Disclaimer: I am neither J. K. Rowling, nor Rumiko Takahashi and I do NOT own the Harry Potter universe or the Inuyasha universe. No matter how much I want to.

Rating: M, for adult themes, mild swearing, violence and lemon

Warnings: This is probably going to turn into a crack fic.

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Kagome opened her eyes to a dim penumbra. Sounds were coming muffled to her ears. She had the impression she had been sleeping for quite some time.

Where was she?

She fought back the surge of panic and evened her breathing. Whatever or whoever was – or was not – with her should not know if she had waken. Their ignorance could give her a chance if she had to fight. The reflection was not conscious. It had been engraved in her mind, a habit born of too many bloodied mornings. Youkai apparently liked to attack on the mornings a lot. Two years of chasing demons in the feudal era had taught her to stay silent when waking up in a strange state of mind or in a place she didn't know.

Thus, Kagome stayed very silent and called out her miko powers to inspect her surroundings. The mystical senses, sharpened by weeks of constant use, informed her that she was alone – which was reassuring – and, most importantly, that she was nowhere.

In a very specific kind of nowhere, mind you. One that just happened to share an opening with another spatio-temporal reality. She relaxed a bit.

Just like her good old bone-eater well.

She carefully got up and assessed her bag, bow and quiver. The big yellow bag was still closed tightly so she could assume nothing of what was in it had been lost. Her bow was in good condition, which was surprising, since she had awoken lying on it. She would have expected the string to have broken or the wood to be bent, but no. As for her quiver…

Well, the quiver was fine, really. It was just empty.

"Oh shit," she muttered to herself while probing the ground for fallen arrows. "It's gonna be one of these days, isn't it?"

She hurt her knee on something pointy and sharp. Biting back a shrill cry, she bought it to her eyes and recognized the tip of an arrow… the shaft, however, was missing.

"Yeah," she confirmed darkly, "this day's gonna suck."

All in all, she managed to find two arrows still intact, which she put in her quiver, and then turned to the mist-veiled opening that her miko senses indicated as another form of her usual time-travelling well.

Now ready – or what was the closest to ready in her situation – she walked with decided steps to what looked suspiciously like a Stonehenge archway. Was she going to end up in Ireland? Was Stonehenge even in Ireland? Now that it could matter, she couldn't remember the geography trivia she had been learning in her classes. Her attention refocused on the archway. Could have someone stolen two pillars from one of the most touristic sites in the world? Surely there were guardians…

Wait a minute… when am I?

She froze at the realization that she was utterly lost, and in more ways than one. Could she try to go back to the feudal era? She looked up, searching the darkness for a familiar squared spot of blue sky but saw nothing.

On a brighter note, maybe the pillars weren't related to Stonehenge at all. It was just coincidence or an effect of her stubborn mind because she had been asked to make a presentation about the circle of stones two months ago and the thing was coming back to her now.

Yeah, that would make a lot more sense.

These considerations taken into account, Kagome Higurashi, Priestess of the Shikon no Tama, drew her bow, prepared an arrow and crossed the veils of mist.

There were people outside.

They had been looking expectantly at the suspiciously Stonehenge-looking Gate. Now, they were looking at her and she could tell that she was not expected.

She quickly assessed the situation. The Gate was right behind her and she did not want to go back. The strangely clothed people were forming a half-circle around her. She was surrounded. Damn. She detested being surrounded. It would mean she was a prey; it would mean they were allowed to jump at her throat if she showed any weakness… She strangled the new wave of panic, repeating to herself that those were humans, not demons. She should not be gauging them with youkai social norms in mind.

A redheaded boy suddenly jolted to her and grabbed her right arm.

"Ouer-iz-shi?" he screamed at her in a language that was not Japanese. The tone used was aggressive and Kagome's reaction was instant.

Her knee went up and crashed into the boy's inner thigh. He groaned and released her right arm. She took three swift steps to the side and drew her bowstring. The tip of the arrow glinted as she pointed it to his chest with an intent look.

"I do not know who you are," she stated with a proud coldness, "but you will not attack me."

"Aow! Dzat-heurt,-yu-no!" he growled to her.

Kagome had dropped behind in her lessons quite a bit, but not to the extent that she wouldn't recognize modern English. She lowered her bow with relief. If she was in the present, she was most probably not going to be killed on the spot.

"Ouer-iz-shi?" repeated the red headed boy from a distance. "Ouat-did-yu-du-ouis-her-mai-oni?"

She interiorly sighed. Foreign languages had never been her strongest suit.

"Goodu moru-nin-gu?" she tentatively tried with quite a heavy accent, "where I am?"

The puzzled looks on their faces taught her that languages weren't indeed her strongest suit.

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Quite a short chapter here. Don't worry, next Kagome installments will be longer.

For anyone who wondered, Stonehenge is located in southern England (Wiltshire, to be precise) Kagome is quite off with her Geography trivia.

Hope you enjoy the story so far, don't hesitate to review, it's always motivating to hear from you guys

Sincerely,

Claywind