I would much rather be left alone and live my life the way I want to rather than living up to the wizarding worlds prejudice of me.

At his point I could hear my aunt walk to the door and start unlocking every single one of the endless locks on my door while, as usual, screeching at me to make breakfast. As soon as the door opened I grab my now shrunk trunk and breeze past her and down the stairs. Petunia was standing at the top of the stairs starting at my new appearance, while as soon as Vernon saw me his face started turning a nice shade of plum, Dudley was most likely still sleeping drooling on his pillow. Before Vernon could start yelling about my freakishness I told him I was leaving and not coming back. On my way out the front door I shot out a parting remark along the lines of go to hell. Out on the street I immediately called for the night bus to hitch a ride to the leaky cauldron. It was a short ride but a terrifying one non the less. I was still happy about that I was able to walk through the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley without anyone realizing who I was. I walked into Gringotts and made my way to a teller. They seemed to know what I wanted as they as they told me to follow another goblin to the goblins in charge of my accounts. It was a quick process to claim my lordships, what surprised me was the amount of them. I had apparently inherited the lordships of the houses of Potter, Black, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Le Fae, Emerice, and several I didn't recognize. Apparently several families named me their heir if their line died out during the war. I was now the richest wizard in all of Europe, and the second in the world. They also told me I came into a rare creature inheritance that has been dormant for about six hundred years, I was a elemental demon. With that came the abilities to control the elements without a second thought, of course, but also the ability to cast spells and make barriers wandless and wordless. Then came the discovery of how Dumbledore has been stealing from me since the day of my parents deaths, and had been placing it in several different accounts. It was quickly rectified and all my money was taken back with a heavy fine that would make even the Malfoy's have to live like the Weasley's. Dumbledore was now penniless and any money gets from now for several years will go to me to pay off the fine. I even got the elder wand.

I liked the Weasley family but I wasn't really all that close to most of them. Ginny had it in her head I would marry her, her mother encouraged it and controlled everyone's lives, Ron was a jealous prat, even if he was my friend, and Percy has a stick up his ass. I'm very close to Bill and Charley and often have written to them when I could, the twins how ever are my favorites of the family. I also consider Neville and Luna my friends as well as they'd always stood by my decisions. I had already taken my N.E.W.T.S in the spare time I had being locked in my room over the summer by owl, and I now was not required to return to Hogwarts. I would tell my friends my new address as soon as I was moved in.

The goblins had gave me a list of properties with descriptions of them, that I now own. The only one that stood out to me was the cottage on unplottable land, surrounded by
a large forest, and a large lake. I guess as a elemental demon I would be more inclined to staying in nature. I don't mind it's just who I am now. I immediately moved into my new home, spent almost all of my time outside planting a garden that took up almost all of the clearing my cottage sat in. By the end of the week I was completely self sufficient. I had gotten several visits from my friends when they had the time. Hermione and Ron had apparently been complaining about me no longer being at Hogwarts. Hermione for losing a chance for more education, and Ron wanting out of his schooling as well. They must be mad I didn't tell them, they'd realize I can live my own life soon enough. Until then I'll just let things cool down.

It was a month after I had moved in that the Death Eaters learned the location of my new home. Voldemort and most of his inner circle had apparently come to attempt to kill me once and for all. They made the mistake of facing me on my territory in the middle of a forest. It was a quick victory on my part, it took only a few moments to have his inner circle knocked unconscious. Voldemort was a little more difficult but not by much. I simply opened the earth beneath his feet and crushed him. I also took anything that was on him to give to the Aurors, except the ring he had on as if was probably not very important or dangerous. Of course after the Aurors took the death eaters away it wasn't long before the newspapers were singing my praise while some proclaiming me to be the new dark lord because of my inheritance. After Voldemort's defeat I also discovered something else about me when I took a shower that night, I had a tattoo over my heart. I did some research and found out it was the symbol for he here deathly hollows. I spent a week trying to find out more, but I could not find anything else and gave up soon after.

Not even a month had gone by before my 'friends' came to visit. One moment I'm inviting them into my house the next I'm stupefied, and what I see before I lose consciousness is Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes. The next I woke I was in a cell, hands chained above my head, connected to a metal collar around my neck and waist, as I sat on the ground. The shackles seemed to burn into my skin like acid. I just ignored it, I have had worse living with the Dursley's. The cell was very small, I could touch the door and walls around me with my feet with little difficulty. They had changed my clothing into thread bare, grey pants and a t-shirt. At this point I realized my markings were gone. I tried to access the elements when it it me, they had blocked my abilities as well as my magic completely. I was nothing more than a muggle at the moment. At this point my former headmaster and friends had come to gloat. They had apparently convinced the public and ministry I was a danger of becoming the next dark lord in my absence, and had me locked up in the lowest bowls of the ministry. I was to be executed in two weeks. They had also convinced the ministry to execute me using the Veil of Death, the same way my Godfather had gotten killed, the bastards. If I was able to I would've killed them where they stood, as it was I only tell them with my eyes just how brutally I would kill them should I have the chance, because I refuse to talk to such bugs as them. It had apparently worked some what as they flinched back. Not as well as I wanted as they started on their plans again. They were apparently going to try to convince the goblins and ministry to let them have complete control of my vaults after my death. They wouldn't be able to as I had the most expensive security as well as my own personal wards. As it is, even after I die, the only people that would be able to access my vaults are either myself, people directly related to me, which are all dead or not even born (not that I'd have the chance now), people accessing my vaults with my consent (which can't be forged as my wards are directly linked to me), people accessing my vaults for my personal use, or the goblins for investments that I approved of. They know me well enough to know what I approve of. Should anyone attempt to gain entry to my vaults that don't belong there, would be automatically killed as soon as they even touched the door.

My wards apparently worked as Neville, Luna, and the twins broke into the most guarded part of the ministry, and into my cell, with a shrunk down trunk with the entirety of my vaults to give to me, after a couple days. It was apparently Luna's idea and we've all learned to listen to her, and her ideas and plans, even if it doesn't make sense at first. If Luna is bringing me something as important as this, it probably means I am going to live. As there giving it to me now. I would have to guess that I will not be where they could reach me, but still be free to actually use this at some point. Things usually don't go as planed for the-boy-who-lived-to-have-way-to-many-hyphenations, so things will probably get a little crazy. Luna also had the foresight to bring me a bit of food and water as I have yet to be fed or watered since waking up in this cell. As the four of them left we said our last farewells as it is more than likely we will not see each other again or at least for a very long time which Luna agreed to. There was apparently a few people who did not wish to see me executed and it was delayed by almost another two weeks. By then I had spent a little over a month in a dirty cell with only the food and water gave to me. So by the time the Aurors came to take me to the Veil I barely had enough energy to lift my head. I had been starved by the Dursley's but even they he'd me even a small amount every two weeks, I could even drink as much water as I could when they were not around on top of that. It took as quite a while to reach the room with my eminent death, the same place I say my Godfather die I front of my eyes. The two Aurors stood with their back to the veil, as well as myself as I still could not stand on my own. The minister was standing down off the platform that held us and the Veil, he was apparently reading off some kind of speech, I didn't really care as I was looking at all the people that came to see me die. Some seemed to be proud of what was happening (government officials), some where gloating (the backstabbers), some were a mixture of sadness and anger (my actual friends), but most seemed to be relieved of my death as I could not attempt to kill them now. The sheeple I had given everything to them that they had demanded, and as soon as I tried to live my own life they kill me. The idiots, speaking of which the minister was
apparently done with his speech now. He asked me if I had any last words. I took one last look at my friends to comfort them with what was to come before glaring at the rest of the room. I smirked and said my last words.

"You're all idiots."

I then wretched myself from the grips of those holding me, before throwing myself backwards into the veil and lost sight of the room I was once standing in. I was expecting ... Something, anything really but as far as I could see was grey wisps, almost as if everywhere was filled with smoke. I felt as if I was floating, it was relaxing. That's when a young man, probably in his mid twenties, waring all black, short black hair, and surprising enough completely black eyes. I some how knew he was death. He explained to me that I was his master now and could now not die. As I am a demon and will most likely will find a mate at some point he would extend him the same courtesy as he thinks I deserve happiness. He then explained he was going to send me to where I could be most happy. After he finished his explanation he waved his hand
and I felt as if I was falling from a great height before everything went dark.
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oh my god! that took sooo long. I really hope you guys like this more than my last story. Don't forget to review ... it makes me feel loved :) till i see ya next time! (I had some people tell me my formatting was off, so I went in and fixed that. sorry about that I usualy write on a different device then transfer it to my laptop. Well anyways fixed it, hope you like it better.)