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Harry Potter: Demon Possessed
Chapter Twelve: The Teachers
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"I want options," Harry told his slaves at breakfast the next morning. They had all gotten their schedules from their respective Heads of House, and Ron was complaining loudly about the fact that they had classes with the Slytherins again.
"We should probably keep an eye on people we know have links to You-Know-Who," Hermione suggested. "Someone from Slytherin."
"Parkinson?" Nina named. "She's pretty close to that guy from the train yesterday."
"Too close," Hermione said. "Malfoy would notice her stalking off to give reports."
"Not to mention she's too ugly for Master," Hannah piped up from the Hufflepuff table.
"Anyway, she could use the Bond to communicate."
"Please," Harry said, "tell me that you have another idea."
"Oh, I do," Hermione told him. "Greengrass."
"Why are you lot so quiet?" Ron asked through a mouthful of sausage.
"Ma-Harry, look up at the Head Table," Hermione said. Harry followed her gaze and scanned the teachers. The only things he saw noteworthy were Snape glowering at him and Dumbledore reading a scrap of rough parchment delivered with the morning mail. "No new faces."
"So Dumbledore didn't get a new Defense teacher?" Ron asked stupidly. "I thought for sure that-"
BANG! CRASH! "Oniichan, was that necessary?"
Everyone's necks cracked as their heads twisted to look at the doors to the Great Hall. The rich wood burst open, and the Okami Siblings strode into the Hall, Kokennin in the lead.
"Students, if I may have your attention," Dumbledore spoke, rising from his seat. Kokennin ignored the stares from the students, while Mana was focused more on her pup than anything else and Naba tried to melt into her sister's side as they walked behind the table and took three of the seats.
"There are a few additions to the teaching staff this year. May I introduce Okami Kokennin, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher; his sister Mana, our Assistant Healer; and their sister Naba, the new Apprentice Potions Mistress. They have much to teach us, and much to learn." He looked hard at Harry. The twinkle in his eyes disappeared for a fraction of a second. "Let's give them a Hogwarts welcome."
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It was lunchtime. Harry wasn't hungry, so he ditched his classmates and slaves and climbed to the top of one of the parapets. He crouched on the ledge, enjoying the cool wind in the hot summer air. He sighed. His tail twitched agitatedly.
"Am I really doing the right thing?" he asked the winds. They gave no answer; merely danced around him and laughed.
"Potter-san," a soft voice said from behind him. The demon turned sharply at the sound. Behind him stood Mana, with Rayne wrapped in a small bundle in her arms.
"What do you want?"
"Just to answer your question," the woman said. She sat beside him. "Maybe to help, if I can."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
Her gentle smile faltered for a moment. She shifted the baby to her lap and pulled a short knife out of her sleeve.
"Stick out your hand, Harry," she said. A small chuckle at his hesitance. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Harry slowly held out his hand and watched Mana use the knife to cut her palm. Red blood tricked from the wound. She grabbed Harry's wrist and said, "By the Moon, the Mark, and my Blood, I swear to tell solely the honest truth to this man."
A tendril of red snaked around Harry's wrist, glowing slightly. The light died down, and the demon found a line of dried blood running around his arm.
"What did you do?" he demanded.
"I just performed a Blood Oath, Potter-san," Mana said quietly. She removed her hand and shifted Rayne back into her arms. "I will tell you the truth, or everyone who is related to me by blood and I will die of Silver Blood Poisoning."
"Why not just do a Witch's Oath?"
"Potter-san, you just saw about all the magic I can do. You know," the older teen chuckled, "you're a lot like Oniichan. You both think you're the best in the world."
"Oh, really?"
"Hai," Mana said, brushing some of her graying rusty hair out of her face. Now that he was close, Harry noticed that she bore scars above her left eye and along her jaw. "To answer your question, Potter-san, what should be done is often confused with what needs to be done. There are many people in this world, and all of them think they should live, even if others must die. Tell me, why are you doing what you are? Why did you go through with these rituals?"
"I..." Harry started. He thought hard. He didn't really think about why he was doing this. After he transformed himself, he felt so powerful that he could do anything. Whatever he wanted, and no one would stop him. Then Nina introduced him to the Slave ritual, and it made him feel even greater. But he couldn't remember the reason why he did to begin with.
"Potter-san, you felt strength for the first time," Mana intuited. Harry looked at her in surprise. "What you need to remember is that you need to control what you do with that power-I saw what you did to Crabbe-san and Goyle-san-and you need to be more careful."
"Careful!?" Harry demanded, springing up from his seat. "They insult my godfather, the closest thing to a dad I've ever had, and you tell me to be careful!?"
"Hai, Potter-san," Mana said, unfazed. Rayne stirred in her blanket, quietly opened one steel-grey eye, and went back to sleep.
"Miss Okami--"
"Please, just Mana."
"--Mana," Harry said. He didn't know why he was being so soft, but this young woman seemed to emanate calm and peace. "Who is her father?"
"Rayne's Tousan?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Oniichan," Mana said with a smile. She seemed to either not notice or not care about Harry's flabbergasted expression. "Oniichan and I mated, and young Rayne-chan was born about a month after we got all those Trackers to stop chasing us."
"You mean that...Kokennin is her dad?"
"Hai," Mana said, standing up slowly. Without warning, she vaulted herself and her bundle off of the parapet and onto a nearby tower, making her way down to the roof of what Harry realized was the Hospital Wing. He sighed and decided to make his way down as well.
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After lunch, the Gryffindors and Slytherins had Defense Against the Dark Arts together. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Nina waited outside the door to the classroom, while Malfoy--seemingly undiscouraged by his close encounter the day before--made quiet jokes to loud Slytherin guffaws. It was then that Harry actually noticed Daphne Greengrass. She stood by herself down the hallway, a ways away from the others. She carried a number of definitely-not-school-related books under her arm and was leafing through one (/120 Days of Sodom/ by Marquis de Sade) as they waited for their teacher to get there.
The bell rang, and Kokennin had still not arrived. Five, and then ten minutes had passed before hurried footsteps pounded up the hallway.
"S-s-s-t-students," Naba panted, "a-a-re t-t-t-t-o m-meet on t-the-the g-g-gr-gounds."
"Who says?" Malfoy, not at all impressed at the young tanned girl.
"K-k-Ko-kun," she stated firmly, if quietly. She glanced furtively at Harry and his slaves. She pulled a scrap of parchment out and showed it to the students gathered in the corridor.
Students with Professor Okami shall meet on the Quidditch pitch. Fifteen minutes will be allowed to those who neglected to read the notice in their common rooms.
Professor M. McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Does that thing say fifteen minutes?"
"Yeah."
"But we've been here for ten, so...."
"So what? It's not like we can get in that much trouble. We didn't even know."
"Did you guys see Professor Okami at breakfast? I don't know about you, but I don't want to piss him off."
"I know, that guy means business."
"But," Nina said, breaking through the chatter, "we have about three minutes to get to the Quidditch pitch."
The message sank in. The students realized their problem.
Then they hauled ass down the corridor.
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Okami Kokennin was rather annoyed. Just as he was finally getting used to his life as a free man, the meddling old human had plucked them up and drafted them into his gang of rag-tag fighters so that he could improve relations with the werewolves and other creatures and keep them from joining this Voldemort character. Not that it mattered who won to him-Kokennin just wanted his family to stay safe.
"Runts," he said to his out-of-breath students. "We have two of these classes every week. During this time, you will use no magic. Anyone who does will be removed immediately. Understood?" there was a murmur of disappointed agreement. "Before you learn to defend yourselves you have to make yourselves stronger. Five laps around the field. Now."
"You must be joking," Malfoy drawled from the back of the cluster. Most of the other students agreed with him.
"I don't joke."
"You can't make me run around the pitch," Malfoy said with his arms crossed.
"What is your name?"
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"Fight me," Kokennin said, dropping into a loose defensive stance. "The rest of you get going."
"I'm not going to waste my time fighting a half-breed like you!" Malfoy spat. Harry's ear twitched at the "news."
"I am no half-breed," Kokennin growled. He leapt forward, over the students, and landed almost a yard behind the blonde. He spun, kicked Malfoy in the knee, side, ribs, and then the side of his head, and finally grabbed his arm and threw the slick-haired Slytherin halfway across the pitch. Kokennin turned to the rest of the class, who noticed that he hadn't broken a sweat.
"Start running."
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Words, words, words to say. Anyone got some?
To Skoell: Yes, Ferret-man will make many many more appearances, if I have anything to say about it.
To PerfesserN: Not originally, but it just turned out that way, huh?
To Dragen: We all hope for different things, and this one may (or may not) actually happen.
To SpikeofDoom: Well, it's your opinion, so I won't send the Spoon of Doooooom after your ass. However, I wanted to add Hermy. I did so. I like it. Thank you very damn much.
To adolf3: Why not say "nya" at the end of every sentence?
To Necrodeo: I thought I said no more suggestions for slaves?
ATTENTION: ALL SLAVES HAVE ALREADY BEEN CHOSEN!!! ALL FORMS FOR THOSE SLAVES HAVE ALREADY BEEN CHOSEN!!! IF YOU SUGGESTED SOMETHING, AND IT APPEARS LATER IN THE FIC, IT IS PURE COINCIDENCE!!!
To Dragen: YES! Someone finally gets it!
Okay, thank you, thank you again for reviews. Please do it again, it never gets old. THis is Pillsy, going off to plot the next chapter.
Chapter Twelve: The Teachers
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"I want options," Harry told his slaves at breakfast the next morning. They had all gotten their schedules from their respective Heads of House, and Ron was complaining loudly about the fact that they had classes with the Slytherins again.
"We should probably keep an eye on people we know have links to You-Know-Who," Hermione suggested. "Someone from Slytherin."
"Parkinson?" Nina named. "She's pretty close to that guy from the train yesterday."
"Too close," Hermione said. "Malfoy would notice her stalking off to give reports."
"Not to mention she's too ugly for Master," Hannah piped up from the Hufflepuff table.
"Anyway, she could use the Bond to communicate."
"Please," Harry said, "tell me that you have another idea."
"Oh, I do," Hermione told him. "Greengrass."
"Why are you lot so quiet?" Ron asked through a mouthful of sausage.
"Ma-Harry, look up at the Head Table," Hermione said. Harry followed her gaze and scanned the teachers. The only things he saw noteworthy were Snape glowering at him and Dumbledore reading a scrap of rough parchment delivered with the morning mail. "No new faces."
"So Dumbledore didn't get a new Defense teacher?" Ron asked stupidly. "I thought for sure that-"
BANG! CRASH! "Oniichan, was that necessary?"
Everyone's necks cracked as their heads twisted to look at the doors to the Great Hall. The rich wood burst open, and the Okami Siblings strode into the Hall, Kokennin in the lead.
"Students, if I may have your attention," Dumbledore spoke, rising from his seat. Kokennin ignored the stares from the students, while Mana was focused more on her pup than anything else and Naba tried to melt into her sister's side as they walked behind the table and took three of the seats.
"There are a few additions to the teaching staff this year. May I introduce Okami Kokennin, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher; his sister Mana, our Assistant Healer; and their sister Naba, the new Apprentice Potions Mistress. They have much to teach us, and much to learn." He looked hard at Harry. The twinkle in his eyes disappeared for a fraction of a second. "Let's give them a Hogwarts welcome."
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It was lunchtime. Harry wasn't hungry, so he ditched his classmates and slaves and climbed to the top of one of the parapets. He crouched on the ledge, enjoying the cool wind in the hot summer air. He sighed. His tail twitched agitatedly.
"Am I really doing the right thing?" he asked the winds. They gave no answer; merely danced around him and laughed.
"Potter-san," a soft voice said from behind him. The demon turned sharply at the sound. Behind him stood Mana, with Rayne wrapped in a small bundle in her arms.
"What do you want?"
"Just to answer your question," the woman said. She sat beside him. "Maybe to help, if I can."
"How do I know I can trust you?"
Her gentle smile faltered for a moment. She shifted the baby to her lap and pulled a short knife out of her sleeve.
"Stick out your hand, Harry," she said. A small chuckle at his hesitance. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Harry slowly held out his hand and watched Mana use the knife to cut her palm. Red blood tricked from the wound. She grabbed Harry's wrist and said, "By the Moon, the Mark, and my Blood, I swear to tell solely the honest truth to this man."
A tendril of red snaked around Harry's wrist, glowing slightly. The light died down, and the demon found a line of dried blood running around his arm.
"What did you do?" he demanded.
"I just performed a Blood Oath, Potter-san," Mana said quietly. She removed her hand and shifted Rayne back into her arms. "I will tell you the truth, or everyone who is related to me by blood and I will die of Silver Blood Poisoning."
"Why not just do a Witch's Oath?"
"Potter-san, you just saw about all the magic I can do. You know," the older teen chuckled, "you're a lot like Oniichan. You both think you're the best in the world."
"Oh, really?"
"Hai," Mana said, brushing some of her graying rusty hair out of her face. Now that he was close, Harry noticed that she bore scars above her left eye and along her jaw. "To answer your question, Potter-san, what should be done is often confused with what needs to be done. There are many people in this world, and all of them think they should live, even if others must die. Tell me, why are you doing what you are? Why did you go through with these rituals?"
"I..." Harry started. He thought hard. He didn't really think about why he was doing this. After he transformed himself, he felt so powerful that he could do anything. Whatever he wanted, and no one would stop him. Then Nina introduced him to the Slave ritual, and it made him feel even greater. But he couldn't remember the reason why he did to begin with.
"Potter-san, you felt strength for the first time," Mana intuited. Harry looked at her in surprise. "What you need to remember is that you need to control what you do with that power-I saw what you did to Crabbe-san and Goyle-san-and you need to be more careful."
"Careful!?" Harry demanded, springing up from his seat. "They insult my godfather, the closest thing to a dad I've ever had, and you tell me to be careful!?"
"Hai, Potter-san," Mana said, unfazed. Rayne stirred in her blanket, quietly opened one steel-grey eye, and went back to sleep.
"Miss Okami--"
"Please, just Mana."
"--Mana," Harry said. He didn't know why he was being so soft, but this young woman seemed to emanate calm and peace. "Who is her father?"
"Rayne's Tousan?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Oniichan," Mana said with a smile. She seemed to either not notice or not care about Harry's flabbergasted expression. "Oniichan and I mated, and young Rayne-chan was born about a month after we got all those Trackers to stop chasing us."
"You mean that...Kokennin is her dad?"
"Hai," Mana said, standing up slowly. Without warning, she vaulted herself and her bundle off of the parapet and onto a nearby tower, making her way down to the roof of what Harry realized was the Hospital Wing. He sighed and decided to make his way down as well.
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After lunch, the Gryffindors and Slytherins had Defense Against the Dark Arts together. Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Nina waited outside the door to the classroom, while Malfoy--seemingly undiscouraged by his close encounter the day before--made quiet jokes to loud Slytherin guffaws. It was then that Harry actually noticed Daphne Greengrass. She stood by herself down the hallway, a ways away from the others. She carried a number of definitely-not-school-related books under her arm and was leafing through one (/120 Days of Sodom/ by Marquis de Sade) as they waited for their teacher to get there.
The bell rang, and Kokennin had still not arrived. Five, and then ten minutes had passed before hurried footsteps pounded up the hallway.
"S-s-s-t-students," Naba panted, "a-a-re t-t-t-t-o m-meet on t-the-the g-g-gr-gounds."
"Who says?" Malfoy, not at all impressed at the young tanned girl.
"K-k-Ko-kun," she stated firmly, if quietly. She glanced furtively at Harry and his slaves. She pulled a scrap of parchment out and showed it to the students gathered in the corridor.
Students with Professor Okami shall meet on the Quidditch pitch. Fifteen minutes will be allowed to those who neglected to read the notice in their common rooms.
Professor M. McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Does that thing say fifteen minutes?"
"Yeah."
"But we've been here for ten, so...."
"So what? It's not like we can get in that much trouble. We didn't even know."
"Did you guys see Professor Okami at breakfast? I don't know about you, but I don't want to piss him off."
"I know, that guy means business."
"But," Nina said, breaking through the chatter, "we have about three minutes to get to the Quidditch pitch."
The message sank in. The students realized their problem.
Then they hauled ass down the corridor.
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Okami Kokennin was rather annoyed. Just as he was finally getting used to his life as a free man, the meddling old human had plucked them up and drafted them into his gang of rag-tag fighters so that he could improve relations with the werewolves and other creatures and keep them from joining this Voldemort character. Not that it mattered who won to him-Kokennin just wanted his family to stay safe.
"Runts," he said to his out-of-breath students. "We have two of these classes every week. During this time, you will use no magic. Anyone who does will be removed immediately. Understood?" there was a murmur of disappointed agreement. "Before you learn to defend yourselves you have to make yourselves stronger. Five laps around the field. Now."
"You must be joking," Malfoy drawled from the back of the cluster. Most of the other students agreed with him.
"I don't joke."
"You can't make me run around the pitch," Malfoy said with his arms crossed.
"What is your name?"
"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"Fight me," Kokennin said, dropping into a loose defensive stance. "The rest of you get going."
"I'm not going to waste my time fighting a half-breed like you!" Malfoy spat. Harry's ear twitched at the "news."
"I am no half-breed," Kokennin growled. He leapt forward, over the students, and landed almost a yard behind the blonde. He spun, kicked Malfoy in the knee, side, ribs, and then the side of his head, and finally grabbed his arm and threw the slick-haired Slytherin halfway across the pitch. Kokennin turned to the rest of the class, who noticed that he hadn't broken a sweat.
"Start running."
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Words, words, words to say. Anyone got some?
To Skoell: Yes, Ferret-man will make many many more appearances, if I have anything to say about it.
To PerfesserN: Not originally, but it just turned out that way, huh?
To Dragen: We all hope for different things, and this one may (or may not) actually happen.
To SpikeofDoom: Well, it's your opinion, so I won't send the Spoon of Doooooom after your ass. However, I wanted to add Hermy. I did so. I like it. Thank you very damn much.
To adolf3: Why not say "nya" at the end of every sentence?
To Necrodeo: I thought I said no more suggestions for slaves?
ATTENTION: ALL SLAVES HAVE ALREADY BEEN CHOSEN!!! ALL FORMS FOR THOSE SLAVES HAVE ALREADY BEEN CHOSEN!!! IF YOU SUGGESTED SOMETHING, AND IT APPEARS LATER IN THE FIC, IT IS PURE COINCIDENCE!!!
To Dragen: YES! Someone finally gets it!
Okay, thank you, thank you again for reviews. Please do it again, it never gets old. THis is Pillsy, going off to plot the next chapter.
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