AN: Here's the next one, as promised!

Disclaimer: I do not own the story line or characters from the Inuyasha or Harry Potter series. They belong to their owners Rumiko Takahashi and JK Rowling.

Chapter 4

The safe house that McGonagall had secured for the three of them was absolutely amazing. It was completely stocked with any type of food one could think of (which would definitely come in handy with pregnant Hermione) and every room was furnished with the finest things. There were even two master bedrooms.

"This place is simply wonderful," Hermione exclaimed as she walked around the sitting room. "I love how everything is in walking distance from the house. There was even a shrine down the street. I wonder if they do tours."

"Touring a shrine… Sounds like fun…" Ron said as he sat down on the couch. "I'm more interested in where we should start here. I mean, how do we even find this girl?"

"Well we know she attends a high school around here. It's really the only thing we know. We could start there?" Hermione suggested.

"How are we going to do that?" Harry asked. "We can't just walk into the school and start asking questions. We'd look suspicious."

"No but we do have to infiltrate it," Hermione grinned from ear to ear. "It's a good thing you're still a teenager for a few more months. I'll think you'll fit right in."

Harry's jaw dropped. She couldn't be serious could she? Were they seriously expecting him to go to a muggle high school? Harry couldn't even remember the last time he did a math problem or took a physical education class. He was what… nine? Ten?

"Oh I'm serious Mr. Potter," Hermione rummaged around her bag and pulled out a file. "You've already been registered. You start classes tomorrow."

"Why can't Ron go to school? Or what about you Hermione, with that brilliant mind of yours?" Harry looked at her, his eyes pleading with her.

"Nonsense Harry. I may be brilliant but I'm still pregnant." Hermione placed the file on the table. "Besides, you're the one that brags about doing all the field work. You know Ron and I do all the behind the scenes stuff, and get you anything you need."

Harry grumbled and picked up the file. "I'm going to my room then. To study."

"Your uniform should be in your closet. You might want to try it on." Hermione said. "I think I'm going to look around the area some more."

"I'm going with you!" Ron exclaimed. No doubt he didn't want anyone attacking her.

Harry sat down on the bed and ruffled his hair in frustration. He was seriously going to be attending a high school? No magic, no crazy creatures… Just normal high school muggles.

Sighing, he opened the file. It contained all the information he needed from school. Everything from his class schedule to the lunch menu was included. How did Hermione find the time to get this information? When did she do it? Harry thought he was with her most of the time from when they were assigned the mission, to arriving at the safe house.

He looked up at the open closet and saw a few black uniforms with gold buttons hanging on the bar inside. Harry thought he was done with uniforms once he left Hogwarts. Here he was going on twenty years old, and forced to wear yet another one. At least he was getting paid to wear it…

And if it all led up to helping Snape's daughter in the end…

Harry rummaged in his inside coat pocket and withdrew the envelope with his name on it containing the letters that Snape never sent his daughter. There were so many letters inside. He couldn't believe Snape had never delivered a single one. Hopefully, one of them would provide a little more information on why he didn't send one, and maybe what kind of girl his daughter is.

Thumbing through them, they were kept in chronological order. Most of them were very short and ended abruptly. He probably started them and then quickly gave up on them, knowing they wouldn't be delivered. The last one, written not too long before his death, was the longest. He read:

My Dearest Kagome,

I can't believe you are already 16 years old. It kills me that I haven't been there for you your entire life. But I have done nothing but think of you every single day, wishing I could be a part of your life, and introducing you to the wonderful world of magic.

Right now though, the wizarding world isn't doing well. In fact, it hasn't been doing well since before you were born, which is why I never wanted you to be a part of it. If Voldemort ever learned of your existence, I don't know what terrible things he would do to you.

There is a war going on right now. One that I hope you are never involved with. But based on your prophecy, it seems you've had your own war to fight. If something were to happen to me, and Voldemort learns of your existence, please trust in the boy named Harry Potter. I have devoted my whole life to his safety and success against the dark wizard. If there is anyone who can help you, it is him.

One day I hope you can learn all the good things I did, rather than all the bad ones. Or that one day you can be proud to say I was your father. I died trying to protect this world. I only pray that it works.

The letter wasn't signed.

Harry was on the verge of tears. Snape had known he was going to die. He even knew that Harry would be successful in his fight against Voldemort. Harry hated the fact that he'd despised the man all throughout his years at Hogwarts. If only he'd known the truth…

There was no time for what ifs. Harry had a mission to do. Snape had died protecting him, and Harry was going to return the favor. If he had to, he'd die protecting Snape's daughter. Harry looked out the window at all the people passing by on the sidewalk.

But first, he was going to have to find her.

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