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Warnings: Incase any of you are wondering, this is placed under teen for a reason. There is some mild swearing, but nothing huge. And besides, this is Inuyasha we're talking about, aren't you used to it?
Strange Magic
Chapter 3: The Werewolf
By yllom21
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or InuYasha; if I did there would be no Rosary Necklace.
Leaving Tonks in charge of the kitchen was suicidal, leaving her in charge of the cleaning would lead to an asthma attack, but leaving her in charge of the Floo Fire would be ok, or so Mrs. Weasley previously thought.
"There's only Hagrid left," the pink-haired women informed the redhead who was pointing the other professors out into the garden. To any formal events that included Hagrid, he always arrived late. Because of his massive size (He was, after all, half giant) he couldn't squeeze through the Weasley fire place. They always had to enlarge the fire before the giant even attempted to travel through, sometimes he even got stuck half-way in between. Hagrid had to go last because no one had the patience or the skill to keep an enlarged fire place open for long, and besides who wanted to waste there time temporarily ruining the Weasley's living room?
"I'll help you enlarge it, dear," Mrs. Weasley informed the shape-shifter as she handed her daughter a tray of meat loaf. Rolling up her sleeves in dignified manner she flicked out her wand and headed towards the west end of the room while the younger female headed to the east. The only other people left in the room where Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny. They where friends with Hagrid and were planning on greeting him; Ginny even sacrificed the numbness of her hands to see Hagrid again, after all extra credit always came in handy.
Tonks raised her hand as the redhead ordered the children to stand back. Starting to back up; Hermione was alarmed when she saw the fire turn a dark emerald green, "Watch out! Hagrid's heading over and the fire isn't enlarged!"
Tonks started to run towards the fire to inform Hagrid to stay back if he still valued his life, when someone whirled out of the fireplace. The missile spun for a mere second or so before he began crashing into Tonks, sending them both sprawling to the ground. Everybody winced, imagining the poor state the fireplace would be in and the even poorer state of Tonks, only to open up there eyes in pure shock.
It wasn't Hagrid who had emerged from the fire but rather an unidentifiable wizard (Ron was convinced that it was a witch) who had someone managed to stop himself from greeting them in an undignified position on the floor. Tonks eyes were screwed shut, although she began to open the hesitantly, a surprised look appearing across her face when she realized she was not a pancake. The fireplace was in perfect condition and surprisingly the wizard didn't look worse for wear for someone who had just been flung from a chimney at atomic speed.
"Who are you?" Tonks managed to splutter out. She had had a conversation at least once with every member of the order and a pretty young boy clad in a kimono did not strike her memory, "You aren't part of the order!"
The brunette looked even more confused then them, that was until he flashed them a smile, "I'm new, joined the order just the other day," His voice had a light accent to it, although it was unidentifiable. Although guessing by the looks of his expensive kimono, he appeared Japanese.
Mrs. Weasley seemed to snap out of the trance that she had currently been frozen in, "This way, dear," she informed the teen, "The dinner's taking place outside," And with that said she bustled out of the room, followed by a more graceful Inuyasha. The children glanced at each other with looks of curiosity and followed, leaving a frazzled Tonks to greet Hagrid.
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Hagrid had been correct when he had addressed Mrs. Weasley as a master chef, but that didn't seem to help his lack of appetite. The dinner had started after a few gibberish words where expressed by the headmaster to which Inuyasha only blinked at and began to ponder the professor's sanity. After the fire was enlarged and the half-giant finally managed to join the party, he seated himself to the left of Inuyasha and began to cram tons of food into his mouth. The demon had a suspicion that if the food was weighed it would weigh more than he did, but he kept his hypothesis to himself. After all, the man was part giant and with his incredibly large size it would be alarming if he ate normally.
"You ate before you got here?" a pink-haired girl asked, startling the demon in disguise out of his ponderings. She had been watching him throughout the meal, probably due to the fact that he accidentally crashed into her. She hadn't seem upset by said incident and had been stuffing herself with a speed that almost surpassed Hagrid's; however she had stopped half an hour earlier.
The demon shrugged and glared at his muffin. He hadn't devoured anything the entire day, trying to force himself to eat more at the dinner. However all he had managed to stomach was a muffin and some butterbeer. With such little action he had no desire to eat.
"I did that once," Tonks went on, not seeming to realize that he wasn't up to socialization, "However whenever Molly is cooking something, I make sure I'm hungry,"
Inuyasha nodded in agreement, although he hadn't truly been paying attention. His lack of appetite might have alarmed somebody else, but he had never had a large one anyway. When he was a child he had been more pressed to make sure he wasn't murdered to pay much attention to his meals. It probably had something to do with his slender frame.
"What's your name, anyway?" Tonks questioned, seemly just realizing that she was having a conversation with an unnamed stranger, "I'm called Tonks, and I'm the youngest Auror alive!" she said the last bit with obvious pride, squinting at him with a questioning glaze.
Shrugging after he decided it wouldn't hurt; he introduced himself, "They call me Inuyasha, I'm from Japan," he tilted his head at her, just digesting the latter of the information she had just conversed with him, "You're an auror? How's the Ministry taking this? A lot of the news doesn't make it to Japan,"
The female immediately brightened up, as she wanted to express her knowledge with everyone else, "The Ministry is just starting to prepare for the war, new offices are being made and the auror ranks are being upgraded! There's talk of sacking Fudge and everyone is pissed at someone else, and all suspicious like. The Ministry isn't going to make up for all the time they lost in time, or at least that's what I think,"
It didn't look good, how could the human's be so careless? Just because they wanted something, it didn't mean it would happen! Did they honestly think that if they pretended Voldemort didn't exist he would just vaporize? Demon Lords may have been arrogant but at least they ruled wisely. If the Ministry didn't wise up the entire world was screwed, and that included him.
"It doesn't sound too good," he informed Tonks, who nodded in agreement. She may have been hyper and clumsy, but at least there was a brain of some sort inside her head.
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For accruing after such a long enduring meal, the meeting was painfully short. The Minister officials explained in much greater detail all Tonks had conversed with him. Dumbledore was surprisingly pleased; they were after all a step forward from refusing to believe in his reincarnation.
Inuyasha also learned that most non-human races were presently neutral. The centaurs hadn't budged an inch in there last campaign and weren't likely to do so now. The merpeople had no desire to fight, although if they were forced to choose sides they would team with the light. The werewolves were teetering from side to side and the vampires were ignoring everything, not wanting to bother themselves with human debates. They had continually repeated that if they engaged themselves in every human war, they would never have a time for peace. Inuyasha personally agreed, although he did not express it.
But besides info that was shared between the light and dark, there wasn't that much private news. An elderly auror and his team had gotten a hint that Voldemort might be camping out in Siberia, but that likelihood was close to zero. There was also a hint that Death Eaters might attack a school in Australia, but there was no motive as to why. Personally, the demon thought that the Order was slightly behind the times. If this was all the info they had then they were already screwed and he would be dragged down with them.
Besides, he seriously wanted to kick some ass already.
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For being wizards that had successfully snuck in and out of the Ministry of Magic, there spying skills tremendously sucked.
"Can you hear anything?" Hermione preached into Ron's ear, trying to stretch so she could hear as well. For someone would practically snored out rules and regulations, her will to spy on the order was highly odd.
"They got some spell blocking us out!" Ron moaned, adjusting the phone ever so slightly as he tried to hear more than static, "I don't think we'll be able to hear anything!" For living in a house were the Order practically slept, the gang knew a surprisingly low amount of info about the dark side. Most teens would have just shrugged and returned to there sacks of sugar, but Harry, Ron and Hermione were infamous when it came to getting into trouble, so they had to spy whenever they could to keep up the tradition.
"It's no use," Harry sighed pessimistically, "They are the Order of the Phoenix, if we could spy on them, then the Death Eaters would be having a party!" He threw his phones down with disdain, glaring at them and there poor ability to spy when it truly mattered. Ron followed suit and before long they were giving off blood-thirsty death glares.
"What do you think about the foreign wizard?" the female suddenly asked, cruelly forcing the males out of there day dreams. The two of them blinked at her before they slowly digested the question. It took them quite some time to think up a good enough response.
"He seems a bit young to be an auror," Harry said as he scratched his chin thoughtfully, "And if he's in the Japanese Ministry, I don't see how he would have a high enough position to send him all the way to Britain," He gazed at them with a questioning glance, silently pondering if they had noticed his youthful face as well. The atmosphere of seriousness was broken before a reply was issued as the redhead suddenly announced, "Are we even sure they he's a wizard? He looks more like a witch to me!"
Ron was nursing a bruised noggin for an entire hour.
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Even though the official meeting was over, Inuyasha still found himself at the Burrow. All the professors were staying behind to continue conversations and as he was in no hurry to jump into a roaring fireplace by himself, he soon found himself sitting on a rock in the garden with a glass of butterbeer.
The wind had picked up, displaying his silk hair for everyone to see. The demon was debating between braiding his hair or just letting the wind use it as a play toy when the wind suddenly changed direction, causing the awkward house to creek and a new scent to appear.
Even though he appeared to be human, he still possessed all of his demon senses. The scent of the humans annoyed him, as they caused his nose to stuff up. But the scent that he was currently debating on seemed to be only part human and part something else. It wasn't like Hagrid who he now knew was a half-giant. The human scent in this specimen was much greater and after debating for second he realized the other scent seemed related to that of Koga's. It didn't take him long to come up with an accurate hypothesis; he was a werewolf!
Biting his lip softly, Inuyasha reviewed the dilemma. Did he dare risk approaching the wolf? The demon wasn't positive, but he was sure that a werewolf's sense of smell was a great deal stronger than that of a human. There was a strong possibility that the wolf would be able to tell that he was as non-human as he was. But he would probably need allies in this unspeakable quest, and having an ear on the werewolves' doings could come in handy.
Frowning for just a second longer, the brunette began to stride towards the wolf. His instinct was telling him to go for it and besides, he was never one to hide in the shadows for long.
Said werewolf was alone in the pasture, watching the teens fly on there little magical broomsticks, a book his hand. When a goal flew into the redhead's net, he nodded his consent causing Inuyasha to believe that he was a referee of some sort. He had light sandy brown hair with a few grey spots, most likely because of his transformation. His robes were shabby and made Inuyasha feel awkward in his silk kimono. However his nose seemed strong, for he was still a good few meters away when the wolf turned around with enlarged eyes, his hand reaching for his wand that tapped his magic. Grinning, he was beside the man before he could draw his wand, plopping down beside him with majestic grace. The werewolf tensed, excepting some sort of attack, but being Inuyasha, all he did was wink, smirking at the man's surprised expression.
"I never met you before," announced Inuyasha, predictably going straight to his chosen topic, "Although I'm a bit surprised that you're here at all. If it was I, I would tell everyone that I felt like crap and spend the entire day in bed. Being a werewolf must hurt like shit," He paused as though he was sincerely interested in what is companion had to offer, adjusting his kimono as he blinked up towards the brown-haired man. Said werewolf looked a bit shocked, and being bored at the lack of conversation, Inuyasha continued, "And just for the sake of sanity; I'm no stalker. If I spent my entire life following someone else, than my life must be crapper than becoming something uncontrollably savage every month! Besides, you are well aware of the fact that I am no human, so can't I be as intelligent as you? I do have my moments!"
There was another pause of silence, but this time Inuyasha did not interfere. After all, he had just spoken more than he usually did in a month, and there were almost no curses! If he let himself carry on then he might turn into some sort of saint, and that would end up with the lost of his sanity, which he was already starting to loose. Why hurry the process?
Lupin, for that was the werewolf's name, was silent as he digested the younger man's information. He had openly admitted his bloodline to him, although he had not received his species, but it was still enough! Lupin always tried to hide his blood, and yet the child had spoken like it was not important at all! That and Lupin never smelt anything quite like this foreign stranger, who was he?
"What's your name?" Lupin finally asked, "In case you don't already know, I am the lone werewolf in the Order of the Phoenix, Remus J. Lupin," he paused and stared at the brunette, preparing himself for any insults, but all the boy did was sweep his hair out of his face and smirk at his companion, "They call me Inuyasha! I'm from Japan and I'm the newest member of the Order of the Sparrow!"
"And?" Lupin prompted, not even noticing the boy's mistake, "What species are you?" he sniffed at the boy, trying to pinpoint its scent but so far the answer eluded him. The lavender-eyed boy just raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Not human!" he announced, "Haven't we passed that stage already? Let's move on, dammit!"
"But if you're not human," Lupin said slowly, "And you're no werewolf, vampire, veela, centaur or merman… then what are you?" He frowned suspiciously at the stranger. As a wolf he learned and memorized every scent there was to know. The only time he had ever felt so befuddled was when he was a pup, and that was ages ago. Who was this stranger?
"Inuyasha!" he repeated with exaggerated slowness, "I know for a fact that we already went over that!" he ignored the man's stuttering protests, "And no butts! I swear, even Koga speaks better than that!" and he walked away with a delicate grace, turning around to wink once before he disappeared.
Remus Lupin sat in a shocked silence for quite some time.
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There were many things that Inuyasha learned with his stay among wizards. One was to always check stairways for vanishing steps, falling hurt your ass like crazy. Another was to have a hidden stash of water balloons ready for perverted ghosts, waking up with a peeping tom outside the window did not serve his memory well. And another was to ignore scowling Potion Masters, for they were even better bastards than he could ever hope to accomplish. But if there was one thing that Inuyasha never forgot, it was his new phobia for crowds.
Granted one could never call Diagon Alley anything short of magnificent. The shops littering its streets were one of a kind, filled to the ceiling with snapping and color-changing objects. There were robes of the most terrible maroon, cauldrons made from fountains of gold, books that ate stuff for breakfast and little toys that moved. But that jubilance in Inuyasha's heart had left him as he entered the crowded thicket.
School was approaching and the crowds were even larger than usually were. Wizards wearing robes patterned silver sequins walked next to wizards with filthy cloaks. Snarling women crashed into smiling ladies at a minutely basis. On his short walk to the bookshop, Inuyasha almost got his kimono ruined by a boy and an ink jar, he was crashed into almost a dozen times and his toes were stepped on repeatedly. But the worst of it was a group of young wizards who accidentally bumped against his ass; the little hoodlums were lucky that they reached the shop in one piece.
"Whew," the demon muttered when he finally reached the bookshop. Determinedly he straightened his kimono and headed towards the Dark Arts section, trying to find a book that Professor McGonagall had recommended, "Those people are fucking savages!" If he was going to jump into a roaring fireplace, couldn't it send him somewhat closer to his destination? Or did the world just enjoy antagonizing him?
It seemed the world did like antagonizing him, for the book he was looking for was missing from the shelves and it took the stock boy an hour just to find it, and then he had to wait in the line to actually pay for it. It was a humongous relief to leave the shelter of the store behind, as wadding through the storm of foaming humans was better than watching the second hand on the clock. But that was until he heard it.
At first he had been positive that his partly insane mind was just loosing more of its sanity, but after he heard the muffled moan again and again, Inuyasha finally decided that he wasn't completely crazy, and the sound he heard was real.
"It better be some kids fucking like rabbits," was all he muttered.
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By the time he had reached the alley producing the noise, several minutes had passed. He had been ruder that usual, shoving people out of the way as he had flicked more people off than usual, however it was worth it. His instinct was flaring like crazy and the noises got louder and were soon followed by the distinct smell of blood. Something was terribly wrong, and yet he seemed to be the only one who noticed.
The alley were the sound was escaping from was identical to the others. Dark, dreary and dank most people would give it a wide berth and head towards the ice cream stop instead. But Inuyasha was not in that category; after all he was one of a kind. Besides, even though he acted like a bastard most of the time, he did have a passion side. And the blood he could smell seemed familiar, although it was to faint to place.
He began to ran, reaching the end of the ally at lightening speed. Half-way there he had been able to place the scent and he had been shocked with the results. It was Remus Lupin, the werewolf in the Order of the Raven. Sure he had to fight if he was a member of the order, but then why wasn't the ally warned? Why weren't there reinforcements, and why wasn't Lupin fighting back?
"What the hell is going on?" Inuyasha demanded as he reached the end of the ally. The participants of Lupin's torture stared up in shock, surprised at this sudden and swift visitor. One or two stirred visibly, trying there hardest to hide there silver-coated weapons and disappear. But the rest of them grinned, obviously not believing him to be a powerful threat.
There were at least a dozen wizards in the ally, surrounding a bleeding werewolf. At least two of his limbs were broken and blood was splattered everywhere. All the gashes were glowing, proving that they had been inflicted with silver-painted weapons. With the amount of blood and Lupin's wreathing mass, anyone with a lesser stomach would have retched before they could reach a bathroom. But this is Inuyasha we are talking about, who saw decapitated heads with foaming mouths on a daily basis. However he was pissed, as this was obviously planned out. He hated being antagonized for being a hanyou, and he wasn't going to let anyone else be familiar with that pain.
"Get the fuck away from him!" the demon finally cried, his hand going mechanically for his sword which was no longer tied at his waist. Cringing mentally, he prepared himself for some powerful magic, should the need arise. The wizards didn't move at all, besides mechanically nodding and hands moving. They were obviously using some type of code, and so Inuyasha stood ready, glancing at Lupin who was in grave need for medical attention. This wouldn't take long, it couldn't take long; Lupin's life was in the balance.
"What's a pretty little bitch like you doing down here?" the leader finally slurred, grinning at the brunette who just snarled in disdain. He had obviously meant to insult him, but he pushed his buttons more than he had realized, "You're playing with the big guys, bitch. Leave now before somebody gets hurt. The scummy werewolf's goanna die, but you won't be so lucky. I know someone who would appreciate you…" he traveled off, leaving Inuyasha to his own devices. Lupin's face held a look of horror, whether it was over his predicaments or his own, the demon wasn't sure.
However there was one thing that Inuyasha knew and that was to never piss of a demon. The wizard had just make a graze mistake, one that would cast him his life. "I warned you! Now enjoy your life in hell!" there was a loud cracking sound, and the humans stood gaping at the demon whose eyes were redder than that of hell's furnace and whose power seemed to be greater than Dumbledore himself, "Die!" he finally screamed.
The wizards knew no more.
Whew, that was a disturbing ending. I didn't like the beginning of this chapter much, although the ending was a pretty neat, although perhaps a bit rushed… Tell me what you think! I love reading your reviews!
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