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Warnings: A bit of language, although if you have read the magna you have nothing to worry about.

Strange Magic

Chapter 2: The Enchanted Mirror

By yllom21

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or InuYasha; would I be typing this if I did?

The sun had just reached its peak; the sky was a pickled yellow and pink. The birds had begun to sing when dawn approached and where still singing gaily. The creatures that inhabited the Forbidden Forest where beginning to stir, having been previously awaken by the chirping of the birds. Two of the inhabitances of Hogwarts were awake, beginning to do there daily morning chores before breakfast began.

Albus Dumbledore, current headmaster of the majestic castle was humming softly as he wrote a letter to the Daily Prophet to cancel the job application in the newspaper. Hagrid, groundkeeper and a Professor of the fine establishment was feeding his chickens while fantasying about the food the House Elves were preparing inside.

Only one specimen was still asleep; surrounded by fluffy blankets in a large bed. His face was peaceful while surround by silk-like black hair; his eyelashes making his skin appear even more of a pale porcelain. He appeared to be a human boy with an almost delicate air about him. However he was far from delicate and he was sleeping to help him deal with the fatigue of saving all of humanity. Didn't he deserve some type of credit for doing such an act?

However it didn't truly mattered how much the child deserved sleep for he was beginning to awaken. Eyelids fluttered before revealing startled lavender eyes as the brunette sat up with a start; the blankets slipping before revealing a lean chest. "Were the hell am I?" he suddenly announced his eyes flashing to the empty corners of the room, his nose flaring as he tried to inhale any scent of danger. It took several minutes before he calmed down, his defenses sliding only slightly as he pondered the new development.

He hadn't slept in a bed in like what seemed forever; however the softness of the mattress did not sooth him. In fact, only two thoughts roared in his head and they questioned how much sake he had had the previous night and who had he ended up sleeping with. It wasn't until he noticed the lack of a hangover and the absence of pain in the rear before he realized that he had not given himself up the night before.

It took him several minutes to remember the events of yesterday and it took him longer to actually believe it; he was now a Professor? What fucked up universe was he currently residing in?

He didn't know anything about teaching, heck he couldn't even perform magic! What had he been thinking giving his approval to the old headmaster's plan? The elderly professor was obviously cracked, even if he did seem rather intelligent, what had he been thinking when he gave the man the ok?

"Damn it all!" he finally swore; cramming his head into the fluffy pillow that had been conveniently close to hand. Being a teacher wasn't the only problem he currently had; what about returning home, and the fact that he was pretending to be human? Kagome might have sent him here for a reason, but she hadn't even bothered to converse with him. Granted, she might be dead and he might be crying his eyes out for her, but that didn't mean he wanted to be her personal messenger boy; especially when he didn't even know what the female wanted! He had already saved the world; couldn't he just live his life normally? All he wanted was to be accepted by his brother and fellow demons, which was now possible as his blood was now pure; but instead of letting said event happen she blasted him who knows where! Didn't he deserve a break of some sort? Even a tiny one?

Before long he removed himself from the pillow and threw the covers off of him before he stood up with majestic grace. Rubbing the tears off of his face that he had shed for Kagome; he stood up and headed for the sack that held his kimonos so he could cover up his nudity and perhaps find out what was the hell was happening.

"Stupid bitch," he muttered with disdain, although the tears ruined the effect, "Why'd she have to pack so many kimonos? Do I look like a fruitcake?" he ripped through the cloth of the sack, choosing the closest kimono to hand, which happened to be a blue and purple, before grabbing a purple sash to ensure his dignity, the ends reaching to his ankles.

"Because of your station, my lord," a voice suddenly decided to reveal itself, causing Inuyasha to jump with shock, his eyes racing around the room to discover its source as his hand mechanically moved to his hip to grab the sword that was not currently positioned there.

"Whose there?" Inuyasha growled, although it did not give the desired effect as he no longer possessed his fangs. He growled again, translating the words the voice had said before he suddenly barked out, "And I'm no lord!" He was pissed enough already about the fact that he was currently lost; having voices suddenly speak to him did not cheer him up, even the slightest. Had he finally lost it? After being disowned by his family and being cursed with a fifty-year long enchanted sleep, it was rather remarkable that he had stayed sane as long as he had. Was he finally losing it?

"Who am I?" questioned the voice with deliberate slowness, "Check under the black kimono and all secrets will be revealed! I am Rorris, The Enchanted Mirror of knowledge! It is my job to serve you, my lord, and I will do so oh so gallantly!"

Inuyasha was about to exclaim that he had finally lost his marbles as he searched through the silk, producing a black kimono before discovering a mirror.

"My subconscious is kinda clever," remarked the demon with raised eyebrows, "But there his no way in hell that this thing talks. There's enough talking crap around as it is,"

He snorted with disbelief before placing the mirror on the dresser, ready to grab the sandals of hell and make his escape before his plan was interrupted by the imaginary voice.

"Crap," he repeated with pure astonishment, "And here I thought you would appreciate me, your lordship. I do posses the knowledge you so secretly seek. Besides such language should not exist in someone as fine as you, my lord,"

Before Inuyasha could convince his muscles not to, he found himself kneeling in front of the mirror, the lust in his eyes was more than evident, "You know how to get me home?" he breathed with enlarged eyes, no longer caring that he was sharing a conversation with a mirror, "Why didn't you tell me, dammit!" Now that was gazing at the mirror, he could see the reflection of an old obese man with graying hair and white eyes. He knew the image in the mirror was not a reflection of him and he was wondering if the mirror possessed the spirit of the gray-haired man.

"Because you are here for a reason," the mirror spoke with insane calmness, not seeming to care that Inuyasha had deadpanned. Inuyasha growled softly, his eye twitching ever so slightly. The mirror spoke again, whether it was because he had more to say or he feared for his life, Inuyasha knew not, "There is information I can tell you. Information that will surprise you more than words can express,"

Inuyasha stopped growling and instead wrinkled his brow before questioning, "And what information can freak me out like that?"

"Well," the mirror announced as the image began to tap his chin thoughtfully, "Perhaps the fact that you are hundreds of years into the future and your species no longer exists… that and you no longer reside in Japan, your lordship,"

The demon lord's eyes where several sizes larger than they normally where as he digested the information before snorting in annoyance, "Hundreds of years into the future? What kind of shit is that? The only way I can get into the future is by traveling through Kagome's well, which resided in Japan the last time I checked!"

"Your lordship," Rorris clucked his tongue, "If the Lady Priestess can turn you into a demon and defeat Naraku don't you think she can travel through time as well? Besides, you have no idea where you are and you are quite a scholar when it comes to Japan's geography,"

Inuyasha sunk to the floor, his kimono billowing around him. The mirror, Rorris as he liked to be called, had a strong argument. He was quite elite when it came to Japan's topography and he had traveled through time before. The headmaster and the professor had both been dressed odd, but he figured that that had to do with the fact that they where both human (or part). He hadn't even caught a whiff of a demon scent and hundreds of years ago there weren't such things as witches and wizards. At the time he thought that was there words for priests and priestesses but there magic was different from Kagome's and he knew that there weren't enough humans with miko magic to be able to form a school. With that and the fact that the mirror seemed to know everything about him; he had formed a hypothesis that he was sure was true.

"Did Kagome send you here?" the ex-hanyou asked, arching his eyebrow in thought. Rorris seemed slightly surprised at this new topic of conversation, but all he did was smile mysteriously before pronouncing, "I am hear to guide you with your magic and help you with any need that transpires; if I believe my help is needed, my lord,"

Inuyasha nodded thoughtfully, decided that the human had had a part in the creation of the mirror before he blinked as he suddenly remembered the first words the mirror had said, "I don't have any magic! What type of idiot do you take me for?" he remarked quite loudly, his eyes twitching in arrogation, "Why don't you tell me how to go home and I might just not break you into tiny little pieces!" Granted breaking mirrors was most certainly asking for bad luck, especially when said mirror talked, but he was too annoyed to care. Couldn't the mirror just tell him and let him be on his way? He was a demon, not a mage!

"I'd figured you take it this way," the mirror smiled most cheerfully, almost like his threat hadn't affected him even the slightness, "Most demons do. Only a few have the gift of the magic that flows through you, and you are the most powerful yet! Don't seem so upset, your lordship, with your magic, your fencing ability and your pretty face you'll make a perfect lesser lord of the western lands!"

At this point the mirror was quite lucky that he wasn't several stories lower and broken in little pieces. In fact he was lucky that the demon hadn't revealed his true form and wasn't currently tearing him up with his claws. But with his white knuckles and his growling face it was more than obvious that he was planning to.

"How about this?" Rorris suddenly asked, breaking the brunette out of his homicidal day dreams, "I'll test you for magic. If you have it you must promise to study under me. If you are as non-magical as you believe, I'll tell you the route home. If you truly believe in what you tell me than you have nothing to loose, your lordship,"

Inuyasha didn't even pause to ponder the bargain before he nodded his agreement to the mirror. The image smiled, making the lord falter for a mere second before he glared back, "How's this test going to work?"

"Simple," the mirror pronounced, "I'll give you the instructions of how to perform the simplest of spells. If you try, and I will know if you don't, and nothing conspires out of it you win. If the magic works then I am the victor,"

It seemed simple enough and so Inuyasha tilted his head in consent. In perfect bliss the enchanted mirror began to explain the process of a fire spell.

Half an hour later Inuyasha was swearing in every language he knew.

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He hated summer vacation.

Any normal and sane human being would have immediately placed him in a mental hospital if they had heard his confessions; but he had a perfect reason to hate the holidays as he did. It wasn't that he enjoyed writing essays and studying for exams; that was Hermione's department. But he'd prefer writing a ten page essay for Snape then spending one day with his relatives. They hated him for being the freak of nature that he was and the only comfort he was given was a bed, slightly stale food and clothes at least five times to big. About a day or two a year he was given chocolate and that was mostly because they where scared of Social Services coming and stinging there perfect record of innocents.

That proved how stupid the government truly was, especially the magic one. He had seen with his own two eyes the rebirth of Lord Voldemort, one of the foulest creatures to roam the planet. He was aware of the names of most of his followers, he could explain the ritual that Voldemort had arisen from and he knew how Cedric had died. And yet the Ministry of Magic had done absolutely nothing. It had truly been pathetic.

It had taken the Ministry a whole year just to believe that the Lord had risen and took them an entire month just to begin making preparations for any attacks the evil wizard would command, an entire year that Voldemort had to plan his actions and expand his troops. The Ministry was being more helpful to Voldemort than they were to the public, even if it was purely accidental.

But Harry Potter's anger at the Ministry was more subdued than normal and his angst at his relatives was more than forgotten because in less than five minutes he would be with the Weasleys and he wouldn't have to live with his relatives until next summer, which was the year he came of age. Needless to say, he was quite jubilant.

And that was the reason why Harry Potter was currently sitting on the curb at least two blocks away from his house, practically bouncing on his trunk as he drummed on his owl's cage with strained patience. He only had a few minutes to go, granted that they didn't arrive late (which was more normal than arriving on time). He had managed to snatch a Mars Bar away from his over obese cousin and he was chewing it as he waited for the turquoise car to magically appear.

Somehow managing to fool fickle fate, the Weasleys arrived about fifteen seconds early before they piled out of the car; revealing Arthur, Molly, Ronald, and Ginny Weasley before Lupin and Tonks appeared. After several hugs from Molly, and a 'Wotcher, Harry,' from Tonks, they were all on there way to the burrow with a smiling Mr. Potter in the back seat.

Tonks and Ginny were having a surprisingly serious conversation about hair potions while Remus was conversing with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. The only quiet people in the car where Ron and Harry, Ron because his instinct told him Harry wasn't in the most cooperative mood, and Harry because he wasn't up to conversation.

Granted he was happy that he no longer had to suffer living in the same house with his cousin, but that didn't mean he was jumping for joy. He was quite jubilant that he was heading to the burrow but he couldn't help but think of his godfather and curse fickle fate.

It had been because of his stupidity that Sirius died that night. He had had a false vision sent to him by the Lord of Evil that his godfather's life was endangered. The true story was that Voldemort wanted him to retrieve a prophecy that described both of there fates. However the prophecy ended up ruined and his godfather was killed. It was most certainly a night he would always remember.

And that was why Harry was currently trying not to cry.

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Hogwarts totally rocked.

It might have looked completely awesome on the outside; but the inside was unbelievable. Almost everything moved inside the castle so whenever he entered a room he would leave it to be entranced. There where transparent ghosts that glided through the walls and photographs that held complicated conversations. The food was spectacular and served by short elves that actually enjoyed being servants. If it wasn't for the fact that he most desperately wanted to return to feudal Japan he would have stayed there forever, and he was being literal.

The days where almost clockwork and he soon discovered a routine; the mornings he woke up and enjoyed the large baths that where the size of swimming pools and had every fragment available. From there he traveled down to the kitchens to get a muffin and some pumpkin juice before heading to the library to try and figure a way to travel to his world. From there he usually had a cup of tea with Hagrid before heading outside to train physically with his sword. After that was magical training with Rorris before he had dinner (which was usually a small sandwich or such) before he headed to the library; this time trying to figure out how he was going to manage to teach teenagers defense. After that he headed into the forest (usually using his new found powers as a shape shifter) to try and map out the Forbidden Forest for clues to get home. Then the cycle started all over again, which was really beginning to bore the Demon Lord.

Life was relatively simple, too simple. He was used defending his life day in and day out while searching for the shards. With Sango, Miroku, Kagome and Shippo by his side things never got dull. But now there were no demons with life threatening poisons or Naraku to breathe down his spine. For being in the middle of a war, the humans rarely ever saw bloodshed. He was getting a bit paranoid with becoming out of shape and being threatened by a specimen he could not defeat. Because of that he subconsciously began to train endlessly and he started to consume only two muffins a day. Something needed to be done before he tore his hair apart with frustration. It wasn't until a month had passed that the headmaster decided to grant him a way to stomp on his frustration.

The school year was beginning to approach and wizards and witches alike began to appear with trunks loaded with there yearly possessions so they could prepare for the next school year. Most of the teachers grew fond of him, although Inuyasha was completely clueless as to how.

Madame Pomfrey, the school nurse, practically hit it off with him. Rorris was teaching him powerful magic and one of the areas he excelled in was healing. Somehow Madame Pomfrey came upon an idea that once the year ended he could become her assistance and the new head of the healing ward as her retirement was approaching; how she figured out his fantastic skill of healing he would never know.

A lot of the other teachers saw him as a child. McGonagall, although stern, approved of him although she hadn't at first when she glimpsed at his face. Flitwick had become friendly with him for some odd reason and was teaching him wizardry dueling techniques (although he wasn't aware of the fact that he wasn't human). In fact all the teachers liked him to a certain extend except for the Potions Master, Professor Snape.

He hadn't been positive at first how Snape developed such feelings, as he always tried to act more polite than his usual bastard self. It wasn't until Snape granted him the knowledge himself that Inuyasha finally understood what was going on. It seemed that Snape was not entirely please with his job occupation and was in fact interested in his own! The demon wouldn't have truly cared either way, that was if Snape hadn't opened up his mouth and said that he was too delicate for such a position! Snape truly was lucky that Dumbledore was in the room or he would have found out what it was like to face a demon's fury.

However the real excitement came after the teachers had settled down for the school year. It seemed that while the war was at a stand hold, action was taking place behind the scenes. Surprisingly there was a group that was entirely separate from the Ministry and was against the Death Eaters in the war, a group called The Order of the Phoenix. Inuyasha also found out that Dumbledore was the head of the order as well as the head of the finest school of magic alive. It also seemed that Dumbledore was interested in him joining the order.

"The Order of the Phoenix is a ferocious force against Voldemort," Dumbledore had started after he had given him an opportunity of sucking on a lemon drop, "However, unlike the Ministry we do not have to worry about the Prophet nor of publicity as we work in the shadows and usually have the most dangerous of missions," Inuyasha liked the sound of that. "We will truly understand if you have no will of joining such an order, all we ask for is your silence,"

Inuyasha snorted, "What shits in your brain? Of course I'm joining the Order of the Blue Jay!"

And that was when the year was finally beginning to get interesting.

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The burrow was a total racket; even more so than usual.

Even without the aid of the Weasley twins, shouting was going on as well as explosions and massive bursts of smoke; the Order of the Phoenix was having a meeting. Why they where having a meeting at the burrow; Harry was entirely positive, all he knew was to chop all the vegetables that came flying towards him and to ask questions later.

Tonks have originally been in charge of the chopping of vegetables but after she cut herself and burnt the celery, she became in charge of sitting near the fire and directing people towards the table outside in which Lupin and Moody had enchanted so it was almost half a mile long.

Mrs. Weasley hair was in static as she raced throughout the kitchen, turning appliances off or on while cramming the arms of her children with plates and instructing them to take it outside. Crowds of witches and wizards where tumbling out of the fire, some where offering to help while others deemed it safer to watch at a 15 ft radius. Almost all of the food was placed on the table somewhere and by Tonks recollection, only the professors of Hogwarts had to appear.

"Snape better not come," was all that Ron muttered before getting hit in the head with a spatula.

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"There is no way in hell I'm entering that fire," Inuyasha muttered to the ever so faithful Hagrid who was staring at him with a look of pure astonishment, "You've never used Floo Powder before?"

Inuyasha shook his head dumbly, "We don't used Flay Powder in Japan!" He used that excuse several times. No matter how much Rorris crammed into his head he couldn't learn absolutely everything. It was one of the reasons why he kept his kimonos. They were annoying as they showed more than he felt comfortable with, and if he ran or fought his legs up to his thigh would be visible; but it had certainly came in handy when he questioned the name of a cookie.

"Its Floo Powder," Hagrid corrected, "All ye need to do is jump into the fire and yell 'he Burrow," For someone who was explaining the proper method of jumping into a flaming pit, he seemed insanely calm. The demon began to tug his kimono with frustration before he glared at the fire with pure hatred. McGonagall had informed him that dinner was going to be provided and so he wore one of his more expensive kimonos. He had hoped that when he had joined the order he would be fighting evil not arranging his hair and jumping into fires.

"Tis simple," Hagrid informed the demon when they where the only two left, "I'll go first and I'll catch you so you won't fall, 'k?" Inuyasha wasn't sure if he was personally pushing his buttons or the jest was entirely coincidental. Which ever one it was, Inuyasha soon found himself using Floo Powder for the first time.

"I wish I was back in Japan," was all he could mutter.

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