Disclaimer: I own neither J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter nor Rumiko Takahashi's Inuyasha. Simply put.
AN: This is an idea that has been stewing for a long time, and, although I did a rough sketch of the original idea, this is going a bit differently than expected. If anyone wants the original summaries to try that, I'd be interested in seeing a different version of this story. For this story, I altered a bit of the timelines for each story. First of all, Voldemort isn't nearly as old as he is in the canon. I'm aware that he's somewhere near his eighties when in the canon, which makes me question his abilities, but, in this alternate universe, Tom Riddle Jr. was the first born, about thirty-five to forty years prior to this point. His parents are still dead, and he still lived in an orphanage, but he was not alone.
Chapter One:
The First Holidays
The living room was tense, and the little girl standing behind the man was very confused as to why. Glancing around, she tried to see what was different than normal. It had been a beautiful house with the evidence of a child in the home; the walls were a powder blue on the top half with walnut panelling on the bottom, a fireplace in the middle. Above the mantle was a familiar family portrait of the man, woman, and a little boy, which was lit by magically glowing portraits of family and friends. Two winged armchairs faced the fire, an ottoman in front of each one, and a smaller version in between. In the chair, there was evidence that the child had been there recently; there in it was a practice wand just like she'd gotten just a few weeks ago. The only difference was that some things were tilted, like someone had wrestled all the way around the room; she and Uncle When she came back from her time with Uncle Tommy, she had to remember to show her the spells he'd taught her.
Along the sides of the fireplace, there were bookshelves, and, on the bottom shelves, brightly colored books that almost beckoned the little girl to come look at them again. From the picture, in which the parents had already left when she and her uncle had come to likely tell someone they'd arrived, a little boy smiled at his friend, but not her uncle, who gave him a bad vibe. He'd watched curiously as his parents had tried to rush him out, but, after losing time they knew they couldn't afford, they'd left, knowing that at least the image of their son was safe. The boy waved hesitantly, and she waved back, beaming. Since he'd known the girl for a while and their parents were friends, he was wondering why she was with a guy he didn't know.
Her uncle was standing in front of a couple she knew her parents were friends with, who were sitting silently and glaring wholeheartedly after a very strong fight, but, from what her uncle had told her, they should be happy. He was sending them on a magical vacation through his wand, and vacations were nice. She had asked him if her Mommy had known what they were doing, but he'd smiled, saying they were surprising her by sending her friend on a nice, long holiday. Her uncle's friend was smirking, rubbing her hands and itching to pull out wand, but, when she'd asked the girl's uncle if she could, he said she should wait.
Kagome's uncle spoke quietly, but his voice seemed to resonate through the small house like the hiss of her uncle's pet as he removed the silencing spell with a wave of his hand. "Stand up." Now that she thought of it, he never let her play with his friends. Darn.
Uncle Frankie, as Kagome had been taught to call Frank Longbottom by her mother, glared at the bane of their existence, his main regret being that he hadn't sent Alice along with Neville to his grandmother's house that day. "Rot in Hell." His second was that he couldn't alter his friend that her precious daughter was in the hands of a monster.
Kagome's eyes widened as the man cursed, then she tugged on his robe. "Uncle Tommy?"
The Dark Lord turned softened, red eyes on his niece, watching his prey in his peripheral vision, "Yes, Kagome?"
Her brown eyes searched his, "Why is he angry if you're just going to send him on vacation, Uncle Tommy? Mommy said Uncle Frankie likes vacations."
Kneeling in front of his niece, Lord Voldemort ruffled Kagome's hair, motioning for Bellatrix to stifle the Longbottoms' cries to their friends' daughter and take them into the corner to stop them from distracting her niece, "Well, Kagome, my job is very important. You and I both know that the Longbottoms are very hardworking people, but I don't like what they do. What they do is bad for what I do, so, when I can, I try to convince them to take vacations and long breaks. If they do that, I can do my job much better. Don't you want to help me, love? Don't you want to help the people we've seen?" The Longbottoms were the sixth family she'd gone with her uncle to see, and, though she'd often asked, she'd never gotten to revisit anyone after they got sent on vacation. Luckily, her uncle was there to help her understand, but she'd felt bad after; who was she to cut short their long holiday?
Kagome smiled, agreeing with the other deaths she didn't yet understand she'd witnessed. In the corner, Bellatrix had meanwhile put a sound barrier around the three of them and begun the torture that would allow her Lord to properly deal with these abominations to the wizarding world. Frank and Alice Longbottom linked hands and, since they could no longer defend themselves as their wands had been taken and broken, said a prayer for their son, Neville, and the daughter of their close friends, Kagome.
Voldemort moved out from in front of the little girl just in time for Kagome to see pure agony go through the eyes of Alice, then Frank, and she screamed, running into Bellatrix. "NO!" She broke the barrier with her hand, going straight through to fight the woman and using energy she hadn't known she had that burned and scarred the woman's face, and, stopping Auntie and Uncle's pain with something her uncle had taught her for playground scrapes, she collapsed at the feet of Auntie Allie, who, sadly, had already been driven insane. The last thing she did before she passed out was to look at her uncle with truly distraught eyes, asking him without words how he could possibly allow this to happen.
Her uncle sighed, going to reach for her, and was startled when Kagome's mother, his own sister, Apparated in, immediately putting her arms around her kidnapped daughter and her hands on the couple that had been her friends for so long. "Crucio." Voldemort took a deep breath and endured the pain only his younger sister could inflict with a slight grimace, watching as Kagome, the Longbottoms, and Samantha Higurashi Disapparated into the night.
Earlier that evening...
A dark, cloudy night surrounded the three, and they appeared like a happy family... from a distance. In the center, a young girl with her pigtails curled skipped between her uncle and his friend, one hand in each of theirs. Her brown eyes were bright, adjusted to the light, and reflecting her warm, gentle nature as she smiled at the few people she saw. Most people avoided them, and, though she didn't know why, she waved at few she saw, hoping more would come out and play. She didn't know that that was exactly what Uncle wanted.
They hadn't been going far, having appeared in the center of the street and walked to the side. Her uncle knew where they were going, and so did his friend, but Kagome was just happy to be spending time with her uncle. She didn't really know why her Mommy and Daddy didn't really like him, but he was nice to her. He even let her go with him to do his charity work, which is what he called it. He said that certain people deserved what he was giving, and he often told her that his friend was one of the best at what they were doing. He even told her that, when she got older, she could help him with the magic he used and the special magic she had.
On the girl's right, the young woman walked, well, stalked would be a better word. Her long black hair was in ringlets and threatening to look greasy from lack of washing, but she and her lord were unable to stop. They had much work to do before they could stop their work, and, although he'd told her not to bring anything so that they would get a lot done, he'd still stopped to take this little girl and make sure she had everything to be comfortable. She was supposedly special enough to inspire confidence in her lord, even rounding the age of five, to get enough effort from him to bring her along. Even though she held the hand of the child, it was only because of her leader. She honestly felt the child was a burden and a liability, as she knew her lord would be irate if something were to happen to her, but Bellatrix said nothing. She knew better than to question him.
The small group finally arrived at their destination, a small beige house with a black tar roof, but they didn't immediately go in. He set wards around the house so that nothing could get out except the vision of what was going on. No one would be able to leave, but everyone on the street could see. He wanted the terror unbridled; it must be spread to all these muggles who dared house a sympathizer. The little girl watched with amazement as the wand in her uncle's hand put out sparks, then threads, and chains. Her uncle rarely did magic except to show her, and the shows he gave were more powerful than the magic her parents showed her, probably because she was still working on the basics. While Mommy and Daddy wanted her to work her way up, her uncle said she should stretch her powers while she was young so she could use all of them when she got older. Uncle Tommy and her Mommy and Daddy fought a lot, especially about her, but he didn't get to come over much, so when he said Mommy said she could come with him, she was really excited.
The three of them arranged themselves around the door, Bellatrix in front. The door blew down from the force of her spell, and they simply strolled in, the older two having no problem ignoring the screams. The couple's names were not known to the youngest, but she said nothing. Her uncle had already told her these people wouldn't want her speaking while they went on vacation; they already were stressed enough, and words would just frustrate them more. They already didn't want to go, but their minds needed rest. Ever the sweet one, Kagome kept silent as Voldemort and Bellatrix murdered them in cold blood, one in the house and the other on the lawn out front. After a moment of trying to force the barrier to yield, the second slated for death simply turned and faced fate. Then, Voldemort oftered his hand to his young niece, glad that the polyjuice was holding to keep him in his more acceptable form only for her sake; she would be seeing his true face soon, but they had another stop first.
AN: I think I have the pairings for this story, and I'm working on the next chapter. It's almost finished; the waits on the other stories won't be long either. I'd really appreciate some feedback on this story, like what people think of the characterization, is it cliche? (I am hoping not), etc. I deeply apologize for such a long hiatus on my stories.
