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Warnings: A bit of swearing, but this one has barely anything, for Inuyasha is out of it for most of it. Those that wanted more Harry action finally got it! Please leave reviews folks!

Strange Magic

Chapter 8: The Student

By yllom21

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Inuyasha. For all those that wanted the gummy worm, I'm afraid the government took it (tear). Have a cookie instead.

The first thing he noticed was that it was peaceful.

He almost never had dreams with such precision, such detail, it was obviously just a dream yet it seemed almost real. This was how it felt whenever Harry James Potter had a vision about Lord Voldemort, or more correctly Mr. Tom Riddle. But usually he never had enough time to map out the area or chart out the scenery and yet here he was, admiring the elm trees and the cherry bushes. No Death Eater was in sight and no screams of terror could be heard.

Something was not right.

Walking hesitantly around the forest, Harry avoided all trees or any upturned roots, although he was transparent, he didn't think walking through bee hived tress would be good for his mental health. He was lacking enough in that area as it is.

The forest was surprisingly very pretty. The sun could be seen through the leaves and tree branches and even though it was later in the day, creatures still scurried about. A squirrel sat upon a tree branch a good ten feet from the group cautiously nibbling a nut before tossing it over the edge in distaste. A bird flew by followed by a slower yet less flashy bird. Harry trooped along, casting gazes at all the places and correctly assuming that he was not in the Forbidden Forest.

Then where was he?

Casting a cautious gaze towards the direction of a lone wolf, Harry's pace quicken unnecessarily only to come across the most disturbing revelation so far. He had come to a river, not exactly deep but probably the clearest and most beautiful patch of water Harry had set eyes upon. A few rocks were scattered here and there and trout and bass could be seen by the naked eye. Although it was pretty and most certainly unnatural, it only held the curious gaze of the Gryffindor for a second for standing in the river was something Harry new for certain did not exist.

Had he not been so enchanted by the mere glimpse of the creature he would have signed himself up in asylum himself.

He was a creature that Harry had never learned about in Defense or Care of Magical Creatures class. The most noticeable feature was his hair, which was past his waist and was a lovely white that gleamed with such brightness that Harry absentmindedly swore was whiter than snow. His back was to him, and Harry noticed with astonishment that two fox-like ears were on top of his locks, the exact same pure white as his hair. His skin was paler than porcelain. But more noticeable than that was that the creature was currently naked and Harry sighed with relief for his pure white hair covered anything that would have been immodest for Harry to see. He was obviously taking a bath, as the herbs scattered about obviously proved.

Harry sifted forward slightly, still nervous for going any closer even though he didn't truly exist in this plane. It was quite rude to sneak upon a man while he was bathing, but his hair hid everything and he kept his gaze upon the creature's ears. He wasn't interested in losing his modesty but rather noting if fox-ears were the only nonhuman thing this being possessed.

It was quite by accident that Harry noted that he wasn't the only spectator, but they were obviously watching for lust rather than accidentally stumbling upon him and being slightly curious. Something sparked in Harry's mind and he wished he could tell the being he had an unwanted audience. And then it happened.

The creature tilted his head just the slightest, it wasn't obvious to the jittering audience, but it was enough for Harry and his seeker-eyes. The being knew they were there and Harry sighed with relief as he noted the creature's features. The beings face was beautiful, almost like that of a veela. He had markings on his face, a band under each eye and a star on his forehead. The beings mouth opened slightly and Harry noted fangs, but the thing that hit him the most was that he had the most beautiful shade of gold for his eyes, and said eyes were gazing at the hidden spectators, although it was not obvious at all to the spectators. And then Harry heard them.

"He's a pretty bitch," one of them drawled forward, his voice soft as to not forewarn the creature, although it was fruitless for the being already knew, "I'd like to take him to bed, but he looks like a virgin, we should get a pretty penny of him at the market, didn't the neko lord want a new pet?"

Harry's blood turned cold and he desperately wanted to stun them with his ever-so-faithful wand, but he didn't exist here and any attempt was worthless, but the thing that hit him the most was that the creature did nothing. It was more than obvious that he knew of there existence for although he kept bathing there was a certain prick to his ears that was unnoticed to the normal eye. They were talking about making him a sex slave, didn't that upset him even the slightest? Had it been Harry he would have hightailed out of there, screaming profanities loud enough to wake the dead, yet he didn't even twitch.

"He'll pay enough for us to get a new castle, he's far prettier than any past pet of the neko lord, and he looks easy enough to bag. My men are on the other side of the river, I give the single and they'll pounce," the man chuckled and Harry noticed in surprise that he had three eyes and yellow teeth, "Isn't that his kimono on that rock over there? I doubt he'll be getting it anytime soon, I've got better clothes for a bitch like that," and just like that the ugly creature slightly brought his hands forward, the palm's up and before he knew it, the men pounced.

They never made it across the river.

There were at least a good score of them, all ugly brutes like the men in the bushes. One had multiple eyes and another had ten arms, but none of that was of grave important, but rather the mess they were in was. The trees had moved forward in a flash of an eye and they were entangled in vines with thorns larger than a man's waist, and a purple liquid was spooling forward.

"Unfortunately for you," he finally purred, his voice surprisingly familiar, "I am not a bitch," And just like that he pounced. His moves were to fast to follow, his actions to quick to place. All Harry knew was that one second he was in the river and the next he was standing in the center of a circle of the fallen men.

"I would say I'm sorry, but then I'd be lying," he smirked down at the fallen men, some who had no heads and others who had foaming mouths, "But forcing creatures to take care of another man's pleasure is as unjust as one can become,"

Walking away from the corpses, the still nude creature (Although his hair was either in the way or he was so fast, Harry saw almost nothing) headed towards where his kimono was stashed. Pulling it on, he tied it still with a golden stash and Harry realized with a start that Professor Inuyasha had the exact same kimono, and he had the exact same length and style of hair. But before he could ponder it further, the creature spoke up again.

"I'll let you go because you were just falling orders," he spoke to the men still trapped in the vines, "But I'm afraid that the embarrassment of being beaten by a bitch like me will be punishment enough," as he was walking away, Harry noticed with a start that the creature shook his butt at the creatures before smirking at them in a familiar way, "Catch me if you want to, but I'm afraid there's no fucking way you'll succeed. Have fun shitting!" and just like that the creature jumped into a tree and disappeared in a flash.

Definitely the mannerisms of Professor Inuyasha, who else gave someone luck in shitting?

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Madame Pomfrey couldn't help but worry about the livelihood of her young charge.

He had been out for five days, just like she had predicted, and should be awakening in an hour perhaps two. But Madame Pomfrey, being Madame Pomfrey couldn't help but stare at him and worry, what if he never woke up?

She had never heard of an occasion were a seer went into a coma and never woke up, but that that didn't mean it wasn't plausible. Seers were rare, especially those who had visions like these. Once you added the fact that he was young and inexperienced and that this vision had been particularly painful, it became a cause for concern. If any seer was going to go into a coma, it would be him.

She adored Professor Inuyasha. Granted her affection hadn't been created because of his looks like so many of the females out there had most likely been. Instead she adored him because he was stubborn and firm to his believes and despite his rash personality and his sarcastic manner, he was actually rather intelligent and a keen strategist. He was also a master healer, although she had noted that some of his styles were unlike her own. He had most likely been train in Japan, whose magic was a great deal different from there own. Madame Pomfrey wanted Inuyasha to become her apprentice come next September and while she made sure he knew of all the proper procedures perhaps he could teach her some of his Japanese styles. Inuyasha could not die on her.

Frowning down at the patient laying in bed, she gently stroked his hair well aware of the fact that he would have swore a marathon had he been awake.

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Harry Potter frowned at his alarm clock.

He knew he had had a dream, but he was frustrated to no end over the miniscule fact that he had no idea what it had been about. It had most certainly not been Voldemort related, for his scar didn't hurt a cent nor did it sting. And he was pretty sure that it had not been a normal dream, he usually remembered those and they were usually about such nonsense as in winning a game or playing with his friends. But if it hadn't been abnormal or normal, then what category was left for it to be?

Shaking his head slightly, Harry pondered exactly what he should do.

It was quite early in the morning; to early his internal clock system couldn't help but screech. But sleeping was out of the question, he couldn't sleep with so many thoughts jumbled in his head and he wasn't even a tiny bit tired. He could have gone outside to ride his broomstick but it was still quite dark outside and he could hear thunder in the distant. Better not chance it. He wasn't hungry enough to go to the kitchens, and Dobby was probably working so he couldn't converse with Harry. The library was closed and if he dawdled around in the common room, he would find himself pondering this new development to no end.

Then it hit him, Professor Inuyasha!

He had yet to continue teaching his classes, although the teachers told them that he was not to seriously injured and that he should be teaching in less than a day. There was a rumor spreading about that he was in the hospital wing and although it hadn't been proved it was most certainly not because of lack of trying. But then again there was a rumor going around that he had accidentally turned his hair green and the teachers had yet to blast the barricade he had created so they wouldn't see him in his less than dignified state, so it wasn't exactly reliable.

But that didn't mean Harry James Potter, proud member of Gryffindor and the last of the Marauders wasn't interested enough to find out.

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Hermione Granger flipped a page in her book with earnest.

Japan was simply fascinating to read about. She hadn't spent much time on the subject, something she had been horrified about when she realized her mistake. Japan, unlike many other countries out there, was pro muggle. Granted the muggle population did not know they exist, but the Japanese were all for muggle and wizard unity. But as they were smaller than countries such as England and the Americas they weren't exactly keen to be blasted to outer space.

But they were still a fascinating read.

Surprisingly enough Japan was one of the few countries that had no school of magic. Japan wasn't exactly the largest country around, and it was a well know fact that most Japanese wizards had immigrated to the states or Europe a few good centuries ago but the few that stayed in Japan were marvelous.

Young magic users learned under a master in which there skills were. They became apprentices and they learned a certain trade (perhaps two) such as healing. The Japanese had such a variety of talents that made up for there small population. In quantity they were the worst but they were the best come quality.

There was also the fact that they learned muggle techniques. Fighters fought with knives and swords as well as magic and muggle history was well known to all wizards. They were also pro magical creatures. They were friends with werewolves and vampires and besides wanting to tell the muggles of there existence, they wanted Europe to end there biased feelings about different species.

Hermione decided that she was definitely visiting Japan sometime soon.

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Harry hoped that the bulk of the invisibility cloak was not too noticeable under his school robes.

Granted he was exactly breaking the rules, it was pretty normal for Madame Pomfrey to get a student or two a day claiming either illness or bad sleeping and she would give them a simple potion. And he wouldn't be lying if he told her that he hadn't had the best nights sleep, but a guilty feeling was stirring in his heart for although his excuse his good, his intentions weren't exactly just. But his curiosity was just too much; he had to know what was wrong with Professor Inuyasha.

He was planning on asking Madame Pomfrey for a simple potion and while she was searching her cupboards for the right vial, he would quickly sneak into the infirmary to see if Professor Inuyasha was in one of them beds. If it was all successful he would have a quick diagnosis before Pomfrey was able to find the right vial.

So, besides feeling a little flutter of guilt in his chest, Harry entered the Healing Ward to try and find Madame Pomfrey.

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Voldemort smiled in unconcealed anticipation.

His Death Eaters had finally been able to retrieve the Sacred Dagger, and they managed to do so with a bang. The massacre was everywhere, the highlight of every newspaper. He had wanted to stay in the dark for a while to fully prepare, something that had been a cinch since the Ministry had practically handed it to him gift wrapped. The world may have known they existed, but now they knew that he was ready for war.

Harry fucking Potter wouldn't know what hit him, neither would that old bat Professor Dumbledore. The Scared Dagger led to a power Voldemort knew was impossible to beat…

… The power of a demon!

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Harry peered around the office door in hope of finding Madame Pomfrey.

She shouldn't have been that difficult to find, she never left the healing ward except for meals and sometimes not even then. But then again she could still be getting some shut-eye, it was rather early after all, but Harry had a feeling that Madame Pomfrey wouldn't be sleeping much with Professor Inuyasha in her care.

And he was right.

Sitting in her office was a tired and somewhat glum Madame Pomfrey. There was a variety of herbs stashed in front of her and a cauldron was beginning to steam. Harry correctly guessed that she was in the middle of making a healing potion and he hoped this wasn't a bad time to interrupt.

"Madame Pomfrey?" he voiced, his voice filled with a questioning plea. At first he had wondered if he couldn't just simply sneak past her and sneak a peek into the healing dormitories, after all she looked absorbed into her work. But because of past knowledge Harry knew she had some type of spell on the doors that would alarm her to Harry entering. He was breaking the rules, yes, but he could do what he attended by breaking less rules that the previous plan allowed. He decided to play it safe.

"Harry Potter," she gasped with a start, almost spilling too many pink flower petals into her concoction. Harry felt a seep of happiness spread through him because he knew the look Madame Pomfrey gave him wasn't because he was famous but rather she was pondering over the fact of how he had managed to hurt himself again. Harry visited the ward so often she had a bed reserved just for him.

"I didn't sleep that good," Harry informed her, not even bothering to reply to her startled response, she was well aware of the fact that he was indeed Harry Potter, "Could I have a small sleeping potion? If you have one in stock of course," She blinked at him for a second; obviously pondering over the fact that Harry had come by on his own free will before she stood up in a deliberately slow fashion. She was well aware of the fact that he had always managed to get into trouble at the least likely of times. Was he up to something?

Deciding that refusing to help a patient, whether he needed it or not, was totally unorthodox, Madame Pomfrey beckoned for him to follow her as she led him into the dormitories where she stashed a large supply of potions.

"Do you have a headache?" she questioned, "Or perhaps fatigue?" she was obviously trying to figure out the best potion for him, will he himself was trying to look around the room without being to obvious. But she kept looking at him whenever she asked a question and he was finding it hard to look around. At this rate he would have to use the Invisibility Cloak without her noticing, but with her charm on the door and the fact that it looked like she wasn't leaving anytime soon, Harry wished he had thought up a better plan. Lucky for him fate was finally on his side.

"Holy Shit!" a large recognizable voice echoed around the room, "Someone fucked away my virginity!" Harry almost dropped the potion Madame Pomfrey had given him.

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It had hurt like hell, and he hadn't even known why.

The first thought that had came to him when his senses finally began to return was that the bed he was in was not the one Headmaster Dumbledore had granted him. It was smaller for one thing and much firmer, that and the pillows were humongous. Before his senses had completely returned he realized he was not in his sleeping kimono but instead he wore the pajamas the westerners were so fond of wearing and that it was several sizes to big as well. And combined to the fact that he had a killer headache to boot and his ass wasn't exactly in the best shape, a bad mental image popped into his head. And as Inuyasha seemed to be in a very Inuyasha-like mood, he naturally had to screech the worst possible scenario down everyone's ears.

But that proved he was at least semi-okay.

"Inuyasha!" a certain Madame Pomfrey shrieked, causing Inuyasha to focus on the elderly lady instead of his own health. He had noticed Madame Pomfrey and a student whose name he had temporarily forgotten was in the room, constant vigilance and all, but he had been more concerned about the fact of his not so good health. Now he focused his attention on Madame Pomfrey for the first time in a few days.

"Hey Madame Pomfrey!" he announced with a grin, obviously wanting to pretend he was a-okay even though it was hard to trick the master healer, "What's shitting?"

Some things never change.

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Harry had almost fallen over when he had heard Professors Inuyasha's words.

Had he been raped? Out of the million situations he had pictured causing Inuyasha's lack in perfect health, that had not been on the list. But now that he thought about it, Inuyasha was rather pretty and he had read in the paper that many of the more pretty folk had been raped at the massacre. It was possible, but quite mind-blowing. Inuyasha was only a year or so older than him! No one deserved for that to happen, but especially not to someone like Inuyasha who had unintentionally informed them that he had been a virgin.

"You weren't raped," Madame Pomfrey tried to sooth Inuyasha as well as Harry. There was a light scarlet hue dabbed across her cheeks proving how delicate this subject really was, "But how do you feel? Are you sore and stiff? Is there real pain?" she tried to find out what Inuyasha's symptoms were, but so far it wasn't going so well. Inuyasha seemed just as clueless over the situation as Harry was. Perhaps he did not remember what occurred just after awakening? Sometimes after Harry just woke up he didn't remember that he was the-boy-who-lived. It was the best time of the day, but it wasn't helping the current situation any.

"What happened?" Inuyasha questioned, but before Madame Pomfrey could give a good response, Inuyasha's eyes enlarged to a size Harry had never seen them. He was obviously remembering what had just happened. Harry felt pity reign through him as he saw Inuyasha gaze into space, and it didn't help matters much that the look painted across his pretty face was one Harry had never seen him wear before.

It was one of pure sadness.

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It was mind-blowing.

At first he didn't remember anything about the dream. He had been annoyed, perhaps a bit afraid but that was nothing compared to the pure agony he felt when the vision began seeping back. He remembered all the ear-breaking screams, the unmerciful pain and the pain-filled torture all the citizens of Patterson Village had gone through. He needed to get out of here and clear is head. He needed to calm himself before he cried. Sesshomaru had always said crying was a sign of weakness, something Inuyasha didn't need at the moment.

He somehow managed to get up, trying his best to ignore the healer and the student. An annoying voice in the back of his head reminded him that he was in pajamas, ones that weren't his, but at the moment it wasn't anything of grave importance. He needed to get into the forest and just free himself. Running and tree jumping had always calmed him in the past, and even though it didn't relieve him like crying did, he did not want to show another bout of weakness again.

"I need to get out of here," he informed the witch, ignoring any protests she might have. Instead he began to run out of the ward, although he made sure to do so at a normal human-able pace. He may be a demon, he may pretend to be ruthless and he was able to kill without a thought, but that didn't mean that he didn't have a heart.

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Harry watched in surprise as Professor Inuyasha fled the healing ward, before he yelled back to a startled Madame Pomfrey that he was going after the fleeing brunette.

He was a fast runner, Harry couldn't help but notice, but he was used to running away from Dudley in his primary school years and being a seeker had done wonders, yet he was still having trouble with keeping up with Professor Inuyasha.

"Wait up, professor!" he called out in a most likely useless way. Inuyasha wasn't the type of person to listen to anyone, not even Headmaster Dumbledore. He had always admired the teen for that, that and his spunky attitude and wonderful teaching abilities. But he never went for anyone for help either and at the moment Harry knew Inuyasha needed all the help he could get.

In fact Harry was so wound up in his thoughts that he almost didn't notice Inuyasha make a noticeable change in direction, but he just managed to notice the door closing behind the brunette in time.

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"Fuck the world!" Inuyasha couldn't help but swear, "Damn it all!"

The world was against him, that was a fact, but why did the kid have to follow him when it was more than obvious that he wanted to be alone. Either the kid (Wasn't his name Larry? Or was it Harold?) was incredibly stupid or his logic was similar to that of the late Kagome's, to stick there nose into things that did not concern them. But that didn't matter at all, except for the fact that the kid wouldn't stop.

He would have been able to let loose his agony in the forest, had it not been for the troublesome boy, but instead here he was crying his fucking head off. He was stronger than this, he really was! He had cried enough already over Kagome's death, and now he was crying over a bunch of strangers? If Sesshomaru knew he would never hear the end of it. As it was his head was antagonizing him enough to be the work of two people.

"Fucking ball of shit!" Inuyasha managed to let loose as a charade of tears fell from his eyes, "I am so fucking weak, why can't I shut the hell up?" Almost to make it worse, the kid entered the room and managed to gaze upon his less than dignified state.

What the hell did the world have against him?

Damn it all, this chapter royally sucks! I hate the ending, but I was dragging the chapter out. It's already 500 words over the maximum limit, and if I kept going it would have been more than a 1000 words over. I am so terribly sorry I made you wait for this terrible chapter! Please leave reviews, some advice would help me wonders!