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Strange Magic
Chapter 7: The Dream
By yllom21
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Inuyasha, but I do own a melted candy bar and a gummy worm. You want it?
She liked Inuyasha.
Her first impression might not have been so, he had seemed like an even prettier dumbass then Lockhart, but after a week or two have passed she had noticed that they were nothing unlike. Inuyasha actually had a brain, although at first sight it did not seem to be so. He acted like a badass punk, smirking and telling off people only for said person to figure out an half an hour later that the remarks he had issued had been honest and well thought out, he just said them in a strange way.
And even though she had earlier promised that she would never befriend the Japanese Professor she later found herself having small friendly chats with the teenager. Sure she wasn't as close to him as Hagrid or Poppy was. The earlier who had a strong connection even though they had met less than half-a-year ago, and the later who had practically claimed him as her apprentice and would have begun teaching him the finer points if Dumbledore hadn't stepped in. No, he was just a friendly associate, someone who she had tea with every now and then. But despite that she felt a connection and she knew that if he was in danger she would rush to his aid.
And that was why Professor Minerva McGonagall, Professor of Transfiguration and Deputy Headmistress was rushing throughout the building in her nightdress, she had heard a ear-pitching scream coming in the general direction of Inuyasha's room.
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It would have normally struck him as odd, being slightly transparent and hovering a few feet off the ground, but for some odd reason it didn't really seem that relevant.
The area around him wasn't that scary at all, although he had expected it to be so when his body had pitched forward in pain and he had screamed, something he was really going to punch himself for when he was in the right state of mind. But instead of facing an intruder that had somehow managed to break through his mental force fields, he had found himself in this place, which was almost so beautiful it was indescribable.
If he had been in his normal state of mind he would had started to cuss insanely, before pondering exactly what had happened. But instead he began to zoom across the country side, not even pausing once to ponder the mere fact that he was flying, a skill he had never possessed before. He was happy, insanely so, something that not even Miroku had managed to do when he had slipped Sake into his water.
But, naturally of course, the rush of happiness was not going to be staying for any good period of time.
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Professor McGonagall wasn't the only inhabitant to hear the scream.
When Hagrid had first met Inuyasha, it had been in the forest. It had started out to be a normal day, but then he had heard a scream sometime mid-afternoon and had gone off to investigate, carting off his abnormally large crossbow. He had found Inuyasha, with quite a befuddled expression and he had been so surprised to see someone who looked as exotic as he did, with his blood-red kimono and his long midnight black hair, that he had forgotten to question why he had screamed in the first place.
But although he never found out the reason why, he did know that the scream he had just heard was exactly the same to the one Inuyasha had let loose on that beautiful summer day.
Grabbing his crossbow and quiver of arrows, Hagrid headed to the castle.
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Giggling madly, Inuyasha wondered why he had never flied before.
It really was an unexplainable experience, the rush, the excitement, the whoosh! Whether or not he could describe it in words, Inuyasha cared not, but he did know that he would remember the feeling, even when he returned to the right state of mind.
If he had paid attention to the minuscule details, he would have noted a few facts. Instead of wearing the white sleeping kimono he had adorned earlier that night, he was wearing his favorite kimono, the blood-red one engraved with swords and tied with a golden sash. He also would have noted that even though he still wore his ruby necklace, he was no longer in his fake human form but his demon form, which was odd because he was sure he had fallen asleep quite human.
But he didn't even realize the small facts, nor did he question them, a very un-Inuyasha-like thing to do thank-you-very-much, but instead he soared after a regal butterfly, which was also a very un-Inuyasha-like thing to do.
Besides, he was approaching a town, a small country-like town by the looks of it, and any hope of Inuyasha noting the minuscule details were greatly minimized. The sun was beginning to fall and the small children were beginning to go to bed. Inuyasha noted the fact that it was a muggle community, although he didn't realize that they unable to see him until he flew right though a building.
Any hope of him coming back to his senses was demolished for Inuyasha just laughed at the incident instead of spluttering curses, which was a very un-Inuyasha-like thing to do.
He seemed to be doing a lot of un-Inuyasha-like things to do lately.
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Professor Snape wondered why he had even bothered to get out of bed.
Who cares that he heard a blood-curling scream? He wasn't into heroism and plenty of other professors were closer than he was to the scene of the crime. But after a slight realism he flew out of bed and grabbed the nearest black robe before he ran, although at a reasonable pace. The scream had seemed to come from Inuyasha's room and although he previously wouldn't have cared, as he had probably just caught sight of a spider; there was also the tiny possibility that he would discover what was so fucked up about the Japanese Professor.
He wanted Inuyasha out of the school as soon as possible.
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Inuyasha had never seen a muggle town before.
Sure Kagome had showed him a good deal of technology and he had seen her house and neighboring ones, but at the time had hadn't spent so much time gazing at the landscape as he was now. Wizard cities were fascinating in there own way, but because they were positively terrified of muggles finding them out, the cities were unusually small and annoyingly cramped. But these cities had plenty of room to walk (or fly) although it didn't make much of a difference to the invisible and currently not-really-existing demon.
He began to investigate, watching the few children still outside playing some type of throwing game, a few adults having some wine on the patio and a young man propose to a flushing female and he couldn't help but wonder why his childhood couldn't have been the same.
Any continuation of that thought was silenced when he heard a scream. He began to turn around to see what had caused it only to feel a white-burning pain in his chest.
He let loose another blood-curling scream a few seconds later.
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Once she heard the second scream, her pace became even faster.
At first she had begun to wonder if Inuyasha was doing an extremely bad prank and that the scream had not been issued because of pain or terror. She hadn't heard any more sounds come from Inuyasha's general direction, and even though she didn't slow down her pace, her heart began to lift and the the panic that had circled through her had begun to extinguish, until she heard the second scream.
Previously she hadn't been aware of the fact that she could run faster, but before long her pace had increased amazingly. Perhaps it was adrenalin or perhaps she had issued forth an accidental spell, whatever the case she soon slammed opened the door to Inuyasha's room, skidding to a stop near the foot of his bed.
What she caught sight of was not what she had originally expected.
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The pain was worst that being stabbed in the gut with a poisonous sword.
Were the pain had come from, Inuyasha was not certain, but he wasn't the only one feeling it. Below him in the once peaceful muggle neighborhood was pure chaos. Gliding down the road with pale white masks and baggy black robes were Death Eaters, casting spells at the surprised and soon terrified muggles.
Crying out in surprise when a child fell to the wand of a tall Death Eaters, Inuyasha drew his sword from his sheath with such speed and accuracy that only a true master could accomplish, only to stab right through the Death Eater without said man even flinching. With all the excitement, Inuyasha had temporarily forgotten that he didn't truly exist here and nothing he could do would affect the outcome.
But that didn't mean he wasn't going to try.
Issuing forth his demon magic, Inuyasha tried to call the plants forward to ensnare the evil Death Eaters, only for the plants to ignore his very existence. Growling with rage, Inuyasha tried to use his claws, only for the same result to occur, and then he tried to just use his bare hands, only for them to go straight through his opponents head. He was unable to give aid to the villagers.
Growling in anger, Inuyasha soon felt another agonizing pain crawl through him, and even though he tried desperately not to, another scream came forth.
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Nobody was there.
No Death Eater was in sight, nor was a trouble-making student. The room was empty except for the Japanese Professor, who was making enough noise to wake an army.
He wasn't dressed in his normal kimono, instead a pure white one that had no sash and only came to his knees adorned him, but she didn't even bother to note this little detail for there was more pressing things at stake.
Oh, like for an example, how Inuyasha was practically having a seizure in bed.
Any blankets or sheets that had once entangled him were on the floor, some many meters away. His eyes, instead of being screwed shut, were wide open and the pale lavender was practically glittering in pain. His mouth was wide open and McGonagall feared that if he continued to issue forth so much noise he would be mute by the end of the day.
But the most pressing matter was the fact that he was rolling around and kicking in all directions in an almost-to-fast-to-see pace. He was obviously in very much pain and McGonagall was clueless as to what to do.
Try to wake him up? No, she wouldn't be able to get close enough to shake him without getting whacked in the process. What about using a full-body-binding spell? No, magic might cause more pain. Trying to stop him from breaking a bone or two? Yes, but how to do so?
McGonagall suddenly wished she had read the book on healing Poppy had given her.
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It was almost like the pain he was feeling was coming from the villagers themselves.
He watched, unable to do anything and in so much pain it wouldn't have matter if he could, as the muggles were tortured by men who were almost unimaginably cruel.
He watched a little girl who had earlier been sitting on his father's lap listening to a story, forced to kill her father brutally with a knife. He watched the scene with a befuddled expression, not shocked by the bloodshed (he had seen plenty in his days) but over the fact that humans could actually do such evil. But before he could fully comprehend, he felt an ice-freezing burn appear in the exact same place were the daughter had stabbed her terrified father.
He watched as a man raped the newly wed women, forcing her husband to watch in agony, only to fill the same agonizing pain between his legs. He watched Death Eaters break bones in pure bliss, feeling the same agonizing pain in the same limbs. Crying over the pain that would have probably killed a hundred mortals, and forced to watch such torture take place without being able to stop it, Inuyasha wondered why the world hated him so.
After all he had saved it once, wasn't that enough to redeem his sins?
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Blood was beginning to appear.
She had finally decided that watching the teen suffer through such agony without at least trying to give some aid was undeniably cruel. She had stepped up, grabbed one of his thin wrists rather forcefully in an attempt to get him from flailing all over the place. It might not reduce the pain, but McGonagall knew that breaking bones would not help the matter even the slightest. But surprisingly Inuyasha was a great deal stronger than he looked. He had used enough strength to free his arm that it was comparable to the strength that Hagrid put in his crossbow. Most likely he wasn't that strong but rather it was just a result of adrenaline.
Footsteps were beginning to appear; many footsteps and McGonagall realized in thankfulness that she wasn't the only one to hear the youngest professor's agonizing screams. Deciding that any attempt to stop Inuyasha while in this state was futile so instead she called out to her fellow professors, "Someone go get Poppy! He's having a seizure!" she yelled and in relief she heard one pair of footsteps run off in the opposite direction, obviously hearing out her advice, while the rest of the teachers rushed in.
The small drizzling of blood that had previously not been of great concern, although it had confused her because there was no reason for him to be bleeding so, now was concerning, for the small drizzle had turned into a flood. His cries were now filled with spluttering and he tried in unknown agony to speak around the mouthful of blood. And there was more. Blood on his chest was beginning to appear, although there was no stab wound or other reason for such liquid to seep forth. And the least obvious, although personally the one McGonagall was most afraid of, was the blood that was seeping through his legs.
It was almost like he had been raped and later been stabbed in the chest.
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The pain was indescribable.
Before long everyone was suffering from the hands of the Death Eaters and no aid had come to there rescue. Inuyasha was feeling the pain of all the citizens combined, although it was multiplied by two, and even though Inuyasha was no stranger to massive injuries, it still hurt like hell. Near the end of the massacre Inuyasha was in so much pain that he unconsciously blocked out the screams and terror around him as he invisibly floated around in semi-consciousness. It wasn't until the pain had completely stopped that Inuyasha was able to recognize his surroundings, but the absence of pain also meant one more thing.
The city was utterly destroyed.
The buildings were burnt to a crisp and any of the muggles that had escaped the clutches of the Death Eaters had been burnt alive. Children were left in piles; there faces holding such an agonizing expression any relatives would have been unable to recognize them. The good-looking young adults were scattered about with there pants pulled down to there ankles, blood surrounding there legs and knives driven into there hearts. The old and elderly were twisted in positions they previously would have been unable to twist into. And not one of them was alive.
For the first time since Kagome died, Inuyasha felt tears sting his eyes.
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McGonagall felt herself sigh in relief.
Dragging Inuyasha all the way to the Hospital Wing had been more difficult that previously visualized, especially without the aid of magic. He had kicked and wiggled with such energy that he was probably more energized then teenagers who had just engulfed piles of sugar. Not only that but he was small and skinny and although he was unconscious he had somehow managed to squeeze through Hagrid's arms more than once or twice.
Then there was the screaming and although it was ear-deafening, McGonagall was more disturbed near the end of the journey when his mouth had been opened yet no sound came out than she was at the beginning of the trip. To make it worse, the blood flow began to increase in speed as well as velocity. Soon his entire kimono was soaked a blood red and his chin and legs were smeared with blood.
But thankfully near the end of the trip both the wiggling and the soundless screaming had stopped, but when tears began to pitch down his face, McGonagall couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be alright.
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Inuyasha was so entranced with the dead bodies of the villagers he almost didn't overheard the conversation between the Captain of the Death Eaters and one of his soldiers.
"Did you find the Sacred Dagger?" The Captain muttered to his employee, "It was suppose to be here, in Patterson Village! The Dark Lord will have our toes if it isn't here!" he seemed scared, almost as though Voldemort was already aware that they had so far been unlucky in the findings of the one and only Sacred Dagger.
The other Death Eater snorted in a smug way, and although his face was still hidden by the eerie mask, he seemed proud of himself, "Here," he smirked, "I found the Sacred Dagger!" he held a rather long Dagger, as it was almost the size of a small sword, that was engraved with emerald, rubies and sapphires. The metal of the blade almost glimmered in the darkness and the hilt was that of gold.
"Perfect!" the captain crowed, delighted that the task had been completed and his head would stay attached, "In a few days we'll use this bugger to strike fear in the worthless muggles' eyes!"
Then they cantered off, leaving a confused and highly upset demon-in-disguise in there wake.
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"He should be fine," Madame Pomfrey assured a worried Headmaster and staff.
There object of concern was no longer kicking or mumbling and with Madame Pomfrey's care he no longer looked injured but asleep. His sleeping kimono had been too bloodied and ripped to ever be successfully repaired, and had been thrown out. He was now adorned in a borrowed pair of pajamas that was obviously a size or two to large. His hair was spread around like a dark halo and his pale face was no longer splattered in blood. Bandages adorned his chest and legs and any tears had been whipped off.
"What was wrong with him, exactly?" a timid Professor Sprout issued forth, a question that had been on plenty of minds. Although Inuyasha had stopped struggling in the early morning, it was now late at night and he had yet to awaken. Defense Against the Darks Arts classes had been temporarily canceled and the students were voicing there concern. For once the staff was almost had clueless as the students.
Soon after they began to notice the disappearance of Professor Inuyasha, owls came noticeably later than usual with newspapers attached to there legs. On the front page in bold letters was the news everyone feared, Voldemort had begun the war by destroying an entire city, and no one had survived.
Inuyasha hadn't been the only one to shed tears.
"He had a vision," Madame Pomfrey answered, ignoring the dumbfounded expressions, "Although vision might not be the proper word for it. I believe he saw the happenings of the Patterson Massacre, but not only did he see it, he felt it,"
"What did you mean, felt it?" McGonagall spoke up this time, a bit disbelieving about the magic of Divination, but seeing the proof before her. Inuyasha's squirming and screaming had been no joke and although she was aware that most Divination wasn't real, there were a few out there with the gift.
"As you all know, there are many kinds of Divination out there. Tea Leaves and Tarot Cards are usually false, and when true they are vague. A crystal ball in the hands of a true master can be powerful although it is also vague. People with even the smallest gift can have prophecies, although there are many meanings and are difficult to comprehend. The most difficult type of Divination out there, and one that does not lie, is visions. The Seer will either have to faint or be unconscious for it to work and they cannot control when it occurs or what they see. However the meanings behind the visions are easy to understand and it is very detailed. However the downside to such visions is that the Seer feels any emotions in the vision doubled and they can sleep for days to get back there energy. I think this is what happened here. Professor Inuyasha saw the massacre and he was in so much pain he screamed and woke us all up," Madame Pomfrey explained, leaving no loopholes in her thesis.
"How long will he be out?" Dumbledore spoke up, being the first to fully comprehend exactly what Inuyasha had gone through. The pain would be indescribable, and the shock that he was a true seer didn't escape any of there minds. Madame Pomfrey looked semi-proud, semi-concerned, after all Inuyasha was her apprentice-to-be.
"I say about five days," Madame Pomfrey estimated, "Most are out for two, perhaps three, but this vision was incredibly taxing and painful, his body will need more time to recuperate. He's also rather young, and he is not as used to visions as older seers are,"
Nodding and glancing at the pale Japanese teen, the professors were on there way.
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"What do you think happened to him?" Hermione questioned her male friends, her nose still buried inside a book. Today had been rather shocking, waking up to find that Inuyasha was injured, most likely dangerously so because the staff looked concerned, and then later that day finding out about the massacre. Watching a few muggle-borns scurry of with tears in there eyes was not a happy sight. Also the guilty feeling that nobody they knew had died was almost as painful. But now that the surprise was over, they were trying to link Inuyasha's injury to the massacre.
"It's obvious," Ron snorted over a game of chess, "He's in the order! He must have gone off to try and help the muggles only to be injured in the process," he looked proud by his deduction and both Harry and Hermione had to admit that it was the likeliest solution, but a few facts did not add up.
"But the paper clearly stated that nobody was there in time!" Harry said as he frowned over the game of chess, noticing that he was about to loose yet again, "And none of the other professors are hurt! I also overheard Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout talking, they were confused as to what happened to Professor Inuyasha! If it was order business wouldn't they know?" a castle moved forward to take his bishop and Harry realized with a start that he was in check mate.
"You're digging to deep into this," Ron protested, crackling his fingers as he grinned at Harry over the board, "The newspapers are always wrong! And Professor Inuyasha could have been hit by an unknown curse! The other professors might have been injured but Madame Pomfrey healed them! I still say it's because of the order," Harry and Hermione sighed, but realizing that at the moment they couldn't find out what had happened to Inuyasha.
But one thing was decided, Inuyasha was more than he seemed.
Most definitely not my favorite chapter, I'm obviously not the best angst writer out there. Any critics are welcomed to help me fix this. Please review folks!