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Strange Magic
Chapter 9: The Plan
By yllom21
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha; if I did my kitchen would be filled with chocolate cookies.
He was quite surprised to say the very least.
Watching Professor Inuyasha sprint off like he was being followed by the god of death was surprising enough, but the fact that he ran off after being asleep for 5 days and severely injured made it even more surprising. If you added the fact that Harry found Inuyasha swearing his head of while severely banging his noggin against the wall in a manner that was most likely bad for his physical health, one cannot deny the fact that Harry deserved to be surprised over the dilemma.
But the most surprising part was that the brunette professor was trying his hardest not to cry.
"My emotions are so fucked up!" Inuyasha growled as he banged his head against the wall yet again, "I'm like pmsing! That's a headline for you, 'Male professor kicks the bucket because of fucked up ass-bleeding action' I can see it now," He continued to ignore his student, although he had paused for a half a second when he had entered, shooting him a hateful glare before returning to his swearing contest.
"Err, Professor Inuyasha?" Harry Potter piped up, wondering exactly how he could express his inner feelings to the Japanese teenager who could swear worse than a sailor on a foggy day, "Are you okay?" he slipped out, mentally repeating the action Inuyasha was doing to abuse his forehead. If Inuyasha had been in his normal mood he would have laughed at Harry and his bad topic-openers.
"Yeah, yeah," Inuyasha waved him off in an obvious form of dismal, "Fine, peachy, just fucking dandy, what'cha what me to say? I'm about to skip around like a fucking school girl on fucking prom day? More like the devil who just banished a person to his fiery depths of hell. Whoopee, huh?"
Well that was a bit more like the normal Inuyasha, sarcastic and rude, but the effect was ruined by the dismal fact that Inuyasha hadn't turned to face him during his long one-sided drabble.
"Say that to my face," Harry demanded, surprising himself with such a large amount of courage even Gryffindor couldn't have expressed. Why was he here again; to return Professor Inuyasha to Madame Pomfrey? Not going to happen. The best he could wish for was to make the lavender-eyed teen express what was wrong.
"Why are you here, anyway?" Inuyasha countered, successfully drawing the conversation away from the fact that he was kneeling on the floor, kimono billowing perfectly with his head bowed and his back facing the student, "What's your name anyway? Larry? Harold? Or was it hell fucking Jerold?
Harry paused in surprise, wondering if this was an act but he knew it wasn't. The tone in Inuyasha's voice had been sincere, and Harry felt happiness splash through him for the professor didn't know him as the golden boy but as a nameless ordinary student. But he kicked the thought out of his head for the moment, Inuyasha's health was much more important.
"Harry," the dark-haired Gryffindor informed the professor, "And I'm here to help you. Everyone needs help once and a while and if you need to cry just let it out. I don't need to know what's wrong, necessarily, but I'm a shoulder for you to lean on,"
Just like Harry suspected Inuyasha didn't turn around and immediately start weeping, in fact he didn't even bother to move a muscle.
"Crying is an act for children and the weak," Inuyasha informed the younger teen, trying to ignore the breaking in his voice, "And there's no way in hell I'm going to do so now! I'm fucked up enough already, not to add the hell-bought act of snot-falling and tear-rolling action! No fucking way. So leave me alone and go shit something!"
"Who told you that?" Harry questioned, ignoring the angry tone in the professor's voice and instead focusing on breaking in it. Inuyasha wanted to let loose his emotions, but his stubborn pride wouldn't allow him to. Granted Harry knew people who had a horrible amount of pride, but he had a feeling that Inuyasha was refusing to cry because he wanted to impress somebody, not to look strong.
"Look the business between Sesshomaru and me is private, so fuck off!" Inuyasha demanded, to pissed to notice the slip-up and as his back was still turned away from Harry he didn't see the triumph smile that graced the marauder's face. His back still to Harry, the demon-in-disguise fled but Harry didn't care. Inuyasha had let loose a clue that proved there was more to him that just a sarcastic attitude.
That and Harry had caught sight of the tears rolling down the professor's face.
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In the center of the forbidden forest Inuyasha cursed his stupidity.
He had let a little itty bitty shrimp get to him and now he was crying his ass off! He had let loose enough tears these last few months to fill an ocean or two, but that wasn't enough for the heavens, huh? Not only did he have to save the universe but he had to be the main source for water too! The world had something against him, that much was obvious. Inuyasha couldn't help but wonder if hell would be against his case too once he joined there ranks, but that was a possibility he would ponder on another day.
The main issue, currently as least, was that he couldn't stop choking up salt filled water!
Swearing enough to embarrass a sailor and perhaps a solider or two, Inuyasha finally managed to stop his crying. It wasn't until he finished whipping his face clear of salt that Inuyasha realized his slip-up.
"Damn the shit-filled world!"
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Who was Sesshomaru?
It was an interesting name, no doubt about it, and most likely Japanese. He obviously knew Inuyasha and they obviously didn't get along, but besides that? Harry highly doubted he would find Sesshomaru in the library or Inuyasha for that matter. Inuyasha may be a bit eccentric but he wasn't famous and Harry highly doubted his friend, arch-enemy or his blood uncle's grandma's nephew was in a book either. Inuyasha's slip up, if it could even be classified as a slip-up, was not that big of a deal.
He had been so happy when Inuyasha had blurted it out, too upset to fully function at his usual level of thinking, but if he had no idea who this Sesshomaru was, then how would it help him? A better clue would have been his hometown, or his bloodline. A random name didn't mean anything. The only thing he knew for certain was that this Sesshomaru was loathed by Professor Inuyasha.
But he was also respected.
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Why would anyone want to know the shit cycle of a rabbit?
After Inuyasha had recovered over the agonizing dream and cried all he could possibly cry, he realized the significance of the dream. The torture wasn't that important, besides proving to Inuyasha exactly how evil this Voldemort dude was. And neither was the rape, although it caused Inuyasha to unconsciously grab his ass. The important part was the meeting between the two Death Eaters.
But there was one problem; what in the land of hell was a sacred dagger?
Inuyasha knew this dagger was a one-of-a-kind, or snake-face wouldn't have risked starting the war. It was also something of importance and whatever they were planning on doing with it was going to occur real soon. And of course, naturally, since he was the only one currently alive who knew of said brilliant plan he had to do something about.
Just fucking peachy, huh?
He could have told Headmaster Dumbledore, sure, or maybe even one of the professors, but then he would have to explain his vision. How the hell could he tell someone his ass would never feel the same? And besides, he didn't want anyone to know he was a seer, if he really was one to begin with. He was fucked up enough already; let them think he got bonked on the head by some talking magic crap.
Which brought him to the point of why people were reading about the shit track of a rabbit; wasn't the book that would save the entire universe just a tiny bit more important?
Obviously not.
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Hermione Granger, proud Gryffindor and current bookworm of Hogwarts glanced over her book. Professor Inuyasha was in the library.
Granted it wasn't that odd to see a professor search the library for a specific book, Hermione had watched such occurrences before, but it was the simple fact that it was Professor Inuyasha that was doing said searching that made it much more interesting.
He obviously was looking for something specific, as he would glimpse in a book for a second before unceremoniously throwing it on the ground. But Hermione was also aware of the fact that Inuyasha was completely clueless as to what he was looking for, he had wandered from the seer department to the charm department and then to the transfiguration department, a trail of books following in his wake.
Hermione couldn't help but wonder what he was looking for, although he seemed to be irritated by the fact that he couldn't find it or so it seemed as he was muttering under his breathe, "Who cares about shit tracks?"
It could not be denied that Inuyasha was an oddball.
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Inuyasha did a little dance before running out of the library, scaring a few students and an owl as he did so; he had finally found a book that mentioned the Sacred Dagger.
It had been in the restricted section next to a book that had a dagger stabbed through it and was covered in some type of gory blood, Inuyasha would have been interested if it hadn't been the fact that he had found the right book! Grinning manically, Inuyasha tore it open like a mad man, successfully ripping a page or two before he found the chapter of importance.
The Sacred Dagger
By Evil Duncan Burger
Not much is known of the Sacred Dagger or of its origin, in fact it is highly doubted that the Sacred Dagger is still around. Created in the 200's B.C. the Sacred Dagger is the only force powerful enough as well as chemically correct that can destroy projected guardians and it can only do so on the sickle moon. A projected guardian was created about the same time as the Sacred Dagger, although by the opposite force and its main function is to protect a certain area till its death. The only projected guardian in current existence is the one guarding the Australian school for mages. Because of this many objects were protected there but now objects of importance are kept at Gringotts or Hogwarts. It is legend that a sacred text in an unknown language is safe-kept there, but not even the headmaster knows if it is true.
What a load of crap.
That was all they knew about the Sacred Dagger? It didn't describe how it destroyed the projected guardians or how a projected guardian even functioned! The only use it had was that Inuyasha know knew of the location of the next Death Eater attack and the probability was that they were after the Sacred Text.
And that's when it hit him.
Back at the first Order of the Raven meeting they had mentioned a small rumor that the Death Eaters were going after the Australian school of magic but it had been dismissed as just a silly rumor and no more attention was paid to it. But at least now Inuyasha knew he wasn't completely crazy to look for clues in freaked out dreams and vinegar-spilled books.
He was just a little crazy, that's all.
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Inuyasha had the most brilliant plan, or so he liked to think.
If the Death Eaters were planning on infiltrating the Australian School of Magic, destroying the projected Guardian and stealing the sacred book they would have to do so on the sickle moon, which was only a few days away. Said plan would fail if the Projected Guardian wasn't there and there was no book. They could destroy the school, but they probably were quite ignorant to his demon magic.
His plan was perfect.
Too bad he had never stolen anything of great value in his life, he had no idea were the Australia was let alone the school and the demon magic he would have to use to protect the school from severe harm would leave him exhausted for weeks.
But since he was the great Inuyasha and he never backed down no matter the odds he was going to go to a place he had never knew existed, do a task that could be harmful for his health and enter a war he didn't give a fuck about.
But he was getting bored with doing nothing anyway.
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Harry entered the library.
It was actually an amazing phenomenon, Harry James Potter best friend of the current bookworm, Hermione Granger, was entering the library on his on free will, not because the bushy-haired brunette was pulling at his collar, he had a report due in half-an-hour or he was researching a way not to be blown to little itty bits.
As stated, it was quite a phenomenon.
"Harry?" Hermione questioned, although how she knew of his presence when her eyes were trained on something in the opposite direction was questionable, "What are you doing here? Did you forget to do your Herbology report?"
Harry snorted; even Ron remembered that particular report.
"Actually I was looking for you. Is it illegal to go searching for a friend?" Harry questioned with a mock expression of bafflement, "Should I hand myself in now to save the Ministry from its embarrassment?" he would have continued for quite some time hadn't Hermione interrupted with a question. "What did you do now?"
Why did everyone think he always managed to get into trouble of some sort?
"Actually I was wondering if you ever heard the name Sesshomaru before," Harry responded instead of issuing a reply to her rather good question. Playing with Professor Inuyasha's emotions as he did, although for a good cause, was probably not classified in the category of normal.
"Sesshomaru?" Hermione repeated in thought, "It sounds Japanese… What happened to Professor Inuyasha?" She had been quite shocked to see the kimono-clad professor in the library, after all he had been unconscious for who knows how long, but now Harry knew something of the Japanese teenager.
Harry sighed and wondered if he was giving away personal info before he began to describe the previous experience he had with the lovely black-haired professor.
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Inuyasha smirked down at the black kimono.
He had worn it a few times, once on Halloween as he scared the ickle firsties (he had jumped out of the Weeping Willow tree) and again when he had taken the students out for a walk in the beautiful Forbidden Forest.
They had nearly wetted there pants.
But now wasn't the time to reminisce, instead it was time to start Plan: Laugh Your Ass of at Death Crackers. Granted it wasn't actually an eloquent name, but Inuyasha knew he was going to enjoy the experience whether he blew up the school in the process or not.
But despite his good humor attitude Inuyasha knew this was important. He was now officially going to enter this war and he knew the outcome of this self-appointed mission could affect millions. The children at the school would immediately be killed if he failed and who knows what Voldemort would do once he got the book. He didn't want a repeat of the Patterson Massacre, his ass still hurt, and so he needed to give it everything he had. Kagome had sent him here for a reason, hadn't she?
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Hermione blinked.
"Let me get this straight, Professor Inuyasha cried?" her voice was full of suspicion, obviously wondering if Harry had ulterior motives. Professor Inuyasha didn't just cry, if he was in pain he'd swear his ass off.
"Not exactly, he was trying hard not to," Harry shook his head, trying to get her to fully understand the situation. It would probably sound doubtful to anyone else, but he had been there and he had seen the brief look of pain in Inuyasha's lavender eyes. It had struck Harry's soul and for some reason Harry doubted that was the first time Inuyasha wore such an expression.
"But he was going to?" Hermione questioned, still not getting the point of the entire conversation. To her the fact that Professor sarcastic Inuyasha was crying was startling enough, she couldn't seem to absorb the other information. Perhaps he should have only told her about Sesshomaru.
"Let's get back on tract, what about Sesshomaru?" Harry questioned yet again, injecting a brief time of peace between the two of them before the brunette repeated, "But he was going to?"
Harry James Potter sighed.
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Inuyasha tied the black sash around his waist before he examined himself in the mirror.
He had never found himself particularly attractive and as he was far from vain such an occurrence rarely happened, but Inuyasha knew he had to be a bit more cautious then usual, even if it was just at tiny bit.
He had decided not to wear the scandals Kagome had presented with him, although it wasn't odd to see him trekking barefoot. He had also decided to wear a pure black kimono as well as a midnight dark sash. Why Kagome had such morbid clothes, Inuyasha didn't know, but then again he didn't particularly care. After pulling his hair back and pulling on a sapphire blue wizard robe and a red cloak, Inuyasha jumped out the window with a triumph smirk.
Hell was being raised tonight.
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Australia, Inuyasha realized with a raised eyebrow, was a whole lot different that Europe.
The people there didn't look too oddly at him, for his fake wizardry clothes hid his black Japanese kimono. Inuyasha usually didn't give a shit if he was stared at; he had been a hanyou all his life. But although he didn't care much about this mission he knew it would save hundreds of lives if it was successful. If he managed to steal the book before the Death Eaters did, it wouldn't be good if he fell under suspicion. Not for his safety, but for that of the book. It would be better if no one, not even a light wizard, knew of its new coordinates.
And so that was why Inuyasha kept on the robe and the cloak even though he was stifling.
The city he had floo powdered to was a lot smaller than that of Diagon Alley, but it was also free of muggle inhabitants. It was also cleaner and not a crowded, something Inuyasha was particularly grateful for, he had other things to worry about besides ignoring the horrible smells of too many humans.
Oh, for instance, exactly were this Australian magic school was.
Perhaps attempting to steal an object you knew nothing about from a place you previously didn't know existed was a bad idea. But was that going to get Inuyasha down?
No fucking way.
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Harry banged his head on a nearby wall.
When Hermione had finally gotten over her jealously that Inuyasha was even able to cry prettily, they were able to finally begin searching for anything about either there lovely Defense Professor, Inuyasha, or his mysterious enemy, Sesshomaru, only to come out empty-handed. There wasn't a single book out there about them, heck he wasn't even mentioned in the encyclopedia.
Harry had listened to Hermione's rambling for a whole hour for nothing.
"Are you sure this is of grave importance?" Hermione questioned with a raised eyebrow, pulling a devious hair out of her face, "You said so yourself that Professor Inuyasha is a good teacher, one that probably is not currently insane and is not a follower of Voldemort!" Hermione gazed at him out of the corner of her eye, obviously daring him to come up with a good reply to her question. After all if nothing was wrong with the dark-haired purple-eyed kimono-clad professor then why were they looking up info on him? Shouldn't they be more curious of Voldemort's first war? Or the answer to one of there homework questions?
"Just because he's not going to kill us doesn't mean he's one hundred percent normal," Harry replied with an air of indifference, pulling a random book off of the self, "There's something abnormal about him, and I think he's up to something and its not who he's going to scare next. And besides, aren't you even a little bit curious?"
Hermione chose not to respond.
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Inuyasha wondered how he got into this mess.
One could not deny that Inuyasha was far from normal. He was born the second son of a powerful demon lord and a common human princess. He became an outcast at the age of five, was able to control a powerful sword at the age of ten, fell in love with a miko, was sent into an enchanted sleep for fifty years, saved the entire world from Naraku and was then sent into the future. One would think he was used to it by now.
Obviously not.
It had started out fine. He had previously decided that the best way to find the school was to question about it, although discretely. He would talk to children mostly, or to elderly old ladies who had a craving for sitting next to pretty young men. They were the most likely to give away valuable information without even being aware of the fact that they were doing said act. Children were especially helpful when he dropped pieces of candy and the ladies were when he let his hood fall a bit.
Unfortunately for him all he gained was an empty pocket and a sore cheek.
And then, of course, naturally, something extremely bad to occur, simply because he was Inuyasha and he was fate's favorite chew toy. He just had to accidentally crash into a crowd of drunk and horny men didn't he? And one of them just had to grab his ass.
Oh yeah, it was fucking fantastic.
"What's shitting?" Inuyasha decided to address the men when he finally realized they weren't going to let go. He couldn't exactly beat the crap out of them in public, but he could beat them in a mental showdown. He was smarter than people made him out to be, and at times of grave peril he sometimes gained a witty mouth.
Them being half drunk had nothing to do with it.
"What's your name?" slurred the leader of the pack and the only one who didn't look around in pure confusion as they looked for the person that was currently crapping. Drunks were actually kind of funny. They were also loose lips, Inuyasha noticed with a smirk.
"The name's Bumble Hager Shit!" Inuyasha said with mock seriousness, although the drunk's didn't know the difference. If it wasn't for the fact that his ass was still being held he would have been rolling on the ground laughing his ass off. But then again there was plenty of time to do that later.
"How much money?" the leader continued and Inuyasha realized with a start that he actually wasn't that dunk, or at least, he was the least drunk in the pack. Any normal drunk wouldn't have care about such minimal things as money; whores just kneeled down for fun, that's all.
"10,000 yen," Inuyasha smiled brightly, knowing very well that the Australian man probably wasn't bright enough to note that yen was a foreign currency. But all the matter, it wasn't like was he taking off his kimono any time soon…
"Yen?" the leader snorted, obviously thinking he was the one in charged of the mental showdown, "What ye blabbing about, be serious kid before I take you right here!"
Inuyasha musingly wondered if the man knew that would be breaking one of his civil rights.
"Fine, I'll let you see my nice ass-tattoo for five hundred pounds," Inuyasha offered, still smiling brightly. He had a horrible urge to fall to the ground and start laughing when he noticed the man's befuddled expression.
"I don't weigh 500 pounds!" the rather obese man roared angrily, "I only weigh 480! What the hell is wrong with people these days?" Inuyasha wondered how it was humanely possible to weight 500 pounds before he decided to ponder it later. Perhaps he would find his answer in the rabbit shit track book.
"How about 600 Canadian? I'll take off 10 if you don't rip my robes and an extra five if you floss beforehand," Inuyasha questioned, deciding that reminding the man that weighing over 400 hundreds pounds was far from good wasn't exactly polite or beneficial.
"Why are you talking about football and beaches for?" the man questioned and Inuyasha deemed it rude to tell him that Canadian's loved hockey and that it was in the wintry north, "Are you stuuuupid?"
"Actually," Inuyasha mock sighed, "I was kicked out of that magic school last year, the one in… oh dear, where was it?" Inuyasha licked his lips, successfully looking like a damsel in stress.
"The one near Dooley Beach?" The man questioned, not noticing the light appear in the younger man's eyes before he continued, "No matter, dear, your plenty good enough in other areas,"
Inuyasha wondered if the man knew if he was a boy or a girl.
"Holy crap!" Inuyasha cried in mock horror, deciding that escaping from the city was an action in due order, "Look at that person chugging that beer, I don't think I've ever seen anyone chug so much," The man, deciding that proving his worth to his new whore would only help matters, turned around quickly to see what the beauty was pointing at.
To bad he didn't notice the brunette disappear or the note that the boy posted on his back that stated quite clearly, 'Shit Head'.
A few minutes later a certain young professor was laughing his head off as he headed for Dooley Beach.
Hmm, I think my intro to the chapter was a bit slow, although it picked up pace with Inuyasha's bad attitude. I also drew out the last scene a bit too much, but I was having way too much fun! Not exactly exciting, although rather informative, did it make sense? I left a few clues here and there that were answered this chapter. For instance, do you remember them mentioning the Australian School of Magic back in chapter 2? I'm sure you all noted the Sacred Dagger, which you now know its importance. But now you have to wonder about the Sacred Book. And what's this about Sesshomaru?
Please leave reviews folks! My story is far from satisfactory and any advice could help me wonders!