Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Domino Effect ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

As it is difficult to update without formatting getting screwed up, posts will be slow.Read, Review, and as always, ENJOY! XD

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Setting- CU turns AU basically. Before the time travel thing, everything is Canon in the Harry Potter Universe, and almost everything, save for a significant detail that is explained later, stays Canon in the Inuyasha Universe, unless stated otherwise.

Pairings- Kagome/Sirius. And of course, James/Lily. We'll see about the others later lol.

Warning- Some major angst in the first few chapters, and possibly later. Potential for 'M' rating, maybe 'MA', and cussing in much, much later chapters.

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Disclaimer:I do not own, nor claim to own, anything pertaining to Inuyasha nor Harry Potter. Just the ideas that pop into my mind ;)

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Who would have ever thought, that one person could change so much...?

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This was it. This was the end.

She laid there unmoving, numb from the pain. It felt like she was in limbo, floating between life and death, but she knew better.

She was just teetering over the edge to her death. She was conscious enough to know she was currently laying on the forest ground in a pool of her own blood; conscious enough of the grievous injury that caused it; conscious enough to know there was no way, barring a miracle, that she would pull through.

To be honest, she wasn't sure she would want to. Most of them were dead, anyways. Her family was dead.

Her only regret was that she was leaving Shippo behind, but that was comforted by the fact that he wasn't alone – he had Kaede, for however long she'd survive. And she was thankful that she'd managed to convince Sango to send Kirara along to protect him and Rin, in case the fight ever went as far as to Edo.

And so, here she was alone in the forest, surrounded by her dead friends and enemies. Dying.

But, at least Naraku was dead too. That was a great comfort.

And the jewel...

Her hand clenched over the completed bauble that shone a pure, clear pink; the battle had ended, but the war wasn't over yet.

Not until the jewel was finally gone for good, vanished from existence so the events that led to this day could never be repeated. So, she made a wish.

She didn't wish it never existed. That was just too easy and the jewel had a mind of its own. It couldn't happen plain and simple - she just had a feeling there was no way it, the souls trapped inside, would ever allow such a thing.

She didn't wish for her friends, and her life back either. Because the Shikon had a fail safe.

Only an unselfish wish can be granted without consequences, and there was no such thing as an unselfish wish. And God only knew what the consequences of that, bringing her friends back, would be.

So she made the only wish she could have, so the deaths it caused wouldn't be made in vain. So good, and only good, could come out of this.

The lesser evil.

She summoned what was left of her strength, her will, and clenched the jewel tighter in her palm, concentrating fiercely, thinking the words of her wish that her mouth couldn't form. Her fist began to shine, emanating a white, pulsing glow through the cracks of her fingers.

'I wish...' she gritted out mentally, anticipating the relief her death would soon bring her. 'My wish, is that the Shikon no Tama must stay hidden from the world, unless there is a desperate need to be used, only for the greater good.'

There was a pause then, before a sly, amused, but yet biting laugh echoed eerily in her mind. 'A noble wish young miko, to not use it for your own personal gain.' But Kagome knew it wasn't finished. 'Even despite knowing it would still bring consequences...'

Kagome just clenched her eyes shut. 'It's worth it...' she told the voice, 'As long as it'll only bring good, it's worth it." And she only heard a thoughtful hum in response.

And with that her breath hitched. Slowly, her face smoothed of any emotion and the world around her disappeared. To any bystander, it looked as if she was sleeping peacefully – until one would notice just how still she was.

As the life left her body, her fist unclenched and slowly fell open, leaving nothing but an empty, bloody palm.

The jewel was gone.

And Kagome had no idea what fate would bring her next.

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It was finally over. Voldemort was dead.

But at what cost?

Harry trudged over to the table set in the middle of the Great Hall, where the battle's casualties were laid upon it, lined up.

He was surrounded by people, either laughing in relief from the win, crying from the losses, or just stunned speechless from the shock – some even a mixture of all.

But he didn't take part of the grieving, in sharing the burden. Instead he withdrew, taking comfort in the solace from under his father's invisibility cloak.

To him, he thought as he scanned the lax faces of the dead, his friends who died because of him, it wasn't a win. It certainly didn't feel like it.

It was bitter, it was horrible, and it ate at him like none other. He couldn't tell if it was guilt, or self-loathing, or something else, but it hurt.

It hurt like none other. Worse than the Cruciatus curse. Worse than the effects of a Dementor, sucking and stealing and freezing inside and out in a way no one could ever imagine; no happiness, no warmth - all to the point where you desperately yearned to curl into a ball and die.

Worse than even ten times that affect.

If Ron was here with him and could hear his thoughts, his best friend would punch him in the face for being so self-absorbed and arrogant, thinking that they all died for him. Ron would shout in his face, his own special form of comfort and way of dealing with things, and yell at Harry that they fought and died to bring down Voldemort.

But Ron wasn't here and Harry just couldn't help it, couldn't stop the guilt that threatened to consume him.

Harry sobbed silently, watery green eyes fixed on the werewolf - his professor (ex or not) and his friend that he'd came to know for the last few years, taking in the blank, pale face; eyes closed shut peacefully as if he was only asleep. What tore his heart even more was the woman beside him, face slack, her usually colorfully bouncy hair reduced to a dull brown and lifeless – his friend's wife.
Lupin and Tonks.

The worst thing of it all was the painful reminder of the son they left behind, his godson, with no parents to watch him grown up, to nurture him. To help him through life, and to pick him up when he falls.

He had torn apart a family, and placed a child in the same predicament he was put in sixteen years ago.

Next to Tonks was a strikingly familiar red head, about two years older than him. Fred, who went out with laugh and a big bang. It sounded morbidly poetic, and it broke Harry's already fractured heart.

He didn't know how he could face the Weasleys now, with their son and brother dead. He could only imagine how George was feeling - his twin, his other half, torn away from him.

And then there was everyone else who had died to save him in the past years, trying to keep him alive so that he could defeat Voldemort.

And he just couldn't help but ask the question he'd been asking for years.

Why?

Why.

Fucking.

Him?

'I wish...' Harry thought silently, his shoulders shaking from the sobs rising in his chest as he stared at the dead faces of his loved ones. 'I wish there was a way we could have won, without everyone I loved dying...'

His mother and father. Sirius. Remus and Tonks. Dumbledore. Fred. Moody. Hedwig. Dobby. Hell, even Snape.

Suddenly, there was a sharp 'pop' and he felt something round appear in on of his clenched hands.

Harry froze when it began pulsing, and he brought his right hand up, head snapping down to look.

There was a white light slipping through the cracks of his fingers and his stomach turned, getting a funny feeling that something was about to happen.
Slowly, his hand uncurled, and he saw a small, glowing, stone looking jewel sitting innocently in his hand.

And then, the world around him flashed white.

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A big, big, big thanks to the lovely ArmyWife22079! She has been a major influence and a humongous source of encouragement and inspiration for this fic! I have lost count of how many ideas and possibilities she has brought to me, and has been there every step of the way planning and helping and proofreading.

Thank you so much girly! For all the help and dealing with me and my twisted, all over the place thinking hehe! I have a feeling it's not very easy haha ;)

Until the next installment of DE! Hope you all enjoyed this – and tell me what you think!

RainLily^^

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