Dedication: To my dearest.
I stopped writing years ago.
My stories I were forgotten in a dark cell somewhere deep in my mind.
The two years Ive had with you- you've given me the light I once had before. Along with your glistening light as well.
You continue to inspire me everyday.
And you've brought me back to life for a second time. You brought me out into the dark pit where no one seemed to want to find me.
You gave my life colour. And you brought the words back to my lips.
For you and for me I return to my roots.
For you are the hero I've always written about.
I love you.
Crossing Time and Magic: A Harry Potter/ InuYasha Crossover
Written and Revised by: AnnaScarlett Louise Midnight (ScarlettMidnight1o)
*Warning: Adult Language and Concepts*
The chains rattle and creek as I- without any real hope-tried to break the chains that held me suspended in the air. The only thing that could touch the ground was the balls of my feet and my toes.
The stone was cold and wet under my feet. The only light I could see was through the stones in the walls in the tower that I am kept in. The room is dark. My chains are suspended from the ceiling- Wielded into the stone the rusted spike deep within it.
From my half-hearted struggle to escape from my hell, my arms- that are forced above my head bound by my wrists- bled. More specifically, wounds and burn –like- spots on my arms from my binding and my gripping the chains that held me to the ceiling and pulling up myself up to give my wrists a rest. Leaving everything from my wrists to my elbows sliced up bruised and burned.
I heard voices downstairs- they sounded angry. I didn't really care though because I was just too damn tired.
All I wanted in the world was sleep, but for the last 45 days all I could ever do was rest for a few minutes before I was jerked awake by pain and blood. That or HE walked in.
I bent my neck down to try to stretch it out. I could see my rib cage.
I closed my eyes as I tried to draw on the face I thought was my safe place. Instead it was twisted and dark, a wicked smile as he raised his wand towards me. I can't remember the light. No matter how hard I try my life before constant pain begins to slip away day by day disappearing in my long extended immortal life.
I shake my head but all it does is make my head spin worse. I'm hungry. Starving. My stomach hurts at the thought. I am fed when I am rewarded. This isn't often.
The only clothing I have on are a dirty pair of underwear and an old ripped blood smeared tank top that is knotted under my chest to expose my ribs and stomach. I was bruised from head to toe.
I tried again to pull on the familiar stones of happy corners and faces of my old home.
Where I met him.
My body tensed at the thought of that familiar face- Expecting pain.
No. not him, Him is different. He isn't real. This is the real one. The one that brings comfort and love and pain. No not pain. Never pain.
I see that slim figure with the wicked smile. Him. The warped version of the real one.
The one that'll save me- The one person that always saves everyone.
Then why not save me now? Or 5000 seconds ago. Or 30 minutes? 68 Hours?
He saves everyone. But not me.
This thought crushed me like a boulder.
He will not come for me.
I felt tears as my realization came in and twisted through my body.
No- The one who saves all will not save me. Both are bad. Him and the Real one. Bad.
I heard the familiar steps. Like clockwork as I tense for the pain. I heard his breathing, deep and whole-Unlike my shallow exhausted tense breath of expectation.
No. He will not save me.
The door creaked open the hinges squeaking as He enter the room.
"Good morning." Was all he said in an attempt to be sweet, as he walked up to me and wrapped his hand around my pony tail that fell down the left side of my neck.
He yanked- not hard. But it was enough to force me to look at the face.
The almond shaped green eyes- I knew somewhere I once found comfort in, brought the metallic taste to my tongue that came when he showed up.
The smile came to that beautiful face. The wrong smile. The sadistic one.
He let go of my ponytail as he walked around me his eyes locked on what he's made me become.
The slender body of the man was covered by a black cloak. The black hair stuck out unevenly and unpredictably. I could vaguely- a shadow of a memory, remember the urge to run my fingers through that hair.
"Another day my love." He said in a twisted version of that sweet harmonious voice into something demonic and mangled. "And still your hero leaves you to the pain."
I shook my head vaguely and I knew what came next. A fist rocketed to my face.
"He'll save me."
And blow to my head. My vison blurred for a moment then refocused.
"He'll show up"
This time he used magic. And my body twisted and screamed against its binds by twisting and contorting in pain. I did not scream. He would not win.
The face I knew so well came up and looked at me frustrated.
Looking into those eyes I felt my resolve crumple and dissolve.
I felt the oncoming tidal crash over me as I finally screamed out. The chains shook as my body gave way. I was on fire. The hero would not save me.
"Would you like it to stop?" As the pain racked through me as I screamed and withered. No, I was alone- Completely and utterly alone. No one was going to save me from the unbearable pain.
Finally, I stopped fighting- Unable to take anymore agony. He won. My hero was not going to come.
I felt myself drop. My shoulders screaming into protest as I dropped.
I heard a bang. My knees hit the wet stone as I hunched over in agony and exhaustion.
Behind me, the rusty hook that held me suspended in the air lay on the floor. The force of my drop ripped out of the stone.
I huddled my body curled on the ground. Pulling my knees to my face- wrapping my destroyed arms around my legs- I hold myself.
"Would you like it to end?" He repeated. Patiently, it's very unlike him.
I nodded shaking from the agony of my exterior and interior.
He smiled; the wicked smile had a victorious air to it.
He rolled me on his back-His green eyes glowing with triumph.
He pulled out his wand again. This time I felt my hair detach from my head. My ponytail fell on the floor, my head suddenly lighter.
Then… he looked me in the eyes pulling out a little black crystal. The beautiful face holding me smiling in a mock kindness. "This will end the pain."
Then, he pulled my chin down and slid the crystal onto my tongue. It was cold and it burned.
He slammed my mouth shut and pinched my nose close- Forcing me to swallow the little crystal.
I felt it. I felt the pain start to fade and the numbness and darkness spread.
As the numbness rushed through my body I suddenly pulled the real ones face in my brain. His smile glowing like the sun in my mind.
The darkness consumed my vision slowly. The last thing I saw… was Him.
Pupils blacked out till no whiteness or colour in her eyes left. His killing machine stood up.
Then a man- with long black hair in a silky kimono entered a room.
"Very good Tom." He purred. Patting him on the shoulder. "She will be as useful as her father. But as powerful as her mother." Laying eyes onto broken blank woman before the two of them.
Then, Suddenly- He didn't look like himself anymore. Stood in his place was an almost transparent skinned snake like man. The man did a mangled smile towards the man in the kimono.
"Yes she is quite a catch, isn't she?"
I struggled with consciousness as I stared at the men before me. The darkness pushing as hard as it could to consume me.
The man in the kimono stepped forward in front of her. "And she'll do the mission without question?"
The man nameed Tom smiled. "We found her on her way to a secret hide out to hide her little boyfriend. Her half puppy father and her mother are hiding as well. They can't find her. She believes she's alone."
I felt a mild stab of pain and the darkness won another inch.
I felt myself slip off the cliff I was gripping to with my fingertips. My consciousness slipping away…
"InuYasha Tashio-Daughter of Kagome Higurashi and InuYasha Tashio."
Her head raised up a blank expression dark eyes blank. "Yes My Lord?"
The two men smiled and the man in the kimono smirked "Who are your masters?"
Her face shift towards him expressionless "My lord Naraku and Lord Voldemort."
Naraku's teeth pulled back in a victorious grin. "And you're Purpose?"
"To destroy The Chosen One. Harry Potter."
