Chapter 3!All right, I finally got around to updating. So sorry. I had a bunch going on with school and color guard and whatnot. Please forgive me. Anyway, on with my hp/inu story.

Also, sorry if I confused people with the whole Malfoy thing. According to this story, he never had anything to do with Dumbledore's death. It's all Snape's fault.

Chapter 3:

Sleep never came for Harry that night.

He felt guilty. No, saying he felt guilty is like calling a tornado a gentle breeze. He felt dirty. He had never stolen anything from another student before. Well, at least not an innocent first year.

Disgusted with himself, he went to take a shower, and on the way to the bathroom, he noticed Hedwig outside of his window with a bit of parchment around her leg. He quickly opened the window, let her in, and read the note.

Potter,

I would appreciate it if you please came by my office during your free period today. There is something I need to discuss with you. You know my animagus form.

Minerva McGonagall

Harry sighed and put the note in his pocket. He had to meet McGonagall on the first day of classes. Perfect.

A thought suddenly occurred to him. He grabbed the necklace from the night before, being careful to not let it touch his skin, and placed it in an envelope. He then wrote a quick note, explaining to Professor Sprout how he had "found" the necklace and then heard that a Hufflepuff first year named Kramer had lost a similar one. In other words, he lied to cover his own ass. He then "forgot" to sign the note, and told Hedwig to take it to Sprout.

Feeling better about himself, he decided to continue on with the shower idea. Dawn was creeping in and he knew he would not fall back asleep. Letting the hot water fall on him made him relaxed and a little clumsy. He dropped is wash cloth.

It was bad enough that he barely see it with his glasses, but without them it was all but invisible on the tile. He couldn't help but wish he could see.

And then, slowly, and incredibly, everything became clear. Amazed, Harry found the rag, finished washing. He then checked himself in the mirror to make sure that everything was all right. When he examined his eyes, he found himself doing a double take. The first time he passed over them, he could have sworn there was something wrong, but then he went back to look, and there was nothing there. The only thing that had changed was that he didn't need his glasses anymore.

Silently he got dressed, and then waited in the common room for Ron, Hermione and Ginny to emerge from their dorms.

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Breakfast was unusual for the first day back. First of all, there was a new person at the Head Table, seated next to McGonagall. He seemed about in his early thirties except for his hair. It was very long and extremely white. He was dressed in red wizard robes and sported a hat of the same color. But that wasn't the first thing he noticed. The stranger and McGonagall both glanced sharply his way when he entered the Great Hall for breakfast. Now he was used to people staring at him all the time, but McGonagall usually didn't.

McGonagall stood up with a stack of papers, and then started handing out schedules. When Harry received his he got some surprises. McGonagall, in addition to being Headmistress, was still teaching Transfiguration. Slughorn shockingly was still the potions master. The best surprise though, was the return of Harry's favourite DADA teacher, Lupin.

He quickly glanced at the Head Table for him, but heard McGonagall instead.

"He won't be here until next week Potter," she said, "He is busy right now. Defense Against the Dark Arts classes will not start until Monday. By the way, Remus is now Head of Gryffindor House."

Then, having delivered all the Gryffindor schedules, she moved on.

"Hey Harry!" Ron whispered. "Who do you think that guy up there is?"

"I've got no clue," Harry replied, "But for some reason, I'm thinking we'll see a lot of him."

Harry looked at his schedule and groaned. He had all the same classes as last year, meaning Double Transfiguration, with the Slytherins first period.

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All of his classes were the same. All the teachers started the year by lecturing about NEWT exams and how important they were. After all that, Harry was actually looking forward to his meeting with McGonagall. Maybe it would prove to be a relief from all the pressure.

He paused beside the gargoyle and fished the note out of his pocket. He was positive the password or a clue was in here. Her animagus form? It was a cat.

"Cat" he said refusing to believe it was that simple.

He was not disappointed.

"Tabby?" Nothing

"Striped?" Still Nothing.

"Tabby Cat?" he said desperately. The gargoyle consented and let him pass.

He walked up the stairs and heard two voices talking through the heavy doors. Not wishing to interrupt, he waited.

"…no choice. He needs someone who can help him get through this. That is why you are here Inuyasha." That was McGonagall.

"I don't see why I have to be here. There are plenty of other hanyous in England that would be more than ready to be useful." This voice belonged to a man. It was loud and kinda gruff sounding. This must be the guy from breakfast.

"But…"

"No buts. I helped this place several times. Once over thirty years ago, Dumbledore summoned me from my small and comfortable home in Tokyo to have me help him find a student who had run away from her family over the summer holiday. Not only did I spend two whole months looking for her, I ended up finding her after I gave up in Tokyo. I swore that was the last time I would ever help you guys again. Not even if I saw her…" the voice abruptly trailed off.

"Whats the matter?" McGonagall asked.

"Lily" The man named Inuyasha replied. "Lily Evans. I smell her." He paused. "No, not her, something like her."

The door Harry had been listening against flew open and he fell over on his ass. He peered slowly up into startling amber eyes.

"Do you see now, Inuyasha?" McGonagall said softly, "Do you see why I requested your presence?"

Slowly the man nodded his head. He held out his hand and helped Harry up.

"Harry," McGonagall said, "This is Inuyasha. He's here to be a kind of guide to you this year.

"Inuyasha," she said, "This is Harry Potter. This is Lily's son."

"Lily's son? No wonder your scent is like hers." Inuyasha said quietly.

"Her scent?" Harry asked incredously.

McGonagall took Inuyasha's hat off, revealing his ears. They were white and wolf shaped. Inuyasha scowled and muttered something under his breath about a "damn wench"

"Harry, Inuyahsa is a hanyou." She said as if that explaine everything.

"Hanyou?" Harry said.

"It means half-demon in Japanese," said Inuyasha, "My mother was human while my father was a demon. That's why I could smell you. Demons have better senses than the pathetic humans."

"Harry," McGonagall said, "I know this is going to be difficult to accept, but after Albus died, I received a letter. One that he wrote in case of his death. It told me what I told Inuyasha and am now telling you." McGonagall paused, filling the room with incredible tension.

Harry shifted uncomforably where he was standing. He didn't like the sound of that.

"Harry," McGonagall continued, "The letter explained to us that you inherited your mother's birthright. It said that you are a hanyou."

Evil Grin. Hahahaha. I left you with a cliffie. (ducks flying objects) ok sorry. I will try to update asap.

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