Once a Wizard, Always a Shinobi Chapters 44
Rating: M (to be safe)
Warnings: Slash/shounen ai (maybe YAOI), Het, blood and stuff, non-con (though I'll warn you so you can skip), mentions of underage (I guess) HarryOC (OC dies so don’t get in a twist) ShuraHaku (yes, he WILL be a HE)
Diclaimer: I wish, but it's they're not mine. T^T
Note: Right, so, don't tell my readers at FF.Net, but I'm going to do something that will very much make you all angry. But, since the vote for a sequel won, I have to. A bit of a peak, yes? Someone dies, someone is exiled, someone is a missing nin, and Hajime has never been so mad. Also, the Council is digging it's own grave.
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Several weeks after Shurachi’s first trip into Diagon Alley as a woman, Remus Lupin showed up at the Cackling Banshee again. He was panting and had obviously run from wherever he’d been before. Shurachi was talking with the vampire he’d nearly gutted after he’d retrieved Jonathan. Both of them looked wary of the other, but neither of them was trying to kill each other so Remus didn’t linger over the odd pair.
“Shurachi!” He gasped, using the table to steady himself and catch his breath. “They’re attacking the alley!”
Green eyes peered up at Remus and the werewolf could tell by their shape that Shurachi was frowning at him under his mask.
“A lot of the students come shopping for their school supplies this week, which means that Diagon Alley is unusually full. The Death Eaters have attacked it!” He elaborated when his breathing was more normal.
Shurachi stood, a hard glint in his eyes sending shivers down the spines of anyone who dared catch his gaze. “My apologies Sanguini-san, something has come up.”
The vampire gave a small nod and watched the pair leave the tavern.
Remus pulled his wand as they got closer to the sounds of fighting. Shurachi remained enshrouded in his cloak, nearly visible waves of blood lust rippling from his dark form. These were the wizards that had killed his partner. He hadn’t gotten the chance for revenge when Doku died, so now he would take his grief out on these Death Eaters.
“Incarcerous!”
“Stupefy!”
“Protego!”
“AVADA KEDAVRA!”
Lights of varying colors, ropes, and even the occasional person were flying chaotically around the wide street. Remus immediately insinuated himself into the fray, spells flying so fast from his wand that Shurachi was a little impressed.
The shinobi didn’t do anything as senseless as fighting his way in though. Instead he jumped to a roof top and began throwing shuriken and senbon with deadly accuracy. His long braids rustled behind him, the metal he’d loaded into them chinking delicately with every twist and leap he performed to avoid being hit by a spell.
When he ran out of the two projectiles, he drew his tessen and began throwing small wind darts into the masks of Death Eaters. They weren’t as accurate as he needed though, so when the easily picked out Death Eaters became to mixed with the people fighting against them he drew two kunai and jumped.
Two Death Eaters were downed as soon as he’d landed and a third followed soon after. Once he’d gotten his bearings down, the black cloaked men and women began to drop like flies. Their spells were designed for mid to long range battles, not close up fighting.
Braids whipping around with deadly speed, Shurachi grimaced when he realized that these wizards didn’t wear protective armor. They were being cut up by the sharp senbon and specially designed kunai tucked away in his hair. This meant that he would have to clean blood out of it once the battle was over and he hated having to unravel his braids to clean blood out. It was always so sticky.
The kunai in his left hand burned and he dropped it with a hiss. Someone had cast a heating charm on the metal.
So, with a little curse, he drew his much ignored wand and pointed it at the dark wizard in front of him. “Stupefy.” He spat, grimacing at the unsatisfactory result of unconsciousness. He wanted his opponents dead, but Remus had refused to teach him any killing magic.
Using his wand and the kunai, he quickly cut the number of attacking Death Eaters by half. The rest seemed to realize they were losing and began to flee down side alleys. Shurachi cast a general summoning charm for his weapons and directed them into their various pouches as he’d been taught, then slipped away himself. He didn’t want someone to recognize him and send him to Hogwarts.
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“The attack in Diagon Alley took two of our members from us, but I have been informed that nearly 30 Death Eaters were left behind, dead, by their comrades. The investigation into how they died has come up with very little magic, but the injuries appear to be from well aimed cutting curses.”
There was a subdued cheer that silenced Dumbledore. It died down however and the silence in the small cottage of Remus Lupin returned.
“I also have it on good authority that three Death Eaters were captured, one of which we are holding for questioning in a secure location.” Another, smaller cheer, and the order was dismissed.
People dispersed, some going outside to apparate home while others gathered in groups to talk quietly amongst themselves.
“Professor Lupin?” A bushy haired woman said, touching the werewolf’s arm to get his attention.
The haggard man turned to her with a curious, but welcoming smile. “I’ve told you before Miss Granger, call me Remus. I haven’t been your Professor since you were thirteen.”
She flushed a little and cleared her throat. “Remus then. I was wondering if you knew who that woman was? The one who killed all of the Death Eaters? I noticed that disappeared for a while and the next time I saw you she was throwing things at them from a roof top.”
Clearing his own throat, the werewolf glanced around the room to make sure no one else had heard her. “Ah, Miss Granger…”
“Call me Hermione, Professor.”
They smiled at each other as they both realized what they’d done and Remus motioned to his bedroom door. The muggle born witch followed him willingly enough, eager to find out who that woman had been.
“Well Hermione, first of all, that wasn’t a woman. Shurachi simply takes advantage of the fact that he’s built very slim and uses his appearance as a woman to get people to under estimate him. As for your question, I think it would be easier if you met him. Give me some time to make sure it’s okay with him and I’ll owl you a meeting place.”
Hermione frowned, but nodded. “Alright Remus, but if I haven’t gotten your owl in five days I’ll ask if anyone else knows about this man.”
The werewolf nodded. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. I’m sure he won’t mind talking with you, so thank you for keeping this quiet for now.”
You aren't allowed to kill me.