7/6 - 7/7 of 08
I decided to try and do another chapter now 3 I saw the reviews almost immediately after posting chapter 14 and got all warm and fuzzy inside. I've chosen to remove the Very Important thing because it annoys me how it makes it seem longer than it really is :(
Rating
PG13 for swears and violence, rating may change in certain chapters, you will be informed when such happens.
Summary
Inuyasha/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 15
The rest of the day was spent in their private rooms, Natsu choosing to take a nap and Seshomaru reading his books and making course plans. Dinner was skipped after the filling meal in the kitchens and it was very quiet.
Natsu had curled up on the couch beside his brother and was peacefully snoozing. The book Seshomaru was writing in already had the plans for the first semester finished and he was well into the second. There was little to write. Instead of bothering with long detailed descriptions he settled for brief summaries and the dates of when he planned to finish teaching things. He would have the ten assignment due according to where they were and gave a few day between each bit of planning so that if things took longer than they should it wouldn't interfere with the next unit.
Setting the papers down, he turned to look at his little brother. The black hair was much too long, it scraped the floor and even now the small inu youkai was laying on it. A few strands had fallen into his face and Seshomaru reached over to push them to the side and smiled when a small smile appeared at his touch. Standing, he placed his hands under Natsu's knees and shoulders and lifted him up. He carried his brother right up to his room and tucked him in to bed.
Before he left, Seshomaru eyed the pile of glass on the floor and remembered the small velvet bag and the cloak still downstairs. He would get them some other time. "This Seshomaru is tired," he mumbled, rubbing his head. Back in his own room, he climbed into bed and turned out his lights.
The next morning Seshomaru awoke to a timid knock on the door. His eyes opened and he sat up, getting out of bed he went to his door. He had always been a morning kind of youkai.
Natsu stood there looking at him pitifully. He was already cleaned and dressed in Japanese clothing again. A growling noise met his ears and he smiled. "Come on, Seshomaru-u!" Natsu whined, "I'm starving!" Seshomaru merely told him to wait in the common room for him. The pup gave him a pained, wide-eyed look but did as told.
Seshomaru climbed into the shower, he hated the way the water pelted his face, and hurriedly washed himself. The water had just started to warm up when he climbed out.
Wrapping his hair in a towel, Seshomaru put on the white shatsu and hakama he had brought with him into the bathroom. Once finished, he set about the task of brushing his hair. Naturally this took a very long time. Once he was certain there weren't any knots, he pulled it back into a high ponytail with a red tie. Looking into the mirror he saw his father. It somewhat angered him.
Inutaisho had abandoned him the second he fell in love with that ningen. It had been improper and disprespectful to his mother, having died just a few months before. The taiyoukai had then killed himself to save her. She died a few years later.
Seshomaru shook his head, he wouldn't deal with this right now, it was something that would require plenty of time to brood. Moreover, there was no such time, as he could hear Natsu whining and howling downstairs. A smile graced his lips and he left the bathroom again.
The Great Hall was empty when Seshomaru and Natsu opened its doors. The table was bear and the seats empty, the whole place looked gloomy and abandoned without people around to make it come alive. None the less, they were hungry and a breakfast alone wasn't enough to dissuade them from filling their stomachs.
Natsu ran to the table and pulled out a chair for himself, settling into it and making sure he didn't sit on his tail. Seshomaru followed a bit more slowly and sat beside his brother. The moment he was seated, the room seemed to light up and dish after dish of food popped into existence on the table, startling poor Seshomaru enough to jerk backwards. Peels of laughter escaped from Natsu as he immediately started piling food onto his plate.
He was graced with a glare as Seshomaru began to put food on his own dish, some how displaying royalty in his movements. 'Gosh,' Natsu thought. 'He has to teach me how to do that…'
Several minutes after beginning their meal, a few more teachers stumbled in, taking seats and starting conversations about what they would be doing with what students that year. Dumbledore, once again, was the last to arrive and sat next to Kagome, on Natsu's left. Natsu, having finished his meal long ago after realizing that there was no way eating so much could make him grow faster, sat back and stared at the ceiling in awe. He had never just taken the time to look at it, really look at it.
Shades of orange flowed and mixed with puffy clouds, the stars near invisible at this hour. It seemed as though he were watching heaven itself.
"Albus." The voice startled Natsu out of his trance. He realized it came from an elderly teacher, sitting straight with cleanly trimmed white hair and wrinkles outlining the sides of his mouth and eyes. They were hazel and seemed to spark feelings of nervousness in him.
"Yes, Jonathon?" The Headmaster replied cheerfully before nibbling on a roll that he had slathered ketchup on and sprinkled bacon onto. "I was curious," the man started, "As to why you were bending the school rules to allow Professor Janfrer's sibling to stay at the school. Was it not decided, by the school governors, that such visitations not be permitted?"
The table had gone silent and there was little doubt that everyone at the table was curious to the answer of the question as well. "Well, Jonathon," Dumbledore's voice sounded chiding, as though talking to a young child. "That is really between the School Board and myself." The professor didn't so much as flinch and his hard eyes seemed expecting. "However, I shall indulge you. It turns out that youkai children need to be in the presence of their species youki constantly. To do otherwise would stunt their growth and cause several problems once they reached adulthood."
"There were no other candidates for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position currently available. To not bend the rules for this would leave the ministry with the job of obtaining a suitable teacher. We know what happened the last time that occurred, do we not, Jonathon?"
The man was obviously irritated by Dumbledore's drawn out and not-quite-straight answer. He let it slide and nodded coolly instead. The rest of breakfast was notably tense and Natsu felt somewhat awkward. He was about to ask his brother, quietly as possible, if they could leave when Seshomaru became engaged in a conversation with Professor Snape. Something about a spar, but Natsu didn't bother keeping track of what was being said. He was simply and completely bored and without anyone to talk to, seeing as Kagome was going over what to expect on the O.W.L.s with Professor McGonagall.
Then came Remus Lupin.
"So, Natsu. Do you have any other brothers or sisters?" Natsu felt a tingle of nervousness. Could werewolves tell when someone was nervous? He had a feeling they could. He had best tell the truth or as much of it as he could. "Yeah," he mumbled. "I've got a younger brother."
Remus seemed surprised. "Why isn't he here then? Surely he needs looking after as well." Natsu shook his head and explained, "He's our half brother. He's only half demon and half-human, so he ages faster. He's an adult now, I guess." He shrugged. "I never met him." Remus was frowning now but said nothing. Natsu had the impression that the man believed that there were old prejudices involved. Just the way his eyes narrowed and how he held his chin in his palm.
"Are you ready to go, Natsu?" Seshomaru nudged him. Natsu jumped up and pushed his chair in immediately. His brother smiled a little and followed suit. The two made their way steadily back to their rooms.
"What was that teacher talking about earlier?" Natsu asked once they entered the dungeons breaking the silence that had taken the two once they left the hall. "Non students and non teachers are generally refused entry to the castle. Aside from your Ministry, no outsiders are allowed unless there is an emergency. The Headmaster is bending these rules and some do not appreciate it."
They arrived at the gargoyle, Seshomaru muttering the password and urging his brother in to the room. Natsu caught sight if his cloak and the velvet bag on the small table by the couch and immediately went for it. Seshomaru allowed the younger to take it up to his room, asking him to come back down after putting them away.
To Natsu, the cloak felt softer than he ever remembered, not worn out or stretched like it used to be. In a way he missed the feeling of oldness it had, bringing a sense of familiarity. It was gone now, just like Harry Potter was. He was Now Natsu of the Western Lands and this was his invisibility cloak.
Natsu left the items on his bed and returned downstairs to where his brother waited for him on the couch. He joined him and the two stared at the flickering flames in the fireplace, devouring the wood and reducing it to mere cinders. "I've been curious," Seshomaru started. "Why did you keep those bits of glass. I saw them in your room and you asked the house elf to let you have the bits in your cloak."
There was no reply for several minutes, instead a slight tapping from Natsu's fingers that began to tap on the arm of the couch. The slow rhythm became erratic before stopping altogether, a sign of how much the younger youkai knew this conversation would probably hurt him.
"My godfather, Sirius Black…He gave me a mirror before I left for school last year. I hadn't known that though, he had told me not to open it for a bit and I just kind of forgot about it." He paused a moment, preparing himself for he would say next.
"I was tricked into thinking that Voldemort, you know who he is right?" He waited for Seshomaru's nod before continuing, "Well, he tricked me into believing Sirius was in trouble at the Ministry and I went there with my friends. When we got to the place I thought he was being kept, we figured out it was all a scheme to get me there. You see... there were all these prophecies contained in these funny little orbs that only the people they were about could pick them up. Voldemort couldn't get there, so in a way he sent me."
Natsu rubbed his face, feeling wetness in his eyes. "And I did exactly what he wanted." He straightened up to try and continue the story. "Sirius came to rescue me and he died trying. It was my fault he's not here anymore. If I had opened that package I would have been able to communicate with him through it. I wouldn't have believed he was in trouble and he wouldn't have had to save me!" A tear escaped his eye and managed to slip down his left cheek before he swatted it away.
Seshomaru pulled him into a hug with his right arm, not really understanding quite what Natsu meant by communicating with the mirror but choosing to ask later. Right now he understood that Natsu needed to release it all.
A/N end note
I'd really like to thank two reviewers for being, not only my first to review, but reviewing nearly every single chapter since I started this fanfic : )
Thank you Sessho's Gal and Sugar High Water Uma! You two have been great!
I suddenly realize how it sounds like I have decide to end this whole thing because of that statement XD
