Finally having gotten some answers, I began to calm down. My eyes glazed over with curiosity, I had no idea there were places that taught magic in my own time. Sure, I knew there was magic in the Feudal Era, I mean I was a miko and best friends with a monk who had an enchanted hand, I even put prayer beads on a hanyou to make him more obedient. I guess it would only make sense that magic continued to exist up until now.

The rather loud whispers of what I guessed to be students drifted to my ears, as a second man rose from the head table where the headmaster sat. He had greasy black hair covering narrowed black eyes. His aura read of distrust and bad intentions, it reminded me of Naraku's a little which was never a good sign. I dreaded the moment in which he opened his mouth to speak, "Ms. Higurashi would you mind telling us all of how you managed to appear on one of the most highly protected establishments on the face of the planet?" I began to fidget under the intense gaze of every one in the room, which had long before quieted down when the man first spoke.

I looked towards the friendly headmaster to find his face serious as if waiting for my answer. Sighing, I bowed to the teachers and began my story. "First of all I should probably tell you that I 'm a miko or Shinto priestess. I've been told stories of demons and magic ever since I was a child, but I only began my training when I was 15 when my powers first showed themselves, so I am not unfamiliar with the world of magic. My family's shrine owns a well house and when I fell down that well I was transported into the forest surrounding the school. I was then attacked by demons so I came here to ask for shelter, and you all know the rest." It was partly true, I just happened to leave out everything involving Feudal Japan.

Before Dumbledore could speak the man in black interrupted him once again, "Headmaster the girl lies, allow me to get some of the remaining truth syrum from my closet." I could see him glare accusingly at a group of students sitting at the Gryffindor table as he said 'remaining'. I turned to look at the object of his hatred, only to lock eyes with the most stunning green orbs I've ever seen. However, I never got a look at his face because our eye contact broke as soon as the sentence was finished.

I could feel a lump starting to form in my throat. What would they do if they learned about what actually happened with the well, Inuyasha, Naraku, and the shikon no tama?

Kami heard my prayers, for as soon as the buffoon finished talking the headmaster came to my rescue, "No Professor, there will be no need to take such dramatic measures." The man made no effort to hide the anger displayed on his face; he promptly shut his mouth and sat down in a huff. "Ms. Higurashi we are very sorry for the confusion we have caused you today. However, would you consider attending our school, for it is Hogwarts job to train all who possess magic as to protect the non-magic folk from unfortunate mishaps. We would allow you to enter in your 6th year, in correlation to all of the training done on your own."

I quickly recovered from my astonishment, and thought over the proposition. This could be my one chance to improve my skills and maybe even become more powerful than my incarnation. That way I won't always have to be saved by the others in my group, and Inuyasha wouldn't be able to say I'm not as good as Kikyou anymore. "Thank you Headmaster, I accept your invitation. Would it be alright if I informed my family that I will be staying here? They must be wondering where I am."

The old man smiled, "That would be fine. Why don't you go and take a seat at the Gryffindor table and become acquainted with your fellow house members. I will however need to hold a conference with the ministry to figure out how it was you were overlooked when invitations to Hogwarts were sent to families around the world."

As I walked down the isle to my new house's table a single person began to clap. Not before long, the room was filled with cheering students half of which had no idea as to why they were cheering to begin with. Warmth rushed to my cheeks, transforming my usually pale skin to resemble a cherry.

Sitting down in the first open seat, I listened in on the conversation taking place next to me. Four redheads who appeared to be related were talking to a girl with brown bushy hair and a boy with black hair and a lightening bolt scar on his forehead. The boy with the scar seemed to notice me, for he had turned in my direction. I widened my eyes as I got a good look at his for the first time. They were the same green orbs that I had lost myself in, not to long ago.

I nearly jumped out of my seat when a loud cheery voice interrupted my thoughts, "Hello Kagome, I'm Hermione Granger, and these two idiots are my friends Ron and Harry." An amused smile crept upon my face, as the boy named Ron protested against Hermione's remark. Apparently he did not bode well with others calling him names, but that obviously did not stop his older brothers from poking fun at him. The twins reminded me of Shippo, with their defiant and mischievous attitude.

After finally choosing to ignore his siblings in favor of stuffing his face with as much food as humanly possible, he leaned over the table with an outstretched hand and began the introductions, "Hi, my names Ron, I'm a 6th year and prefect here. Over there is my little sister Ginny and my brothers Fred and George, you'd best ignore them they'd only get you into trouble."

I shook Ron's hand without hesitation; I mean there really wasn't any reason to be cautious. Sure, they all possessed magic and might be better at it than me, but they had no real reason to harm me, at least not now they didn't.

The last of the group looked when it became his turn to introduce himself. As I looked into his eyes for what seemed to be the hundredth time that night, I wondered what he expected to happen once I knew his name. Then he began to speak, "My name's Harry, Harry Potter."

The group of wizards began to look at me as if I grew a second head, when I didn't become hysterical after shaking his hand. The aura surrounding me grew uncomfortable and I still hadn't a clue as to what I had done wrong. "Why is everyone starring, did I do something?"

"Don't you know who he is? He's the boy who lived. Harry is the only one to survive the killing curse, and face of against Lord Voldemort by himself more than once and live!" They all yelled in unison. I messaged my ears as to stop the throbbing; I swear I'll never make fun of deaf people for as long as I live.

I slowly shook my head, praying that they wouldn't start screaming again, I hope there's a spell that cures bad hearing for I think I'll be needing it at this rate.

One by one they stopped gawking at me, and filled me in on what's been happening in the wizard world for the past 16 years. At the end of their story I was left speechless, I was so busy trying to defeat Naraku in the past I somehow managed to completely overlook a major threat to my present. Well even if I did know before, it wasn't as if Inuyasha would have let me take time away from collecting shards to help defeat this Voldemort person.

At least no I know why Harry was nervous about telling me his name. I couldn't even begin to imagine how I could ever keep on going back to the Feudal Era, if my mother wasn't here to support me. "I'm sorry for your loss, even if it was a long time ago. I know what it's like to have a lot of people depend on you, and to be given such an impossible task that it's overwhelming at times. I admire how you can keep on fighting even without a family to fight for. I guess you have good friends to help you instead. Don't worry, I 'm not going to treat you any differently now that I know who you are than from before when you were just somebody named Harry Potter."

As the tense aura surrounding the group of Gryffindors turned to that of relaxation, conversation broke out once more and not before long it was time to exit the Great hall in order to return to our dorms and sleep. The headmaster rose to recite his ending speech and signal when we could leave.

"As you all know tomorrow is the start of a new school year, for all of you this means new classes, new friends, and even some new enemies. As the ages of darkness return with the dark lord, we must all strengthen our friendships to survive. We must also improve our defenses and to help us do so I have hired once again a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he is however not human. The ministry has made a new rule that families have the right to know of whom their children shall be taught by, so I am to inform you that this year's teacher is a demon. He is to be treated with respect and not as an animal would be. Despite his appearance I assure you that he is of age to teach, in fact he is over 500 years of old. He is, however occupied at the moment with decorating his new living quarters, so you will meet him tomorrow. The last bit of news is that a couple of new ghosts have come to occupy the castle, one of which is an ancestor of mine. That is all for tonight, please follow the prefects to the dormitories for you have a big day ahead of you, goodnight."

My new friends and I somehow managed to make it out of the stampede of students, and lead the Gryffindors through the maze of hallways and to the common room. The portrait of a fat lady swung open once Hermione muttered a password to it. I didn't catch what it was, but at the moment I didn't really care. If I had to I would just wait around the entrance until some one who knew it came along and opened it for me, right now though all I wanted to do was sleep. I'd write to my mom tomorrow when I had the time about my new school.

I climbed into my new bed after changing out of my dirty school girl uniform; to me it was heaven after sleeping on the ground for so long. Hopefully I'll find a time travel spell while I'm here, I mean the reason I'm attending is to strengthen my powers, but I would be doing it all for nothing if I can't even get back to Inuyasha. My eyes closed as the need for sleep overwhelmed me, now was not the time to think about such things. For the first time in a while I dreamt not of Inuyasha, but of the days to come at Hogwarts.