Summary: Who would have known that all she needed to do to find some adventure was get dragged through the streets of London?

This is my first fanfic so constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!

Background information

This is an alternate universe story. In fact, it may not work out as neatly as I would like as I will be messing with Kagome's birthday to fit in with the story. She will still have gone down the well at fifteen. It will still have taken one year to complete the jewel and finish the quest. She will be a sixth year student.

Everyone else will be the same age they are in the books. So the Golden Trio will be in fourth year etc. On another note, I will also introduce the Order of the Phoenix during their fourth year.

Hope this works out :)

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Kagome longed for the familiarity of Japan. The smell, the atmosphere, the food. She had never been so cognizant of her hometown until she had been sent away. She wished for nothing more than to walk down the busy streets with her friends and eat at McDonalds. Heck, she even missed the crowded trains.

She drew a shaky hand through her hair.

While she had been telling herself she was fine, and she did not miss the shrine, she had been lying to herself. She longed for the well deeply. She had never known such despair until the well had not granted her access.

That denial had hurt more than Inuyasha's fair weather feelings because it wasn't one person rejecting her but an era and a life she had steadily grown accustomed to.

It had been seven months since it had closed, but Kagome had remained hopeful that it would open once again. It was a belief she held onto fiercely, and she did not go unpunished for it.

Before she had been sent away she'd sit on the lip of the well for hours. Sometimes she would let herself drop into the darkness letting the cool, damp air envelop her, but mostly she just sat and waited. After waiting she had prayed. She'd prayed to every Kami known to man for a chance to run through Inuyasha's Forest again, to see her friends, but she wanted to coddle her kit more than anything else in the world.

However, during those seventh months she was never greeted by the tingling feeling of magic or the gruff disposition of her hanyou friend, and her mother had been content to let her pine away until Kagome had lost fifteen pounds. The sharp angular edges of her hips had jutted out and her face had taken on a sickly pallor. Finally her mother had laid down her foot. She had prohibited Kagome from entering the well house.

Ryoko knew it would not keep her daughter away. She knew Kagome would find a way to sit and look down into the hole that symbolized something far more precious, so in an act of desperation she had called her friend and arranged for Kagome to spend the summer with her and her family in England.

Kagome frowned at the memory. She remembered the day her mother had told her the news. Actually she had been ambushed. She had kicked and screamed and cried, but her mother had not listened to her pleas.

It was with sorrowful eyes that her family sent her off across the world because they had been desperate for her to leave her self-imposed prison.

Kagome shook the thought from her head as she rested her head on her palm and waited for her escort to return from the loo. She supposed, somewhat guiltily, that he was nice, but he was no Inuyasha. She was simply not ready to lay to rest the love she had held for her friend because if she did, she felt that it would be giving up on everything they had gone through.

And she was not yet ready to bury the memories they shared. They were far too important to be locked away within the recesses of her mind.

"Sorry I took so long." She smiled softly. She couldn't be mad at the poor young man for trying.

"Mr. Weasley," She was abruptly cut off.

"Ron."

She titled her head the side in question.

"Please just call me Ron." He chuckled, somewhat uncomfortably.

Kagome nodded in understanding. "I know you don't want to be here either, so how about we just call it a day?"

His mother had made him take her out for the afternoon, but now as the sun crawled beneath the horizon Kagome deemed it acceptable to go home. After all they did have to take the metro to a bus station and then walk from there.

He moved to stand with a slight sigh of relief. She had been no walk in the park. Not that he had been super cordial, but he was looking forward to handing her back over to his mother and sister once they returned.

Kagome wondered if she would be able to outrun him. He looked fairly gangly, but she had learned one should never underestimate his or her opponent.

Ron looked uncomfortable. He wished Harry or Hermione were there to help him, but they were both busy until the Quidditch World Cup, so it left him alone with Kagome.

"Hey look who's here!" Fred yelled as he clapped his younger brother on the back.

"Mum didn't mention you were going to be out and about." George added as the two twins pulled up chairs.

Ron grumbled something as he flopped back into his seat.

Kagome merely watched the twins interact with one another. She had been intrigued when they first met. They proved to be highly entertaining. She wondered if they were channeling Shippo at times due to their antics.

"Well, we think that-"

"-you need a bit of cheering up-"

"-and we know the perfect place." They said as they pulled the petite Japanese girl to her feet.

She only had time to send Ron a bewildered stare before she was out the door.

"Fred, George what are you doing?"

The twins shared identical Cheshire Cat grins as they tugged the poor girl behind them.

It wasn't until they rounded a corner that Kagome yanked her arm away.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

Even if a million years were to pass she would never be able to mistake the tingling tickling the edge of her senses. She wondered why there would be dark malevolent spirits in London but did not dwell on the thought as she didn't have the time.

She looked at the three boys around her unsure of what to do with them. They wouldn't believe her, and while she wanted to be sent home, she didn't want them to think she was crazy.

"I," The spirit was drawing closer. "Need to run." She failed to notice their drastic change in emotions. They looked as if they were depressed.

Kagome realized too late that she had not left them soon enough. Before she even had a chance to run, a dark swirling mass of black swooped down and blocked her path.

She stared at the entity with sad eyes, the effects of the dementor sapping her life force. She felt as if she was resigning herself to a life without the well and the past. A chill swept through her and she began to sway dangerously. She wondered if Kanna had somehow managed to escape death and was enacting revenge on her for the sins of the past.

The shadowy figure reached out a gnarled hand beckoning her toward it. However, before it was able to lean down, Kagome held out her hand and prayed that her purifying powers would work.

The bright light enveloped the being but Kagome could do nothing but stare at the wide-eyed expressions of her hosts as they shook the residual feeling of depression from their beings.

"Wicked," Ron breathed as he stood.

"I think-"

"-you have-"

"-some explaining to do."

Kagome worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she contemplated her predicament.

With a loud 'crack' a weathered old man appeared. Kagome stifled a scream as she moved to back away from the stranger.

"Miss Higurashi, I do believe there is some explaining in order. However, I feel it best to be saved for once we reach safe ground."

She didn't know what to make of the old man before her, so she craned her neck to look at the Weasley boys for guidance.

However, they failed to give her any indication that he was an ally. The twins merely grinned and Ron looked annoyed.

"If I would've known you were magical I would've taken you to Diagon Alley." Ron mumbled as he brushed off his pants feeling slightly foolish he had dragged her around muggle London. He was thankful he had befriended Hermione and Harry or else things would have been disastrous.

"Your parents are already waiting for your arrival. It would be best for you to go on ahead." He recommended, handing the twins an old newspaper that would act as their portkey.

Fred and George looked reluctant to leave but had no say in the matter as they disappeared shortly after they touched the paper.

"Miss Higurashi," She didn't have time to contemplate the events that had just happened as she focused her attention on the elderly man before them.

"I am Albus Dumbledore the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We will now be following Fred and George. Please take a hold of Mr. Weasley."

Kagome did as she was told. If the Weasleys trusted him she could too. At least she hoped she could. She missed the deep flush that immediately rose on Ron's cheeks.

"Alright, now Mr. Weasley, I presume you know what to do after all you should be quite familiar with Portkeys." The twinkle in his eyes did not go unnoticed by either teen.

"Please hold on tight." And with that they touched the boot and were whisked away to an undisclosed location.

She landed roughly on top of Ron.

He wheezed.

"Would you shove off? I can't breathe." Ron exclaimed weakly as he tried to move his limbs.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" He gulped as his mother made her way down the steps.

Kagome blushed. She had never experienced something like traveling by 'portkey.' It left her breathless.

Mrs. Weasley had just finished scolding her youngest son when she rounded on Kagome with a smile.

"Miss Higurashi, this way please." Dumbledore called softly, gesturing to their left. Kagome nodded absentmindedly still in shock over the whole ordeal.

"Oh Kagome dear, we've been expecting you. The dementor must have given you quite a fright." Molly gushed as Kagome crossed the threshold into the house.

Still feeling a little confused, Kagome could do nothing but let Mrs. Weasley pull her around much like Fred and George had done earlier before the incident.

"Here eat up." Molly ordered, shoving a hefty piece of chocolate into both of their hands.

"Now before we sit down for a chat, why don't you go refresh yourself. You and Hermione will be upstairs to the right."

Kagome opened her mouth and then closed it as she took in all of the unfamiliar faces that peered back at her.

Even though it was unnerving she didn't know if she should be jumping for joy or running in fear. After longing for some sort of adventure she supposed this was not the one she had been expecting. However, beggars can't be choosers.

Finally, she settled on nodding.

She turned to see Ron had disappeared. Kagome felt a little uneasy walking around the house by herself, but it looked like she was going to have to.

Just as she was about to climb the stairs a short little thing trudged past her. "At least she's not a filthy mudblood." It rasped as it passed.

"You'll have to excuse Kreacher." Kagome turned at the voice. "Old habits die hard." The tall dark man commented.

"What was that thing?" Kagome asked as she watched it disappear down the narrow hallway.

A soft chuckle met her ears. "He's is my family's house elf. I'm Sirius Black." He introduced with a flourish, which brought a smile to Kagome's lips.

"Kagome Higurashi." She said, careful to enunciate the syllables of her name.

"I believe Hermione will escort you the rest of the way."

Kagome smiled at the young girl who had appeared behind Sirius.

"I see that Ron deserted you. Typical." The brown haired girl scoffed as she motioned for Kagome to continue on up the stairs.

Kagome turned to wave goodbye at Sirius before she followed after the brown haired girl.

"I'm,"

"Kagome Higurashi, I know. I've been doing my research on you ever since we were notified you would be coming."

Hermione must have sensed her confusion for she quickly explained. "I'm Hermione Granger. This is the Order of the Phoenix. The people here are working against the Dark Lord. In fact, according to intel his followers hope to use you to get to the Shikon no Tama."

"I don't understand." Kagome had a sinking feeling that this man had ties to Naraku, and the very thought had her stomach in knots.

"It is because of a legend." Hermione whispered conspiratorially as they continued up the stairs.

"His followers are currently seeking an item believed to be in your possession."

Kagome felt dizzy. She wondered if she hit her head when they had been traveling.

"Hermione," The Gryffindor girl turned. "How would they have heard of this legend?"

"Now that is a tricky question to answer." Both girls turned to see Ron and a dark-brown haired boy with emerald green eyes.

"Harry we should probably wait to go into further detail about this. Dumbledore did want to speak with her himself."

Kagome was having a hard time reading his expression. She wondered if he had taken lessons from Sesshomaru.

Pain flickered through her eyes at the thought.

There was a pregnant pause between the four. Kagome, for her part, was still confused and really had nothing to say, but the trio seemed to know quite a bit more than she did.

"Can I please just get a clean set of clothes before the questioning begins?"

Hermione laughed and pushed passed the boys.

Once in their room she opened Kagome's trunk. "What happened to my suitcase?"

"Oh, a trunk is more practical for the sort of traveling we've been doing. Although, I personally love suitcases." Kagome didn't really pay attention to Hermione's statement as she rummaged through her trunk for something to wear.

Once Kagome had changed they went back downstairs into the kitchen.

"Miss Higurashi," She turned to look at Dumbledore. "Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix."

This is an experiment. I wonder what a pairing between Kagome/Cedric or Kagome/Viktor would be like. Any thoughts?