AN: This is my first fic so no flames. This story has been formulating in my head for about a year, so I might be able to write three or four chapters before it takes a little while to update.

Read and review, I need feedback to see how well I'm doing at this since this the first story I've written since seventh grade.

PS to anyone who the first version of this: I tok Sakura out of the story. Sorry to those who like her, but she really didn't have a point to be in the story, so I took her out. It's simplier for me to write this way. There will some subtle yet noticeable changes so you might to read it over. But if you don't feel like it whatever.

This story was inspired by yllom21's fic, Strange Magic. Read it or else.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and company nor Inuyasha and company so don't sue me.

'Blah Blah.' Thought

"Blah Blah." Talk

"Blah Blah." Japanese Talk

Onto the story.

Unexpected Youth

Chapter One

Albus Dumbledore was worried. He was really worried. That was most unusual for Dumbledore since he seemed to never really worry about anything. And right now he was trying very hard to hide his nervousness and worry, but on the inside he was a nervous wreck ready to crash. And what was the reason for all this worry you ask? Simple… he once again had no "Defense Against the Dark Arts" teacher. And he knew that if he didn't find one soon, the Ministry of Magic would step in to find one for him, and after the "Umbridge" fiasco, he certainly didn't want anymore from them. And that was the reason why he was in office right now fire-calling as many people on his list from A-Z of candidates that he thought capable of the job. Let's just say… his search was becoming most unsuccessful. Most of the British wizarding community was starting to believe that the DADA position was cursed. One disintegrated, one memory-charmed himself to St. Mungo's by accident, one a werewolf, one a deatheater, and one a bitch who was attacked by a pack of centaurs. He was down to his last name on his list.

'William Zareh' he read. Zareh was a friend of his in his early forties who was part of the Order of the Phoenix. Dumbledore knew that he was a very successful auror in his day as well so he would be perfect for the job. 'Now all he has to do agree to do it.'

He fire-called Zareh's residence and waited for his to show up in the green flames. A moment later Zareh's face showed. Dumbledore smiled at Zareh's tired face. After all, he was calling at three in the morning.

Zareh yawns. "Why hello, Dumbledore. Why ever are you calling at such a strange hour?"

"Well, I have a bit of a problem, you see? I am in need of a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and was wondering if you would…" Dumbledore trailed off nervous that Zareh would decline.

He was right.

Zareh hesitated for a second before answering. "I'm sorry Dumbledore, but as you know, I'm retired and am trying to settle down here with my family. I don't think I need anymore excitement in my life by taking a job like that. I'm sorry."

Dumbledore looked disappointed at him first before turning away quickly. "No no. It's quite alright, my good man. I just can't seem to find a teacher. I'm just going to have to leave this to the Ministry." He was about to hang up when Zareh called out.

"Wait Dumbledore! I might be able to help you with that."

Dumbledore turned around with surprise. "Oh really? How?"

"Well, I can recommend someone to you who would like to take a challenge like this. He's a very good auror that I worked with a few years ago. I haven't seen him since then so I don't what he's like now. He is very skilled at his job and works at the Japanese Ministry at many positions other than auror."

"What's his name? Where's does he live? What are these skills?"

"He lives in Tokyo, Japan and his name is Inuyasha Takashi. And that's all I'm tellin' ya because if I told you more you wouldn't hire him. You'll just have to see him yourself when you meet him."

"Okay. Thank you William."

"It was no problem, Dumbledore. No problem at all."

Zareh face disappeared. Dumbledore slowly walked back to his desk and slumped in his seat.

'Inuyasha Takashi.'

Dumbledore took off his glasses and rubbed his face tiredly. 'It was worth a try and if he declines I can always pray that the teacher the ministry picks out is more competent than the last one.'

He stood up, straightened his robe and proceeded to walk to the exit. 'Visiting this mystery man can wait until tomorrow. Right now I'm going to bed for good to sleep for rest of the night.'

As he walked out the door he clapped his hand two times, the candles go out, and the door closes behind him.

Two Weeks Before

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was in his room Privet Drive, looking out the window with solemn indifference as the rain fell. The Weasleys were to pick him up in three days, he couldn't wait. He hadn't gotten so much as a stamp from any of his friends since the school year ended, but at least he knew why this was happening this year.

'For my safety Dumbledore says.' Sneer grew on his face slightly as he thought of this. To tell the truth, the weather was kind of speaking his mood. It was raining hard and sky looked as gloomy as he felt. He was in a grieving depression. His godfather, his only chance of having a family and a home, died because of his heroic stupidity. He had watched Sirius die at the hands of his own cousin, the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange, and all because he felt the need to be the hero again. It was all a trick planted by Voldemort and he fell for it hook, line, and sinker and pulled his friends down with him.

His friends had told him not to feel so bad about but… dammit he couldn't help it. He felt awful to the max. It was Sirius for Christ sake. He just didn't know what to do.

A Week After

Inuyasha Takashi, walked through the front door of his house after a long day of work at the Japanese Ministry of Magic. He walked into the living room and rested on the couch for ten minutes before getting up and walking to the kitchen to prepare dinner for himself and a riend who was coming later.

Inuyasha, at the very young age 17, was the first and youngest child to ever join the Ministry as an auror at the ripe age of 8 years old. His mother had died when he was seven. After that he were passed to her muggle brother, who hated his guts and made Inuyasha do many unbelievable chores without magic. After a year, Inuyasha called it quits and ran away. He lived on the streets for about a month before he was found by a man named Oroko who worked at the Japanese ministry as an auror. That's why Inuyasha turned toward that job. Oroko invited him to live in his home.

After a few months of watching Oroko work go to work, Inuyasha had made a decision: he would join the Japanese ministry. When he asked to, the employees had their doubts because he was so young. The minister had opposite thoughts. He could sense that Inuyasha, even at the age of eight, had knowledge and power way beyond his years. Inuyasha's mother had discovered something about him before she died that many people that knew Inuyasha knew nowadays: Inuyasha is a child genius. He was doing things at the age of three that are usually only capable of college students. The minister gave him a chance and gave him the written and physical exam. The score does not need to be said, but he got the highest score in Japanese Ministry exam history (and that's a pretty hard feat to fulfill). The ministry had no choice but to give him the job.

They had tried to give a salary but all he wanted was 1,000 yen a month so he could take care of himself. And he's been there ever since. Inuyasha had been living at the dorms, but when he turned 16, as thanks for all his hard work for his country as a undercover agent (since he looked so young), a wonderful auror, and a scientist (super genius, remember?), the ministry had saved the money that Inuyasha didn't take from his salary (without him knowing) and used it to buy him a house. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom for each, a large enough kitchen, a dining room, a living room, and big enough backyard with a small garden in a corner of the yard. It was nice, Inuyasha had to admit.

To tell the truth, Inuyasha was the Ministry's best employee, but to Inuyasha insistence they never spoke a word of it. Inuyasha loved to do well in his work, but hated to brag or be bragged about. In some occasions, he was sort of modest. He doesn't get angered easily about most things, but when he does, you should watch out.

Inuyasha has raven hair that reaches to his middle back and shines in the right light and has bright lavender eyes. He likes to tie in a braid when he's at work, put it in a ponytail when he's in public, or just let it hang when he's in the comfort of his own home. He inherited most of his mother's facial features, so he was usually subjected to being mistaken for a beautiful woman and hit on by most men (much to his absolute displeasure).

He has a few secrets that Inuyasha has only confided to his closest friends about because he could get in a lot of trouble with the "wrong crowd" if anyone found them out. One is that he was a seer. He had gotten this power from his mother. He's had visions since he was five. He even had one of his own mother's death. Sometimes, they occurred in his sleep. Other times, they happened out of nowhere when he was awake, putting him in momentary trance. He has other secrets, but those will not be mentioned until later in this tale.

Because of his feminine looks, lithe body, and youthful appearance, Inuyasha was often underestimated at fighting or wand working. But instead of getting angry or frustrated, he used it to his advantage. With people like that, he can easily defeat them with their guard down (which made him a good undercover agent for the ministry). Inuyasha had mastered

21 types of fighting and was a specialist in wandless magic.

Well anyway, there he was, in the kitchen with a T-shirt and loose shorts on. He filled a pot with water and put it on the stove to boil. As he waited, he opened a cabinet under the sink and took a can of cat food. He opened the can and emptied the can into a bowl which was labeled "KILALA".

"Kilala! Come on! Time for your dinner!" he called. There was loud meow as a small cat walked in the kitchen.

Kilala was a small, golden yellow cat that Inuyasha had found in a forest in America when he was ten. She was pretty cute and had two, big red colored irises in her eyes.

Kilala meowed and purred as she curled around Inuyasha leg once before moving to her food. Inuyasha crouched down gave her pet before he stood and went back to the stove to check the water.

AN: Without Sakura, there's pretty much no dialogue in this chapter. Sorry.