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Disclaimer:I do not own, nor claim to own, anything pertaining to Inuyasha nor Harry Potter. Just the ideas that pop into my mind ;) Took a chunk from the book/movie, merged, paraphrased, and reworded it save for some of the dialogue. You'll probably recognize it.


—Plans Put In Motion—

The following week as Kagome attended Hogwarts passed pretty quickly, as did her time at the Weasley household.

It was hard for Harry to get to know Kagome much better, as they only ever rarely saw her at breakfast – if they woke up early enough - and then at dinner, and during those times they were never really alone. Nighttime was the only chance he really ever got, but there were times that she was so tired she would eat and go straight to sleep – and it wasn't as if he could blame her.

"I feel bad for Kagome" Hermione admitted to him once after a few days. "She knows nothing of wizards, and I doubt she's used to the change of pace and amount of work."

Ron scoffed. "I'd bloody well kill myself if I was her," he commented bluntly.

Hermione groaned in disgust, rolling her eyes at him. "Of course you would..." she muttered under her breath.

Harry crossed his arms, leaning back into the chair. "It's admirable really. Never heard her complain to me once," he remarked, looking at them.

Ron snorted, smirking. "Probably cause she's dead on her feet mate. Rather sleep than complain," he sniggered.

Hermione shook her head in exasperation.

Ron whirled on Harry suddenly, his eyes glinting slyly. "So Harry, I noticed something interesting these past few days."

His tone made Harry stiffen, but he tried to play it off as nothing. Hermione, interest piqued, looked on intently. "Oh?" he said nonchalantly, though his fingers started twitching.

Ron picked up on it quickly, and grinned. "Yeah. Every time a certain dark haired witch comes walking by, you become curiously quiet and your eyes seem glued to her. Funny thing, isn't it?" he murmured wryly.

Harry could feel the heat creeping up his neck, and he let out a mental groan when a small smile of realization crossed Hermione's face. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said quickly.

Ron and Hermione shot him a dry glance. "Fancy a certain somebody mate?" his redheaded best friend drawled teasingly. Hermione giggled softly.

Harry groaned, and shot a wary glance around the room, making sure no one was around. "It's not like that," he argued. "Really," he added seriously when he saw them eyeing him skeptically. "Remember when Dumbledore wanted to talk to me, the night she came?"

The pair sobered quickly enough and they edged closer, knowing when Dumbledore was involved it wasn't time to kid.

Harry quickly, and quietly, began to relay the conversation.

Once he was finished, his two friends were sitting back in their seats, stunned.

"Whoa..." Hermione breathed out.

Ron nodded, dumbstruck. "Makes you wonder what else she's hiding, huh?" he mumbled.

They nodded. Hermione sobered suddenly, face becoming pensive. "She has nightmares sometimes, you know..." she commented quietly.

"What?" Ron exclaimed, straightening just as Harry asked, "Really?"

Hermione nodded, frowning. "It's not any of my business really, and it's not like it really bothers me so I never asked. Barely know her, you know? But maybe..." she trailed off and looked away, uncomfortable.

"Maybe it has something to do with why she's here," Harry finished for her, sitting back in thought. This was... curious.

Hermione nodded softly. "Yes. It woke me up a couple times, and I see her tossing and turning, and whimpering things. Like, 'No' and 'I'm sorry' and..." she trailed off again, hesitant.

Ron noticed. "What else, 'Moine?" he prodded gently.

She looked up at both of them, pinning them with concerned and conflicted eyes. She bit her lip, and sighed in defeat. "Right before she wakes up, she always whispers 'Please, don't die, please'..." she murmured, eyes sympathetic.

Stunned, Ron sat back into his seat. "Whoa... With nightmares like that, I wonder how she acts like it doesn't bother her..."

Harry sighed. "She's probably hiding it, or not thinking about it... ignoring it or something," he murmured, his eyes going downcast. 'It's what I'd do...'

The other two nodded, oblivious to his thoughts. "Any idea what this 'powerful object' she's suppose to have is?" Ron asked.

Harry shrugged. "I dunno, but apparently it has Voldemort's guys eyeing her. Dumbledore seems to think it could really hurt us if they get it, and her too."

Hermione let out a thoughtful 'hmm'. "I admit, there's more to her than what meets the eyes – there has to be. Hogwarts seems to be taking special consideration for her considering she's just a late bloomer, as she says," she mused, a peculiar tone to her voice.

Harry looked at her, somewhat alarmed. "You think she's lying?" The thought of living under the same roof with a person who could possibly be a threat wasn't exactly comforting...

The dirty blond witch blinked at the question, and shook her head. "No, no, I don't. It's pretty obvious she doesn't know the first thing about this world," she murmured wryly.

The boys snorted – that was an understatement.

They've all seen the way Kagome looked as she walked through the house – eyes wide with amazement and wonder, like a child on their first visit to an amusement park. And the way she gushed when she showed or told them about the new spell she learned.

"Only, she's more than just that, which is why Hogwarts is going to such lengths," Hermione deduced reasonably.

Harry sighed, tired. "Dumbledore all but said to get to know her and protect her, so that's exactly what I'm gonna do," he decided. "And if we're friends, she might tell me something," he reasoned.

"You mean 'we', right?" Ron interjected, pinning him with an expectant look. "Because you're not doing this alone," he warned and he shared a look full of amused exasperation with Hermione.

Being friends with Harry for the past three years meant they were well aware of his tendencies of going at things alone to 'protect them'. It was rubbish of course, but that was Harry for you.

Harry sighed, giving an exasperated smile. He knew better than to argue. "Sorry, that's exactly what 'we're' gonna do," he corrected, rolling his eyes.

Hermione fidgeted though, nervous. "I don't like this guys. Kagome's a really nice girl, and it doesn't feel right to pretend to be friends just to get information," she said hesitantly, obviously conflicted.

Harry frowned, uncomfortable now – he didn't think about it like that.

Ron scratched his head. "Why does it have to be pretend? We can be friends, and maybe later she'll trust us enough to spill the beans?" he tried instead.

Hermione rolled her eyes, scoffing. "Semantics?" she said sarcastically. "Being friends under the hopes of getting information? That's not the same or anything..." she retorted dryly.

Harry groaned. "Yeah, but really, what choice do we have?"

Hermione's shoulders drooped. "Not much, it seems."


By the end of the week, Kagome sat quietly and unaware at the table under the watchful eyes of one Harry Potter as the Weasley family and their guests raved on excitedly of the infamous quidditch match set for that oncoming Monday night – tomorrow night. They were all out dining in the garden, as there was just not room for twelve people.

Kagome paused picking at her food, eyes curious. That was the second time she heard that word. "What's quidditch?" she asked. "I know it's a wizard sport, but that's really it..." she trailed off at the incredulous looks turned her way as the room strangely went silent.

"'Ats 'iditch?" Ron exclaimed through his stuffed mouth.

Hermione sighed in disgust, pushing away her plate as she suddenly lost her appetite.

Kagome, bug-eyed, took in the wide eyed, disbelieving looks thrown her way. "Just found out I'm a witch, remember?" she reminded them, an eyebrow cocked.

Harry chuckled, remembering when he asked that question when he first came into this world. "Well, long story short, its a sport with a seven man team on each side. You play it on a broom stick and try to get more points than other team. There's hoops where you try to throw the ball, the quaffle, to score a goal."

The twins, Fred and George, gaped at him, appalled. "It's so much more than that!" they exclaimed simultaneously.

Bill and Charlie shared an amused look, while Percy rolled his eyes in exasperation. Ginny just snickered while Ron nodded his head eagerly, obviously agreeing with his brothers.

Kagome's eyes widened, surprised at their passionate reactions.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, it is, but the rules are kinda complicated and hard to explain, so I figured the short version would do for now."

Kagome tilted her head though. "Huh, sounds kinda like basketball– you know, without the flying on broomsticks part." She got stares from the Weasley family for that one.

Harry grinned though, laughing loudly. "That's exactly what I thought!" he exclaimed.

Kagome laughed with him.

Only Hermione, who smiled in amusement, knew what they were talking about.

Ginny gasped suddenly, "Oh, that's right we never got you a ticket Kagome!" she exclaimed.

Mr. Weasley went red with the realization, "Oh my, we didn't. I'm so sorry dear, you're always off at Hogwarts it's like your never here and I completely forgot! Maybe I can still get another..." he trailed off in thought, trying to figure out a way to get another ticket.

Kagome shook her head swiftly. "No, no! It's fine, really!" she assured them, scratching the back of her neck nervously. "No, really. I'm not familiar with the game, so I'll be more confused trying to understand it, rather than really enjoying it. And besides, with my studies the way they are, I'll most likely be too exhausted!"

Mr. Weasley's shoulders relaxed and the guilt left his expression. "I truly am sorry Kagome," he said genuinely.

Kagome waved it off, smiling at him. "No harm no foul, eh?"

Over half an hour after dinner, Harry was walking through the Weasley household when he walked in on Kagome, tucked in the corner of the couch with her nose in a book.

Delighted that they finally were away from everyone, he smiled and went over to her. "Hey," he murmured, sitting on the other end.

Kagome looked up from her book and smiled. "Hi there," she said quietly.

Harry eyed the book. "Ooh, Transfiguration for Beginners, huh? How riveting," he joked, grinning boyishly.

Kagome giggled, closing the book and putting on her lap after marking her place. "It really is," she said in mock-seriousness, emphasizing with a resolute nod. "Don't tell anyone but I sleep with it under my pillow, so the first thing I do when I wake up is read a couple of pages," she said in a conspiring whisper.

They stared at each other silently, before bursting out in laughter.

Once Harry started to calm down, still grinning, he asked her, "So how are your studies going so far?"

Kagome threw her hands up in over-exaggerated exasperation, giving him a playful smile. "I'm buried up to my neck with spells and history and whatnot! I wouldn't doubt if my brain is half mush by now!" she exclaimed softly, and winked.

Harry laughed, "I was getting a little worried there – haven't heard you complain yet."

The miko-witch pursed her lips. "It really isn't so bad, to be honest. I actually like learning this – it's so much more interesting than regular school..." her face darkened. "Math was my arch-enemy..." she muttered darkly.

Harry snickered and grinned – she wasn't the only one who was glad to be rid of the more mundane studies that regular schools offered. "Well, math here is optional, so you're safe," he assured her, giving her a teasing pat on the shoulder.

Kagome rolled her eyes and nudged him back playfully before she nodded eagerly. "Thank God! And the stuff here – it's not that hard, really. I've always been good with potions and herbs, so those classes are a cinch. I really only need to learn the spells and history." She sighed there, "With all these spells in my head, everything's getting jumbled. If I'm not careful, I might mix two spells up and end up with a half toad half desk floating in the air or something," she joked.

Harry snickered. "I'd like to see that."

Kagome rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "I bet..." and then she winced, remembering earlier that week. "You should have seen it Friday – Professor McGonagall had me try to transfigure a toad into a goblet..." she trailed off, shivering.

At her reaction, Harry leaned in closer, eyes flashing in amusement. "From your face, I take it didn't go well?" he asked, fighting a grin.

Kagome snorted. That was one way to put it... "If you call a puke green goblet hopping away not going well, then, yeah," she mumbled dryly. The thought of it still made her stomach turn.

Harry burst out laughing at that one and Kagome ducked her head in embarrassment. "Don't worry about it, you'll get the hang of it soon – it is just your first week," he said comfortingly after he managed calmed down.

Kagome smiled sheepishly, "It's just gonna take a bit for everything to really sink in I guess."

Harry nodded, grinning, "So you like being a witch then, coming here and learning everything?" he said wryly.

She smiled, nodding deeply. "Definitely!" she chirped excitedly. "Everyone has been so kind – Mr. and Mrs. Weasley have been so hospitable, making me feel like I'm home and I really appreciate it." She looked him, eyes bright, "And you, Ron, and Hermione are wonderful, helping with my lessons! Those notes Hermione lent me are a lifesaver!"

Harry shrugged, trying to wave it off as nothing as he felt heat creep up his neck. It was a good thing Hermione still kept all her notes from the last three years... "That's what friends are for, right?" he asked her genuinely.

Her smile turned soft, "Guess so... I'm glad I got to meet you three," she confessed. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were an interesting group of people, and she enjoyed getting to know them.

Harry returned the smile, pushing down the guilt that bubbled in the pit of his stomach at her words.

"It's definitely a change of scenery, I can tell you that," she commented, her eyes glazing over slightly as she dazed off. "Something I realized I really needed," she went on softly.

Harry blinked, her remark snagging his interest. He leaned forward, "What do you mean?" he asked gently, coaxingly.

The question brought Kagome out her reverie, and she quickly plastered a fake smile and waved a hand airily. "Ah, just how the past needs to stay in the past and all that. Can't let what happened then, affect me now and all that jazz," she tried deflecting and changed the subject.

Leaning forward closer to him, she put her book to the side and smiled dazzling at him. "So, Quidditch," she murmured. "Care to tell me a little more, so I'm not completely ignorant next time I find myself in a conversation about it?" she asked, laughing at herself.

Her tactic wasn't so covert but Harry played along, now one hundred percent sure there was something she was keeping quiet. He could be patient – it'd only been a week after all. "Okay, well, each player has a role on the team. There's the three Chasers, two Beaters, a Keeper, and a Seeker. I'm the Seeker for Gryffindor, and my job is to..." and Harry went on to explain how Quidditch worked, Kagome listening intently.

Later, when he finished and decided to leave for bed, he didn't see Kagome's small smile fade in place of a contemplative, somber frown.


Long, long ago, about half a century, there was a man who went by the name of Frank Bryce. Back from the war, he settled down in a relatively quiet village known as Little Hangleton. For work, he tended to the gardens of a once fine looking manor.

A manor which the villagers of Little Hangleton still to this day call "the Riddle House".

Back then, the manor housed three people – a mother, a father, and their grown-up son, Tom. All of whom were rich, snobby, and rude; the son even worse.

On one fine summer morning, their maid entered the home at daybreak only to find all three dead, lying there untouched with their eyes wide open and still in their dinner things.

As their gardener, Frank lived alone in a run-down cottage on the grounds of the Riddle House. The night the Riddles were found dead, Frank was arrested.

The village went up in an uproar. At first, the villagers were in disbelief, as Frank was a quiet man who lived in solitude after he came home from the war with a very stiff leg. But his dislike of crowds and loud noises was his reputation's downfall, as soon the villagers were quick to point the finger at him.

But there was no proof that the Riddles were murdered. The police were forced to let Frank go, and to everyone's surprise and displeasure, he returned to his cottage on the grounds of the Riddle House.

He stayed there despite the villagers being unwelcoming, and stayed to tend the garden for the next family who lived in the Riddle House, and then the next, and then the next. The tenants never stayed long.

These days though, a wealthy man owned the Riddle House. He never lived there nor put it to any use, and it was said that he kept it for "tax reasons". However, the wealthy owner continued to pay Frank to do the gardening.

One night in mid-August, Frank's bad leg woke him, paining him worse than ever in his near seventy-seven years. Limping downstairs into the kitchen, he stood in front of the sink filling up the kettle when he looked up at the Riddle House to see lights glimmering in the upper windows.

Immediately he assumed it was the boys who took it as their favorite pastime to torment him because they, like their parents and grandparents, thought him a murderer. Judging by the flickering of the lights, Frank believed the boys were going one step further in their attempts to punish him by breaking in the manor and starting a fire.

Minutes later he left his cottage in a hurry, fully dressed with his walking stick in one hand and a rusty key in the other.

He limped around back to a door almost completely hidden by ivy, unlocked it and entered the home noiselessly.

Despite having not entering it for many years, Frank still knew his way around the home. He groped his way to a door that would lead him to the hall, and upon reaching it he started to climb the stairs, the sound of his feet and stick muffled by the thick layer of dust upon the stone.

On the landing, Frank made a right and froze, spotting the intruders. At the very end of the passage a door stood ajar. Quietly he edged closer and closer to see better, until the sound of a man's voice halted him.

"How fastidious you've become Wormtail." The voice belonged to a man, strangely high-pitched, rasping, breathless, and cold as an icy blast of wind. It made the sparse hairs on the back of Frank's neck stand up. "As I recall, you once called the nearest gutter pipe home. Could it be that the task of nursing me has become wearisome for you?"

He eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of a small man rushing forward to bend over a chair, groveling. Frank could see that the man was wearing a long black cloak, and that there was a bald patch at the back of his head. "Oh, no – no, no my Lord Voldemort! I only meant... perhaps we were to do it without the boy-"

The other man cut him off, angry. "No! The boy is everything! It cannot be done without him." Frank watched as a third man, much younger but equally sloppy, rush to crouch in front of the chair. "And it will be done. Exactly as I said."

The third man spoke. "I will not disappoint you, my Lord."

"Good. First, gather our old comrades – send them a sign."

And then Frank heard movement behind him. It was an eerie sound, akin to a sweeping noise and a soft hiss hummed in the air. Slowly he turned to look, and found himself paralyzed in fear. Something was slithering towards him along the floor and as it drew nearer, closer to the light, Frank realized with terror that it was a gigantic snake, at least twelve feet long.

Stunned in complete horror, Frank stared as its scaly body came closer and closer with every second. So frozen by fear, Frank did nothing as it slithered between his feet, ignoring him as it made way into the room. Heart racing, Frank stumbled to turn around to watch after it.

As it entered the room, loud hissing sounds came from the man with the cold voice, chilling him to his bones as the snake heading for the chair. Just as he was about to leave and never look back, the cold voice spoke. "Nagini tells me the old muggle caretaker...is standing just outside the door."

It spurred the two men into action, and Frank's eyes widened when the owner of the timid voice blocked the doorway. A shuddering gasp ripped through Frank's throat as he took a frightened step back at the malicious, creepy smile spreading across the other man's face.

"Step aside, Wormtail, so I can give our guest a proper greeting." The smile widened as Wormtail took a step to the side.

Frank's eyes widened and he took a few steps back to get away.

It was futile.

"Avada Kedarva!"

There was a flash of green light, a rushing sound, and Frank Bryce crumpled. He was dead before he hit the floor. Voldemort turned the younger man, "Go," he commanded sharply, red eyes flashing harshly. He nodded, leaving swiftly, stepping over the dead body of the old man.

As he left, Voldemort turned his attention back to Wormtail, the man shrinking under his malicious stare. "In the mean time, I want eyes on that girl. Just as I expected, she is being brought to Hogwarts."

Wormtail nodded his head readily, eyes sparkling with fear. "Yes my Lord!"

There was a slight pause as Voldemort sat there in thought, his fingers trailing idly along Nagini's scaly skin as she slithered across his lap. "After the sign is given, send word to dear Lucius, Wormtail. Inform him that I have a little task for his son..."

Hundred of miles away, the boy called Harry Potter woke with a start.


You know, I never realized it before, but it's actually kind of challenging to make sure each character gets a part in the fic when there are so many. It's so easy to forget a person ^^; and obviously I have to work on it a little more. But it's a fun kind of challenging, and these character's are so fun to work with, to play on their relationships with other characters and of course the banter.

Well, with that done, what do you think? How did you like it? Let me know please! XD

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