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Inuyasha sat atop his desk, swinging his legs back and forth in child in youthful pendulum as his fourth year class filed in. The girls immediately claimed their seats up front while boys lounged in the back, just how it had been for the entire semester.

"Morning niños."

"Good morning, Señor."

Inuyasha bit his bottom lip and grinned. He never got tired of hearing the response he accustomed them to relay.

He stood up from his desk and began pacing in front of it, well aware that the eyes of the front row girls were fixated on his butt.

"I have a question for all of you, and we're going to take a vote. This isn't meant to offend anyone; it's purely objective. Humanity on the whole...who's the freak of nature—magical humans, or muggle humans?"

The class remained silent as they contemplated the question, trying to keep from looking confused. Inuyasha had to bite his cheek to keep from grinning too much.

"Alright, who thinks the answer is muggle?" The majority of the class raised their hands, many of them known purebloods. "...Alright, and magical?" The rest of the class raised their hands—the ones who were muggleborn or muggle-raised.

Inuyasha released the grin he held back. This would be interesting.

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"Hey, Professor Snape! Did you know that humans were not meant to have magic? Wizards have an energenical imbalance..." Kennedy Whickman's voice faded from Harry's hearing as he strode outside with purpose. He put on an extra burst of speed as he spotted his target.

"Wait up, Professor."

Inuyasha's back literally froze up as he heard the tone in his charge's voice. He turned around, unhurriedly, to face Harry.

"Can I help you, young man?" Inuyasha asked pleasantly.

"Cut the crap," Harry snapped. "Why, in the nine gates of Hell, did you deem it unnecessary to inform me that you would be teaching here?"

Inuyasha paused for a moment.

"To tell you the truth is was a spur of the moment deal. The PTB were totally against it, so I told them to fuck off, and then you were dragged into Hell. And that's when I went in for the job interview," he concluded. "After I had the other guy obliviated, of course."

"Wh-what??" Harry sputtered, "You obliviated a man just to get in the school?"

"Uh-huh."

"Inuyasha! That's illegal and immoral! Wait...how'd you get him oblivated in the first place?"

"Chill pup. I have connections. And the guy was severely depressed anyway. His wife was having an affair, his kids hated him, he was being charged for child molestation; trust me, I did the guy a favor."

Harry opened his mouth to further protest when his cell phone rang. Why he had his cell phone on him in the first place, he may never know.

"Inuyasha," he said slowly, "...why is my cell phone working within the wards?"

Inuyasha looked towards the sky.

"I have no idea."

Harry shook his head, giving up on the man altogether, and answered his phone on the fourth ring.

"Hello."

"Ah! He lives! Good thing too...I've been in dire need of my sex buddy."

It was Shiva.

"Ditto," Harry responded, still keeping his narrowed eyes on Inuyasha.

"Word on the street is you've been to Hell and back."

"Literally. But I've been out of the loop as to what's going on in this realm. Apparently Inuyasha's run rampant in my absence."

Shiva laughed.

"I can't help you out there—I've been stuck in the Digiworld."

"Oh yeah? How are things there?"

"We won the war, for now anyway—"

"—Well that's great—"

"—And Tai has a kid."

"Cool."

"..."

"Wait...what?"

"The idiot got Moira pregnant—you know, the chick we've been trying to kill. Now we've been taking care of Chelsea, who is Tai's daughter."

Harry pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it, not knowing whether to believe her or not.

"It's true," Inuyasha said. Harry jumped, having forgotten he was there.

"It's true?" Harry echoed, "It's true and you didn't tell me?"

"I forgot."

Harry gave him a disbelieving look, "You've been forgetting a lot lately.

"I've been a bit distracted by other certain events happening here," Inuyasha said with meaning.

Harry knew where he was going with this.

"Hey, don't turn this around on me! Why didn't you take your fucking riddlin?"

Inuyasha pressed his lips together, fighting down a smirk, and walloped Harry on the side of the head before the boy could even think to duck.

"Don't give me attitude, whelp. Now talk to Shiva. I've got a vampiress to seduce with my manly, manly charm."

Harry rolled his eyes as he watched Inuyasha waltz back up to the castle, rubbing his smarting ear.

"That man is psychotic," Harry spoke into the phone.

"I know," Shiva agreed. "But he's the only one who can make insanity look so damn sexy!"

"Inuyasha does always say that his insanity is just misunderstood creativity. Personally, I think he's in denial."

"Me too."

"So, tell me about Tai's kid. Chelsea was her name, did you say?"

"Yeah, and she's adorable—though it's taking the four of us just to figure out how to raise her. She already has her little tiny fangs popping in and the most softest black feathered wings."

"What the hell is she, anyway?"

"Well, I think she's about a quarter human, quarter goddess, quarter concubine, and quarter ice spirit."

Harry whistled, "That's fucked up."

And he thought his DNA was bad.

A sudden idea popped into Harry's head. Growing excited, he couldn't keep the anticipation from his voice as he said, "Shiva—I need you to do me a huge favor. Do you think you can meet me in Hogsmeade in two weeks?"

"Hmmm, I suppose. What do I get in return?"

Harry heard the bell ringing, signaling his next class was about to begin.

"Sex," he replied. She never turned down sex.

"Sounds good."

"All right, class time, I gotta go. See ya."

"Later."

Harry snapped his phone shut and sprinted back into the castle to begin his first DADA class with Professor Verchik, using a bit of demonic speed to get him there on time.

He entered the classroom just in time and took the only available seat next to Justin Flinch-Fletchley.

"Hello Harry," Justin greeted in his usual over friendly and pompous manner, "Have a nice summer?"

It was an odd question to ask considering the entire school was under the impression that he nearly died in Hell. Which he did, but no one aside Inuyasha knew the true story.

Still, Harry appreciated that Justin kept the question as low key as possible.

"It was alright. Yours?"

"Splendid, splendid. I was wondering...are we continuing with the DA?"

Harry was caught off guard with the question. He hadn't put any thought into it after Sirius died.

"I really hadn't thought about it," he said truthfully, "Do you think we'll need it? I've heard this professor is quite good."

"Oh yes, she's magnificent—really knows her stuff—but now that the war has really started wouldn't it be wise to get some extra training?"

Harry could see his point but before he could comment a sultry voice interrupted their conversation.

"Hello Mr. Potter," Harry looked up as Professor Verchik glided to his desk. His improved hearing could hear Justin's heartbeat increase as she approached. Sounded like someone had a crush.

"We were just studying the reign of demons and how demonic lineage has been diluted through the ages. How coincidental that you have just come back from the place from where they were driven."

Her coal black eyes seemed to bore into his mind and he hoped to God that she wasn't using some off form of undead legilimency on him. What did Inuyasha see in this girl? She was terrifying!

Verchik smiled politely at him, as if secretly enjoying his discomfort, and turned to address the class.

"Now I want you to get into your groups and make your decision on which wizarding line to search for any traces of demonic ancestry."

After she said this Justin got up and joined Hannah Abbot and Zacharias Smith at another table. The professor looked over at Harry who twiddling his thumbs on the desk, "Mr. Potter, we are currently working on a project in groups of three, studying certain old wizarding families, as you weren't present for the last month, you will have to join the only group of two."

Harry looked over his shoulder to where she pointed at his future work group. Meeting his shocked gaze with equal horror was Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson.

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Dun, dun, dun... the plot chickens....

If Inuyasha seems like a nut case: it's because he is. A lot has happened to him in five hundred years and not all of it was good. We'll delve into his psyche later.

Now should Harry and Draco become friends or stay enemies till the end? Or something in between? Ideas are always welcome!

And, I update about once a week because it's about all the time I have.

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