Miracle Child
Summary: She was born like others of her year in a time of war. She was brought up in the shadow 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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September 13th, 1991
"We have double potions with Gryffindor today, Herbology with Ravenclaw and D.A.D.A, Charms and History of Magic with Hufflepuff. Oh, damn!" Turning around, Kagome started off back toward Slytherin Common room.
"Where are you going?"
"You will live without me, Draco. I just forgot my Potions Book on my bed."
Theo laughed at the flush on Draco's cheeks. It was no secret that Draco was both clingy and protective of his cousin. Rounding a corner, the duo came to a halt at the sight of Harry. He was standing in front of the trophy cabinet where a great many memorabilia for the Quidditch teams over the years were. Theo leaned in a bit to see exactly what had caught the Celebrity Slytherin's attention, "is that your dad?"
"Yeah, I've heard talk about him from Mr. Malfoy. Afraid I haven't heard much that was good about him though. Since I go to the same school, I shouldn't be surprised to find bits and pieces of information here and there."
"Why not ask the Professors about your parents?" Draco suggested. "I mean, they were Gryffindor's, so I'm sure my father's opinion is biased too."
Shaking his head, Harry smiled sadly, "no, I think my dad was honestly a prat if even half of what your father said was true." Catching his reflection, he'd heard a good number of things. One of the few that he held onto, was that he had his mothers' eyes. Green eyes, that were filled with curiosity and charm. Running his hands through his already messy hair, he tried to fix it a bit before brushing his reflection off. Turning to face Draco, he grinned, "let's go eat before we are forced to spend two hours with Gryffindor's."
"You'll make me lose my appetite if you keep talking about them."
"Oh, Draco!"
Looking up from his hand, a sudden sharp pain had stolen his attention only to vanish as quickly as it came. His eyes met one of the other Slytherin's in their year. He knew her by name, but hadn't ever met her prior to Hogwarts. Not like Nott and Zabini. Her name was Pansy Parkinson, she was one of the Sacred, but she was also kind of annoying. Still— Draco bit the inside of his cheek when Theodore pushed him forward.
"Parkinson,"
"Nott,"
Draco barely contained the arch of his brow.
"Parkinson's parents are in tight with Theo's but the heirs don't quite see eye to eye." Blaise whispered to Draco as he shuffled past the group and sat down further down the table. Theo joined him while Draco felt a hand wrap around his arm and tug him down into the seat beside Parkinson.
The laughter coming from Theo and Blaise told Draco that they clearly found this funny. When a sharp pain found his head, he winced and turned around ready to snap at the duffer who thought hitting him with a book was a brilliant idea. "...was that necessary?"
"Why are you sitting here?"
He shrugged, "it was against my will." He moved over to make room for Kagome, only for Pansy to scoot a bit closer, filling the space.
Smiling, Kagome turned gracefully and made her way to Theo and Blaise, both parting a bit so she could sit comfortably between them.
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September 15th, 1991
"Don't, don't!" Kagome pulled her hair out of Draco's reach, glaring at the tie in his hand that he'd been trying to put in her hair. "You're no stylist, Draco!" She snatched the tie out of his hands and brushed her wild curls back out of her face. A high ponytail held her hair from her face as she fixed the training gear on her for the Slytherin's Quidditch team. They were suggested for tryouts and so, a number of first years stood among the second through seventh years that were eying them like they were easy pray.
"Right! Line up you slugs! We've tryouts to start, and thanks to Hooch, our numbers are considerably higher than prior years."
"Blaise, are you not trying out?"
Blaise grinned, shaking his head as he made himself comfortable, "no, no, I only came to watch, la mia bella, good luck."
Again, with his Code Switching manner of speaking. Mixing Italian with English, like she didn't have better things to do than try and figure out what the heck he was saying. Giving Theo a look, she wasn't blind. He obviously knew exactly what Blaise was saying, but had no intention of telling her. In fact, the way her cousin avoided her eyes led her to believe that maybe he too understood some Italian. "When did you start learning Italian?"
"A couple years ago. Mum said that having a couple languages under your cloak makes for a learned gentleman."
Rolling her eyes, she looked at Harry, "Do you know what he's saying too?"
His hands were quick to raise, "I swear, I don't know a lick of Italian. I'm doing well to learn Wizard-speak."
Smirking, she let out a soft laugh, 'Wizard-speak?' Turning her attention to Flint who was mostly ignoring their conversation, not quite taking them seriously, but humoring their Quidditch Coach since she rarely gave the go ahead for first years. She watched as he grouped them against members of the team. Since Slytherin wasn't in need of a new players, they would be playing to defend their spot on the team. That was fine with her. "I wasn't really trying to get on the team, Draco."
Draco shrugged, "it'll give us a reason to use you-know-what."
'True!'
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Hermione stopped at a window in the library. Her eyes looked out at the Quidditch pitch where the Slytherin's were holding their tryouts. It was no surprise that Harry Potter and his friends were being given unfair luxuries that the rest of the first years weren't. Though, the ring leader of the group didn't seem to be the boy-who-lived. In fact, it looked almost like the group was formed around the boy with platinum blonde hair, Draco Malfoy, or that girl who was always with him— Kagome Lestrange. She was something else. Hermione was inclined not to trust her, but at the same time, she'd been there to see her disregard the rules in order to save a Gryffindor.
"Reading again? Do you ever do anything besides study?"
Ignoring the girl who had just walked in, Hermione sat down where she'd stopped. Opening up the book in her hands, she tried to focus on the words before her. Excerpts of Green written by Blair Nightshade. She hadn't had a chance to read what it was about, but the book itself had drawn her eyes. The cover was breathtaking. The faces of three women, beneath it was a strange insignia she was unfamiliar with. The lines that made up something akin to an impossible to complete maze.
"Are you really going to ignore me? Tch, you're so boring."
Even as the girl said this with a smile, Hermione felt a sharp jab in her chest. She was used to being made fun of, though she'd thought it would be different at Hogwarts. Really, why did she think for even a second, that things would be different here. New school, new faces, same social standards and personalities. There's always a group of popular students, there's always bullies... and then there's her. She doubted that she'd ever change. Awkward, uncertain, socially clueless, and pushy. She was a know-it-all, that's what her Potion's Professor had called her. Since then, the Gryffindor's had actually joined in with using the nickname. Closing her eyes, she felt a chair knock hard against the desk she'd sat at, the girl had finally up and left her alone. Silence... she preferred it.
When she opened her eyes again, she was drawn to staring outside. They were still in the midst of tryouts. Like they would be finished after a ten minute session with one of her many dormmates. "...that looks like fun..."
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Me: Chapter sixteen is finished, review and let me know how you like it! I know I said I'd post a new chapter the other day but life got in the way...and...well...review~!