Tainted Love

Many Years Ago

A/N: My first non-one-shot fanfic! I'm so excited! :D Okay, sorry. Anyway, just so you know this chapter is all background information. Other than that, I really don't have any notes. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own ANY aspect of Harry Potter or Inuyasha. I do not make money off my stories.

You've heard the myths. You've read the fables. You've told the folklores. But have you ever thought about any of it being real? I don't mean pretending it's real for the sake of imaginative little children or to scare the crud out of everyone at the campsite. I mean you truly believed in your heart it was real.

If your answer is yes, then don't be ashamed. You're not insane, crazy, or immature. As a matter of fact, you're correct. The creatures of myths do in fact, exist. They mingle among us. They're a part of our everyday lives.

Despite common beliefs, they're more like non-magical beings than you think. Not all fairies are good and not all dragons are bad. Like creatures that do not possess magical qualities, the only things that separate the good from the evil are the decisions they make, not race or appearance. And, like non-magical creatures, some supernatural creatures think they're superior because of race, appearance, and power, the last being the most common reason for discrimination in this paranormal world.

That's how the wars started.

Long ago, the Council of Elders had a very serious debate. Approximately half of the members wanted to enslave the non-magical race to make life easier for them. One thing you must understand is that these magical beings are very proud. Their powers are supposedly beyond our compression. However, they don't comprehend the non-magical world at all and there for have little respect for it. The other half protested, saying that the idea was against nature. According to them, the humans and the Legendaries, as these supernatural beings are sometimes called, are equals and there is no superior race. As you can see, not all Legendaries are created equal.

These continuous debates became arguments. These arguments lead to fights. These fights lead to wars.

These wars confused the non-magical beings, which were called humans. They had always looked to the Legendaries as though they were perfect creatures, though they were not. Every single one of them wondered what was going on.

Years passed. The humans began to face hardships they had never faced before. Loss, fear, and famine came upon this ignorant race. Soon, the humans began to also feel emotions they'd never felt before. Hatred. Bitterness. Anger. Emptiness. Depression. Grief.

At first, they only felt these emotions toward the Legendaries. However, the horrifying war led to the humans feeling these unpleasant feelings for each other. After only a few years, humans became evil and twisted. They stole, coveted, lied, lusted, and tortured each other. The human world was thrown into complete chaos.

All of the Legendaries were alarmed by the sudden change in the humans' behavior. A temporary truce was called to decide what was to be done about the developments in the humans. It was decided that every single Legendary would give at least one gift to the human's world.

Some of the Legendaries created animals to run alongside the humans. Others created beautiful landscapes for humans to lose themselves in. It was said one Legendary created death and the afterlife as a way to relieve humans from the insane world they lived in.

Other Legendaries gave gifts to humans that were planted into their hearts. One such gift was the ability to create music. Another was the ability to feel true love.

This time period was known as the world's golden age. Humans could rest in peace while the Legendaries were distributing the gifts.

This time was very short-lived. The Legendaries soon went to war once again, but this time they were all so tired. Not one of them could think straight and some felt their magic fading.

It soon became obvious the Legendaries couldn't go on forever. Many Legendaries looked for away to extend their life, but it was in vain.

In the last few years of their existence, several Legendaries did what they originally would've thought to be blasphemy. They transferred their magical powers to humans. These humans still had human emotions and most human characteristics, but they were able to perform the Legendaries' magic.

Many of these humans are known as wizards and witches, but there are some other types of magical humans as well, such as priestesses and monks. For the most part, the Legendary that had granted the human their power taught the human how to use it and how to use it well.

This was not always the case though. Some Legendaries were still power-thirsty and they sought out extremely wicked humans and taught them the most horrible ways to use their powers. These humans were taught how to kill, deceive, and control the minds of other with their new powers. They were also told that when the time was right, they were to seek out the evil Legendaries' burial grounds and revive them so they could enslave the non-magical race with no hold ups. These dark-spirited humans were told to wait for a sign to come to the burial ground of their masters.

Salazar Slytherin was one such man…

Salazar wondered aimlessly through the woods. He had been chased out of the village… again. Once again, he'd said more than he should have. Why had he defended Akumu, the dark Legendary that tortured the people of the town? He'd been foolish. If he continued to get run out villages for his evil practices, where would he go? He'd been exiled from villages for a number of reasons. Once, he killed a nine year old boy and drank his blood. No one at the village had taken it too kindly. He'd sacrificed a teenage girl on an alter he'd built to the dark Legendaries. The girl's parents had led the mob from that village. He sighed. The village he'd just left had already suspected him of stealing a sacred object from a shrine, and once he'd proclaimed that Akumu was the greatest Legendary ever to exist, they kicked him out. Salazar sighed.

Suddenly, a cold wind rushed through the trees. Salazar whirled around. "Who's there?" he demanded.

A dark chuckle rang through the silence.

"Hello, Salazar," a soft voice cooed.

There was a blinding flash of light. Suddenly, there was a man dressed in black robes before him.

Even though he'd never seen him disguised as a man before, Salazar immediately knew who he was.

"Akumu."

Akumu laughed. "Correct. I heard your speech in the village just a few hours ago. It was quite inspiring."

Salazar said nothing.

Akumu grinned. "Surely you've heard that the Legendaries are beginning to lose our powers?"

Salazar hesitated. "I've heard rumors."

"You see, Salazar, I'm getting weaker by the moment. I've searched for decades for a human that would inherit my powers. I can't simply let my spirit die out, you see. And it looks as if I've finally found someone."

Salazar's eyes widened. Before he even had a chance to utter a sound, he felt an invisible force push out the ground. The force seemed to suffocate him and when Salazar tried to open his mouth to scream, no sound came out. After what seemed like hours of agonizing pain, the torture came to an abrupt stop.

Salazar slowly sat up. Akumu was nowhere to been seen. Salazar began to stand up, but then he noticed something heavy on his lap. He looked down to see a thick, pitch-black book that said Spells of Dark in elegant silver letters.

On the spell book was a note. "Salazar," it read, "this book will teach you everything you need to know. Obey no other source.

"Your mission is to learn the ways of the dark magic. When the time is right, you will come to my burial place to resurrect me. You will know more as the time comes nearer. In the event that you do not live that long, you must pass this information down to your children and no one else. Remember, snakes are your friends. Signed, Akumu."

Salazar stared at the page for a while. Then out of nowhere he could feel power coursing through his veins. Though Salazar didn't have a clue where life would take him next, he was sure of one thing. Those villagers were going to regret not letting him stay.

Salazar was not a unique case. Many corrupt humans gained powers this way. There was one particularly famous case of a man named Onigumo. He was only able to absorb half of a demon Legendary's power. After this incident, Onigumo changed his name to Naraku.

Another legend is the story of Inu no Taisho. He fell in love with a human woman who gave him a son that had the demonic powers of Inu no Taisho (though they were a bit weaker) but human emotions, like his mother. Unfortunately, this story does not have a happy ending. Only minutes after his son was born, Inu no Taisho died in an attempt to protect his lover and his newborn.

But the story I'm about to tell you didn't happen billions of years ago like these tales did. No, this story happened very recently. It all began in modern day Tokyo, Japan…

A/N: What do you think? I know that's a lot of information thrown at you at once, but please bear with me! If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to contact me. I'll answer them as best I can.

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Thank you so much! Please review!

P.S. Thank you Requiem for a Dream theme song for keeping me inspired throughout this chapter.