AN: So… here's the rewrite of chapter 1. I like it better, so I hope u do too.

Summary: InuHp crossover Post HBP: Do not have to know anything about Inuyasha to read this. There is a new professor at Hogwarts, and he's only there to teach certain students, like Harry. He has also been having dreams about a certain evil demon that has been dead for 500 years.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. If I was her I would have made this crossover a long time ago. I also don't own Inuyasha.

AN: Anyways, enjoy. I tried placing this story under Inuyasha, but I did not get the turnout I wanted, so I am trying to put under Harry Potter.

"Speak"

Thoughts

Dream/vision

Letter or excerpt

Chapter 1: Another Summer Night At Privet Drive.

The smallest bedroom in Number 4 Privet Drive was usually the most peaceful room in the house, but tonight, all anyone could hear were the moaning of a raven-haired seventeen-year-old boy in the middle of a nightmare.

Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves. Harry couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, he could tell that it was carrying something. Whoever it was, he was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face. And--- several paces nearer, the gap closing all the time --- Harry saw that the thing in the person's arms looked like a baby… or was it merely a bundle of robes?

Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced sideways at Cedric. Cedric shot him a quizzical look. They both turned back to watch the approaching figure.

It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second, Harry and Cedric and the short figure simply looked at one another.

And then, without warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life; his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face; his knees buckled; he was on the ground and he could see nothing at all; his head was about to split open.

From far above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare."

A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: "Avada Kedavra"

His dream faded and was replaced by another, far worse.

Dumbledore sped down the steps past Neville and Harry, who had no more thought of leaving. Dumbledore was already at the foot of the steps when the Death Eaters nearest realized he was there. There were yells; one of the Death Eaters ran for it, scrabbling like a monkey up the stone steps opposite. Dumbledore's spell pulled him back as easily and effortlessly as though he had hooked him with an invisible line---

Only one couple were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" He yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.

The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest.

The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.

Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.

It seemed to take an age for Sirius to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging for the arch….

And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell though the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place.

Harry heard Bellaire Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing--- Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second….

But Sirius did not reappear.

Again the dream faded and was replaced, this time by the worst one imaginable.

"Severus…"

The sound frightened Harry beyond anything he had experienced all evening. For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading.

Snape said nothing, but walked forward. The three Death Eaters fell back without a word. Even the werewolf seemed cowed.

Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face.

"Severus … please …"

Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A jet of green light shot from end of Snape's wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest. Harry's scream of horror never left him; silent and unmoving, he was forced to watch as Dumbledore was blasted into the air. For a split second, he seemed to hang suspended beneath the shining skull, and then he fell slowly backward, like a great rag doll, over the battlements and out of sight.

The dream changed again, but this time it was not a memory, it was something he did not recognize.

He was standing by a wall in a dark, circular, room filled with people. They did not seem to see him, so he stayed were he was just in case. After studying them, he realised he was in a room full of Death Eaters.

They were in a circle around a person Harry recognized as Voldemort. He seemed to be chanting something in a foreign language, and the Death Eaters repeated what he said.

After about fifteen minutes of this, the room started shaking. Harry was slamed against the wall and slumped to the ground. When the shaking stopped, there was a man standing in front of Voldemort, crouching down, wearing what looked like a baboon skin.

"Lord Naraku," Voldemort said, "Welcome back to the human realms."

"After five hundered years, I did not expect such a warm welcome." The man said, "I see you have your own loyal followers. Speaking of which, I will need your help to revive them, like you promised during your spiritual visits."

"And assisstance shall be granted, for all in here all loyal to me, and they will do anything I tell them."

"There is one who is not."

"Pardon me?"

The man called Naraku laughed. "He is not here in person, but is visiting it in his dreams."

"Potter!" Voldemort snarled.

Naraku laughed again, "So this is the boy who defeated you when he was a baby," Again he laughed, "No wonder, any hanyou can beat a wizard, even if he is a child."

Voldemort ignored Naraku's comments and scanned the room. When his eyes settled on the spot where he sat, Harry felt his scar erupt in agony. He blacked out.

Harry awoke with a start, his scar blazing with pain.

Well that's a good place to end a chapter. Inuyasha wont show up next chapter, but the one after that, so be patient. Like I said earlier, I am rewriting it because the story didn't make sense and wasn't going anywhere. Any way, R and R.