Demon Who Lived
Talon-This idea has been bugging me for a while. It will strictly be Harry's POV, yes inuyasha and them will be in it. Just not the beginning, so its starts off with Harry in potions class…
I do not own Inuyasha or Harry Potter.
NOTE: THIS IS SIMPLY A REVISION; A VERY BIG REVISION. You don't have to read this if you don't want to but I've finally taken a friend's advice and am switching this over to 3rd person so it will be different.
I'd also like to thank AbeoUmbra ( for betaing my revision. You're the best
Prologue
"Bloody hell! We are going to be late to potions Harry! Let's go!" Ron exclaimed, quickly jumping to his feet, pausing just long enough to grab his book bag. Harry let out a small groan, muttering "Not again…" under his breath as he too snatched up his book bag, and together they quickly ran into the castle, hoping against hope, to get there in time.
Three trick steps, one moving staircase, and a hidden passage later, Harry and Ron realized they were going to be very late indeed, even as they neared the dreaded potions classroom, they paused at the threshold. Harry, to gather his courage, and Ron to debate with himself if braving Snape's snide remarks and sneers would really be worth earning Hermione's fury.
"Are you sure we can't just cut class? I don't look forward to see Snape glaring at us." Ron offered, really not wanting to enter the potions room. Harry shook his head, and Ron gave a defeated sigh, and trudged behind Harry as he braved the snakes den.
"Snape would only be even angrier tomorrow." Harry added just as he started again for the door.
"I suppose you're right. Let's go in…" Ron said with a sigh, Ron thought, somewhat amused- somewhat horrified, that they'd be using up all their Gryffindor courage just to open the door leading into the Potion Master's classroom.
Harry braced himself for the low, tormenting voice of Snape, but it never came. Harry and Ron both sighed in relief; Snape wasn't in the classroom! Ron quickly moved to the empty seat next to Hermione, leaving Harry to the only other empty seat in the room. It was the seat beside Neville Longbottom; infamous for blowing up cauldrons, and quivering under Snape's glares and shouts. Harry sighed, resigned to his fate, and quickly looked up to the chalkboard- which of course had today's lesson on the board.
It seemed to Harry that the Potion Master appeared out of nowhere when he whispered;
"Late again, aren't we Potter? Make plans for your detention with me at seven o'clock tonight." Anger began to rise within Harry and he tried to retort, "But that's during- ! He was quickly cut off. "Twenty points from Gryffindor." Snape purred, black eyes glinting, his delight at Harry's anger obvious.
"But- !" Harry tried to say; but that's when the game is! Snape merely smirked at his outburst and said instead, "Thirty points, Potter."
Snape seemed to glide up to the front of the room, every step confident, planned, and graceful in its own way. "Today we are brewing Time-Potions. They are the solution that the sand in a Time Turner is mixed with. Don't get any silly ideas," Snape looked over the class, his dark gaze resting on an indignant Harry the longest. "The potion is very dangerous, and it's unstable, regardless, you will be brewing it today. The instructions are on the board, now get to work!" Snape left them, going to sit at his desk, supposedly to grade papers, but Harry suspected it was to watch him in particular for mistakes,
As the end of class neared, Harry noticed their potion was a light shade of green, the color the time potion was supposed to be at the end of class. He inwardly cheered; Snape couldn't single him out this time!
With only a couple minutes left until the end of class, Malfoy came up to Harry and Neville, and immediately started taunting them. Neither of the two noticed that Malfoy placed some orange-golden hairs into the potion, causing it to change to an azure blue. Malfoy quickly left, seeing his 'job' was done, to bottle his own potion and pack up his things.
Harry and Neville finally notice the drastic change when their cauldron suddenly began to shake and shutter. Harry quickly shoved Neville aside, and tried to duck- but it was too late. The azure-blue potion turned a deep crimson, before it exploded all over Harry.
Harry's world began to spin, black dots clouding his vision, not hearing Hermione's and Ron's cries of "Harry!".
He fell unconscious to the world, and literally faded from it.
Ron, furious and skin as red as his hair, stalked up Malfoy, as he had seen him up something in Harry and Neville's potion, but he had been too late to warn them.
"What did you do Malfoy?!" The red-head roared, and bringing the attention of the whole classroom upon them.
"W-what do you mean Weasel?" Malfoy stammered, as startled by the potions effects as everyone.
"I saw what you did! You planted something in their potion!" Ron shouted, pointing an accusing finger.
"Mr. Malfoy, is this true?" Professor Snape asked, intervening before the two could do damage to each other. Malfoy nodded, a slight flush to his cheeks, and his lips pressed into a thin line.
"Yes sir."
"What did you add in?" Snape pressed onward, but Draco refused to reply. Ron picked something up off of Draco's work area, "It looked like this." He said as he passed the orange-golden hairs to the Potions Master, who promptly paled.
"Mr. Malfoy, Headmaster's office, now!" He yelled, both impatient, and furious. For those hairs were both very rare, and unknown to most of the Wizarding World. They were hairs from a Fox Demon…
TBC...Once again I'd like to thank AbeoUmbra for helping me with the chapter. PM me or send a review please to tell me what you think of the revision. Should I have kept it the way it was? Is it better this way? Thanks, till next time D