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Disclaimer: I do not own a single thing. Not any of the Naruto characters or J.K. Rowling's wonderful world of Harry Potter, I'm just borrowing them.

Authors Note: If you didn't get it in the summary this is a cross-over fic but with absolutely no original Harry Potter characters. None—zip, nada. All 100 percent Naruto. The plot will be all original too. No just putting the characters in Harry Potter's place or Ron's. It's all unique. If you still don't understand please ask in a review or pm so I can clarify it for you. Also, if any, ANY AT ALL, of my information is wrong please tell me so I can fix it. I don't know all that much about Harry Potter.

I am not sure if this will be a yaoi or not. I'd like your vote on that matter. As for the couplings, he he he, first come first serve. You mention the couple and if works in the plot I'll add it. :) Expect for the ones I hate (they are listed on my profile).

Last thing I promise. I am debating on whether or not I should just make up my own Japanese version of Hogwarts and give credit to J.K. Rolling by saying I based it off of Hogwarts. Could you guys tell me your opinion on this as well? Oh! Yeah, this will be hopefully updated every other week or sometimes even weekly. Thank you.

Chapter 1: A Ruff Start

Mrs. Yamanaka and Mrs. Nara have been gossip buddies since their school days and always make a point to meet up and discuss the latest rumors every week. Mrs. Nara has flower arranging lessons every Thursday over at Mrs. Yamanaka's and it was usually after the lesson that they would sit down with a steaming cup of tea and talk. It was expected of course that all the famous families of the magical world would be discussed.

Last week, they had talked about how inexperienced and talent lessthe Hyuuga heir was said to be. Information like that was priceless and it had fed their hungry conversation for a good hour or two. This week Mrs. Nara had an especially juicy gossip for her friend.

"Okay the class is over now; you have got to tell me the news! I've been dying to hear it for days!" Mrs. Yamanaka said desperately as they sat down at their usual white table.

Mrs. Nara smiled and sipped at her tea, taking the extra time to blow on it.

"Come on. Stop tormenting me and tell me already!" Mrs. Yamanaka pleaded helplessly. She just had to know.

Satisfied the other was eager enough Mrs. Nara set her teacup down and toke a deep breath. "You know my husband is in charge of the muggle affairs don't you?" she asked. Mrs. Yamanaka nodded eagerly for her to continue. "Well, he was walking over to his office last Friday and he overheard Mr. Saboku telling Mr. Zalin that Fugaku Uchiha is up for another promotion!"

Mrs. Yamanaka inhaled deeply, the surprise enough to almost cause her to spill the teacup she had lifted to her lips. "Another one? But he was just elected Court Marshal four months ago!

Sharing her friend's amazement Mrs. Nara shook her head sadly. "I know. It's just amazing isn't it? I had thought for sure this newest promotion would be that man's last, but he just seems to be climbing higher and higher!"

"Is he that great of a wizard then? He must be if he is rising in the ranks that quickly," Mrs. Yamanaka stated distastefully.

"I've never seen him do anything myself, the Uchiha are so closed nit you know, but he has got to be. He is after the head of the Uchiha, and those people are always talented."

"Speaking of them, did you hear about the latest screening Mikoto was forced to take?" Mrs. Yamanaka exclaimed excitedly.

"No I didn't, that poor woman had to take another?"

Mrs. Yamanaka nodded remorsefully. "Yes she did, the Hyuuga demanded it. According to them they think she's part vampire. And they would know, being famous vampire hunters after all."

It was Mrs. Nara's turn to be surprised now. "You're kidding! I thought the vampire accusations had been proved false years ago."

"So did I but I overheard a couple of Uchiha women talking about it yesterday and get this, they think it's true!"

"Are you saying Mikoto is part-vampire?" Mrs. Nara demanded.

"That is—oh my, is that her right outside?"

Mrs. Nara turned around to follow her friend'sgaze to the window where Diagon alley was clearly visible. "It is and my goodness, they're coming into your store!"

The brunette woman's words were true and indeed, three well-dressed individuals were entering Mrs. Yamanaka's Apothecary.

Rising quickly from her seat Mrs. Yamanaka hurried to greet them. "Hello and welcome to my store," she said pleasantry.

It was easy to believe the rumors when you looked at Fugaku's wife. Mikoto Uchiha was a tall, pretty woman with long striking black hair and pale pretty features. She had big, deep dark gray eyes that seemed black from far away. It was very easy indeed to believe the accusations.

"Hello, we've just come by to get some of my boy's school supplies." Mikoto's voice was sultry and smooth like the sleekest silk thread.

Not letting any of her excitement show Mrs. Yamanaka smiled happily at them. "Of course, Hogwarts starts soon doesn't it?" She asked conversationally.

"Yes it does. Itachi, Sasuke why don't you two give this good women the list of herbs you will need," Mikoto suggested to the two boys standing at her side.

Mrs. Yamanaka turned her gaze to the boys Mikoto had addressed and was instantly struck with a sense of déjà-vu. The boy to the woman's right was so obviously Fugaku's child it would be impossible to say differently. He had his father's stark black hair and long worry lines. His eyes, slanted at the end with long lashes and deep grey eyes must have come from his mother but everything else about him, from his regal bearing to his build was completely his father.

The second child on the other hand was a near carbon copy of his mother. He had the exact same shade of night sky hair and pale creamy skin as Mikoto. His eyes were large and so dark she doubted they could be called gray. The younger boy looked even more the classic vampire than his mother.

Two slips of parchment suddenly toke up her line of vision, forcing Mrs. Yamanka to realize the boys were handing her their lists. She took the papers from them and quickly got the herbs listed. It was hard to not stare the topic of her gossip as she worked but somehow she managed to sneak glances a few times.

Each time she did so the three of them were doing the same thing. Mikoto was talking quietly to the eldest, Itachi she had heard Mikoto call him, while Sasuke, the younger one, stood awkwardly to the side of them. Mrs. Yamanaka was no genius at judging character but she could easily tell the young boy was uncomfortable and annoyed at the blatant disinterest his mother seemed to show him.

She had stared long enough and the bags were ready. Still smiling like a good patron she was, Mrs. Yamanaka brought the two white bags to the counter. "Here you are. I've gathered everything on the list. Is there anything else I can get you?" She asked.

Mikoto shook her head and handed Mrs. Yamanaka a few galleons. Picking up the bags she gestured the boys out the door, remembering to throw a quick thank you to Mrs. Yamanaka as she left.

"Okay boys, what do you have left to get?" Mikoto said as they walked out of the Apothecary and out into the street.

"I need some new quills and we still need to get my books," Itachi said.

Mikoto smiled and addressed her youngest son. "What about you Sasuke?"

Sasuke pulled out the list he had gotten in the mail and looked it over. "I need an owl, a wand, and my books," he obediently told her.

"Why don't Itachi and I get the books while you head over to Marlon's Owlery and pick out a nice bird? Here's the money, it should be plenty so bring some back okay?"

Biting back the smart retort he wanted to make, Sasuke nodded, took the money, and started for the mentioned shop a little ways down the street. He hated how his mother chose his brother over him. He wasn't neglected or anything so pathetic as that but he wasn't fawned over like his brother either.

He resisted the urge to scowl and pout as the thought of his brother came to mind. Itachi was the pinnacle of an Uchiha—talented, analytical and a teacher's pet. Sasuke was…not so much your typical Uchiha. He had his mother's exotic features and a streak of rebellion that gave him no end of trouble. He often wondered if it was because of his uncanny resemblance to his mother that he was treated the way he was. Mikoto was not originally an Uchiha and because of that she wasn't widely accepted by the rest of the family.

He had arrived at the shop and with his entrance into the large store all depressing thoughts of family drifted away. Inside Marlon's Owlery was such an array of exotic birds Sasuke was left breathless. Gorgeous hawks rested their feet in tall wooden cages to the right, magnificent bald eagles and great owls of every color took up most of the left wall. There were many other birds Sasuke couldn't begin to identify.

"Hello! Welcome to Marlon's Owlery, how may I help you?" a tall balding man in ugly pea-green robes asked loudly.

"I-I need a bird," Sasuke stammered embarrassingly. He had been so caught up in the beauty of the creatures he had failed to respond how he should have. It was a good thing either of his parents weren't here.

"Well you've come to the right place," the man said as he gestured to the birds around him. "We have everything and anything you can think of, a new batch of Australian falcons just came in yesterday, would you like to see them?"

Sasuke nodded and followed the odd man to the back of the store. Nestled in their cages were a few of the prettiest birds Sasuke had seen yet. They had great big claws and beautiful gold and brown feathers. They were exactly what Sasuke wanted, and he said so.

"You have good taste. These birds are some of the fastest flyers out there and can carry up to 20 lbs," the man rattled over happily. "They sale at 25 galleons regularly but I'll give you one for 15. What do you say?"

Sasuke glanced at the money his mother had given him. 17 galleons and 4 knuts, he would have barely anything left. Looking back up at the birds he decided it would be worth it. Itachi didn't have a bird this beautiful. "I'll take one," Sasuke told the storekeeper.

The man beamed and opened the cage. "This one here is called Freya but you can rename her if you want," he said as he lifted one of the birds out.

"No that's okay, Freya's fine. Can I pet her?"

"Of course, all Marlon birds are very friendly," the man promised.

Carefully lifting his arm to hover above the bird Sasuke lightly set his hand on the bird's back. The reaction was instant—Freya screeched and flapped her wings roughly, flying off to the rafters.

Sasuke scowled and stared rudely at the bird. "I thought you said they were friendly," he pointed out.

The store keeper stuttered an apology and got another bird from the cage. "T-this one should be fine. Astor is a real calm boy."

A bit untrusting but still wanting to touch the bird he tried again. Astor reacted even more violently than Freya had. He bit Sasuke's hand and clawed at the store keeper before flying off.

He was losing his patience at his failure to touch a bird. He told the store keeper, Hector, exactly that. Hector reassured him once again the birds were tame and very friendly with everyone. "Then why won't they let me touch them?" Sasuke demanded.

Hector nervously rubbed at his hands as he answered. "I'm not sure. Perhaps it's the breed. Let's try some owls okay?"

They tried owls and got the same reaction. Eagles, crows, and ravens too refused Sasuke. They tried every breed of bird in the store and each one refused to let the young boy touch them.

"Never in my fifty years of bird-breeding have I seen such a thing! I'm so sorry. I can't seem to get one of them to calm down," Hector exclaimed as they watched the last bird fly off.

By this time Sasuke had decided birds didn't just dislike him, they hated him. Why else would they have such a fit about him touching them? "That's okay, I'll just get a cat or something," he said somberly as he walked to the door. Looking back behind him he thanked Hector and left the store.

Minutes later his mother and brother came into view. They had two big shopping bags in each hand and Itachi was sporting a brand new robe. Sasuke had little doubt his own robes and books were somewhere in the one of those bags.

"Where is your bird Sasuke?" Mikoto asked as they met up with him.

Shrugging indifferently he pawed through the bag Mikoto handed to him. "There wasn't one I liked, can I just use one of Itachi's old ones?" he lied smoothly, having done something similar on many occasions.

His mother sensed the lie but agreed nonetheless. "You can use that money for a wand then. Nachel Wands is just around the corner. If we hurry we'll make it home before your father gets back from work," she said.

Nachel Wands was an old run-down but popular wand store almost everyone seemed to visit. The outside was nothing real impressive, all brick with soft warn wooden framed windows, but the inside was a real treat. Tall box filled shelves that seemed to stretch clear up out of the store lined the walls. Padded green carpet stretched across the store, accented by a few beckoning wood chairs.

Within moments of their entrance the owner, a raggedy old man appropriately named Nachel met them with a small smile. "Hello Mikoto, I see you've brought young Sasuke. Time for his first wand hmm?" he asked warmly.

Mikoto smiled warmly back at him. "Yes I have. Come Sasuke, let's get started. Your father will be back within the hour." Lightly pushing Sasuke toward Nachel Mikoto took a seat in one of the three chairs placed near the check-out counter. Itachi followed his mother's example and toke a seat himself.

Sasuke felt awkwardly standing there, almost like he was on display or something just as embarrassing. Unsure what exactly he was supposed to do Sasuke timidly asked Nachel if they could get started.

The old man didn't answer and continued to smile at Sasuke when suddenly he lifted his hand to point at a shelf. The action caused a long box to fly out of its place on the shelf and into Nachel's awaiting hand.

"Of course, let's try this one first. 13 inches, flexible redwood with a scale of a Chinese dragon," Nachel explained as he handed the box to Sasuke.

Tentatively reaching out his hand he took the box and after opening it picked the redwood wand up. Not having watched his brother get a wand he was uncertain of what he was supposed to do. Going on a hunch he flicked the wand a few times. Nothing happened. No sparks or sounds, nothing. Maybe he had done it wrong?

He must not have for Nachel shook his head lightly and plucked the wand from Sasuke. "A little too much like father's wand I suppose. Should have known better, you're not much like him are you?" Nachel muttered as he put the wand away. "No matter, we'll just try again." True to his word another box flew out of its place and straight to Nachel.

Sasuke tried it, Mahogany with the blood of a siren, and got the same reaction as the other wand.

"Not like your mother either? Oh unusual, no matter, we'll find it. We always do. Here, try this one. Oak, sixteen inches with a griffon feather," Nachel said as he handed yet another wand to Sasuke.

For the next half an hour Sasuke tried an endless amount of wands, but nothing seemed to work.

After the failure of the latest wand Sasuke, growing tired of the ceremony, voiced an idea that had been forming in his mind for a quite sometime. "Can I pick one out myself?" he asked Nachel.

The old man looked surprised at the suggestion but it was practical so he agreed.

Sasuke knew he only had one chance to pick the right one so he had to choose carefully. Calmly walking along the shelves he let his fingers trail against the boxes, feeling the smooth wooden ends of the different boxes. It was all about instinct, he knew that and when his hand rested on a old box and felt his hands mechanically grip it he knew it was the right one. Smirking in victory he pulled it off the shelf and carried it back to the front counter.

"Found one did you? Well let's see it," Nachel chirped happily. He had never tried having the student pick the wand, he was eager to see how well it worked.

Sasuke opened the box and without looking at the wand waved it about. Instantly red sparks shot out of its tip.

Nachel broke in a large grin. "Splendid, your method worked. How curious it would be that one…" Chuckling softly he walked over to the counter. "I should have known, it was so obvious…funny…funny," Nachel mumbled happily. Reaching under the counter he pulled out a bag. "Bring the wand here boy I'll box it up for you."

Sasuke did as he was told. As he watched the man wrap the box up he asked why Nachel thought him choosing this wand was funny.

"That wand is one of the oldest I own in this store, cherry wood with a fine coat of silver dust. Twelve-and-a-half inches with a full tablespoon of Basilisk blood. I've never sold one like it Mr. Uchiha, not in the 58 years I've worked here. Basilisk blood is picky my boy, very picky." Nachel resumed his chuckling when he finished, only stopping to tell him it would ten gallons.

Sasuke paid the man and, with the rest of his silent family, left the store.

Both Mikoto and Itachi said nothing the whole trip back to their house. It was only when they had sat down with Fugaku for dinner did they breach the topic of Sasuke's wand. Even then it was only because Fugaku mentioned it.

"How did the school shopping go?" Fugaku asked.

"It went fine Father. Sarutobi's new book on defensive charms came out so Mother bought it for me," Itachi answered.

"Excellent, I heard that one was one of his better pieces. Did you pick up the new quills you needed?"

"Yes I did. They are the cedar ones we looked at earlier. Oh, Sasuke got his wand," Itachi said casually, the warning glare Mikoto sent him completely ignored.

"He needed one didn't he? What type is it? Yew with groundup dragon teeth like your own?" Fugaku asked.

Maybe because he was looking for it but Sasuke could have sworn a small smile made an appearance on Itachi's face as he answered. "No, it was cherry wood with Basilisk blood."

The fork moving to Fugaku's mouth froze as his son's words registered. "Basilisk blood huh? That's…interesting," he said slowly, the words hesitant and uncomfortable.

Mikoto was visible scowling at this point, her pretty features screwing up into something unpleasant. "Enough of that talk. How was work today dear?" Mikoto asked quickly, the topic clearly not being welcome.

Though the subject had been centered on him Sasuke had not been allowed to say a single word. He hadn't been able to ask why everyone was talking about vampires why Itachi had been happy about his wand. Clearly he wasn't allowed to know much in this family. He hated it, just like he was growing to hate each member of his family.

--xXx--

September 1st came and with it the start of Hogwarts. Their father had ministry business so it was left to Mikoto to drop the boys off at the station. Things hadn't gotten much better since the dinner, if anything they got worse. Mikoto avoided Sasuke, choosing instead to send messages through Itachi or just plain ignore him. For the life of him Sasuke couldn't figure out why his mother was doing it. He hadn't done anything wrong or broken any rules. There was no real reason for her to act the way she did. It annoyed him more than it hurt.

Even up to the last goodbye Mikoto still avoided him.

"Have a good year boys. Remember, your father and I will be gone this winter so you need to stay at Hogwarts okay?"

"Yes mother. The train is about to leave, we need to go," Itachi reminded her.

"Of course, have fun!" Mikoto said with a weak smile.

Both boys waved goodbye to their mother and the boarded the train.

It was late in the afternoon and most of the students had already gotten aboard, leaving Sasuke and his brother slim pickings of seats. The first few they checked were already full of students. Although they were offered to join them both boys wanted something private and away from the glances they received.

They were halfway down the hall when a group of older boys already dressed in their black school robes confronted them.

"Look what we found, Itachi Uchiha. Mr. Perfect himself. What should we do boys?" The man who spoke was taller than the other with shiny, slicked-back white hair and striking violet eyes. He continued, "Dice'em up or turn him black and blue, which do you think Zabuza?"

The black haired man next to him grinned toothily and cracked his knuckles. "Black and blue's prettier," he said happily.

"Taking the fight out of the Quidditch arena? How like you Hidan, cowardly to the end," Itachi answered the threat with the same cool confidence he treated everything around him.

"I'm no coward you ass-fucker, I'll take you on anywhere, anytime time."

"I don't waste time Hidan. We'll face each other during the Quidditch season."

Hidan sneered arrogantly at him. "You bet fucker. Slytherin's gonna beat Ravenclaw so bad, they'll talk about for years. Come on guys. Let's leave this traitor to piss his pants." Chuckling at his own joke Hidan walked past them, Zabuza following close behind.

When they were gone Sasuke turned to face his brother. "What was that about? Are they from Slytherin?"

Itachi ignored him and resumed his walking.

Knowing his efforts weren't going to work Sasuke kept quiet and followed his brother. Itachi stopped at a rear compartment and after knocking politely pulled the door open.

"Hey Itachi, what took you?" Shisui, a cousin of Itachi and Sasuke's asked loudly as they walked in.

"Hidan and Zabuza," Itachi said shortly.

Shisui whistled and made room for his cousins. "Those two are a couple of thugs. No talent just muscle." Itachi sat next to Shisui, leaving Sasuke to occupy the opposite seats. "So what's up my fellow family?"

The hours ticked by slowly. Talk among Shisui and his brother took up most of the time but it was boring, making the already long ride seem like forever. To make matters worse they ignored him and kept conversation between each other. He had tolerated it for most of the ride but he couldn't take any more of it. Rising up from his seat he banged open the compartment door and waltzed out. Grudgingly he noticed his grand exit went unnoticed. How hard was it to include him? A few words, a question or a comment maybe, he wasn't asking for anything extravagant just something.

"Hello dear, anything off the trolley?"

Startled from his thoughts by a warm voice he almost tripped. Looking up he noticed the rather plump figure of a saleswoman. A further look explained her question. She was pulling a small trolley loaded with candy. Feeling hungry he pulled a few coins from his pocket and purchased a few chocolate frogs and a delicious looking pumpkin pastry. Once he paid the woman she left.

"Don't know why I got the frogs, I can't stand them." Sighing lightly he tore off the wrapping and, being careful not to let the frog go, bite off a leg. He hated wasting food. Peeling the plastic back completely he looked over his new card. It read:

Uchiha Madara

A current professor at Hogwarts Madara is particularly famous for his work in transfiguration, quelling the last dark wizard uprising with Hashirama Senju, and the destruction of the one most active vampire clans in western England. Madara enjoys old-fashioned wizard duals and a good book.

The portrait above the lettering displayed a stern man that could have passed for Fugaku's uncle. They shared the same worry lines and hard dark gray eyes. His hair was a stark black and spiky all the way down to hips. 'So that's what I'd look like with long hair,' Sasuke thought with amusement to himself. Funny I've never heard of him. You would think someone so famous would be bragged out by his family. Wonder how far removed he is from us?

His thoughts aside Sasuke walked back towards the compartment. His hand was on the doorknob when the whistle blew. They had arrived at Hogwarts. Smiling he let go of the knob and turned to follow the other students out of the train. They'd finally arrived, he was so excited. After years of waiting he was finally going to attend Hogwarts. Looking up wishfully at the castle Sasuke allowed himself a small, sincere smile. It was going to be great, he just knew it.

Ending Authors Note: So what did you think? Was it dry or boring? Did it resemble J.K. Rowling'swriting style at all? Please, please tell me in a review. I really need to know. Remember, I'm open to any pairing's as well, just like I said in the opening authors note. Thank you for reading. I hope I helped stall your boredom.