An: Here is chapter 13, something I wrote to stem off the anxiety of my chemistry final exam and being home sick for. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't Own Inuyasha, R.O.D, or Harry Potter. But I do own the Ancient Werewolf Culture; I'm going to use it in a novel I'm writing!

Chapter 13

History and the Present

Neville Longbottom knew it was getting late, and he felt that he should be getting back before he got caught by any of the professors, Filch, or Mrs. Norris. But something with in his blood was calling him to the outdoors. He felt trapped within Gryffindor tower, something that he normally felt same and secure inside. It was a restlessness saying that he needed to lose some of this pent up energy before sleep could welcome him in his bed.

It was strange, he had been getting these strange occasional urges to go outside and just run, frolic with a group of friends, or at least move his body to the point of exhaustion before he could sleep with out a problem and despite the late hour, rise at dawn. These urges had been haunting him since that adventure at the ministry with Harry and the others.

He snuck by the edge of the castle past the green houses, past Hagrid's cabin, and along the edge of the forbidden forest—or at least as close as he would dare, which was very far away from the edge—and finally the edge of the lake.

The Squid was lazily swimming along the surface of the lake, catching fish and grindlylows that came near with lighting strikes of its two longer tentacles.

The grounds were alive at this time of night; Neville noted something he wished he didn't, it was already getting late; shouldn't he already be in bed?

The shaking adrenaline in his body was so bad, that if he went back now he'd never sleep.

He took a step on the cool grass by the lake on this starry night and then another, and another, until he couldn't help but keep moving, something telling him not to stop!

Faster;

Faster;

Faster, faster, faster, faster,faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, faster, don't stop, keep going!

Neville felt his legs pump, at first it was hard work to keep going, and at some points it hurt to take another step on the terrain, especially when he had to climb small slopes he had never noticed before by the lake, his legs itched in veins that moved up and down his legs, his legs receiving a foreign feeling that he didn't feel before. Oh how easy it would be to stop, to just to stop.

But Neville knew better at this point, if he stopped the urge would just pester him to run again, and it would be even harder to start again.

He didn't know how many laps he ran around the lake before the urge set sided, leaving Neville tired, shaky, his heart throbbing, his breath was deep and panting, but inside he felt something he never felt after running before, exhilaration, excitement, and a heated soothing that filled his whole body.

He made a tired beeline to the front doors of the Entrance hall before he made a beeline to the Fat Lady Portrait.

"Neville?" The Fat Lady asked snapping out of a dose when she saw him, pants and his bare feet were slightly muddy, and he was sweaty and panting.

"I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk." Neville explained weakly.

Before the Fat Lady could say anything else about his weak excuse, she swung open and Harry pulled the invisibility cloak off of his head as he noticed Neville.

"Neville? Where were you?" Harry asked in a whisper.

"I couldn't sleep." Neville excused weakly. Tiredly he stalked past Harry, "G'night Harry." And went straight to bed where he changed back in to his pjs, and collapsed on his bed. Sleep engulfed him almost immediately.

Inuyasha, who had been sleeping lightly, noticed when his class mate who's name he didn't know, was muttering in his sleep, woke up, and left, but before Inuyasha could follow another scent caught his nose, sweat, endorphins, adrenaline, and fatigue. Another dorm mate stalked past him, not even noticing Inuyasha and changed in trance before crawling on to the bed and collapsing, tugging at his covers until it formed a nest around him and fell in to a deeper sleep.

"And as Voldemort called out this dark energy out of this… glass orb thing… I think this Naraku bloke called it a core, and out came this mist of something; I think he called it miasma." Harry explained once he arrived in Dumbledore's office telling about the dream. Dumbledore sat and listened with interest.

"Then this Naraku explained that miasma can be used to poison your enemies and if you can concentrate it in to a sold form it has its uses too. But he didn't say anything about those uses, only that it can be unlimited.

"Then there was a lesson two mentioned and Voldemort shot an arm, which grew in to a tentacle spear thing, and killed a bird with it, then I woke up."

Both headmaster and student sat in silence for a moment before Dumbledore began to speak.

"Harry, is this all you had to say?"

Harry nodded.

"Hmm, it seems to me that Naraku seems to have knowledge about things that before were only scoffed at theories or information lost over four hundred years ago when Izumi of the Western lands died protecting her father in the Demon War of Japan. But I'm only afraid that this is all the information I have to offer you. But I'm sure that you and your friend Hermione Granger would like to take on a research project."

Morning awoke with a sore legged Neville Longbottom, and a tired and weary Harry telling Ron and Hermione about the dream of Voldemort and Dumbledore.

"So Dumbledore feels that we need to look up information about the Demon Wars?" Ron asked before turning to Hermione. "Alright Hermione, what do you know about the Demon Wars?"

"You two really need to pay attention in History of Magic." Hermione exclaimed exasperatedly. "We studied it last year, but we didn't cover it enough to need it for Owls."

"And you expect us to remember?" Ron asked back with the same emotion as Hermione. Harry couldn't help but agree with Ron, who could pay attention to professor Binn's lecture with that droning voice of his.

"But what about Izumi of the Western Lands?" Harry asked. Hermione made a loud gasping as if he had asked about Gildroy Lockheart in second year.

"Izumi of the Western Lands was a very strong Aura-Kiko! She was famous for…" Hermione began to go in to automatic excited lecture mode really quickly.

"Hermione, what is an aura-kiki?" Harry and Ron asked.

"Aura-kiKO! A witch or wizard who uses three different types of energy, two of which are unfamiliar to wizard kind, it was said that one had to be strong both mentality and physically in order to control all three powers with out have a negative back lash! Izumi of the Western Lands was the most recent one in known history, she may have died young but she was a strong fighter for the yokai side of the war. She's my hero!"
Both Ron and Harry were then lost as Hermione started to rant on and on about her hero, whose origins were unknown except that she was adopted by someone important but before Hermione could say whom, the bell rang.
"Come-on Hermione I want to be to Defense of the Dark arts on time!" Ron exclaimed as he tried to drag Hermione out of her lecturing state and take her to class.

"There, Lysabdra, could you give my roughs draft a looking over?" Kishsa asked in the dark room, her outline only illuminated by a muggle laptop on a word document.

"Why should I look at those history books you have been writing? Or those series of short stories?" Lye muttered as she entered the room and was handed a stack of paper before Kishsa walked out of the room and shut the door behind her and in to a dark hallway to watch Kohaku.

'Although I have to admit it pays the bills.' Lysabdra thought to herself as she began to read.

"I'll find the little mud tracker and when I do, oh my sweet, how they will pay." Filch said to Mrs. Norris, his cat as he muttered to himself with a mop in his hands as he cleaned the mud trail leading from the front gates of the Entrance hall but by the time it lead to the stairs the mud on the tracker's feet seemed to dry up and lose the trail. The odd part it, Peeves seemed to have nothing to do with the mud tracking and the other ghosts and portraits were either in some other part of the castle, sleeping, or refused to tell the care taker what they saw.

"Oh my sweet how wonderful detention for a month for that student will be…"

Mrs. Norris seemed to have shifted her attention from the caretaker to the smell of something strange. Something, like a fox.

She followed the scent in hot pursuit with her owner asking about were she was going and followed, thinking a student had just broken the rules, oh the joy the discipline to these disrespectful adolescents shall be when…

Mrs. Norris stopped.

"Kirara?" Shippo inquired before he heard the footsteps coming as Kirara tensed before she ran out to divert Mrs. Norris's run before she discovered Shippo.

Thinking fast the kitsune kit grabbed a leaf he had stored in his pocket, abandoning all the packages he had seen on the table in the library and tripped off the table. There the small kitsune laid, his eyes were swirls by the time Filch walked on to the scene. "What is this little thing? Bah, it has to be one of those lifelike stuffed animals I heard about, this must be student property, carless little trouble makers..." Filch grumbled as he picked up the "stuffed animal" by the tail.

Shippo froze and tried to play the cute plushy and waited until Filch left the room before Shippo wiggled his tail out of the man's grip slowly and surely. Filch surprised by the sudden movement dropped Shippo harshly on to the castle floor.

Shippo wasted no time to climb upon his feet and use his little fox feet to carry him down the hall as fast as they could carry him.

Filch muttered in shock as the "toy" began to run and doing the only thing he could think of. He chased after it, grabbing a broom out of an open broom closet he was about to use to clean up after the mystery mud tracker.

Catching an occasional glance at the broom in his peripheral vision was enough inventive to make Shippo run like the devil was after him; well okay, maybe a cranky old care taker, but it was still really scary!

"Kagome!" He cried but to no help at all, she was still in her English as a second Language class, learning common phrases used in a class room.

Filch didn't understand what it was yelling but he was determined to catch it and turn it in to Dumbledore, a student was going to get in to trouble and that was something he would make sure of.

Shippo lost track to where he was running for a while and came across an empty corridor. Taking a sharp turn, a last ditch idea came in to mind. He reached in to his kimono and "Fox Magic!"

Filch entered the empty corridor to come across a giant snake striking at him. With no time to waste or to even realize what he was doing Filch raised the broom in all of his dusty old caretaker glory, bashed the giant snake in the head and watched as it disappeared in a poof!

Once the poof disappeared an old wooden snake toy landed and bounced on to the floor and lay limply where it landed.

A cold cackle filled the air and the song of "Filchy wilchy, the old bag is scared of a little wooden snakey wakey!"

"PEEVES!" Filch bellowed in irritation as the poltergeist drifted from out of one of the halls. "Did you do this?"

Peeves paused and then looked at the wooden snake with a look of total concentration and the utmost seriousness that made Filch fear for the end of the world.

"My word, I'd have to say that who ever did this was clever, talented and very skilled, especially with illusions and timing... I didn't do this, it's too good to be mine, but who ever did this is a genius!"

"You... didn't do it? Then who did?!" Filch muttered frustrated.

Peeves smirked at Filch and blew a raspberry. " Say pretty please with sugar on top."

"Peeves!"

"Say it or I won't tell!"

"Peeves!"

"Say it!"

"Fine, please."

"Please what?"

"Would you please tell me who did this?"

"Say Pretty with sugar on top, and pudding, and scones and..."
"PEEVES!"

Peeves decided that now he would tell Filch what he knew.

"I don't know." And with another raspberry and more cackling Peeves glided off to search for his new rival in pranks; Filch cursed at Peeves and the wooden snake before he stomped off to take his frustration out on cleaning the mud tracks.

Up in the rafters above Shippo hid, panting and feeling relived that he didn't get found out. He waited up in the rafters until all was quiet and crawled out to find a very worried Kirara who had ran around half the castle trying to distract Mrs. Norris after Filch veered left instead of right loosing sight of his most trusted feline companion only to find Shippo. It wasn't until Kirara ran by some fifth-sixth year boys crawling around a girl's bathroom before Mrs. Norris gave up pursuit on Kirara.

Once free Kirara doubled back and then had to track down Shippo, worried when she sensed Filch's scent following Shippo's until she tracked down Shippo's hiding place to find the small kitsune was safe and sound in the banisters. Tired from his little misadventure fell asleep while the two tailed cat climbed up to his hiding place and like a mother cat used her tails to give the small kit a blanket as she kept guard.

"And this class, concludes our first Defense against the Dark Arts Lesson" Lupin said as the class ended. "Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger and Mr.Weasly, may I have a word with you after class?"

The students packed their bags while the assistant teachers Professors Anderson and Makuhari stood on the side lines taking notes for something.

Once the other classmates left the three Gryffindors walked to the front of the class room to hear what Lupin had to say.

"That was a great lesson Professor Lupin." Ron said immediately.

"Thank you Ron." Professor Lupin replied.

"Professor, why did you call us up here?" Hermione asked.

Lupin smiled. "Actually I had something personal I wanted to ask you three, see there has been a recent discovery of an ancient culture of Werewolves that had made a very powerful secret. They had discovered a way to tame the inner beast that makes a werewolf dangerous and become one with the inner wolf and can assume wolf form at will and still be in control. The human mind is in control so to speak. This society of ancient werewolves used this "Merging" so to speak as a coming of age ordeal that made the transfer from pup to adult."

"Amazing." Hermione whispered drinking in all this new information. Harry and Ron seemed interested in this new information too.

"It appears that for the merging to work the pup has to understand their version of the code of chivalry. The term translates to 'the way of the pack.' and if the pup does not truly understand, or is inhuman, or weak at heart, the pup won't survive to ordeal." Lupin explained softly. "I'm planning on taking this merging process on the next new moon so I can continue on teaching."

"Remus?" Professor Readman asked as she entered the classroom. The small witch's arms were stuffed full of old ageing scrolls of parchment as she stumbled in to the class room before retiring the scrolls on an empty desk with care as if they were small children.

"Ah Yamiko, thank you very much." Lupin thanked when he saw the scrolls.

Professor Readman then began to organize the scrolls as if she were making them more comfortable.

Professor Anderson, who was preparing for the next class sighed in irritation as he watched Professor Readman happily perform her tasks.

"These scrolls," Lupin went on to explain, "Are records on how to perform the merging and the way of the pack. I'm planning—"

"Hey Remus, are we going to do this merging on the full moon in two weeks?" Professor Anderson asked.

"Yes, yes I was just getting to that..." Lupin replied. "Any way so would you three like to witness my merging in two weeks?"

"Of course!" Harry replied to his parents remaining friend.

"Absolutely!" Ron exclaimed.

"I can't wait to see what it looks like!" Hermione cheered as Remus Lupin beamed.

Things were starting to become more positive from here.

An: Sorry if this chapter has any miss spelled words or anything like that, I'm sick and the effort to typeing makes me tired. ugh. well at least the plot is moving...

read and reveiw please while I lie down.