,he Potion Master's Daughter

A/N: ahhhh hi

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Inuyasha.


"Welcome, guardian. It has been four years since we have been completely whole. You have dutifully followed your mission throughout this time, despite the loss you have experienced."

Flashes of a blood splattered shrine, a home for eighteen long years, went through her mind. She had been too late.

Friends and allies alike, motionless on the battlefield. Their lives given to help fix something she had broken.

"All that is left is to make a wish."

She sat there, fixed in place and quiet. Then, she spoke in a low whisper.

"There is no such thing as a pure wish."

All at once, her world faded to black. The only thing that could be heard was the faint echo of a woman yelling.


He trudged through the snow, face pale and eyes filled with sadness. This had been his fault, had it not? He was the one who eavesdropped and heard the prophecy, and he had been the one to relay it to his master.

His feet led him to his childhood home on their own accord. The place where he had met and befriended her; Lily Evans. The woman he had grown to love, and then ultimately betrayed.

He made his way to a low growing tree and sat down with his back against the trunk, trying to collect his emotions. A few minutes passed and suddenly the rise of magic flew into the air. It was strong and it made goosebumps rise on his skin.

A few feet away near a cluster of bushes came a bright pink flash that blinded the clearing. He jumped to his feet, wand poised and a curse on the tip of his tongue.

Cautiously, he edged towards the bushes, only to hear soft cries and whimpers. Not one to be easily tricked, he slackened his form and quickened his pace, his wand still in hand.

He waited a minute after nearing the bushes to see if it was a trap. When the cries persisted, he returned his wand to his robes and knelt in the cold, wet snow.

Pushing away the bushes for a better view, he was slightly surprised to see a newborn baby swaddled tightly in a silver blanket. As soon as the baby saw him, it stopped crying and peered up at him.

Carefully, he picked it up and examined their face. The baby was of Asian descent, a girl, fair skinned, had a tuft of black hair on her head, and big blue eyes.

She couldn't have been more than a few days old. A newborn. The blanket she was swaddled in was of high quality material and was embroidered with gold and green thread. The letters "K.H" were threaded on the end of it, and tucked neatly within the blanket was a small white card.

He carefully removed it, reading:

Kagome Higurashi

He was confused. The baby was obviously magical; the way she appeared out of thin air confirmed that. A newborn, and one who obviously came from a wealthy family at that if the quality of her blanket was to say anything by it.

Fresh snow began to fall from the sky.

His face was already numb from the cold. Staring down at the baby in his arms, he sighed as she sneezed when a snowflake landed on her nose. He couldn't just leave her here. If someone was looking for her, they would most likely not be able to find her in time and she would freeze to death.

He cradled the baby in the nook of his arm and stood up, mind made. He'd report her appearance to the Ministry after the night's events had died down and he had gotten to speak with Dumbledore. Until then, this baby, Kagome, would be in his care.

It'd be just his luck that he, Severus Snape, would find a mysterious magical baby the same night his childhood love had died.

He only hoped Narcissa would be able to offer some advice.


A/N: I added some stuff to this one because I got bored. It's not anything important, just random details.