12/2/07

A/N

I'm a bitch ne? I get such wonderful reviews (Which are piled up in unread in my inbox) and I don't even update. Geez, I'd hate to be me….or you ppl seeing as you're the ones suffering.

I have no excuse but writer's block and self inflicted confusion! I got a laptop and started continuing some fics on it, but I wasn't sure which ones and I'm a lazy ass.

Highschool cuts down some time

VERY IMPORTANT

Okay, I have no real recollection of what the fuck I was thinking for this fanfiction. I went and read the summary I made and don't remember jack shit. So I'm altering it, sorry but not really, and I've posted the NEW Summary below. If you I lose a whole bunch of you I'm sorry, but I can't write about what I don't remember.

Rating

PG13 for swears and violence, rating may change in certain chapters, you will be informed when such happens.

Summary

Inuyasha/Harry Potter Inutaisho had three sons. One hanyou, two youkai. Seshomaru's second youngest brother, Natsu, was killed as a baby when a miko was sent to assassinate both princes. He's hit with a spell to send him into the future. Natsu's sent spiraling through time and into the body of a witch to be reborn, his true self waiting to be awakened by the familiarity of his past. Unknown to all, there is something inside him that no one fully remembers exists. What if it's something that the darkness can't wait to get it's claws on?

Harry Potter and the Inner Demon

Chapter 10

Seshomaru led Natsu down stairs, helping him when his spine gave a particularly painful twinge, only to run into Kagome. She stared a moment before asking in monotone, "He's Natsu after all?" The other two nodded and the girl looked Natsu up and down before excusing herself. Once she had left their presence, they could here her laughing distinctly from where they sat by the hearth.

As Natsu lay curled up in the cushioned armchair, warmed by the heat of the crackling flames, he felt his eyes droop with an unexpected exhaustion. He was so sleepy all of a sudden, why? He really didn't know or care. An odd numbness spread from his fingers to the tips of his toes and then crept up his neck.

"Sesh-" Natsu found he couldn't move his jaw, all his muscles seemed to spasm before all feeling was lost and his eyelids became too heavy to keep open. The last thing he saw was his aniki standing up and a frenzy of silver hair trailing behind him.

Seshomaru was in panic mode. What should he do? Was Natsu going to be okay? Why wasn't he responding? Forcing calm, he called for Kagome who came trampling down the stairs with such speed he hadn't known a human could posses. Seshomaru scooped Natsu up in his arms ran for it. He shouted to the portraits for the direction to the headmaster's office and the quickly provided, fearing for their acrylic design.

Kagome couldn't dream of being able to keep up with such a grand Tai-Youkai, but she could try. Her lungs burned and her legs screamed as she ran up staircase after staircase. The steps seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation and led both her and Seshomaru to their destination.

Seshomaru couldn't remember the password, dammit! Every time he attempted the gargoyle snuffed at him. When he was about to claw the thing, there was a tap on his shoulder. Albus Dumbledore stood in all pride just behind him.

"May I make an enquiry as to what has happened?"

Seshomaru made a frustrated growl from the back of his throat. How could the old man be so calm and serene while Natsu lay in his arms, beginning to convulse in a feverish state? Though faint, Seshomaru could sense the boy's magic slipping out of him, leaving only his demonic energy. Dumbledore's voice pulled him from his musings.

"Well, my boy, why didn't you just take him to the Hospital Wing? Things will be easier there." Dumbledore turned and quickly sped to the Hospital Wing, leaving a pissed and uncooperative Seshomaru in his wake.

When Natsu regained consciousness, the only sound he could hear was a vibrating hum. As he cracked open an eye he was forced to close it again as the white of the infirmary and the blinding light from the window combined forces. Cautiously he opened them again and slowly his eyes became adjusted. He was alone, no Seshomaru, no Dumbledore, NO Madame Pomfrey. He felt tears come unbidden to his eyes. Did no one care? Care that he whether he was hurt or happy or even alive?

Forcing himself to sit up, Natsu felt his arms shake weakly. What was wrong with him? Natsu moaned painfully and slid his legs over to rest on the floor. The tiles were harshly cold. Forcing himself to ignore this, Natsu stumbled out of bed. The bathroom was so close, it was just through that one door next to Madame Pomfrey's office. As he gripped the doorknob, the large doors in front of the infirmary slammed open. Jumping in terror, Natsu found himself gripping one of the beams on the ceiling- wait a moment…

Dumbledore and Seshomaru had entered the room, both looking quite irritable and Seshomaru looked rather ruffled compared to his normally elegant demeanor. Natsu felt a wave of pure adrenaline wash over him. How was he going to get down? How did he get up? Seshomaru looked up as though hearing his mind rambling and his face relaxed.

Natsu gasped as his aniki leapt up to his level, landing on the banister Natsu was currently hugging in terror. Seshomaru then sat down, normal as he pleased and grabbed Natsu by the scruff of his hospital gown. With a tug, Natsu found himself sitting up there as well.

From below, Dumbledore called, "Harry my boy are you alright?" Natsu dumbly nodded and realized that the Headmaster was probably getting a perfect view of their derrières. "H-how do we get down?" He stuttered to his brother. Seshomaru gave him a sly smile.

"Same way we got up."

Without warning, the elder's arm slipped around the younger brother's waist, hoisting him off the beam and falling towards the floor. Natsu yelped and clenched his eyes shut, expecting immediate impact, broken bones, headaches…

And….Nothing. Peering open a lid, he realized he was fine and dandy, barely on his own feet but rather off the ground a few centimeters, held fast by his aniki's arm.

"Don't scare me like that!!" Natsu squealed allowing himself to drop on the tiles, wincing at their frigidness, only to blush bright pink at the sever octaves his voice had reached in the moment. Dumbledore chuckled and his eyes twinkled while Seshomaru raised an eyebrow. Even more embarrassed, Natsu had to stop himself from stomping his foot childishly. He felt alive though, definitely the age he must appear to be. He was almost shivering with wakefulness, not unlike when you've sat still in a cold room and had several shivers up your spine.

"Relax Natsu," Seshomaru said, voice gaining edge. But Natsu couldn't relax, it was like something was going to explode out of him- and it did.

Natsu felt a sudden burst of pain in his left side, blood spraying and trickling down his skin as something jutted out of him, like a bullet in a muggle movie. The difference was it hurt and he didn't think he could stand for much longer like those actors.

"Natsu!" The last thing he saw was the surprised look on his aniki's face before he blacked out.

Kagome sat in the Gryffindor Common Room. She knew she was of no use right now and it drove her insane. Dumbledore had told her to rest in the tower and that he would alert Madame Pomfrey of Natsu's condition and all would be well soon enough. So, she had done as she was told but most certainly had not managed to rest. There was too much on her mind.

The Shikon Jewel…or something like it…She had been getting faint readings of it all over the place at random times ever since she had arrived here at Hogwarts. It mad her nervous. Kagome reached into her shirt and pulled out the chain that was attached to the small purple orb.

It was the cause of so much pain and destruction, she didn't know what she'd do if there was anything else like it in the wrong hands. Naraku had showed her what horrible things could happen. The closest thing she could compare it to was fire, eating away at what ever it could, gaining in size and increasing it's speed until there was nothing left to fuel itself.

If one looked closely enough, they could see the blazing spirits of youkai in this small, glistening sphere.

There was a sharp tug at her chest, it knocked the breath out of her and se stood, Shikon Jewel falling on her chest again. It was the spike! She felt it, as if there were a hundred shards of the Shikon and it was right under her nose-

But where could it be? For it to just show up like that, with such tremendous power! Kagome walked to the portrait hole, and was about to push it open only for the spike to disappear completely.

'What the…What going on here…why is it gone already?!'

She felt desperate and near tears. Another jewel! Already? But the other had just been put back together, what reason would there be for another jewel to suddenly come out?

She promptly spent the next hour contemplating just that, while Natsu of the Western Lands fell unconscious from lack of blood and excruciating pain. It was safe to say that neither was having a nice night.

A/N:

I was looking through previous chapters and realized I put big words I didn't know in the wrong context. Lol. I was a noob. A noobish-child. If you happen to run across any words that don't seem to fit, don't worry. They most likely DON'T. Just make an educated guess.