Disclaimer: Neither Inuyasha nor Harry Potter and all characters contained within said works belong to Sessha-chan. It tears me apart to admit it but it is the truth.

Chapter 5

Blood: It's in You to Give

Kagome was doing fine in all of her classes, excelled even. She had signed up for transfiguration, herbology, divination (she soon agreed with most of the other students that Treylawney was cracked in the head), Defense against the Dark Arts (which Inuyasha though pointlessly pathetic and Kagome found amusing to no end) and Muggle Studies. After the first couple of classes Inuyasha, who had been bored to tears, had agreed that he might as well take the time she was studying to train.

He had been doing that for several months now and Kagome had only just started insisting that since the weather was changing to fall, it being the middle of October now, that he dress warmer. She knew, of course that Inuyasha only did it to humor her and was taking off the coat and scarves once he was out of eyeshot.

The students had slowly gotten used to the silver-haired hanyou in their midst. Most of the time he was almost even pleasant to be around. The rest of the time it was wisest to avoid him at any and all costs. But that was only either when Kagome was feeling particularly ill or during the days of the new moon. Every other day, under the watchful eye of Kagome, Inuyasha was almost cheery.

Until someone pushed Kagome down some stairs when he was gone, that is.

Inuyasha had grown accustomed to the bracelet around his wrist changing colours with the moods of his mate. Pink for happiness, blue for sadness, green when she was tired. Most of the time it was white, the colour of calm serenity, with pink flecks dancing around the surface of the beads.

It had not flashed a dark, searing hot black until...

Kagome had been walking between classes. She had learned a lot about this school during her time there. Not just about magic, but about the divisions and politics between the students. She was a Gryffindor, so the students from Slytheren naturally held a certain amount of animosity towards her. She was foreign and from an undetermined lineage, so the 'pure blood' fanatics disliked her. She was married to someone only half human, so... well, the addition is not that complicated.

It happened in the bustle of the hallway, students pushing and hurrying to get to their classes on time. Kagome had just reached the top of a flight of stairs when she felt a ghostly pair of hands shove her backwards. She fell down the stone stairs, her heat filling with terror. Her arms protected her stomach as best she could, but...

Inuyasha raced towards his mate, the bracelet burning on his wrist, his heart filled with an intense fear he had never experienced before. He had been outside when the burning began. He knew instantly what it meant. As he raced into the castle and through the halls students were tossed out of his way and he left behind claw marked stone from when he had had to scrabble for purchase.

Inuyasha found her curled, prone and helpless, at the foot of a lengthy flight of stairs, students crowding around her. With a feral snarl he pushed them away, his eyes bleeding blood red and jagged stripes blooming on his cheeks despite tessaiga at his side. He tossed the closest bodily away from his injured mate before snatching her up into his arms and dragging her to the edge of the hall, snarling at anyone who dared get close. She was injured, he could tell. He could smell blood.

"Inu...yasha..." she gasped, tears in her eyes, "It hurts. The baby..."

Inuyasha's growling increased, frightening off more students. He raked his wrist against a fang, tearing the skin and allowing blood to flow. With an abnormally sharp claw, he did the same thing to her wrist. After pressing the two wounds together he fished inside Kagome's pocket for one of her prayer scrolls. He did not care if it could be considered sacrilegious, he needed something to bind their wrists together and he needed it now.

When they were securely bound, Inuyasha turned his glittering red gaze onto the watching, frightened crowd. It was not just students now, some professors had joined the disturbed audience. Inuyasha continued growling.

"Inuyasha!" it was Hermione, "Kagome? What happened?"

"Stay back!" snarled Inuyasha in a sharp warning. "Stay back!"

"Mr. Taisho," started professor Flitwick, stepping forward a little. Inuyasha snarled at him, scooting back even further. In his currant state of mind the only thing he could focus on was the need to keep Kagome safe. She was injured and he did not know who inflicted the injury. Until he found out who, everyone would be considered an enemy. The id completely overran his ego and instinct was the only thing he knew.

"Mr. Taisho," Flitwick tried again.

Inuyasha flexed his free hand, claws flashing dangerously. The diminutive professor wisely stepped back.

"I think we should leave him, Professor," Hermione said hesitantly, her eyes not leave the mated couple, "Kagome said that if anything happened to her then Inuyasha could loose himself to his youkai instincts. She said that there would be no reasoning with him but he would only attack if he perceived there was an open threat against either of them,"

"In that case," Dumbledore said from behind her, "Everyone back to classes immediately,"

Students slowly left the gruesome scene, moving under the pressure of the professor's combined will and efforts.

Kagome stirred. She turned her pain-filled gaze up to her husband's glittering red eyes, "Inuyasha," she murmured, "It'll be okay, I promise,"

It was as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water on the hanyou. His eyes snapped back to their normal gold, the stripes vanished from his cheeks and the constant growling ceased.

"Kagome," he whispered. And passed out.

Inuyasha woke in a bad mood. He did not recognize the room he was in. The smell of over-sterilization bothered his nose. And the sunlight was shining directly into his eyes. The only redeeming factor was Kagome tucked neatly into his arms, their wrists still bound by the bloodied prayer scroll. The sight of the prayer scroll darkened his bad mood exponentially.

"You're up,"

Inuyasha turned to glance at Hermione, Ron and Harry, all three of whom were seated on a cot in front of him.

"You can state the obvious," he frowned, pushing himself upright, careful of his bound wrist. With immense care he settled Kagome more comfortably beside him and started unwrapping the prayer scroll.

"What did you do?" Hermione asked. Inuyasha quirked an eyebrow at her.

"What? This?" he asked. She nodded. "It's called bloodhealing. A youkai, even a hanyou, heals faster than a human. If a youkai transfers blood into an injured human the human will heal faster and better than normal. Only I can perform it on Kagome since she's a miko and her body automatically rejects youkai blood,"

"But her body accepts you because you're half human," Hermione hypothesized.

Inuyasha nodded and dropped the soiled scroll on his lap in favor of his mate's wrist. There was not even a scar to show for the abuse it had gone through hours before. He moved on to check on the child growing in her womb. "She said some stuff about how my youkai dee en aay was fused with human dee en aay and that's why she doesn't purify it automatically. Hey, it worked," he paused, hand lightly touching the slightly distended belly. He could feel the life still strong, pulsing just as it should be. "So what are you guys doing here? I thought I would have scared everyone off after I lost control like that,"

"We were worried," Hermione said softly, "How's Kagome doing?"

"She's better. She'll live. The baby's okay too. I managed to get there in time," he nodded slowly, frowning.

"Why didn't you guys tell us she was pr-pre-preg..." Ron blushed. Hermione tutted disapprovingly.

"Pregnant, Ron? And why should they?"

"Because we're her friends!"

"So? It wasn't our business to know,"

"She was worried," Inuyasha said softly, catching their attention, "You guys, everyone here really, had reacted in such a negative way to the fact we were married that she was scared what you might think if you knew she was pregnant too,"

"How, uh, far along is she?" asked Harry.

"About five months,"

"So she's got four more to go," said Hermione sitting back on her stool. Inuyasha shook his head.

"Nope, she's got five more months. Hanyou pregnancies are different than pure human or pure youkai pregnancies,"

"How do you know?"

"I was listening when the doctor Sesshoumaru hired was talking to her," he shrugged.

"Who's Sesshoumaru?" asked Harry.

"My older brother,"

"What'll happen when Kagome's due?" Hermione asked.

"Well, Kagome's plan, and I haven't agreed to all of it but she'll end up getting her own way no matter what I say, is that Sesshoumaru will bring her mother, grandpa and her brother, Souta, here a week or so before she's due. I don't like this because she wants Sesshoumaru to stay too,"

"I take it that you two don't like each other?" asked Harry. Inuyasha grinned, pained.

"Well, that's putting it just a little mildly," he said, "But she also wants Sesshoumaru to bring the doctor he hired because the doctor is youkai and has a background in hanyou deliveries,"

"Why does Kagome want Sesshoumaru here if you don't like him so much?"

"So that if I get out of hand there will be someone around who can handle me," the hanyou admitted sourly, "You saw how I was today. If anything had kept me from Kagome bad things would have happened. So she wants Sesshoumaru here to make sure that those bad things don't happen,"

"I guess that makes sense," Harry nodded.

Inuyasha looked over to where tessaiga was resting near the bed, "It's a good thing I was wearing tessaiga," he murmured to himself.

"Oh?" Hermione cocked her head to one side, "Why is that?"

"Tessaiga is the seal on my youkai blood. Without it, whenever I'm fighting, my control on my sanity is limited. Though it's strange that it allowed me to transform even that much. Guess it thought that protecting Kagome was a good enough reason. And it did keep my mind clear enough that I could perform a bloodhealing ritual,"

"So the tessaiga allowed you to transform?" Hermione asked, trying to understand. Inuyasha nodded.

"Tessaiga was created as a sword that protects," he went on, "I guess it understood that the only way it could help me help Kagome was to let my youkai blood loose,"

"That is a good thing to hear, Mr. Taisho," said Dumbledore as he came into the room. "Good afternoon Poppy, children," he nodded to everyone and smiled little.

"Professor,"

"What're you doing here, old man?" Inuyasha asked. Dumbledore chuckled.

"Worried about you and Kagome, that is all," he assured, "And hoping that you will allow me to deal with whoever did this," Inuyasha growled and glared.

"Not likely,"

"We'll see about that," Kagome muttered.

"Ah! Kagome, you are awake," Dumbledore moved closer.

"Inuyasha, you will not be maiming, dismembering, disemboweling, torturing or in any other ways 'dealing with' whoever did this. Your way of dealing with people like that usually ends up with me performing a funeral ceremony," Kagome still had not bothered to open her eyes or to even move.

"Kagome," Inuyasha said, his voice harsh with pent up emotion, "they almost killed you and the baby," he tightened his grip on her, clinging desperately to his budding family.

"Let me take care of whoever did it. I assure you that my way is a lot less bloody," Kagome grinned and cracked an eye open. "Good old-fashioned psychological torture," she laughed, "I did manage to learn something useful from my escapades, after all. Naraku was a good teacher, even if I hate his guts and wish him reincarnated as an earthworm,"

"Mrs. Taisho, while I understand your wish for vengeance I must insist that you turn the matter over to me," Dumbledore said seriously.

"I can get my vengeance even after you have dealt with them, Professor," Kagome reasoned, "or I can be the only one doing the punishing,"

"Mrs. Taisho..." he said warningly.

Kagome glared. "If I could have it my way, or if we were back where I married Inuyasha, whoever did this would be pinned to a tree by yours truly for a century by a sacred arrow through their heart. They nearly killed my baby,"

"Kagome..." Inuyasha caught her attention, "Tell me you haven't learned that spell from Kikyou,"

Kagome shrugged. "It was one of the first she taught me. Funny isn't it?"

"Not really. She has a cruel sense of humor," he muttered.

"But she's an excellent miko," she reasoned with a smile. The smiled dropped as she turned back to the Headmaster, "Don't worry Professor," Kagome relented under the weight of Dumbledore's frown, "We'll turn them over to you first, and we won't do anything harmful to them afterwards. We promise,"

"You promise," Inuyasha disagreed. Kagome glared.

"We promise. Or you get the couch Inuyasha," she snapped the threat in Japanese so that she would not embarrass him too much. Inuyasha nodded grudgingly.

"Feh. Whatever," he looked away, crossing his arms and pouting somewhat like a child.

"Thank you, Inuyasha," she kissed him softly on the cheek, making him blush.

"I have arranged with your professors to give you a few days out of classes," Dumbledore said, "after such an ordeal it is understandable to need some time to recover,"

"Thank you Professor," Kagome smiled. Inuyasha nodded, his silent way of saying thank you.

"I still say we hang 'em by their toenails," he grumbled. Kagome nudged him in the side with her elbow again.

"I'm still up for the psychological torture,"

"Yeah, but that takes too long,"

"But it lasts ever so much longer and the scars can't be seen by anyone other than the tortured. And just think of it, Inuyasha, she could forever be scared to death of, oh, little things like window curtains or tablecloths…"

Inuyasha paused, his attention caught. "You can do that?"

"You bet your booties I can. Just give me some dental floss, a barbless fishhook, a mirror or two and presto!" she clapped her hands together and grinned. Of course, everyone but Inuyasha was eyeing her suspiciously.

Inuyasha sighed. "Fine, we'll do it your way. Pft, subtle,"

Kagome turned back to Dumbledore, "Professor, we have agreed to allow you to deal out a suitable punishment to the guilty party," she informed him. He nodded and swept out of the hospital wing.

"And if your punishment isn't deemed suitable by both myself and Inuyasha," she continued quietly after he had left, "we will take matters into our own hands and make sure the guilty party will never look at decorative fabrics the same way again,"

"What?" Ron asked, confused.

"Decorative fabrics?"

"Kagome, what are you planning?"

Kagome giggled but did not answer.

AN: AH! I can't believe I did that to Kagome and the kid! What kind of fiend am I to do that to someone! Sessha-chan is wallowing in self-loathing. But I have to admit that I love the chapter title. I think it's the motto-thingy for the Canadian blood… thingy. Sorry, I can't remember right now and I don't have anything that could tell me. Not that it really matters, right? But, gees, is Kagome ever scary. Psychological torture? Mean stuff!