Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Domino Effect ❯ Careful What You Wish For ( Chapter 1 )

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

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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"Welcome, Harry Potter..."

Harry went stiff as a board as he looked around at the whiteness, apprehensive. It seemed to span on forever, and he had the faint idea that he died. But that just wasn't possible, because just a second he ago was in the Great Hall, brooding, when that strange jewel appeared in his hand.

There were so many questions, like who was speaking and where were they and what the fuck was going on. But in the end he decided on, "Where am I?" he said quietly, muscles tensed, wary. His hand inched to the wand in his right pocket, and he wondered if he would need it.

The voice, a dreamy, floating kind of soft timbre with a bitter edge, danced along the air. "Somewhere..." it told him, "And no where..."

Harry growled impatiently, not in the mood for riddles. He wanted to go home, wherever home was these days. Just crawl in a bed and curl up in a ball and grieve, shutting the world out as he beat himself up over and over again as much as he desired until the pain – if it ever could – faded away. "Why am I here..." he demanded.

There was a pause, before the voice returned. "Because of your wish."

Before Harry could say anything, there was a pop and he whirled around.

His green eyes widened when the locked with a pair of blue orbs.

The two stared at each other warily, suspiciously, and Harry whipped out his wand.

Kagome, who thought he was going to attack her, stumbled back out of reflex. But then she saw what was in his hand, and just laughed incredulously. "A stick?" she blurted out in disbelief.

Harry froze. The thought that the girl wasn't a witch never even crossed his mind. "It's not just a stick..." he muttered defensively, voice cross.

Well, he called it cross.

Kagome would have called it more petulant than anything.

The girl, who Harry guessed about his age or maybe a year younger, cocked a dry eyebrow. "Then what would it be?" she countered flatly.

Harry frowned at her tone, affronted. "A wand."

And Kagome froze, staring at him. "No," she blurted out automatically, dread immediately spilling into her gut. "No way, not possible."

But was it really? With demons and mikos and slayers and jewels, why wouldn't wizards be possible?

'Probably,' she thought firmly, because she just wanted to stick in denial for a tad longer. It was just easier that way...

"Stop!" the voice demanded sharply.

The pair froze. "Who the fuck was that?" Harry demanded, stepping back from Kagome.

But Kagome, recognizing the voice, finally realized what was happening. "The jewel..." she whispered.

Harry's head snapped to her, his eyes widening. "What did you say?" he asked quickly.

Kagome's gaze flickered over to him, and she stared. "You made a wish, didn't you?" It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

Harry went stiff, his thoughts coming back to him.

'I wish... I wish there was a way we could have won, without everyone I loved dying...'

He pinned her with a hard stare. He didn't like not knowing what was going on, and to be honest, his mental state was going haywire after it not even been an hour after Voldemort was defeated. He was paranoid and twitchy, all understandable, but a person can only handle so much in one day. "How did you know that?" he demanded in a stricken whisper.

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't," she murmured softly, "I wouldn't be here..."

Harry studied her, unsure. It was her tone that confused him – tired and reflective, genuine. And maybe it was that, that had him relaxing slightly. "What's going on...?" he asked her firmly, almost pleading.

Kagome crossed her arms, a pensive look to her face. "In short terms?" she retorted, peering up at him and his haggard, dirtied face. "You made a wish, and now it's being granted," she told him bluntly.

Suffice to say, Harry's mouth dropped. "W-what?" he breathed out incredulously. "That's not -"

"Possible?" Kagome interjected, giving a little smile that never reached her eyes. "Almost anything is possible. I have a feeling you know what I'm talking about," she commented knowingly, dipping her head to his wand.

Harry took a deep breath. "So, what am I doing here...?" he wondered, and Kagome's eyebrows furrowed.

"The Jewel can only be used in certain circumstances, and if your situation fulfilled the requirements, I can only guess that your wish isn't an easy one to grant then," she explained, thinking about the guidelines she set for the jewel for her own wish.

"Then... why are you here?" Harry asked her slowly, puzzled, and Kagome's gaze went downcast.

"That's what I'm wondering..." she whispered under her breath, but by the way Harry's eyes flashed, he heard her. She looked up at him. "What was your wish?" she asked him softly.

Harry's jaw clenched, and he steered his gaze to the floor. "For a way to win the war, without everyone I love dying for it..." he breathed out tightly and Kagome gazed at him sympathetically.

A tense silence settled between them, neither of them knowing what to say.

"As the one who made your wish possible, she will be the one to carry it out." The disembodied voice returned after a moment, breaking the silence as it answered Harry's earlier question.

Kagome couldn't help herself when she snorted derisively, knowing she had no choice in the matter. "Just call me your friendly neighborhood fairy godmother," she muttered, having no idea how close she was to hitting the mark.

Her remark was ignored, as the voice continued. "Time will be turned and she will be sent to change the past - to mold a different future..."

Kagome scoffed, "No pressure," she murmured sarcastically.

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. "How can she possibly help? She's not a witch. She doesn't even know anything that happened in the wars!" he exclaimed wildly, and then looked over. "No offense or anything," he added hastily in a sheepish, lowered voice at seeing her raising an eyebrow.

She only shrugged – it was true enough.

The voice spoke once more. "Grab her hands," it ordered.

They shared a strange look.

"Grab her hands, and she will know. When the time comes, she will know what she needs to."

And it clicked for Harry – it could work. Someone who had the information about the Horcruxes back then could destroy them, and all one needed was to defeat Voldemort once and for all. The bloody bastard wouldn't know what hit him.

His parents could be saved. Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, Dumbledore, Fred, Hedwig, Dobby, Snape – all of them. So many didn't have to die.

So many could be saved.

While Kagome's eyes narrowed cryptically, she didn't get a chance to think much on it when Harry went ahead and grasped her hands.

She gasped, flashes running through her head. They came and went fast, too fast for her to get a fix on a single one on them. All she saw was fighting though, and people dying. Lots of dying and fighting, and bright flashes of lights. Images of classrooms, of men and women in robes. Of a castle. Of people in ominous silver masks. Of a man with a disfigured face followed by an ominous green flash of light.

The images, the emotions it conjured - it brought her to her knees, bringing Harry down with her as he held her upright – and she thanked God for small favors.

But when it was done, she felt the same as before, and her eyes narrowed. "I don't feel any different," she gasped out, catching her breath.

The voice only seemed fit to repeat its last statement. "When the time comes, you will know what is necessary."

An outraged look crossed her face and she jumped up stumbling, glaring at the vacant air. "You have got to be kidding me!" she snapped angrily, and Harry flinched in surprise, confused.

She had an inkling it was the demon in the Jewel's doing. 'Sadistic bitch,' she snarled silently.

Of course the Jewel wasn't going to make it easy on her. It had to be part of her consequences.

It was just too much to ask.

Speaking of which...

Suddenly, Kagome stiffened. "What of the consequences? What are they?" she demanded in a stricken, anxious tone.

Harry stiffened at that, and shot her a worried look. "Consequences?" he repeated warily, dread filling him.

Harry didn't like consequences. They always seem to fuck up his life...

This was why he needed Hermione here – she was always the reasonable one, to think before she act.

He was rash, impulsive, the type to dive in, the consequences be damned.

But even he had to admit – time wasn't something to mess with.

But the disembodied voice spoke again. "This is the consequence... No other is needed..." it breathed out. "With this wish fulfilled, the Shikon will be no more..."

While Harry was confused, Kagome lips quirked, half wry half puzzled as well. "It means my wish – the task with carrying out your wish is my consequence, and the only one required" she explained to him quietly.

They would both be lying if they denied the presence of a bitter edge to her voice.

It made Harry's insides twinge with guilt. Here was this girl, practically his age, tasked with saving his loved ones.

His loved ones, who were complete and utter, bloody strangers to her.

And he had no delusions that the task itself was dangerous – life threatening dangerous. This was Voldemort they were talking about.

And it just didn't seem fair.

But...

But... he also had no delusions to just how bloody, fucking, selfish he was either...

"Save them," Harry pleaded, grasping her hands. Gone was the confident, warrior wizard, and back was the child he'd buried deep inside. "I – I have no right to ask, but, please," he begged her, squeezing her hands. "Save my parents, my family, my friends," he went on hurriedly. He recognized the haunted look in her eyes earlier, akin to his own. She had an idea of what he was going through; she could relate.

His watery green gaze bored into her, churning with such emotion, and Kagome couldn't help but feel compelled.

His next words were what cemented it, filled with heavy guilt and remorse wrapped in a breathy whisper. "They died protecting me. They died because they loved me, knew me, were associated with me... because of my mistakes, because I wasn't strong enough.. It's not right that their lives had to be sacrificed to defeat that bastard and yet I get to live, when he was after me all along."

Kagome eyes closed shut at that, and a shudder ran down her spine at the eerie deja vu that washed over her and she couldn't help but feeling for Harry, knowing what he meant.

It was so damn familiar. The incredible guilt that ate at them like a monster.

If she hadn't gone back into the Feudal Era, then she wouldn't have shattered the Shikon, and no one would have died.

If she hadn't gone back, Sango would still be living with her family, never had. had to go through the tragedy of watching her brother kill her clan, try to kill her, and be controlled like a zombie puppet to do the deeds of a sick fuck called Naraku.

If she hadn't gone back, Kirara would still have her master.

If she hadn't gone back, Miroku, while still cursed, would still be alive to christen his perverted ways on unsuspecting and somewhat willing women.

If she hadn't gone back, Shippo would not have been only orphaned once, but twice.

If she hadn't gone back, Inuyasha would have still been pinned to the tree, but at least had the off chance of being free instead of now being dead.

If she hadn't gone back, Kouga would still be alive and mated with Ayame and with a huge litter, his whole clan around him, alive.

And maybe, if she hadn't gone back, she would be with her mother, brother, and grandfather; and somehow, her presence with her family would have prevented the tragic car accident that ended their lives.

Only two good things came out from the final battle - leaving Shippo and Rin with Kaede and Kirara was a blessing in disguise, and at least they could live the rest of their lives without Naraku haunting their every step.

Kagome breathed out sharply, and stared into those striking green eyes boring into her. The urge to warn him overwhelmed her.

"You do realize by asking me this, by changing the time line, it means nothing will be the same," she warned him, so he knew fully well what he was doing by asking her this and wouldn't regret it. "You will never experience the same thing. You'll be sacrificing the friendships and relationship you've made, losing the friends you have left."

Kagome had her answer before he even spoken a word though – his eyes saying everything with a firm, heart-wrenching flash of determination, despite the cold realization. "It's worth it. They are worth it."

Kagome flashed back to that fateful day, when she died. Her own wish coming back to her.

'A noble wish young miko, to not use it for your own personal gain... 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.'

Kagome swallowed thickly and nodded firmly. "You know, if I had the chance to redo everything – to save the lives of my friends, I'd do it, because... well, I know exactly how you feel," she whispered meaningfully, and Harry could tell that she really did.

Because really, they were both practically children, forced to grow up into the aged warriors they were today, forced to witness the horrendous things that stripped them of their innocence, that would haunt them until the day they'd die.

Suddenly, they gasped, realizing that the other was fading away.

Kagome breathed out, "Guess that's my cue," she murmured, and looked at the boy. "What's your name...?" Kagome asked softly as she began to fade away.

Harry blinked over at her from observing his transparent hand, and lowered his arm. "Harry – Harry Potter..." he breathed out in wonder.

Kagome smiled at the boy who looked her age, with eyes that were older than the beholder – so much like her own. "Nice to meet you, Harry Potter. I'm Kagome, and I promise you, I'll do my best," and with that, she leaned over and planted a small, chaste kiss on his cheek, grabbing his shoulder and squeezing gently.

A little blush coated his cheeks, but he grinned back almost boyishly, breathing out in relief. "Thank you," he told her seriously before he completely faded away.

But before she faded away as well, the Jewel's voice echoed out to her.

"Don't ignore this opportunity, Kagome. This is a chance to right the wrongs as well as your second chance to live. It doesn't have to be just a job – enjoy life. Do not waste it. And do not fail, for you only have one chance. The boy wished for a way, not for it to be."

Kagome wouldn't lie – the idea of living again was an amazing aspect, but it was dampened by the rest of the Jewel's daunting words. She cursed to herself. That was just fucking great.

"You have been warned, Kagome Higurashi..."

Then suddenly, her eyes widened. "But wait, what am I supposed to do? How-?" She sputtered in frustration in a last ditch attempt to get some information.

"Just follow your instincts..."

Kagome stood there jaw working up and down soundlessly.

Now, how in the fucking world was that supposed to help her...?

'Ugh, this is just absolute bullshit!' she whined silently.

Those words, Harry Potter's words, and those striking green eyes staring out from a face with a broken expression, were the last things she remembered before she finally faded away completely.

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