The Heir: Chapter 28


Three weeks had passed since the incident with Kaoru and Harry. He had handled her turning into a pheonix in the middle of the school hallway very well, and once again, stayed with her until she calmed down. Kaoru, on the other hand, was rarely seen at school. Ron had returned home. In those three weeks, all of the stress she had been put through had caused her to change into a great deal of creatures, which had drained her strength. After a while, all was back to a sense of relative normality. Except for two very lonely people.

Haruhi had been growing weaker everyday. She had noticed he had disappeared when she could not hear him call out her name when she returned home. She frantically searched for him, she even called Akane over to help her. Her efforts were proved futile, and Tsumibito was lost, also growing weaker by the day. Hope was fading, for both of them.

"I don't have time for this, boy. My patience grows thin, and I have dealt with your disobedience enough." Voldemort said. Nagini slithered to a corner, she knew what would happen next. He pointed the wand at Tsumibito, and uttered a spell.

"Crucio."

Trapped a body where he could not scream, the doll was left with nothing but darkness and agony, as the Dark Lord tortured him for what seemed like an eternity. If he could cry, his tears would not come as his body would have spent all of it's energy screaming. After two hours of the agony, Voldemort stopped.

"I do not wish to torture you, but you have brought this fate upon yourself. Now, will you be willing to listen to a compromise I am willing to make?" He sneered.

Tsumibito began to shiver. Then, he began to shake. After a few minutes of the slight movement, he began to stand.

"I will give you the thing that you desire most in this world. But you will not be the same. And in return, I will have the girl."

Reluctantly, the doll bowed. A black mist began to surround him, and an excruciating stinging sensation creeped its way throughout his entire body. Bones forming, then bending into place. Organs, veins, and skin growing. Limbs. Joints. Fingers. Toes. A Head. Two eyes. A nose. A mouth. A voice.

A blood-curdling scream.

He lay on the ground, wearing torn rags covered with dust and blood. He stared at his body, and moved his limbs. He tried standing, but fell. He looked at Voldemort, who was smiling. Tsumibito's eyes narrowed. "How do I know you will hold up the rest of your end of the bargain? I am paying a steep price, none of which you will receive until your promise is fulfilled. You are not my master, simply one whom I owe half of a debt to."

"You know your mission. See to it that it is done, and you will be rewarded."

"No." Voldemort raised his wand against him, but Tsumibito held up his hand, and it was sent flying away. He waved his hand again at Voldemort, a tight rope coiled itself around his neck. "No, I said. If you will not give me what I want, I will get it myself first. Then, I shall see about our deal." He let go of Voldemort.

"Very well. I shall send one of my servants to do the job. Do as you please, your debt shall be paid eventually."

He waved his hand again at Voldemort, who was sent flying backwards. Tsumibito vanished with a black mist.

Haruhi was with Harry during the afternoon, as the routine had become. They hadn't yet begun their homework when another one of Haruhi's newest companions, migraines, had reappeared. Harry sighed, turned off all of the lights. They had agreed that he wouldn't use magic on her, she had enough of it causing stress in her life as is. Of course, he would use magic to make her feel better anyway, but she didn't need to know that. She had gone to the bathroom to vomit, and Harry sat in the solemn silence that was left behind. He heard

"I love you, you know." she said weakly

"I know."

"So much.."

"I know."

"One day I'll be a normal girl and we can-"

"I know, Haruhi," He said gently, stroking her hair. "Take this off, it cuts off circulation." He tugged at the strings of her eyepatch. She let out a moan of disapproval.

"No...No I need it on... I need it on or else I'll...see them.. again..."

"They're gone, they're in prison and they'll stay there. I promise you, Haruhi. They'll have to get through me first before they so much as breath in your direction." He untied the strings and took off the eyepatch. Haruhi felt the scar that was left there. Harry laid down next to her, breathing smoothly.

"Harrrrrry..." She slurred, turning towards him, and groaning as the pressure in her brain changed direction. He answered with a peck. "Do you want to... make love... tonight?"

"It won't make you feel better, Haruhi." Harry said calmly. He was used to this question by now, ever since Tsumibito disappeared, she had become much more intimate.

"You don't want to, Harry?" She asked, moving her hands to his chest. He blushed violently. "I feel bad because you've been taking care of me so much..."

"It's not that I don't want to... I do want to... Not if you're not ready though! It's just that... you're...you're... so... beautiful.." He gave her a kiss that began softly, then turned much more aggressive. "I couldn't... " I can't... You're ill... It's wrong... I love you..." He dug his tongue deeper into her mouth, she winced in a mix of confusion and discomfort. "Can I not do that?" She shook her head, and he went back to swimming with her in an ocean of kisses, instead of drowning her. He pulled her closer to him, so he could feel her breasts and legs push up against him. He did everything gently, still wary of the fact that she was ill and sad.

"Harry.." She said, putting a finger between his lips and hers. He lightly bit down on her finger with a "hmm?"

"There's... there's a...uhm...," she cleared her throat "I have a... I have a..."

"Hmmmm?"

"If you really want to, there's, uhm... in the bathroom there's-"

"Haruhi, you're... you're not feeling well."

"I'm well enough to know that I'm-

A sharp jab of pain was sent throughout her body, and she clutched onto him. Another jab shocked her spine, and she was again surrounded by an orb of light. Harry was also used to this by now. He lay there, holding the relatively middle-aged lioness, wincing and flinching every so often.. Another jab of pain, another orb of light, she turned into a fox. Another, then another, then another. Finally, she was Haruhi again, gasping for breath. He stroked her head, and held her tighter. Slowly, without a sound, he took his wand from his pocket, used a spell without speaking, and Haruhi's breath regained rhythm. "I love you too, Haruhi." He whispered. He kissed her forehead, then quietly left the room. He opened his front door, then leaned over the bar that kept small children from falling to breathe in the fresh air fully, then massaged his temples. "Somebody find that bloody doll."

"So glad you called." He heard a voice suddenly. He spun around, his eyes wide. Before he could speak, Tsumibito raised his hand, and Harry was paralyzed, on the ground.

{Chiyoo, you're going to have to wait for a while.}Tsumibito said in his mind. It was a long while before he was given a reply.

{How are you reaching me from such a great distance?}

{I have more power now. I struck a deal.}

{With whom?}

{A wizard.}

{You are a fool.}

{And you are a fool, and a bird. And you will remain a bird until Haruhi and I free you, so I suggest you listen to me.}

There was no response from Chiyoo. "She's a fool." Tsumibito said. He kneeled over, looking at Harry. "This must come as a shock to you. Don't let it. I respect you, Potter-san, more than the scum from that Host Club of hers, or any of those annoying cousins. I never got the chance to thank you for saving her that day. I'm very fond of her. And that's why it must be you, and not them, and for that, I apologize. Truly, I do, for everything that is about to happen, but it must be done." He held up his hand, and the doll that he formerly was appeared. He put his hand on Harry, and he began to glow white, then he began to dissolve. The specks of white floated into the doll, one by one. Tsumibito looked at the doll. "Don't worry, you'll be safe in there." Then, Tsumibito's face began to warp, and then it looked like Harry's. He smiled at Harry

(You...you...what...)

"Potter-san, I was the soul that was formerly inside of this doll. Before that, I was a wizard. When I died, an ancient goddess kept my soul stabilized in this world, so that maybe, by chance or luck of some sort, I could come back. My soul travelled around for many years, looking for a body, any body, to settle in. That's when I found this doll, forged by the magic of a young girl of the famed Fujioka clan, and found it a suitable home for myself."

(You're the ...doll?)

"I'm sorry, I believe that you are the doll now, not me. Don't worry, Potter-san, you aren't dead. You'll be quite safe in there, as long as you stay near Haruhi. This doll was made from Haruhi's magic, and she is an exceptionally powerful being as you know. It was then blessed by an ancient, nameless god. And now, it will be protected by one of the most powerful wizards in the world. Even greater than Lord Voldemort himself." He narrowed his eyes and spoke closer to Harry at the last part. If Harry had a heart, it would've nearly stopped.

(Let me out, I-)

"Careful with what you say, little wizard, or I might have to cut off those buttons for eyes that Haruhi so tenderly sowed on." He spat. "Now, there's something I've wanted to do for a long time." He stood up.

(LET ME OUT!)

Tsumibito raised his hand, then gently wiped it over the doll's forehead. "I can't risk you communicating with Haruhi. I have waited too long to embrace her, to touch her. My lines of communication, however, are quite intact. Just incase I have to remind you of any consequences for your insubordination."

(Haruhi needs me in there! I can't just-)

"I have your most recent memories, Potter-san. It's not 100% complete, but this spell is an experiment. Much more efficient than Polyjuice, correct?" Then, his eyes went wide. "You dog, you were thinking about it, weren't you? When she's ill?"

(Stay out of my head!)

"You were fantasizing about her in front of that Host-scum! Just to see how pissed off he would be, and then you two- Oh Potter-san, you really are sick."

(JUST SHUT UP!)

"I don't think Haruhi would be willing to let you put-"

(GET ME OUT OF THIS BLOODY DOLL!)

"No." He said, then ceased responding to anything else that Harry said. He opened the door to the apartment, closed it gentle, then tried to calm his nerves as he entered the room that Haruhi was resting in. He straightened out Harry's tie, smoothed out his hair, and opened the door.

"I'm feeling...a bit better now.."She said, with more strength in her voice. She had tied her eyepatch back on. Tsumibito closed the door quietly. In his mind, he thought that his reunion with her would be much more climactic.

(NO! NO, PLEASE LET ME OUT!) Harry screamed in silence.

Tsumibito laid down beside Haruhi, and slowly creeped an arm around her. She returned the gesture by putting her arms around his neck. Tsumibito froze and a shiver went up his spine. He then returned her gesture by placing a hard, hungry kiss on her lips.

"I found a package at the front door for you." He said, sitting up. Haruhi's eyebrows raised in confusion for a moment, then her eyes went wide.

"I thought.. I thought that I was feeling better." Then, she threw herself at him, checking his pockets frantically. "Where is he? Good god, Harry Potter, where is he?"

"Here, Haruhi, he's right here!" Tsumibito cried, handing Harry over to Haruhi. Harry longed dearly to hold her once more, he vowed to maim Tsumibito for touching her at all. Haruhi clutched him with all her might, crouching on the ground and sobbing. If he was still a human he would not be able to breathe at all, his face was shoved into her chest. Her words were lost between blubbers of "I'm so sorry"s and "I've missed you"s and "Where the hell have you been"s.

"How the hell did you find him?!" She screamed at Tsumibito. He was taken aback.

"The front door... he was outside the front door... Haruhi.."

"Thank you so much, Harry, thank you so much, I've missed him so much." She said, kissing Tsumibito.

(Haruhi, please don't...that's not me..) Harry said.

'Have you..?' Tsumibito thought, a smile creeping onto his face.

"Why won't you say anything back to me, Tsumi-kun?" She asked. "I'm sorry I didn't look hard enough for you, I'm sorry I didn't see you for three weeks. Please say something, please don't block me out. I'm so sorry, Tsumi-kun, I'm so sorry."

(Please don't let him fool you.. Haruhi... that person is..)

"Maybe... he needs to rest, Haruhi. He's probably been through a lot, he needs to rest."

"Please talk to me..." She whimpered, clutching Harry tighter. After a while, she gave up and set him down on the dresser, staring at him. Tsumibito wrapped his arms around her waist and began whispering into her ear. Her eyes became half-lidded, and her breath seemed to steady. "Maybe, maybe he does need to rest." Tsumibito began to nibble on her ear-lobe. She closed her eyes and became drowsy. Tsumibito reached over and turned Harry on his side, facing the wall.

(It's my turn now, Potter-san.) Tsumibito said as he very loudly began to taste the inside of Haruhi's mouth.

(You're bloody sick, you know that? Get your paws off of Haruhi right now, you prick!)

(What was that? Am I not being loud enough?) He began to moan when Haruhi ran his hands through his hair.

"Is everything alright?" She asked. "You don't usually.."

(Yes, yes! Haruhi, I never moan like an idiot, please just-)

"Where... where was it that you said that.. the.. uh..."

"But.. you said that you didn't want to. Are you feeling okay? You're not acting like yourself."

(Haruhi, don't let him trick you, please.)

Tsumibito uttered another spell, and Harry became disheartened.

"Do what you did just now." He said, putting one hand on the small of her back. She ran the fingers of one hand through his hair. He unbottoned her nightshirt, and let it slide off of her smooth shoulders. He reached behind her with both hands, "May I?" he asked. After a few moments, she nodded hesitantly. He began unwrapping the tape she had always used to flatten out her breasts. "Stop using such constricting things, this is unhealthy," he said, after the several layers of the tape were gone. "Look at how you're suffocating them, your beautiful-" He said. Her eyes narrowed at him. She backed away. "What?"

"Harry knows about what happened when those sex-trafficers found me," she said uneasily, fear in her voice. "Harry knows about what they did to me months ago." She backed away further. "Harry would never treat me like this and say such vile things!" Tsumibito's eyes went wide.

'What sex-trafficers? She never told me about any sex-trafficers!' He thought

(She told me.) Harry said to him.

"Who are you, what have you done with Harry?!" She cried. She got out a knife from a secret compartment in the wall and pointed it at him. "Answer me!"

(Haruhi didn't seem to like the way you were slurping on her just now.)

Tsumibito flinched and his eyes cast a hateful look at Harry, but only for a moment. A moment that Haruhi noticed. Her eyes went wide and she grabbed the doll, shaking it. "Harry, Harry are you in there?! Harry I'm so sorry I didn't know, I'm so sorry."

"Is that how it's going to be again? You're just going to run to another boy?" Tsumibito asked "The years and years I've spent with you, listening to you cry and listening to your nightmares, and you run to another boy?!"

"Tsumibito? But.. that's Harry's body.. and you're..."

"Tsumibito? Tsumibito? That's not my name Haruhi, that was never my name!"

"Change Harry back right now, please!" She begged "Please!"

"All you ever cared about was them! You always chose them! I stayed in that drawer everyday for years!"

Haruhi got down on her hands and knees and begged to Tsumibito. "Please, please change him back!" Tsumibito raised his hand to strike her, looking at her menacingly. She didn't hide, she only stared at him with pleading eyes, clutching Harry. She dropped the knife and bowed her head to him. "Please!" He slapped her straight across the face, knocking her aside. He began to hold her down and punch her in the stomach repeatedly. "Always them! Always them! I! Was! Always! There!" He yelled. Eventually he got tired. He looked at what his rage had done, Haruhi trembling and shaking in pain. He took Harry and tossed him to the side. He leaned over and kissed her aggressively. "Open, or I start with him." She opened her mouth, and let him kiss her roughly and painfully. He let the magic fade, and his face transformed to his own.

"Kill me first." She whimpered. "I don't want to.. not again.. please.. It hurt ...so much the first time.. " She reached into the pocket of her pajama pants, and took out a long needle. She pointed it at her heart. "Change him back or I'll do it, Tsumi-kun."

"Open your eyes first." She did as she was told, and gasped in both horror and confusion. She struggled to find something to say. "Two words, two words are all I want you to say. Right now." She started sobbing, begging him to kill her. Harry began trying to move, mustering up all the magic he could find.

"Say it or I will do it!" Tsumibito growled at her, grabbing both of her legs. Tears began to flow even faster now.

"I used to... love you so much, Ichirou Onii-san. Before you became such a perverted-"

"You know that I meant two other words," he said, grabbing her by the hair. "Say them now."

"You will never be worthy of them." She spat. She took the needle and sliced at his face, the blood splattered across her and she ran away from his grip, taking Harry with her. He started laughing maniacally, staring at her. "You're sick" she said. "How did you turn into such a-"

"Because Ichirou died, Haruhi, don't you remember? I'm someone different, so completely different." There was a grey mist that began to fill the room, and then emerged a figure with a black cloak.

"Despicable." Nekozawa said. "Absolutely despicable."

"Thank you for protecting Haruhi while she's at school. My power couldn't reach that far when I was in that form." Nekozawa put his hands together and muttered a spell. Harry turned into a figure of white light that grew and grew. The light dimmed, and Harry's real form was revealed. He held Haruhi tightly, and kissed her. He gave her his shirt to wear, and took out a potion bottle from his pocket. He used the dropper and put some of the liquid wherever Haruhi was bruised and bleeding. She winced from the pain.

"Dark magic isn't something to mess around with, you idiot." Nekozawa said.

"He tortured me for weeks, weeks, Haruhi, what would you do?"

"I wouldn't do everything you did to me."

Tsumibito looked at her for a while. "I'm not Ichirou anymore, Haruhi, I'm someone different. I'm not your brother anymore." He took a step towards her, and she backed away. "I welcomed death with open arms, and when Chiyoo denied my right to pass on, I started changing. I became warped and gnarled, and I stopped being your brother the day you made that doll. The day I found a new body. But three weeks ago, I was taken by some followers of an evil wizard from England. He granted me one wish, after the unbearable torture. He gave me Ichirou's body. He told me I wouldn't be the same, but he didn't tell me I would become..." He started shaking. Inside of his mind, all hell was breaking loose. Flashes of Haruhi's face when he was beating her, her beautiful face that was the last thing he saw before Ichirou died, her face when he tried to to horrid things to her. He let out a scream, and blood started pouring from his mouth. "He said I wouldn't be the same, Haruhi. I didn't know I would become this." he said this in between buckets of blood pouring out from his mouth. Half of his face began to change, hollow eye sockets and fangs and skin that looked like wet paper. The three of them backed away, Nekozawa staying in front.

"Always angry," the beast growled. It's voice rumbled with it spoke. "Always hungry, always lusting." It stepped toward them, then collapsed to the ground. It writhed, then looked at Haruhi with pleading eyes.

"When I die again, write "Ichirou, the sequel" on my tombstone." He said, laughing at his own joke.

"You idiot! This isn't the time for games Onii-san!"

"I'd very much like to see you cry and beg for death like you did before, shall I make the pretty bird sing?" It said, getting up on its feet. It held out its arm and a long axe appeared out of it. "Shall I make the puppet dance?" Nekozawa said something in a foreign language and the beast was trapped in a cage that had inscriptions all over the exterior. The writing lit up and whenever the beast tried to break the bars the cage contracted to a smaller size.

"Haruhi, we need to get you somewhere safe. The school's the safest part of the city right now, we need to go straight there."

"Why? Why am I in danger now?"

"You always were in danger, but now that the only thing protecting you at home has been turned into a demon, this is our only option."

"No, why, am I in danger?"

Nekozawa looked at her with a blank face. "The one that killed Harry's parents is coming to get you."

"What does Voldemort want with Haruhi?!" Harry cried

"Does that matter, Harry? This poor girl has been through enough, and we are going to save her from whatever fate Voldemort has planned for her! Haruhi, pack your bags, Harry, I have yours already at the school. You're staying at there for a while."

Haruhi put a hand on Nekozawa's shoulder. "Thank you, sempai. For everything you have done for me."

"Just pack your bags, and for goodness sake," he said, reaching into her drawer, "Take all of them with you." He handed her weapon after weapon that was hidden in there, needles, knives, all of them. Harry stood there, shocked.

She looked at him sadly. "Just incase I needed them." She then began packing a very large duffel.

"My roommate is quite crude, sir, could I be assigned to a different dorm?"

"I'll tear off your limbs and then feed them to your little magician boyfriend!"

"Please be safe, Onii-san. I know you didn't mean to...to..." She took a moment to regain her composure. "I don't know when we'll be back. Chiyoo will keep an eye on you."

"Imouto." Tsumibito said. Haruhi looked at him. "That really, wasn't me. I would never lay a finger on you like that. And I'd never kiss my little sister, or touch your, uh, anatomy."

"I'm glad you're not making stupid jokes anymore, Onii-san. They were always tacky and inappropriate."

"Haruhi, I need to ask you a favor." Nekozawa said. She looked at him sadly, but with understanding. Haruhi closed her eye, then commanded her body to transform into that of a dragon. She looked at Harry, who nodded. She looked at Nekozawa.

"I'm sorry, Haruhi, it's the only way. Voldemort has control over every line of Apparation right now. Are you strong enough for the journey?" he asked. Haruhi rolled her head a bit, then stomped one claw on the ground. Nekozawa and Harry got on her back, and she took a moment to get used to the weight. "I will create a shield for you, don't worry about safety or being seen by humans, me and Harry will take care of any Death Eaters." Haruhi gave him another look. "And yes, I will keep your father safe too." Haruhi made her way to the front door, peered out, then took off for Ouran Academy.