Disclaimer – I most definitely don't own either Harry Potter, or Inuyasha. Both are amazing series in their own right, and belong to the people who thought them up. I'm just… messing around with the characters for my own amusement.

Warnings – AU. Very starkly AU for very obvious reasons. Can possibly contain slash in future, but it won't be explicit. Will also contain het relationships.

Timeline – Harry is (currently) 9 years old. Kagome is 7.

Prologue

It was barely dawn when she woke up with a startled gasp. Sweat was pouring down her temple, and her chest was heaving from the residual fright and pain from her dream. She abrupt swung her legs over the edge of her little bed, almost stumbling out of it.

The house was still really dark, and she could hear he soft snores coming from her parents' room. Her baby brother had been surprisingly quiet tonight. She was actually relieved. If e had been screaming or crying, her dreams, no… nightmares would probably have been worse. She stumbled towards the front door, her small body beginning to shiver in the cold. Maybe she should have pulled a coat on top of her pyjamas?

Too late now… She was abruptly at the door. She tugged at it, but it was still locked. She almost wished someone else was awake; she was still too short to reach the lock. Standing on the tips of her toes, she managed to reach the latch and somehow tugged it opened. As soon as the door creakily opened, she was off like a flash, rushing towards the Goshinboku. She didn't know why, but ever since she had had that dream, something had been telling her to go to the tree.

Ignoring how cold she was starting to feel and how wet her clothes had become, she pushed her way through the snow on the ground she until she finally reached the tree. She stopped at its base and looked around, wondering what had been so urgent in her dreams to send her here. It was only when she remained still for a few moments that she noticed it.

She gasped, rushing towards the dark head of hair that stood out starkly against the white of the snow. When she reached it, she noticed that it belonged to a little boy, maybe her age, maybe a little older. She reached out with trembling fingers, praying that the boy wasn't dead. She didn't want him to be dead.

When her fingers touched his skin, his hand abruptly shot up to catch her by the wrist. She stared, wide-eyed, into the boy's narrow, pain-filled eyes. They were green, a bright emerald green. They were very pretty, she decided.

"Who are you?" she whispered, almost scared to break the silence. He continued to stare at her, breathing heavily. The pain in his eyes was slowly replaced by confusion. He tilted his head, and whispered back something that didn't make any sense to her. She frowned and shook her head. He bit his lip, beginning to tremble. It was only then that she realized that the boy was dressed in what looked like rags belonging to an overgrown male, most definitely not his own. Coming to a quick decision that was almost easy for her young mind, she started tugging him upwards, desperate to get him and herself out of the cold, warmth-stealing snow. He was still staring at her in confusion, and moved sluggishly. She quickened her efforts to get him out of the snow, recognizing the signs of what mama called hypo-something-or-the-other. Not understanding but silently complying with her efforts, he tried to move a little faster as well, welcoming the warmth that seeped into his cold fingers from her.

By the time they finally reached the main house, their teeth were chattering, and the boy was beginning to look a little blue. He stumbled and fell down. Getting scared, she started hammering on the front door, screaming for help.

Her mama and papa immediately rushed to the door, staring in shock at her and the boy whom she was cradling in her lap. The shock seemed to melt away quickly though, and her papa quickly lifted the boy up and took him in. Her mama swung her up and carried her in as well; whispering soft admonishments in her ear, but she ignored whatever mama was saying, staring at the boy who was sitting on the table now, blinking slowly in the light. Grandpa had woken up, and he was making some hot chocolate for the boy while papa wrapped a warm blanket around his shoulders. Mama set her down beside the boy and went to turn up the heater.

Once the boy was sipping carefully on the hot chocolate, a look of wonder painted across his face, papa slid into a chair in front of him. The boy immediately stopped drinking and looked up to stare at him.

"What's your name?" he murmured softly, looking for some form of recognition in his eyes. Her eyes widened, and she quickly interrupted.

"Papa, he didn't answer me before when I asked him. He said something funny, I couldn't understand…"

Her papa's eyebrows rose, and he turned to stare at the boy who was now looking at her, just as confused as before. He opened his mouth and said something again, and her father sighed in understanding. To her surprise, he said something in the same language. The boy's head turned towards him immediately, looking relieved. They both said a few things, and the boy finally looked down, mumbling something. Unable to wait any longer, she asked her papa what his name was. Her papa looked at her, a strange mix of anger, horror and sorrow mixing in his eyes.

"Harry," he said finally. "Potter Harry."

Her eyebrows lowered in confusion. That was a very funny name. Noticing that he was looking at her silently, she quickly exchanged the frown for a bright smile.

"I'm Higurashi Kagome!" she exclaimed, giving him a wide grin. He blinked again, before finally giving her a hesitant smile. She didn't know why, but when she saw that smile, she felt something warm fill her. Like when she had a mug full of hot chocolate on a cold day, sitting in front of a fire. Or like a whole spoon of honey sliding down her throat. She slowly traded her grin for an honest smile, even as mama rushed for the phonebook.

*

It was only a few days later when a young woman stepped into her home. She stared at the woman beside a still silent Ha'ri, as she had taken to calling the strange boy that had suddenly entered her life. She had found out that he was actually two years older than her, though he didn't look it. Her mama looked very worried as she spoke to the woman along with papa and Grandpa. The woman gave an oily smile that she didn't really like. If she judged that shudder right, neither did Ha'ri.

They spoke for some more time, and finally, mama gave a relieved smile. Papa called out to both of them. She and Ha'ri looked at each other, before silently running to see what papa wanted.

When they reached the living room, she noticed that papa was smiling just as much as mama. He spoke quietly to Ha'ri, who frowned almost immediately. She quickly laced her fingers through his own, making him blink, before he smiled at her. She smiled back, a soft flush spreading across her cheeks. The smile abruptly disappeared when the woman cooed at them, though. Ha'ri's frown reappeared in full force.

"This lady is here to take Harry back to his family, Kagome." Her papa said quietly. She stiffened, fingers clenching Ha'ri's. His clenched too, before he let go. He looked up at the woman solemnly, before saying something in that strange language of his. She had learnt that it was called 'English'. She couldn't understand it at all, though Ha'ri could understand a bit of Japanese. Only if it was really slow, though.

The woman smiled at what he said, and said something in the same language. Ha'ri's shoulders stiffened, before he sighed and nodded. The woman looked at mama and papa, who nodded seriously. Seeing them nod, Ha'ri's eyes widened, before they went narrow again. He asked something, making the woman nod in response. He turned to papa, mama and Grandpa, saying something that made all of them smile. Grandpa grumbled something that she didn't hear clearly, and papa translated. Ha'ri actually giggled, a wide smile spreading across his face. He abruptly turned towards her and gave her a big hug, making her gasp in surprise. She hugged back though. After that, he quietly went along with the woman, who called a casual 'bye' to everyone.

She didn't see Ha'ri again for almost two months after that. By then, he had already changed too much to be called 'Ha'ri' ever again.

Well, that's that. Hopefully anyone who decides to read this will be willing to leave me a review. I understand that the positioning of the shrine and Goshinboku might be out of place. All the same, since this chapter is mostly in the point of view of a seven year old, I hope that I will be excused.

Also to be mentioned, this will NOT be Sesshoumaru x Kagome. If anything, its likely to be unrequited Kagome x Inuyasha.

No idea when I will post the next chapter, for reasons mentioned in my bio…