AN: This chapter is mainly filling in the blanks of what has happened/what points we are in both series, Harry Potter and Inuyasha, but the next chapter will be a little more interaction. When I was about to start this chapter, I realized that I hadn't put a disclaimer on the first chapter, so now, I must say, as so many others have before me, I do not own Inuyasha or any of its affiliates, nor do I own Harry Potter or any of its affiliates. Please forgive me for not putting it in the first chapter, but I truly forgot, so, to make amends, please enjoy the second chapter of My Name is Gabriel.
To everyone who read and/or reviewed, THANKS!
haraf: Thanks for the second review, and I thought it was cute when I was writing it. I just wanted to hug Gabriel when I finished.
SAP'DD Co.: I'm glad you like it so much. Thanks for reviewing.
ha ha ha I laugh in your face: I'm glad you like it and it definitely wasn't a one shot or two shot.
Spastic Freak: I'm glad you like it, and I'll be sure to keep going. It would be cute, wouldn't it…I refuse to tell who the pairing will be yet, but by the end of the next chapter, it'll be kinda obvious. Hope you like it.
Okashii Saru: I'm definitely going to write more, but I'm not sure how long this piece will be. However, I know it will be at least five more chapters.
haraf: You'll find out who Gabriel's parent's are in this chapter, so please enjoy.
Koori Youkai Hime: I'm glad you like it, and I'm working on it.
Chapter Two
After somehow managing to pry Gabriel away from the beach, he had taken the boy out to dinner and then back to his apartment. He really didn't mind taking Gabriel, in fact, he loved the little boy as though he were his own, but he had to take him back home that morning. He sighed, looking around the five-year-old's room; his room was more furnished at his Uncle Harry's house than it was at home. One wall painted in a mural of the beach that Gabriel loved so much, two of the others painted his favorite color, green, and the last was a wall that he could draw on, having many little doodles, labeled in his and Harry's writing. He smiled to himself, knowing that all the time he spent with Gabriel had changed him slowly but surely, making him less and less like his father and mother, who now that he thought about it, hadn't really been seen or heard from much since Gabriel was weaned.
Steeling himself mentally, Harry rang the bell of Four Privet Drive. Just being on the property alone made him shiver in remembrance of all the things that had happened there, but Gabriel stood next to him in ignorant bliss of the bad feelings towards his father and grandparents' house. Seeing no response at the door or windows, Harry was about to turn around and take Gabriel back to his apartment for another night, when the door opened to reveal the boy's father, his blond hair plastered to his doughy head with sweat from the effort of coming down the stairs. His face was still as pink, just the same as when he was in high school, except a little bit fatter. Looking at him right now made Harry wonder how he got so many women to like him, in fact, how he got any; he was a big, bloody tub o' guts, with the social prowess of a giant sloth, and an IQ still lower than his age.
Harry sighed; how this man managed to have a son, while living in his parent's house, made him consider his own chances of even getting a girlfriend, "Good, you brought him. Hey kid, you hungry?" Harry winced slightly when Dudley spoke, mainly for two reasons, the first being the fact that he still didn't know his five year old son's name, the second being because his breath smelled so heavily of alcohol and old food that it radiated from his skin and clothes, making Harry wonder how he hadn't smelled it in the first place.
Gabriel seemed not to either not notice the odor, or to be so used to his father's drinking and gluttony that he didn't care because he nodded. He smiled with the innocence that made Harry grab his nephew in a warm hug, kissing his forehead softly, his nephew giggling and putting his small chubby arms around his uncle's neck. Dudley grimaced at the close scene, wondering why the little brat looked like the ugly cousin instead of his dashing father, and smirked, happy at the slightly disappointed look in Harry's eyes as he snatched away the young boy, pulling the boy inside and slamming the door without a word.
Harry sighed and shrugged, smiling a little as he heard his nephew's shrill goodbye and shouted one back. Upstairs, a window opened and wrinkly old Aunt Petunia popped her head out, glaring at the abomination in her eyes, who shouted in her neighborhood, letting her gossip friends know that he not only existed, but that he was back again, at Four Privet Drive. He said nothing but smiled and waved, effectively convincing his aunt to glare more. He turned his back, smirking a little, and knowing she wouldn't shoot at him today with her BB gun. Grinning, he got into his small black car and pulled off, snickering; she only did that on his birthday.
As he drove to Ron and Hermione's house, he thought back to all the things that had happened to him and his friends since their Hogwarts years. In his seventh year, Harry had come so close to defeating Voldemort, and had cornered him, when he was hit in the back with a knock out spell. Voldemort seemed to not want to kill him, even though he'd tried to do away with the dark wizard so many times, believing that the young man had something in store that would help him, or would join his side. Harry smirked lightly, remembering waking up in the Hospital Wing of his school on his graduation day. Rushing into his dress robes, he'd burst through the doors right as they called his name, and the room had erupted in laughter.
Professor McGonagall had tried to calm everyone, but Professor Dumbledore had just laughed as well, his eyes still twinkling. That was not the last time he'd seen the man, because after he moved out of Sirius' house, he came to his current apartment. The day he moved in, he found someone helping him and moved the box out of their hands, only to stare into Dumbledore's warm blue eyes. After his meeting with Dumbledore, he'd realized that the only thing he'd ever wanted to do was be an Auror.
So, that next morning, he and Ron had gone to see what it took to be an Auror, only to find that Hermione had gone back to her home away from home, the library, and studied every magical usage or style she could get her hands on in the history of magic. When they'd met up next, they were all applying to be Aurors and all got in, with Hermione at the highest rank, having passed the test with a 128, the top score in the history of the test. That was three years ago and now, Hermione and Ron had gotten married, after the strangest seven-year relationship Harry had ever seen.
He pulled up, smiling, the two lived like muggles, with a slight advantage, using their magic when needed, and lived on the border between the world of magic and the world of non-magic. The difference between them and other undercover wizards was that Hermione was attending a class in a muggle college, and that Ron seemed to be addicted to the movies and computers of the muggle world. Harry laughed, remembering Ron's expression when he had first taken him to the movie theatre, and knocked on the door.
-Same Time; Another part of town. With Kagome-
Kagome walked out of the classroom and sighed, her books tucked under her arm, her first class after the break. Turning, she smiled at Sango, who had come with her after the final battle. Switching out her literature books for her history books, she smiled at the fact that they were now studying a botched version of Feudal Japan. Since all the demons and magic had been taken out of the story, it was a lot more boring and mundane, simply dates about things that humans had done, with the things that demons had done being skipped over, or thought of as miracles.
In fact, the whole Shikon no Tama was ignored. Kagome sighed, finding herself thinking about all the things that had happened since her fateful fifteenth birthday. After shattering and reconstructing the jewel, they had destroyed Naraku, and realized that the hundreds of demons that he was made of were collecting power for themselves, taking away from the whole being, and had now scattered the world over. They had finished the jewel, but just started, and realizing that their journey was far from done, they separated to do more. Inuyasha had decided that he wanted to be with Kikyou, and told Kagome, who accepted it, tearfully. Miroku and Sango had come to her time, deciding that they would be together in the future, and help Kagome destroy the demons there.
Sesshomaru, who had joined them after Kagome had helped Rin so many times, had also been there for the destruction of Naraku, playing a key role. However, after finding out about Kagome's time traveling, the Taiyoukai had declined her offer to join them in the future, deciding to live out the time stream in order and not skipping. Rin, ever loyal to her lord, followed him away, giggling and telling Kagome she would see her later, taking Shippou by the hand. The young fox had declined as well, saying that he would see his surrogate mother in the future, after he trained enough to repay her for protecting him so much.
Seeing the three go had made Kagome cry, but the thing that made her cry even more was being helped out of the well by a now twenty-year-old Shippou, an Inuyasha-like smirk on his face. Rin was still with them, Sesshomaru having found a way for her to age as he did, once she reached adulthood, so she appeared to be in her mid-thirties. Kagome found out that they were moving to England, after living lives in Japan, deciding that they needed a change of scenery and finding a surplus of Naraku's old demons there. They were just waiting on her. That's why she came to school here, studying the history of Japan and business.
Oddly enough, she was still with most of the people she'd met. Most of the demons had lived through the difference; Ayame and Kouga had a bunch of kids, but decided to stay in Japan, spreading their offspring all over the world, their oldest having a teenaged child of his own, the second named Kagome, in honor of the mother they could have had, much to Ayame's chagrin. Ginta and Hakkaku were now able to pass themselves off as twins, calling themselves Kouga's younger brothers, and being more mischievous than Kagome had ever remembered them. They were staying at Shippou and Kagome's age, deciding that they would use the things they'd learned to choose how they aged for the rest of their lives.
Sango and Miroku were married and had decided to go to the United States, getting the demons there, although Kagome wasn't sure how the demons had a chance. Even though Miroku's windtunnel was gone, Sango had just gotten pregnant for the second time and the mood swings were making her the best demon exterminator ever heard of in the history of demon slayers.
Now, they all hunted Naraku's parts together, as they stayed in England, Sesshomaru having a worldwide franchise of businesses, ranging in all styles, including the one Kagome partially owned, a café. She smiled, deciding to give him an extra hug when she got there tomorrow, just because of all the things that they'd done, and all the things that they would do in the future, and walked into the classroom with a smile.