A/N: Chapter two is here! I finished my original short story using the 'narrator' format and while that format was fresh in my mind, I created this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

The 'narrator' will be appearing at the beginning of each chapter.

Enjoy~


Before I continue the next chapter of this tale, I find myself in need of explaining a few things, the incantation used to send our heroine, Oliva, to her new destination. The incantation's literal translation is Daughter of the Sacred Magic Light, we give to you the final defence. Hogwarts has chosen so mote it be. We call upon Father Time and ask he give you safe passage, the Time Circle beneath us shall draw a path to another time and a place you will belong. Good Luck Olivia and goodbye. I suppose this brings about more questions but if I answered them well that would ruin the tale would it not? Though I can explain the Time Circle because, aside from passing mentions, it won't be explained upon after all it is not a major event to this story. Though some would argue it is, they aren't telling the story. I am and my decisions are final, that's the power of the narrator after all.

The Time Circle is a device that, as mentioned previously, Time created. It was created through malicious intent and thus it stole people's magic. However the Founders purified it, not in the sense a Miko purifies a youkai, but it used the power of Light Magic to erase the negativity. The Time Circle then became what it was designed to be in the first place, a portal through time. Though no one, not even Father Time himself, knows where each portal ends up. Well except for me, but I am the Narrator and as such omniscient, for example there is a well in Japan that leads to… hmm well that is irrelevant for the time being. But you see my point.

So, quick version of the incantation, the Founders purified the Time Circle and it sent Olivia through time. I suppose now the only question left to answer is where did she end up? Well sit back, relax and I shall continue the tale…

Olivia woke with a small groan, feeling her head pounding as if there were tiny little drummers inside her mind. She sat up and slowly took in her surroundings and from every angle trees stared back, she assumed she was still in the Forbidden Forest and what had happened was only a dream. Brought on by it being Halloween and the overall spookiness that holiday produced. It only occurred to her when she was walking through the trees that she was wrong, these trees were younger and normal. There was always a magical undertone to the trees of the Forbidden Forest but not these trees. So she did the only logical thing and used a Point Me spell to tell her where Hogwarts was, only it just kept spinning round and round. Olivia came to the horrifying conclusion that somehow Hogwarts no longer existed.

She began to think back on the enchantment that the Founders cast, though she only knew enough Latin to make out the words Time Circle and something about a path. Had she gone back in time? Impossible, you can only turn back time a few hours, there is no way I could turn back time to before Hogwarts existed. She was utterly perplexed and hopelessly lost. She kept walking hoping to find some sign of life so she could make a guess of what year she was in.

She found life in the form of a small boy, who crashed through the trees and ran smack into her making them both tumble to the ground. She stared at him as he sat up, his small body sitting on her stomach, tears poured from his golden eyes and he looked absolutely terrified. He had silver hair and a pair of twitching dog ears on his head, Olivia watched those in wonder before jerking back to reality at the sound of thundering footsteps. The boy whimpered and threw himself at her, burrowing his head into her chest. Whatever frightened the boy burst into light and Olivia found herself staring at, what could only be described as a demon. It had a huge hulking body, towering over her looking at her with a ravenous stare, its red eyes hungry and gluttonous. He was green skinned and ugly, its head small and didn't fit with the rest of his massive frame.

"A human and a dirty hanyou in one day," it hissed, "I am lucky."

The boy in her arms whimpered again, green eyes narrowed at the sound as a sudden surge of protection swept through her. She stood and placed the boy behind her, he grasped the fabric of her robe with his tiny fists. "You will leave him alone," she declared, her wand moving to point at him.

"Oh you're a female," he seemed surprised, though it was hard to tell with his guttural voice, "perhaps I will eat you second, after I have a bit of fun with you, I love hearing ningen women scream."

"I assure you, I would never scream for you," she sneered in disgust and sent a powerful Bombarda his way, he flew back into the tree line, his legs missing from where the spell struck. She gave him one last sneer and turned around, scooping the boy up in her arms she walked away.

She didn't stop walking until they reached a stream, where she placed the boy down on the ground and they stared at each other, one in fear and slight awe and the other in confusion and wonder. "What are you?" she asked, the boy flinched in response and became flighty, seeing this she smiled reassuringly and rubbed his ears.

"I'm a hanyou, half ningen and half inu youkai. My name is Inuyasha," he mumbled feeling embarrassed. Only his mother touched his ears and smiled at him, the mother that was now dead, he thought she was his mother when he first crashed into her. He only saw her black hair and assumed. But now he knew she wasn't, his mother had blue eyes but she had green. Pretty green eyes that reminded him of tree leaves.

"I like your name Inuyasha," she told the boy calmly, moving with him to sit at the edge of the stream, "my name is Olivia. Where are your parents? How old are you?"

"I'm six," he told her before looking sadly at the water, "my parents are dead and no one wants to look after a filthy half-breed."

The words made her gasp, she had been called that enough times to know how damaging it was to a person's view of themselves. She pulled Inuyasha into a hug. "You're not a filthy half-breed Inuyasha. You're a beautiful little boy." She told him firmly, smiling as he looked at her with blushing cheeks and adoration in his eyes. "Don't you have any family?"

"A half-brother," he said becoming very awkward, "my mama told me that papa had another son. He's a full youkai and super powerful, Lord of the Western Lands." He cast a wary eye to other side of the stream where the western lands began. "Mama told me if anything happens to her I was to go to Sesshomaru and he would take me in but…" he trailed off, his bottom lip trembled.

"Hey, it's okay, we can just go visit the Sesshomaru guy and he'll look after you," Olivia said.

"No!" Inuyasha panicked, shaking his head left and right, "he'll hate me. All youkai hate hanyou, you saw what happens earlier. I don't want him to hate me," he sounded so pitiable that she pulled him into her lap and wrapped his arms around him, pulling his back against his chest. His eyes widened as she hugged him the way his mother had, she was so like his mother that he felt like he was with her.

"How about this, we go see Sesshomaru and if he doesn't like you, we will leave and I will look after you." Olivia proposed and the boy nodded. "Great! Now how do we find Sesshomaru?"

"I don't know," Inuyasha shrugged, "Mama said if I stepped on his lands he'd know I was there and find me."

"Where are his lands?" she asked and Inuyasha pointed over the stream. "Well then, no time like the present aye?" the stream was shallow so they both walked through it with ease, arriving on the other side with little effort.

Officially crossing the border onto the Western Lands was strangely anticlimactic, though Olivia didn't know what to expect in all honesty, there was a distinct disappointment to be felt. Her hand held Inuyasha's tightly, she had always had small petite hands but compared to the six year old, hers felt huge.

"Why do you wear strange clothes?" he suddenly, his curious golden eyes looking up at her.

"I suppose they are strange," she commented, looking at her blue jeans and red shirt, her Gryffindor robe fluttering behind her. Then she turned her attention to what Inuyasha was wearing, the red outfit was so different to what she saw or knew of England's history, it looked distinctly oriental. Well there goes my hopes of being in England, I'm in Asia somewhere. "This is what people from my country wear."

"What's a country?" he asked her cutely.

"Well it's like… it's…" explaining things to a six year old was not easy. So when they arrived at a grassy plain with a large rock in the centre she sat Inuyasha upon it, thinking about how to explain. "Do you know what the ocean is?"

"Mama told me, it's full of salty water so you can't drink it. And it's huge," he spread his arms wide for emphasis.

"That's right, you will get poorly if you drink it and it is huge. My home is at the other side of the ocean so I'm very far away from home," she told him and he nodded in understanding before his nose crinkled cutely.

"But won't your mama and papa miss you?"

"My mum and dad died when I was a baby, I didn't know them," she told the boy honestly.

"That's okay, they can still watch over you, mama said good people go to heaven and can watch over their loved ones."

"That's true, and I bet your mum is looking over you right now, and I reckon she's telling my mum what a brave boy you are."

"Really?"

"I wouldn't lie to you," she couldn't very well explain to him the concept of time travel, or that her parents hadn't existed in this time.

"What's your home like?" he whispered, something akin to desperation in his eyes and she knew what he was after. She'd had that look in her eyes every time she saw a happy family interacting.

"My childhood wasn't happy," she told him honestly, sitting beside him on the rock, "the house I grew up in wasn't my home. I hated it and the people that raised me refused to even give me my name. I was freak or girl."

"Like me?" his eyes were watery and she couldn't help wrapping her arm around him.

"Some people don't understand some things, and when they don't understand it they become afraid. Fear makes people do bad things. I have magic, and my magic allows me to do things no normal human can. My mother and father were both gifted with it too but my mum's sister, my aunt, wasn't. She grew very jealous of my mum and soon she began to hate her and magic too. When I was given to her, she knew I would have magic, so she hated me for something I couldn't control. I was mistreated and it wasn't fair. Inuyasha you couldn't help being a hanyou just like I couldn't help being a witch. The people who hurt you, they did it because they didn't understand why your mum chose to love a youkai, what they did was wrong and it shouldn't have happened. Your mum loved you and your dad too. You are not what they said you were, you're a cute little boy who's brave and intelligent."

"Olivia," Inuyasha said, his eyes alight with awe and hero worship, "when I'm older, I'm going to make you my mate."

Olivia laughed at his serious face and determined expression, her laughs becoming louder as he pouted and sulked. They stayed on the rock for a while, Inuyasha seemed to be in no real hurry to meet his older brother and Olivia found herself wanting to remain with dog eared boy. They moved on eventually though, Inuyasha riding on Olivia's back when he complained of tiredness. He soon fell asleep, his soft snores sounding in her ear as she continued walking, without Inuyasha's directions she had to keep checking her wand every so often.

Night fell and Olivia found it increasingly difficult to stay awake, even though she knew she had to. Falling asleep in this dangerous place would be signing her death wish, though she could put up a protective barrier. She smiled and gently moved Inuyasha in front of her as she sat with her back against a tree. She cast a powerful warding charm around her and, huddling close to the young hanyou she fell asleep.

She awoke when she heard Inuyasha's whimpers, her eyes looking down at him blearily. "What's wrong?" she asked before yawning, Inuyasha only whimpered louder his eyes focusing in front of them. She looked in the direction and found herself looking at a man, no not a man she was quick to realise, he was a youkai. He was standing at the edge of her barrier, his hand pressed against it and a thoughtful look in his gold eyes, eyes that were so like Inuyasha's. They shared the same long silver hair as well but that is where all similarities ended.

The youkai in front of her was powerful, his aura intimidating and dominant, the purple crescent moon on his forehead and magenta strips didn't detract from his ethereal beauty. It made him look more powerful, more upper class, he wore spiked armour and a furry white tail over his shoulder. His clothes, like Inuyasha's, were oriental in nature, with a white kimono with a cherry blossom pattern and white hakama. At his hip sat a sword reminiscent of a katana.

Definitely not in Kansas anymore Toto, Olivia thought as she took in his outfit, thankful that he seemed too distracted with her barrier to notice her staring.

"Sesshomaru," Inuyasha whimpered, drawing the gazes of both youkai and witch. The youkai in question sneering at the hanyou who curled into Olivia.

"Hey, it's okay, he can't get past my barrier," Olivia reassured the hanyou, running her fingers through his hair.

"Ningen, you created this barrier to keep this Sesshomaru out?" his gold eyes were narrowed upon her.

"Not to keep you out specifically, just to keep everyone out really," she responded with equally narrow eyes.

"Remove it," he demanded of her.

"Say please and I might consider it," she responded smartly and judging by the snarl he gave, Sesshomaru didn't appreciate it. However there was little he could do about it.

"Why do you seek this one?" he asked instead, his tone laced with anger and disgust.

"Inuyasha's mother died, he needs someone to look after him," Olivia stated, standing and approaching him though she didn't dare step out the barrier. Inuyasha remained sitting by the tree, watching the pair hesitantly.

"I do not care about the half breed bastard my father sired," he said dismissively turning around. "As long as he causes no disruption, you both may remain on my lands but don't expect things from me."

"He is a part of your pack," she called out, halting his retreat he turned to look at her with a dangerous look swirling in his eyes.

"What would a ningen know of pack?" He all but hissed.

Olivia was thanking Remus and her innate curiosity about his condition as a werewolf, she figured this youkai was inu like his brother. She took a leap and figured if wolves worked in packs then so did inu. "Apparently more than you thought," she told him haughtily, "when your father died you took over as Lord of the Western Lands." The information Inuyasha gave told her that much, "therefore am I correct in assuming you took over as alpha?"

"Hnn," he muttered, he was angry beyond reasoning that she had knew this information but he was also impressed. Ningen were idiots at the best of times but this female knew of the inner workings of youkai, she managed to create a barrier when she wasn't a miko or had any holy power. Just what was she?

"With both your father and Inuyasha's mother's death, the care of Inuyasha falls to the alpha of the pack, you. It is your duty to look after him until he is old enough to fend for himself. If he were older you could deny his rights all you wanted, but he is still young which means you can't overlook him. He may be a hanyou but he still has youkai blood and that makes him part of your pack. You're honour bound to see to his wellbeing."

"How does an onna know of this?" He questioned, his anger subsiding to make room for his growing curiosity. Inu were a species that by nature were very curious and wanted to know everything, he was no exception to this but it annoyed him that he found himself curious about an onna.

"I read," she responded with a shrug, "I had a friend who told me about pack dynamics."

Sesshomaru was stumped, usually he was very good when it came to politics and working round such things. But she clearly knew what she was talking about and it was the truth. He should have taken care of Izayoi and Inuyasha the moment his father died but he didn't. He assumed the onna his father bedded wouldn't have a clue about pack dynamics and he was right, for she never called on him to take up his duty. Still, she must have told the brat about him for the tiny hanyou to seek him out. If he had come alone he would have sent the brat away, he would never stoop so low as to look after the half-breed. But the brat lucked out when he found what was probably the only onna to know of pack dynamics.

"Half-breed," he called, addressing the boy firmly, "come here."

The boy rose on shaky feet, absolutely terrified of his older brother, and stumbled his way towards them.

"Stay where you are Inuyasha," Olivia said and Inuyasha didn't know what to do. The more instinctual part of him wanted to follow the command of his alpha, but he didn't want to make the one woman who treated him nice mad. He wanted to cry.

"Onna," there was a warning in his voice that said his patience was wearing thin.

"You will not address him as half-breed," she told Sesshomaru slowly, anger lacing her tone, "he has been abused by others his whole life. It's a wonder his psyche is still intact. I will not stand here and listen to you give him that same verbal abuse. You're his brother, whether you like it or not, so don't go blaming your father's infidelity on Inuyasha. He didn't ask to be born, he had no say in the matter, so get off your high horse and accept reality for what it is."

Never in his entire life had he been talked down to or chastised like this onna had just done, he was Lord Sesshomaru after all, anyone who challenged him ended up severely punished or dead. But this green eyed foreign onna stood up to him and made a valid point. It wasn't Inuyasha's fault at all, but that didn't erase the fact that Inuyasha's existence marred the perfect bloodline of his family.

"This one would not harm those within his pack," he told her slowly, realising in that moment she was protecting the hanyou as he were her own. Still what he had said was true, his honour was his code and all he stood for, to harm the boy would be dishonourable and make him unworthy to be alpha. Even if he didn't want the boy with him.

"You mean you will accept him?"

"It is like you said, I am honour bound to see to his care," he frowned in displeasure, "come Inuyasha we shall leave."

"You know my name?" he whispered in awe, his gold eyes big and thick with emotion.

Sesshomaru didn't reply after all how could he not know the name of the brat who was quickly becoming the bane of his existence? He merely turned and began walking away, he was patrolling his lands before he caught the brat's scent.

"W-Wait," Inuyasha called out, desperately clutching at Olivia's robe, "Olivia has to come too."

The Daiyoukai just knew that was what the little urchin was going to say, he growled lowly and Inuyasha responded with a growl of his own. Sesshomaru turned to face his younger brother with a raised eyebrow and an amused look in his eyes, the brat was trying to challenge him. "Brat," he growled out in warning, though he was amused by the attempt, it was insulting that the boy thought to challenge him.

"Please, Olivia is really kind and smells real nice and she's from over the ocean, so she will have lots of great stories," Inuyasha really liked stories especially ones with swords in them, "and she's really pretty. She has magic powers too!.. and… and," he was grasping at straws now, but he really wanted her to come with them. "… when I'm older I'm going to make her my mate!" he stared at his brother stubbornly. He didn't like Sesshomaru but he sure liked Olivia.

If he was any other being he would have laughed so hard, but he was Sesshomaru a powerful Daiyoukai and he was beyond such trivial things. What would a hanyou know of mating and a young pup at that? Inuyasha had a point though, he was curious about the onna's strange magic and if she did indeed come from across the ocean. Well it just made the puzzle more intriguing.

"Very well, this one will allow the onna to join us," if nothing else it should be entertaining to have the girl join them. He paused as he realised he'd never made such a decision like this before. He never did anything without some sort of gain for himself, was he becoming soft?


A/N: So here we are that the end of the chapter. Sesshomaru becoming soft? Perish the thought. Inuyasha was adorable to write.

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