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Rating
PG13 for swears and violence, rating may change in certain chapters, you will be informed when such happens.
SummaryInuyasha/Harry Potter Inutaisho had three sons. One hanyou, two youkai. Seshomaru's second youngest brother, Natsu who he held, was killed as a baby when a miko is sent to assasinate both prince's hits him with a spell to send him into the future. Natsu's self is sent spiraling through time and into the body of a witch to be reborn, his true self waiting to be awakened by the familiarity of his past. Known only to Seshomaru and Inutaisho, the baby's body contained the Youkai-Tama. Now Natsu is in Hogwarts for his 6th year, Stress levels are forcing Natsu to make his appearance and Kagome goes to Hogwarts to find him and the knew jewel. What will happen this year?
Warning, chapter includes abuse.
Harry Potter and the Inner Demon
Chapter 3
Harry Potter sat nervously in Dumbledore's office. The Headmaster had brought him to the castle just 3 days ago. Harry had been content since to just sit and think over past year. He knew it was his fault, his godfather's death. He had been an idiot to fall for that stupid vision that was obviously fake. Sirius wouldn't let himself be caught, never.
Harry had moped, that was an understatement, and the 'consoling' letters his friends sent only made his pain worsen. Every time he read the words, ' It's not your fault' he thought the exact opposite. It was only too obvious that they just didn't want their savior to be in depression, as it would get in the was of his destroying Voldemort.
The prophecy had only stated so clearly that it was he who must do the dirty deed. Parents who thrice defied the Dark Lord, a child born as the seventh month dies. Sure Neville fit the description too but it was the last feature that distinguished him and the true prophesized child. Harry was marked with the scar that was the bane of his existence. Sure, it had been the only thing he liked when he was younger but now, it meant death to him, it marked him as his own Grim.
The odd thing was, now he had found he liked several new things. Harry had come to the conclusion that it was due to his body finally getting around to a growth spurt but he wasn't entirely sure. Somehow, he doubted even magical boys started growing longer, pointier ears and an extra limb where their tail bone starts. It was only a stub right now but…who knew how long that would stay.
Harry didn't know why he was in the office, he had only been pulled in so many times. Most of the year, he was going up on his own without an invitation. At that moment, Dumbledore walked in cheerily holding an envelope.
"Well, Mr. Potter, it seems we have some good news for you yet! Mr. Lupin has agreed to come work for the school again!" Harry felt his nerves evaporate right away.
" For Defense class?" He asked, nearly bouncing in his chair.
"Unfortunately no, I believed that some students needed a sort of…What do muggles call it…? Ah yes, a guidance councilor after the events of the past years. " Harry nodded in agreement. It had been all over the Prophet and other wizarding papers about Voldemort's sudden activity. No one had been prepared and hundreds of deaths occurred because of it. Harry wasn't sure whether they were lucky now to have finally gotten rid of Fudge, after his denial the uprising of Voldemort the Wizengamot elected him unable to uphold position. The new minister, Scrimgeor was a complete bastard behind the curtain, he simply put on a mask to fool the audience once it was drawn.
"Moony's good for the job," Harry replied, down trodden. 'Now he'll have a way to earn money as well.'
"Yes, well, there is something else you should be informed of. It has come to my attention that, as a convict, the ministry deactivated Sirius's will. After your third year, he made a new one. You are mentioned quite a bit therefore you are to be given the will, as you are older than the requirements, and to are held responsible to make sure everything is put in it's proper place."
With that said he rummaged through his pockets and drew another envelope, a fiery red color, not unlike a howler. "When it is opened, the words will play out, yes like a howler, but it will not screech them out. You will hear them in your godfathers voice, do try not to be alarmed. It is your choice as to when to open it. In private or public is all up to you. Why don't you run along then."
Harry gazed at the envelope for many hours while sitting in his bed in the 6th year boy's dorm. His hands would twitch every once in a while, as though to grab it but stopped like he thought it would burn him. Turmoil was racing through his mind. Should he open it? He killed Sirius, it was his fault, should he really open his victim's will?
Darkness was falling over the castle, and Harry had light a lantern or else be swallowed in blackness. At around 7:00, A crack resounded from outside of the curtains of Harry's bed. Shaking out of his daze, Harry pulled open the hangings and found Dobby the house elf gazing up at him with big green eyes, face nearly shadowed in the dim light.
"Dobby is bringing Mister Potter sirs dinner from the kitchens as Master Dumbledore sir said to, Mister Potter!" The elf squeaked happily with a wide smile. Dobby placed the tray of food in his hands onto the nightstand carefully as not o let it spill or tip. Then with a CRACK he disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.
Sighing quietly, Harry shakily took the tray of broth and bread into his lap. He nibbled on the tip of the bread, garlic with soft, warm fluffy insides, and felt it slide down his throat to hit bottom in his stomach. By the time Harry finished it and the soup he felt severely ill, as he had whenever he tried to eat something at the Dursley's. It was probably do to the fact they had barely ever fed him that summer.
Shoving the tray onto the nightstand, Harry ran to the bathroom, face green, and kneeled by the toilet, heaving. By the time he finished he felt completely spent and as he against the bathroom wall exhaustedly, the last memories of his stay at the Dursley's surged forward into his conscious mind.
/ WARNING! M RATED FOR ABUSE! WARNING/
Don't read if you don't want to but it helps a bit if you do.
Harry found himself standing in the hall awkwardly with his trunk and Hedwig in her cage behind him. Vernon turned to face him after Petunia and Dudley went on their way with a furious purple face. "Think you can threaten me, do you boy?" he hissed malevolently. "I won't allow it, not in this house hold!"
Lunging forward, Vernon grabbed Harry by the arm and Harry, being so small, hadn't a chance to fight back. The hand gripping his arm was painfully tight, bruising him as he was hit in the head by the other meaty fist. Shouts came from Harry as he was kicked, punched, slapped and anything else his uncle could think of. Petunia and Dudley didn't come to see what the racket was, obviously being told that his was going to occur at some point.
After however long Harry lay on the ground, only getting up when his uncle lifted him by the front of his shirt, he didn't know. Eventually he blacked out. The next time he opened his eyes, he found himself on a very hard, flat mattress in his cupboard under the stairs. It was extremely cramped and he couldn't move an inch. His stomach growled at him angrily, not having eaten since breakfast the day before.
For the next few weeks, Vernon would drag him out 2 or 3 times a day, beat him for 'the house insurance getting higher', 'the contract with the company in France failing', etc. Harry had never been in so much pain. He was only given a slice of cheese every other day, and two glasses of water. Bathroom breaks were once a day and if he didn't have to go, he was locked up for the rest of the time.
On one tip to the bathroom, he looked in the mirror only to be disgusted. Bruises laced up his arms, face and torso. His hair was long, filthy and matted from days of not washing. A few scars ladened his back and around his eyes. He didn't want to look like this, beaten and injured.
He clenched his eyes shut tightly, Harry imagined himself hard, the way he was when he left Hogwarts. Opening his eyes slowly, expecting to see his mottled face, he was shocked and gaped at his reflection. The bruises and scratches were gone, his hair neat but still a bit long, and Emerald eyes slightly haunted.
He had performed magic! He would expelled for sure this time! A bellow and banging on the door drew his attention. His uncle clearly would beat him for staying in the bathroom for over 2 minutes. Imagining himself back to before, he was covered in bruises again and fearfully opened the door.
Vernon gave a swift kick aimed at his stomach and it hit Harry hard, but he was used to it. Once again he was thrown into the cupboard for the night.
The next morning, Harry was awoken to the sound of panicky voices outside his cupboard. "Oh! Vernon! What will we do! They'll know exactly what happened and who knows what they'll do to us!" Vernon tried to console his wife, " I won't let them in! They can stand out there until dusk!" A sharp knock on the front door interrupted the discussion
Petunia's whimpers of fear came through the cupboard door. 'The order sent someone!' Harry thought frightfully. 'They can't see me! Not like this!' Harry focused entirely on changing his appearance, like he had in the bathroom last night. Like before anything bad happened, before he killed Sirius. A tingling sensation spread through his fingers and all over the rest of his body. The bruises on his arms and legs faded, black, purple, blue, yellow. He was so deep in concentration that he didn't see the door begin creak open until he heard a BAM as it hit the wall. He jumped, unable to focus and just having hidden the injuries up to the insides of his sleeves.
An old wizened face with concerned blue eyes peered into the cupboard. "P-professor? What are you doing here?" Harry winced, his voice was hoarse and strained.
"I had needed to speak with you about some of your, err, legal commitments, but I think it would be best to save that for another time. Come on out, Harry."
Heart pounding, Harry climbed out of the cupboard, surprised to not to feel any pain. Had he healed himself this time? Maybe he just blocked the pain but Harry pleaded in his head, begging for there not to be any bruises or scratches in the headmasters range of sight.
Apparently, he was in luck as Dumbledore turned to the Dursley's, and said in a low voice. "Is there a reason that a sixteen year old boy is locked in cupboard too small for a dog? The Order clearly told-"
Vernon's face turned an ugly puce and roared, "You threatened us you filthy freak! This abnormal beast has been living under my house for over a decade and you dare to threaten my family on how we treat him? Well, his strangeness is no longer welcome here! The piece of shit is will probably blow up my house the first chance he gets!"
Vernon, stood, furious not a strong enough word for the sight he posed. A mad glint gleamed in his piggy eyes and meaty fists clenched and shook. Dumbledore would not be frightened though, the man raised his wand and growled a spell Harry couldn't recognize that turned his uncle into fat, pink pot belly pig. It snorted angrily, rolling on its back while struggling to get on its feet.
Petunia shrieked as her husband wiggled unsuccessfully to stand while denting her precious wood floor. Dumbledore looked back to Harry and questioned, " Could you quickly pack your trunk, Harry?" Harry nodded and flew up to his old room where his trunk had been thrown and found Hedwigs cage on the floor looking as though it had been chewed open. The Window too was widely drawn. Harry hoped she had gone to Hogwarts where she would be safe.
When Harry got back down the stairs, Dumbledore held a factory-manufactured tulip from his aunt's vase. Vernon lay on the sofa, a fat man again. Harry thought this was rather sad, the pig look suited his uncle much better.
"I'll send your trunk back to Hogwarts with Fawkes. I'm afraid this is no longer a suitable home for you, Harry, and I apologize for sending you here."
Harry, who had not even noticed Fawkes presence, jumped as the phoenix trilled in a sympathetic tone. He nodded and Fawkes and his trunk disappeared in a burst of flames. "Now," Dumbledore saud cheerfully, "We have two stops left, I hope you don't mind?" Harry shook his head. "Ah, good, then let us be off!" He beckoned Harry forward and the two held on to the tulip until they felt a particularly insistent tug behind their navels.
Harry looked hauntingly at the tiled wall of the bathroom. Exhaustion was close to taking over but he couldn't be found sleeping in the loo covered in his own vomit. Weakly, he stood and washed his pale face in a freezing cold water. After finishing, he stripped off all his clothes but his overly large boxers and collapsed onto his bed.
He lifted his shaking arm and gazed groggily at the clear skin. When he had went to bed the first night after returning to the castle, he found he could not change to the beaten up self he had been. He guessed he had just healed himself after all. Could he do that? Could accidental magic really heal that well and that quickly? He wouldn't find out that night as he fell asleep as he finished the thought.
A/N
There ya go. Another chapter finished. Keep this chapter in mind as I add more; it'll have a meaning, the flashback thing that is. Thanks for reviewing! Keep it up!