Okay, this is the second chapter and I know that I gave you an evil cliffhanger last chapter and you're all eager to see how Sesshōmaru will interact with Harry now, but I hate to tell you all that this chapter has now gone back to the beginning of all this fun. In fact, I was so cruel to you in the first chapter, since that was actually part of the middle of this entire story. But, it did catch your attention, which was the entire point. This is the beginning. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: If you believe I own Harry Potter or Inuyasha I think you need a new brain. No hard feelings but I think your current one has reached its expiration date.

The time will come

When you will have to rise

Above the rest and prove yourself

Your spirit never dies

Warriors by Imagine Dragons (nightcore version or not)

Fifteen year old Harry Potter sighed as he relaxed for the first time that day. He hated the Dursley's household, but they didn't have the false friends stalking him like a wounded animal twenty four seven like Hogwarts did. He could at least hide in his room to get away from the Dursley's. His stalkers, however, had access to any place he did. Except here. Here was his sanctuary, although no one knew that he had been coming here since it was considered a 'dark' place. Stupid prejudiced sheeple.

Harry sighed again and looked up at the massive head statue located within the Chamber of Secrets. Surprisingly, this entryway was more of an illusion than a real place. The real entryway looked much better than this hyped up snake filled place filled with puddles of water. The trick to gaining access was to enter the mouth of the statue. That would bring him to the real entryway and the illusion one would not reappear until he left the Chamber. The illusion was somehow anchored inside of a false dimension that would cover the real dimension when it was triggered. Harry had no clue how that was but the runes carved into the walls were probably the key. He only recognized a few of them, having self-studied ever since third year when he was blocked from taking Runes. Stupid manipulative old goat had decided that Divination was the class for him to take and wouldn't let him leave. The stupid manipulative old goat had been making a lot of life choices like that. Harry had wised up to the little act going on with the old goat and his stalkers when he was in the hospital his first year.

Flashback

Harry blearily opened his eyes, trying to figure out what had happened after he had…disintegrated his former professor. Merlin, that was not something he wanted to remember doing. Harry glanced around, hoping to distract himself from that horrible memory. White walls, white pressed sheets on unruffled beds set at regular intervals on both sides…he had a very bad feeling that he had ended up in the hospital portion of Hogwarts. He hadn't actually been here yet, despite what all he, Ron and Hermione had gotten up to so far. He counted that as a miracle, however, that miracle seemed to have finally ended. His eyes caught on the glittering items near the end of the bed, he may have been nearsighted but he could still see shiny things. They were just blurry as all hell. He squinted slightly, making out cards and candy wrappers. What on earth?

Before he could contemplate the mystery of having cards and candy at the end of his bed, he heard the rustling of someone coming closer to the Hospital Wing's doors. Falling back on the quickly learned lessons of the Dursley household, he slumped back into a comfortable position and faked sleeping. He was quite good at it by now, his uncle had made sure of that early on in his life. Not on purpose, of course, but still. What did they expect when they always seemed to enjoy having very loud conversation right outside his door in the hopes that he would try to peek out. More time to wham his head and body into something solid. Why waste sleep when you had that to do, right? That was always their motivation.

He made sure to place his breathing pattern as if he was asleep, reflexively glad that he hadn't tried to sit up before he heard the noise. That had helped him out. The doors to the Infirmary swung open almost silently, a small creak alerting him to the fact that they had opened. He heard…one, no three, sets of footsteps that halted next to his bed. If he wasn't Dursley trained then he might have been tempted to peek. No, he could identify with voice just as easily. He only had to hear it once and he could identify it easily.

"Headmaster, when will the money be filed into an account? You never really specified, plus my mum wishes for a larger deposit once he starts spending some of the time at the house."

Huh, who would have thought, Ron actually sounded slightly intelligent as he begged for more money. What a surprise…

"Now, now Mr. Weasley, the money will be deposited shortly and your mother knows that her cut of his money will grow larger when Harry goes to the Burrow this summer after spending time at his Aunt's."

Oh alright, that was Headmaster Dumbledore, apparently he had long fingers reaching into parentless orphan's accounts, his at the top of the list. He would have to read up on goblin culture for a bit so that he could change that as soon as possible. Perhaps his 'Uncle' would be nice enough to take him to London during the summer, well, either that or be blackmailed into it. Oh the plotting he could do. It would be easy with blackmail, he had so much of it, like the fact that he was enjoying his secretary's presence in more than one ways. Oh yes, he Aunt would love to hear that. So would the neighbors now that he thought about it…Oh wait, the conversation was still going on, and it seemed like a new player had begun talking too…

"Grandfather, have you managed to get into his family vault yet?"

Hermione too, huh? Wait…back up, GRANDFATHER?! The ever-loving F***?! How the hell does that work? Her parents must be old if he's her grandfather, unless of course, he's the great grandfather and she just left of the word 'great'. That might make a bit more sense, plus this new information certainly helped to explain Hermione's knowledge of the magical world. Or rather, her mixmatched knowledge. Seriously, she seemed knowledgeable on some things and ignorant on others. What was she being taught? How to manipulate 101? Oh, wait, he was missing the conversation…

"-goblins are the worst beings to try to manipulate. It takes careful work to do it correctly. I'm sure by this time next year, I will have found a slight opening to enable myself to enter his family vault. After all, I am the venerable and wise headmaster watching over a student under my supervision. It just works in my favor that I am registered as his magical guardian. It would have been much more difficult if the Potter Wills had been read and acknowledged, however, since I sealed them, they will not trouble me at all."

Yeah, he was definitely going to need to read up on goblin culture, and soon. Well, he was good at playing the manipulative game with his relatives. Surely, he could make them stop off at Diagon Alley on the way home so that he could gather a few essentials. He would need them…

Flashback end

That had been an interesting return from Hogwarts. He had easily convinced his uncle to stop at the Alley for a bit, and he didn't even need to bring in the secretary blackmail. If he were really a Lion then that act would have made his queasy, however, he was not just a lion, and chimeras, no matter what they were combined of, knew how to survive. He had gotten help from the Dursley's for his survival instinct though.

His time at the Dursley's had helped him tremendously, making him sneaky, able to act, and above all, to keep tricks to himself, before he had turned nine. He had managed to manipulate the walrus, his Uncle Vernon, into signing both boys up for hand to hand combat lessons and weapon training lessons not even a month after his seventh birthday, not that he knew it as such. Dudley, also known as baby whale, had dropped out within weeks but Harry had stayed in, moving through the ranks and keeping himself in the classes by swiping some of Dudley's pocket money. He got plenty of it and didn't even notice when it went missing. Stupid bastard was so blind that he never even saw Harry nab it right out of his pocket when he was devouring the cake he got almost every day. How much cake can Baby Whale go through in one day? Turned out, Baby Whale could go through one and a half cakes before he had to visit the bathroom. The rest of the cake went to Walrus. Giraffe, also known as Aunt Petunia, never ate the cakes herself, then again, she also didn't cook the cakes herself. She could burn water at times, no, the pleasant chore of making food, and cakes, for Walrus and Baby Whale was Harry himself. So, if Harry nabbed some money while Baby Whale was chowing down on his hard work, meh, no biggie. Baby Whale would just figure he already put it away. Harry didn't always do that, though. Sometimes, he would actually get the money through legal means by helping out someone a couple of miles away, out of the reach of rumors from his relatives. Harry enjoyed doing both ways. The legal way because not everyone acts like his relatives and the 'other' way as because he had earned it from all the chores he was forced to do. Baby Whale would have been very put out by the fact that a lot of the money spent buying the blunt practice sword Harry used during weapons training was the allowance he was given freely. Harry wouldn't tell though, not even for the look on Baby Whale's face. He liked his classes. Even while going to Hogwarts, Harry kept up the exercises for the classes. He also had brought muggles books and magical books about how to act like a noble to self-study too. That helped immensely when studying the goblin culture. They were almost akin to bankers who hated having too much time wasted. Their favorite saying was 'time is money' after all. But back to the runes…

The runes that he knew were on the wall were for secrecy, space, time, and deception. There were others that he could possibly identify but those were the ones that were consistently repeated. The only reason he had actually bothered to put this much effort into reading and learning runes was because as the last of his line he needed to know these things to help the estate. Learning he was a lord, of course, had surprised him. Then again, that surprise wasn't half as large as the one the sheeple would have if they knew who was helping to train him and advise him.

Salazar Slytherin himself, or rather, a life sized painting on Salazar Slytherin. That had shocked him the first time he had seen it too. The more shocking part was the fact that he, as creator of the Chamber, had made it so that his painted self could actually leave the painting as long as he remained in the Chamber. Of course, that was before he had done a ritual to anchor his soul into the painting as well. That had been a bit of shock, really. The garbage fed to the public was that he had left, but no, the Founders had come up with that explanation to explain away Salazar's sacrifice to keep the enemies from gaining access to Hogwarts. There was more, though. Salazar and Godric, heck, maybe Rowena and Helga as well, were demons, or yōkai, as they explained it. Godric had been a large red lion, and Salazar had been what he called a changeling shadow inuyōkai. Salazar had also been kind enough to point out that inuyōkai looked like wolf like dogs. Inu meant dog, but the changeling part had stumped Harry for a moment because sure, he had picked up some Japanese as a hobby to pass time but he didn't quite understand what a changeling yōkai was. Salazar had been nice enough to explain it. A changeling yōkai was a yōkai born from two hanyōs. Since he was an inuyōkai, he had explained the inuyōkai changeling. An inuyōkai changeling could only be conceived from a shadow inu-hanyō and a crimson inu-hanyō. For poor Harry, who had no clue what shadow and crimson meant, Salazar had simplified it into being a black wolf like dog and a red wolf like dog, only not because they were both hanyō. So they had pointed dog ears that were the color of the dog they were half of but otherwise they had human appearance, well, claws in human form were a given, as were the fangs. However, that wasn't the only specification. Both of the Hanyō had to have a rare human day, not just one that would happen every month. The ones Salazar's parents had possessed was his father, the shadow hanyō, had been birthed on an eclipse, which made his human night on the eclipse nights. Not very common at all, and his mother had been born on a solstice moon combined with a harvest moon. Another rare occurrence. What also made it rare for changeling inuyōkai to be born was the fact that both parents had to have shadow inuyōkai in their blood. Mix with the fact that most shadow inuyōkai mated with shadow inuyōkai and you have the recipe for a very rare inuyōkai that had more than one form. Salazar had been gifted with the wolf like dog form of his birth, a black lion to match his mate except with a different color, a large basilisk with black scales and red lines decorating the serpentine body, and his final form he had only seen but had never been able to change into it. He had called it a Hellhound form and had claimed that all changeling yōkai had some kind of hell form, not just the inuyōkai. Also, no hellhound looked the same. For instance, Salazar had described his as more of a Doberman type of hellhound. He had documents that revealed another changeling inuyōkai that had lived in the Warring Era of Japan that had been known as the Western Lands under the rule of an Inuyōkai simply titled as Inu no Taisho. That changeling had possessed a hellhound form that looked similar to a German Shepherd Husky mix only with a feline touch to the form with a long feline tail. The strange thing was that the form had possessed a scaled underbelly and red eyes. Salazar had an awed look on his face when he was describing this hellhound. Apparently, it was a form that only the true Hellhound possessed but this hellhound had been a changeling. Salazar had confided that he wouldn't mind meeting this changeling, if only to find out how he had a hellhound form that matched the true Hellhound form. Speculation had also described the changeling having spat fire at the enemy but as speculation, Salazar wasn't sure whether or not it was true. He hadn't been able to shoot fire in his hellhound form but theoretically the original Hellhound had been able to do so. Salazar had said that if there wasn't documentation saying that it was a changeling and not the true Hellhound, then he would have thought the hellhound that fought with the Inu no Taisho was the true Hellhound.

At that moment, Harry also wished that he could meet this changeling inuyōkai, if only to bring back information for Salazar. However, the changeling in the document had vanished after the battles that the Inu no Taisho had fought in and they had found no more documentation. Although that wasn't surprising. The only reason Salazar had found the documentation that he had was because it had been locked within an airtight container that had been found within a cave some hundred miles away from where he had lived as a child. Normal documentation hadn't happened until after the Warring Era had ended.

Salazar had talked about more than just the yōkai though. He had talked about etiquette that nobles had to know and all the tricks of the trade that nobles learned at their father's knee. As a noble born, Harry had to learn those tricks and trades, even with his muggleborn mother. Salazar had even urged him to go to the goblins for a visit. They knew of a ritual that would cleanse the muggle taint within his blood. It had actually been a shock to realize that muggleborn witches and wizards were actually born from squibs and that mixing with the muggles had left a taint within the blood that prevented the full abilities of the magical blood to appear within the child. However, with a simple fee, the goblins were always more than happy to cleanse the taint. When Harry had asked whether it was the taint that made Salazar hate muggles and their offspring or something else that had happened, Salazar had been confused. When Harry had explained how history had been written, Salazar had laughed. After he finished laughing, he explained that what had been described sounded more like his older sibling than he himself.

Salazar had only wanted to collect the muggleborn early so that they could teach them from an early age and not have to worry so much about the muggles finding the castle. After all, imperio could only work until they were released from it and then the muggles came back with anger and weapons. The creation of the confounding charm had been a lifesaver for the school, having been worked into the wards so that muggles believed that they had something more important to do. The enemy Salazar had sacrificed his life to protect Hogwarts from had been yōkai demons, those who were the lowest of the demon levels. Since his sacrifice, no low life demon like the attackers of long ago had ever stepped foot on Hogwarts property again, until the old manipulative goat had brought the troll. A troll, surprisingly, was an offspring of the oni yōkai and a giant. They were bred for brawn, not brains. Once the old goat had brought one on the grounds, the ward Salazar had fueled with his death had weakened. Soon, the yōkai demons would be able to enter the grounds again. Knowing that information, Salazar had decided that he was going to help train Harry. Harry had already gotten the hand to hand and weapon training that Salazar would have wanted so Salazar was going to introduce more weapons to his new student as well as more ways to fight in hand to hand situations. First, though, a visit to the goblins. The taint needed to be cleansed for some of the styles and some of the weapons and an added bonus was that goblins could test for Harry's ancestry as well, to see if Harry would need to prepare for a painful inheritance. The only downside of the more modern technology that the muggles had now was that it prevented any yōkai inheritance from fully appearing, meaning he might have the most basic of the ability if he had yōkai blood but even if he was a full yōkai born child, he would never be able to take the form because of the technology interfering with the yōkai waves. After hearing that, Harry had sent a message, very politely worded, that requested the usage of the ancestry blood test and the minor muggle taint removal he had within his blood.

Alright second chapter done. Yes, I went and made Hermione and Albus related. Yes, Hermione and Ron are going to be bad in this fic, so is Albus. Yes, I went and gave the Dursley's alternative names. I think they're accurate. Yes, my Harry is more Slytherin than Gryffindor. Yes, Dursley household taught Harry tricks. Yes, he's a lord. Anymore questions that I didn't answer that you are curious about. Review and if it doesn't give the story away too much I will reply. I want you all to keep coming back so no spoilers. Oh yes, and I'm posting a poll on my profile because I can't decide if I want all Weasleys bad, or if I want to save some of them because they are actually Prewetts and obliviated and forced to believe that they are now Weasleys. Plus, if I make them good, are they to be demons, not demons or what. It'll be on my profile, you'll pick a number. Display will describe choice actions and you all choose alright? I'll do the poll first and then post this. Oh yes, and if you don't know what some of the Japanese words are by now, review and I'll make sure to tell you. Hopefully it displays on my profile page, first time doing a poll. If it doesn't then, I'll do an edit on this chapter and place the poll here, even if I think it might be against the rules, I would like the opinions.

Sayonara. SF