Alright, first Inuyasha and Harry Potter crossover attempt, so don't whine. Still working on the other stories of mine so yes, I'm procrastinating just slightly but I have this irritating thing called life that I do outside of Fanfiction.

Disclaimer: Why would I claim any of these works as mine? I'm not that good, no I just like messing with them all and making the world turn on its head. Its surprisingly entertaining after a bit.

Hello from the outside…

At least I can say that I tried…

To tell you I'm sorry…

For breaking your heart…

Hello by Adele (nightcore version or not)

The snow fell silently onto the normally busy streets of London as a silent figure slowly made its way through a graveyard before stopping before a single gravestone. A single pale hand reached out and lightly traced the two names on the stone before the figure turned sharply away and left the graveyard. Piercing eyes gleamed in the faint light from the far off houses as the figure turned one half of a circle and vanished with a quiet snapping noise.

The figure reappeared just a couple of blocks away from a large stately house that could have belonged to royalty. A quick flick of a wrist allowed an old and gnarled piece of wood to drop from its hiding place inside of an arm holster into the figure's hand as it was swiftly moved in an easy movement, speaking of much practice. Within moments of the movement the wood was once again stored in the arm holster and the figure started forward toward the closest window of the house. Stopping just a few feet away from the window, the figure could easily see inside the large room and study the small gathering inside. A young woman with expressive light brown eyes and dark hair held in a long ponytail stood with a wrapped box in her arms, presenting it to another female. This female was older and had darker brown eyes than the girl and had shorter black hair, though not by much. She was seated by a silver haired male dressed within red robes of older times. Two furry, twitchy dog ears on the top of his head proclaimed his hanyō status to any who knew of them.

Dim eyes slowly traveled to the fourth person in the room, a silver haired male wearing a white kimono with red and black decorations was sitting next to an empty seat that was directly behind the first female. The twin markings on his left cheek was only slightly visible from where his hair had fallen forward and his eyes were focused away enough for nothing to be seen of them. The eyes focused upon the gathering slowly shut, noting that there were more people in the room but not caring about them.

A sharp breeze brushed past the figure, allowing the hood to slide away from the face just slightly enough for long hair to get blown with the wind as the person turned away from the window. Slowly walking back to the place that had served as an apparition point, the person lowered the hood, revealing a black mark situated on his forehead that took the form of a circle within a triangle bisected by a line before the points that came from the line and triangle branched into delicate swirling marks that almost looked like writing.

Reaching the spot he had appeared at, he glanced back to catch upon light brown eyes staring at him before they pointedly looked away. A slight twist of his lips was all that showed that he was affected by that one look, that one look that spoke of so much. With a sharp turn away he vanished once more. The snow continued to fall softly, slowly erasing his footsteps, faint as they had been.

The male reappeared in a dank house that had clearly seen better days. The male flinched away from the stench before resolutely making his way over to the closest fireplace and allowing his magic to coax it into bearing a fire. Within moments, a large fire was there, crackling merrily. The male frowned and tossed in a handful of powder that he snatched from a pot sitting next to the fireplace. He flames went green and he gracefully stepped in the flames before murmuring

"Crest Manor. Lord of the Shadows."

With a whoosh the figure vanished and reappeared in another house, this one much nicer and more taken care of. The male stepped into the room and was instantly beset by small creatures commonly known as house elves. Small creatures with large eyes and ears wearing a formal uniform that was black and simply had the symbol that rested upon his forehead upon their chests in red to contrast with the black of the uniform. The babbling of the house elves made him aware of the fact that he was shivering from the cold weather he had just been standing in for what had been a long time. The house elves wasted no time in bustling him over to a warm bath and then into the large bedroom where he was clothed in the light winter kimono that he had taken to wearing due to comfort. With a slight snarl the house elves vanished, leaving him alone in the room. He looked out the window to see no snow in sight and warmer weather than where he had been. He turned away from the balcony and glanced at the pictures that never left the mantle located within the room. He focused especially on the one in the middle, featuring a small girl with light brown eyes and dark hair next to a small green imp wielding a staff with two heads decorating the top of it, and behind them was the male himself next to the silver haired male that had been wearing the white kimono only now he also had armor covering his body along with a furry appendage resting on his right shoulder. Behind them was a large two headed dragon. He tore his eyes away from the picture and plodded determinedly to the large bed to get some sleep. Once he had settled on one side, a habit he never seemed to be able to break, he allowed the silent tears that he had refused to let fall for so long as he remembered a happier time when he wasn't along. He closed his eyes and murmured to himself

"Good night…Sesshōmaru."

Dull orbs closed as he released himself into sleep and tired to avoid the memories that would always plague him.

Harry, known now as Haru, smiled as he headed eagerly back toward where he knew that his friends and also his possible mate were waiting for him. It had been a couple of decades since he had managed to land himself within Feudal Japan and also managed to awaken the demon blood that he had gotten from both of his parents. Surprisingly, or not considering his luck, his parents had been Inu Hanyō, one red and one black. He had ended up gaining his father's coloring, marking him as a shadow inuyōkai, able to work with shadows and travel within them just as easily as the white inuyōkai flew. What had just added to the perfect happenstance was that instead of being hanyō like his parents, he was a full yōkai with all the benefits, and downsides, of being one of the last of the shadow inuyōkai alive.

Haru was broken out of his thoughts by the sudden appearance of one of the females that had appeared at the courts along with Sesshōmaru's mother. He tilted his head as she glared at him before backing him into a nearby unused room.

She sneered at him and informed him that he would break off any relationship with 'Lord Shesshōmaru-sama' or else the child ward of his, Rin, would appear dead with his scent all over the scene. She mentioned a deadline but Haru had stopped listening. They would kill Rin? Rin was Sesshōmaru's whole life. Heck, he had been overcome with grief at the fact that he was unable to revive her the second time she had met with death. She was on her last chance of life and there was no reviving her again after this time. The sudden vanishing of the female jolted him out of his thoughts as he slumped back against the wall as he realized that he had no choice. He would not let Sesshōmaru live through Rin's death again. Haru steeled his heart for what he would have to do and left the room.

He had left the palace of the West two days later, leaving his friends feeling betrayed and angry and his mate, confirmed by the magic of his yōkai and his own magic, with a broken heart and no explanation of his actions. Haru refused to look back to see the results of what he had done even as his heart broke inside of him as well. He had chosen his path and true to the path he would remain. Even if it killed him from the inside.

Haru, now going by the name Hadrian, jolted up with a stifled cry as he shuddered from the remembrance. He glanced at the clock on the wall and stifled a sigh. Only three hours of sleep. He certainly wasn't sleeping again tonight so that would have to do. He cursed to himself, knowing that the silent visit he had made before he went to sleep was the reason for the reoccurrence of the dream but he had needed to see him again, even if it was only from a distance. It was a punishment of sorts, seeing what he had given up to save his mate, however, he kept it up because otherwise he might forget and he was sure that the blasted female was just waiting for that to happen. He wouldn't let it. No, he wouldn't.

Hadrian ended up back in the graveyard four years later, when the spring feel in the air was giving way to summer. The graveyard was now green with plenty of grass and flowers. He placed himself at the grave he had come to visit and began to reflect upon what had been happening out load, as if the occupants of the grave could hear him. They couldn't, but it was nice to imagine. Night had come and gone before he moved away from the position he had assumed and left the graveyard. He hesitated slightly before giving into the inevitable and apparated to the exact same location as last time. He repeated the wand gestures that hid his scent and magic and any noise he might make that would allow the inhabitants to know he was there. He stood farther away this time, still easily able to see the group, this time in the yard, relaxing. He had purposefully chosen a place to appear where no one in the house or yard would be able to see him. He didn't leave his position, content to watch them and give no indication he was there. The only reason that the young female from before, Rin, had been able to see him was because he had been careless a while back and she had known he would be there at around that time. It happened like clockwork every year. She only knew about that visit though, luckily. After being claimed as a child of a yōkai, her life had extended to match the one who claimed her as a child. Sesshōmaru, being daiyōkai, would live for as long as he wanted, therefore extending Rin's life as long as his. She could still easily be killed though, otherwise he might have been tempted to explain why he had done what he had done that day to Sesshōmaru to see if his mate would possibly forgive him.

Hadrian stayed for half the day before he left the area by apparition, removing the spells placed on him as soon as he reappeared. He returned to the house he lived in across the ocean knowing that the house elves would be worried as to why he was late.

Haru stood across from Sesshōmaru, both of his magic forces urging him to go and spill on what the female demon had said. His will, however, was too strong for his magic to stop and he allowed the vicious words that he knew would hurt his mate and his friends the most to spill from his lips, calling his friends disgusting, horrible, and words that he knew would cross a line with them. His mate, however, had taken the worst of the verbal attack, being called worthless and unworthy of having Haru as a mate possibility, refusing to acknowledge himself as Sesshōmaru's true mate while he was saying all of this. If Sesshōmaru didn't know, then he might be able to move on. For Haru now, there would be no one else. As soon as he was finished with his verbal attack, he left the room, grabbing the belongings he had already packed before he left the palace, aiming for the unknown to ensure that Rin would be safe. This was the best action he had been able to take. Rin would be safe…that was all that mattered and Sesshōmaru would still have a chance for another since he didn't know what Haru was fully aware of. Haru would survive, he always did. After all, Death preferred him alive too much to allow the wielder of his items to die.

The third time Hadrian visited the graveyard, it was raining. It had been raining consistently for two days now but he was determined to continue his schedule. As always, he remained in the graveyard long enough to tell his parents' grave what had been happening. The only time he refrained from doing this was when he had been a bit late to getting to Sesshōmaru's house in winter. After he had finished that, he had gone to his next stop. He went slightly halfway between where he had been last time and when he had visited in winter. He would walk in the nearby magical/supernatural alley next before returning home to his worrying house elves. He peered inside to see everyone but Sesshōmaru present. Hadrian frowned thoughtfully before dismissing it. Sesshōmaru had probably just gone up to his rooms to relax instead of remaining on the ground floor with everyone else. He didn't stay as long as he normally did when he did this. Part of this visit would be taken up by the visit to the alley nearby after all.

Hadrian loved walking through this alley, loved to see the baubles that Rin had enjoyed looking at when she was a child and they travelled together. The stores that held the interest of Sesshōmaru, others that held Inūyasha's attention, then Miroku's, Sango's, Kagome's, Shippō's, Kohaku's stores even. They all had a branch here in this alley and once they had even held things that kept his attention. No longer though, that store had gone to a different alley a couple of decades ago, leaving nothing in the alley for Hadrian to prefer over another. Not many were roaming the streets at the moment, the rain doing a good job of keeping people, supernatural and yōkai alike inside. Glancing in the window of one of Rin's passion, he allowed a bitter smile to appear for a moment. Looking away he ended up glancing inside of a new shop, a tea shop it appeared. And seated at the window seat, just happening to be glancing out at the rain, was Sesshōmaru, his golden eyes with slit pupils focusing directly into Hadrian's dull emerald eyes with a matching pair of slit pupils.

The first time Sesshōmaru had been able to see him since the argument long ago and they were separated by a plane of glass. Hadrian had to fight the self-deprecating smile that wanted to appear. An invisible barrier between them, how ironic…

Okay, no I don't often watch Inuyasha, so this is probably horribly AU but I really don't care too much. Yes, Harry is Master of Death, blah blah blah and all that and no he did not ever hook up with Ginny. No, I don't have anything against Ginny, I just don't see Harry getting together with someone who has similar looks to his mother. He may look like his father but he's not. Anyway, this was just a random thought in my mind when I was listening to music. I would include lyrics of the song, but, and I am unsure of this so if I'm wrong feel free to correct me, I have heard that there is a rule not allowing lyrics to be placed in a story. Also, I listen to a lot of songs with the nightcore version so what I listen to might differ a bit in tempo and voice from one that you might. I might write more on this but that all depends on the response I get from this first chapter. If you like it, give me a comment. If you have a question, give me a comment. If you have a constructional complaint, give me a comment. Shooting me a flame simply because you don't like my story is stupid and I will be laughing when I read it. Also, if you are going to shoot a pointless flame then please make sure you spell as correctly as possible so I don't have to decipher too much. If English isn't your first language then go ahead and make mistakes, no one is perfect at a language that is not their first one. Hope everyone is having a good start to the New Year, even if it's a bit late for the first.

Sayonara, SF