Nekomata

by Reading wanderer

Draco is growing up with a secret, one that will be reviled as he goes through his fifth year at Hogwarts. Will he survive or will his own father kill him and who is this group, teaching an all magical creature class? AU, m/m pairings. no like no read.

1. luna's intro

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or any characters from the book. Nor do I own yu yu hakusho.

I do however own Usagi, a person from my imagination.

AU, creature, abuse, gay pairings

La Luna's intro

"Ten years, ten bloody years of physical abuse, sixteen of mental" I thought savagely as father beat me to a pulp, "one more month before I can go back to Hogwarts early; three more days before they come to get me." The blows that had been hitting me for the better part of an hour were slowly lessening as father started to run out of steam. With one last kick in the ribs, he finished his favorite anger management, beating me up. I hadn't even been doing anything this time and he just came into the room that I had been sitting in, staring out the window. It was a nice open room that would be used for parties, if they actually had them here for once. From what I had gathered, they had stopped having parties once I was born.

"You are nothing but a freak and a disgrace," said he coldly before striding to the door, the blood on his cane flashing in the light. He turned around once more before he left. "If you do not find a suitable familiar and join the Dark lord as planned, you will wish you were dead." He then walked out of the room, his head held high. 'I already do' the words come unbidden to my mind.

I let out an inaudible sigh before getting up from my position on the floor. I could feel my blood flowing from many wounds all over my body. I moved barely a centimeter before pain shot up the length of my right arm.

"Sprained," I thought, sighing once again. I put my arm in a position where the pain wasn't so bad before getting up, using only one arm. When I got fully to my feet, and limped towards my room. Pain flared in my torso every time I breathed. I could feel my magic trying to healing my broken bones which counted up to three ribs and maybe my tailbone. My demon heritage, however, remained annoyingly dormant in the midday sun. Yes, you heard right, I, Draco Malfoy, son of the known Death eater Lucius Malfoy, was a demon from birth. Being born with a demon's soul changed my DNA even before I was born, but it hadn't overcome my human heritage just yet. I currently rate at one fifth human and even that is getting smaller. Pretty soon, I will be full demon and then I can get out of here and never come back.

However, the soul I have doesn't just give my pain; it bonds me to a few people just like me so I don't have to face the pain alone. We formed the bond in our first lives and, due to that, we are able to move through time and dimensions, to view our past lives, but we can't change what happens though that hasn't stopped us before. The only downside is the time limit we have to find each other.

But we can go through time right? Unfortunately, that doesn't help, we still age.

Narrator POV

He sighed once again as he reached the door that seemed out of place in the middle of such a glorious place. To most people, it was just a door that led to the basement and, were it not for the look of the door, it wouldn't be out of place. The door itself, was made to look plain, something that really stood out when all the other doors looked like they were worth thousands of dollars each. It was a wooden plank made into an arch and had two metal parts stretching across it, one at the top and one at the bottom they got three fourths of the way before stopping with three prongs. A black handle also sat on the door, taunting the creatures of the family who could always make out the sent of blood on it. It had been magically altered early on, some even say while the house was being built, to recognize the one that the current master of the house wanted in there. Any other person could go up to it and it would open into the basement. Some blood was taken from the person at birth, a habit that is done to everyone who was ever born a Malfoy, dominant creature blood or not, and would be put on the door. They would then say something, {it is a very secret thing, and not even I, the Authoress, knows what it is.}.

Draco paused a moment looking at the door that had been his since the day he had turned four. It was the age that he could get around without someone helping him. (Not that the actually did something like that, most of the time they were the ones pushing him down. That's why he didn't move up there when he was three.) As a child, he had often looked at the door before opening it, always hoping that it would open to the basement like it did for so many others, but it never did. It continued to open up to the winding stairs, the same stairs that were stained with many colors. Red, blue, purple, and now silver. In some places, small holes looked like they were drilled into the hole. While the very last step at the top had a hole like that, it was shaped like a person instead of a small spot. He avoided thinking about how it got there. 'And people think that my life is luxurious?'

He walked slowly up the stairs, looking out the small windows that he passed every so often. 'I wonder how they managed to get Dumbledore to let them in, they couldn't sneak in,' he thought before looking out another window only to see that the sun had done nothing since the last time he had looked out. "Stupid sun," he said loudly while simultaneously kicking one of the bricks in the wall. This is where he says ouch and that that was a bad idea right? Well, unlike others who attempt to kick walls, he had super strength, a feature he had only gotten last month. It was still unreliable at most as it often went away for hours at a time. The brick was sent flying through the sky. Unknown to him, it landed on a house elf named dabble, sister to a house elf named Dibbles.

"You shouldn't curse at the sun Ryu," scolded a voice from right next to him. He turned around quickly; causing wounds that he had all but forgotten to start stinging. "I came to see you and to remind you that we were going to be picking you up in three days. I was only going to call you but I decided that it might be better if I came to see you instead."

Usagi's POV

In retrospect, this was probably one of my better ideas from this past three months. I had gotten a bad feeling, so I came, and after what I found, this was a memory I wanted to lose. He was wearing nothing but a pair of ripped pants and his skin was just one never ending bruise. Some spots looked a little faded, but most of them looked fresh. I asked him to turn around a few times. As he obliged, I could see his ribs showing worse then when I had seen him last. I could also see fresh wounds on his back. They looked like he had gotten scratched repeatedly with a very thin, two-prong pole, but when I asked, he was quick to assure me that he had gotten nothing worse then his father's cane. A cane that I knew had a snake's head carving on it. I put my hand on his forehead and my other on mine. 'No fever.' "Have you been getting out at night, or have you been sleeping,"

"Ummmm…"

"When is the last time you ate something that stayed down?" I moved my finger from side to side in front of his eyes. They would fallow for a few seconds before drifting a moment. Then, he would concentrate again, and the cycle continued.

"Last week and it was a biscuit that I found in my trunk after clearing out everything," he said. The unfocused period seemed to be getting longer as more blood fell from his open wounds. I turn around and kneeled down so he could get on my back.

Draco

Once I get on her back, I can hear her mumbling. Suddenly, everything gets fuzzy. I can't even see any of her dark brown hair, or gray bricks that make up the tower, just... blobs. Soon, everything goes black.

Usagi's POV

As soon as he fell asleep, I came to a decision; I was going to take him with us tomorrow, if not tonight. He wouldn't survive longer than that. I guessed his weight to be about eighty pounds, not to mention his height was actually a bit more then half of what those at Hogwarts saw... so, I started up the stairs and attempted to figure out a way to not kill his parents with the rest of the group. They were all currently on pointless erran-er… very important training in Makai.

I sent Elizabeth, a plant demon, to the snow realm to learn to control the plants that would only grow naturally in the snow. The snow realm is just like it sounds; it only gets warm for three months a year. Elizabeth acts immature at times and can get annoying, but we have to stick together. We are, after all, the only girls in our group. I sent Brandon, my brother with her. I don't think of his as my real brother much anymore, but I deal with it. We grew apart in this life, but he still acts like the same old goofball with random comments he got from who-knows-where. I also get to laugh at him every so often for being one of his own descendants.

Speaking of siblings, I sent our two 'thunder brothers' to the air demon realm. It's basically a large cliff face and empty space in which the bird and Air elementals live. On top of the cliff is the portal to the commons, the place that most demons, apparitions, and fights are located. Many demons don't know about the areas outside of the commons. The 'Thunder Brothers' as I like to call them, are actually a thunder and a lightning demon which are basically only two specialized types of electrical demons. Their names are Kevin and Ryan. Ryan is the youngest and Kevin is a year younger than me, but only in look. I'm not sure how far apart we really are.

Anyway, I asked them what they thought we should do about Ryu's parents (I have yet to find out from him whether or not he wants to be reintroduced to the school without his glamour so I'm just going to call him Ryu for now). Ryan said that he thought that we should kill them, and then everyone else got on that track of thinking until, finally, I kicked them out of my head.

This is the basics of the conversation:

1. Ryan wants to kill the ningen. My argument- which would alert Rekai and really, what was the point of killing without torture first?

Then it went downhill with different torture methods thousand paper cuts, whips and canes, spells, ect. Needless to say, no one believes that the Malfoy adults will be getting the long end of the stick. There is one thing that I didn't tell them about though, Ryu has two siblings that were kept secret, and they sill be going to school as well this year. Ryu has been talking about them since they were born. I have been talking to him since he was six. He trusts me, which is one of the reasons that when the others try to ask my anything personal about him that he doesn't want them to know, I conveniently "forget" the answer or have an "accident" happen in a different room. Being able to use powers from a distance is useful, especially shields.

For those of you who would like to know about me, you can just keep waiting, but I will tell you a few things. In my first life, I was born as a fire/ice apparition as is my brother Torau, now know as Brendon. Since then, I have died five times and retain memories from each of my lives. My name has been changed also five times, but I identify more with my first name: Usagi. My father, however, was not just a fire demon, he was a shape-shifter as well, a trait that I use much more than my small fire abilities. My lives have never been easy, but I survive. I know that I shouldn't dwell on things like this, but death is a very predominant thing in my life. My mother, who is still alive, is the daughter of the late Hina of the floating Koorime Island. My mother, her sister and my grandmother all left the island at the same time. They then met my dad and my step grandpa after accidentally going through one of the realm portals of Makai, but that's a story for another time. I am currently five foot six, maybe seven, and I look sixteen years old.

Once I finally get to the top, sidestepping the body imprint on the floor while trying to not think about it, I kicked open the door to Ryu's room. It's big and empty, and I don't like it. I'm not even the one who has been living here. The only things in here are a bed with a beat-up old trunk sitting in front of it, a desk, and a chair. I set Ryu down on the bed.

Narrator

After setting him down, Usagi took the chair, brought it to the side of the bed, and sat down. As she sat, a light blue light gather in her hands. She watched as it went from a light gray blue to a bright aqua before putting her hands on Ryu and forcing the energy into him. A minuet passed, and all that had happened was his bruises getting lighter in color. Another hour passed in this fashion before Usagi fainted from energy loss. She did accomplish fixing the internal bleeding and getting rid of some of the older bruises however.

(2 min. till Ten aprox. Six hours later)

Small snore fill the air as the two sleep. Somewhere, a clock ticks by the seconds. Tick...tick...tick...tick. As the second hand nears the twelve, Draco starts to flipped over and a pale glow surrounded him. as soon as he lied on his stomach, large wings sprout from his back, knocking over Usagi who hit the floor with a groan and a loud "Why ME," before flipping over and trying to go back to sleep. Draco however, got up as soon as his eyes open and swings his legs off the bed. Unfortunately, he chose the side that Usagi was on and ended up standing on her, which he only found out after wondering," why is the floor soft?" and still didn't figure it out until Usagi groaned again and shifted over, causing him to fall on her.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWW! What a nice wake up call!" she yelled sarcastically. Normally it wouldn't bother her to have a 4-foot-two kid that weighed eighty pounds to land on her, but when that 4-foot-two kid is growing at a one-inch-five-pound rate per second, it sort of... hurts. Fortunately, she could put up shields and did so, launching Draco across the room, which saved her from being crushed by his size once he got to his full two hundred pounds and fifteen feet. Now that she was fully awake, Usagi looked around the room a bit more. Due to the fact that it was dark out, you don't think that she would see much, but the glow that Draco gave off was better than having a lamp.

"So, what do you do in here when you aren't talking to us?" she asked while looking around the room for something.

"What are you looking for?" asked Draco, skipping over her question. His voice had a hint of a growl in it that was common for most demons in their true forms. In his current form, he had bright silver scales that covered his whole body and red eyes, but not those of a demon in blood lust. It was a well-guarded secret that Draco actually was Albino. On his head, you could see the beginning of horns and he had finally gotten his tail. It was a long and thick, to help balance and to maneuver better in flight, but it also wrapped easily around his waist like a belt. he also had a black ridge going down his back, but it was still small due to the malnourishment that was less, but still apparent in this form.

"A large magical energy source, hopefully wild," she answered, now squinting a bit as the glow finally died away.

"I'd check up near the windows," was all he said, pointing up after she looked around the room once.

she sighed once before giving Draco a dry look," you can never let anything be easy can you." she didn't even wait for his answer as two bumps grew from her shoulders and spread out behind her until they were in the form of large dragon wings. Her forehead had a sheen of sweat on it and she was panting from what was usually no effort. Her shirt however, was still in one piece after the two new appendages had grown. After a few trial flaps, she was off the ground and at the windows. "no. no. no. no," she said, looking at each of the unopened windows of the ceiling.

"Ryu," she called down in a falsely sweet voice, "why do you have fifty windows in your ceiling when most of them have been boarded up with cement?"

"How should I know?" he asked rudely while shielding his head with one of his arms. Fortunately, it was for no reason.

"AH ha! Finally!"

"Finally what?"

"I found it!" in the last window she had looked at, there was a small, but strong, source of magical energy.

Usagi's Pov

A little poking here a prod there and Viola! A working portal. "Would you like to go for a fly?" I called down to him. I could see that he would probably get a little stir crazy in this room. He wouldn't ever be able to get out during his changes anymore. The windows and door would be too small. His answer was to fly up and pester me with questions on the exacts of what I had done. So, I did what any person would do in my shoes, or lack there of (I hate shoes), and pushed him through the portal.

We're back in Ryu's room and I am, once again, healing him. And before you ask-It Was Not My Fault.

It was a quiet night in Surry. The streetlights were bright. The small park was silent except for the metallic creak of the last fully working swing going back and fourth due to the small breeze that did little to alleviate the heat of the summer night. A small slide stood off to the side. The rest was woods that marked the outskirts of the town. Due to the late silence was interrupted with a loud whir as a purple/red swirling portal opened up close to the wooded area. There was a loud grunt as a large silver figure landed on the ground and slid a foot before stopping. The Portal started to swirl slower and the colors dimmed a bit. Then, a second person came out. The second figure flew out, landing right in front of the portal. The person turned around and pointed their hands at the portal, palms flat. A flare of energy, then the portal is no longer seen.

"You can go flying here," said Usagi, gesturing to the woods," I'm going for a walk." she then turned around and went towards the swings. Looking back one last time, Draco spread his wings and took off.

Usagi-

The night was quiet as I walked down the street. I don't know why, but this street has a magical energy farther down. So, I keep walking down the street trying to pinpoint where it is, which is hard when the energy keeps moving, when a scream punctures the air. I run back to the place that I came from, hoping that it isn't Ryu.

As it turned out, it had been Ryu. Some fat kid had taken a bb gun and shot through his wing thinking that he was a bat. So after roughing him up a bit (kicking him hard you-know-where and then sending him flying up a tree), I brought Ryu back and started to heal his wounds… again. This time I didn't use too much, only enough to heal his wing, but it was still tiring.

After that, I used the portal and went back to the park where I got the kid down and put him on the side of the road, even if I wanted to put him in the middle…even if I read his mind and found out what his family did to this poor kid by the name of Harry… even if he started having a really,-odd- dream while I was in his head. Nope, I didn't put him in the middle of the road.

Draco-

I woke up again right after Usagi left. It was going to be five soon, so I didn't have much time before a house elf came up with the trank. (Short for tranquilizer) It was actually a sleeping Potion in a syringe, but I still called it a trank., because that's what Usagi and the rest of them oh-so fondly call it and it just sort of stuck. Plus, who wants to think "the sleeping potion in a needle" all the time?

Getting up out of my bed, I quickly walked across the wooden floor to my desk and pulled out a small book. I also took out a small muggle pen and opened the small book to the first page. Slowly, I let my eyes trace over the barely legible words:

Dear diary, January, 8

I told daddy that I didn't like the snaky man after the meetng to-day. He hit me on the face. it hurt.

Dear diary, march 3

It's my birt-day today! I'm turning 6. Mama said to wish for the thin that I wantd moust foor my birt-day wish, butt I couldn't tink of anytin. So I wihsed fora freind. Then last nght I had a dweem, but tha person in tha dweem said to to wite it down

'I'm really going to have to darken that later,' I thought before quickly going to the next clean page and writing:

Tomorrow father is going to take me to get a familiar. I'm hoping for something strong, but, knowing my luck, I'll probably get a ferret. Usagi created a portal in my room so I could go out and fly, but a stupid muggle shot my wing. Father is still expecting me to align with the 'Dark lord' as he likes to call him, but the fool's crazy if he thinks that I'll side with him, my mate might be on the good side, then where would I be?

Random thought of the day- If Potions is like cooking, what is Transfiguration like.

That was all he wrote before the day's events caught up to him, and he fell asleep at the desk.

(The next day)

Father sent up a house elf, sometimes I just get the feeling that they don't like me. This one, Dibbles, stared at me like I was filth and talked to me like I shouldn't have even been born. I hope Usagi comes back soon.

So, here were, five hours and a morning beating later, in a smelly old pet shop surrounded by smelly brutes, stupids, and a small amount of intelligent animals one of which may be my new familiar. We had already been to three others and Father was getting mad, but he brought it on himself. The three he had taken me to specialized in snakes. like Potter, as found out in third year, I could speak to snakes, but I wasn't confined to just them, I could talk to almost any animal I wanted, they just had to be able to understand a few differences to their own dialect, but that makes a trip to the forbidden forest much scarier when you can tell what the whispers on the wind are saying.

Snakes are actually the only animal I cannot get along with, they are either too stupid to understand the few differences or they start laughing at me when they learn that I, a Luna Youkai, has been dominated by a human. The Luna Youkai, along with the Sol Youkai, is a very abstract race, the origin of which is unknown to even the demons themselves. Some believe they were created by the Ix Chel, the moon and earth goddess of the Mayans. They say we were the "dragonflies" that sang over her for 183 days until she awoke and blessed us with human shape. (1) Others say that we were descendents of Izanagi and Izanami's second child, the moon. The rest, including me, really don't care.

My father was talking to the manager. The only reason he was getting me a familiar was to out-do 'the Mudblood filth' as he called Granger, who had gotten her own just last year. I hadn't told father that it was only her pet and not her familiar. I looked around the shop. It was a pretty barren place with few animals up front. It took an hour for me to look at the other animals, snakes, that father wanted me to get. They all laughed. Finally, he allowed me to turn my attention to the cats. Dogs are not in this store, and rats are to 'blood traitor'-ish for his taste. There were only three, lying in cages hanging from the ceiling, a dull gray one, a bright green one, and a golden red one. I walked past the gray one and went straight to the green one, but as I got closer, I could hear it wheezing like it couldn't breathe right. It would probably die within the month without proper care. I went to turn around and found myself staring at the gold-ish red one who was asleep in the corner of its hanging cage. "A Gryffindor if I ever saw one," I sneered at the cat, trying to keep the mask, that father wanted me to have, up. I actually thought it was kind of cute. It opened one sleepy eye then went back to sleep, completely ignoring me.

'What a lazy cat' I thought to myself, 'that won't protect anyone.'

"Hurry up Draco, I haven't got all day," called father. I was just about to go to him and tell him that none of the cats here were any good when a lone sign caught my eye. Female Nekomata- rare. I looked up into the eyes of the last cat; they were looking over my shoulder, dilating in fear. A big hearty laugh sounded right behind me.

"Your son has a good eye," said the voice. I turned around and found myself looking at the large stomach of the pet shop owner. "That right there is a little known breed of Nekomata called the hi-aisu breed"

"It looks like a common cat off the street," said father in his oh so familiar drawl as he sneered at the poor cat. I turned and looked at the cat more closely. She wasn't the dull, light gray I had mistaken her for; instead, her coat was a mixture of colors. The main color was a blue that reminded me of a really light ice while here and there were small patches of a dulled fire red and, there on her forehead, was a light purple star. He had probably mistaken her for gray as well.

"May I hold her?" I asked.

"Sure," said the shopkeeper, "but I warn ya, if she doesn't like you it could end badly."

I looked at the poor thing, trying to figure if she liked me or not, but by now, she was shaking in fear. The shopkeeper took his key ring from his belt and picked a key. By now, she had fled as far from the door as she could. I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. It was obvious that she had been abused for I had acted the same way at one time before Usagi had gotten me away from home for a week+ each summer. The man had opened the door and was just about to reach in and get her when I stopped him. "Let me get her," I said.

He looked at me as if I had just stepped on his favorite ice cream then kicked his puppy. The look just made me surer that he had been mistreating his animals. I slowly put my hand in the cage, back first, so she would see I meant no harm. She tentatively sniffed my hand before coming closer; the tight little ball she had been in was gone and curiosity had come to her adorable little blue eyes. I reached my other hand in just as slowly and put it at the cat's right while the other was put at the cat's left. I brought my hands together, making a little bowl for her to sit in. I pulled her out, making sure that I didn't hit her head. The whole time, she just sat and stared at me like she knew that I would save her.

"How old is she?" I asked, concerned that she looked no bigger than a ten-week-old kitten. Malnutrition can do that to you.

"She is about twenty weeks old, but Nekomata are a type of demon," he explained, "they live for hundreds of years and grow at half the rate of a normal kitten until they reach their first year. I just stared at him. When he didn't start sweating or blubbering, I gave up and turned to father. Holding the cat protectively, I said in a clear voice, "I want this one." I heard that Nekomata were hard to come by and extremely loyal once they bonded to you. Plus, as an added bonus, they're demons and will live as long as I do, but I had never had enough time to look up their growth so I didn't know if he was telling the truth. And by time I meant in the library in Hogwarts, not the one at the manor, Kami knows what would happen if Father caught me in there.

Father sneered at her once more before asking the storeowner, "how much for this…cat."

While father paid for her, I looked over the poor thing, being a gentle as possible. I found a few bruises on her belly, as well as a broken rib, but that was easily fixed. I didn't find any bugs, but what I did find angered me more than I thought possible. Her second tail, the very tail that makes Nekomatas unique, was cut off. The only part left was a small stump. I could feel my claws and canines elongating. The tail was a very sensitive thing to all animals because it was an elongated part of the spine and to have it cut off was very painful. It could be likened to a Crucio and a slashing hex coupled with a burning hex. I could feel my eyes shifting to that blood red that every smart animal feared, when I felt a warm, rough thing going over the back of my hand. Looking down, I could see the kitten licking my hand. My heart filled with joy, maybe this would be a good thing after all. I brought the small thing to my face level and gave her a kiss on the nose. "You're a sweet thing; you know that?" I asked before bringing her to my chest and petting straight down her back. A small purr issued from her throat

"Draco," snapped my father, "it is time to go." giving the store manager one last dirty look, he handed me the bag holding everything that she would need in a shrunken form.

"I expect you and that thing to have a reasonable bond by the time school starts; do I make myself clear?"

"Yes father"

"I expect you and only you to care for this beast; you will not ask the house elves for help." I bristled when father called my new pet a beast, but kept myself in check. I would have loved to give the abusive man a piece of my mind, but, before we had left the house, he had stuck a shock collar around my neck.

During all this, Usagi was trying to keep herself from throwing the fat kid, now known as "Dudley" into the road, even if she really wanted to, even if his 'weird' dream had him trying to molest the ground. No, she was not going to do it. I think I'm going to be scared for life.

(1) Ix Chel, the Lady Rainbow - in Maya mythology, Ixchel or Ix Chel was an earth and moon goddess, patroness of weavers and pregnant women. One myth states that the sun was her "lover," but that her grandfather was very upset with this and he threw lightning at her out of jealousy which in turn killed Ix Chel.

In the story it stated that dragonflies sang over her for 183 days and then she awoke again only to follow the sun to his palace. But the sun soon after too started to become jealous of Ix Chel, thinking that she was having an affair with the morning star, who was the sun's brother. The sun threw her out of heaven and then persuaded her back home, but soon after her return he became jealous again. It is said that Ix Chel became annoyed with the behavior of the sun and so she went off into the night and remained invisible whenever the sun came around. At her new place in the night it is said that Ix Chel spent the nights nursing women of Earth through their labor (during the stint of their pregnancy and birth).

These two paragraphs were from: http :/ www. crystalinks. Com / mayan gods .html I had no part in writing them.

It Draco hadn't been albino, his hair would be light brown and he would have dark blue or black eyes.

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Sorry for the delay, I hope you like what I added.