Chapter 4

Babies, Lupin, and Sit!

Two different dreams at the same times. It doesn't matter which you read first, choose who you wanna read first. Harry or Yashie. It doesn't matter. Again, no matter what you choose the story will stay the same.

Harry:

He stood in a church, many people in black were leaving as he stood over his own dead body, in a casket.

He could not wish for this type of death, he was an old man. Though all his hopes now was not dying at seventeen from Voldemort. He smiled slightly at the white hair and frayed hands. This was not the worst way to go.

It was also curious because Yashie had not been there. Secretly, he had been hoping to see her as a little old lady being hugged by their children and danced around by their grandchildren. But no luck. He heard someone who must have been his daughter speak. And an unknown women with dark red hair. But none of his Yashie.

There was a shift in the darkness at the end of the church. A dark cloaked figure came through the church doors to the aisle.

Suddenly the church windows lightened casting light on the figure. It walked gracefully towards where his body lay. A leather glove reach out and touched each of the churches seats as the figure slowly came to where the old body lay. Slowly taking off a long leather glove the figure under cloak touched his face with their tanned hand.

'Watashi wa, watashi-tachi wa issho ni ai o suru koto wa dekimasuga, anata ni itta dake shi ga anata o shōhi suru koto ga dekimasu. Kesshite I.' The figure whispered in Japanese. Unknowingly Harry translated in his head. "I told you, We can never be together love, only death can consume you. Never I."

Slowly and unforgettably the figure undid her cloak.

There was many shocking things about her. One, It was Yashie. Two she was wearing a black corseted dress with a million buttons where the skirt went to her knees. Also she was wearing black high tops and her silver hair in a neat bun. But the most shocking this of all was…

He was an old man, But she hadn't aged a day.

'Harry. I've watched you.' she whisper to the old man. Sitting on the table beside the casket. 'I hope you had a good life with Ginny.' and slowly bent and kissed his dead lips gently. With a tear falling off her nose onto his unknowing face, she stood up and turned to walk away.

'Yashie!' He screamed running after her. And as soon as he went to touch her…

Harry woke up with a start. Sitting up in his closely wrapped sleeping bag he looked at Yashie. She was sitting up also, sweat shining on her forehead. She had a nightmare as well.

Yashie:

This was defiantly my fathers vision. I was in the same house I had been in with my last vision. Only I was beside Myself. Literally.

I was human, my hair was tied in a messy bun. And boy was I huge! My belly stretched out away from my body. The long dress almost met the floor in the back. The silver silk was pulled up in the front by the sheer size of me.

I was leaning against the counter with my eyes shut tight, breathing heavy.

Suddenly the back door flew open and my mother came flying to me. ' Are you okay? Do you think your…?' My mother trailed off unable to finish because I gave a moan.

'Kami, it hurts!' I whimpered grabbing my stomach. 'I got to. I gotta…' I tried to let go of the counter and I fell backwards onto the floor. Someone came in through the kitchen door yelling. Harry, a little older, like me, crouched beside me wearing black wizard robes.

'Yashie, are you okay!' Harry cried in agony.

'Oh, yeah. Time of my life right here.'

Harry smirked, 'let's get you into bed.' He whispered in my ear. Kagome grabbed his wrist.

'Don't move her,' Her eyes narrowed on me. 'I made that mistake when I was pregnant with her. If she moves the baby will react and cause her more pain. Who knows what it would damage.'

Harry's face reddened with anger 'Well what are we supposed to do? Leave her here?' His voice was a little strained as I let out another pain filled gasp of air. I wanted to close my eyes. You in your own agony was not something you wanted to watch.

My mother looked at him with a soften look, with that same looked my mother looked at me and asked. 'How much pain are you in? One to Ten? Is it the worst you've ever felt?'

I looked her in the eyes. 'Eight… and a half. No.'

My mother nodded 'Okay, take her to bed.'

I moaned as Harry grabbed me under the arm pits and yanked me up. Suddenly the was a whoosh sound and the bottom of my dress was wet.

I let out a scream, a piecing tear jerking scream. Harry moved me to see the liquid on the floor. It wasn't water like it was supposed to be. It was blood.

Suddenly I felt myself thrown into the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. My mother was running beside a doctor who raise down stairs. I recognized him. He was a demon.

'So this is InuYasha the half demon?' The doctor panted as they ran up stairs.

'Yes!' You got to hurry!' My mother cried and the doctor sprinted out of sight. My mother raced into a door with screaming in it.

I was crying in agony. I knew that this part was supposed to be painful. But I defiantly had been in more pain before. I watched as my own blood seeped everywhere as they were trying to get the thing.

I knew it was over when the screaming was replaced by a baby crying. As people rushed out of the door holding a tiny female bloody thing. I hit the back wall ready to run for it.

I had a blanket over most of me, but what I could see was covered in blood. A heart monitor was attached to me so Harry and my mother could see the tiny "beep…beep…beep…"

Just then, my pulse stopped all together. Everything went dark.

'No!' I screamed, sitting up and looked over at Harry. His sweat smeared passed gave away the fact that he had had a nightmare as well.

'You okay?' I asked. My voice was hoarse like I looked at terrified as I felt.

Harry nodded. 'You?'

I laid back down on the sleeping bag. 'What was your about?' I reached over and grabbed his hand. He smiled.

'Um…' His eyes flickered to his refection in the window. ' Voldemort. Yours?'

I gripped the inside of the bag. ' Naraku.'

He nodded and crawled out of his sleeping bag. 'I'm going to take a look around.' bowing out of the room, carefully avoiding himself in the mirror.

I sat there for a long time, off in my own little world.

I imagined James. The boy in my dream, who was arrogant, and I could tell could get close to Fred and George.

The I thought about the bloody thing. It was beautiful now that the picture in my head, looking passed the blood and everything else.

The little girl had black hair, green eyes lie Harry. But Fangs, sharp nails ( though it didn't look like it), and touch tinted skin from me.

I gasped, suddenly I was feeling it. The burn of everything, the draining of fluids from my body, the gut wrenching pain that every women gets but twisted worse in a burning a the thing fought an unknowing battle.

But it wasn't. I was Naraku, twisting in agony locked inside his body, Relentlessly dwelling on the fact that the child who released him had still avoided death. She was marked, he could get to her. And yet… the moment her dominator had made her consider mating she was gone. Like the bound to him was double strong, like Harry Potter was trying to pick a fit. Like Kikyo.

Kikyo…

The women who hadn't come to him even in death, the women who he had fought out of the jewel to see again. Only to discover she had died by the pathetic girl…

The girl… Ruined every plan he had ever set out. Was this the Miko's will? The one that he had crushed in the jewel. The women that Kagome existed on?

The jewel never granted your true wish did it?

Kagome had said that. He smirked. Yashie was truly her daughter. She had picked the man with the most dangerous enemy. He remembered when Riddle came to him, the day after Kagome's daughter set him free…

'Who are you.' Naraku asked looking at the proud looking boy through in his human eyes.

'I am Tom Riddle, Naraku.' The man replied.

Naraku smirked. He was sitting in his castle on a bed mat. Slowly, he motioned Tom Riddle forward. He strutted over kneeling beside him.

'And what would you like?' he whispered this. Kagura was in the next room.

'I want you to help me take over the wizarding world.' Tom Riddle said soothingly, like the words where melting butter on his tongue.

'and you'll give me?'

Riddle smiled and held out his hand. In the palm of it was not one, or even four, but seven Shikon no- Tama shards. That would make his jewel almost complete. 'These, for your help, and a little power.'

Laying them on the floor, Riddle closed his eyes. A open invitation. 'Alright Riddle.' Naraku smirked. 'Here's the deal. I'll give you 20 years. One this day and you do not please me your as dead as any mortal. All you need to do, is kill InuYasha Higurashi.'

Riddle nodded.

Then there was a shriek of agony as he burst into flame, rising out, was a snake man. Voldemort.

'Ron! RON! Get up here, quick!' Hermione's voice ripped through my agony.

Even though it was not my name I knew this was big. So as I jogged up with Ron we did not speak to anxious to talk.

'R.A.B!' squealed Hermione pointing to the door. It was a name of a death eater that had died years ago.

They searched the room, but something else caught my eye.

There was a picture of what I assumed was Sirius, because he looked exactly how Harry had described him, beside him was Lupin, a man my father met many years ago, Wormtail the traitor. My father also met him years ago. When he searched Godric Hallows for a lead on Dumbledore. 'Harry!' I squealed as I took a closer look at the four last people in the picture.

It was My mother, in witch robes, my father, in wizard robes looking the same age as Lily and James Potter who were all sitting on a couch in a cozy living room. On Lily's lap was a baby Harry. While a six-ish Kayla and I smiling on the floor. I couldn't remember any of this.

'How can Harry looking like this, but you two look so much older, aren't you Seventeen?' Asked Ron.

My heart jumped into my mouth, I tasted blood. Coming up with my story to cover up. I couldn't exactly say "We bounce around different times, I could see myself in twenty years tomorrow. Oh, by the way I'm 200 years old..' yeah, they would react well to that I was the definition of cougar.

' Half-breeds grow a hell of a lot quicker then humans.' I lied quickly. It was true. Just not that much.

Harry was suddenly on his feet, blank eyes staring into space. 'The Locket…' He muttered to himself.

'That's what we're searching for.' Ron snorted sarcastically.

Harry shook his head and shouted 'Kreacher!'

There was a crack and a old house elf, he looked like he had maybe twenty years left ( which wasn't long to a house elf) wrapped in a dirty loin cloth thing. 'Master' He said in a bull frog voice. He bows whispering to his knees 'Bringing the Mudblood and Blood traitor back in to mistress's house…'

'I forbid you to call anyone "Mudblood" or "Blood traitor." ' Harry shot as an order, He was the Master.

I wave of feeling came on me. That poor elf had an unwanted Master-Servant relationship with Harry.

For the first time I wasn't seeing Harry very well.

His bug eyes twitched to me as I growled. 'You also disgrace mistress further, by bringing a Half-Breed in to-'

'How dare you!' I shrieked taking back every sorry feeling I ever had for the creature. I lunged at him as Harry said the word I was regretting.

'Sit,!' He cried I slammed into the ground with such force my nose broke. I still bounded to my feet as I went after the thing again as Harry cried 'Sit! Sit Sit! SIT!'

I broke right through the floor to the stone floor in the kitchen, crying out with pain I felt the wait of the spell bind me, and along with the pain I slowly lost conciseness.

'Everything's fine, thanks… We're going to have a baby….'

That was odd. I didn't recognize the voice. I hoped it wasn't Ron. It was defiantly a mans voice. No, I'm sure I'd smelled something different about Hermione.

Everything was fuzzy again, Until I heard a whoosh, a slam, and a grunt of pain from Harry, I was up in front of him in a protective crouch. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Remus Lupin twirl out the door and Apperate.

It was Lupin he couldn't be the threat. I stayed touching distance as the three of them argued testing the airs scent. No threat.

'So what did I miss?' waving down Harry who had opened his mouth in apology. 'I don't care Harry, your power to choose how you want to.'

Hermione shot off. 'Kreacher's hunting down the person who had the locket last while Lupin wanted to join us because Tonks is having a baby.' I nodded, secretly feeling relief that I was completely wrong about Hermione and Ron.

There was a crack and an unusual grunt as Kreacher had returned from his hunt.