A/N: Hello all, this is Cookie. Kat finally convinced me to write a Harry Potter/Naruto crossover, so here I am! I actually stole some of her ideas (lol she gave me permission), so Wizards and Ninja can live through this story! Actually, I might not be as good a writer as Kat, but one can try, right? Please show some support!

Disclaimer: This applies for every following chapter. Naruto is not mine! Neither is Harry Potter.

Chapter 1
Waking Up

"Sakura-chan? Oi, Sakura-chan, are you awake?"

Pounding on the door. I groan and bury my face deeper into my pillow, trying to block out all sounds from the outside, also known as Utter Hell.

"Sakura-chan! I know you're in there! Hurry and open the door! It's cold!"

Grumbling, I stand up and obey. A tall blonde boy with tan skin stands there, grinning like an idiot. My best friend, Naruto. I eye him, wondering if it's worth the effort to pound him into the ground so early in the morning. As he lets himself in, I decide that no, it isn't. I sigh and follow him into my living room, where he plops himself onto the couch. Really, he, Sai and Kakashi come over so many times and stay for so long that it's as much their house as mine. "What're you doing here in this ungodly hour of the morning?"

He ruffles my hair. "It's already eleven in the morning, kiddo." He kicks back and places his hands behind his head and I sit down next to him, yawning.

"Is it already?" I ask, blearily peering at the clock. "Wow, time sure passes by fast."

"Not like you to oversleep, Sakura-chan," he admonishes. "And sexy bedhead, by the way."

I scowl, overlooking the jibe about my appearance. I know that I can look pretty bad in the morning, what with crazy, out-of-control pink hair sitting like a haystack on my head and wearing a tank top and shorts, but I'm already used to my boys seeing me like this.

Well, I amend, three of my boys. The other one's barely even looked at me even when he was still in the village. A pang of sorrow hits me and I hurry to reply, "When you've been working the graveyard shift at the hospital for seven days a week for a month, you can tell me who's oversleeping."

Naruto winces. "You have a point there, Sakura-chan."

"So why're you here?" I stifle another huge yawn and use his well-muscled arm as a pillow. Those years spent training with Jiraiya have really paid off; although he's a few months younger than me, he's much taller. I'm now dwarfed by him, Sai and Kakashi. But that doesn't mean people should underestimate me. After all, I have the ability to crush a mountain with my bare hands.

"I was thinking we should go out to eat some ramen for lunch today," he dimples foxily. "You know, to celebrate."

I raise an eyebrow. "Celebrate what, exactly? Your lack of money?"

"Ouch, you wound me. But yes. Can you pay just one bowl for me please? Otherwise I'll suffer from ramen withdrawal." He pulls a puppy eyes-look on me that doesn't really affect me.

I roll my eyes but get up anyways. "Sure, sure. But one bowl only, and you owe me a favour."

He bounces up giddily. "Thank you, Sakura-chan! I love you!"

I sigh. He says that every other day, but he doesn't mean it: Naruto had gotten over his silly crush on me a while ago. We're like brother and sister. "Stay put, okay? I'm going to change. If I see you peeking I'll bash your face in."

"Alright, I got it. Hurry, hurry!"

-x-

Ramen Ichiraku is sort of empty by the time we get there, but then Naruto plops down on a stool and it seems perfectly fine. Without Naruto, there's just something missing.

Teuchi and his daughter Ayame crow greetings at us, happily serving us each a bowl of miso ramen, on the house. I smile at them, appreciating the kind gesture. Of course, Naruto just digs in without much notice. I roll my eyes again and follow his lead in a more ladylike way. In the blink of an eye Naruto is slurping up the last drop of the broth and demanding more. Teuchi just laughs and says he likes seeing men with healthy appetites like Naruto's. Ayame and I share an amused look and I twirl another bit of the delicious noodles into my mouth.

Naruto is on his fifth bowl of ramen and I, on my second, when somebody sidles in beside us. I immediately recognize the chakra signature and look up from my bowl, smiling. "Hinata! What's up?"

Hinata has grown up immensely these past years. Her hair is long, as long as mine used to be, and an inky shade of dark blue. Her body is more womanly, but she prefers to dress comfort over style, and her skills have improved amazingly. She now carries the title of being the Hyuuga heiress proudly. But one habit hasn't change over the years: she still gets tongue-tied whenever Naruto is near her. So when he perks up at her name, mouth stuffed to its maximum capacity with ramen, and attempts to greet her around the food, she becomes an alarming shade of red and stutters for a full minute, giving him time to swallow.

"Hinata-chan!" Naruto yells, engulfing the poor girl in a suffocating hug. I pry his arms off of her when I see she is just about ready to faint, frowning as she sways a little on her feet. You'd think she'd gain some confidence after being recognized as Hiashi Hyuuga's heiress, and she did, but she was just hopeless in the love department. Not that I should be talking, though. "What're you doing here?"

"L-l-l-l-looking for you," she manages to gasp.

Before the blonde idiot I call my best friend can smother her with questions, I ask, "Is there something wrong?"

She shakes her head furiously, sending me a thankful glance underneath her (incredibly long) lashes. "No, no, it's not a problem. Tsunade-sama just says she wants to see the three of us in her office as soon as possible."

Naruto punches the air in success. "Alright! I bet it's a mission! I can't wait, I haven't been out in ages!" He beams and grabs Hinata's and my hands, totally oblivious to the dark-haired girl's expression of pure bliss. "Come on, you two, let's go!"