Sesshomaru pulled his Yuki to him as he stepped forward to meet this new threat to his son. The dog may have looked like his son and even smelled like him to some extent but there were key differences. Firstly this dog demon smelled strongly of magic and the strange odor of a deadly serpent hung about him mingling oddly with his own scent and the alluring musky perfume of a female panther demon. Secondly his son was still just a very small puppy, and his scent lacked the heady perfume that announced a dangerous and adult dog demon in his prime. This demon's scent on the other hand was cloaked in the somewhat heady aroma of testosterone that announced his masculinity and his status as a powerful Alpha male, with far more distinction then the large testacies tucked between his hind legs.
Oddly his scent proclaimed him to be part Of Sesshomaru's own kin and clan.
Pack his scent screamed to Sesshomaru's inner demon.
Without giving any further thought to the young male standing a few hundred yards from him beyond the necessity of protecting his still small puppy he sought and shifted into his own true form. He ignored the differences between himself and the young male; they were few and far between. Mostly they were in scent, but he did have a very slight advantage in bulk, while the younger male tended to be more lathe, and a little longer in the leg. Also Sesshomaru knew from experience that in a literal dog fight his unfortunately floppy ears – which where a legacy from his mother's family – would be a disadvantage. The young male's more traditional short pointed and erect ears, would give him an advantage.
Sesshomaru growled a combination of a warning and a challenge - Informing the invading young male in the ancient tongue of their race, that he would not accept his presence in his territory. Certainly not with a puppy as young and defenseless as his son.
The young male simply let his tongue lull out of his mouth in a canine laugh. Then he yawned, displaying sharp teeth in a non threatening manner. However he kept his head high and his glowing blood red backed green eyes locked with Sesshomaru's own, in a clear challenge.
Refusing to back down even a step, his tail was held high, he took a single defiant step forward. "I have as much right to walk these forests as you do, Sesshomaru son of Inutaishu. I am Hyorimaru, son of Sesshomaru, and I have come back to ensure the past is preserved."
"I am not feeling particularly magnanimous this day boy, leave my territory or support your claim in combat." Sesshomaru growled, it was his last warning, and he hackled from ruff to rump in preparation for the fight to come.
The young male who was claiming to be his son, set his hackles up as well before replying. "If it is your wish to dance to the fang and claw then that is your choice, but it is a shame to engage in deforestation when the forest we stand in is so lush and green."
Sesshomaru snarled pinned his ears back and sprang at the other male. The boy growled pinning back his own ears and dodged nimbly to the side. Turning he reached for Sesshomaru's throat with snapping jaws, and came away with a mouth full of the thick fur at his throat but no flesh. Sesshomaru wrenched himself away returning the assault with snapping jaws. The boy nimbly evaded him, and all he ended up with was a few strands of silvery white fur trapped between his fangs. The younger dog twisted around and lunged for him they grappled teeth flashing as they attempted to rip each other apart in a savaged dance of death that shook the forest, crushing boulders down to mere pebbles as they tumbled and rolled springing up to the air they grappled again using the very tops of trees to spring and leap from. They met half way in a clash of flashing fangs and claws. Back legs scrabbling at each other's bellies in an attempt to disembowel, they rolled across the sky – and sprang apart again. Leaving vicious bite wounds and deep scratches in each other's hides as a souvenir of their encounter, thick droplets of blood ran down Sesshomaru's muzzle from where the younger dog had gotten in a particularly vicious swipe of his claws.
He'd torn out a rather large swath of fur from the other male's shoulder but that was it, the rest of his swipes and bites had torn away fur and dug scratched the surface of his hide but he had yet to draw blood.
The boy was tough he'd give him that.
They sprang at each other again connecting in the middle of their arch, he was lucky and he knew it he hit the younger male with just enough force that his extra bulk won out over the boy's smaller frame, toppling him backwards, and sending them both crashing to the forest floor below, leaving a path of crushed topped and mangled trees in their wake.
The younger male writhed beneath him searching for a weakness as he tried desperately to reclaim the air that had been knocked from his lunges on impact with the ground.
To Sesshomaru's astonishment he managed to reverse their positions not one but twice as they rolled jaws snapping for each other's exposed throats. Red lights flashed from the other dog's claws stinging his hide with needle like pricks. More distracting then dangerous, however the air reeked of magic with each new trick of light the boy threw at him.
He got the impression that the boy could have seriously injured him with his magic wrapped in his Youkai as it was, despite the fact that a demon's coat and hide deflected all forms of magic save those cast by the most powerful of sorcerers. The powers of the Mekos notwithstanding, unless they pierced your flesh first, magic was usually useless against a demon.
Sesshomaru couldn't help wondering where he'd learned magic, and how he'd learned to wrap it up in his youkai to make it work against another fully grown demon.
Finally enraged, he flipped the younger male one last time managing to wedge his back between to large bulders that jetted up out of the ground so that the only way the boy could get back up would be to pull his shoulders free, ripping open flesh in the process – particularly in the spot where he'd already ripped out the boy's fur.
Now for the blow that would send the boy running home to his dam, he drew in a deep breath and expelled it along with a sickly green poison gas, into the boy's face.
Just as he opened his own Jaws however he saw the boy opening his, a red light gathering into a ball in his jaws before it was expelled outwards in a blast of red light.
Their two attacks met in the air between them and exploded with enough force to send Sesshomaru hurtling through the air to land in a heap a few hundred yards away.
It also dissolved the rocks on either side of the younger male freeing him from his confinement of rocks. The boy rolled and climbed to his feet, hacking from the poison he'd inhaled.
Slowly Sesshomaru rose to his own four paws. Shaking from the effort, he lunged for the other male, they grappled, tumbling and rolling, bighting and clawing in a most undignified fashion while his guard looked on in surprise. They sprang apart again both winded, both tired but both refusing to give up. Both with the taste of the other's blood in his mouth.
Blood ran from the other male's shoulder from a bite wound that tore open the hide and ripped dangerously into the muscle beneath.
Sesshomaru should have felt victorious, the other male was wounded and had wounded in return, it had been years since he'd had a challenge of this standing. However he was confused the blood in his mouth, was far too familiar. He could taste the genetic markers that branded this young male his son. Confirming and solidifying his claim to be from the future.
It was confusing; he'd have to speak with his little brother about this. Of all their Clan only Inuyasha had any experience with time travel and time travelers.
The other male stepped forward prepared to fight and die if he had to – his body language declared that much.
"Come, you have proven yourself to me – I will consult my clan for knowledge of time travel." Sesshomaru began, he had meant to conclude the fight their but he never got the chance to. Before he could finish speaking Hyorimaru his voice still high and unbroken rang out across the battle field. A sickly green light struck the other male in the shoulder, and sank into muscle left unprotected by fur or hide. The young male was thrown sideways, with a look of shock on his face.
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Hyorimaru watched the fight between his father and the other male with a growing sense of dread. What if this male killed his father? His father was already hurt. However so was the other male; Now the two stood a few hundred yards apart, staring at each other.
His father had begun to speak, he needed to do something. He had to help his father. Suddenly he remembered the red-haired woman standing in front of the cradle he and Nickolas had shared back in the days when he'd been human and that man had still loved him two. He remembered the scary man in the black cloak and the silver mask, he remembered the words to the spell he had sent at him and his twin and he remembered the malice and the intent behind them.
Scrunching up his features he extended his arm, pointed two clawed fingers at the man and repeated the two words that had upended his happy life so many years ago.
"Avada kedavra!"
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Hyorimaru cursed as the killing curse struck his shoulder. He'd forgotten how much that hurt! Magic in and of itself was useless against a Demon, it simply bounced off of their hides and a Dog demon's fur shed magic like a crocodile's hide shed water. Actually if this version of his lord father hadn't already torn a hole in his fur and hide – all the killing cures would have done was stung like hell!
He'd endured it several times throughout the course of his long immortal life.
The force of the untrained spell sent him tumbling end over end, slamming his back into an old tree with enough force that it shattered under the force, wood chips flying in all directions. The world spun, and his ears rang for a few minutes. He shook his head, and realized in a moment of paralyzing horror that he'd been thrown over the cliff-face and into the open air. He yelped and scrabbled for the cliff with his claws, swearing as he realized his left forepaw was refusing to work. Pins and needles swam across his foreleg form armpit to paw.
He couldn't support his weight on the nearly vertical surface. He dug in with his claws desperate to find some new two hold. Cursing as he struggled for leaving Sylvana somewhere safe for this encounter. he was just about to call out for his familiar and force himself into his humanoid form, when a massive head descended over the side of the cliff.
His father had him by the scruff and was hulling him up.
He set his claws into the rock and did his best to help.
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Sesshomaru gazed down at the young man standing in front of him. The boy had shifted back into his more human appearance after he'd been dragged back up and over the precipice. So far he was ignoring his badly wounded arm. He claimed that it would be fine in a day or so and that the only reason his younger self had been able to do that much damage was because, 1 it was his own magic and youkai being used against him; and 2 because he had hit the open wound on his shoulder.
Sesshomaru refrained from sighing; the boy's words rang true. He was indeed his only son come back from the future to see to it that Hyorimaru actually received his letter to a school for witchcraft called Hogwarts of all things. With a sweeping gesture he motioned for them to return to the western palace.
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"He needs to be trained," Hyorimaru said referring to his younger self – who was currently asleep in another room.
Sesshomaru snorted, "He will be trained, and we have trained you well so far."
"He makes things happen, when he's angry, or scared, or feeling any emotion, surly that is reason enough to send the boy off to a school that will teach him control." Hyorimaru countered, refraining from glancing around his father's familiar office to take in the small changes that had occurred over the centuries.
"That makes no difference. You are here now. Why do you not teach him to be a wizard, if you saw we cannot teach him to suppress this human impurity?" Sesshomaru retorted.
Hyorimaru couldn't help it he snarled as he replied. "I am a wizard, the death of Harry James Potter, and the rebirth of Hyorimaru son of Sesshomaru has done nothing to change that fact. However that makes me no less an Inudyouki. The strengths of both species are combined within me. That is why my magic works on demons. My magical core is twined irreparably with my Youkai. As for why I do not train myself, I am good at certain aspects of wizardry and proficient in the application of others. Just as you are a master swordsman who taught me the art, but got a tutor to teach me to use a bow – you are an adequate shot father. However you yourself have said that teaching me yourself would have been folly you would have taught me a little and I would have learned a little less." Hyorimaru repeated the words Sesshomaru had spoken to his younger self just days ago, before adding. "let me be trained by masters in the weapon that is magic, Father, that my learning a little less then they have to teach is no handicap."
Sesshomaru sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I see your point my son, but you are still a mere puppy as yet. Only 11, surely that is too young."
Hyorimaru sighed at least here was progress. "It will only be for 7 years father, and he will have you and me both to look after him in the future. He will still be with you on holidays. What he learns about the future, while he is there will serve to make the entire clan prosper."
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James Potter sighed as he Side-along – Apperated his son and Daughter to the apperation point just outside of diagon ally. Today they were going to collect the things his son was going to need for his time at Hogwarts. He needed new everything. He couldn't have the world thinking their savior was anything but well taken care of.
First stop School Robes. He pushed open the door and sneered at the sight of the blonde haired child standing on a stool to be fitted. "Malfoy," he grumbled. Here to steal his son's thunder and attention no doubt. Well they'd just see about that!
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Hyorimaru sighed as he lightly gripped his younger self's arm and coaxed him into giving up all semblance of a physical form so that they could travel as pure energy. The boy was so young that he was sure this was his first time traveling in such a manor. Actually he remembered it being his first time and he remembered it being distinctly odd. However it was the fastest way for them to find Selvanna in all her adolescent glory, so that the boy could have a companion in Hogwarts. After they found her they would head off to Diagon ally to procure the boy's supplies. He glanced over at his father, and nodded once before setting off.
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Hyorimaru looked around and then looked up at his older self it was difficult to grasp the fact that the man standing beside him was literally what he would one day become. They were in a jungle somewhere. "What do I do?" he asked Quietly.
"You have Sylvana's scale, do you not?" his older self replied.
Hyorimaru nodded slowly.
"Then I would suggest you use it to summon your familiar."
"But how do I do that?" he asked.
His older self smiled, revealing long sharp fangs. "Concentrate on Sylvana, and on your need to have her by your side. Consider your need to solidify your bond. She will come."
He scrunched up his eyes and tried it holding the little scale in his claws.
A minute later there was a soft pop, and he opened his eyes to find a 29 inch long, silver snake hovering in front of his face, small wings fluttering to keep her aloft. "Sylvana," he whispered reaching out to the snake. To his shock the snake struck his palm, the poison flowing down his hand to pool in his wrist, leaving a small shimmering winged snake mark on the inside of his wrist.
"Mine" Selvanna hissed, "You are mine now unto the ends of time puppy. I will keep you safe."
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Hyorimaru smiled as he watched his younger self get to know his familiar, and gently stroked the head of the giant winged serpent on his shoulders. "We have done well and I meant what I said here today yet all those years ago. You are mine now unto the ends of time."
"As you wish scaled queen," he replied, then in Japanese though he could easily have spoken the InuYoukai tongue or even Parseltongue, "Come my younger self we have lots to accomplish before you get on the train in a week."