Wow, I can't believe how many reviews I got on the first chapter of this! I'm absolutely thrilled you all like this! Thank you all very much:

inuyashas hun - Your questions will all be answered very, very soon.blobber - Thanks, I'm glad you think this crossover works. There's nothing worse in my opinion than a crossover that's forced and doesn't flow well or make sense. I'm very happy I haven't done that.

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RoaringWind - No, there are no pairings in my mind for this fic and sorry to disappoint, but I don't think there'll be any. I kinda already have this all mapped out in my head and it won't really be all that long once the real action starts. Not long enough for any pairings.

LadySunflower - How could I end it like that? Very easily: I pressed "save" and went to post. ;p I'm glad you like this fic and thanks again for pointing out what I forgot to mention last time about the last name thing. Oh, and Kirara has survived all this time, so it is the original demon cat we all know and love. More about her in this chapter.

Fuji the Hobbit - Wow, I can't believe you actually reviewed all three ofmy stories! It makes me soooo happy! Anyway, I'm glad I've integrated the two worlds well. I've read some really bad Inu Yasha crossovers and was really hoping not to write one as well. And thanks for the vote of confidence: I'll try not to disappoint.

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Also thanks to: Gorgeous, The Painted Lady, KHStennis01, IYGURL, shangxiang10 and Diana Artemis Silvermoon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha or Harry Potter, unfortunately.

Author's Note: I was supposed to mention this last chapter, but completely forgot. My thanks go out to LadySunflower for pointing it out. "Chang" is a Chinese last name and Kagome is, as we all know Japanese. It doesn't seem to say anywhere that Cho has two Chinese parents, so for the purpose of this story, I'm saying that Cho's mother or grandmother or someone was born "Higurashi" (it doesn't really matter which).
A Clash of Cultures

Chapter 2 - The Miko and the Death Eater

He had to get away. He knew it was probably cowardly of him and his father would be furious, but he didn't care. He had to leave before he lost it, went mad from his own thoughts.

He grabbed his travelling cloak and threw it on as he raced down the stairs of Malfoy Manor. He ran out the door and didn't stop until he had past the boundary of the anti-apparition wards. Only then did he stop to catch his breath. Where was he going to go though? Not Diagon Alley, not anywhere magical. . . he didn't want to be around wizards at the moment. He suddenly remembered a palace and a park that his mother had taken him to once when he was younger. The image of a statue of a boy appeared in his mind. He remembered his mother telling him the story of a boy who would never grow up to be a man. He had liked that story.

Suddenly he felt something rub against his leg. He looked down to see his pet cat looking up at him. He could've sworn she looked worried.

"Hello Kirara," he said, smiling gently. He scooped her up off the ground. "Do you want to come with me girl?" Kirara meowed and Draco already felt a bit calmer. His companion was with him.

He took out his wand and uttered the apparition spell. When he opened his eyes he was staring up at the familiar statue. It was a beautiful day, bright and sunny. There were no people around either. Perfect. There was a hedge of bushes behind the statue, so Draco walked over and sat in their shade. Kirara settled down in his lap and he gently stroked her.

Kirara wasn't just an ordinary cat. She was a magical cat with two tails. He had received her as a gift when his family had visited Japan. He was eight at the time and his parents had taken him to some party they had been invited to. He didn't understand most of the people there since they spoke in Japanese, although most of them could also speak English when they had to. Since he was the only child at the party he sat in a corner and watched his parents socialize, wishing he could leave.

He remembered crying out in surprise when something furry suddenly jumped into his lap. It was the most curious looking cat he'd ever seen. First of all, it looked somewhat large for a cat, but it wasn't fat. It wasn't sleek like most cats he had seen either. Most importantly, however, it had two tails. He had never heard of a cat with two tails before.

He spent the rest of the party playing with it: crawling under tables and running after it through the halls. He had never had such fun at a party before.

His parents hadn't thought it was such a great thing though when they noticed him dart under the large buffet table. He had emerged on the other side to find his mother standing there with an absolutely unimpressed look on her face. Her eyes softened a bit when the cat peeked its head out from underneath the tablecloth. But then his father came up beside his mother with a blank expression on his face. Draco knew that expression well; his father only made it when he was extremely furious. It never meant anything good.

"What are you doing under the table?" he asked in a low, dangerous voice. Draco gulped and got up from under the table.

"I was sitting down when this cat found me and we started playing," he said quickly, trying to think of a way in which he could make this look good, "I think she's a magical cat, because she has two tails and most cats only have one. . ."

"I don't care about the stupid cat," his father seethed, "I do however care to know why my son, the heir to the Malfoy name, is doing something as plebeian as crawling underneath tables."

"I was bored," Draco answered in a small voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it, honest."

"Well, it's getting late," Draco's mother said, deciding to step in between her husband and her son, "we should probably be heading back to the hotel now, anyway. After all we have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Can I just say good-bye to the cat?" Draco asked his mother carefully. She smiled and nodded. Draco quickly looked around and saw the cat sitting by the punch table, watching him curiously. He headed in her direction.

"Well, it looks like I have to go now," he said, kneeling down to scratch her between the ears, "I wish I knew your name so that I didn't have to keep referring to you as 'cat,' but I guess it doesn't really matter anymore anyway since I'm never going to see you again."

"Her name is Kirara," said a cold voice from behind him. Draco jumped up and whirled around.

Standing there was a tall Japanese man Draco had never seen before. He would've remembered him if he had. He looked young, maybe the same age as his father and his hair was so long it almost touched the ground. What was unusual about it though was that it was silver, not black like that of most Japanese people, or even white-blond like Draco's, but silver. He wasn't dressed like a wizard either, but instead wore a black and white warrior's outfit with a blood red sash around his middle that held two swords in place. He was missing an arm.

"Is she yours, sir?" Draco asked quietly as he stared into the man's emotionless golden eyes. A shiver ran up his spine. He didn't know how, but he just knew this man was not someone he ever wanted to see upset.

"In a matter of speaking. . ." the man answered, "what is your name boy?"

"Draco, Draco Malfoy, sir."

"Draco, what is taking you so long? It's just a stupid feline!" Draco heard his father growl angrily as he walked up from behind the strange man. Draco's eyes looked to his father. He was torn between leaving with his father and wanting to know more about the strange man and his cat. He was saved the trouble of deciding when his father noticed the man talking to Draco.

"Oh, hello," Lucius Malfoy said, switching into his calm, sophisticated English Lord mode, "I apologize for my son's behaviour, I'm afraid these parties are a bit too much for a small boy like him to handle sometimes. I am Lord Malfoy from England."

To Draco's amazement the Japanese man did not even acknowledge his father, but instead kept watching Draco. Draco felt something rub against his leg and he looked down at the cat, Kirara.

"Is she a magical cat?" he whispered, looking back up at her owner. The silver-haired man nodded.

"Really, what can she do?" his father tried again to engage the stranger into a conversation. He was once again ignored.

"She likes you," the stranger said. He looked at Kirara. She meowed and after a while the stranger nodded his head. Draco watched in awe, it was as if they were communicating. He wondered if perhaps Kirara was an animagus.

"You may take her home with you," the silver-haired man announced and turned to leave. Draco stood there, stunned. Then he ran to the man, stopping just in front of him. The man stopped and looked at him with those emotionless eyes again.

"Thank you," Draco said, feeling a bit foolish. The man nodded and Draco found a bit of courage he didn't know he had.

"Wh-who are you?" he asked.

"I am Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands."

"Umm. . . well, thank you Lord Sesshoumaru."

Sesshoumaru moved past Draco and Draco ran back to the table to pick up Kirara before he joined his parents. Their eyes widened when he told them whom he just had met.

Kirara became his constant companion until he turned 11 and started Hogwarts. He didn't take her to school with him, because his father said it would make him appear weak. He had missed her though, especially at first.

Over the years he had systematically gone through every book both at home and at Hogwarts in order to try and figure out what kind of cat she was, but with no positive results. He had learned a lot about Japanese culture though and even about Lord Sesshoumaru, his half-brother Inu Yasha and the swords they carried: the Tetsusaiga, the Tenseiga and the Tokijin. The more he found out about the demon lord, the more he felt honoured at having caught his attention all those years ago. Sometimes he even imagined what it would've been like to travel with him and his two companions during the feudal era in Japan.

If only he could've travelled with him. Then he would've had a different life and the last three days would never have happened.

Had it really only been three days ago that his father had walked into his room, looking as if Christmas had come early.

"Draco," he had said, "the Dark Lord has decided that you are worthy of becoming his servant. Tonight you shall be initiated."

Those were the words that had sealed his fate. No one asked him if he wanted to get initiated. Though he probably would have done it at the time just to please his father anyway. Just to see the look of pride on his father's face as he led him before the red-eyed monster he served.

He hadn't known the truth then, what serving the Dark Lord really meant. He hadn't known what it felt like to watch another human being scream as they were being tortured, to then watch their lifeless corpse fall to the ground. He had listened, he had watched, he had participated. Now he knew. And he felt sick, dirty. The Mark on his forearm no longer burned as intensely as it had before, but its constant throbbing was a reminder of what he had pledged his life to.

He didn't want it anymore; he'd rip it off with his bare hands if he could. But that was impossible. There was no way out. Maybe, just maybe if he went to Dumbledore, after all he was the only wizard that the Dark Lord feared, right? But Dumbledore was just another self-righteous Gryffindor; why would he help a Slytherin? He'd probably just call the aurors on him and have him shipped straight to Azkaban. And after what he'd done, Draco wasn't so sure he didn't belong there.

But that didn't mean he'd walk in there voluntarily.

Draco's train of thought was broken for an instant as Kirara jumped out of his lap and ran into the bushes behind him. He didn't blame her; he only wished it was so easy for him to leave his own company. He brought his knees up to his chest and rested his chin against them.

It seemed like he'd been sitting there for ages, staring at the back of the statue of the boy who would never grow up. His father and the Dark Lord seemed so far away to Draco as he listened to the wind rustle with leaves and watched as it danced with each blade of grass.

He looked down as something brushed up against him.

"Hey Kirara," he said quietly and scratched her behind the ears. Then he went back to staring ahead.

A twig snapped. Draco looked in the direction of the noise and saw a Japanese girl with long hair watching him with curiosity. With reflexes honed from years of quidditch, Draco jumped up and grabbed his wand, pointing it at her.

When Draco saw surprise and confusion on her face he inwardly cursed himself. She was a muggle. And he couldn't obliviate her, because he hadn't turned 17 yet and it was therefore against the law for him to do magic outside of school.

Then he realized that being a death eater was probably a worse crime than doing underage magic.

Just as he was about to say the incantation, the girl's eyes went wide in comprehension. He paused. How was it possible that she didn't seem to know what a wand was one minute and then seemed to understand what it was for the next? He shook his head. It didn't matter, he'd obliviate her anyway.

Just then Kirara leaped onto the girl's shoulder and meowed at him. She looked at him with big pleading eyes. The girl didn't even seem surprised by the cat with two tails she now had sitting on her shoulder. Instead, she petted the cat and smiled at it.

"Who are you?" Draco demanded.

"Kagome," she replied and then watched Kirara jump down from her shoulder and bound off to leap onto Draco's. "Where did you get her?"

"In Japan, when I was little," Draco answered, wary of how familiar the girl seemed to be with his cat. Then he got an idea. He lowered his wand and began twirling it with his fingers.

"She was a gift from the Lord of the Western Lands," he drawled. The girl's eyes snapped to his.

"Sesshoumaru?" she asked, clearly shocked by his revelation. Draco smirked. Yup, this girl was definitely no muggle if she knew who Lord Sesshoumaru was.

Suddenly he felt Kirara stir where she sat on his left shoulder. He looked at her and scrunched his brow in confusion. She was batting at the sleeve of his robe.

"What is it?" Kagome asked and Draco jumped at how close her voice sounded. She was now standing right in front of him and he hadn't even heard her approach. He looked at her and saw that she was staring at his forearm, at the exact spot where his Dark Mark was.

He pulled his arm away and looked at her in shock. He had two layers of black clothes over it, there was no way this girl, witch or not, should be able to see it. She met his eyes.

"Is it a mark of some sort?" she asked and Draco frowned.

"Yes," he sneered, "it's the Dark Mark actually."

He didn't quite know what reaction he was expecting from this girl, but it certainly wasn't the blank look she gave him. That made him angry. How did this non-muggle girl dare pretend not to know what the Dark Mark was! She was supposed to shrink away in fear and not look at him as if he was speaking in Swahili!

Kagome took a step back when Draco suddenly shoved his left arm in front of her and pulled up the sleeve of his robe. She gasped when she saw the snake and skull tattoo marring his pale skin. Then she gingerly reached her hand out to touch it. Draco hissed in pain the moment her fingers brushed the Mark.

"It is evil," she whispered.

"So am I," Draco answered her. Kagome looked up at him thoughtfully, then at Kirara and then back at him.

"No," she said firmly, "Kirara likes you. She would not like you if you were evil."

"She's a cat. She's been with me since I was eight, of course she likes me. I highly doubt she could tell the difference anyway - hey!" Draco glared at Kirara, who had batted the side of his head with her paw. It always amazed him just how strong she could be. Then he turned back to Kagome.

"This mark makes me evil."

"You don't want it?" she asked thoughtfully. He snorted.

"It's not like I have a choice. It's permanent, can't be removed."

Just then Kagome stepped right up to him and grabbed his forearm in her left hand. She placed her right hand over top of the Mark. Kirara jumped off his shoulder.

Then his world exploded in waves of pain. It rolled off of his forearm and into the rest of his body. It was worse than what he had felt when Voldemort had branded the thing onto his arm. He gritted his teeth, determined not to scream. He could feel the exact outline of Kagome's hand as if it were made of red-hot iron.

Just as he didn't think he could take it anymore, the pain stopped. He collapsed onto the ground, panting hard. Beside him, he heard Kagome do the same. He peeked at her out of the corner of his eye and noticed she looked exhausted. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.

Then he realized the throbbing on his forearm was gone. He pushed himself off the ground and knelt on the grass. He pulled up his left sleeve and stared.

The Dark Mark was gone.

Well, there you go. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter and please review!