Okay, new beginnings ne? Man, I updated once, and in my inbox, I got like 10 favorites and alerts. It kind of scared me…Strangest thing though, is that I've never had more than 5 bad comments…First two were by the same person on my first 2 fanfics and they were anonymous. They had only said in both 'your story sucks' and went to their next victim. I was so pissed back then, my…12(?) year old self. I'm asking you like you know, lol.
I bet you are all so sick of me, you just wanna knock my lights out but you KNOW I'll never update again.
VERY IMPORTANT
Okay, I have no real recollection of what the fuck I was thinking for this fanfiction. I went and read the summary I made and don't remember jack shit. So I'm altering it, sorry but not really, and I've posted the NEW Summary below. If you I lose a whole bunch of you I'm sorry, but I can't write about what I don't remember.
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, was killed as a baby when a miko was sent to assassinate both princes. He's hit with a spell to send him into the future. Natsu's 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. Unknown to all, there is something inside him that no one fully remembers exists. What if it's something that the darkness can't wait to get it's claws on?
Harry Potter and the Inner Demon
Chapter 12
A spiteful Madame Pomfrey who, despite his youkai healing abilities, believed he would wind up in her care again in just a few hours, released Natsu from the hospital wing the next morning. So, he was left to wander to the Gryffindor Tower, ebony hair swinging this way and that way, near skipping with how completely real he felt. When Natsu had believed himself human, he had always felt stretched, and uncomfortable. Assuming it was merely the way everyone felt he had never questioned this oddity, and it wasn't like his Aunt or Uncle would answer it anyway. They'd probably take it as him coming up with as many ways to stand out freakishly from their own happy and deluded family.
"Hello, Kagome!" Natsu said, smiling as he entered through the portrait hole. She looked up from her reading and returned the gesture, "Hey, Natsu. Are you feeling better? You worried us for a bit! When I heard Seshomaru yell for me and I saw you unconscious, you freaked us out!"
Natsu blushed looked at his toes apologetically. "Sorry." Kagome pulled him into a small hug saying he shouldn't be and squealed. The squeal completely knocked him off balance and his eardrums rang as she began to hug him more fiercely, "You are so cute!"
"You're squishing me!" Natsu cried, his nose a little too close to her breasts for his own comfort. She released him and he regained his bearings, "Have you seen aniki?" She nodded.
"He should be in the staff room. He's being introduced for a special teacher meeting. I was given a quick introduction to them before I had to come back here."
Natsu then noticed the several books around the fireplace and Kagome continued to explain, "I have to read up on all the stuff through 6th year and practice it. Then I'm supposed to my O.W.L.s the weekend before Christmas break. I'm going to be put with the 7th years." Natsu looked at her surprised.
"But that means you'll have to take your N.E.W.T. testing and O.W.L.s all in the same year! Are you sure you can be prepared for all that in such a short amount of time?" Kagome sighed, she clearly already dreaded it.
"Well, what classes are you going to take?" He asked instead, hoping to change the subject for her. She gave him a grateful look and replied, "I chose Ancient Runes, Divination, Potions, Transfiguration, Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts." Natsu raised an eyebrow, causing Kagome to burst out into peels of laughter. He frowned irately, "What's so funny?"
"You look like a smaller, black haired Seshomaru when you do that! Oh!" She turned serious now, " I just remembered, you'll have to refer to him as Professor Janfrer, Lance, or aniki. We have to keep his identity as a demon lord concealed. The headmaster will be telling the students and staff that he is a demon though and that you're his little brother, who is to be treated like the teachers." Her brows furrowed here.
"Why is your identity being changed anyway, Natsu?" Natsu considered how to answer this. He remembered what the Professor said, and didn't think he should tell her about the orb. 'I don't think Kagome is an evil, power hungry witch, but it might be best to keep it to myself…' So instead he thought of a less complex answer. "I lost all my magic. I don't know why, but it did." It toed the line of truth and fib but it worked.
"That's horrible!" Kagome immediately exclaimed, sympathy plaguing her face.
"Yeah," Natsu whispered a small tug in his chest. "It is horrible."
He turned and headed up to the boys' dormitory to pack up his things. He swung the wardrobe open and pulled out his school and dress robes, pulled open dresser drawers for his socks. For each article he folded and put into his trunk, he felt a piece of him be ripped away, so he became more rushed. He grabbed his cloak viciously, throwing it into the chest, not hesitating at the sound of ripping fabric caused by his nails. He snatched the books he once studied, transfiguration, potions, charms, divination and with his strength shoved them into their new prison.
Feeling tears welling up, Natsu gripped the trunks lid and slammed it shut. Weak sobs burst from his throat and he collapsed, muffling himself in his arms. He would never be able to do magic again, he would never use those text books for anything, those garments would be too large for him for another 5 years he bet, until he grew larger again. He dared not to open the drawer at his bedside, containing his once most prized possession. His wand. But use was it now? When his magic sat in a perfectly rounded sphere in his pocket, a fierce gale in a small clear package.
Minutes passed and Natsu's torment did the same. His logic slowly returned to him, making him feel dumb and senseless. Professor Dumbledore could always shrink his clothes back down to fit him, and so what if he didn't have magic. He was a demon now- no. He'd always been a demon, the magic he had once held so dear was useless to him now. His demonic energy would sustain him.
Natsu sat up shakily, rubbing the tears from his numb face and rearranged the garbs he now wore. His long, white, cotton sleeves had wet stains all along to the elbow and the mid-section was wrinkled. He desperately tried to straighten it. 'This is my first perfectly fitting muggle shirt!' Natsu thought miserably. "And I've ruined it already!" He cried, voice wavering weakly.
Natsu stumbled to the bathroom and looked at his reflection. Puffy emerald eyes stared out at him, slits for pupils making him shiver. So much like Voldemort's… His cheek were tinged red from his break down, and he felt like a miserable house elf the way his long ears drooped on either side of his head.
Twisting the knobs on the sink, Natsu cupped the cool water that came out in his hands and splashed it on to his face, reveling at what the coolness did to his heated skin, not caring at all that his hair was getting soaked as well. Feeling refreshed he turned off the tap and snatched the towel off the hook to dry his face. With a sigh he pulled it away and looked at himself again. His eyes were still puffy and now there were water stains all around his collar. Natsu frowned, but put the towel back on the hook.
He walked back into the dormitory and sidled over to his four poster bed and let himself fall on it. The softness was comforting and he allowed himself to think over the events of the day.
He had been visited early in the morning by Dumbledore who explained to him, after offering a lemon drop of course, that he would be moved into a room with his aniki for the rest of the summer and through out the year. Sadness welled inside him. He wouldn't get to see Ron and, in fact, Ron would never even realize it was him. He would just be the kid brother of the teacher. Natsu briefly wondered if that was how Ginny felt to a certain degree when she still had her crush on him. He dismissed that train of thought for now.
He had been informed that he could go to any of the classes he wished, as long as he stayed in that class until the end and he had to go to his brother's class everyday. Natsu had agreed quite happily, after all he couldn't wait to see his brother teach, not that he was very keen on the idea of martial arts and the like, him never having been very strong nor having the stamina to fight. In fact, Natsu seemed to go out of his way no to get hurt now. It didn't seem like it to someone looking in from the outside, but it was true. After the past summer, he felt like his tolerance for pain had decreased more then anything and despite his healing abilities, he still didn't want to be hurt.
Of course that was a natural thought process. No one REALLY wanted to hurt himself or herself, not unless you were a masochist and Natsu was by no means a masochist. A huff of air made it's way from his lungs and he turned over on the bed, pulling the pillow to his chest.
After he had been allowed leave from the hospital wing he had decided it would be best for him to head to the dormitory to pack only to spend the next hour walking slowly to Gryffindor Tower, mind eschew. Dumbledore was not going keep away from his classes, which meant he was allowing him to continue his magical education, even if it was only theory. This confused him somewhat.
There was no reason to do this for Natsu unless he still believed him to be the one prophesized to defeat Voldemort. Now that he thought about it, the prophecy made more sense now then ever before. The power the dark lord knew not was surely his demonic energy.
Natsu knew the battle against Voldemort was a long way off. He was not ready, though he almost felt he never would be, and he had to learn to control this new power of his and learn as much about the wizarding world as he could. Even if it meant spending nights in the library learning about potions and magical creatures that would surely be on Voldemort's side.
He hugged the pillow closer to his body, feeling a tingle up his spine. He didn't know why but he had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. He didn't know when, just that it would.
The door to the boys dormitory creaked open, startling Natsu enough to sit up like a rake someone stepped on only to have the other end come flying up into their face. Seshomaru poked his head through the door. "Are you ready to be moved, Natsu?" Natsu nodded and dropped the pillow back on the bed, praying that his eyes weren't puffy anymore. They must not have been because Seshomaru made no remarks, only picked up the trunk and heaved it under his arm, looking very lopsided. Natsu felt a giggle bubble up in his throat but forced it back, instead taking notice of his brother's hair.
"Aniki! You tied your hair back!" There was a thin red ribbon that tied his hair back just below the nape of his neck. It looked very loose but at the same time it fit perfectly with his big brother. His brother was always perfect, Natsu couldn't help but smile.
"Yes, the Headmaster believed it would be best as not to have the other professors believe me young and ignorant." Seshomaru snorted at the thought, " The length of one's hair should determine seniority. It is obvious I am the oldest, thus my hair is longer than the Headmasters, and the Headmasters is longer than everyone else's." Natsu could hold back the giggle this time.
"What about me? My hairs longer than a lot of the teachers but I'm younger than them!" Seshomaru shot him a shrewd look then turned his nose up in mock haughtiness.
"You're still a pup, you don't count." Natsu gaped and watched as his brother smirked before leaving the dorm and heading down the stairs.
"You might want to hurry up or I'm leaving without you Natsu!" The younger demon shook out of his daze and smiled. He leapt from the bed and raced after his brother. He heard the sound of the portrait hole closing and yelled, "Wait for me!"
Once he got outside the tower there was no sight of his brother. He looked left and right hoping to catch a wisp of hair flying around a corner but there was none. A cough sounded behind him. He turned to the Fat Lady and she looked down at him quite sleepily.
"That one said for you to track him down with his nose, the silly man. Who can track anything down with their nose really-"
"Wait, you mean my aniki? What do you mean track him down with my nose?" Natsu asked confused. The portrait merely gave him a disgruntled look and replied, "How am I to know what he's thinking, good night!" And she promptly left the frame, most likely to find a quieter place to rest.
Natsu waited a moment and the smacked himself in the head. "Well duh!" He was such an idiot, his big brother wanted him to practice using his nose! He had forgotten his enhanced sense of smell. But his brother surely did not mean for him to crawl on the ground like some animal! He gave a sniff, testing the air around him. He barely caught the aroma of leaves and river water but he did catch it. He held his nose up high, nostrils flaring and unflaring as he took slow steps. He was certain he looked like Crookshanks when the cat smelled something and started bobbing his head, but right now, all that mattered was that he had the trail.
Natsu spent the next twenty minutes following that trail, and each minute had given him more confidence in his abilities. As he rounded the corner more quickly than the last a wide grin spread across his face there was his aniki, standing next to a statue of a great leering gargoyle. Looking around himself, Natsu found great displeasure in realizing they were in the dungeons. He rushed to his brother as the drafty temperature of the surroundings finally got to him.
"Good job, otouto. I'm proud of you." Seshomaru reached out and ruffled Natsu's hair and Natsu let out a yip of surprise before a giggle once again flew out his mouth. Gosh, he was so giddy today. "So we're staying in the dungeons?" He asked though he knew the answer already. "Where's my trunk?" Seshomaru turned away from him, "I put it in your room already," then focused his attention on the statue. "Snapping Snorkles." And the gargoyle stood up off its haunches to allow them entrance. Natsu followed his brother into their room and the statue immediately went back into place.
There was a common room of sorts, lit by a large marble fireplace that warmed the whole room. There were to curved staircases on either side of a platform the looked over them where three mahogany doors stood proudly. A red sofa and plush armchair sat by the hearth, looking ever so comfy. But Seshomaru didn't let him dwell on that though. Instead he led his younger brother up the right staircase. He knocked a hand on the first door.
"This is my room" He stated, "You can come to me whenever you need to talk or are bored, though I might be stuck having to grade papers, though if I have my way there won't be any.
He moved to the next door and opened it, the hinges not making a sound. "This is the bathroom." There was a large mirror and two sinks, along with an enormous shower covered with light blue tile. Seshomaru closed the door and moved to the last one. "This," he said quietly, "is your room." And he turned the knob. Natsu gasped, stunned.
Inside this room that was his, all his! The walls were painted a deep crimson that seemed so warm it made him sleepy. There was a large four poster bed with the curtains and all, an enormous armoire and an extravagant looking bookcase.
"The head master felt it fit to find some books he thought you may find interesting." Seshomaru said quietly, watching his little brother's face start to glow. Soon, he found himself embrace around the middle by a near sobbing Natsu. Seshomaru smiled softly and rubbed the young demons back.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Natsu repeated over and over into his brother's white shirt, for once not caring if he ruined clothing. Slowly, he found himself calming, and drifting into a comfortable blackness. All he cared about was the loving arms around him.
A/N
Yes, I took forever again, but I made it 300 words short of 3000, just the story not including the author notes. I got things moving a little more and this isn't exactly a cliff hanger ending to a chapter but I know you all still want to read so that's okay. Just to warn all you who don't like guyxguy pairings, I think you're going to be dissapointed because I had the idea today to make Natsu a cute little uke. I'm sorry to you guys, but I despise Ginny/Harry pairings. I despise Ginny alone, except for the rare times the author completely changes her and makes her less dramatic and 'I deserve to know everything and be part of everything because I'm Harry's friend too!' attitude. Sorry about that.
Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW. I've made a live journal account and I plan to make some picture of Natsu and put them there
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