Well, this idea branched off a fic that I originally planned to write in response to a challenge fic. They don't have much similarities but I got it in my head for some reason. It's been nagging me for quite a while so I decided to give it a go. Perhaps I'll post the other story I began later. I am not sure.

But sorry for cliche-ness. (P.s. Sorry chairomori!)

Anyway, please note that I do not own Naruto or the Harry Potter series.

Italics- Thinking and/or talking in Japanese

Bold- Demon or large speaking magical creature.

Shinobi : Wizards

Chapter One

Enter the ninja

Damn it. Why, of all the Hokage, do the seals weaken when I'm in charge? Tsunade thought as she resisted the increasingly growing urge to smash her desk. No, Shizune's already pestering her about the windows. She snorted inwardly. The brat had it coming.

The blonde woman sighed and propped her elbows onto the doomed furniture and studied the cloaked figure before her. She could just throw him out, but no doubt that would scare off other customers. However, he was the first stick-waver these lands have seen in years and he must be powerful to get past even those weakened seals. No small feat. And powerful stick-wavers tend to be rich stick-wavers... After a few moments of silence, she spoke calmly.

"How did you get by the seals?" The man smiled warmly at her - and were his eyes twinkling? Yes, yes they were. She felt a pang in her heart as the man reminded her of her late sensei, although Sarutobi's hair still had some black in it the last time she had seen him.

"My dear, it's not the question how I got past the seals but why I went through the trouble to get past them." The stinging feeling abruptly ceased.

Yes, exactly like her sensei.

The man stroked his beard thoughtfully. The woman before him- what was it those people called her? Ho-kah-gay something?- had said and shown not outward reaction to his reply. Curious. He knew his, how to put it, manner of answering often annoyed people but not so here. Well, he was in a strange country, was he not? Quite brisk and orderly. And when he attempted to read the woman's mind, (she was taking far too long to reply) all he was able to get out were thoughts and feelings of suspicion directed to him before her mental blocks roughly shoved him out. Now that was quite a headache.

"Yes," she suddenly murmured, the glare on her face no doubt letting him know effectively that his recent efforts were felt. "Are you requesting our assistance, that would be the only reason why you would be here."

Albus, for indeed it was he, beamed. So it had worked! These legendary wizards who had separated from the main community such a long time ago. (Though, it was rather odd how their main language was a strange dialect of Japanese.) They were also said to hold great power and offered their services to the highest bidder. He had been fortunate to find files on them from his good friend, Nicholas Flamel, as they sorted through the man's things before he died.

He had put it aside, opting to trust the Ministry the year before and the Dementors (big mistake) the year before that. Last year he had been too preoccupied with reestablishing the Order and convincing the Ministry that the return of Voldemort was indeed true. With a war brewing, now seemed like the best time to search for these isolated wizards. They could help tip the scales of the be impending war in their favor. The woman's sharp voice cut through his musing.

"Well? What will it be; retrieval, surveillance, escort, assassination?" Albus looked at her, startled. Assassination?

"Yes, we do assassinations." The wizard did not realize he had echoed his thoughts however quietly. Albus began to feel uneasy. Was this the reason why these wizards broke off?

"Look, stick-waver," Well, that was a crude name for wizards. "If you're here to hire shinobi, get on with it. There is a long line of clients." Albus cleared his throat and regained his previous (annoying) twinkle.

"Ah, yes. To business then?"

"Yatta! Let's go for some ramen, dattebayo!"

A masked man skipped (yes, skipped) into the village, flinging his arms out as if to embrace the scene. Behind him, his team could only shake their heads at their friend's antics. They watched the blonde continue to babble how he was going to get miso ramen first and maybe pork or beef then wash up and rest... With a sigh, the deer masked Anbu tapped his friend's shoulder, effectively stopping the otherwise never-ending stream of blabber.

"Naruto." The blonde turned to face his friend. "Enough talking, get moving." Clean and simple was Shikamaru's style.

"Yosh!" And with that, Naruto ran, leaving a trail of dust and coughing friends behind.

"Tch, troublesome." The brunette turned at a giggle and watched the pink haired Anbu stifle them.

"You know he always does that when we return from a mission."

"Yes. The longer we're away, the louder he gets," he replied dryly. He looked up to stare at the clouds as he walked, something his fiancee often scolded him for (what for? He never walked into anyone) and swore. Sakura whipped out a kunai and held it defensively in front of her. Shikamaru waved at her to relax and pointed viciously to the sky. A hawk circled above them.

"Aw, Tsunade-sensei!"

A very grumpy Naruto entered with his team into Tsunade's office. She just had to call them before he could get his ramen. He glared through his mask at the old lady and she glared back.

"Good, now that you're all here," Naruto quickly glanced around and caught sight of Neji, Tenten and Lee. He waved at them which Lee responded to enthusiastically. "I can brief you about your new mission in England. You will be-" She was (rudely) Interrupted by several cries.

"England?! ENGLAND?!"

"What do you mean, England?"

"England?"

"Yes," the Godaime hissed, glaring at Naruto, Lee and Shikamaru respectively. "England."

"As in," Naruto said slowly, his face, no doubt, twisting in confusion behind his mask. "England, one of the seven continents England?"

"No," the older blonde growled. "You're thinking about Europe."

"In any case," Neji's smooth voice cut between the argument, his eye (just barely) twitching. "It is beyond our borders." Several soft murmmurs agreed with him. "What business would stick-wavers have with us?"

"I was getting to that," she sent a glare at Naruto who huffed and crossed his arms with a childish pout. "Well, it appears that a stick-waver managed to get passed the seals, it appears they have weakened considerably as the kages," she coughed sheepishly. "Had forgotten to check on it regularly. Yes, yes, I already called the old pervert over to fix it." Tsunade waved away her concerned student's exclamation of "Tsunade-sensei!"

"You are to guard a magical school - don't you dare interrupt me, Naruto!- specifically one student. This 'Har-e Potterr'," she frowned briefly, the Continents had strange names. "Seems to be the target of this mad stick-waver called 'Lorde Voh-di-morte.' Dumbledore (the client) has hired two teams and I suggested that you may go under the pretense that you are exchange students."

"Hokage-sama," Shikamaru spoke, a frown detected in his voice. "You know as Anbu we have no name and have no face during our missions." Naruto and Sakura nodded in solemn agreement.

"Which is exactly why you," Tsunade pointed at the jounin Neji, Tenten and Lee. "Are posing as students and you," She pointed at the Anbu. "As they're guards." The shinobi nodded at the logic, murmuring quietly to each other.

"So they are our age yet still learning," Shikamaru muttered to himself, storing that in his mind for future reference. These outside 'Continents' had always intrigued him with they're foreign ways. Back in the Academy, they had learned some history between the Elemental Countries and the Continents, especially concerning stick-wavers.

"Hai," Tsunade nodded and handed a scroll to the captain of each team, Neji and Naruto. "The exact details are all there. Dismissed." They saluted, Naruto no doubt with a cheeky grin behind his mask, and left. The blond groaned. "I'm too old for this."

She promptly chugged down a full sake bottle she had saved from her students' wrath.

"Waaaaah!" Naruto, now unmasked, threw his arms up in the air. They, they being jounin team one and Anbu team 3, were over at Shikamaru's. The shadow user's home was large, although nowhere near the size of the Hyuuga complex (not that they wanted to go over there. The Hyuuga family was still trying to set things right in the family.), due to the Nara clans deer breeding for their antlers. They had stocked up considerably with equipment only to get informed that they would be leaving one week later, hence Naruto's yelling. Sighing, Sakura tapped her captain's head to shut him up, sending him to the ground with a loud 'BANG!"

"Sakura," the Nara groaned, setting aside his mask. "Don't do that. Please. I like my floor intact." With that said and done, they slipped out of their armor and settled down to read more about their mission.

1 week later

The sun was rising as several people arrived at the great gate of Konoha at the scheduled time. Sakura and Tenten discussed how to strengthen the medic-nin's senbon, Naruto and Lee began a rather vicious game of rock, paper, scissors slap and Neji and Shikamaru spoke quietly about their research of the Continents.

Suddenly, a loud crack sounded in the air and an elderly man materialized before them. Dumbledore blinked in surprise at the armed shinobi, startled. There was a whisper, an order by the crisp words, from one of them and the weapons (strange ones, they seemed to be knives of some sort) disappeared in a flash. Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak but just then his brain registered what his eyes were seeing and what he gasped out wasn't what he had planned to say.

"You are just children!" Why, they were no older than Harry himself! The 'children' visibly bristled. Then the wizard turned to see the rest of the group and gasped again. Three cloaked figures were off to the side, hoods covered their faces and Dumbledore could see white masks poking out from under them. The only reason he didn't hex them right off the bat was one, they were the assigned shinobi and two, only two were cloaked in black. The one in the middle adorned a white cloak.

"Please, Dumbledore-san," the long haired girl spoke softly, her oddly deep voice cold. "You insult us." She was warning him and the old man felt an involuntary shiver crawl up his spine. It told him to best heed that warning.

"Ah, forgive me," he bowed politely to the youths and they relaxed, apparently satisfied. Straightening, Dumbledore gave then a smile, though it was slightly strained. "You all seem to be well informed." They nodded curtly. His smile grew and he held out an old book. "Well, shall we?"

The shinobi on gate duty gaped as six shinobi, a special jounin team and a Anbu team, and an old man disappeared right before their very eyes. They glanced at each other. Well you don't see that everyday.

Sorry, it's a little rough around the edges at the end but I want to post this up before I get buried in homework. I lost some inspiration by the end (yah, just an excuse but oh well)

I got the basic plot going but it isn't down packed, I'm sort of drifting along until I am struck by lightning that will jolt my brain and become a fanfiction genius. Hey, I can dream.

I'm really going try to stick with this story. I've left my other stories hanging and now I have no idea what I was trying to accomplish with them. I'll finish this and maybe rewrite the others. A warning: updates will not be frequent, possibly ranging for several months (this chapter alone took me two months, three if you count the rough draft). But maybe reviews will spark the urge to sit down and type :

Please review and tell me what you think. Ja! First weekend of the school year people!

Important!

I've re posted this chapter with a preview added and, hopefully, the second chapter will be up to your standards

Tenten could see the other occupants in the inn gaping as well but ignored them, glaring at Dumbledore and repeated what she said. Albus swallowed several times. Seconds pass. Then, as Lee takes a threatening step towards the elder, Dumbledore replied shakily.

"Well, that never happened before."

The shinobi exploded

Chapter Two, Lessons of Pain