Disclaimer: I do not own these characters they belong to Rumiko Takahashi and J.K. Rowling.

Two weeks, it had been two weeks since the death of Sirius Black. There was only a small funeral, unknown to the masses simply because many important people believed him to be a fugitive of the law.

Fourteen days, each day in which Harry Potter got neither worse nor better, staying in a depressed slump that only Kagome had the ability to coax him the least bit out of. Each day she would try harder, knowing just what he was going through, as she herself had felt the same thing.

She would take him where ever they could be in private, most of the time it being the Room of Requirement, and just hold him. That's where they were now, sitting on a comfortable sofa, just sitting.

Well she was sitting; Harry was laying down, his head in her lap. She ran her fingers through his raven locks, messing them up even more and not caring one bit. He was nearly asleep, finally relaxing enough to drift off.

Three hundred and thirty-six hours and out of that Harry had probably slept about seventy hours. Which may seem like a lot but if actually counted isn't much at all.

"Can I ask you something?" He whispered, not wanting to break the sleepy spell he was in.

"Of course." She smiled, continuing to run her fingers through his hair.

"Is it normal for someone to be as depressed as I am when someone who isn't even related to them dies?"

"For someone like you, yes I think it is. You have witnessed so much death, heard of so many people who have died, that actually knowing, and I mean really knowing the person this time, is finally taking its toll."

He smiled slightly, and for that she was glad as she smiled back.

"Other than sword fighting, you know other forms of fighting don't you?" He asked.

"Yes, but how is this suddenly coming up?"

"Well, a couple years back, in our fifth year, we started a group when the Ministry decided to infiltrate Hogwarts and stop them from teaching us anything useful. We called it the DA, for Dumbledore's Army. They said that we shouldn't but we did it anyway, I ended up being the teacher."

"That was very noble of all of you, but what does it have to do with me?" She was curious now, where was this leading?

"Well, lately I've been thinking. You know a lot about this Naraku guy and he's obviously getting into wizarding business and I know a lot about Voldemort. So, I was wondering if you would help me teach?" He looked up at her with pleading eyes, shimmering green orbs that stood out against the fringe of black bangs.

"What? You want me to teach?"

"Yeah, I want you to teach us what ever style of fighting you know."

"I don't know…" She was uncertain as she looked away from his eyes. She felt him sit up from her lap and then her face was tilted to look him in the eye.

"Please, Kagome? It would help us not only with Voldemort but if that Naraku was to come back."

This was asked in a voice that she couldn't deny, the jade orbs she loved shinning and simply being spectacular.

She sighed, "Fine, I'll do it."

He seemed to beam, and it was the happiest she had seen him in two weeks.

"Great, I'll get Hermione to set the date for two weeks from now."

Two weeks, fourteen days, and three hundred and thirty-six hours, that's how long it would be before she started teaching.