Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, Harry Potter, or anything. Maybe that'll make the tiny voices go away.
Summary: After a huge fight with Inuyasha, a mysterious boy shows up on Kagome's doorstep. Harry Potter's lifestyle brings new magic to her life, and the ways of Hogwarts, but will it bring love as well?
AN: I don't know what the pairings, so I'll need for people to vote for them. There are certain options, because I refuse to write others. There are four categories: Harry Potter and Kagome Higurashi, Draco Malfoy and Kagome Higurashi, Neville Longbottom and Kagome Higurashi, or Inuyasha and Kagome Higurashi.
Here they are:
Kagome/Harry-
Kikyo/Inuyasha
Hermione/Draco
Kagome/Harry-
Kikyo/Inuyasha
Hermione/Ron
Kagome/Harry-
Kikyo/Inuyasha
Hermione/Neville
Kagome/Draco-
Kikyo/Inuyasha
Hermione/Harry
Kagome/Draco-
Kikyo/Inuyasha
Hermione/Ron
Kagome/Draco-
Kikyo/Inuyasha
Hermione/Neville
Kagome/Neville-
Kikyo/Inuyasha
Hermione/Draco
Kagome/Neville-
Kikyo/Inuyasha
Hermione/Harry
Kagome/Neville-
Kikyo/Inuyasha
Hermione/Ron
Kagome/Inuyasha
Kikyo/Death
Hermione/Ron
Kagome/Inuyasha
Kikyo/Death
Hermione/Draco
Kagome/Inuyasha
Kikyo/Death
Hermione/Harry
Kagome/Inuyasha
Kikyo/Death
Hermione/Neville
Kagome/Harry and Kagome/Inuyasha-
Chapter One
After going through the entire 'ordeal' of convincing Inuyasha to let her come home, Kagome jumped through the well, feeling the familiar pull and seeing the same eerie blue glow that brought her to her well house, five hundred years after her argument. After somehow dragging her gargantuan, nearly empty, yellow backpack up the ladder, she trudged through the un-raked leaves towards the house. Kagome made a mental note to get revenge on her brother for not doing his chores, he only had one during this time of year, and he didn't even start. She walked in the door, her deep blue eyes scanning the rooms to see if her family was home. When she didn't see anyone, she dropped her backpack at the foot of the stairs and headed to the kitchen. There, on the counter, was a note from her mother;
'Dear Kagome,
When you didn't come home in time, we had to leave. Your grandfather, Souta and I had to attend to a family emergency in Kyoto. Your great-grandmother is having some trouble with her liver, and needed some emotional support. The number to reach us is on the fridge, and there's enough money in the 'special place' that I told you about for about a month. I believe we'll be back within a week or two, but just in case… I love you and we left on Tuesday. There are enough frozen meals and snacks for about three weeks.
Love,
Momma'
Kagome reread the note twice, making sure she had gotten all the details, and then, got out one of the frozen meals, and started heating the oden. Her mother, knowing her so well, had mixed her favorite meals in with the ones she didn't like as much, had also made sure that her favorite meal was on top. She silently thanked her mother as she went into the living room and reached under the corner of the rug, nearest the television, finding around nine hundred dollars and three sutras there. She shook her head, snickering, and turned it over to find a note from her grandfather that simply told her to use them wisely and that there were more stashed in her room. She heard the timer for the snack and brought it into the living room. She sat on the couch and started to eat, turning on the TV to her favorite show.
As the credits rolled, she quickly washed the few dishes, jogged up the stairs, and dragged the backpack up the stairs. The contents of the bag were thrown on the floor and sorted into different piles to put away; dirty clothes, trash that was kept in order to keep it from spreading through the Sengoku Judai, lists of things to get that she randomly dropped, and books. Shaking her head, she put everything in its proper place, and sighed as she finally dropped on the floor. She then changed into a dark blue tank top and pajama pants, both with light blue spots on the pants, but stopped moving suddenly and listened as she heard something in the house.
She had almost grabbed her bow and arrows and run downstairs, when she realized she had left the TV on. Kagome shook her head and groaned quietly, muttering how stupid she was. As she pushed the power button on the three year old set, she heard a thump at the door. Going to investigate, she opened the door to find a boy, about her age, lying crumpled and unconscious, right outside the threshold. He looked like he had fallen into the bushes, and rolled over to the door. Hearing his quiet groan of pain, she carefully dragged him inside and laid him on the couch. Going back outside, she found a broken broomstick and a small, crumpled piece of paper sitting where he had been.
Kagome went into the kitchen and wet a clean towel, folding it over, and came back in putting it on his head lightly. He groaned again, and turned his head, allowing the short mess of black hair to move aside. His glasses were broken and his face was flushed, with a bruise forming on his cheek. The oddest thing was the scar; it was directly in the middle of his forehead, where Kagome had just tried to put the ice pack, but shaped like a bolt of lightning. The thing that attracted Kagome's attention was that it pulsed lightly. She put her finger to it gently and found that she could feel it.
When she looked at her hands to make sure she wasn't shaking, she realized they were covered in blood. It came to her suddenly that the boy was bleeding onto the couch, from about thirty small cuts on his arms and chest, which were bleeding through his long sleeved shirt. She jogged to the bathroom, digging through the cabinets and finding the first aid kit she had been looking for. The last person she had used it on was Inuyasha, and remembering the gigantic gashes he had had, she shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the image. Kagome almost tripped, jogging down the stairs, but righted herself, not wanting to give the strange boy the time to lose anymore blood.
As sat on the end of the couch, next to his feet, she took a moment to truly look at him. He was a little older than her, perhaps seventeen to her sixteen, with short, unruly black hair and that very interesting scar. His eyes were closed, fluttering often, as though he was trying to wake up, and he kept making small noises and moans. He had a skinny, yet slightly muscular body, almost like Miroku's, and was dressed in a green long sleeved shirt and black pants. He also wore a long black jacket, or cloak, depending on what you wanted to call it. She carefully removed it, and realized she would have to take off his shirt to treat his wounds.
She blushed and gingerly pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his chest and arms, all covered in small cuts and bruises, except for the one large bruise on his stomach. She started to treat them all, pouring on the antiseptic and bandaging them. As she did, she was trying not to hurt him, but had just noticed that about half of the cuts were pink around the edges and bubbling under the spray of the antiseptic, when she heard a quiet cough. She looked at his face to find green eyes staring intently back at her, filled with curiosity, and blushed at the realization that she was leaning over a shirtless guy while he slept.
The guy seemed not to notice or not to care, as his eyes locked on hers and he murmured in English, "What's going on?"
She looked back at him, wondering what she should say, and smiled lightly, slowly remembering the English that her father had taught her when she was younger, "I'm Kagome, and I'm bandaging your cuts. I have no idea how you got them, but they don't look really bad. It's just like a lot of little scratches, except for the big bruise on your stomach. How are you feeling?"
He closed his eyes for a minute, trying to test his movement abilities and what exactly he would say, then opened them again, "I'm a little sore, and it'll probably hurt to sit up, but I'm ok. And, my name's Harry. Where are we?" Harry noted the slight accent in her words, realizing that he would have to hold back from saying things like 'bloody' for a while, just in case.
"We're inside my house," she thought a moment, then added, "in Tokyo, Japan. When I found you in the doorway, it looked like you'd hit pretty hard. I also found a broken broomstick and a piece of paper next to you." His eyes widened slightly and she looked at him curiously. He blushed lightly and then somehow conveyed with his eyes that he didn't really want to elaborate. She nodded and smiled.
"Do you want some aspirin or something? It might help with those bruises." Harry's eyes widened again, and he struggled to look at himself, not realizing the obvious restraints of having bones applied to him. Kagome noticed the problem and grabbed a small mirror on the table, handing it to him, and gesturing to his chest and arms. About half of the small injuries were bandaged, and the rest were either reacting to the peroxide or waiting idle for treatment. He reddened lightly, realizing he wasn't wearing a shirt and tried to sit up a little, but immediately groaned loudly in pain from the large purplish mark across his stomach. Kagome started to maneuver the pillows around him, trying to make him comfortable, but once she realized he was already in the best position, she settled for finishing his bandaging. He sat patiently, waiting for her to finish, and once she did, he smiled a little more.
"Thanks, Kagome." She nodded and returned the smile.
"So, um… where are you from, Harry?" Harry looked uncomfortable for a moment, and Kagome hurried to say something, "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer. I don't mean to intrude."
Harry sounded just as uncomfortable as she did, "It's ok, I mean, you did let me into your house and help me out. I'm from England, but I'm here on an errand. The headmaster of my school sent me, but it's supposed to be a big secret."
"Really?" Kagome looked a bit astonished, "He sent you on an international errand?" Harry nodded, feeling strangely proud that he'd impressed the girl.
As he lifted slightly, he grimaced quietly in pain, "Um, Kagome? Could I take you up on the offer of the pain medicine? Maybe, that would help me get up." Kagome simply nodded and rushed up the stairs, coming back down with a small white bottle. She put it on the table, and went into the kitchen. Harry heard water running and she came back with a filled glass. All the warnings about unmarked pills and medication flew from his mind as she sat down next to him. He smiled, thanking her, as she handed him two small pills and the water.
"That should help the pain. If it doesn't, let me know, ok?" Harry nodded and swallowed the pills. He then laid back on the couch, cushioning his head with his arms, and closed his eyes for a moment, opening them as soon as he felt Kagome stop moving on the couch. Kagome sat at his feet, having pulled out a sketchbook from somewhere, and was doodling in pencils. He watched her, silently noticing the details of the girl who helped him so much, without even knowing his name. She had long black hair, with a odd natural dark blue tint, which matched her deep blue eyes. He couldn't stray away from them; they held such beauty and kindness, with an underlying message 'Don't make me mad.' Her shape was amazing, especially considering Harry had a fetish for Asian girls. Her hair was pushed back over her shoulder, to keep it out of her way, as she leaned over the book. She wore a simple blue shirt, no sleeves, and long pants that stayed near her legs just enough to make him keep looking.
Harry mentally smiled; the medicine must have been kicking in because, normally, he wouldn't have stared at her this long. The darn stuff had a strange side affect of perversion. He sat up slowly, trying not to disturb Kagome, but in the end, she still looked up anyway. When she saw he could sit up without much pain, she smiled, and moved over so he could sit comfortably. For a while, they sat in the slightly uncomfortable, yet still easy silence, until Kagome interrupted it, seeming to be remembering something.
"Hey, I'll be right back, ok?" At his nod, she rushed up the stairs, and came back down, carrying a small package. She opened it and inside was a small canister of cream. She gestured for him to lay back and started rubbing the stuff on his arms, chest and stomach, blushing lightly.
Harry blushed too, "This is supposed to help you heal faster. Whenever I get hurt, or my little brother, my mom puts this on us." Harry nodded, and sat up, picking his shirt off the coffee table and pulling it on, gingerly.
"Thanks," Kagome smiled, "So, is it just you, and your mom and brother, or…" He trailed off, letting her fill in the blanks.
"I live here with my grandfather, brother, mother, and lazy fat cat. Speaking of Buyo, he's around here somewhere." Kagome turned around at a small meow and turned back holding a large cat. It meowed again, sticking it's paw out at Harry. Harry looked confused for a moment, then decided on fitting the paw in his hand and shaking it. Kagome giggled, and it was Buyo's turn to look confused. Kagome put the cat down and it sauntered over to Harry. He watched the large feline as it dropped itself into his lap, repositioning itself to its leisure, and dropped his head down. Kagome reached over and started to pet it, giggling more as it purred. Harry smiled and rubbed the cat's ears lightly. They sat calmly like that for a few minutes before the purring stopped and was replaced by the soft breathing of the cat.
The moment that Harry stopped petting the cat, his stomach growled loudly. His face reddened and Kagome laughed quietly, "I guess you're hungry. We have a lot of stuff in the kitchen." She stood and smiled at him. When he started to stand up, she jumped to help him, trying to make sure he didn't hurt himself again. Once they were both standing, she led him to the kitchen, and opened the fridge, peering inside.
"Well, Harry, do you want to try some Japanese foods, or we have some western foods. It's your choice." She looked at him expectantly.
He thought for a minute, then smiled, "How about we do some of both?" She smiled back and nodded. He walked over and went over to the refrigerator, looking over her shoulder. His eye was caught by hot dogs, and noodle dish he had never seen.
Once they had begun cooking, and had settled into a happy silence, Harry's curiosity got the better of him, "Kagome?" At her nod, he continued, "What's your school like? I mean, I know what schools are like, but I have a friend who always is reading or wondering about things that she can't find in books."
Kagome said nothing for a while, wondering what to say. For a minute, she considered telling Harry that she was sick a lot, and that she didn't get out much, but then she mentally shook her head. He didn't need to think that he was sickly.
Finally she knew what to say, "It's really just about the same as western school. I know this because when I was little, my father took me to England, then to America, and I met some kids my age. One main difference between my life and yours is after school. You see, this is a Shinto shrine, and currently, my grandfather is the shrine keeper, but I'm supposed to take over later. " She pulled out some plates and juice, showing him the bottle for his approval. At his nod, she pulled out some glasses, filled them up a little more than halfway, and set them out on the counter.
Harry nodded, "Sounds cool," he made a mental note that that was the first time she had mentioned her father.
"So, Harry, besides the 'ultra-secret mission' from your headmaster, what's your life like?" Her eyes glinted mischievously at him, like she was plotting something and laughing at the same time.
Harry smiled back, "I go to school in England. It's a private school, and apparently my parents went there when they were younger. They were killed by a very powerful wi… –man, who has a lot of followers. He disappeared a while back, and came back a few years ago." Harry realized he'd been rambling about Voldemort, and had tried to hide the wizarding aspect of his life, but he realized Kagome was really involved in the story, as though she was curious about the rest, and yet a little sympathetic. He hurried to fix the damage, "It's not that bad now that I look back, I mean, I have some people who consider me like a son…" Harry was cut off by the sudden realization that Kagome was hugging him.
When she broke away from him, she looked directly in his eyes and gave him a look that immediately made him feel warm and somewhat happy. She gave him another hug, but pulled away quickly, blushing lightly, when she heard the noodles begin to overheat. Kagome started moving them around in the pan, keeping her eyes on the noodles. Harry watched her quietly and pulled the hot dogs out, saying nothing as he put half on her plate and half on his. Once she had done the same with the noodles, they both sat down at the table, in a slightly awkward silence….
AN: I'm going to leave it like this to see if anyone actually reads this much. Hope you like it.