A/N:Because I have an insomnia and also because I have a stomach ache. Fuck.

(Too late of a) Warning: Swear words up in this shit. Jiraiya is a pervert. And Orochi-pedo-maru. Tsunade's physical abuse of Jiraiya.

This fan fiction is a slow developing story, and a story that goes with my imagination, not the readers (though, I might put in a poll here and there). So if you don't like it, it's fucking simple, don't read. But if it's to your liking, cool beans.

Upload: Sat, April, 2, 2016. 2:49AM.

Harriet Potter - or in this case, Harī - is a magnet for trouble. Trouble seems to find her in the most strangest and most annoying way possible for the girl.

This time is no different. Before coming here, Death has put her in a difficult position of choosing between being reborn in another world or taking over Death's high ranking position. Not wanting to shoulder all the responsibilities of being Death, she becomes a new life with the same soul of the Girl Who Lived.

Now, as Harī, she roams the Elemental Nation with Death by her side. She learns of the world filled with people that are either shinobi or civilians. She makes a handful of friends, acquaintances, and allies.

"Episkey," Harī mutters under her breath, and the tip of her Elder Wand glows a faint light. "Now," her patient, young boy with hair color of blood that hides half of his face, looks up, his eyes hidden behind the curtain of his red hair, "tell me what you three are doing here inside a cave." It's not exactly an order, but it sounds exactly like one by the strength of her voice.

Konan speaks since Yahiko didn't have a chance of waking up from his dream land - it's probably more peaceful than the outside rain. "Our village," she sighs, "has been wiped out. All of our family are… dead," she sniffs, trying to hide her tears.

Harī lets go of Nagato. She looks up at the other two. Seeming as how they're all very thin, much like how young Harriet Potter had looked when living in a cupboard under the staircase, she asks them, "how long have you guys gone without food?"

At the word 'food,' Yahiko jolts up abruptly, coming to a sitting position, half awake. "Three days," Nagato shyly answers. At the same time, Yahiko's stomach growls in hunger.

How about you just end their misery, Mistress? Death's whisper lingers in her ear. He's hovering over her dominant side as his skeletal fingers taps on her shoulders gracefully.

The three kids notice Harī's short-lived grimace. They think it's because she's taking pity on them, but they don't know that grimace is for her companion, one who is called, Shinigami. "Stand up. I'll treat you to whatever you guys want."

"R-Really, 'Nee-chan?!" Yahiko's lips draws into a huge smile. With the remaining strength he has, he tries to tackle Harī into a hug, but she dodges skillfully.

The three kids trail behind their savior to the entrance of the cave like little ducklings following their mama duck. "The north side of the village should still be standing," Harī informs them. "If not, we'll go to Tanigakure."

"Tanigakure?" Konan and Yahiko synchronize - though, Yahiko's voice is louder than Konan's. "We wouldn't be able to make it."

Nevertheless, Harī continues, "how do you guys want to travel, teleportation or flight?"

The three kids' wide pairs of eyes sparkles in awe and wander. "Teleportation?!" Yahiko yells excitedly, then Konan adds, "flight?!" Nagato is the only one closest to speechless, though the shyness adds to it.

"There is a drawback to both though. Teleporting from one place to another almost always ends up with newbies throwing up, but since you guys don't have anything in your stomachs, you probably won't. Flying's fun if you're experienced with it, but since I'll be with you three, you won't have to worry about a thing." Harī smirks, crossing her arms. "Now, choose. Teleportation or flight."

"Flying!" Konan and Yahiko votes, then Nagato comes in late with the same word with a blush on his cheeks.

"Awesome. Grab onto me then and hold on tight." Konan latches onto Harī's left arm, Yahiko onto her right, and Nagato at her waist.

Since there is no broomsticks laying around for Harī to ride, there is only unsupported flight as transportation, beside apparition. White mist surrounds their bodies, and although Konan and Yahiko only sees the skies and the bird's eye view of the ground of their ruined village, Nagato clearly sees the mist that admits from Harī - whether from her mind, soul, body, or chakra, he's unsure, but one thing he's certain of, it leaves him, and the other two, forgetting about their traumatic memories.

Civilians on the ground idly stand by and watch in awe when they land, the light mist clamps like paint in water onto the vicinity. The three kids let go of Harī, and Yahiko's heartfelt scream fills the air, "that was AWESOME!"

"I agree," Nagato says, his voice soft, smiling faintly at Yahiko's dramatic description of their short time of flying.

"- Hey, isn't that 'the woman' they say who could do miraculous things? -"

"- I thought that'd been a joke. -"

"- I hear she's a simple traveler from the North -"

Harī, even as Harriet Potter, has never been too fond of attention. So, quickly, she leads the three midgets to a bar restaurant that appears to be too old and run-down for any customers to visit.

"— And I even got to touch a bird!" Yahiko finishes, then takes a deep breath in to calm himself.

"Awe… That's not fair, I wanted to pet a bird. Wait, you don't even like birds…!" Konan pouts as they all sit at a booth. "I wish I could fly like Harī-Onee-san…"

The waitress comes and goes with their orders.

"Onee-san," Harī guesses that's her title from now on with these three kids, "are you," Nagato pauses and gazes down at his sickly pale hands, then looks up again at Harī (with hope if she could see his eyes), "are you going to leave us after this?" Yahiko and Konan stop their mediocre arguing and looks at their red haired friend, then to Harī.

"Y-Yeah, are you going to leave us, 'Nee-chan?" Yahiko repeats.

Harī is usually unbothered by pleas. This time is no different, and yet, she feels a need to stay with these kids, or take them with her. She rests her tilted chin on top of her hand, elbow resting on top of the low table. "Even though I look like this," like a hobo, "I am a busy woman with a busy schedule." The rest sigh in disappointment. "But, I could stay if you guys want." Their faces brighten, especially Yahiko whose smiles are always like sunshine.

"Really?" Yahiko asks enthusiastically. "Then, 'Nee-chan, could you teach us how to fly…?!"

"No."

Yahiko frowns comically. "Eh?! Why not?!"

Harī's pokerface is top notch, Konan has to admit. Though in Harī's case, it's aloofness, indifference, and nonchalantness from having to experience too many things for having to live two different lives so nothing catches her off guard. "It's not something you could learn even if you have the largest chakra reserves or the greatest chakra control. So you'll have to look to someone else to train you those… ninja stuff, kid."

Just in time, the waitress comes back with their orders of pork cutlet katsu don and a drink for Harī.

"Slow down, Yahiko," Konan tells him, though Yahiko ignores her. Harī can't blame him - the three has gone three days with empty stomachs. "Geez, you don't have any manners." She looks up from the boy to Harī who hasn't ordered anything but sake, "thank you very much, Harī-Onee-san."

The smile isn't returned, but Konan is used to it for the last couple of hours she's been with the older woman. "Neh, Harī-Onee-san," Konan starts again, Nagato pays attention while he eats, "do you… not have a family name? I've learnt from," it pains her to say it but, "Okaa-san that it's not proper manners to call someone by their given name."

Harī sips on the tiny cup of alcohol, "I used to have one in my past life." The looks of the three leads her to continue, while wondering what she means by 'past life'. "I was called Harriet Potter once upon a time."

Yahiko swallows. "Harrieto… Pottaru…?" Yahiko echoes, food forgotten. The three realize Yahiko completely butchers the name.

"Mm. Harriet Potter. I was called the Girl Who Lived for taking a one-hit kill attack and survived with only a scar. Even in my second life, I still have it," her hand sweeps away her long messy bangs.

"A lightning bolt…" Konan says in fascination.

"Whoa! Awesome!" Yahiko yells in the same tone. Nagato listens intently, far too keen on listening to the story.

Harī takes another sip, already on her twelveth cup. She doesn't get drunk however. Sake doesn't compare to magically brewed Firewhiskey, which is a shame. She would totally kill to get drunk these days. "Otou-san was James Potter, Okaa-san was Lily Potter. They both were killed when I was barely a child." All but silence replies. "The only family I have left abused me and worked me to the bone." She scoffs, "funny how life works, right?"

"Who was the man who killed your parents?" Yahiko, in all seriousness, asks.

"Yahiko! —"

Harī interrupts, "it took me seven years, but I managed to kill the motherfucker, so don't worry about that, gaki. And besides, you wouldn't be able to reach him even if he were alive."

"I'd try and get revenge for you, 'Nee-chan! Eye for an Eye, y'know?"

In front of the four is a huge mansion that's been broken down completely, surrounded by other broken or burnt buildings. The three Ame kids watches with their awe-struck wide eyes as the house repairs itself back to the form when it had been first built, all caused by the wooden white stick with strange beehive patterns at their savior's frail hand.

Konan's smile matches the size of Yahiko's, Nagato's is similar. Yahiko asks with glee, "will this mansion really be ours to live in?"

"Mm," Harī answers affirmative absentmindedly. "Let's go in." Unlike Konan and Yahiko, Nagato follows Harī in a leisurely pace.

The gloomy mansion under the heavy rain is painted black - maybe to compliment the rain - and the rims are dull metallic grey. It has halls of bedrooms, bathrooms, playrooms, bar rooms, and secret rooms all in different sizes and shapes. The kitchen and the living rooms are all grand, large and spacious. Since they are in no need of a lot of rooms, most are locked down.

It's the first time in a long time that Harī has a place to call home.

Why do you bother with these low beings, Mistress? Death asks. It's been a long time for Death to see something interesting in his Mistress' life - he desperately wants something to happen to her soon, good or bad.

Harī responds, maybe I like these brats, or... perhaps I take pity on them as I did on myself all those years ago.

They have a routine from the six weeks they stay inside the mansion.

In the mornings, Konan is the first to wake up. She starts the morning by waking up two of her best friends, Yahiko and Nagato. She, along with the other two, learned to not wake Harī up bright in the early morning on their first mornings. Harī could tear them a new one if they do.

There's no need for any of the three to cook food because the levitating foods cook themselves in the kitchen for them. But the cleaning is up to them to do because their Harī-nee-chan, ironically, doesn't want them to become lazy (like her). But to spare them some time for fun, there are occasions when the rooms clean after themselves with the wave of her hand.

In the afternoon, Harī could be seen to be walking through the long and narrow hallways for the bathroom and she locks herself for several minutes before coming out… well, less tired. All the while, the three Ame kids are in the living room or outside either training to become excellent ninjas or simply just playing ninja.

Late into the night, Harī lets them play with her animagus form of a peaceful deer (that's somehow more lazier than her human form). Then, Harī cooks them dinner, they eat, and they spend the rest of their time reading something out of Harī's private library.

"Shouldn't we tell Harī-onee-chan?" Konan asks cautiously, taking a step further to trail behind the boss of the group.

"Don't worry!" Yahiko laughs. "It's not like we're gonna meet someone. I mean, we haven't met anyone for such a long time! And besides, it's her birthday today, and the least we could do is get her some flowers!"

Nagato butts in, "flowers don't usually grow in our village, Yahiko, since it doesn't stop raining."

Yahiko stops and almost falls over when Konan bumps into him with a "gah!" Nonetheless, he turns around as Konan apologizes to him, "then, we'll find her a special rock!"

"A rock…?" Nagato slightly chuckles. He stops when he senses three unknown presences from the nearby cave that had been once theirs. "Guys," he warns the two.

"You sense them too?" Yahiko asks, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Konan tilts her head to the side, a habit she wants to get rid of. "If they're war veteran shinobi, shouldn't hiding their chakra come easy to them?"

"Do you want to check it out? We have 'Nee-chan's runes to protect us if we get attacked," Yahiko says with little exhilaration. "C'mon guys," he pleads when the two other seem hesitant. "It's better this way since I remember that cave had a few flowers!"

"… Okay," Konan replies, and Nagato nods.

Three Konoha jounin who have all earned titles of "sannin" given by Hanzō the Salamander are all but worn out, resting their backs against the cave wall. When Tsunade regains a bit of her chakra back, she starts right away with mending and healing Jiraiya's wounds while Orochimaru guards the entrance of the cave.

The cave has had occupants - they could tell with their shinobi senses tingling - more than a month ago. They doubt those occupants would come back soon.

Worry creates lines on Tsunade's face as her mind is focused on her teammate. "Jiraiya, can you hear me? Don't fall asleep on me," she sternly tells him, but seeing as how Jiraiya doesn't respond in any way, she doubts he would obey her orders as usual.

Then, Tsunade whips her head to the entrance when she suddenly feels three small chakra that's bigger than civilians but smaller than genins appear on her radar. It appears as though Orochimaru senses them too.

"Wait," Tsunade voices at the snake summoner when he pulls out a kunai, "they're kids, Orochimaru."

"No matter. They're probably wanting a swift end of their lives. I'll be happy to give them that." With that, Orochimaru goes out to 'greet' the kids.

Tsunade's eyes narrow at the empty spot in which the other jounin was standing. "Damn it, Orochimaru."

Outside, the weather hasn't changed at all. It's always the same gloom in Amegakure. Though, Orochimaru prefers the rain better than Konohagakure's blinding sunny weather forecasts, or rather the darkness the shadows of the clouds come from the weather.

The three kids, as Tsunade predicted, stands in front of the older male. He let out a simple killer intent to make them scared first before killing them - this always brings joy in him, but strangely, they don't cower in fear.

Yahiko scoffs, "pfft, you call that a killer intent?" Orochimaru's eyebrow rise. "'Nee-chan's way more scarier, especially when we woke her up this one time." Nagato and Konan shivers in memory, while Yahiko tries not to.

"It doesn't matter who your 'Nee-chan' is to me, boy. I'm feeling generous so I'll give you a chance to run away, or better yet —"

A tick mark appears on Yahiko's person. "Why would we run away from you?!" Konan tries to calm him down, while Nagato nervously flattens his long bangs down.

A loud groan of pain interrupts the four. Looking behind Orochimaru whose eyes are on the cave behind his self, the three Ame orphans notice that a white haired Konoha nin is in great pain.

- "It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live," Yahiko remembers the witch telling him, along with two of his best friends. Because of that, he learns slowly to not dwell on his past, even if Konoha ninjas were the ones to destroy his childhood, these people aren't those Konoha nins who caused such a pain.

"Is there someone injured?" Konan asks. "Harī-nee-chan can help," she offers, but Orochimaru stays rooted to his spot. "We could give you shelter and food." At the mention, Orochimaru eyes the three carefully.

"You can trust us," Nagato says reassuringly. He regrets taking a step forward because that almost cost Nagato his life. Harī suddenly appearing out of thin air in front of him just in time to protect the red haired boy from a kunai attack.

Orochimaru's eyes widen as his kunai can't penetrate through… thin air…? He wonders if it's some kind of barrier. His gaze finds bright green, her nose high up in pride, she's looking down on him as if she's the ruler of everything and everyone despite being a whole lot shorter than him.

"You were going to attack Nagato, stranger." Despite Jiraiya's loud groans of pain, her eyes holds onto Orochimaru's, and it pierces him like a sharp blade.

"'Nee-chan! Kakoi!" Yahiko yells in triumph, and snickers at how dumbfounded Orochimaru appears.

Orochimaru doesn't feel that her chakra is above an academy brat's chakra gauge. So it leads him to question how she has moved/teleported(?) to this spot. He labels her a future-experiment. Is he capable of kidnapping her though?

Interesting, he thinks. "So, you're the 'Nee-chan'?"

She still sees him beneath her. "And if I am?"

"Orochimaru!" The voice of his teammate calls out to him. "Get in here and hold him down!"

"Tch." The said jounin goes back inside quickly. He expects the four to follow him, but they don't, not yet.

"'Harī-onee-chan, aren't you going to help them?" Konan asks.

Harī shrugs her shoulders, then she sighs, "well, I am running out of money to spend, so why not ask them a payment after this." She walks forward before looking back, "you guys coming or what?" Konan giggles, dragging two boys with her by her hands, catching up to Harī.

"— Most of the poison that could kill him is gone, so he's not in a life-threatening situation. So that leaves us with his shoulder, we have to set his shoulder in the old fashion way since I'm almost out of my chakra—"

"Episkey," Harī interrupts Tsunade. Tsunade looks behind her fast enough to give Jiraiya a whiplash. Her eyes dangerously narrows, but then size returns to normal when she turns to look at Jiraiya when she realizes his breathing has calmed down. "As for the poison left in his body, I can make him an antidote back at our house." Harī ignores Tsunade's sputtering of how she cured Jiraiya's dislocated shoulder in one second. It takes at least five minutes to set a dislocated shoulder even with medical ninjutsu. Even more, without medical ninjutsu, setting a shoulder takes the same time but the victim is left with pain and would have to wait for the shoulder to heal. Harī raises her wand once more at Jiraiya. Tsunade, protective of her teammates, worry about what she's about to do, but soon it's answered. "Wingardium Leviosa," and up Jiraiya hovers over the ground, which amazes his two teammates. "Follow me."

As they move, Tsunade is hesitant, but asks anyways. "What did you say when you… cured Jiraiya or when you made him - fly? Is he flying?"

"Episkey means to repair. Wingardium Leviosa means to lift up. In this world, I'm the only one who could speak the language, and execute the spells." Orochimaru frowns at the news. "And he's not flying. He's levitating."

"Oh," is all Tsunade could say. Truly, she's speechless. "What about the brats?"

"What about them?"

"Can they…?"

"Use magic? No," Harī simply answers the slug princess.

Tsunade and Orochimaru gape at the huge estate. It's larger than the Hokage tower. They both wonder if the mysterious woman is a wealthy figure. Though, if she is truly this rich, then they would have at least heard about her at least.

After Harī tells the two to close their mouths so that bugs can't find their way in, they all enter the estate.

The two conscious Konoha ninjas both stare with open mouths and wide eyes at the spellbinding ceiling where it displays a movement of clear sunny skies, bipolar to the constant weather outside. The skies move like real life, sunlight peeking out occasionally through the white pillows of clouds. It's truly a sight to see. What is this, the two has to puzzle over.

Then, their eyes move down and to the side of the open grand rooms, their jaws drop further down (if that's even possible) at the sight of objects moving around their respective rooms, cooking up a storm, dish washing, wiping the dining table, sweeping dirt off their feet of the front door, dusting out the dust bunnies.

By the time they're done staring at every little thing, Harī is gone. The kids, however, are "tending" to Jiraiya. Tending, as in: poking him with a stick (where have they got that from?) or drawing on his face with a permanent ink brush - Konan prefers to put make up on him though.

If Orochimaru had been the one to take all the damage for his teammates instead of Jiraiya, well... it would've been a different sight.

Harī comes out with a bottle filled with liquid with strange color. It doesn't look like she's bothered by the kids' piece of work as she puts down the bottle on top of the coffee table that's beside the couch where Jiraiya is lying on. Though she's too kind as to clean up Jiraiya's face back to the original much to the kids' dismay.

"What're we having for dinner, 'Nee-chan?" As always, Yahiko is the first one to speak.

"A grand feast. Today's my birthday after all."

"Ah!" That seems to jerk Harī.

"What?" She deadpans at the boy who's about to get a good whack in the head.

"We were gonna pick some flowers, or at least rocks, for your birthday, Onee-chan," Nagato says to her.

"But we found them instead," Konan finishes with a sigh, pointing her finger at the Konoha ninjas.

Harī almost rolls her eyes, "it's not like I mind more company." She looks up at Orochimaru and Tsunade, "you two look hungry. We have more than enough food." On the dining table is truly a feast for only the wealthy to eat at.

For Yahiko, Konan, and Nagato, it's usual for them to see Harī singing when she gets her favorite food out from the oven. Tsunade and Orochimaru both finds it out of the younger woman's character.

Harī grins stupidly before taking a bite of the treacle tart piece on her plate. Even when they all hear Jiraiya's laughter that sounds like an old pervert in his sleep, Harī's the only one who can't hear it, or perhaps ignores it. How does she do that?! Tsunade desperately wants to learn her ways - she always wanted to block out Jiraiya from her mind, he's way too obnoxious.

"Neh, 'Nee-chan, I think the guy's waking up."

However, she keeps on eating, treacle tart after another. "It's an addiction," Konan says to Tsunade. "It's becoming a problem," Yahiko says. Nagato nods in agreement and sighs.

Tsunade and Orochimaru never have seen such a treat before, but if it's as good as Harī makes it, they wouldn't be surprised if some others get addicted to the food too.

When done, which comes to two minutes in total, Harī and the rest comes around to Jiraiya who soon wakes up to the sight of Harī, or more specifically, her perky chest. Though, unlike any other woman he's seen, she's totally unbothered. He's so tempted to just grab the pair of gorgeous, soft, — Ouch!

"Focus, Jiraiya," Tsunade orders with stern look.

"H-Hai," the said young man says to Tsunade with a pout. He sighs and sits straight up. "You didn't have to hit me so hard…" He mutters under his breath so that Tsunade can't hear him. But poor guy, she heard. So another fist hammers his head again the second time.

Harī, as well as the others except for Orochimaru who stands idly by, watches as Tsunade scan Jiraiya for any remaining injuries. "Wow, the poison is all gone. There's not even a speck of it left. The antidote you gave him," she says to Harī, "what is it?"

"It's a liquid form of Bezoars, they're stones from inside a goat's stomach," Jiraiya flinches, horrified by the fact that he had swallowed it, "they're known to cure all but one known poisons. They're more harder to harvest in these lands compared to my old homeland."

Tsunade, being a medic nin most of her life, has never heard of this Bezoar. She wants to know more of what she doesn't know. However, before she could ask, Jiraiya gets in the way.

"I owe you my thanks, Ojou-chan. So, as thanks, why don't I repay you back with my body, hm?" Jiraiya wiggles his brows 'seductively.'

Harī takes a moment to comprehend, and before Tsunade could hit him again, she says, "sure."

"E-Eh?" It's not only Tsunade who says that; it's everyone, at the same time, with the same tone. "W-Why?! How come?!"

"I do need an extra hand with the garden I'm working on, so why not?"

Everyone falls down face first, even Orochimaru, and they all sweat-drop at Harī's obliviousness.

Jiraiya scratches his cheek and smiles awkwardly, "I was actually talking about—" his voice dies down when he gets a glimpse of Tsunade's death-glare which sends a shiver down his spine. "I-I'll be happy to, O-Ojou-chan."

"Spectacular," Harī says with the same tone of voice. "Come hither, strangers."

As they walk behind her, including the three kids (Konan wanted to go with Harī because she simply wanted to, Nagato followed because Konan was going along, and Yahiko went because he didn't want to be left out).

"My name is Tsunade. The pervert is Jiraiya. And this is Orochimaru."

"Harī."

The Ame kids introduce themselves. "Ano… You guys are ninjas, right?" Yahiko asks Jiraiya specifically.

"Ah," Jiraiya responds a positive.

"As payment, you should teach us to be great shinobi."

"Hah? Why should I? Besides, I'm paying back to - eheheheh - the Ojou-chan."

"Well, it's technically us that made 'Nee-chan to come help you, Ero-Jii-chan."

Jiraiya widens his eyes with slight frustration and annoyance. "E-Ero-Jii—" He scoffs. He ignores Tsunade's amused laughter. "I'll tell you once, gaki, I hadn't even reached fourty yet!"

Yahiko raises an eyebrow at the older, "you're not mad about the 'Ero' part?"

"Mad? Of course I am! I'm not a pervert! I'm a super pervert! Get it right!"

The three Ame kids didn't know what to say to that self-proclamation. Jiraiya is as weird like Harī, perhaps more. Tsunade and Orochimaru are, however, unhindered by Jiraiya's boisterous claim.

When they enter the indoor garden, they are greeted by a small field of dirt. She mutters something ("Death") in another language they don't know of, and soon, seeds fall onto the palm of her hand.

"Jiraiya," she calls without honorific to his name, "lay out the fertilizers."

"Why don't you just make them levitate and make them do their own things just like how the food prepared themselves?" Though Orochimaru wouldn't mind watching Jiraiya work to his bones.

"What can I say, I like torturing people," Harī says sarcastically, but the others don't hear the tone. "I like doing things with company of others," she says and that reassures them somewhat, not really. "Though, you can always pay me back by cha-ching or ba-bling, if you prefer it that way. I really don't mind."

"Money or pawn worthy things," Nagato translates being used to it.

"I doubt these seeds will grown in this climate anyway. So it might be a total waste of time and energy if the plants don't grow out in a month's time."

Jiraiya, who's beside the open crates of fertilizers, blench at the horrible smell. "What's in this anyway?"

"Cow poop, egg shells, you know, things like that."

"I'll choose to pay back with money, please and thank you," Jiraiya says. He ignores Tsunade's "wuss" and goes back to standing by Orochimaru. "How much do I owe you?"

"Well, the Bezoar is pretty pricy so I'd say it's worth five bags of rice, two moderate size houses, …" She trails on with a rather serious facial expression.

Konan sighs, "in other words, 1,000,000 ryo."

"Hah?!" Jiraiya frowns, "I-I may be a jounin but that's still too much!"

"It's still half price. I think 'Nee-chan likes you, Ero-Jii." Nagato agrees with Yahiko. This makes Jiraiya smile, a bit unsure if that's a good thing or not. "C'mon, pay up!" Yahiko holds out his open hand.

"… Or a billion bowls of crispy fried chicken is fine too," Harī finishes.

Suddenly, Yahiko got a brilliant idea. He steps beside Harī and gestures for her to lower herself to his height. He whispers something to her, when he finishes, she nods.

"Better yet, you could teach Yahiko, Konan, and Nagato to be brilliant shinobi."

Jiraiya huffs and crosses his arms, he looks down at the three said orphans. "Why do you want to be ninja so badly anyway?"

"All of our parents were murdered by either Iwa and Konoha ninjas," Tsunade and mostly Jiraiya flinch in guilt, "it's not about vengeance. It used to be, but not anymore." Yahiko displays a genuine smile, his eyes reflect sadness but happiness. "Harī-Nee taught us better than that, even if she's a poor influence on us, no offense -"

"None taken."

"- But we decided that we would bring peace to our village and help people in need. In order to do that, we need to be strong."

Jiraiya nods in understanding. It's more than guilt he feels though. It's not pity either. It's empathy. "Three years okay with you guys?" He asks with a smirk.

"Jiraiya, you're not— are you serious? You'd stay here for three years?" Tsunade asks in disbelief and concern.

"Pathetic," Orochimaru murmurs.

"I would totally stay with them. After all," he grins slyly, "I could see Ojou-chan morning and night - eheheheh - maybe in bed -" Tsunade hits him hard, "GAH!"

"Or we could go with you to your village. I reached most of North and I'd like to visit Land of Fire," Harī says. Then, she turns to the Ame orphans, "don't you guys want to travel to different parts of the Elemental Nations?" Nagato is a bit hesitant, but Konan and Yahiko nods viciously.

Jiraiya smiles at the positive reaction. "Then we'll have to send word to Hiruzen-sensei." He pauses, then sheepishly says, "but I'm afraid we don't have a hawk to send the message."

"Hedwig," Harī calls, and the window of the indoor greenhouse suddenly opens and soon enough a snowy owl comes inside to land on top of Harī's shoulder. "She'll be the messenger."

It's been more than a month since sending a troop, along with his three proud students, out into the battlefield. It's reported a three days ago that all of his troops were defeated by the infamous Hanzō excluding his three students, and there has been no report since then.

Although no one could tell, Sarutobi Hiruzen is worried for his students. All sorts of questions swim through his muddy mind. His focus completely on those three.

He exhales with exhaustion as he finally looks down at the load of paperwork left to him as the Hokage.

A set of taps on the wide window of the Hokage office makes Hiruzen to turn his chair. His eyebrows furrow slightly when it appears as though the sound comes from an owl who holds a square of an envelope in its beak. The seal of Jiraiya's reassures him, so he opens the window for the owl to come inside.

It's strange to see a thin envelope instead of a scroll. Nonetheless, he opens the letter. It's in Jiraiya's handwriting.

To Sarutobi Hiruzen, Sandaime Hokage of Konohagakure,

Mission failed.

We met Hanzō the Salamander, fought, only Team Hiruzen remained, and from him we gained titles of 'sannin'.

I've been poisoned by Hanzō's Salamander whilst defending Tsunade, dislocated my arm while blocking an attack from the enemy, and broken several ribs. Tsunade and Orochimaru got away with minor injuries. Tsunade fixed back my rib and got half of the poison within me out, unable to fix the rest of the wounds because she was almost out of chakra.

We met a woman with three orphaned Ame kids. The woman's name is Harī, younger than us but maybe a year or two older than my brats (Jiraiya's chunin-turned-from-genin team). She has black hair, bright green eyes, and most importantly, she has special powers completely different to that of a shinobi's. The three Ame kids: Yahiko, orange hair, light brown eyes. Nagato, red Uzumaki hair, long enough to hide his eyes. Konan, blue hair, orange-brown eyes.

All trustworthy.

I owe the Ojou-chan payment for recovering me back to full health, and the payment is to teach the kids to become "brilliant" ninjas. So We'll be bringing travelers that'll be staying in Konoha for approximately three years, perhaps more if Ojou-chan decides to become my — Hiruzen decides to cross that out from his mind, he didn't want to know about his idiot of a student's love life.

Signed, Jiraiya, Sannin.

A/N:

I decided on this on a number of reasons. Main one being, my imaginations run wild during the night. Two, I really wanted to write a Fem!Harry crossover with Naruto series. Three, because I happened to be inspired and also because (damn!) I think I read almost every single one of this specific crossovers.

First chapter of Harī/ Mahō no Bōken. What did you think?