An: I discovered that I had some spare time so I decided to give you all an early Holiday-pre-New-Years-Treat! And this has to be my most popular Fan fic ever. I had gotten 347 hits vs. my 90 hits with Keiko's Magic another fan fic of mine for Yu Yu Hakusho. Wow. This chapter I had really had been hoping to have this be part of chapter three but I ran out of time. Any way on with the fic!

Chapter 3

HIT THE DECK!

"Alright Hermione are you ready to open your package?" Ron asked as he eyed the brown paper wrapped box with triple twist twine tied around it sitting on the Weasley dining table in the kitchen of the Borrow. Harry, Ron and Hermione all sat at the dining table while Mrs. Weasly, ran around the kitchen. It was afternoon in England and all three had nothing else to do.

"Oh alright Ron," Hermione sighed as she unwrapped the package dressed in her muggle clothing.

Harry leaned forward from his seat as did Ron to see what Hermione's Aunt had gotten her from Australia. The shape would have recommended a book but the weight suggested something else. As Hermione tore away at the brown paper the box was plain and made of card board. She shifted her fingers under the lid and pulled up. In side was a mass of tissue paper, plastic bubble wrap, and package peanuts.

Ron's eyes widened at the strange packaging products while Harry looked at the object inside.

Hermione pulled off some tape and the last layer of bubble wrap to reveal...

... A small wooden boomerang with Aboriginal painted patterning all over.

"She sent me a boomerang." Hermione muttered.

Harry looked at the boomerang, He never had a boomerang but Dudley had one once. After of course he found out that it could be used as a weapon, he tried to use it on Harry.

"Bloody hell... I heard about one of those." Ron whispered. "They're sticks that you throw and they're supposed to fly back."

Harry reached in to the package and pulled out an instruction manual and read the title.

How to throw this Boomerang.

"Should we try her out?" He asked.

The three teenagers were standing in the garden as Hermione read the instruction manual.

"It says here that all you have to do is hold the flat side to your palm. Then position your legs so that your body is side ways and wind back, and once your arm is sixty degrees from your front, snap your wrist and let her go." Hermione read as Harry copied her instructions and threw the boomerang.

It flew up and spun around twice.

Then it landed on the ground about three meters from the three teens.

"Here mate, give me a try." Ron said.

He strolled over the few meters and picked up the toy.

Then there was the wind up and the spin and it twisted and turned until...

It tumbled on to the ground and knocked out a curious gnome on the head as it peeked up from its hole.

"Ron, you're dangerous with a boomerang." Hermione chuckled as she trotted over to the wooden stick and picked it up. She followed the instructions and realised the boomerang as it whizzed by the Peony bush caused about ten bruised gnomes to fly like a strike of pins being knocked down a bowling alley. Then the boomerang twisted and turned, weeding a few beds and nearly hit some birds and a few more gnomes.

Then the boomerang returned causing Hermione to duck or risk being beheaded like nearly head-less Nick. When Hermione ducked Harry's Quiddich instincts reacted as he pulled Ron to the ground by the collar of his shirt before being cut in half by the boomerang.

"Ron, Harry, Hermione, It's time for- ." Molly called out as she walked out of the back door, carrying a tray of minced meat pies.

"Mum/ Mrs. Weasly look out!" All three called out as the boomerang twisted away and smashing the center most mince meat pie and bounced past the plump woman before it finally crashed landed on the table with a loud spat with the remaining filling hitting Fred and George, who causally walked in before covered with the remains of the pie.

"Who did you say was dangerous with a boomerang Hermione?" Ron asked from the ground he and Harry were laying on while Hermione glared.

Sango sighed as she looked out the window; it was mid morning in the Higurashi shrine.

Shippo was spending the day some where in the shrine practicing his new disguise, what ever that was going to be.

Miroku was helping Kagome's grandfather in the shrine store house while the Buddhist monk was sharing religious points with the Shinto priest.

Inuyasha was torturing Buyo while Kirara would come to his rescuer at times by distracting the inu-hanyou with mews and batting with her paws and other cat things they would do for attention.

For comfort she wore her feudal era kimono and her fingers were rubbing up against the now disguised Hirakotsu, along with her hidden blade and katana. All three weapons were placed so they fanned out around the rosary that they were placed that kept the spell in place. Hirakotsu was placed in the center with her katana handle facing the left and the curved blade facing right with a small flaming fire cat that resembled Kirara in her large form behind all the weapons with its tail in front of the sword. Around the mini fire cat was a sparkling collar that was attached to a metal hoop for a jewelry chain to be beaded though. Sango decided to keep track of her weapons around her neck like a necklace.

"Sango-san?" Ai asked her from a side door.

"Yes Ai-san?"

"How would you like to help me with some cooking?" The adult woman asked.

"Hai" Sango replied

Kagome was sitting in her desk during break while she was waiting for the teacher, Kagome moaned as she revisited the memory of the test she took and all she had to look forward to was another test, then another, and another.

Behind her three girls looked at her with worry.

"Poor Kagome, She had all school year to worry about her health and her grades." Yuka whispered her hair was very short, almost boyishly short as she whispered among her two classmates. One had long curly hair while the other had hair that grew to the start of the neck and was held back with a head band.

"But at least she has the summer to relax and the school year will continue next fall." Ayume whispered back with her long curly hair being brushed behind her shoulder. "It will take plenty of time for her shin splints to heal during the summer... just as long as she doesn't try to run another 10 k."

"That is unless her arrogant two-timing boy friend makes her do it again in her health." Eri whispered. Although Kagome's Grandfather didn't' say that Kagome's "boy friend" made her run, Eri and Yuka came to that conclusion on they're own.

"Hey Kagome, how are your shin splints doing?" Yuka asked while Ayume and Eri followed.

"Huh? Oh them... never felt better." Kagome snapped up from her stupor while she was plotting how to tell them of her new arrangement, the new school. Then a plot bunny bit her and she came up with an idea and they just might believe. "But I'm going to have to transfer to a new school." Let's just hope they like it.

All three girls gasped. "I never heard of shin splints that bad!" Eri cried quietly.

"It's not because of the shin splints, But you guys knew about my ...err health this year and my dad, it turns out went to this school in England ..." Kagome began. Gramps wasn't the only one who could come up with a story. "...that has a ... world class infirmary and nurse. So me, Souta, and... A few kids from the hospital are transferring to the school, so my education won't have to suffer any more." Suddenly that little story, as simple as it was, was just what (and pardon the pun) what the doctor ordered. And probably better than what her grandpa could have come up with.

All three girls listened and began to think about this new piece of information.

"I'll also be busy for a few days to help them get supplies for the summer and the new school after summer vacation." Kagome explained.

Then the bell rang and the teacher walked in to the class room. "Hello students today we will be testing on Quadratic Equations, for your final you will need to find the y- intercept, the two x intercepts, the Vertex, and graph the parabola."
Kagome gulped.

Nagini slithered and hissed around the dark room, her long serpentine body wove in and out from nooks and crannies in the room. Voldemort sat on top of his chair as if it where his throne.

One of his faithful Death Eaters rambled about the mission. Voldemort listened intently while Nagini slithered around, not caring or understanding what was being said. Of course she was but a snake and didn't care about the human language.

Voldemort said a few more things in the human language and the Death Eater quivered and left the room with orders to murder somebody or something.

However Nagini felt her long stomach wither with hunger. She hadn't eaten in weeks. (if it is in italic and under lined it will be in parsletounge.) "Masster would it bee all right if I go out and hunt?" She asked.

Voldemort rubbed his temples his snake like figures and red eyes tighter with a slight migraine coming on. "Ffine Nagini, you may hunt."

"Yess masster." Nagini bowed and was out of the room to hunt, hoping that Wormtail was in rat form, oh how she loved to tease him and the taste of his fear.

Voldemort moaned as he rubbed his head. But it was strange. Voldemort never got migraines and his Death Eater never gave him any reason to get a migraine, Cruciatus Curse, maybe, but not enough for the almighty lord to get a head ache.

Voldemort closed his eyes and inhaled from his flat snake like nostrils. Then a vision flashed before his eyes.

A man with long curly black hair held back in a high pony tail, wearing some kind of strange robes that had pants, that came down to his ankles and bunched them selves closed. A round his robe with was definably a dark indigo he wore a white pelt of some kind with a baboon's head on his left shoulder. His eyes wore light blue eye shadow and his red eyes were piercing and cunning. The Man sat in a corner of a wooden room with paper walls staring at a pair of tall vases that moved and squirmed with living flesh and a dark red aura hovering just above the vases.

Then the vision was gone.

Voldemort opened his eyes and felt a sharp throb over his birth mark.

He jumped up and out of his throne, his hands on his birth mark. Then the migraine peaked and he covered his head for a moment before the migraine ended.

A sensation as if someone had just woken up and stretched inside his mind. The migraine died away.

Voldemort saw another vision of the man who looked as if he was looking Voldemort in the eye.

'My my, I knew waiting five hundred years would be ideal.' The man said slightly satisfied with something. His voice was low and cold, yet noble and cunning.

"Who- Who are you? And what do you mean five hundred years?" Voldemort asked.

'Now now, there is no need to speak verbally, your mind can do that adequately. After all you are a part of my flesh or I am a part of yours.'

'What do you mean you are part of my flesh?' Voldemort questioned in his mind. His pride flared at the indignity of asking questions.

'I am your distant ancestor; I mated with a witch and hid in our unborn child only to hide from descendant to descendant for five hundred years. You are the last of our line, and I can give you strength that was mine, just as I can have access you yours.' The man answered.

'Distant Ancestor! My Ancestors were pure bloods!' Voldemort protested.

'But how pure is pure Tom, or should I say Voldemort. I have had my uses in the past. Your horcruxes weren't nearly as effective as you would have hoped the night you tried to murder Harry Potter. I merely had to do was give you some of my regenerative power and the horcruxes did the rest. I was attached to your sole and regenerated the parts you and I needed to survive. I, like you, spent a great deal amount of time as a parasite.' The man explained. 'Now that I have been awakened I shall help you gain greater power, along as you help me with something. Something that could benefit both of us, the Shards of the Shikon no Tama are kept somewhere in the ministry.'

'Shikon no Tama? You mean those shards that were used by demons during the great demon war?' Voldemort asked.

'Yes Voldemort, those shards, I am a half demon, just as you will inherit my powers, as I will receive yours.'

'Who are you?' Voldemort questioned again.

'Oh, forgive me, I am called Naraku.' The man said.

An: Oh... the plot is thickening now. Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Winter Solstice, and of course Happy new year! I'll have to quit now but the next chapter shall get interesting.