Betray Your Wings

Chapter 9: Boom

Written (mostly) by Lady Inari

Beta-ed (a little) by anime-luney

Inari- Okay! Since Harry's been the main character for about three or four chapters, we're going to follow Draco and Hermione for a while. They'll probably be paired together eventually, but it'll be gradual, and it won't be like Gaara and Kagome's, or Sasuke and Ginny's relationships. The two will be like boyfriend and girlfriend, where they get into arguments and stuff.

Luney- and still no good yaoi. T-T

Tora stepped through the pre-dawn fog to where it swirled around the lake. She smiled down at the two wolves sleeping peacefully. Hermione's back was curled into Draco's stomach, two of his legs and paws wrapping reassuringly around her body. Suddenly reminded of her lover back in the Makai, Tora shook her head to clear away the tears, and they spiraled into the fog, bright gems in the grey darkness.

Sighing at what she now had to do, Tora nudged the two wolves awake with a black-booted foot. She jumped back, surprised, however, when Draco jumped to his feet with a snarl, gold eyes flashing. Recognition glimmered in them after a second, and the black wolf backed off, obviously embarrassed, head bowed.

Tora pulled a stopwatch out of her white hoodie's pocket. On the front of the hoodie was an innocent looking kitten, written underneath it, 'Watch out, I may be cute…' then on the back was a huge tiger showing its claws and scrawled above that was, 'But this kitty's got claws!'

The stopwatch was ordinary, however. "I'm not going to teach you how to fight, because that will come later. You and I both need to know your abilities before I can teach you how to fight without using magic or wands." Tora looped the ties of the stopwatch over Draco's head and neck. "I want you two to start running along the edge of the lake. The stopwatch will beep when you have run for an hour, then stop. When you stop, then rest for a minute or two, the stopwatch will automatically stop timing, and start running back. I'll be here, waiting. Make sure that you come back right away. That means no detours."

Hermione grinned wolfishly ((literally)) at the stress on the word. Then, in an uncharacteristic show of sarcasm, she said, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." She turned and purposefully whacked Draco across the head with her muzzle, "Let's go, idiot."

Signing, the two started to run at an easy pace, loping gently. A half hour passed in silence, after which the sun started to rise, making the fog no longer grey, but almost a rainbow of colors. The swirling mist was swept away as the two wolves burst out of the cloud, water droplets decorating their black and white fur. Hermione looked east and stopped dead as the sun started to peek out into view. "Oh, wow." Draco glanced over and slowed to a trot.

"I may not think that a lot of things are cool, but that is." The sunrise splayed a hundred different colors out of the lake, where they bounced off and mixed into the air. ((Inari- uhhh… well, I'm outta ideas, so we're moving on! Luney- Yis! Onward!))

With Hiei, in a tree, in the forest, somewhere

Hiei was asleep in a pine tree, stretched out comfortably, katana leaning up against the tree. If the authors didn't want to have to push the rating of this fanfiction even higher, then they would have told you what it was about in great detail, but since Lady Inari doesn't want to have her account frozen, she'll just say, that the half-koorime was dreaming about ravaging a small, blue-furred fox boy's body.

((Inari- What? I said we were moving on! Luney-

Inari- Hum… okay, I said that I wouldn't focus on Harry for a few chapters, but I can't help it! I'm sorry, but I really, really, really have to get this out of the way))

Voldemort's Headquarters ((Wherever the heck that is))

Maboroshi woke up yet again tied, but this time with chains and to the wall. His feet were left loose, however, and his right leg from the calf all the way down to his feet was wrapped in a black bandage, where he had accidentally sliced his ankle open.

Fuzzily trying to remember why he was there, his memories of all that had happened to him were gone. He knew that he was a bat demon and that his name was Maboroshi, but there was a little bit of information in his mind that he subconsciously knew wasn't right, and yet it was: Voldemort was his master.

But why would his master chain him to a wall? Unless he was in trouble for something that he couldn't remember doing.

Maboroshi's eyebrows creased together as he tried to remember, but before he could reach a conclusion based on what he remembered, a door that he had not noticed opened and the Dark Lord stepped in, holding a white bandanna in his left hand.

As if compelled to do so for no apparent reason, Maboroshi bowed his head respectfully, since he could not get down on his hands and knees at the moment.

He was silent as footsteps approached and entered his limited line of vision and looked up as a finger gently lifted up his chin and found himself staring as the Dark Lord's red eyes.

The crimson, snake eyes roamed over Maboroshi's body and face, before landing on his right leg.

Maboroshi's chin was released from the spider like man's grip. The hand trailed up his cheek, past his bat ears and to his forehead, where he gently tied the white headband under his bangs.

Maboroshi blinked, surprised, when he found that the steel hoops around his wrists came loose from the chains hooking him to the wall. He looked at his master's eyes, a question burning in his mind and purple eyes.

Voldemort swept back to his feet, robes billowing. He beckoned for Maboroshi to follow him, who scrambled up, wincing when his right foot touched the stone floor. He stayed the respectful step behind the black-robed man.

"Maboroshi, could I get you to do something for me?"

"Of course, Kuro-sama. What do you want me to do?" (1)

"There's a man, a demon, actually, who has been unjustly thrown into a prison. He isn't an ally of mine but I knew him from a while ago."

"What's his name, Kuro-sama?"

"Karasu. Come with me and we'll talk about what you will have to do. I trust that you still remember how to use your weapons?" (2)

The question didn't even need answering, from the look apparent on Maboroshi's face.

Hogwarts, 10:00AM, Great Hall (Saturday, November 6th)

Kagome, who had been shuffled around by the seating at the Head Table was currently sitting between Sasuke and Itachi. Not that she really minded, of course, but it meant that she wasn't sitting by Gaara, who was sitting between the two foxes, which must have pissed Shukaku off to no end. Kuroune was on Yuki's left, and Tora's right, which made Kurama mad. So, basically, nobody was sitting where they wanted to be, except maybe Kuroune.

Kagome was talking in a low tone to Itachi, who had mercifully taken off his Akatsuki cloak, which meant that Sasuke was no longer glaring long swords at him, instead settling for a couple hundred kunai. He glared at Kagome, too, but Itachi was the one that he really hated.

Kagome giggled, then nodded at something her younger twin said. She glanced dubiously at Sasuke, who scowled. "Hey Sasuke. I bet you haven't been practicing since you came here." It was meant to be teasing, but Sasuke took the bait anyways.

"Of course I've been practicing! Who do you think I am?"

Kagome's eyebrows raised laughingly, "An idiot who can't even beat my brother? I don't know, you tell me."

"Can't even beat your brother? What about you? I bet you haven't even beat him once!"

At this, Itachi, who had been listening in on the conversation, burst out laughing. Kagome rolled her eyes and said, "He hasn't beat me once! Why don't we go outside and spar, Sasuke-chan?"

"I'd like nothing better."

"Good. Meet me in fifteen minutes by the edge of the forest near the Quidditch Pitch." With that, Kagome stoop up and called, "Come, Gaara." Silently, Gaara also stood up and followed the eldest Uchiha.

Kagome marched swiftly up the stairs and down corridors, Gaara trotting to keep up. She darted into their room, and dove into her closet full of anything and everything. She pulled out clothes at random until she found what she was looking for: A black, open-necked, loose, long-sleeved shirt emblazoned with her own symbol: two blue kunai bloody blades crossed. She grabbed a blue hair tie and a pair of matching black leggings. As she was dressing and looking for her loose, black suede calf boots, Gaara, who was standing by a cleverly disguised weapons chest, was asking, "Which weapons do you want?"

"Give me two kunai."

"Two? Is that it?"

"Obviously, Gaara. You know perfectly well that I use kunai in hand best. I'm not even a true ninja, since I've never graduated, or been to, and Ninja Academy as a child. As far as most people know, there are only two surviving Uchiha males in the world. But enough about the past, I've got to go." Kagome took her two kunai from Gaara and jogged out the door, black ponytail swinging. Gaara watched her go; then began to put away the clothes that were lying at the foot of the closet.

She cam to where Sasuke was standing; pale and looking like he was going to throw up. He was surprised when he saw what Kagome was wearing, how similar it was to what he was wearing and the one thing that her outfit was missing: a hitai-ate. As far as he knew, it was the first time that she had not carried her Sunagakure headband.

He also noticed that she was armed with only two kunai- the same shade of slightly rippling blue of the kunai on her back. They were beautiful weapons, Sasuke noted, but incredibly deadly in a person's hands such as hers.

Hoping that he could catch the girl off guard, he started to charge towards her, forming the hand seals for making doppelgangers, but before he could finish, Kagome was on him, kunai flashing.

Sasuke jumped out of the way, and threw three shurikan at his elder sister. She stared fixedly at the oncoming projectiles, before simply ducking. The black-haired female appeared behind a surprised Uchiha.

Sasuke was still on a forward course, so when one of Kagome's shimmering blue kunai cut open the back of his shirt from top to tail, it exposed the black curse mark on the back of his neck.

Kagome's eyes opened so wide you could see the whites all the way around her black pupils. "Orochimaru…" She breathed, stunned.

Kagome dropped her weapons and tackled Sasuke swiftly to the grass, one hand on the back of her youngest brother's head, the other planted firmly between his shoulder blades. Sasuke hit the ground, air exploding out of his lungs.

As the girl landed on his bare back, Kagome replaced the hand between Sasuke's shoulder blades with a knee, and brushed s finger along the three comma curse marks.

Sasuke stiffened as he felt the fingers brush the back of his neck, and felt the by-now familiar rush of power from Orochimaru's mark. The black fire spread across his cheeks and down his back. His eyes prickled as his Sharingan eyes activated in sync with he spreading black fire.

The weight on his back and legs disappeared. Sasuke staggered to his feet and faced the woman who had pinned him to the ground. She grinned. Here, at last, was a fight worth fighting! Kagome dodged down and past Sasuke as she snatched back her two beloved blades. She flew at the boy, who attempted to summon a huge snake before clutching his right forearm and let a reluctant cry or pain and surprise escape his lips. He tore off the arm warmer off his right arm.

Sasuke collapsed weakly to the ground, knees crumpling as he inspected the source of his pain: several kanji characters written down the front of his forearm spelling out 'Konoha Traitor.' Kagome's eyes bulged at the kanji, "Traitor? Sasuke… what?"

Sasuke looked up at Kagome with pain shining in his eyes as he felt his charka being taken from his as it was used to alert Tsunade in Konoha. He gasped in relief as his charka started to return to him and the black fire faded; Kagome stuck a thumb and forefinger into her mouth and whistled three long, high pitched notes into the eerily still air.

Sasuke's eardrums vibrated in response to the whistles and looked around sharply as Gaara, Itachi, and an older human version of Yuki appeared next to Kagome, who gestured to the youngest Uchiha, and said, "Itachi-brother, did you know that your brother has been branded as a traitor by his own village?"

Itachi said nothing, but his inherited ever-Sharingan eyes told the story. Yuki interrupted with a mutter of, "Ninja are approaching. Number… unknown. I don't know who it is, either."

Gaara twisted around and pulled the cork out of his gourd. A thin trickle of sand flowed out and curled protectively around the boy's right hand. Yuki whirled around as trees in the forest shifted, proud blue ears swiveling as Hakate Kakashi, Nara Shikamaru, and Haruno Sakura appeared on the fringed of the Forbidden Forest.

Kagome's eye twitched in annoyance, and she started to walk toward the three new ninjas that had just appeared from seemingly nowhere. "What are you doing here? I thought that this was a three-person mission!"

Kakashi glowered back at the young woman, "We were summoned, but who are you?"

Kagome's eyes flicked up to his left eye, which was hidden under his headband. "Kakashi? The copy-nin? Never thought I'd see the day you'd come around Itachi, after what happened a while ago." Kakashi stiffened visibly.

Itachi, in return, chuckled darkly, and said, "Nice to see you again. But, unfortunately, I can't play with you today, because I have to report to my master." He lifted his head to the sky and whistled low and long. Inuyasha appeared a second later and they left, disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Sighing in relief, Kakashi looked to the boy who had inadvertently summoned him. "Sasuke? What happened?"

Sasuke, who was still on the ground, quickly covered the tattoo with his left hand. "Nothing. I just forgot about the summoning jutsu. Why it would summon you."

Sakura jumped down and moved to Sasuke's side, crouching down to move away his hand and look over the brand, "So that means you tried to…?"

"Yeah."

"Sasuke-kun, does it hurt?"

"No, not really."

"That's good, it'll make my job easier later." Sakura gave Sasuke a hand up, but he staggered off balance and fell face forward into Sakura's chest. Both teenager's faces flared up bright red, before Sakura took the boy by his shoulders and pushed him back to hold him at arms length.

Shikamaru sighed and walked over to help Sakura. How troublesome, he thought irritably.

1). 'Kuro-sama'- Kuro-sama literally means 'Lord Black' but it could be translated more (in this case) into say, Dark Lord.

2). Karasu- yes, I know I went the clichéd way of putting Karasu into the story, but Kuroune's got to protect Kurama, right? A little bit of fluff without it actually being fluff.

Inari- Yeah, I know this ends rather abruptly, but to be honest, I really had writer's block and couldn't get past this point. Please forgive me for the shortness and the lateness, but I can only hope you all review…

Luney-And I was really bad in correcting. My laziness took over! D; I

swear it made me do it!

Inari- Oh yah, I forgot to tell you all, but I went back and fixed chapters 1-8. well, 1 and 3-8. I messed up royally on 2… go back and re read the chapters… it'll make much more sense now than it did before.