Here's an idea that popped into my head after reading a few bad Inu Yasha crossovers. Hopefully this isn't at all like them. Well, I don't think I've ever read anything similar anyway. Although most of the story takes place in the Harry Potter world, namely London, the story centres mostly on Kagome, which is why I posted it here and not with the other Harry Potter fiction.

I would also like to note that while I mention both London and Tokyo in the story I have never been to either city (Heathrow airport doesn't count as far as I'm concerned) so I hope I haven't made any glaring errors in describing them.

Disclaimer: I also don't own Inu Yasha or Harry Potter. There are other, more talented people who do.

Chapter 1 - Friends and Family

Kagome Higurashi breathed in the London air. She loved how different it felt from her native Tokyo. There was same mixture of past and present in the city, but it was different. The past in Tokyo was hidden, like jewels waiting to be found only by those who wanted to see. In London, the past stood strong and proud, impossible to ignore. The large, stone buildings spoke of a different past than the quiet bamboo structures in Japan.

This history of stone was unknown to Kagome. She found it fascinating. And yet at the same time it frightened her.

At home she lived with her mother and brother Sota in the temple that her grandfather kept. The temple had been her home as far back as she could remember; as a child she had spent countless hours exploring each and every corner of it. Its history was comfortable, familiar.

The stone structures of London seemed harsh and unyielding in comparison and Kagome found herself a bit on edge. Over the last two years her natural instincts had taken quite a workout and she couldn't seem to shake the feeling of being wary of anything unfamiliar. Not distrustful, no, just wary, always watching for possible escape routes or shelters in the back of her mind.

She hadn't always been like that. She still remembered a time when she had been an ordinary teenage girl and the past had been something she read about in school books. Now she was a teenage miko, the reincarnation of a powerful priestess who simply refused to die and a key figure in the quest to assemble the shards of the legendary Shikon jewel and destroy the half-demon Naraku.

Kagome could remember a time when she felt safe going out without the bow and arrows that were currently hidden in her backpack. The arrows she had made herself while in the feudal era, but the bow was a beautifully crafted longbow with a red leather grip. Engraved on either side of the grip were black Japanese characters standing for the four parts of the soul. It was a simple and classic style, yet screamed of modern craftsmanship. Her mother had given it to her on her sixteenth birthday along with a hard-covered case which fit the bow, a quiver of arrows and a servicing kit.

Kagome idly wondered if Inu Yasha had come to fetch her yet. She giggled to herself as she imagined his reaction when he found out she was half-way across the world. She could picture her mother's calm, patient expression as she explained that her daughter was in England, which was a country where they didn't speak Japanese, didn't eat sushi and it would take him several months to travel to even with his supernatural speed.

Kagome had been surprised when she had finally emerged from the well in her own time only to hear she had about two days to pack for a trip to London. Apparently she had relatives who had heard of her 'delicate health' and suggested that the humid London air might do wonders for her.

Kagome was not about to pass up a trip to England, no matter how much the reason annoyed her.

"Kagome, do you want to go sit down for a bit?" the voice of her cousin interrupted her musing. Kagome gritted her teeth.

"No thank you, I'm not tired," she answered, desperately trying to keep her voice pleasant. It was a very hard thing to do. Her cousin Cho had asked her the very same question not even half an hour ago and all they had been doing since then was strolling around Hyde park after visiting Kensington Palace.

Kagome was used to much, much more physical activity than that. Unfortunately she couldn't tell her relatives that.

Besides they already thought her strange for carrying a bow and quiver of arrows around with her everywhere. Luckily, she hadn't had to make up an excuse for that, since apparently her grandfather had already explained it to them.

That did not make Kagome feel any better, but at least she was saved the uncomfortable questions.

"So, how did you like the palace?" asked Cho.

"It was nice," answered Kagome, "it is different from what we have in Japan. Our palaces are not so tall. They. . . feel different."

"I'll bet!" her cousin laughed.

Kagome looked at Cho. She couldn't help but feel that there was something different about her. Ever since they met at the airport, she could feel it. Her father was the same, but he was at work most of the time, so she couldn't observe him as much.

She sensed it more acutely when she was very close to her cousin. It felt like power, but different than the magical auras she'd seen around the sorceresses she'd met in the feudal era. It wasn't evil for a start. It also seemed almost accidental; Cho didn't seem to be trying to hide it and somehow Kagome doubted her cousin even knew it was there.

It confused Kagome, but she held her tongue. As long as Cho or her family didn't try to kill her, eat her, or steal her soul, she'd rather not have to explain why she could sense their auras.

And when she got back to the feudal era, she'd have Old Kajede teach her how to read auras properly. If Inu Yasha ever let her out of his sight again that is.

"Merlin, I don't believe it!" Cho cried suddenly with wide eyes. Kagome turned her head to look at what had surprised her cousin.

There stood two boys and a girl of about Cho's age. One of the boys had dark, messy hair and was wearing clothes that were obviously much too big for him. He also wore a pair of large, ugly glasses. The other boy was a redhead and was about half a head taller than the first one. His mop of shaggy hair reminded her a bit of Shippo and she had to suppress the urge to run her hands through it just to see if it felt the same as well. His clothes were a bit too short for him, as if he had just grown out of them and hadn't had a chance to get new ones yet. The girl with them had long, bushy hair that stuck out everywhere. She was about the same height as the first boy and carried a travel guide in one hand.

Kagome guessed they must be classmates; their auras were similar to the Chang family's. Except for the boy with glasses. His was slightly darker, but the darkness appeared to be more of a shadow on his aura rather than a part of his aura. When she concentrated a bit harder she saw a spot on his forehead that seemed to emit some sort of darker power. The spot was covered by hair, but she was certain she could make out a scar there.

'This boy's been touched by dark magic,' she realized. Then she wondered how that had happened and if there was some way she could find out without giving herself away.

"Hi Cho," the boy said coolly. Kagome's eyes shot to her cousin, but Cho's expression was guarded. There was definitely something between the two of them.

"Hello Harry," Cho suddenly smiled at him, then nodded at each of his companions, "Weasley, Granger."

"Hello Chang," the other two greeted.

"So, uhh. . . who's your friend?" asked the bushy-haired girl, whom her cousin had addressed as Granger.

"Oh, this is my cousin, Kagome," Cho began, putting an arm around said cousin, "she's visiting from Japan. Poor thing has been very sickly during the last year and so my parents thought that some fresh British air could do her some good."

Kagome cringed inwardly. She really did not need more people treating her as if she was a porcelain doll that could die if she took another step in the sunlight. What did they think she was: an anaemic vampire? And to top it off, the redhead couldn't seem to take his eyes off her mini-skirt. She wished she had Sango's Kitana with her.

"She doesn't look very sickly," Granger said, looking Kagome up and down.

"Well, she's been feeling much better lately."

"And she is right here!" Kagome said, really irritated now.

"Sorry," Cho apologized sheepishly, "these are friends of mine from school. This is Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley and that's Harry Potter."

Kagome noticed the boy Harry take a deep breath as if preparing himself for something. It confused her.

"Hi, nice to meet you," she waved to them and smiled. Harry looked at his two friends and seemed to convey some sort of message with his eyes. Hermione gave Kagome a curious look.

"Kagome, what school do you go to?" she asked. The question took Kagome aback; it was an odd question to ask someone you've just met unless there was some reason you'd know the school.

"Just one in Tokyo," she said and looked to her cousin for help. Spending time in the Feudal Era did a lot for her understanding of Old Japanese, but nothing for her English. Cho seemed to know what they were asking though.

"Oh, she goes to a public school, not like us," she answered meaningfully and the other three nodded in understanding. Kagome felt like she was definitely missing something.

"Wow, so she's a muggle!" Weasley exclaimed. The others glared at him.

"What's a muggle?" Kagome asked.

"Well. . . " Cho began, pausing as if thinking what to say, "it's a British term for anyone who's a foreigner." Then she turned to her friends. "So, what are you doing here anyway?"

"Oh, Harry's never seen the sights of London and neither has Ron," the Granger girl answered, "so we decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and go do the tourist thing."

"Well, you certainly seem prepared for it," Cho motioned to the travel guide.

"I'm the only one of us who's been here before, so I'm acting as guide for the day. I had to make sure all my information was correct."

"Yes, Hermione here has been telling all about the history and significance of every building and tree we've come across," Ron deadpanned.

"And do you remember any of it?"

Ron slowly shook his head. Cho giggled. Hermione's eyes narrowed.

"So. . . Cho. ." Harry cut in before anyone started an argument, "have you gotten your OWL results back yet?"

"Yes, I got them last week."

From then on, Kagome completely lost track of the conversation. They began talking about school-related stuff and ignored her entirely. She tuned them out and looked off at the rest of the gardens. Then she put her backpack down beside her cousin.

"Cho," she said, "I'm going to go walk over there."

"Ok," her cousin answered, "just don't overdo it. Remember you're still not at full health yet no matter how good you feel."

'Funny, I don't think I've ever been in better shape,' Kagome thought as she absently nodded in response, before leaving the group in favour of the trees and flowers in the park.

She walked aimlessly for about ten minutes before she felt it: youkai. It was such a familiar feeling, like a touch of home. She revelled in it for a moment before she realized that it wasn't actually a good thing. She concentrated on the presence she felt and then took off after it, ignoring the weird looks she was getting for running through the park in a mini-skirt.

She stopped directly in front of a hedge of bushes. The demon was on the other side. She reached for her backpack and then cursed silently when she realized that she had left her bag back by her cousin.

'Inu Yasha must be rubbing off on me,' she thought, 'running off after danger without thinking. . . yep, definitely Inu Yasha's influence.'

The bushes rustled and Kagome took a few steps back. She prepared to meet the demon, praying he wasn't too big. She might be able to defend herself against a small, less powerful one. Or maybe outrun it to her arrows.

What emerged from the bushes was also incredibly familiar. For a few moments Kagome just stared at the two-tailed cat.

"Ki. . . Kilala?" she finally asked. The cat meowed and happily bounced over to Kagome, who knelt down and picked it up.

"Kilala, what are you doing here?" Another meow answered her.

Soon Kilala began to squirm in Kagome's arms. Kagome set her down on the ground and watched as she bounded around the bushes, stopping once to look back at Kagome.

'So, I guess that means she wants me to follow her.'

Kagome rounded the hedge and stopped. There was someone there. She watched silently as Kilala approached a pale, platinum blond boy who was sitting on the ground, hugging his knees to his chest and resting his head on them. He had the same aura as Cho and her friends, except darker. Kilala meowed and rubbed at his side.

"Hello Kilala," he said miserably as he turned his head to look at her and untangled one of his arms in order to scratch her head. Then he went back to looking off into the distance. Kagome took a few careful steps towards him. Even from a distance she could see the tears streaming down his face. Then she stepped on a twig.

The boy's head snapped around and within seconds he was on his feet and pointing some sort of stick at her. She noticed a large mass of dark energy concentrated on his left forearm: a mark of some sorts, she guessed. She saw his aura brighten and absorb more energy from the air around it.

The realization struck her like a bolt of lightening: the boy could do magic.

Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! Now please review! Constructive critisism is always welcomed!