I'm soooooo sorry. I finished this days ago, but never got a chance to post it. This is much longer than the other chapters, but that's because this chapter had a purpose. One that I think you'll figure out by the end.

Sorry, but I spell Inuyasha's sword tessaiga, just for the benifit of the people who don't get to read the manga.(Like me.) Sesshomaru's sword, I just call Sesshomaru's sword.

Thak you to: L1Ldumie TK, SlummyRedDragon, cherry blossom318, SoraKaza, AmnarJoey, Nicky89T, Inu-yokia-princess, sakura sama, inukag4evr, littlesapphiregirl For thier cherrful reviews. You people are what keeps me going.

To L1Ldumie TK and SoraKaza: Inuyasha doesn't get to be a teacher persay, he gets to do a after-classes fighting lessons thing. And all the teachers are his assistants. But for now he is still unconcious.

To Nicky89T: I'm still working on the pairings, but I think I will have Ron and Draco be fighting over Hermione, for no other reason than I think it would be funny. And kinda cute. The rest of it is still up in the air. I would take suggestions from people for other pairs.

To Inu-yokai-princess: Shhh. You got private phone screening, so you know it's longer. And you almost got me to tell you that someone's gonna stea- No! I won't tell you! You'll have to wait like everyone else!

To sakura sama: Yes I got Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I loved it, exept the ending. But I'm not gonnatell any secrets, so if anyone hasn't gotten it yet, please do. It's worth it.

So that's about it. Here you go, before you all kill me asking for more.

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Sesshomaru sat at his desk, waiting for the unfortunate victims in his first class to arrive. The old coot had told him something about this being a mixed Gryffindor and Slytherin class. Good, he thought, I can see if these 'Slytherins' are any good. At least, as much good as any mortals can be.

The students began filing in, either wearing a red/gold pin or a silver/green pin. Dumbledore had all the students wear their house colors, to make it easy for the new teachers. Sesshomaru was suddenly struck by a brilliant idea. At least, in his opinion.

"You, boy! What is your name?" He barked at one of the students with a silver/green pin.

"Draco Malfoy, sir. Is there something I can do for you?" Draco asked, eager to get on the good side of his new head of house.

"Yes. Go to the... Infirmary. Fetch the sword that Inuyasha," he nearly spat out the name, "was carrying. And do it fast!"

"Yes, sir!" Draco had to resist the urge to salute before leaving. Sesshomaru must be powerful, Draco mused, to have such an effect. I wonder if he would teach me about it.

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"I wonder where Malfoy was headed so fast. Up to no good, undoubtedly." Ron speculated, as he, Harry, and Hermione were walking down the hall towards the classroom.

"Well, there's no time to speculate. And don't even dare think about following him. I am not going to be late to my first class. And neither are either of you." Hermione insisted, as she practically dragged Ron and Harry down the corridor.

"Alright, alright already. We're not going anywhere. Can you let us go now?" Harry asked, trying to sooth Hermione. They had reached the classroom by now, and Hermione released the two, taking a seat as far away from them as she could manage. Ron and Harry took a seat near the front, but off to the side.

Draco returned, carrying a seemingly flimsy, ancient sword. He attempted to hand it to Sesshomaru, who slapped him hard across the face and told him to hold on to it. Draco stumbled back a few steps in shock, but remained standing. The whole room was silent. Everyone had heard the loud cracking noise, and not even the Gryffindors could manage to taunt Draco, after that.

Sesshomaru took advantage of the silence to begin teaching. "This is the tessaiga. It is a weapon of immense power. In the hands of a master, it is deadly. Even in the hands of an inept fool, it would be a formidable weapon." He flicked a wrist and sent a small blast of energy at one of the goons behind Draco. There was a brilliant flash of light, and the blast was deflected towards a wall. When everyone could see again, a startling sight met their eyes. Draco now held a large and lethal looking blade, with the tip pointing at Sesshomaru's chest. A flicker of surprise darted across Sesshomaru's face, but was quickly gone. Dang, Sesshomaru thought, I had him pegged as one of those self-serving people, motivated by greed and his own best interests. It would have been a perfect example to put against what happened with one of these goodie-goodie Gryffindors holding the sword. He was not worried that Draco was pointing the sword at him. He knew that the mortal was just about to drop from the exhaustion of using, and even transforming the tessaiga.

"Set that down on my desk immediately, and be seated." Sesshomaru ordered. He watched carefully as Draco did just that. He flopped into the first available seat, too exhausted to notice who was seated beside him. Hermione let out an audible gasp when he sat beside her.

"Now that that's over, I will show you the second sword in the trio that the tessaiga is one-third of. My sword." At that he drew his weapon and brandished it before the class. His eyes narrowed. "I will need an assistant for this next demonstration. Will somebody come voluntarily, before I choose one of you at random?" he asked, almost as if daring his students to defy him.

Hermione raised her hand, and waved it franticly in the air. Anything, she thought, anything to get me away from Malfoy, who was still slumped in the seat next to her. She was the only one volunteering, and everyone stared at her like she was crazy.

"Very well. Come here." Sesshomaru called, beckoning her. "What is your name?"

"Hermione, sir. What do you need me to do?" She suppressed a shudder. Now that she was up front, and less than a foot away from Sesshomaru, she was beginning to think that it would have been better to stay with Malfoy.

"Just stand right there, thank you." Sesshomaru's face twisted into a smirk. Quicker than a lightning bolt, he was in front of her, thrusting out his sword, then pulling it back. She put up her hands, and was shocked to find blood on the front of her robes. She crumpled to the floor. Ron and Harry jumped up and rushed to her, being the only ones in the class not too shocked to move. Ron ran over to Hermione and felt her pulse. He double checked, but came up with the same thing.

"She's dead." he whispered. Harry knew his magic would be no match for his new teacher, so he scanned the room for a weapon, his eyes finally falling on the untransformed tessaiga. He grabbed it and rounded on Sesshomaru.

"Murderer! Murderer! You evil-" at a loss for words, Harry finally gave a bellow of rage, and charged at Sesshomaru. As he ran, the tessaiga transformed again, but he did not notice with all his attention focused on Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru again felt minor annoyance, as he parried Harry's blows and managed to get behind him to knock him out. These infernal students insisted on getting in his way. If they had just waited, things would have gone much better. Of course, Sesshomaru did not regret having to fight the students, a chance to show them who's boss. He just would have preferred them not mettle in his affairs. As he reached Hermione's fallen form, he easily batted Ron out of the way, and into the nearest wall. He again raised his sword, this time slashing down on the little goblin figures that appeared over Hermione's body. She began to stir.

"Hermione!" Harry rasped, as he woke, rubbing his head. He rushed over to her. "How are you? Are you alright?" The worry in his voice was audible. Hermione nodded and sat up. She wondered if what she thought happened had really happened. She decided that it must have, because the front of her robes was still covered in blood, even if the wound was gone.

Sesshomaru spoke again. "Now, for homework I want two twenty-four inch essays, one on how and why the tessaiga works, and one on how and why my sword works. The third sword we will discuss next class. Hermione is exempt from the second essay, simply because she was dead at the time. Class dismissed."

Everyone rushed out of the classroom, Ron and Harry supporting Hermione, Crabbe and Goyle practically dragging Draco.

As Sesshomaru was cleaning the mortal girl's blood off his blade, received an owl from the headmaster, ordering him to refrain from killing any more of the students, even temporarily. Sesshomaru wondered that Dumbledore had learned of the event so fast, he was sure that all the students were too petrified after the class to go tell someone. But Sesshomaru had no intentions of doing any more 'demonstrations' anyway. He had the information he wanted. Both the tessaiga's and his weapon's powers worked fully in this new world. That information might come in useful later, he thought.

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Out in the hallway, Hermione finally spoke. "He... he killed me. A teacher killed me! And I'm alive now. How? Why?" She was distraught, almost flailing.

"Do you still think that he's 'not such a bad person once you get to know him'?" Ron asked.Harry ignored him.

"Maybe he just wounded you, not killed. Maybe you just woke up then by chance." Harry offered.

"No." Hermione refused that explanation. It was just too much coincidence, too much chance. She knew what happened; she knew that she had been dead.

"I checked. I double checked. I triple checked. No offence, but you were... dead as a doornail, and then some." Ron told them.

"No chance of a mistake? You're absolutely positive? She was... dead?" Harry ended in a bare whisper.

"Undoubtedly." Ron and Hermione answered in unison.

"Come on, we need to get you to the Infirmary." Harry told Hermione.

"You don't look so hot yourself. You need to go too." Ron said, the only one relatively unharmed.

"As long as we get to our next class on time." Hermione insisted.

"She's just been killed, and she's worried about getting to her next class on time. Some things never change." Ron muttered.

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After their visit to the infirmary, in which Madame Pomfrey had bandaged Harry's head, and declared Hermione perfectly fit, the trio of Gryffindors headed to their next class, Charms. In fact, Madame Pomfrey had said that Hermione was in the best shape of any student that had come to visit her in the Infirmary, which was currently full of students with sprained ankles and thrown out backs.

"Look on the bright side, at least your day can only get better from here on out. Nothing could be as bad as that class." Ron said, trying to cheer Hermione up. She had been sulking ever since they left the infirmary.

"Come on, maybe this next class will be fun. Who was the teacher again?" Harry asked.

"I think it was that Miroku guy. He at least looked cheerful at the feast. I wonder what he knows about charms?"

They entered the classroom, and took seats near the front of the classroom, as close to each other as they could find. The double seats had been replaced by two long benches, facing inward and forming a large V shape. Miroku sat at his desk, on the open end of the V. Once everyone arrived, he stood.

"Seating in this class will be in a boy-girl alternating pattern. Please move, if you are not in the proper space.

The students shuffled themselves, and finally settled down again. Ron was beside Hermione, Harry beside Luna Lovegood. How'd I end up here, he wondered. Oh well, no changing it now.

"Today we will be practicing non-magical charms. This will come in handy if you are lost, and have too much dignity to beg for food and shelter. Or if you just like picking up hot ch- Never mind. I need a beautiful assistant to help me demonstrate proper technique." Miroku walked up and down the aisles, looking at all the girls. Hermione was hiding her face, hoping he wouldn't pick her. Miroku stopped in front of her. "Do we have a sweet beauty hiding her face here? Come on, look up." Hermione never thought that she would wish for her polyjuice potion distorted face again. She reluctantly looked up and he caught her eye.

"We have a winner, I believe." Miroku said, as he pulled her gently out of her seat. "Hiding such a beautiful face should be a crime. What an object of beauty, you truly are. Your eyes sparkle, like all the stars in the sky, and yet with something more. Your silky hair reminds me of ripples on a still pond, after a pebble is thrown in." He drew her closer. She turned a brilliant shade of red. "And it smells like fresh fruits, ripe on a tree's laden branches." She started to stammer something, but Miroku gently pressed a finger to her lips and softly shhhh-ed her. He held her tighter, and started leaning in. "Will you bear my-" Suddenly his face turned a bright scarlet color, and he let her go. She rushed back to her seat.

"Um... uh... practice that with your partners. Guys with the girl on their left. Homework will be to practice in front of a mirror for at least an hour every night. And... uh... come up with some compliments to give to your classmates of the opposite sex." Miroku turned around and seated himself at his desk, still flustered.

Ron was almost as red as Hermione, only for a very different reason. He checked to see that Hermione was alright, then pulled out his essay for Sesshomaru, figuring that Hermione had enough of Charms class for today. Harry was trying to work with Luna, who would give nice compliments, then carry them just a little too far. Either that or she would compliment something strange, like his ear, his eyebrow, or his tongue. He could not think of anything at all to say, besides 'nice glasses'. They weren't the only pair having trouble. Everyone was relieved when class time was over, even Miroku.

He pondered over what had caused him to draw back from Hermione. And things were going so well too, he thought. I never even got a chance to ask her if she wanted private lessons. What had caused him to stop so abruptly was the unbidden image of Sango flashing through his mind. He did not know why it happened, or why it had such an effect on him when it did. He set about preparing a different course of study for his next class.

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Outside the class, Harry finally broke down and asked Hermione what she thought of Miroku, with no trace of sarcasm in his voice or his intent. Ron glared daggers at him.

"He... he was... um... uh... groping... um..." Hermione managed to stammer before giving up.

"He what!" Harry and Ron said in unison, as they both turned to her.

"He... um... groped... uh... um... my behind... um..." she stammered. Ron put a protective arm around her shoulder.

"If he ever tries anything like that again, tell me and I will personally bash his face in for you." Ron told her. Harry decided not to butt in on the romantic moment, and just guide them to their next class. At least nothing worse can happen in transfiguration, he thought. That perky little kid wouldn't seem to even be able to do any such things as their first two teachers had.

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Shippo was waiting in his office, wondering why his method of teaching wasn't working. He decided to try his method for one more class, before opening one of those huge, dusty books on teaching they gave him. He kind of resented that they gave him books on how to teach, when he knew that none of the others had gotten them. But just a little. Shippo couldn't sit still any longer, so he bounced out into the classroom. The students were already there, and staring at the materials on their desks.

Shippo began chipperly, "I'm sure you're aware that this is Transfiguration. I teach in a rather unorto... unortha... different way. You will be learning kitsune magic. As you know, I am a kitsune. I will-" He was interrupted by a student.

"How could you teach us anything? You're not even what? Five?" they called.

"More like fifty, but that's beside the point. Please put on the ear and tail sets that are on the desk in front of you, so we can get started." The students gawked at him and falteringly began to put on the ears and tails, making sure that everyone else was doing it before they did.

"Can anyone tell me why we- I mean you, need to do this?" Shippo asked. Hermione raised her hand when no one else did.

"Yes?"

"It helps us get into the proper mindset and magical focus to do kitsune magic."

"Exactly right!" Shippo exclaimed, before he flipped a cartwheel and bounced around the room. When he ended, he grabbed a leaf, did a backflip, and turned into a large bird. "This is your goal, to turn into a bird. This is not like normal animugi... animunis... ani..."

"Animungus?" Hermione offered.

"Yes, that. This is not like that because it only lasts a short time, is much easier, and you can choose all sorts animals to change into. But we are going to focus on birds today. Please pick up the leaf from the desk in front of you. Hold it, and focus on the bird shape..." This next part was where it always fell apart. "And do a backflip." he ended.

"A backflip!" Students marveled. They shouted and chatted. While they settled down, Shippo turned back to himself.

"Yes, a backflip. Like this." He again showed the students how to do it. "Now it's your turn." Shippo hoped that nobody threw out their back in this class.

Students started jumping, flopping, and generally doing anything but backflips. At least they're trying, Shippo thought. His first class had been very resistant. It was nearly the end of class before he even got them to try it. His second class was much more cooperative, but just ended up with a lot of injuries. And most of this class is even smart enough to not try their flips near desks, chairs, or benches, he noticed.

Ron was hopping like a jumping bean, not wanting to risk injury with a backflip. Harry was trying in an open space of floor that Hermione had spelled to break falls, without breaking bones. It still hurt a bit, though. Hermione finally managed a backflip, using a little levitation magic. There was a loud 'poof!' and a lot of smoke around her. When it cleared, Hermione was still Hermione. She had a look of disappointment as she moved over to her desk to check her books, to see if anything had gone wrong. Ron still hadn't gotten anything to work, so he grabbed Hermione's notes. She felt annoyed that he didn't ask her first, so she hit him lightly with her tail.

Wait a minute. Her tail?

Her tail!

"Um... Hermione? I don't think that fake attachment tails do that. Hermione?"

All Hermione could say was 'eep' and attempt to tug at her ears, then yank at her tail. That only hurt her, really bad.

"It must have worked, then." Harry said.

"What? What worked?" Ron and Hermione asked.

"When you did the backflip. It just didn't do what it was supposed to do." Hermione sat down, hard, on the floor. She yelped and jumped back up, rubbing her tail

"What's the trouble here?" Shippo asked, bouncing over to where the trio was causing a stir among the students. Harry and Ron pointed, dumbstruck, at Hermione.

"What's wrong with her? She seems fine to me." At that, Ron and Harry pulled off their ears, and Hermione again attempted to remove hers. She still couldn't.

"Oh..." he looked at her funny, tugged her ears, then sniffed her. "She's a kitsune." he finally said.

"She's not. She can't be." Ron said.

"She can, and she is. She must have done something when she tried kitsune magic. Um... does anyone know what we should do now?" Shippo asked, worried, as he rushed around the room.

At that moment, Dumbledore strode through the door. He went up to inspect Hermione, and scanned her with his wand.

"She is, undoubtedly, kitsune. She cannot be turned back by any magic. I believe that she will return to normal when our new teachers return to their own dimension, in thirteen days." He turned to address Hermione directly. "I'm sorry, my dear. You shall have to endure this for a while. I hope that you will be ok, I hear that you have had a rough day." He turned back to the rest of them. "I will go back to my office, and attempt to find out more about what happened here. Meanwhile, I shall vehemently hope that there are no more 'events' today. Good day." With that, he left. By them, classtime was over, and everyone left. Shippo allowed whatever students that wanted to, to keep their ears and tail set. He could just ask Hagrid to conjure him up some more, after lunch.

All the students scurried off to lunch, but Harry, Ron and Hermione lagged behind.

"At least things can't get any wo-" Ron started. Hermione hit him with her tail again.

"Don't you even dare say it." She growled, glowering at him.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Ron asked Hermione for the millionth time.

"Yes! I am just fine. Aside from the urge to steal some thing shiny, that is." Hermione's eyes went wide as she said it, and she blanched. Them she shook her head and muttered something.

"What was that last bit?" Harry asked, when his curiosity got the better of him.

Hermione repeated it, still softly, but now audibly.

"I should have just skipped class today, all of it. I should have just stayed in bed."

Ron and Harry just stared at each other, then her.

They were absolutely dumbstruck.

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Um, I had the idea, and it's probably stupid, but... I thought it would be neat if reviewers put where they lived too. Just like theircountry town or state, nothing more specific, like a full address. I'm from a little town called Greenwich in New York. I just wondered if there are people in far away places reading this. Just curious, so if you think it sounds stupid or are uncomftrobale putting down whwere you live online, please feel free to ignore my suggestion, or yell at me about it.

Thank you for listening, I now have to go have another fight with the VCR timer, about why it won't tape Inuyasha, when I know it is on, but it will tape Case Closed.

Bye-Bye!

-Kit