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I'd never given much thought to it, but there really was no point in having a friggin' feast just because we ended spring break. Seriously, it's never happened before, so why should it happen now? I sighed as I took my seat at the end of the Gryffindor table. No one really talked to me at the table. I don't think anyone really liked me, either. I think it was because I'd always been so blunt. The first thing I said to Harry Potter when I met him was that I thought he was cute. I said the Weasley twins were weird. I thought Hermione was a friggin' know-it-all. I thought Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil were ditzy-hag-clones. A lot of the Gryffindors said I'd fit in better with Slytherins. I disagreed. They corrected themselves when I told Pansy Parkinson that I thought the majority of the Slytherin girls from the third year up were whores and the boys were mindless zombies driven by their sex drive. I guess I deserved the isolation, not that it particularly bothered me. I'd always been a loaner, even my father thought so.
So as I sat there, pondering the pointless feast, I didn't expect my home life to crash into my school life. I mean the fact that I was here was odd in and of itself, but that didn't bother the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Man he had a weird name. His full name was Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Now, how the hell did a normal name like Brian get in there? Seriously? What, did her mom lose her inspiration or something? Or did his dad decide to reign her in before she called him anything stupid like Nikabrik? Anyway, Dumbledore had always been a reformist, always looking to make the world a better place. I kinda admired him. I kinda thought he was completely insane. But then, so was I, so that really didn't count for much. Especially since I never learned how to lie, I just learned to hold my tongue or answer things vaguely.
I was still stuck on why we were having a bloody feast to end spring break when Dumbledore stood up to address the school.; It all fell silent. God, that was cool.
"My dear students," said Dumbledore, with a bright smile on hyis face. "I assume you've all been wondering why we are having this feast."
Damn straight, I thought.
"Well, it would be my pleasure to announce a historical moment in History," he said. "Tonight, The children of magic will dine with the Progeny of Chakra!"
My mouth fell open. This had to be a joke? How did this happen? They wouldn't reveal themselves to a school of wizards, would they?
But the great oak doors swung open, and there they were. I was shocked to see that the one in the front was my very own Kage. He was the Kazekage of my village, Sunagakure no Sato. Subaku no Gaara. I knew a lot about him, naturally. He was only five years older than me, pegging him at twenty. He died before, and he was an extraordinary ninja. Flanking him to his left was his older sister, Temari no Kaze and flanking his left was his older brother, Kankurou no Kugutsu-shukun. Behind them was Gaara's student and Assistant, Matsuri.
All around me, I could hear the buzz of the hall as they walked down the aisle, their nimble feet barely audible on the limestone floors. Every time I saw the Kazekage, I was overwhelmed by his presence, his powerful aura. Not like Old Man Dumbledore, but still, just as strong.
"My dear lord Kazekage," said Dumbledore warmly. "Shall we greet each other the British way, or the Japanese way?"
"Neither," said Gaara. "We've been greeted well enough."
Dumbledore nodded.
"And now, a speech from the Kazekage, give him your full, undivided attention," Dumbledore said.
"He is so hott," Lavender giggled to her best friend, who only giggled in return.
"That hottie can kill you in less than a second," I told them.
They both glared at me, then looked at Kazekage-sama. He approached the podium and looked out over the school, doing a quick survey of everyone.
"I can see that many of you are shocked," he said with a self-satisfied smirk. "And rightly so, because Ninja and Wizards have been quarreling since they parted company ages ago. It is my belief, no, it is the belief of the Leaders of the Five Great Villages of Konoha, Suna, Iwa, Kumo, and Kiri that we end this mindless squabble. We have so much to learn from each other, and so much to understand-"
"You can't be a Kage, you're too young!" shouted Draco Malfoy from the Slytherin table.
I smirked and Gaara let out an eerie chuckle that resonated through the hall.
"True, I'm only Twenty years old," Gaara said to Malfoy. "But Age doesn't matter, I am still quite capable of killing everyone in this room. Not that I will, of course."
I frowned sympathetically, I don't think anyone would want Gaara to return to his old ways.
"Besides," said Gaara. "I became the Kazekage when I was fourteen, so I do think I know what I'm doing."
"Burn," said the Weasley twins.
Gaara resumed his original speech.
"As the Kazegae, I will be here at Hogwarts for the rest of the year during school hours," he said. "Why? Because I have a class that I will teach all grades, by the request of the Headmaster, Ninja theory and history. When you all arrive at your dorms tonight, there will be textbooks on your beds, placed there by my brother."
Kankurou-dono nodded and grinned.
"And let me tell you something, I will not take any crap, so I wouldn't suggest you start anything in my class," said Gaara in a cold tone.
I was the first one to start clapping, to everyone's surprise. The Kazkeage's eyes zeroed in on me, But I kept my expression free of anything that would give me away. I never met the Kazekage personally, my father always handed me the missions because he worked directly with the Kazekage and I was, as I said, a loaner. I was never one for teamwork. Daddy was scared of my meeting the Kazekage, thought I was going to offend him or something.
Anyway, a confused Hogwarts student body joined my in clapping, it was a while before the students started clapping properly. Like with the Umbridge bitch. God I hated her. I made it a personal goal not to talk in her class because then I'd complain about how she wasn't teaching us shit. I was part of the DA, so I was still learning loads from harry, but he found it awkward talking to me because when he asked me what I thought of his teaching I told him that it reminded me of fantasies about staying after with the teacher. It was odd, because I told him it was only sexual attraction, not anything to go off of. Bloody idiot, men are stupid.
Gaara-sama left the Podium and I saw my superiors join the high table with the teacher. Dumbledore stood and said my favorite line ever.
"Let the feast begin!"
I let out a cheer with most of the students and began eating. I didn't engage in the conversation as I ate. I found no reason to, no one ever clued me in on anything. I was the first one to leave the Great Hall that night, and I went directly up to the Gryffindor Tower. It was always like that. The first to leave or arrive somewhere. Man, sometimes being a loaner was really depressing. I mean, I could probably make some friends if I'd learned to shut up, but what was the point of trying to hide who I was? What was the point in keeping pointless secrets? None. That's what. So I decided to let them be, and they'll let me be. I took my evening shower, I was the only one who did, then put on my short blue night dress and went to bed. The last thought on my mind was whether or not I was going to dignify Draco Malfoy with an answer to his request for a date. Oh, what a simple-minded fool I was.