AN: So while I was trying to figure out what to write next for updates on my other stuff, I came up with this story. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I have writing it so far. The first chapter will be told from McGonagall's POV but after that all the other chapters will be from Harry's POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own the story line or characters from the Inuyasha or Harry Potter series. They belong to their owners Rumiko Takahashi and JK Rowling.
Minerva McGonagall paced around the Headmaster's office… her office, while the portraits of past headmasters watched on amusingly. Albus Dumbledore's portrait let out a small chuckle.
She quickly shot him a glare. "I don't know what you're laughing about. If anything goes wrong, it's not your fault."
"Don't forget Minerva," the twinkle in the old man's eye, even in portrait format, was still there. "You will have the help of two of the best wizards in the world and no doubt, one very bright witch."
Before she could get another word in, a knock came from the door. Minerva sighed, made herself presentable, and opened the door. The doorframe revealed two young men, ones she'd known since they were born. Two boys that have endured the hardest struggles and battles anyone could face. They were none other than Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
Even though the two technically never graduated from Hogwarts due to its complete destruction during the Second Wizarding War, their names, along with many others now, were well known throughout the wizarding world, and they were quickly hired by the Ministry of Magic as Aurors.
"Professor," the two said in acknowledgment and stepped into the office. Harry glanced around the room that was now very different from the way Albus had kept it, all those years he was called into his office for both good and bad reasons. The look on his pained face broke the new headmaster's heart. She wished she had called them there under better circumstances.
"Please boys, I'm not your professor anymore, call me Minerva," she responded. They looked at each other uncomfortably before focusing their attention back on her. Old habits do die hard after all.
She looked at Ron. He was now 20 years old, and still the red-haired, freckled Weasley boy he'd always been. Last she'd heard his wife was pregnant. "How's Hermione doing?"
"Oh you know… She's being her usual bookworm self. She's aspiring to be the next Gilderoy Lockhart y'know, writing books about our adventures at Hogwarts." He looked over at Harry. "Pesters us every night for interviews on what we remember…"
Minerva smiled and looked over at Harry. "And you Mr. Potter, how is your fiancée doing?"
"Not so engaged actually," Harry said sadly. "She decided to break it off." He hesitated, not wanting to tell the reason she had broken up with him. "With all due respect Headmaster McGonagall, I'm more interested in this new mission you've hired us for."
"Right. I'll do my best to explain, but not even I know all the details." She went and sat behind her desk and motioned for the two men to sit down in the chairs in front of it. "I'm sure the two of you remember Professor Snape."
Harry glanced down at his feet. How could he forget the man who loved his mother so much, he dedicated his own life and safety just to protect him? "He was a great man. The best."
Minerva smiled at him. "Then I'm sure you won't mind doing him a favor." Both Ron and Harry looked at her intrigued, but ready to help anything if it was for the honor of Severus Snape. "Believe it or not, Snape had a daughter."
"Bloody Hell," Ron stared at her with disbelief. "Someone mated with him?" Harry nudged him in the ribs. "What? Just because he was an honorable man, doesn't mean I could see someone sleeping with him…" Ron held his ribcage in pain.
"How come we've never heard of her, Professor? Did she attend Hogwarts with us? What house and year was she in? Or is she here now?" Harry asked, trying to get to the bottom of business.
"Unfortunately it's not that easy…" Minerva glanced up at Dumbledore's portrait, where he was happily pretending to be asleep. "She lives in Japan and has no knowledge of the wizarding world and magic. She is in her last year of Muggle School though, 18 years old."
"There is no way Snape could have a daughter, let alone a muggle daughter," Ron said matter of factly.
"As rude as Ron is being, I must agree with him," Harry said while shooting Ron an annoyed look. "Snape was too powerful and too Slytherin to not have produced a magic wielding child."
"Well, I wouldn't say she isn't magical," Minerva said. "Snape did not want her to know about the magic world, with Voldemort being around at the time. However, she had a more important mission she had to accomplish at the time." Minerva sighed. Here is where it was going to get interesting. "The thing is, she has an object that she was born to protect, it is probably the most powerful object in the world, even more powerful than the elder wand was."
Now Harry stared at her in disbelief. "What could possibly be more powerful than the elder wand? Let alone be protected by a girl that doesn't know about magic?"
"I wouldn't say she doesn't know anything about magic. She knows she is different. But I can't really explain that to you. I'm not certain about those details. But this object is very important and even has the potential to bring Voldemort back to life." Minerva stated gravely.
"That's not possible!" Ron shouted angrily, at the edge of his seat. "Harry destroyed all of horcruxes. He even had to die to get the last one. Every last bit of Voldemort's soul has been destroyed."
"You don't understand the power of this object, Mr. Weasley. Very few people know of its existence. Even I just found out about it. But there is always a chance that a death eater might seek it out to restore his master."
"So then, what is our official mission?" Harry asked.
"You're mission is to protect Snape's daughter and the object she protects. If you fail, we might be facing Voldemort all over again, or even worse, a more powerful threat." She looked at the two grown men. Never did she think that she'd be handing out missions to two of her old students.
"How hard could it be?" Ron sat back relaxed. "Free trip to Japan, protect a muggle. And hey," he nudged Harry, "You always did like Asian girls didn't you?"
Harry chuckled at his best friend's joke. Even Headmaster McGonagall couldn't help but smile. "I suppose it won't be too bad," Harry responded. "Do we at least get a name, Professor?"
"A first name is all I have along with a few unsent letters. I don't know anything else about her," The two boys leaned forward again. "Her name is Kagome, and if you can't protect her, the world as we know it could be over."
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