Prologue
The Prophecy
This story is also on my other account, Dark-Angelic-Goddess. Just in case you were wondering. I decided to post it on here as well. As the summary says, it's a Harry Potter/InuYasha crossover. Hope you enjoy it!
The place was dark, only lit by a few lamps that cast shadows across the room showing a figure sitting within a chair, his elbow rested against the arm rest, chin propped up in his hand as he watched another figure pace back and forth. The younger of the two raised both eyebrows slowly, "Not like it's any of my business, father, but what exactly are you waiting for?" the male voice drawled.
The older figure turned around, his slitted red eyes glittering in silent fury as he stared toward his son, "I am waiting for the idiot Death Eater to get back here with my prophecy!" He hissed.
The other male steadily returned his father's gaze with his own bluish red ones, "What exactly is so important about some stupid prophecy, anyway?" He muttered out, tapping his foot in an almost annoyed fashion as his father continued to pace back and forth.
"It's important because it was the reason why I almost died in the first place because of that idiot Potter brat. Dumbledore's heard it I'm sure, and I want to hear it too." He muttered, glaring toward the door as if it would make his Death Eater come quicker, "What is taking him so long?"
The boy stayed silent as he continued to sit in his chair, only raising an eyebrow toward his father once and a while. He'd noticed, that ever since his father was brought back to into a living form, he'd been a lot harder to deal with... And he'd gotten a lot uglier as well. More snake-like in his opinion. Not like it mattered. His own eyes looked as if they belonged to a snake, as the pupil was slitted. His long wavy black hair was tied into a loose pony-tail to keep it from his face.
He was knocked from his thoughts as the doors burst open at the Death Eater that was sent to get the prophecy came stumbling in. His leg looked like it had seen better days as he seemed to walk with a limp. He snorted lightly, not like it would matter. His father was going to kill the fool for making him wait this long for his prophecy.
The Death Eater lowered himself to the ground in a deep bow, and his right arm raised up to offer the misty orb to his father, "My Lord, I'm very sorry that you had to wait for it, I..-" he was cut off as his father threw the killing curse at him, not wanting to hear his pitiful whines and beggings of mercy at the moment. The man only slumped backwards to the ground, his eyes wide open in terror as he lay there, still as a bone.
"About damn time," Voldemort muttered as he snatched the orb from the ground, walking to the side before literally smashing it into the ground with his rage. The younger of the two, his son, Naraku, was about to protest about doing so but stopped as he heard a ghost-like voice whisper across the chamber that they resided in.
"The one that survived the evil one, cannot defeat him on their own. They shall need the assistance of one other that is closest to them, and has suffered the most from the evil one, to defeat him permanantly... But shall one of the small heros die, the other will perish along with him. For they are one in the same, attached by blood, and each hold a special power that the dark lord knows not, and this will bring his downfall..."
With that, the voice seemed to slowly shimmer away into nothing, the remains of the glass orb melting into dust.
"Well...That was..Interesting," Naraku stated dryly, raising an eyebrow, "How exactly are you supposed to figure out who the other one is? It's obvious that the first it talked about was Potter, but who's the other? Who have you made suffer the most?" An amused look seemed to cross over his face.
Voldemort was quiet as he began his pacing once again, lost deep within his thoughts. The words echoing through his head all at once, and it summoned a bunch of questions that he didn't really have the answer too. Who could this other person be? Related by blood.. So a relative of Potters? He only had those idiot muggles, and none of them would be able to defeat him, he knew that for sure. But both of them had powers that he didn't know about.. But it still couldn't be any of the muggles. He hadn't made any of them suffer... The last person he made suffer the most was that child last year... Wait... That could be it, it could be her... Was she related to Potter? He really didn't have a clue if they were or not.. But it wasn't worth not figuring out. He wanted the girl brought to him, and then he'd question her. Either way he'd kill her.
"Naraku, send some of the Death Eaters to visit Miss. Kagome for me, will you? And have them bring her back here. Conscious or not, doesn't matter. But I want her alive to question." Voldemort said, before he made his way out of the chamber, leaving Naraku to stare curiously after him.
He shrugged and began giving out orders to the Death Eaters, oblivious to a small shadow that happened to be lurking just outside the door. And had heard everything that they had just said, including what the prophecy had to say.
They dissappeared as approaching footsteps came toward the door. The Death Eaters were getting ready to visit Kagome Higurashi...