Title: It Gets Better... Somewhat.

Author: Anti-Social Otaku

Summary: Nara Shikamaru- Potter Harry. Two completely different people, yet they come together to become one Potter Espoir Haven.

Warnings: Homosexuality, Slash. New school. A little Dumbles bashing, a little Lily and James bashing.

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The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom-

Maya Angelou

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Haven sighed lightly, hand pressed up against the glass as the fog cleared to create a hand print. His thoughts though, were elsewhere. In one hand, he held a letter written in crisp script, the material made of something he couldn't quite identify.

He was... ambivalent... about the contents in the letter. He had yet to even read it yet, although, the sender already told him what he needed to know about it. He sighed and shifted slightly, leaning his face against the cool glass.

Downstairs he could hear the distant sounds of people cheering, as if they were right outside his door. He could just imagine, his brother giggling like a school girl as he waved his school letter in the air as if it were on fire.

He sighed once again, one word on his lips. "... Troublesome."

So. You may have heard a certain someone say this line... many a times. But do you what his name was. Of course, it would be easy to say- Nara Shikamaru. As it was the name of a peculiar ninja that lived a while ago.

Actually, you ask him now, he wont know how he got there. One second he was on his death bed, the next he was lazily staring up at a pair of warm, emerald eyes.

Haven snorted. His mother. The thought was filled with distaste. Tch. Unlikely. He rather think of her as an unfortunate egg donor and James as the unfortunate sperm donor.

Both he could have cared less about. They could Avada Kedavra themselves and he probably wouldn't care... probably. They were still his parents, however unwillingly both wanted to be.

After all, Demi- or Demitry as he was known as- was the boy who lived... what a sham. The whole thing was idiotic, the way the whole Wizarding World accepted the fact that they're worshiping a fucking eleven year old boy.

Now that Haven thought about it though, the more ironic it seemed. Uzumaki Naruto- pariah of the Hidden Leaf Village, but savior of it too. Holding Ninetailed fox known as Kyuubi as prisoner for the last... from what he knows, the fucking idiot was probably still alive when he died. Looking as young as twenty still.

Then there was Potter Demitry. Defeater of the Dark Lord. Haven rolled his eyes and shifted slightly, letter still in his hand. Bunch of- He sighed. He really should cut down on his swearing. His brother- he wasn't sure who was older- is hailed a hero without doing crap, while Naruto had to work at every little compliment he received.

If he wasn't so tired, he would've laughed.

"I wonder if he's alive." Haven wondered aloud, finally having enough guts to start reading the letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,

You cordially invited to participate in this annual chess competition. It will be held at Mandure School of Humans and Creatures. Please bring warm clothes and an adult escort. This paper will be the port key that will take you to the location at exactly 11:00 a.m. on September 28.

Sign,

Headmaster Luisnaville

The letter was short, not even worth the fancy paper it was written on. Haven sighed once more, "Troublesome." All he wanted to do was see how closely related Shougi and Go was to this Chess everyone of Nobleblood played. It wasn't that challenging.

So how was he to know that entering one contest was going to get him famous. He didn't even know who was in the contest. So maybe he was a little surprised that all the players were adults- that was another thing.

Some of those adults acted like spoiled, fucking, brats when they lost. It was not his fault they were sore losers.

So now how in the name of Kami (God) was he going to this thing when his parents spent all their time with their precious Demitry. Idiots. Well, there was one person.

He stood gracefully, hair falling around him in a black halo- damn his mom. Only thing she cares about is his hair- As he headed towards the Floo station. Closing his eyes, he threw down the powder, three words escaping him.

"Remus Lupin's Flat."

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By the by. Haven will be like Shikamaru in terms of smartness and skills, but also like Harry in terms of his Hero Complex and slight naivete.