I had to have Fred and George at the school during this so I made them Fifth years. Kagome WILL be about half a year ahead of them in age (she's close to turning sixteen). And I know Hermione and Ron are prefects in this book and did not walk with Harry, but I don't really care. This is fanFICTION, not fan-make everything perfect.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. Inuyasha is owned by Rumiko Takahashi. I am neither of these great artists, and I humbly bow in their presence.

This is a preface (or chapter 1 sorta) of a new story I'm thinking of starting. You see, something bad has happened to the Inu-gang (and, no, I did NOT kill them off! Do you really see me as that terrible of a person?). Something bad enough to force Kagome to take up residence at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for protection.

What is it?

Read the preface and submit a comment if you like it. When I get to five good reviews, I will continue (they must be from different people). But if I get five flames (different people) before that happens, I will not continue this.

THE FUTURE OF THIS STORY LIES IN YOUR HANDS...ERR...COMPUTERS!

Now, ON WITH THE STORY!

Me talking.

"Someone else talking to me in an authors note."

Narator.

The young witch named Hermione Granger stood on the right of her best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, walking toward the school upon which they all attended, having left that freakish Luna Lovegood and her horse hallucinations behind with her fellow fourth years.

Harry and Ron each held a special place in Hermione's heart.

Harry was a great friend.

With his unruly black hair and lighting scar, no one could mistake him. He was kind, brave, loyal, and trustworthy. Quite like the human version of a golden retreiver.

Ron was a - erm - friend too.

He looked like a ripe carrot. He had orange hair, orange eyeborows, and orange freckles (it was a shame that his favorite color was blue). He was a total and utter idot, and (at times) a jerk. Though, when he wanted to, he could be a very sweet, caring, and generous person (when he wasn't begging to borrow her notes).

As you could see, her feelings about the carrot top were very conflicted.

Her robes swished and glided around her as they (and the rest of the fifth years) made their way to the castle.

Smiling as she took in the familier shaking first years, large doorways, and loud conversations, Hermione strode into the Great Hall.

Taking their seats, the three stared across from them where the prankster "Weasley Twins" Fred and George sat. After smiling and greeting each other, they turned to Dumbledore as he began the welcoming speech, house sorting, and professor introduction.

After Umbridge's suckish speech was over and Dumbledore had declared it time for dinner, there was a silence before the students began to eat.

Fred and George were the first to speak.

"So, what are we going to do?" asked Fred, looking at Harry who sat to Hermione's left and Ron's right.

"What do you mean by 'what are we going to do'?" Harry supplied.

Fred and George stared at him as if he had three eyes.

"Hagrid's house has no lights on, and Grubby-Plank is sitting in his seat," said George.

"A weird toad who has obviously drunken a mediocre polyjuice potion is sitting in as a DADA teacher," Fred continued.

"The ministry is trying to get in our heads," George said.

"You've got a fugitive dog as a godfather," Fred inserted.

"And you've got a evil wizard, hell-bent on seeing you dead," George followed.

"Other than that, what else could be wrong?" They finished together sarcastically.

"We've got to do something soon," said Fred.

"I-," Harry started.

Fred and George looked at Harry expectidly, hoping for him to suggest them doing something cool like breaking into Umbridge's new office and planting stink bombs.

"I don't really know guys," he said.

The twins' make believe plane crashed.

As Fred and George recolected themselves, the rest of the gang ate.

When the food was finished, Dumbledore raised again. They were quite confused when, instead of bidding them goodnight, Dumbledore said, "Before we say our goodbyes, I would like to introduce another new member to our glorious staff who has just arrived. Kagome, you may come in!"

The room paused as a young raven-haired girl close to the age of a fifth or fourth year walked through the door.

"This is Kagome Higurashi," explained Dumbledore. "She shall be acting as an assistant to Madame Pomfrey in the infirmary as well as an extra helper to other teachers this year. And do not be surprised if you see her in class sitting at a desk next to you, she will also be observing as a - a kind of exchange student, so to speak."

The girl walked toward the table where the Professors sat, her odd red pants and white shirt following her. When she got to where Dumbledore stood, she turned around.

Hermione froze.

There were a few striking things her appearance said to Hermione.

1: It was definetely obvious that she was foreign. Her looks stated that she was Japanese.

2: But what was odd was the look in her eyes.

They held terrifying emotions.

Sadness, loss, pain, and suffering were just a few of the things Hermione saw. Her eyes were alert and attuned to everything, as if she were expecting something horrible to happen any second. She also looked tired, like even though she was expecting something to happen, she had no interest in her own well being.

3: Then there was her necklace.

A small clain was tied around her neck, and on it hung an immense jewel. A shining purple-pink color that Hermione didn't have a good feeling about.

4: Then, she spoke.

"Thank you Dumbledore-sama," she bowed respectfully to the professor.

Shock spread around the room at the absolutely beautiful sound of her voice. When this girl named Kagome spoke, Hermione could hear her words in both English and Japanese. It was like hearing a foreign person speak while the translater spoke over them. But, instead of two different voices, it was just her's. And it made a hypnotizing sound that you didn't want to stop hearing.

And it didn't make sense. It just wasn't physically possible.

Unless...

Unless Kagome had taken a potion, or had a spell acted upon her.

Hermione had never once heard of a spell that could do such a thing, but maybe Dumbledore had. She make a quick mental note to ask him later when she could get a chance.

Kagome then turned toward the students and spoke, "I would like to thank you all for allowing me to stay here. You all have an absolutely wonderful home. The disclosure from the modern world is a very rare thing in this time period. I look forward to being able to speak with and get know all of you."

Then she bowed to them again and went back out the door.

That night Hermione contemplated this strange girl whom she dubbed as kind and sad but also dangerous and a mystery.

A mystery she was determined to figure out.

YEP! So, that's it!

The story will propbably bounce from Hermione's P.O.V. to Kagome's, and maybe even a little of other random people sometimes.

"Are you finished yet?"

Yeah, just give me a second.

So... who did you say sent my name in Hell Correspondance, Ai?

"..."

Well?

"..."

Who was it?

"A young boy in one of your classes. He was sick of your hair getting in the way of his veiw of the board in Algebra."

Darn it... I knew this hair would wrong me some day.

So... Ai...

"Yes?"

Do I HAVE to go?

"Yes, you do. They pulled the string so I have to ferry your soul to Hell."

"HEY LITTLE GIRL, BACK OF THE LINE!"

"YEAH WE WERE HERE FIRST!"

The young woman know as Hell Girl turns to find herself face-to-face with a line stretching at least half of a mile that's filled with demons, Spongebob, and that weird cow from Chick-Fil-A.

"You already leased out your soul?"

YEP!

"Damnit."