Inuyasha Black

"Potter, if you kick me one more time I'll hit you with an impotence jinx that will last you a lifetime," Pansy threatened. Once again, the three of them spent their afternoon in the library, pouring themselves over dozens of books. So far they had covered about two hundred and fifty Blacks, two-thirds of the family, and found not one ounce of demon blood in anyone.

"I wasn't me, it was your boy toy," Harry said lazily without looking up from his notes.

"I am not, nor will I ever be, a 'boy toy'," Malfoy scowled. He then added in a quieted tone, "Especially not hers."

"Hey!" Pansy cried offended. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Madam Pince shushed them with a glare.

Harry finally looked up from his work, confused.

"I thought you two were going out?"

Malfoy scoffed, "Hardly."

"We tried it, not that it's any of your business, but soon found it to be fruitless," Pansy said conversationally. This was the first time Harry could ever recall her talking somewhat civilly to him. "Turns out his tastes aren't exactly with witches."

"Really? I always figured him to just be metrosexual," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Excuse me," Malfoy hissed, completely insulted. "I'm right here you know, and I like witches just fine. It was you I had the problem with."

"Me? I'll have you know..."

Harry drowned them out as he stared back at the page in front of him. It was the first book he picked out when they started the project, the one with the family tree in it. He had been crossing out the names he covered as he went up the line. He looked behind him to make sure madam Pince wasn't watching before pressing the tip of his quill to the paper and drawing a thin line over Ednus Black. He looked up to see who Ednus' parents were... Magnus Black, married to Susanna Wellington...he had a brother, Julian, who—

Harry stopped reading and stared at the paper, blinking his eyes hard. He removed his glasses, cleaned them on the corner of his shirt and put them back on.

This was wrong.

This wasn't even possible.

He stood up suddenly, causing his chair to topple over loudly. The noise started both Draco and Pansy, the latter shrieking loudly.

"Potter, what the hell are you doing?" Draco hissed. He noticed, from the corner of his eye, Madam Pince marching towards them, a murderous look on her face. Harry didn't bother to answer; he just turned and ran out of the library, abandoning the book and his work.

"I liked him better when he was predictable and a goody-goody," Draco stated insipidly. Pansy nodded in agreement.

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Elphias Doge sat in the kitchen of the Order's headquarters, sipping on a steaming cup of tea and reading the Daily Prophet. Voldemort had been unusually quiet as of late, not leaving any leads or hints of information for them to figure out his plans. Even Snape's position proved to be almost no help. While Voldemort's appearance in the Ministry had certainly rallied the support of the majority of the wizarding world, shedding light on the situation at hand, the ministry itself continued to try and keep any activity pertaining to the war under wraps. Their mindset may have been to maintain a peaceful atmosphere among the community, probably hoping to take care of Voldemort behind the scenes and not involve their entire world again, but in reality they simply enabled Voldemort to continue to gather his own support, unhindered.

Elphias' shoulders sagged and he took and other sip of his tea. The headquarters always required someone to be there to make sure it was not discovered by anyone who knew the Black family. Today was his turn, his office under the impression that he was out with a bad case of lung warts, and the boredom had already begun to take hold.

Elphias first thought the glimpse of dark, wispy smoke suddenly appearing in the center of the kitchen was a figment of his overactive imagination. But as it began to grow in size and density alarm kicked in. He stood quickly, dropping his tea and whipping out his wand. By the time he hit his dueling stance the smoke took on the shape of a human body, quickly clearing to show none other than Harry Potter.

"M-Mr. Potter!" Elphias exclaimed, nearly dropping his wand as well. He took a startled step backward and blinked his eyes continually, not believing what he just saw.

"Hey Doge," Harry said breathlessly before sprinting past him and out of the kitchen. It took Elphias a moment to realize he ran off.

"O-oh no. Um, Mr. Potter!" he called after him. Elphias could hear the thumps as the boy took the stairs two by two. "Gotta floo Albus," he muttered to himself, tripping over the hem of his robes in his haste to reach the fireplace.

Harry arrived on the second floor landing and hurtled down the hallway, skidding to a stop at the tapestry Sirius showed him the year before. He skimmed over the names quickly, his finger grazing up the canvas until it reached Magnus Black. He ran it across the gold line to the left, over to his brother, Julian Black, who should have been present according to the book's records. Instead, a large, burnt smudge took its place; Julian's name had been blasted off like Sirius'. Underneath Julian was Izayoi Black—who was married to an unknown—and under Izayoi was the name Inuyasha Black.

How many people could possibly be named Inuyasha?

Harry then did something no one in the Order had been able to do. Gripping both sides of the tapestry with his hands, he tore it from the wall, leaving the crumbing plaster in its absence. A swirl of smoke later and he was gone.

Barely five seconds after his departure from headquarters Dumbledore and Doge came running around the corner.

Doge scratched his head, staring at the empty hallway, "I could have sworn he was here sir..."

"I believe you Elphias," Dumbledore said, his eyes fixed on the bare wall where the tapestry once hung, "I believe you."

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"INUYASHA!" Harry yelled as he burst into his classroom. "You son of a bitch, get out here!"

Thankfully, for the young ears and malleable vocabulary of the school's youth, class was not in session.

"Actually, the dog part came from my father's side."

Harry whirled around and thrust the abused tapestry into his chest. Inuyasha pulled it away from him and looked at it. He released a heavy breath.

"Right..." but Inuyasha couldn't think of anything more to say to Harry. He had been hoping this would not come up.

"You were a Black? You were related to Sirius?"

Inuyasha cast his eyes back to the tapestry in his hands, "Remember how I said I had the magical gene?"

"Yeah?" Harry said, impatient for an answer. Inuyasha remained silent for a moment longer as he looked over the names on the family tree before him.

"My mother was a squib," he said fondly, tracing his fingers over the name Izayoi. Harry walked over next to him and looked at the tapestry as well.

"Who's he?" he asked, tapping was could be seen of Julian Black's name from its violent removal.

"My grandfather. From what I know, he went to Japan on business and met my grandmother, the daughter of a Japanese lord. When my mother was born, they decided to raise her in Japan because of a dangerous feud between my grandfather and his brother. Then she met my father, who was a demon lord."

"What happened to everyone?" Harry asked. He regretted it a second later, remembering how much he hated being asked to talk about why he was orphaned. Why should Inuyasha have to do the same?

"You don't have to answer that—"

"No it's alright. I don't even remember my father; he died when I was a baby. On my sixth birthday my grandfather, uh, Julian, threw a party for me at his castle. They would give me a glamour charm for these events so that I could mingle with the people. That was when Magnus stormed the castle, killing everyone there, including my mother."

"You were six?" Harry asked quietly. He knew better than to just stupidly say 'I'm sorry'. He knew the meaninglessness of it from experience.

"Feh. Yea."

"How did you escape?"

"My grandfather threw a portkey at me seconds before he was hit by a killing curse. It took me back to Japan. I didn't come back until sixty years later."

Maybe this was why Harry became attached to Inuyasha so quickly, because Inuyasha reminded him of Sirius with his constant laughing and mischievous ways. Now that Harry looked at him, he could see a bit of resemblance. Under the rugged exterior Inuyasha had the Black regal features: a strong jaw line, high cheekbones, and dark brow. His human form had black hair, like Sirius, and the same violet eyes as Bellatrix...though perhaps less insane. But only a little.

"Why didn't you say anything? About you being a Black, I mean," Harry asked dejectedly, plopping down on a desk. Inuyasha sat down on the desk next to him and shrugged.

"I guess I thought it didn't matter much. I knew about your godfather, so I didn't want to bring anything up. I'm sorry anyways."

Harry scratched his arm sheepishly, "Yeah well, I'm sorry for freaking out like that."

Inuyasha nodded in acceptance and the two sat in silence for a moment.

"Wanna get some ramen?"

"Do I!"

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"Where were you yesterday, Potter?" Malfoy demanded at the start of their next library meeting, "We only have two days left to finish this!"

"Chill out, it's in the bag now," Harry said, dropping his book bag next to his chair and pulling out his notes.

"What the hell did you just say?"

Harry rolled his eyes at the pureblood's ignorance of muggle sayings, "Never mind. I found a demon in the line."

"You did?" Pansy exclaimed excitedly.

"Shhhh!" Madam Pince hushed them.

"Yeah, shhh," Harry agreed before he proceeded to explain the relationship between Izayoi and the demon lord.

"I can't believe there was a squib in the Black family," Draco said in disbelief when he finished.

"So the line stops at this Inuyasha guy?" Pansy asked ignoring him, "Why does that name sound familiar?"

"Who cares," Harry said, not wanting to reveal Inuyasha's true age and lineage.

"Yeah, the loser was just a half-breed anyway," Draco laughed.

"Hey!" Harry said sharply. "Watch it."

"What do you care? You're disgusting love for half-giants is one thing, but don't tell me you've got a weakness for demons too."

Harry said nothing and took a calming breath, "Let's just get this project done alright?"

"Fine with me. Pansy, hand me my quill will you?" Draco asked, pulling out some books. The library had gone quiet once they stopped talking.

"Where is everyone? Are we the only ones in here?" Harry asked, briefly looking up and glancing around the bare room. There was something tickling the back of his mind, berating him for missing something.

"How the hell should I know where everyone is, Potter? Pansy! I asked you to get me my quill—hey...what's wrong?"

Harry looked at Pansy who sat directly across the table from him. She stared behind them with her mouth open in wordless horror as if she were about to scream. Slowly, the two boys turned around in their seats to see Madam Pince standing behind them, her body teetering dangerously. Her eyes were rolled up in the back of her head, revealing only the bottom whites of them, and a gaping hole stood in the center of her forehead. With a groan her body fell backwards and hit the floor with a thud, dead.

Pansy finally released the scream she tried to hold in.

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I know, I know—Bad me! Very, very bad me! I'm sorry! I do have an excuse...sort of... It was senior week. But the parties and prom and graduation are over and I am home free! So I have no more excuses. (Thanks I.S.F. for bitching my ass out—it really got me motivated.)

We finally got to know a little more about Inuyasha. Even though that was pretty much an entire summary of "Road to Remembrance". O well.

Oh, and sorry about killing off Madam Pince. It had to be done.

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