Hey guys. I'm back. Voldemort and the Time Traveling Miko is being re-written. Sorry about the update delay, I lost all interest in this story. Thank you for your patience and please read on. I hope you don't hate me. Also, I've changed a few things so that it matches with the time line. If you want to, you can compare this new version with the old one. I hope you find this one much better.
Summary: Kagome's grandmother befriended Voldemort at the orphanage. And now he's back to see her, except he meets Kagome instead! But she's a demon, and she just doesn't know it. It's time for Harry Potter to step in and find out the relationship between Voldemort and Kagome…without being killed first. VolKag
Warning: There will be swearing in this story.
Voldemort and the Time Traveling Miko
Ch. 1
Meet Kagome
In a dark place somewhere out in England, a brooding figure wearing a long, black cloak sat at the head of a long table, twiddling his long, bony fingers together as his narrow red eyes pierced the darkness with a menacing stare. He was out to kill that despicable boy with messy black hair and emerald eyes and broken glasses, but for some inane reason, had failed to do so, time and time again.
He thought long and hard, but all his plans failed! His Death Eater followers were useless when it came to capturing the boy. They were no match for him. Voldemort, the Darkest Lord in the Wizarding World, sorted through his memories to see if there was anything in his past that could possibly help him destroy Harry Potter once and for all.
When he came to the bitter memories of his days in the disgusting orphanage, a girl's childish face flashed through his mind. Semi-long braided black hair. Twinkling chestnut brown eyes. A smile that could light up the world. What was her name again? Oh yes…Naomi Kiyashi.
She had been his only friend in the orphanage. She was Japanese, but why she was in England, she had absolutely no clue. But now Naomi was gone…a couple of friendly, childless Japanese people, presumable a married couple, came and took her away. But he never had a chance to say goodbye to her, because that insolent old man, Dumbledore, took him to Hogwarts.
Making an abrupt decision, Voldemort stood up from his chair. He would find her, if she was alive. He would find her again, even if he had to search the whole world for her. He would find her, even if she did not remember him.
Satisfied with his determination, he Apparated from the Malfoy Manor.
Voldemort reappeared in a province of Japan. Naomi should be living at a shrine in Tokyo somewhere. So he set off to find her, disguising himself as a cold-hearted young man with a magical illusion. This was Japan, and he needed to use a translator to tell what someone was talking to him about.
He cleared his throat, pointing his wand at it and muttered a Japanese translating spell. Instantly, he could tell what other people were saying. He himself could talk Japanese now. It was perfect! Now, to find Naomi…
He eventually came to a shrine. An old man was sweeping the steps with vigor unbecoming of his age. He walked up the stone stairs and stopped in front of him.
The old man paused his sweeping to squint at him. "Who are you? Have you come to the shrine to pray?" he asked.
"Does Naomi Kiyashi live here?" Voldemort inquired in a calm and collected manner.
The old man gasped loudly. What a moron. "How do you know my deceased wife?!" he shouted, pulling out a packet of thin papers with some weird writing on them.
"I am a long ago friend of hers. And now she's dead…" he murmured. He dropped his illusion spell, intent on dispatching this ridiculous old fart.
"I'M HOME!"
A yell that sounded suspiciously like the Naomi he had known came from the wooden mini shrine next to the main house. The door slid open and a young teenage girl came running out. She looked almost exactly like Naomi! But this girl had longer black hair. She wore an unbelievably skimpy green skirt, and she had warm blue eyes, not the comforting chestnut ones of Naomi. And she was definitely older, like around seventeen years.
The girl skidded to a halt when she noticed the shadowed figure talking to her grandpa. "Jii-chan, who is that? A customer?" she asked. "What's your name?"
"Voldemort."
"He claims to be a childhood friend of Naomi! Demon begone!" the old man shouted, springing forward and slapping a piece of paper on Voldemort's forehead.
"Jii-chan, you're being rude!" the girl scolded, running up to Voldemort and taking off the sutra. "You know those dumb things don't work!"
"Kagome, these sutras have been passed down in our family for generations!" the old man cried.
The girl, Kagome, rolled her eyes and said, "Jii-chan, these could be fake for all I care! If this guy's a childhood friend of my baa-chan, shouldn't we welcome him in?"
Voldemort smirked from underneath his hood. The girl was smart. But he detected no hint of magic from her; just so kind of pure energy that he was stumped on. What was she? Better yet…who was she?
"…Sixty years ago, Naomi and I stayed in a rundown London orphanage," he began in a soft whisper. "But then a married couple from Japan came and took her away. I never got to say goodbye, because I was attending a school for witches and wizards."
"Naomi died when Kagome was three," the old man said shortly. "She mumbled something on her deathbed, suspiciously sounding like she did not regret her life, but did wish she could've seen her childhood friend once again. But she passed away before she could tell us who."
Kagome smiled. "Then let's go make him some tea, Jii-chan!" she said excitedly, taking the old man's wrist and dragging him inside the house.
Voldemort followed them, his eyes lingering on Kagome's form for a long, long time.
The Dark Lord sat down on a couch and quietly sipped tea. His narrow red eyes gazed coolly at Kagome, who sat on a different sofa. "Tell me, Kagome, can you do magic?" he asked.
"Magic?" she asked. "Like what?"
"Like this," Voldemort answered calmly. He fished his wand out from his robes and flicked it once. "Wingardium Leviosa."
Kagome stared in fascination when the sofa she was sitting on levitated in the air. "Wow," she breathed, after he set her down again. "I can't do that, but I can do this."
In return for his show of magic, she openly displayed a demonstration of her special purifying abilities by forming a deadly ball of swirling pink energy in her palm.
"I see…" Voldemort said, studying the intensity of the concentrated energy.
Kagome re-absorbed the energy. Voldemort was even more surprised when she made flames burst to life above her hands, although they set nothing ablaze. Then the flames flickered and died.
"Who taught you?" he inquired. And, if possible, his eyes narrowed even more. Never had he seen something so possible. Wizards always had to use a wand for magic.
At this, Kagome saddened a little bit. "I'm the reincarnation of a priestess named Kikyo," she murmured. "Her younger sister taught me. Whenever a friend of mine looks at me, all he sees is Kikyo. I'm not her. I never will be. But Kikyo cannot measure up to me anymore, because I'm stronger than she is now."
Voldemort was downright puzzled. She was the supposed reincarnation of a priestess, yet the priestess's younger sister taught her how to use her power. One of her friends always looked at her and saw the image of the deceased priestess. That didn't make sense!
"You lie," he spit out.
"I don't. I can show you if you like," she said simply. "We'll be going to the Sengoku Jidai, but just please don't kill anyone."
"Ancient Japan? A museum does not suit my taste," Voldemort said, averting his gaze from her.
Kagome laughed. "You think we're going to a museum? Oh no, we're going to the real thing," she replied, taking hold of his hand.
She led him into the well house she came running out of before. "Stay right here, I'm going to fetch my bag," she said, running off to get that giant yellow monstrosity.
Voldemort peered around, wondering what she could do in a place such as this. It was dismal and dreary, and also quiet dusty. There was an ancient well in the center. He looked inside and was surprised to find that there was no water within it.
Kagome came back and she grasped his hand. "Let's go," she said firmly tugging him into the well.
Voldemort resisted. "What are you doing?!" he growled. "Are you trying to kill yourself?"
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Kill myself? No, this is the way to the Sengoku Jidai."
With that, they disappeared into the well with a blinding flash of blue light.
Prick. Prick. Prick. Sear. Prick. Prick. Prick.
Harry's scar twitched with little bouts of pain. His hand automatically strayed up to his forehead, brushing back his messy black bangs and touching the disgusting lightning bolt scar. He hated it. He hated it so much. He hated the fact that everyone worshipped the ground he walked on (well, almost everyone) just because he survived a deadly Killing Curse by Voldemort and rebounded it. It was stupid.
He was currently at the Burrow, the home of the Weasley family. He was laying down on a bed on his stomach, his elbows propped up on the mattress with his hands down on an open book. He had been enjoying the peaceful and warm atmosphere that the Burrow radiated, until that stupid scar had to go and set his forehead on fire.
Right now, he was feeling some of Voldemort's emotions. The Dark Lord was confused and amused. Wait, wait, wait, backtrack a sentence. Voldemort, confused? There's something wrong with that picture. Voldemort was never confused.
Just then the door opened with a bang! causing Harry to jump in surprise as his thoughts were interrupted. To his relief, it was only Ron and Hermione, his two best friends in Hogwarts. The freckled redhead gestured to the open doorway as he said, "Oi, Harry, Mum wants you to come downstairs cause lunch is ready."
Hermione eyed Harry suspiciously. "All right, Harry, tell us what's wrong."
Ron shot her a quizzical look, but she ignored it. Harry quickly tried to think up an excuse not to tell them about his damned scar bothering him, BUT just then it had to go and shoot an arrow through his head, so he fell off the bed clutching his head in pain.
They rushed to his side, the gangly redhead lifting him up and asking anxiously, "Harry, wuzzup? Your scar botherin' you?"
"Yeah," Harry said, slapping his hand against his forehead.
Ron whimpered, "I-is it…You-Know-Who?"
Harry nodded at them. "Yeah. Vol – " Ron visibly flinched " – demort is confused and amused."
"Wait, did you say the Dark Lord is CONFUSED?" Hermione repeated, her eyes widening a fraction.
"I dunno why, though," Harry said.
"Maybe he finally obtained something he wanted!" Ron exclaimed. It was a somewhat strange suggestion, but that inspired another idea from Hermione.
"Do you think that maybe…he's found out how to kill you, Harry?" she whispered, her eyes darting up to his barely visible scar.
"Could be," Harry agreed half-heartedly. Maybe I should start expecting him to randomly pop up in front of me out of nowhere and stick his wand through my heart or something.
"But why would V-V-Voldemort be confused?" Hermione inquired, bravely saying the forbidden name.
The other two members of the famous Hogwarts "Golden Trio" shrugged. "Something probably doesn't make sense to him," Harry answered. "Maybe a crack in his brilliant 'Kill-Harry-Potter' operation?"
"Could be."
Just then Mrs. Weasley's voice called to them from downstairs, "Harry! Ron! Hermione! Hurry up, the food's getting cold!"
The teenage trio scrambled off from the floor and fled downstairs for food.
Voldemort blinked. They were still inside the well. He was still holding Kagome's hand. But this place didn't feel that much different…except that when he tilted his head up to look up at the top of the well, instead of the ancient wooden roof of the mini shrine, there was a clear blue sky and the faint outline of leafy tree tops.
Kagome let go of his hand and climbed up rather quickly. Voldemort followed her, his narrow red eyes taking in the beautiful scenery in surprise. They really were 500 years into the past!
The raven-haired girl turned towards him and smiled at the sight of his perplexed face. She too had once worn that face. So did Inuyasha, and many others. "Welcome to the Sengoku Jidai, Voldemort," she said cheerfully.
Suddenly someone emerged from the cover of the trees, saying in an annoyed voice, "God, you're finally back, wench! What took you so damn long?!"
Voldemort stared at him, drinking in his odd appearance. Long white hair, two white ears atop his head, strange amber eyes with slits for pupils, a bright red outfit, barefoot, carrying a sword. He looked at Kagome and openly voiced, "What the hell is that?!"
Inuyasha yelled at him, "What'd you call me, you bastard?!"
Kagome burst out laughing at Voldemort's blunt choice in words. "Voldemort, this is Inuyasha. Inuyasha, this is Voldemort," she said, introducing them to each other.
"Are you sure he ain't the reincarnation of Naraku in your era?" Inuyasha asked suspiciously.
"No, he's not. And Inuyasha? Be a good boy and sit please," Kagome said sweetly.
Voldemort watched in amusement as the brash thing crashed to the ground. "Sorry about that, Voldemort, Inuyasha's got an attitude problem the size of Japan."
Inuyasha sputtered in protest, "I DO NOT! AND THAT STUPID MOLDYFART DIDN'T HAVE TO KNOW!"
"His name's not Moldyfart, Inuyasha," Kagome stated in exasperation. "His name is Voldemort. Vol-de-mort."
Inuyasha snorted and got up from the ground, trudging back to the village while calling over his shoulder, "Come on, Kagome, we got Shikon shards to find."
Kagome nodded. She followed after Inuyasha, leading the way for Voldemort, who examined the scenery with great interest, since he could never see such exotic sights back in England. It was very beautiful.
At least he would be provided some entertainment.
Hi again. I'm done. This is the re-written version of my first IYxHP crossover. I hope you like it. Please review.
In case some of you noticed, I changed the time line so that instead of Kagome befriending Voldemort at the orphanage, it was her grandmother. It would make more sense, wouldn't it?
Thank you for taking the time to enjoy this story and please keep in mind that this is a VolKag story, so if you have any objections to this, I am going to politely ask you to leave. I merely wanted to try this out because I've never seen a VolKag story other than my own. Thank you again.
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