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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December 25th, 1985
Christmas lights twinkled in the living room as a young Kagome Druella Lestrange walked cautiously down the stairs. It had been hours since her mother and father had been taken away by Aurors. Hours, until Jipsy had finally let the shield on her room fall. The house-elf padded behind Kagome as she let the girl wander around.
Large eyes stared sadly at the girl, watching her walk towards the perfectly wrapped presents before she slowly sank to her knees in front of one of the boxes. "Misses?"
"Jipsy...can I open them? Mummy and Daddy said I should wait till they were here to open them, but..."
Jipsy walked over to her young mistress and kneeled beside her. "They shall be the last gifts that misses gets from her parents for a long time; misses should open them. Would the young misses like to be alone?"
"Yes, please..."
POP
Nearly an hour had passed since Jipsy had left her by herself. Kagome was leaning back against the wall by the tree. In a pile beside her were dance outfits and a pair of ballet shoes. Books and a locket. The locket had a picture of her mother and father on one side, and all three of them on the other side. She held it carefully in her hand but didn't put it on. She didn't want to choose between the one she wore and the one she held. One more present was under the tree, and she hadn't decided if she wanted to open it yet. It was small, about as big as the palm of her hand. Finally, she pushed away from the wall and pulled herself across the floor to the last gift. Giving the silver ribbon a careful pull, it fell away with specks of glitter falling to the floor; her small fingers tore at the paper slowly. She pulled the lid from the small white box; another chain lay atop a soft tiny satin white pillow, with a thick and sturdy key attached to the end. As she lifted the key out of the box, tears burned in her eyes as she came to a slow and painful realization. "...I really, really hate Christmas..."
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January 1st, 1986
Kagome looked at the clothes in her closet; they were light-colored, nothing like the darker clothes she'd gotten used to at home. Light blue, pink, her mother would probably throw a fit if she saw these dresses. "Aunt Cissy, um..."
Lucius smirked, "Cissy, dear...this is too much of a change for her. I've never seen your sister dress Kagome in such attire."
Kagome shook her head, "mum preferred darker colors." She stepped away from the closet, turning away from it, she sat down on her new bed. The room was large, like hers back at...home, just as elegant, but still a bit, light.
"I'm sorry dear, should you prefer it if we send Jipsy to grab some of your clothes from home?"
"...well, I need to get my dance clothes too..."
"Dance?" Lucius stared openly, shocked at what he'd just heard, "Bella had you in dance classes?"
"Ballet..." she bowed her head, she hadn't told anyone yet, but she'd stopped practicing after her mom and dad were taken. She felt sick every time she tried to do her stretches. If she decided to do a pirouette, her heart would ache ever so painfully in her chest, and she usually ended up crying.
"That's...unlike my sister..." Narcissa Malfoy frowned, "Kagome, who teaches you?"
"A muggle dancer, mum paid for all my classes already. My teacher is the best in Ballet and, con-tem-porary." She sounded the word out to make sure she said it right, having practiced before when she'd heard of it.
"A muggle?!"
Kagome blanched, sliding off her bed and nodding as she did. Her hand moved to the bird skull around her neck, nervously she fiddled with it. "Mum and daddy hate Muggleborns, and Half-Bloods, and Blood Traitors all!" She nodded to herself, "they are disgusting...but...I wanted to dance, and mum said, if this one thing were what would make me happy, she'd make sure I had it. So, she and daddy looked for the best dancer and found her. Am I still allowed to dance?"
Narcissa glanced uncertainly at Lucius, who looked like he wanted to say something. He turned away, facing the doorway with a hand over his mouth as he carefully considered his next words.
Lucius sighed, he glanced back at Kagome, greyish blue eyes took her in. Her bowed head, her fidgeting fingers, her wild black hair that was falling into her eyes. Lucius dropped his hand on his wife's shoulder before he stepped past her and up to Kagome. He knelt before her, placing the snakehead of his cane beneath her chin and lifted it. Meeting Kagome's eyes for the first time since they brought her to their home. "...Kagome, if you want to dance, I won't take that from you. Whatever you need, don't hesitate to ask us. We are your family too, don't forget that."
Narcissa watched as Kagome threw her arms around her husbands' shoulders; his cane was knocked out of his hand in that single motion. Leaning down, she picked it up as he stood with the small girl in his arms. She couldn't imagine how her sister had been raising the girl but watching her hide her face in her husband's hair...it broke her heart, listening to the girl cry. "I am going to go and check on Draco," she said softly, excusing herself from the room as she left her husband to console the heartbroken child.
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Me: Here is the fourth chapter; it's been written for a while naturally. I wonder how many chapters I'll have written by the time you guys get to read this; hoarding has never been my strong point. Anyways, I hope you like the story thus far.