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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April 14th, 1980

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, though rarely did he leave Hogwarts for anything more than Order business these days, found himself sitting across from the well-known Cassandra Vablatsky. The woman was dressed in a violet dress robe with silver detailing that sparkled in spirals and stars. Her hand held an orb that was fogged inside, smoky in shades of lilac. "I received your letter, Madam Vablatsky, quite unexpected if I do say so."

"Dumbledore, if I could avoid dealing with those involved in the war, I would. However, here I am. Here you are." She held out the orb and long fingers and smirked before placing the orb down next to a black box with red velvet lining the inside. "There is no determined outcome. Prophecies are foretold predictions, merely, and like any prediction, they have the potential of modification depending on the choices one makes."

"As you say," a twinkle found his eyes, and he watched her stand, "you won't stay?"

"I made the Prophecy, Dumbledore. When you are finished, you may leave it in that box. Place the lid atop it once you do. I should warn you, Dumbledore. My orb is well charmed from duplication spells and armed against thieves. It cannot leave this room without me; I don't recommend trying."

"Madam Vablatsky, you trust me so little."

"You are mistaken," she smirked, "I don't trust you in the slightest. I never have Headmaster."

As she stood up and glided gracefully to the door, she turned and gave the old wizard one final look before she left the room. Once the door shut, he lifted the orb into his hand before he gazed into the fog. A voice came from the glowing sphere, a haunting tenor that surrounded him in a whisper.

Listen!

As the Seventh Month dies, Light will be born of Chaos
Go Unnoticed, the Light in Dire Circumstance
A Second Chance

Listen!

Dancing in the glow of the Moon
Shape the Future, Nigh the Eye!

An Empire Rises Twice, War Spread the Fire

Nigh the First Rise, Nigh the Second Fall

LISTEN! LISTEN!

The Woven Bamboo that Appears from Nowhere
Will Lead the World
Should the Darkness Fall
Cherish the Perished
Should the Darkness Rise
All the Wizarding World will Burn Together!

Listen~

Staring at the orb, Albus had a look of concentration and concern on his face. He looked at the fog again, and again, and again. Repetitively, before sighing and standing. Looking to the box on the table, he gently placed the orb down before closing the box. It glowed for a moment, then vanished to where he knew it was most likely to go. The Department of Mysteries. He would play the memory back again in his office once he returned to Hogwarts. It would no doubt be another sleepless night of many others. 'Seventh Month dies, Light will be born of Chaos...is that supposed to tie in with Sybill's prophecy from earlier this year? It must be the same person, the same child, in all this war and chaos, the child who's born towards the end of July. Already there are two choices. The Longbottom's and Potter's are both expecting, among those who defied Voldemort three times, it must be one of them. If...the child is the same as Sybill's prophecy.' He shook his head, 'there is no room for assumptions, I will need to wait until the children are born.'

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July 20th, 1980

"It's boorish!"

"Calm down, Bella," Narcissa Malfoy chuckled at the look of absolute loathing that her older sister was displaying. "You won't be any good to the Dark Lord in your current state of body."

"You think I don't know that, Cissy!?" Bellatrix Lestrange screeched wildly, glaring at a house elf that suddenly appeared beside her and her younger sister. "What do you want?" She sneered at the pathetic creature as it quivered in fear before the dark witch.

"Messrs Lestrange sent Jipsy for his Misses."

"What's he wants now?" She dragged out before reaching out her hand to Narcissa, the younger who stepped forward with an infant wrapped warmly in her arms. She held out one and to Bellatrix and helped her up as Bellatrix brought her other hand to her belly. So heavy with child, standing had become a bother for her. She wanted to be back out there with the Dark Lord and her fellow Death Eaters, yet here she was, with child. A child, she didn't even want! Why was she having it?! Her sister told her that this child could be her legacy and another wand at the Dark Lord's bidding. Yes, this was all for the Dark Lord.

Waddling up the staircase of the Malfoy Manor, where she and her husband were staying until she gave birth, she slowly sauntered up each step with a huff and arched back. One hand on the railing of the staircase, one on her overbearing belly. She couldn't wait for this child to be born so she could return to her service towards the Dark Lord. Huffing, she placed her hand to her back as she finally reached the top of the stairs. Her walk to her and her husband's bedroom was much quicker since she wasn't going up anymore. When she entered her room, she closed the door softly behind her and looked around for her husband.

"There you are gorgeous."

She smirked and turned to see Rodolphus leaning against the wall on the other side of where the door had opened. She walked over to him and sighed, "you know, you said the same thing to me eight and a half months ago and look at where it got me."

"I suppose it would be a bad idea for us to play..."

"The way you like to play, I would advise against it, dear." She looked to the side table where he had prepared a velvet spread with sharpened daggers laying neatly atop it. "Though tempting it may be..." she felt her cheeks flush, and even her heart started to race as she took in the dangerous glint of the sharpened blades. "A few more days...no more than two weeks...and..."

He smirked and walked up behind her, bringing his arms up around her, he pulled her in and buried his face in her wild long black hair. The delicious and desirable smell of the Malin and Goetz Vetiver perfume was as seductive as she was. She was drawing him in as he breathed her scent, the intoxicating aroma of her lust and want. He craved it, needed it, and yet he needed to wait. Lifting her into his arms as though she weighed nothing, he held a dark gleam in his blue eyes as he stared into her obsidian ones. They would never call what they had love; the whole marriage was arranged, but the two complimented one another. With their sadomasochistic tendencies, they fed off one another. Should she decide to play the Sadist, he was all for the pain. Should he want to make her bleed, she'd relish in each decisive incision he made. Screams, passion, thrashing in their sheets, and the heavy scent of blood and lust. It was something that they alone appreciated. Still, as he laid her on their black satin sheets and settled himself beside her, the two found themselves content to simply lay with one another in the silence and comfort of their room. Dimming the lights, he pulled the covers over them and in an uncharacteristic act of warmth and tenderness that he was not known to show to anyone, family or otherwise, he cradled her in his arms. He placed a hand gently on her abdomen and rubbed soft and soothing circled over the lightweight fabric of her thin cotton black dress.

Bellatrix, surprised by just how her husband was holding her, tried to curb her discomfort. Instead, she curled into his warmth. If it didn't happen too often, she supposed occasionally she could deal with such a drastic change in his personality. However, if it were too reoccurring, she'd have to kill him, or maybe just torture him. She smirked a bit at the thought before she let him lull her to sleep with the soothing ministrations his fingers continued to give her.

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Narcissa looked down lovingly at her son, he was only a month and a half old, and so soon into his birth had he become the world to her. She brushed aside wispy light blonde hair, the little bit that he had, and laughed as he raised his tiny hands towards hers.

"You are still up?"

She glanced back with a smile and watched her husband walk towards her from the Floo Network he'd just traveled through. "Bella and Rodolphus only just turned in. I wasn't quite ready to sleep, so Jipsy brought me some tea to help me on my way."

Sitting down beside her, Lucius Malfoy leaned back on the couch and relaxed as his love settled into his side with his son slowly drifting off to sleep. "Father is already asleep?"

"Yes, he too has turned in." She smiled, looking up from where her head was nestled against his chest, she looked at his tired expression. "Hard day?"

He sighed, "Indubitably...but, it's nothing you need to worry yourself. The Dark Lords campaign is still underway. The Dark Lord will be good to us; we need only see to his rise."

She nodded as she looked back down to her son. Calling for Jipsy, she sat up and gently laid her now sleeping child in the House Elves arms, "taking him to his crib, Jipsy."

The House Elf curtsied gracefully before vanishing with a pop.

"Ready to call it a night?"

She felt his arm leave her shoulder as he sat up and held out his hand to her. He guided her up, and the two of them left to their room, intent on retiring for the night as well.

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Me: Here is chapter one~! Let me know what you think!