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Strange Magic

Chapter 12: The Battle

By yllom21

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Harry Potter; I'd get rid of the fillers if I did.

The Sacred Text wasn't all it was made out to be.

Really when one thought of a Sacred Text they imagined something glamorous, something wonderful, something even the least heroic person would risk their life for. However, there was no way in hell Inuyasha was risking his life for a book that look liked it was rolled in cow shit and was later thrown up on by said cow.

But really it didn't matter what the fucked up text looked like, all that mattered was that after hours of fire traveling, ass holding and water walking action Inuyasha had finally found the Sacred Text and Mission: I-have-no-idea-what-I'm-doing-but-I'm-going-to-kick-ass-anyway was finally complete and Inuyasha had somehow managed not to beat up one single person.

What the fuck was up with that?

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Harry had lost it.

Really it was inevitable; the kid had managed to survive the death curse when he was still shitting in his diaper, watched the woman whose uterus had been his home for 9 months die, had been treated as dog shit by a walrus, giraffe and a whale, saw the man who had swum miles in crap-filled water to find him fall through a veil, and had seen the man who had caused all of this be revived while he was kinkily tied to a gravestone.

Ron didn't blame him for turning nutters; but why maple?

"Yeah, it's made out of maple," Ron waved his broom in the general direction of Harry, "And probably has some elm in it too, maybe oak," Ron stared at his broom critically, wishing he had spent more time reading the description of it and less time drooling at it like it was lesbian porno.

"Elm?" Harry questioned, his hands clutching his head as he remembered. Suddenly the picture in his head was clearer, and the small spurt of maple trees were surrounded by a thicket of elm. He was able to see the group of people hiding and realized with an extreme horror that they were not human, but rather devilish creatures with horns and many eyes. Did such things exist or was it just his crazed imagination?

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Getting in was hard, getting out was easy.

Inuyasha had spent several fucked up hours examining this hell of a school, taking several pit stops for potty breaks, before finally finding the library. However getting out was simple enough; all he had to do was jump out the window.

The minute his bare feet hit the ground Inuyasha's instincts rose to the brink of terror. After making sure that the ass-bleeding guide wasn't anywhere in sight and his kimono didn't rip on the jump down, Inuyasha's heartbeat slowed down slightly; after all, what could be scarier than that? A blood-starved vampire? He wished.

However he hid from view just the same, Inuyasha hadn't survived all those years as a bastard hanyou by not following his instincts; they were the only things that had ever worked for him. The fucking bastard, Sesshomaru, had gotten all the good genes.

If Inuyasha had been sentimental at all he would have thought that the view was pretty, instead he was gazing in the sky to make sure that no shit-bombing sea gulls were around. They were almost as scary as ass-bleeding bitches. Instead, however, he had caught sight of a group of fashion-screwed people wearing black robes and white masks; probably just a group of snot-dripping short people trying to seem scary.

"Wait!" Inuyasha snapped his fingers, "They're the Death Munchers the Order of the Vultures are always preaching about! What the hell are they doing here? Can they not see the lack of sickle moon?"

Inuyasha didn't allow himself to get hopeful, how hard could it be beating up old geezers who couldn't even see the moon?

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Draco Malfoy had a feeling he did something really bad.

Sure he had a grudge against the new Japanese teacher, who wouldn't? He was a gender-confused little whore who was unaware of the nobleness that was the Malfoy family. Previously he had planned on finding out crap about him and reporting it to Madame Umbridge, the real Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but the info he had found had not been juicy enough to refer to her.

All he knew was that when the fucked up Jap escaped the Hospital Ward (Malfoy saw him mid-flight) he had taken out a book from the library. And after some illegal rule-breaking action (If Potter could do it so could he!) he had found a little passage marked in the book the bastard had borrowed. It hadn't been anything of real important, just something about some stupid dagger and some fucked up guardian, but somehow it had ended up in his letter to his father. It wasn't until after he had sent it that a chill suddenly ran down his spin, but he ignored it. For all intents and purposes, he didn't care what happened to his professor.

All that mattered was his life and livelihood, however fucked up it was.

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There were two possible reasons for why his plan so horrendously screwed up; and for once it wasn't because of him.

The first was that the book in the library was created by a bimbo of an author; either that or he had managed to mistake the sickle moon for something else. The second was that the Death Crunchers were unaware of the Sickle Moon rule and had come today to kill the perverted Guardian with the Sacred Dagger.

Whatever the case Inuyasha was proud to point out that he hadn't been the one who had fucked up; he was the intellectual one in this circumstance and that… just… did… not… happen. Ever.

"Ha!" he laughed, "Take that bitches!"

However, their lack of intellect or not, there was one simple problem. The fact that they were here to be bastard evil people who were required to have a good evil laugh (Mhahahaha!) and the fact the he was the only one who knows. The solutions were that either he watched as the school burned to smithereens or he became a selfless heroic person who helped old bitches across the street.

Oh well, at least he could squeeze some ass-kicking action in along the way.

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Harry would like to take this opportunity to prove that he was not crazy.

He had been hit in the head with the killing curse when he was a baby; if that didn't do him in nothing would. He had fallen of a piece of wood miles above the ground and survived, and all he had to show for it was a bad experience where he regrew some of his arm bones. He had been part of an evil ritual, he had survived the immoral companionship of his cousin and he had managed not to commit suicide when he watched several people die. If that didn't do him in, nothing would.

He wasn't crazy; he was merely having an issue with his sexuality. No biggee.

"Ron!" he clasped his best friend's arm like it was his lifeline, "You've lived in the wizardry world longer than I have. Are there any attractive half-breeds with white hair, fox ears and facial markings?" He decided not to include the fact that said half-breed had been naked.

"Hmmm," Ron dragged out, deciding to please his friend by pretending to think about it, he was his best friend after all, even if he was crazy. "Vampires usually have red or black hair, and they don't have animal ears. It isn't a banshee; those things are as ugly as hell. Werewolves look normal, veela become birds when angry and you'd know if it was a centaur," Here he paused for a second, deciding that Harry was normal enough that he could act like his teenage self, "Was it a babe? What was she wearing?"

Harry felt so sick he didn't catch sight of his friend's leer. He wasn't gay… really.

"It was a bloke, Ron," Harry informed the disappointed teen, thinking about whether or not he should lie about his lack of clothing, but before he could decide if he should or not, another scene came through to the surface.

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Finally, it was time for some ass-kicking action.

For a second or two Inuyasha deliberated about whether he should sneak up on them or not, before he remembered that they were on the beach, and it just wasn't his style. Who needed sneak attacks? He was the totally Bad-Assed Inuyasha, and he could totally whip out a group of evil bastard wanna-be's.

Seriously, if Naraku had seen how low Evil Bastards had fallen, he would have stopped fucking Kikyo down in the bottom pits of hell and stared in pure horror.

So Inuyasha, the beautiful dog demon who was totally more Bad-Assed than his brother, who had the total Cold-Bastard-Demon-Lord glare down and had perfected it when he was still shitting in diapers, ran straight ahead to the Death Leechers without flinching and prepared to unleash his wind scar.

"Death Junkers!" Inuyasha shouted, deciding to unleash his monologue about how killing people was-just-not-cool, so he wouldn't have to randomly stop in the middle of the fight to do so.

"Death Eaters," One of the people in black corrected him, unaware of the important of monologues.

"Death Junkers… Death Eaters… it's all the same to me," Inuyasha waved it off, pissed at someone for ruining his intellectual and star-winning monologue, "Anyway! Death Munchers, I am here to kick your evil asses. Although I'm not exactly into the entire World-Peace thing, (Who would I beat the shit out of if nobody ever fought?) killing people who can't fight back is cowardly, and although you aren't nearly as bad as Naraku (seriously, he's rolling in his grave), you're still totally evil, although not nearly as bad-assed as me,"

Here he paused dramatically, although it could have merely been to catch his breathe, while the Death Eaters (as they were properly called) wondered why they just didn't send him to hell already.

"So, I'm here to kick your ass, all by myself," Here Inuyasha perfectly timed in a threatening action with his sword, "Because I'm totally bad-assed and I don't need the Order of the Seagull's help…"

"Don't you mean the Order of the Phoenix?" the same Death Eater piped up, not exactly used to the death-and-destruction motto of the Death Eaters' yet.

"Why would it be the Order of the Phoenix?" Inuyasha practically laughed at him, "Sure Dumbledore has a Phoenix and they've been the symbol of the light for centuries. That and they have the entire I-can't-die-thing going on. But getting shit on by a Seagull is totally scarier,"

While the Death Eaters were digesting this new information, Inuyasha realized he had totally lost track of where he was going with his monologue (if it even had a point to begin with) and decided it was nigh time to use his Wind Scar.

"Prepare to die bitches!" he yelled, before he yelled out the name of one of his favorite attacks.

Yeah, they were totally screwed.

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Harry was about to die.

The not-so-sure-what-it-is-but-boy-is-it-hot-thing was getting out of the water, and said really-hot-beast-boy was completely naked. God, didn't he have any compassion for sexually confused virgins?

"Harry?" Ron questioned, waving his arms in an attempt to wake Harry up, but only managing to look like an uncoordinated idiot trying to swat a rather intelligent fly, "You in there?"

Luckily enough, the albino's hair (although albino wasn't exactly the correct word as he possessed stunning yellow eyes, not vampire-like red ones) was long enough that it covered everything, and in an attempt to avoid seeing anything that was hidden, Harry curiously watched some weird-beast-things-that were-totally-not-hot run away in pure terror.

Was he so busy being freaked out that he missed something?

"Harry?" Ron yelled much louder, almost succeeding in overcoming the combined furious power of Neville's and Dean's snores, "You're starting to creep me out. Do you want me to fall out the window again?

Harry was starting to wonder what was going on, why was this particular memory triggered by Ron asking what (s)he was wearing? He wasn't wearing anything. And then, accidentally of course, he caught sight of the fox-eared boy pulling on his clothing. And then, suddenly, the dreams in its entirety came roaring back and, suddenly, Harry realized something.

The boy was wearing a red kimono; the exact kimono Inuyasha had worn not that long ago.

"Holy crap!" Harry swore, "The beast-boy is Professor Inuyasha!"

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The wind scar had taken care of half of them.

Whether it was his good monologue skills that had temporarily stunned them, or the foreign power unlike that the Death Eaters had ever seen, Inuyasha wasn't sure, all he knew was that he was kicking major ass.

And all he did was use one wind scar attack.

However, despite his superior skill and knowledge in everything that had to do with kicking ass, Inuyasha didn't let himself get cocky. Okay, so maybe he got a little cocky, but how bad-ass could Inuyasha be if he didn't allow himself to get just a little bit cocky?

Inuyasha was well aware of the faults of the wizards' fighting styles. First off, they depended just a little too much on their wands. Yes, Inuyasha did depend on his sword, but he did have an attack that consisted merely with his claws, and he was now somewhat versed in his demon magic. And although it did not apply to today, as a hanyou when he was sword-less he became an insane full-blood demon.

But the point was that he could fight without his weapon, and they could not.

Second, their reaction time and speed of attacks was slow. Their bodies were slow and overweight and not healthy at all. Inuyasha, who had been fit all his life, was easily able to dodge all their attacks and was able to attack them before they even saw him coming.

So no one could blame him for getting a bit cocky; if not a bit bored. Kicking ass wasn't nearly as interesting when one didn't have to try.

So dodging a few illegal curses, he attacked a cluster of them with his wind scar and watched them fall to the ground.

"And Sesshomaru called me pathetic?" Inuyasha couldn't help but snort.

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Kagome had a slight problem.

She was currently sitting in heaven, refusing to wear the mandatory white robes as she preferred the unrealistic mini-skirt that she believed was good for forest tramping.

But I digress.

Kagome liked butting herself into other people's problems, in an honest attempt to help people's lives, even if they didn't want it. When she had killed Naraku she had accidentally caught sight of what the future had in store and decided to fix both Inuyasha's and society's problems in one go.

Who cared if Inuyasha didn't want it?

And Inuyasha had gotten better; although that could have been because of his new demonhood and not the time period she had brought him too. But whether the time period had helped or not, he had started to fix society's problems, although unknowingly, by standing up for half-breeds and generally kicking ass.

There was only was small problem.

Prior to this she had calculated everything right, although Inuyasha had proved himself to have stronger opinions that what she had previously suspected (Perhaps he had stopped confining in her when she had started using 'Sit' not just as a way to save her ass, but because she was pissed at him?). Whatever the case, the problem was that the Dark Side decided to attack Australia before they were supposed to.

God, didn't they know anything about Astrology?

Inuyasha may not know what they were planning, but she did. They wanted to use demons to take over the world, as they were too lazy and inefficient to do so themselves. And if they found out what Inuyasha was it could be a disastrous end for him. And although their relationship was over (it would be hypocritical of her to continue to like him romantically when she was 6 feet under) she certainly didn't want anything bad to happen to him.

Perhaps it was time to call for backup.

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"Beast-boy?" Ron questioned, a bit surprised by the sudden outburst, "If Inuyasha was in a scandal, I think he'd be a cross-dressing witch. Although…" here he dragged off, looking a bit confused, "Aren't there kimonos for girls and boys?"

Harry decided to completely ignore this statement.

"He's not human!" Harry dragged out, looking a bit surprised by this sudden development, "He's got white hair! And fox ears, although I suppose they could be dog, maybe cat, and he's got weird markings all over his face. And yellow eyes. Yellow! Who has yellow eyes? Certainly not humans,"

"No," Ron decided to correct the insane person, "He's a brunette, and he has normal ears. And he doesn't have any weird markings; he doesn't even have a blemish!" Here Ron looked a bit envious, because he had to deal with a stray pimple or so every now and then. "And he's got purple eyes, which I bet is a bit strange on its own… But not yellow! Nobody has yellow eyes!"

"Inuyasha does!" Harry yelled out for the world to hear, almost disrupting the current snoring symphony by Neville and Dean.

"Okay, okay," Ron decided, for once in his life, to be the intelligent and mature person that fixes problems and not be the person who causes them, "Let's say Professor Inuyasha does have white hair and whatever else you said. What's with the sudden revelation?"

"I dreamt it not that long ago," Harry informed Ron, looking a bit unsure after he remembered what had happened the last time he had paid attention to a certain dream, "And I suddenly remembered it! And there he was, totally not-human-but-not-vampire-or-anything-like-that and he was wearing Inuyasha's kimono!"

Ron looked aghast, "You're going crazy because of a dream? I dreamt up a world full of chocolate and no homework, but do you see me going Christopher Columbus on you? And you should know better, what if the dream was sent by you-know-who?"

Harry looked torn between anger and agreement.

"Lord Voldemort didn't send it," a new voice suddenly entered the conversation, obviously female, even though they were currently located in the boys' dormitories, "I did,"

Torn between shock and disbelief, Harry and Ron turned around to catch the intruder, only to catch sight of a girl they had never seen before.

And there, standing in all her mini-skirted glory, was Kagome.

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Remus Lupin really had no idea what he was doing.

Remus was intellectual, that was for sure, he had always been at the top of his class back in his teen years, and he had always been the best planner in the Marauders. He also had good instincts in spades, after all, he was a werewolf, and although the bitch up in the Ministry liked to claim that werewolves were a totally dangerous and untalented species that deserved to be sent into genocide; being a werewolf did have its uses. So, with all intents and purposes, Remus was smart enough and had good enough instincts to know that this was a bad idea.

He was doing it anyway.

Remus J. Lupin, planner of the Marauders, werewolf of the Order of the Phoenix, and all-around good guy was going to ask his fellow pack of werewolves to join the side of light. And no, it had nothing to do with the Order of the Phoenix, although it was an extra bonus. No, Remus Lupin was standing here because a mini-skirt-wearing, arrow-shooting teenage girl told him it was the best way to help the non-human Japanese kid who had somehow saved his life.

And no, he hadn't lost his sanity.

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Both Harry and Ron were shocked out of their skulls.

Harry, who had enough problems on his head with the entire Inuyasha revelation and his sexuality crisis, did not want more. While Ron, like all teenage boys, thought with his jewels instead of his brain, marveled at the fact that a semi-attractive girl was wearing a mini-skirt nigh high of her thighs.

Kagome, however, had only one thought on her mind.

"Inuyasha's in trouble!" she practically screeched, not seeming to care that she was yelling loudly in a male-only dormitory at midnight, "He's getting attacked in Australia! Outnumbered like crazy and he never thought to ask anyone for help!" Harry and Ron, both pulled out of their shock at the mention of Inuyasha, wondered what exactly was wrong with this girl, semi-attractive or not, "You have to go to Australia and help him defeat his enemies!"

"Excuse me?" Harry managed to stutter out.

"Australia! The place that's a continent and a country? The place with Kangaroos? Could you please hurry up and help Inuyasha so he doesn't DIE????" Kagome, although normally well-mannered, always acted uncharacteristically loud (although to some people, it was characteristic of her) when Inuyasha was concerned.

Harry and Ron were used to saving people's asses, but they weren't normally asked to do so. This was a novel experience.

"Why us?" Ron questioned, too surprised to stare at Kagome's bare legs.

"You guys were the back-up plan," Kagome informed them, already pulling them out the door, "Well, actually, you guys are back-up plan #2, back-up plan #1 are taking there long sweet time getting there,"

Wow, what a way to evaporate someone's ego.

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Inuyasha was kicking major ass.

He was depending mostly on his sword, trying to save up his magic for emergencies in which his sword would not suffice. He used a great deal of magic just getting into the wards, and it would be stupid to waste it when his sword was more than efficient.

That and kicking ass with a sword that weighted more than he did was a hell of a lot more fun.

The wizards were actually starting to take him seriously, which was good because Inuyasha hated being underestimated, although he had been his entire life. So maybe he didn't weight as much as a boulder or he didn't have the whole I-am-a-cold-bastard-who-is-currently-a-demon-lord thing going on, but seriously, what did he have to do to get respect around here?

While he was pondering this, he realized the wizards were aiming their wands at him and were about to cast their spells. What were they going to do? Another round of killing curses? Or were they actually going to mix it up and use mind-curses instead? Noticing the amount of wizards planning on shooting him at once, he drew out his magic, not counting on his ability to dodge all of them. Getting hit with a death curse wouldn't exactly be pleasant. He'd be submitted to another bitch fight between Kikyo and Kagome, and they weren't as fun as people claimed them to be.

Watching the curses come flying at him, and snorting at the unoriginality (although they weren't using death curses this time, just stunning) Inuyasha drew out his magic in an attempt to reflect their curses right back at them, a defense and offense all in one.

Only to draw up on an empty reserve.

"Oh, you've got to be shitting me!" Inuyasha roared as he toppled to the ground. And no, this time it wasn't one of those fake faints (Kagome called them anime-style); this time he truly lost unconsciousness.

If Inuyasha had been conscious, he would have pulled all his language skills together and swore a bilingual marathon.

Passing out wasn't exactly manly of him.

Some of you guys are concerned about Harry's sexuality problem, while some of you guys think it's funny. Inuyasha was naked in the beginning of the dream because if he had been wearing his kimono in the beginning it would have been way too obvious. That and it's funnier this way. For those of you that are against slash, just pretend he's a confused straight guy, and those of you that don't care, enjoy the humor!

Hopefully the next chapter will be up in a week, although I'm not making any promises. Check my profile for how far along I am during the week. Please review people, it means a lot to me and it motivates my writing.