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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September 5th, 1991

"Astronomy is interesting enough, but the rubbish about the Avis spell, it had nothing to do with class."

"How can you call it rubbish, Kagome."

"Easy, it's rubbish. I call it as I see it."

Draco rolled his eyes as they started towards their Transfigurations class. "I don't know; I think it could be plenty useful."

Laughing, she turned a bit to meet her cousin's eyes, "I'm not saying that it's useless, I'm saying that there are not many opportunities that you'll find it to be a useful spell."

"I don't know, conjuring a bunch of birds and setting them all loose on Weasley,"

"Don't instigate, besides, how much damage can it cause?" Kagome sighed, "really, why would anyone want an army of birds. It seems messy."

"That's one person's opinion," Draco turned to Theodore, "what do you think?"

"I dislike birds enough as it is. Owls serve a purpose; the rest are a nuisance. All of them, rats with wings." Theo stopped in front of a door, "give me a reason that I would need to use Avis, and I'll reconsider my opinion."

"You both are no fun."

Kagome smirked and shook her head as she entered the classroom behind Draco. The rest of the first year Slytherins surrounding them as Draco took a seat beside Harry and Kagome made to take a seat on the other side of him only for Blaise to beat her to it. He grinned and placed a hand on the spot next to him, but she raised a brow and took the seat behind him instead. Was she sitting next to a Gryffindor? Yes. Did it bother her? Absolutely! However, Theodore took the seat next to her, and she found herself unconcerned by the lion cub to her left.

"Welcome, student! To your first Transfiguration's class. I'm sure―"

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September 6th, 1991

Severus was as close as excited as he could get, sitting in the cold chill of his dungeons. The class would be soon to start, and he had to see the Headmaster before it started. Albus had called on him late into the night after the sorting then multiple times again throughout the days to follow. He was questioning him on the Lestrange's daughter. If he was certain, he'd known nothing of her. Since he'd seen her name appear on the list of new students, Albus had been knee-deep in theories of conspiracies. It was a bit unnerving if Severus was frank. The girl was only eleven, and from how often he'd been around her and his Godson, he couldn't see them as evil masterminds and servants of the fallen lord. No, Albus was quite quick to jump on the train of suspicion without any rhyme or reason.

Without realizing it, time passed, and he was watching his first year Slytherin's walk-in, mixed with first-year Gryffindors. It came to no surprise to him when Draco and Kagome dragged Harry to the seats upfront. A fortress was being made in the front of his class, as he watched Gryffindors take up the seats closer towards the back. Having lost his chance to scare the whole lot of them with a dramatic entrance, he sighed under his breath and, instead, stood ominously and started to roam around his class. Taking each face in, each empty head, each callus free finger with wands held trembling in uncertain grips. "Put your wands away. Today, you will not need them. I have no intention of allowing my first years to obliterate my classroom quite so early in the year. No, the first weak will be strictly revision and ingredient prep. Once I'm sure that your handling of the equipment is, above inept...you will move on to potion brewing."

He had been hoping to start potion brewing as soon as possible, but the nervousness in his students was unnerving, even him. They would blow his classroom up in a matter of minutes if he just hopped straight into brewing.

Upfront, he saw that quills were out, lying across clean parchment, inkwells open but not touched. He was curious about the budding friendship between his Godson, Kagome, and Harry Potter. Being given a chance to adjust to the boy nearly a month before he arrived at the school, he still wanted to see if he was more like his father, or his mother. Lily had a gift for Potions and Charms, she was a talented witch, and was quite exceptional a Potioneer.

"I have no delusions that most of you would appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition," his eyes trailed his front row, though he turned his eyes a bit to look on at the Nott heir as well. He knew where talent would flourish, he could tell by the prowess of their paterfamilias. "I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death." Quills moving, he heard them scratching along the parchment. Note-taking was undoubtedly promising. Oh, but it was Lily's son, James's son. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention! Mr. Potter." He paused, no mockery, he couldn't belittle his own house in front of the Gryffindors. Wait, of course, he's not like his father. After all, he's a Slytherin. The smirk forming on his lips was a product of his imagination, the thought of James Potter rolling over in his grave as he threw a fit. "Will wonders never cease..." he muttered to himself, "tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

To the left of Kagome, Hermione Granger's hand shot up. She was among the only Gryffindors sitting upfront. To Theodore and Blaise's horror, she had sat down in their row.

"You would get a sleeping potion, Professor," Harry answered confidently, not bothered by how the man spoke. To be honest, it was the first time he'd even acknowledged him since they met on the night of Kagome's recital. He'd take the bitterness; after all, he understood it. After so many one-on-one sit-downs with Lucius in his office, he had a bit more to go on concerning his parents and Severus. To put it lightly, his father was a great prat, and his mother was a saint. Swearing to himself that he'd never be anything like his father was, in terms of bullying, he aimed to be a bit more like his mother in her understanding. "This potion is said to be so powerful; it is known at the 'Draught of Living Death,' and one can only be woken from it by use of the Wiggenweld potion."

Severus raised a brow and offered up three obnoxiously slow claps before turning to the class, "I would advise taking notes, not all of you will be as successful in this class." Turning back to Harry, "Shall we try another, Mr. Potter?

Harry grinned, not for the attention, but the chance to prove himself to Severus. "yes sir,"

"Where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

Kagome raised her hand this time, Draco laughing beside her, as he knew exactly what she wanted to say. Beside her, Hermione's hand was once again in the air.

"A Bezoar," he looked at Kagome with a smile as he knew she wanted to answer the question. Watching her huff and put her hand down, he continued, "is made up of hair, plant fiber or similar indigestible matter that stays in the gut of an animal and forms a hard ball of 'stone' that can save you from, not all, but most poisons. To my knowledge, it's usually found in the stomach of a goat, Professor."

"Excellent, Mr. Potter. Last question, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"There is no difference, Professor. They are the same plant, more commonly known as Aconite. The plant itself is highly useful in potion-making, but its leaves are incredibly toxic. Wolfsbane is most known for the Wolfsbane Potion that relieves, but does not cure, the symptoms of lycanthropy."

"Well, Mr. Potter, you've impressed me. That's not easily done. Fifteen points to Slytherin, for coming prepared."

Hermione dropped her hand in annoyance but didn't argue over the fact that he hadn't allowed Gryffindor the chance to earn points. Instead, she'd watched as he'd shown favor to the Boy-Who-Lived. Fame was clearly all that mattered to him.

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Making their way to lunch, Kagome was pushed aside, most certainly on accident, but still pushed none the less. She knew it was an accident because she saw who'd done it. "Goofy footed, Longbottom?"

He blushed and ducked his head fearfully as he quickly ran away from her without saying a word.

"Why is he so afraid of you?" Harry asked, shifting his bag into place on his shoulder as he stepped out of the way of a group of Gryffindors.

"Why shouldn't he be?" Theo scoffed, "it's no secret what the Lestrange's did to the Longbottom's." When Harry tilted his head, Theo looked on in surprise and laughed a bit, "well, I stand corrected. I guess it is a secret." He knocked his knuckle against Blaise's shoulder and ushered him on towards the Great Hall, leaving Kagome, Draco, and Harry alone awkwardly.

"Well, that was nice of him. Just so you know, Draco, he's officially dead to me."

Harry shook his head, "wait, what's a secret, that's not a secret. I thought we weren't going to hide things from each other. I mean, even Lucius has been true to his word and answered all of my questions honestly."

Sighing, Kagome nodded and shoved Draco off towards the Great Hall before taking Draco off into a different direction. "I didn't tell you because it didn't come up." She nodded her head into an empty classroom. Based on the chairs stuffed in a corner with no order, it looked to be a spare room that was currently going unused. She'd store that away for later. "Not going to lie, the idea of messing with Longbottom is high up on my to-do list. I would advise you not getting in my way when it concerns my dislike for the boy." Pacing a bit, light on her feet when she turned, her steps featherlike even in her anxious striding. Finally, she stopped her steps and faced Harry, "However, if you really must know, my parents tortured his mother and father into insanity."

"Tortured!?"

"Why do you think they aren't around, Harry? They were the Dark Lord's most loyal followers. I would be one of the very few that they ever loved. That they ever learned to love. It's nature versus nurture, and I am not a fool to think my parents had a loving family lifestyle. However, they loved me. I can't hate them. They never brought that side of themselves home; it was hugs and kisses, storytime, and dancing on my dad's shoes. I was they're secret; no one outside the Dark Lord, my parents, and Draco's family, knew I existed. Severus only found out later after I moved in with my Uncle and Aunt. I can't hate them, and I don't want to."

Harry was still disturbed at the idea of being tortured into insanity. He did understand not wanting to hate your parents, though. True, he disliked his father from the stories he'd been told, though they were one-sided and told by a Slytherin, they were still valid. He was sure of that. After all, Gryffindors hated Slytherins, why would his father be any different. "What did they do to them?" Did he really want to know?

"Cruciatus curse, it was my mother's favorite," she played with a chair absently, her eyes locked on it as she thought of that Christmas day so many years ago. "How long has it been now?" She asked herself, "five years, I think, almost six...three more months. I hate Christmas, Harry. They took my mother and father away on Christmas; I was so scared."

Tears swelled in her eyes, recalling the blasting charms that the Aurors had used on their barriers, the screaming, and her mother's unhinged cackling.

"I was five, Harry. I was five years old, and all I knew was that my parents loved me and would do whatever was necessary to protect me. They had Jipsy swear to them, to keep me safe from the Ministry, to barricade my bedroom with magic until all was calm. When I opened my presents," she played with her mother's bird skull necklace, "I was all alone. Don't get me wrong, I know better than anyone what Longbottom must feel when he sees me. Fear, obviously, but more than that, he hates me. Unadulterated hatred and I too feel the same thing when I see him. We lost our parents to one another, and as illogical as that might sound to you, I don't care. I don't mind being the bully, the bad guy, I really do hate the Longbottom's. Why were they so much more important than me? Why did my parents choose the Dark Lord over me? My father, my mother, I love them too much to blame them; instead, I'll blame the Longbottom's and the Dark Lord."

She knocked on the chair she'd been playing with, watching it fall backward and the domino effect that took place. The chairs all tumbled off the desks and landed with a loud clatter around them.

Turning to face Harry, she watched his eyes widen, and he searched his robes and pockets for something before pulling out a familiar handkerchief. Narcissa Malfoy's, she'd seen her Aunt pull it out many times for her. "Sorry that I didn't tell you," she took the offered cloth and dabbed her tears away, "it's not something I generally talk about, and Draco and I had honestly thought that waiting before talking about my parents would be better. For you and me."

He nodded, "I understand. While I don't agree that it's Longbottom's fault, I won't get in your way. It's between the two of you. I get that...just...we don't start fights, Kagome."

She raised a hand so that he discontinued scolding her, "let's go," she walked towards the door, "I'd like to eat before I'm ushered off to our next class."

Realizing that he wasn't about to get anywhere with this, he left it alone for later, and there would be a 'later.' "So that back and forth with Severus,"

Kagome smirked, "that was a test if ever I saw one. It felt like a very open and shut conversation, left no room for anyone else in the class. Speaking of, you saw the looks on Blaise and Theo's face when Severus told us that where we sat today would be our seats for the rest of the year, right?"

"Theo's face looked drained of all its color, which, considering he's already pretty pale, was quite impressive."

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"What's that you've got there, Harry?" Pansy peered over curiously at the Boy-Who-Lived.

"A letter from Hagrid, he's inviting me for tea tomorrow."

Kagome grimaced before forcing a smile, "are you going?"

"Of course, I owe a lot to both him and your uncle for getting me out of my Aunt and Uncle's place."

She couldn't argue that he had every right to be cordial to the half-giant; she simply detested the idea of spending time around the overgrown man. "Tell me how his tea is, perhaps Draco and I will join you next time."

Harry raised a brow at that, "how about you and Draco join me tomorrow? It's Saturday; no one has any plans."

"You may not, but I do. Draco, on the other hand, doesn't."

Draco downed the biscuit he was chewing with pumpkin juice and cleared his throat, "What are you doing on a Saturday?"

"Working out," she muttered, "I only have a select few days available to me, and I'm not wasting them running around the school aimlessly. No offense."

He shook his head, "none taken. Have you found a room?"

Harry looked over at Kagome, who nodded, "the one from earlier? You'll need to pick up all those chairs,"

Smiling, she shrugged and continued eating. Lifting her eyes, she met the curious gaze of Blaise Zabini, "something on your mind, Zabini?"

"Nothing to worry your pretty little head about, il mio amore."

She nodded, not knowing what he'd said at the end, but the rest was enough to go by. Theodore gave Blaise a look but didn't comment. "When is our first Flying class?"

"Thursday," Daphne Greengrass, who was vaguely paying attention to the conversation, answered Kagome's question softly. "Will you be using your broom?"

"Not if I want to keep it."

A couple of snickers followed as the conversation drifted to and fro, the topics changing between class, food, and quidditch.

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Me: Here is chapter fourteen of the Miracle Child. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I'll work on the next one tonight. Please let me know what you think!