Whatever it Takes

Summary: Draco wasn't sure why she was there or why his father 'insisted' that he watch over her, when he so clearly didn't want to be associated with her. There is a dangerous and dark secret within her...hidden within the cold heart of the Slytherin Dungeons...is something only she can control.

Anime/Manga/Book: Harry Potter/InuYasha

Couple: Draco/Kagome – Draco/Sango – Draco/Ayame

Kagome/Draco/Sango/Ayame

Genre: Romance/Adventure/Angst/Hurt & Comfort

Rated: M (For Mature Content) Pathetic Attempt at Seduction/Attempted Rape/Pain/Torture/Sexual Scenes

Based Off Of: Random comments and ideas thought up by I, KibaSin and o0KittyBlue0o while all three together in one place. Found out that the mix is very sleep depriving. Also, I work in 1 hour, 4:00 and I have to get up at 5:00...don't ask, I'll get my hour of sleep...I'm TIRED! Hope you all enjoy!

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Chapter One: Prologue

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Year – 1984

London, England

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Lightning flashed, brightening the dark, morbid sky above. Thunder shook the grounds below with a loud rumble as rain pelted hard against the house of Black. The Dark Lord and the Lestrange's stood gathered around a bed where pained cries could be heard throughout the Black Manor. On the bed, Yang Chang, one of the Dark Lords most loyal followers, more so than even Bellatrix Lestrange herself, lay on the bed in the throws of pregnancy, trying hard not to let out any tears.

"Ahhh~"

Bellatrix could not stop her sadistic grin, staring at the girl, her 'friend' if you would, as her screams reverberated off the walls and through the halls of the Black household.

The Dark Lord waved his wand as her pain became unbearable. A blue glow emitted from the tip and a moan escaped her, slipping sultrily between her lips as she gave one finale push, releasing the newborn child from its confines within her.

Bellatrix could but watch in fascination as the Dark Lord held the bloody babe in his hands. "Bella," His voice was cold, but smooth in its pure wickedness. "Take this child and clean it."

"Yes, Master..." Bellatrix took the child in a towel and walked off towards the washroom where she cleaned the blood off the child in a sink of tepid water, the babe's eyes were closed, as were its hands, tightly fisted as it experienced new sounds and felt new things around it. She took note of the child's sex and gave a rare smile.

Wrapping it in a new blanket, not covered in blood, she walked out the doors and frowned at the sight. Yang lay on the bed, blood still seeping into the sheets, despite the fact that the birth of the child was done with. No, the blood wasn't stopping with just the sheets, it was dripping onto the wood flooring as well. Her husband, Rodolphus, stood off to the side, staring at the sight with a sick and twisted form of lust in his eyes, but she cared not for his desire of blood covered flesh and tortured woman. She moved to the Dark Lord's side and held the child out, bowing her head in the process as her eyes caught Yang's. Fear was not what she saw in the woman's blue eyes, no...acceptance...

She was dying~

"Yang," The Dark Lord spoke, "Hold your child before you breathe your last..." He handed her the baby, and Yang cradled the child with weak arms and hands before letting her eyes fall to her Dark Lord.

"Master," As weak and pathetic as she sounded, Bellatrix could not find it in her to laugh out at the dying female. "Place your mark on my child...so that she'll...always know to whom, she belongs."

Their Lord thought over her last request before pulling the wand out once more from his sleeve. With his other hand he took the child and held it out to Bellatrix to hold. "Expose her back to me." Bellatrix did as told and turned the child so that she faced her, her back to her Lord. "Morseligo," A sharp cry and whine pierced the air as his mark began to form on the back of the baby where his wand pressed painfully against her skin. When the bright green light faded and he removed his wand from the newborns back, he placed it back in his sleeve and Bellatrix handed the babe back to Yang who ushered the child weakly into a silent, pained sleep, small whimpers were sounded by the baby every few seconds, showing that the pain from the spell that had shaped and created the tattoo onto her back had not yet faded.

"Master, thank you...now she will always know..." Her eyes began closing, now half lidded as she listened to the baby's soft whimpers, warmth filled her with the realization that she'd given birth to a follower, marked at birth, unlike all the other children born of death eaters. "To you...she belongs..." Her hand fell limp with one final caress of her newly born daughters' cheek.

"Take her in Bella. Let no harm befall her."

Once more, Bellatrix bowed her head to her Master. "As you so desire, Master." She took the child from the flaccid arms of her dead 'friend'.

'Her name...was it...Kagome, you once spoke of...that will be her name. Kagome, Kagome Chang Lestrange...'

2 Months Later

Bellatrix apparated quickly away from the Auror's chasing after her, one such, Alastor Moody, who would soon catch up with her no doubt.

She moved with haste and held the teary eyed infant close to her wildly beating heart, as cold as it may be. The babe had her name in Chinese characters on her shoulder, Kagome. It was all she could think to do to make sure that she would grow up with that name. Jewelry engraved was easily lost, stolen and broken, so she had tossed the idea out of her mind quickly. With little to no time left, she mumbled a spell 'Silencio' and gave the child the mark on her shoulder. The baby, dressed in a black night dress of polyester with black lace at the bottom of the dress, falling in an asymmetrical cut, also covering the baby's shoulders and falling past her fingers in excess, the baby's fashion was similar to her own. "Cissa!" She cried out, "Take her, quick! Go~" She said, shoving the baby into her sisters awaiting arms before pushing her into the fireplace behind her, a green flame enveloping her as the Auror's appeared around her. She turned around and laughed as the sent out spell's and hex's, leaving no flesh untouched by magic. Her laughter didn't cease, echoing throughout the Black Manor in which she'd requested her sister's presence only an hour ago, arriving in time to save the life of the baby she's promised her Master that she'd protect.

With Narcissa

Narcissa passed her husband as she grabbed a pure white cloak and left. His footfalls were heard behind her as he rushed after her in curiosity. "Cissa, what has gotten into you? You are acting suspicious, they'll notice...what...?" He stared at the child that he had only a few times seen held by his...'dear' sister in-law. "That girl..."

"The Dark Lord requested Bella to watch over her and keep her safe, and as she has been captured by Moody, I have been given the responsibility." She passed through a doorway and came to a stop. She stared at a crying woman and listened to a man as he tried hard to comfort her. In her arms lay a child, no longer breathing, it just laid there.

"My Kikyou...no...no~" Her tears continued to fall and she could only rock back and forth in misery.

"Levicorpus," Narcissa whispered, her wand held to the child that she held in one arm. She made sure she was well hidden and then guided the child above the two pain stricken parents. The woman's cries were silenced as she watched in awe as the baby appeared before her, silently sleeping a dreamless sleep. As the baby was taken in hand by the mother, Narcissa once more waved her wand and whispered 'Evanesco', she and Lucius watched the baby in the woman's lap vanish from sight, neither caring where it went as both left the two with the 'miracle'. Narcissa looked back once more as the woman held the baby to her chest and cried thanks to 'Kami'.

A Week Later With Bellatrix

Her cries were heard, not from being imprisoned, but from discovering the fall of her lord. She could not cry any longer, however. She had hope, her master would rise, he would rise and return for her! She felt the chains pull on her shackles as she was placed into a cage with sharp blades pointing her way. She looked into the eyes of Muggle Prime Minister Crouch, and gave a cold, heartless...void laugh, something that soon changed to crazed and insane.

"The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban; we will wait! He will rise again and will come for us, he will reward us beyond any of his other supporters! We alone were faithful! We alone tried to find him!" She held onto that, her laughter echoing the room as they dragged her once more from their sights and into her new resting place, waiting place, Azkaban High Security Prison. She would wait...he would rise...and she, once more be free to rein terror on all those who opposed The Dark Lord!

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Year – 1994

Japan, Tokyo

Kagome stopped at the mailbox on her way inside. Contusions marred her body, one on her cheek showed better than all of the others, a sickly yellow that seeped around the edges of a green bruise with blotches of red and blue. The injury was caused by another fight she'd gotten into. She had lived in a couple different places now, from London, where she'd been born and raised till the age of six, than she'd moved to America, but that had last little less than two year, and now she was on her third year in Japan, a place she hated. She wanted to return to London, where she had felt at home. This wasn't her home, and it would never be. She had dark thoughts of many people that she'd met in America and Japan, even of her own parents, but she tried hard not to let them show, but...sometimes...that proved to be more difficult than she'd ever thought possible.

For example, at six, when she was at the park, this shabby thing, a girl of four with saliva smearing her cheeks and hands, actually walked up to her and touched her...no, it doesn't sound bad to you, but it was disgusting, and she had felt that emotion of abhor and nausea take immediate hold of her thoughts. She hadn't touched her, and yet, with just thinking it, the girl had flown clear across the park and almost into a tree before a man that she didn't know had jumped in the way of the tree, catching the girl and...ultimately, saving her.

She'd also developed a deep hatred for that man too, thinking that the world would have been a much better place without that nasty...well, it mattered little. After that, she was shunned and her parents had decided to move, no doubt do to what she'd done. She hadn't even known that it was her, until her second 'incident'.

It was only three months till her next birthday; she was at the time eight years old and she'd been in class. Her teacher had a snake in a glass terrain that she liked to play with, and she was told many times not to mess with it. She had waited till the teacher had left with the others to the playground once and snuck inside to get it, said something that she didn't even remember anymore...and it responded. In full blown English! She clearly heard it, and the she just started talking back; the next thing she knew, she was sitting in the middle of her classroom having a full conversation with a reptile that could have squeezed the life out of her.

She was sure that this wasn't normal, but then, she's asked it to do something...she had asked it to bite it's master, that woman who denied her access to her newly found friend. He had agreed with no quarrel and the teacher had come in at the moment she'd been ready to place the large snake back within its terrain. She had been so angry, she'd stormed up and gone to grab the snake and it wrapped tightly around her arm after being picked up before slithering its way around her waist. She had never heard someone scream so loudly before, her ear had rung from its loud pitch and when the snake had bit painfully into her shoulder, Kagome had cried out for it to run, leave, and find safety far away. She'd been pleased when it had left.

"...mail for me?" She read the name with a frown, "Kagome...Lestrange?" She glanced around and sighed, 'That is not my name...but...well, maybe it was a mistake with last names...or..."

She placed a nail beneath the envelope's lip and began tearing the edge before ripping it open, careful of the letter within the envelope.

Kagome Chang Lestrange,

You do not know me, but I know you. My name is Narcissa Malfoy, of the Malfoy family. I have wanted for some time to bring you here, to my home in London, but as I was told by my husband not to, I had to wait some time before I could contact you.

I knew your mother, your biological mother. She was a close friend of my sister's, Bellatrix Lestrange. No, you are not her daughter, your mother's name was Yang Chang, and she died giving birth. As her last request, the tattoo you have on your back was placed there by, well, that can be explained upon your arrival.

I implore that you come when I send for you; this will be for your own good. I'm sure many things have happened in your life, things you may not be able to explain, or understand.

Ask your mother of the day you appeared before her, and of the child that had vanished, dead, from her lap. You are the daughter of our Lord's most loyal follower, respond when you feel that you are ready to come to my home. I do believe that by the time this letter reaches you, another letter should be either on it's way to your home or already there. Again, when you feel ready, I will send for you.

Sincerely,

Narcissa Malfoy

Kagome stared in confusion at the letter, neat cursive scrawled across the fine paper. The name echoed in her mind, Kagome Chang Lestrange...who was Yang Chang? Was that really her mother? Who was Lestrange? She had said that this 'Bellatrix Lestrange' was a friend of her mothers. Her mother might know something...maybe...or, maybe she would deny it.

She turned and made her way inside where her mother sat holding another letter.

"Oh, Kagome..." Her mother glanced back down at the letter and sighed, "This...this is for you. It came by bird." She pointed to the owl sitting just outside the window.

Kagome looked at the owl, than at her own letter and then took the one her mother held out to her.

Kagome Higurashi

Tokyo, Japan

Sunset Shrine

First Room on the Left

She opened the letter and read the contents quickly through. Her eyes widened at certain things, and a gasp escaped her during other parts. "Witchcraft...and Wizardry! There's a school for this?"

Her mother stared in surprise and took the letter, her eyes skimmed the letter and she frowned, "I've never heard of such a thing. It's probably a hoax and─Kagome, where did you get that bruise?"

"..." Kagome stepped back when her mother moved to touch her cheek. "It's nothing." She looked at the letter she'd read a while ago and then turned to her 'mother'. "How did I appear?"

"How did you...what a strange question...why, you appeared like all children. You were born from the love of your father and mother. Like all children."

"And...who were my father and mother?"

~CRASH~

The cup her mother had seconds ago been holding fell to the ground and shattered to pieces. "Oh my! How clumsy of me, I'm sorry dear, let me clean up this mess. Are you─"

"What happened to the child that had disappeared?" She said bluntly, her eyes were now narrow, her voice cold. "The dead one!"

"..." The 'woman' whom she'd thought of as her mother for the last ten and a half years, stared lost at the wall in front of her, her eyes distant. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not your daughter, am I?" Kagome's hand fisted dangerously, and a dark energy crackled around her, her hair gently picked up with what someone might have thought to be a breeze, had there been any wind.

"...no...not by birth, but you are my daughter through love!"

"Love...love? You think I care about that? You lied to me! You told me, all of these years you've told me that I was you daughter! BY BIRTH! You had no RIGHT!" Kagome wrote a quick response on the back of the letter and then did the same to the one she received from the school of magic. She told the owl to deliver first to a Narcissa Malfoy, before the school, wanting to get out as quickly as possible. Hell, she wasn't even sure that the bird understood her, but it seemed to listen as it flew out with both letters resealed and held tightly in it's beak.

"K-Kagome! Kagome, I'm sorry! I've always thought of you as my daughter, and...I don't know, it just never occurred to me that it would upset you this much to know..." She refused to call this woman her mother, watching as she cried pitifully. She'd been in a bad, sour mood since she'd left London, and it never got better, never did she feel any sort of...inner peace. It was like, there was a wall separating her from normality, or maybe, there was just a wall separating her from home. "I lost my daughter to an illness, the doctor who we thought we could trust decided that we were worth less than the trouble he felt he was going through to supposedly help us! He took our payment, more than just a few thousand dollars, and than left us. He left our daughter for dead! She lasted little more than a week before my baby died. I WANTED TO DIE! AND THEN...and then you appeared...YOU APPEARED AND SHE DISSAPEARED! I thought that the Kami's had blessed us with a second chance! A new start! AS IF WHAT HAD HAPPENED, HADN'T BEEN MEANT TO HAPPEN!"

"Oh grow up! You think you can start over if something goes wrong? You really think something like that would happen? This isn't a game! I'm not your daughters' second life! I'm leaving, going back home to London, and with all hope, I'll stay." The woman took her hand when she turned away and Kagome reacted before she knew what had happened, whipping her hand out and slapping the woman painfully across the cheek, leaving scratch marks across the once clear flesh. "Don't touch me." She left to her room and Kagome threw herself onto her bed and started crying, not caring anymore that she didn't normally cry. In fact, she had always felt it a weak show of emotions to do such a thing, like it was beneath her, yet here she was bawling on her pillow.

She sat up and looked around, grabbing a backpack, she started gathering some clothes and necessities that she thought were important, ignoring the woman downstairs as she cried out in heartache. She hated Japan, she hated everyone in it. Only one person from Japan was a friend of hers, and she'd met her in England where they'd played with a red haired girl. She didn't remember their names though, since that was while she was four and five. The red head went missing after that, and the other one moved away. Then, shortly after, she left too. No, they were gone now, so...maybe she was just alone in life. Maybe she was meant to be alone, no friends, no family, no home...

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Me: Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! Please read and review! SANKYU!