Don't be ridiculous folks, I don't hate Inuyasha, I just see things from too many sides to be able to stick with one. Tell ya what, maybe sometime, I'll write up a nice Inukag without the cruelness, kay? Well, you don't have a choice anyway…I don't think I truly hat many characters from novels or mangas. I just get annoyed with them sometimes. Besides, I'm trying to keep Seshy in character for somethings and out of character for Natsu especially ,
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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 13
Natsu awoke to the dulcet tones of a muffled voice and his sleep fogged brain tried to block them out but he was no occlumens, as last year had proven. So instead he settled for wrapping his pillow around his long ears and blankets cocooned around his small body. They were, when combined, very nice in keeping the noise out and he found himself feeling quite content to just snuggle even deeper into their warm fuzziness and sleep even longer. He froze. Blankets? Pillows?
Natsu shot up, looking around his body in numb surprise. How did he get here? Wasn't he with-
Oh yes, Natsu felt a broad grin spread onto his face as he recalled the previous evening. The tracking, the finding the awe of the new rooms. 'My room,' He thought with the slightest bit of smugness. "All mine!" Natsu proclaimed rather proudly.
"Really? What's all yours?"
Natsu leapt to his hands and knees, feeling his hackles rising as he swung to where the voice came from. A familiar white headed demon looked through the door frame, eyebrow raised in the most elegant of ways. "Seshomaru!" Natsu squealed in embarrassment and found his body relaxing again. He heaved himself up out of the mess of fabric and, nearly tripping, got his feet on the ground before giving his brother a snuggle.
Seshomaru gave a ghost of a smile and pulled the younger in a friendly one armed hug. "We should head down to the Great Hall. The Headmaster requested that you were 'introduced' to the rest of the staff. Seeing as you will find yourself with a rank similar to that of a teacher and all."
Natsu nodded and pulled away, "Should I get a shower before or after?" The question was so innocent and so much like what a child would ask that Seshomaru felt a small tug on his heart. Natsu truly was a young demon, both mind and body. "Take a shower, we'll head up to the Hall when your finished."
As Natsu left to the bathroom Seshomaru gave a glance over the room. Making a few long strides over to the armoire and tugged it open. He had been advised not to where his own outlandish clothing amongst the students and teachers, Headmaster Dumbledore's wishes of course, and the man had set about supplying him and Natsu a new wardrobe for public appearances.
For Seshomaru it had consisted of a simple black shirt and pants and robes to cover them, but as Seshomaru had found after a few minutes sorting through his own armoire, the Headmaster had also supplied his with a variety of toned down Japanese shatsu and hakama. They seemed a little different than he had ever seen but assumed that it was the changing of time.
In Natsu's armoire he found many muggle tops and bottoms, and only a few Japanese garments. That was to be expected as Natsu had grown up separate from his real culture, his true self. 'I do believe I am getting poetic…'Seshomaru thought disconcertedly. Poetic was something he never wanted to be.
At that moment Natsu returned from the bathroom, tail weighted down with water though it seemed he had tried to squeeze as much of it out as he could. He looked a little embarassed at his brother seeing his half naked body but pretended to ignore his, pink flush spreading across his nose. Greatly amused by this, Seshomaru ruffled Natsu's soaked hair and gazed sadly at the scarred back. It would never go away. He might be able to hide it still but they would always remain a reminder of his time with his false relatives.
"Seshomaru, can you please leave a moment?" A small, mature voice piped up, it's owners emerald eyes staring up at him with a hint of childish irritation. Seshomaru smiled and made his way out the door and closed it behind him. Natsu watched it a few moments, just to be sure his brother had left, and turned to his armoire. He was rather curious as to what Seshomaru had been looking at.
Natsu reached into the fabrics and caught hold of a hanger. Pulling it out his eyes scanned the blood red designs on the legs of a white hakama. He smiled appraisingly and laid it on the bed before returning to the armoire. Sifting through the different materials and styles, he found matching white shatsu. Natsu closed the door and placed the shatsu on top of the hakama and began to dry himself off.
Hair wrapped up in his towel like a turban, Natsu pulled the pants on and looked down at himself. He was quite pleased to find they fit, though he had no intention of looking at himself in the mirror. He had been avoiding them lately, even in the bathroom he had kept his eyes downcast. He didn't want o look because he knew he wouldn't recognize himself,
Next was the Shatsu, and Natsu had to take off his 'turban' to get it over his head. It fit quite loosely, not baggily like Dudley's old clothes, but not the super fit that clung to your body either. Needless to say, he felt very happy at the moment.
Near skipping to the door, he turned the handle and exited the room. Leaning over the railing of the platform, he saw Seshomaru bent over a text book, looking bored and almost annoyed with it's content. "Aniki!" Natsu called, "Aniki, watcha doin'?" He started down the stair case and the smile refused to leave his face. Seshomaru looked up at him and replied, "Overlooking the books I'll be using in class. The Headmaster says it's required or something."
Natsu jumped from bottom 4 stairs to the landing, "Ah, and you hoped to get out of working, didn't you aniki?" Natsu's voice teased. Seshomaru gave him another soft smile like the one from the night before and looked over his little brothers clothes. He was surprised, to tell the truth. He had expected Natsu to stick with English muggle clothing. "I'm glad to see you're getting into your Japanese heritage, Natsu." He received a toothy grin, "Yes, well, they're quite comfortable."
Natsu plopped himself down on the sofa next his brother. "Shouldn't we get going to the Great Hall? If all the teachers are there-" He didn't bother finishing. Seshomaru nodded and put a sheet of paper he had writing extra notes on into the book as a marker and set it down. "Let's get going then."
The two left the warm comfortable rooms and entered the cool dark dungeons. It was quite a contrast. Natsu gave a shiver and his somewhat puffed, from drying, tail was wrapping around him. "Cold?" Seshomaru asked with a small laugh, Natsu sent him a mock glare. It was then he noticed something.
"Seshomaru! Wears you're arm!?!"
Seshomaru stared at his brother for several long moments. "You didn't notice I only had one arm," He said very slowly. Golden eyes kept staring. Natsu turned bright pink and muttered, "I guess I just never noticed…" Seshomaru flicked him in the forehead with a pleasant smile on his face.
"I guess I'll have to teach you to pay attention then, huh?"
Natsu ducked his head, still pink, and asked, "How did it happen?" His voice was a little high pitched, though quiet at the same time. Seshomaru gave a sigh and looked at the hall in front of him with hard eyes. "You don't have to tell me if it's personal!" Natsu said quickly, emerald eyes burning wholes into the dungeon floor as they walked.
"It's alright," Seshomaru muttered. "It was our half breed brother." Natsu's eyes widened and looked up at him. "Inuyasha? B-but why would he hurt you?" Seshomaru muttered a 'why wouldn't he' under his breath so Natsu couldn't hear him. "We had a fight over the sword our father left him. I was…disappointed back then with the sword he gave me…" Seshomaru looked sadly at his brother. "He had one made for you as well. He had made it first, right after your birth in fact. It's still at the palace."
Natsu felt tears start to well up in his eyes. He had a gift from a father he didn't remember. It was so different from when it had been James Potter. He had seen pictures of him, heard stories and met his fathers friends.
"Will you tell me about him?" Seshomaru started a little.
"When you're older." He smirked, "Maybe when you're 200 years old." Not for the first time, Natsu was left gaping. "200! That's not fair! Aniki!" Natsu ran after his brother after he realized he had stopped in his surprise. "ANIKI!"
The Great hall was set up no differently then Natsu's third year on Christmas break. Most of the seats were taken except for four. Natsu could see Remus sitting next to one, looking at Natsu and Seshomaru with curious eyes along with the rest of the staff. A sudden resentment bubbled up in him. Remus had held him back from getting Sirius.
The smile slid from his face and he took a seat with his brother, choosing the chair farther away from the werewolf. He had no time to muse on his sudden anger towards the man as Dumbledore and Kagome entered the Great Hall. He wore a sparkling purple robe and his boots clacked against the floor. "Morning, everyone!" The old man's eyes twinkled merrily behind his crescent moon spectacles.
There was a scattered response, some not bothering and others too drowsy to bother. Dumbledore sent Natsu a glance and a smile which he returned. "Well, since we're all here, let's eat! Introduction can wait a bit." And breakfast was served. Natsu eyed the eggs took the spoon that was in the dish to pile them onto his plate. Seshomaru however took a more calm approach to the food before them, taking 3 strips of bacon and extracting an English muffin from a wicker basket. Once Natsu had finished getting his scrambled eggs, Seshomaru took a small serving for himself and preceded to put other foods on his brother's plate.
"Aniki! I can't eat that much!" Natsu whined when Seshomaru placed a large serving of fruits onto his dish. "You didn't seem to believe that when you were taking those eggs." The older demon responded before settling into his own meal. Natsu grumbled but ended up eating most of his food anyway, much to his and most of the others at the table who were watching.
"Pups need to eat a lot so they can grow faster," Seshomaru explained to him. "Other wise, you'd only be turning into a adolescent when you're 500 years old. Needless to say, we don't really want that to happen." He placed fork full of scrambled eggs into his mouth, ignoring the unbelieving stare of his younger brother. "T-That's not fair!" He squeaked, "I don't want to be little for 500 more years!"
"Then eat more then."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as if he knew something the others didn't, and when he caught Seshomaru's own golden orbs, he nodded. Seshomaru did the same.
The remainder of breakfast was spent watching the younger of the demons shovel in food till he started to turn a bit green. Seshomaru stopped him claiming it would do him no good to throw up all the food he ate, especially before he could get any nutrients from it. Natsu gave him a funny look but stopped, opting for a large swig of Pumpkin Juice. He jerked his head back at the shock of flavor it caused on his tongue.
"You forget your senses too much, Natsu. You'll have to become aware of all of them. " The small demon pouted and for the rest of the meal took only a few smaller sips of juice, rolling it around in his mouth away from the tip of his tongue.
Dumbledore stood and clapped his hands. "As we are all finished with our meals, it seems it would be a good time to make our introductions." He beamed at Natsu and continued to say, "Our guest is Professor Jenfrer's younger brother, Natsu Janfrer. Now, lets start with Severus, and then to the left!" The dark haired man scowled irately, just as Natsu remembered through all the years. His fury at the man had slowly died down, realizing that in the situation the Potions Professor could do nothing in front of Umbridge.
"I am Severus Snape," He growled. "I teach Potions in the dungeons and am the Slytherin Head of House." His shoulders remained tense and he flicked a bang out of his face. A perfectly nice, non-greasy bang. That was a surprise, Natsu wondered what the Professor had done to it to de-oil it.
"I'm the Transfiguration teacher, my name is Minerva McGonagall. I am the Head of Gryffindor house." Natsu looked at the woman, her gray hair seemed more prominent than usual and her eyes seemed tired but kind none the less.
This continued all through the Professors until it reached Remus. "I am Remus Lupin, I am the Guidance Councilor." His eyes crinkled when he smiled. Now that Natsu was forced to recognize his presence, he found himself catching the scent of brush and dirt, along with the small smell of dog. It was strange to say the least. Natsu nodded at the werewolf then looked at his toes which he had not bothered to put shoes on.
"Alright then! Professor Janfrer, have you had the time to look over he text books I suggested?"
"Yes," Seshomaru replied. "Just how many papers are required for them to pass in?"
Dmbledore's eyes were sparkling again. "Around 10 assignments is the school standard." Seshomaru did not let his facial expression change in the least despite his inner being curling up in a state of depression somewhere in his mind. He nodded instead, and motioned for permission to leave. The Headmaster sent gave him the okay and Natsu got up as well to trail after his brother.
Well, things were finally starting to get on a roll.
A/N
I refuse to less than 2,000 words now. The story part was 2,300 this time.