Silk & Wool

By: MercurialMelon

Summary: (Rewrite of "For Those Among Us") Harry Potter disappeared from the Dursley's doorstep that fateful night; Hattori was a shinobi that made clothes come to life. Slow-burn possibly slash! Later on. (Way later)

A/N: So I went back and Re-read what I wrote for "For Those Among Us" and didn't like what I read. In general, I realized what I wrote ended up reading as pretty directionless and I didn't even try and outline any events leading to some pretty disorderly writing so here is a re-write; a complete overhaul lol.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto and do not own nor make a profit off of anything. This story is written purely for my own enjoyment, I own nothing but what I added in.

Chapter One: Chiaki

Slaughter, the small city of Chiaki had been stormed by an army of mercenaries in the dead of night, it was nothing if not a massacre. The city had no Shinobi, no internal militia; just merchants, festivals and the thousands of glowing lights that were lit day in and day out, the same lights the city was named after. The orphanage was in the heart of the city, close to the magisters office and their evacuation had been quick.

It had started after the first explosions went off at the very edges of the city, great plumes of smoke could be seen from every window; the faint orange glow of flames roaring in the distance. The older kids yelled for everybody to get in order, desperately. Toys and books littered the ground, he stumbled over them and cursed as he attempted to fall in line with the others.

"Get downstairs; don't make a sound, everything will be fine." The head matron said with a shaky voice, patting his back reassuringly. The matron repeated the same line to each child as they marched down into the bunker, she choked back tears with each kid that passed her by; falling apart as the last little girl walked into the dark room. He'd still been groggy, and the entire situation had felt so dreamlike that he had followed instructions without thinking, descending into the dark bunker not knowing what was going on, he sorely wished it'd stayed that way.

- Line Break -

The children around him sobbed, clutching at each other tightly and he wasn't any different. Hattori couldn't help the tears streaming down his face, he tried so hard to keep them back but they just kept coming.

"Where *Hic* is Konoha?" a boy wailed from his left.

Hattori wiped his face with his sleeves, where was Konoha? Where was the Shinobi that were meant to protect them? To come running to their rescue? Where are the heroes that Akiyama-sensei raved about?

"They ain't cominge, Kuma! They don't give a shit about kids like us" Another boy hissed. He was older, with bags around his eyes that made him look like a skinny raccoon.

"He's right!"

"No! Akiyama-Sensei said they'll come!"

"…They will, won't they?"

They weren't, Hattori thought, they weren't coming…It was a morbid line of thinking, and Hattori tried his best to make it go away but it clung to the back of his mind like rot. The others around him debated on whether or not they'd be saved, some wondered if anybody was still alive past their little group.

Hattori felt it when the attack on the city had finally ended. He was sure everybody did; the entire group had fallen into an uneasy silence. All at once they'd realized that they could no longer hear the deafening sounds of bombs or the faint screams. Hattori crawled back to the wall opposite of the door, the others soon followed suit; every child sitting shoulder to shoulder for protection, packed tighter than a can of sardines. Hattori couldn't decide what was worse, as some of the others restarted their now muffled cries; the sounds of a city being destroyed or the eeriness that came after.

The quiet stretched on for what seemed like hours, he cried for a while like some, lapsed into the haunting silence like others, and finally just fell asleep as exhaustion swept over him.

He woke up with the screeching sound of the door, the bunker had been opened and Hattori cried from relief. The people in front of them were Konoha shinobi. The tension he hadn't realized was there faded and his body relaxed. They would be okay, everything would be fine like the matron had told him like she had told all of them.

Hattori soon found, that these shinobi were no Hashirama or Yondaime. Though to the group of kids, they could've been sewer rats and still be seen as Kami. These shinobi was as unkempt as they were, bawdy and loud, and they didn't look like heroes; the faint sheen that reflected off the dull metal of their headbands, the olive green of their jackets, the smell of iron that hung around them like the plague, none of it reminded Hattori of a hero; but none of that mattered, the other orphans told him, they were saved!

So why was it, Hattori thought, while being picked up by one of these Kami; did he feel like something was terribly wrong?

- Line Break -

Chiaki had been razed to the ground by a band of starving mercenaries. A horde that descended upon the town with no warning and no plan. Killing anything that dared move; and looting everything else. By the time the emergency missive had reached the Hokage; nothing was left of Chiaki, nothing but a group of orphans that were quickly relocated behind Konoha's protective walls.

A few months later every single mercenary would be found dead; from their hideouts in the underwater caves of Kiri to the dunes of Suna. Every single corpse would be laid out on their stomach in a pool of their own blood and filth, a trademark swirl carved into their backs.

End - Chapter One: Chiaki

A/N: So what do y'all think? I prefer this formatting a bit more and I have an idea of where I'm going which is like…super weird for me who usually just starts writing with nothing in mind.