Hey! Sorry for the late update. This chapter was deleted four or five times for various reasons and I got soo angry that I went on a tangent about nottyping it. Well, now it's typed, so there.

Review Replies for ch. 4

IWasATeenageBarbie: Actually, no one knows exactly what that thing is, and I'm partial to the fact of it being a tail. Its really for anyone to determine, but Takahashi-sama has not said anything. I don't want to sound rude, but that is what I think. Sides, in the manga, it does look and behave as a tail should...

hotcocoalatte: This is the first you read? Oh, that explains why you think it's good when I think it's in need of serious actual writer skills...Glad you like my humor, though, and I did enjoy that phrase. It took me a whole minute to think of what Hagrid should say. Yeah...sad, no?

Review Replies for ch. 5:

eVilxSnare: Yeah, I thought that chap was funny too. As for the broom-riding lessons...not really so funny in all honesty...no lessons...--U. But as far as long flowing crystal white hair, Sesshy has that covered!

Tiamath: It's not easy to put those elements together sometimes, but it's alwayz fun. Thanx for the review.

Gryfffinrose: Glad you like the fic, and here's that long-awaited...I hope...update! (jk)

Shlandria: Once again, sorry for late updates, and hope you enjoy this chappie!

IWasATeenageBarbie: Heh. Nice take of Naraku, that's probably what he'd think before a plotting spree...and thanx for the compliment.

EvilDarknessConsumesAll: Wow, I'm flattered to get such a compliment as that. Really, the best? Naw, I dun think so...but thanx! And you have my sorry for the slow update like everyone else...

Sir Read-a-lot: Glad you like the story, and well...sorry for the late update, but here's the story. .

Review Replies for ch. 6

eVilxSnare: The Firebolt is an international racing broom and waaaay better than a Nimbus. And you know, if he ate Tauron in one gulp, where would the fun be, and trust me when I say there'll be some fun now that she's in the story...eventually...And Harry will probably get some answer containing "I'VE GOT THE URGE TO HERBAL!" in it somewhere...jk...heh...

biggest anime fan: Trust me, I know. I was in pain when I wrote that too, but I told myself people would laugh and it sorta helped...And sorry for OOC-ness, it's sorta necessary sometimes, but I'll try to keep him in character. Keyword try. Yes, he's curious, and no, he didn't know Kagome had spiked his OJ, he just knew it after he got sleepy. About the trees...I dunno, I just thought it would be funny, seeing as he sleeps against trees in some episodes and manga volumes...Oh, and it's okay if you don't do the other chapters, I know how it is to lose the net. That's usually whyI don't update consistently. But anyway, thanx for the compliments and stuff.

Gryfffinrose: I think Tauron the second is the embodiment of what most if not all cats wanna act like. Just like your cat acts. Um...does your cat control you...? Thanx for the review anyway...

hotcocoalatte: Yeah, here's the belated chapter. Thanx for the review.

"Huh!" the girl gasped. "Sesshoumaru! The Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Planes!"

"…I am surprised to see that my reputation precedes me here…"

"Are you mental? You're in the restricted library books! A whole bunch of them! I didn't know if Fred and George were lying before…I can't believe it's true!"

"So he's from the past like they said, Hermione?" asked a redheaded boy. "Isn't that what they said?"

"Yes, Ron."

"…Cool, I guess," Ron said skeptically. "If it really is true, that is…"

"Beyond cool, Ron. Look at him, he's a true, full-fledged demon!"

"A demon, huh? What kind?"

"Inu Taiyoukai, or Greater Dog Demon."

"So can I see what you can do?" Ron asked.

"Indeed. Put something in my hand that you do not mind losing."

Ron placed an old quill onto Sesshoumaru's open palm.

"Observe."

The three sixth years gasped as Sesshoumaru's hand glowed green and the quill began to melt to nothing.

"WICKED!"

"It is my Dokkasou, or Toxic Flower Claw."

Sesshoumaru stared longingly out the window where Harry sat. He wanted to feel the wind on his face…

"You want to sit windowside?" Harry asked.

"If I may…"

"Of course!"

He and Harry swapped seats and he opened the window for some fresh air.

Ahh, he though. Finally, something goes my way. Fresh air…heh…

"You're not used to being confined are you?" Hermione asked sadly.

"No."

Suddenly, Sesshoumaru thrust his head out of the window, letting the wind whip his bangs around.

"He's mental," Ron said in dismay. "And I thought that Dokkasou thing was cool…"

"I am not insane," Sesshoumaru said with his head still out the window. "I merely enjoy the rush of speed. However, I now see that it would have been much more sensible to run by the train. It moves so slow that I could get to our destination sooner that you…"

"Really?" Harry said incredulously. "How fast do you go?"

Sesshoumaru pulled his head in.

"According to humans and half the demon population, I am insanely fast," he told Harry softly, almost dangerously. "I can move so fast that at this moment, I could break your neck and detach it from your body and no one, including you, would know until your hear rolled off."

Harry gulped. That wasn't the best imagery in his mind.

"And that is why no one should make themselves my enemy," Sesshoumaru finished.

"W-we're, um…not your enemies, r-r-r-right?" Ron stammered fearfully.

Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes on the boy, who whimpered childishly. However, the demon's eyes soon gave a playful twinkle and he smirked.

"Do not fear. I do not consider you an enemy. Just make sure not to change that, or else you will be in for a world of pain…"

"Y-y-yeah…I'm n-not planning on it…"

"Stop fidgeting," Sesshoumaru replied coolly, extending his claws. "Animals can smell fear, and right now, that is all I can focus on…and your squirming makes me want to take a nip at you…"

Sesshoumaru licked his lips and exposed one of his new fangs, which gleamed in the light. Ron backed away.

"Hn. I am only toying with you," the demon sneered. "But in all honesty, stop it. I do have instincts, you know…"

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

A white-blonde boy stood above the four sixth years.

"So this is the new meat in Hogwarts, I see," he sneered. "Already hanging with the wrong crowd."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Inuyasha snapped.

"Associating with low class-wizards and half-bloods. Even mudbloods like her."

"So what if she's different?" Inuyasha interrupted. "Blood don't matter, kid. I'm half-demon, and I'm a tough contender in life, I can tell ya that."

"Half-breeds hand with half-breeds," scoffed the boy.

"Shut it, Malfoy!" Ron snarled.

"And what's this? Another half-breed?" Malfoy drawled, pointing to Sesshoumaru.

Within seconds, he found himself against the wall, hanging by his throat. Sesshoumaru's eyes barely flickered, almost as if he was bored. However, his aura was intensifying and causing an eerie wind to blow through the train car.

"Don't ever, EVER mistake I, Sesshoumaru, for a half-breed. My brother may be half-demon, but my mother and my father had pure Dog Demon blood, which is what now courses through my veins…"

Sesshoumaru's face slowly slid into a half-transformed dogface with a grotesque grin.

"Today you receive my warning. Next time, you shall not be so lucky. Regardless of the old fool's words, I will kill you."

So saying, Sesshoumaru's fingers tightened, drawing blood. He reverted the semi-transformation.

"I can smell it in you," he said. "You are a full-breed, human though you are. But do not stomp on another full-breed who is just as worthy as you, and do not mistreat half-breeds. Keep it to yourself. I did not, and I am now paying for it. I have learned that purity of blood does not always matter. What matters is how you use your power to your advantage. And by the way, I am Lord Sesshoumaru to you!"

A small amount of poison dripped form Sesshoumaru's claws and ran down Malfoy's neck, causing the flesh to become irritated. However, the demon set Malfoy to his feet softy after a few seconds. He then took his seat, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes.

"Inuyasha, sit down. I am sure he has gotten the point by my talons," he said to his brother. "It would be useless to sully yours."

"Feh! Glory hog!" Inuyasha uttered. He then looked at Malfoy, who had not moved an inch. "Hey, kid! Why you still here? Sesshoumaru doesn't bluff. Even I would have run by now."

"I've got nothing to run from. Soon enough, my father will have you under his thumb, mutt-faced cretin!" Malfoy spat, mispronouncing cretin.

"Do you not mean that Voldemort will have me under his thumb?" Sesshoumaru said lazily.

Malfoy flinched, but recovered quickly.

"And if I do? You can't stop it."

"Can't I?" Sesshoumaru asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"What do you think I'm talking about?"

"Are you mental or something?"

"Do you know what the Socratic method is?"

"Why are you changing the subject?"

"Did you not change it by questioning my mental stability?"

"Shut-up!"

"What is wrong, can you not keep up with me, boy?" Sesshoumaru sneered. "Fine, I shall enlighten you. Voldemort cannot defeat me. I am not insane. The Socratic method is teaching by asking questions. And in all honesty, your intelligence an never match mine. So who's the cretin now?"

And Sesshoumaru had pronounced cretin the correct way.

Malfoy growled under his breath.

"I have left you speechless? Hn. I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but it appears that you are unarmed…"

"Shut up, worthless mix-breed mutt!" Malfoy snarled.

Sesshoumaru let his fangs creep past his bottom lip and his nose scrunched up as he began to snarl demonically. Seeing as this was much more threatening that Malfoy's growl, said wizard decided not to press his luck any further.

"We'll meet again. If you have any guts, you'll join a Quidditch team! A load of the House players are graduated, so you'll have no problem."

"I shall take you up on that. But do not forget; I am a demon. My senses are much better than yours."

"But you're no wizard. No better than a mudblood, with your useless parents."

A much deeper growl rose in Sesshoumaru's throat and he nearly pounced on Malfoy with full intent of ripping him to shreds, but the wizard was gone.

"That boy…" he snarled, still growling like a hungry lion.

R & R!