Miracle Child
Summary: She was born like others of her year in a time of war. She was brought up in the shadows of the chaos. Her parents loved her...that was all she knew and all that mattered. She didn't care if they were killers or if they had tortured ten or twenty witches and wizards, she just knew love.
Anime/Book/Movie: InuYasha/Harry Potter
Pairing: Kagome/?
Genre: Romance/Adventure
Rated: M for Mature Content
R.I.P – Alan Rickman
(Severus Snape)
Remember
The Half-Blood Prince
~ALWAYS~
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July 29h, 1980
The calm wind and warm night that had fallen over the Malfoy Manor was a welcomed serenity. Especially in comparison to the far more erratic rainstorm that had been heavily beating against the windows of the Mansion early that day. Pained cries were drowned out by the storm. Even the Crucio curse that she'd unleashed on the nursemaid for being of 'no use' was consumed by the gale outside. Now, Rodolphus sat on the bed beside Bellatrix, supporting her as they both stared down at the sleeping babe in her arms. Wrapped in a soft black blanket, lace lining the edges. The infants' little fingers were curled tightly into fists, and her tiny toes curled in just as tightly. She was soft little thing, with a small tuff of black silk overtop her head, a button of a nose, and a powder of petal pink flush on her cheeks from the difficult birth. Her eyes gave way no change in color, and they'd been told that there would be no change for at least three to six months.
"Such a tiny thing isn't she." It was no question, as she ran her thumb along the soft baby cheek of her little girl. "What you s'pose we call her?"
"Could name her after your mum,"
"Druella?" Bellatrix scoffed, "nothing more original, dear?"
"Original? Should it be on continent or off?"
She quirked a brow, "what do you know of off continent names? Nothing of the North American Magical Communities, I hope. They think themselves so much posher because of their Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! They also have little regard towards Pureblood supremacy!"
"...what of Asia? I traveled there with the Dark Lord not long back, to speak with the Ministry of Magic based in Japan." Rodolphus said as he watched his wife's eyes take on a shine.
"A Japanese name then? Do you know any at the top of your head?"
"Well, while we were there, we paid a visit to the Minister's home, their daughter had been lost in a time-traveling incident...but, her name had been, Kagome."
"Kagome...Ka-go-me, Kagome, hm, it's pleasing. I quite like it. Did his daughter never return home?"
"Afraid not, in his old age, he mentioned that she'd vanished when she was fifteen, and he hadn't seen her since, nearly thirty years ago."
"A shame," she feigned heartache, "but no matter!" She smiled, "Kagome Druella Lestrange, I would think the name was meant for her, it has such a lovely sound."
On that night, Kagome Druella Lestrange was born to Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange, at 9:47 pm, Tuesday, July 29th, 1980.
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November 23rd, 1983
The arrest of many Dark families came a few years following the Dark Lord's fall. In the kitchen of the Malfoy Manor, a house-elf by the name of Dobby was carefully walking backward with a young Draco Malfoy, while Jipsy played in the living room with the slightly younger Kagome Lestrange. The toddlers were none the wiser that their parents had been taken in for questioning. Supposedly.
The door to the manor was suddenly yanked open, slamming against the wall as a pair of sharp heels clacked against the marble floor. "Kagome, mummy's back!"
Jipsy's ears drooped a bit as she helped guide the toddler to her feet, with a little help, the toddler was smiling and walking towards the direction of the foyer where Bellatrix was standing with Rodolphus. Immediately, Jipsy could smell the blood in the air, the stains hidden by the black of the wild dress her Mistress wore. "Little miss has been waiting for you, Misses. She's most joyous of yours and Messrs return." Jipsy said with a charm that had one over a good number of witches and wizards in her time, even the two she served treated her far better than how'd she'd seen her fellow elves treated.
"Very good, where's my nephew?"
"Dobby is with the young, sir, shall Jipsy go gather them?"
"No, bring the two to the Lestrange Mansion. I imagine my sister and brother in law won't be back for some time."
Rodolphus chuckled, "the Ministry does seem to take its time with this sort a'thing."
A rare smile found her small lips, and Bellatrix let the baby snuggle into her wild black locks before she walked outside and disappeared with Side-Along apparition.
Rodolphus met his wife in the living room of their estate, the many wards in place around their home kept out a good number of undesirables. Muggleborns, Halfbreeds, and Blood-traitors alike. Should anyone not of Pureblood ancestry try to walk through their doors, specifically those of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, Weasley not included. They would immediately be blasted away. Such was the protection of the Lestrange Manor. "How long till they find the bodies, you think?"
"Give em' a few days...not like we hid em'." She cackled, "I would wager they'd not expect us to go out looking for the Dark Lord. I know he's not gone!"
"Of course not, my love. We will both look for him. His most loyal will..."
"His most loyal..." she cooed as she looked into the big blue eyes of her daughter, "she's such a charmer. Like her father," she turned at a pop and grinned. Draco saw her and came waddling up to her on wobbly legs. The house-elves gave a small bow and waited for instructions. "Until my sister is out of the Ministry's shackles, you'll both remain here t' care for the children while we are away. No one knows of Kagome, and so long as I have any say, they ought never to find out. This means that we are the last place they'd expect to find children housed."
"Yes, Misses~" Jipsy bowed.
Dobby followed suit, "Dobby will be happy to watch over master's son."
"Good, now the both of you vanish from my sight until I call." She cared little for the creatures to see her in such a vulnerable state. So she waited until they left before sitting down and letting herself become immersed with her daughter and nephew for the rest of the evening until she and her husband would leave to go search out their Lord.
This would continue for many more months, and a couple more years even.
December 12th, 1985
"-and as they flew past the stars and comets, the phoenix taught them: in the multitude of words, there certainly are mistakes. It is difficult to get a good word; it is easy to give a bad one. And much mischief comes from opening the mouth! She had also taught them the power of Wisdom, Clear Sight, Equality, Generosity, and Right Judgement. So then, when they drew, the spirit of the phoenix really did come through, the end."
"Daddy,"
Rodolphus looked to his daughter, who was wrapped warmly in a soft blanket by his side, "what's it?"
"Mum fell asleep," she whispered so not to wake her mother who'd been listening keenly to him read to their daughter. He glanced at the wild and deadly beauty on his other side; a smirk played on his lips. "You both are out late always,"
Rodolphus frowned; every day, he thought of hanging up his Death Eaters robes, if only to be with his daughter a while longer. Yet still, he and his wife went out prowling the night for their next hunt as they searched out their Dark Lord. Torturing and killing all who provided them no further leads to their Master. They would return and spend the remainder of the day with their daughter. It got to the point where their daughter would now sleep while they slept and stay awake while they were out. This, they were told by Jipsy, started a year ago. "I'm sorry love, daddy and mummy have to find their master so that we can eliminate the world of those who would steal our magic."
"Steal it!?" She gasped, her hands both flew to her lips as though shocked at the thought that someone might come and steal away her mother and father's magic.
"Filthy Mudbloods...those greedy and disgusting Muggleborns...filthy!" Bellatrix murmured after being woken by her daughter's fussing.
"Are they like the Muggles that teach dance?"
Bellatrix sighed, "not quite. Though your teacher is a Muggle, she isn't a Mudblood. She's just a nasty non-magical human."
"Ekhm!" Rodolphus glared hard at Bellatrix.
"Not to say that your dance teacher is nasty..." she corrected herself, "just most Muggles are."
"Don't repeat this to anyone at your dance class, love. We agreed that you could learn it since it's something you wanted to do, but not if you go talking up about the wizarding world."
Kagome nodded, "I won't tell daddy!"
Bellatrix grinned menacingly, "I'll have to take care of anyone you talk about magic with, and that's extra work for mommy."
"No, no, you work too much, mommy!" Kagome climbed over her father and snuggled in between the two of them. She laid in her moms' arms as Rodolphus set the book he'd been reading aside. The Girl Who Drew A Phoenix was one of her favorites, and well-read throughout the few years she'd had it. That one and The Boy Who Painted Dragons was read many times, enough that her parents were sure she'd have them memorized by now.
"Once we find the Dark Lord...things will be easier for us. I promise you, love."
It was the first night where Rodolphus had chosen to let both his wife and daughter sleep instead of going out hunting down information for their Lord; it was the last night too.
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Me: Here is chapter two~ I hope you all enjoy this story so far. It's only been two chapters, so I know not much can be decided from the story thus far, but let us see how it goes!