A/N: So I finally got round to posting this little beauty, I wrote this over christmas but forgot to post it until now. A lot of people wanted my other story Moonlight Sonata to be a Gaara/Ana pairing, however that will be a Sasuke/Ana pairing. So I promised myself I'd write a Gaara/FemHarry pairing story and ladies and gentlemen I give you Wonderland *pauses for the round of applause* thank you, thank you, you're all too kind. Anyway this one starts two years before the beginning of Naruto.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, if I did... well let's just say I wouldn't be living off cheap, bland food... oh the joys of student life.

Enjoy~

Willow Potter was sat in her cupboard, waiting anxiously for morning to come so she could finally go on the school trip. When they first received news about the class trip to the National Gallery in London she had felt nothing but disappointment, you had to pay for the trip and no way would her uncle do that. Not for her at least, she was just a freak, Dudley on the other hand had gotten permission to go even though he didn't want to. Aunt Petunia phoned up the school to speak to Miss Parker about her not going, after all they were having such hard times and they couldn't possibly afford the ten pound fee, but not to worry because Dudley would be able to tell Willow all about the trip. So it was with a crushing disappointment that Willow went to school the next day. Only something wonderful happened, Miss Parker had offered to pay for Willow's fee and Aunt Petunia, not finding a solid reason to decline the offer, accepted.

Miss Parker was a very nice teacher to the ten year old girl, she let the girl stay in the class room at playtimes so she could read, and let her stay after school to help clean up. Though they both knew it was so Willow didn't have to go back to the Dursely's right after the final bell rang. Miss Parker had phoned social services many times to voice her opinion on the child care of Willow, or lack thereof, but nothing had been done about it. Perplexing as it was, the young teacher could do nothing but help in the small ways she could. It was obvious the child was abused, it was seen in the way she shied away from touch, her overgrown clothes that were from her cousin, the fact that she tried her best to hide the bruises or gave that clichéd 'I fell over' response. But most of all it was her size, she was the smallest girl in the year six class and would have found a similar size range in the year three class. It was the least Miss Parker could do when she offered to pay for the trip, though honestly she would like nothing more than to take Willow home with her and adopt her as her own daughter.

In fact, she had taken Willow home on many occasions when Petunia had needed a babysitter. It wasn't allowed legally, but both of them kept their mouths shut. Miss Parker because she wanted to show the girl what true care was and Petunia because where else could she find free day care? Willow was a sweet and shy girl, easy to get along with and incredibly smart. Miss Parker had been worried about introducing Willow to her boyfriend, but they had both gotten along well once Matt had realised the girl was interested in stars. He was an astrology major in university, while minoring in mythology, and Willow loved the things he taught her. She treasured the two books he had given her, one on the stars the other on myths and legends, it was like she had never been given a gift before. It didn't take Miss Parker long to realise that Willow hadn't been given presents. Matt had been the one to suggest phoning social services the first time and it was always Matt and his stories that Willow hovered towards.

So it was with great delight that Miss Parker saw Willow that wet Monday morning in the classroom, eager eyed and ready to see the National Gallery.

"Miss Parker," Willow whispered to her teacher, they sat together on the coach and for the first ten minutes of their journey she had been silent. Miss Parker looked up from her book and smiled at the girl, "do you think I could see some paintings by Vincent Van Gogh?"

"Of course Willow, in fact one of today's tasks is to recreate his Sunflowers painting," she replied with a knowing smile, the only reason she had added that task was because she knew Willow would enjoy it. Willow nodded, satisfied with the explanation and looked out of the window again.

One thing Miss Parker had noted about her pupil was that she very silent. Probably conditioned to be that way she thought darkly, frowning at the book she held in her hand. It was sometimes eerie the way Willow could stare at something for such a long time without saying anything at all, but the girl was observant. She noticed things others didn't, she analysed behaviour and knew what a person's insecurities were. She didn't speak unless curious enough to ask, or to answer someone else. But the one thing that made her really unique was her magic.

It had only happened once, Miss Parker had cut herself badly on a piece of glass and it wouldn't stop bleeding. Matt had grabbed his keys to drive her to A&E when Willow walked over, cool as a cucumber, and placed her hand over the wound. A glow emitted from her hand and touched the wound, healing it after a moment or two. It was Matt who told her she had magic when the girl replied that she already knew what she was and how to control it. Matt's grandmother and sister were witches and he knew enough to know that magic without a wand was hard to do. Magic with just a thought by an untrained ten year old was practically impossible. Matt knew instantly who she was and told Miss Parker, who made the wise decision to not tell Willow of her fame.

She was startled from her thoughts when Willow placed a hand on her arm, before pointing outside and sure enough they were in the Gallery car park. Had I really been lost in my thoughts for that long? She questioned herself, before shaking it off and putting her book away. She stood and stepped into the aisle turning to address the children.

"Now children," she said loudly, causing them to quieten down and listen, "you all remember the groups I put you in back in the classroom?" she received a mixture of nods and calls of 'yes'. "Excellent, those will be your groups for walking around the art gallery, when we get off the coach I will give you each a task sheet. Then you will be free to roam around, but do not leave the group, if one of you needs the toilet you all go okay? The task sheet is to be completed before the end of the day or it will be your homework. I expect you all to meet in the main hall for lunch at one, so keep track of time. If any of you are late, you will get a detention. With that said, I hope you all have fun and remember, stay in your groups."

Twenty minutes later saw class six roaming around the gallery, completing tasks and talking amongst their groups. Willow had stopped in a room full of landscapes, Miss Parker was a couple of paintings down, staring at a sunset dreamily. Willow cared little for the romance of sunsets and had moved on quickly. A painting caught her eye, standing out against the rolling green hills and clear blue lakes of the landscape paintings. It was of a cliff feature, four faces were carved into rock reminding Willow of the picture she had seen of the faces carved into rock over in America. At the base of the cliff face was a village and surrounding that was a forest. She leant closer to get a better look and to her surprise the painting started to move. The trees swayed as if there was a breeze and birds shot up into the sky. They flew around the clouds and down back into the trees again. Steam and smoke rose slowly above the building in the village. It was all so utterly preposterous that Willow felt as though she were Alice, looking at Wonderland for the first time.

She blinked slowly and saw to her amazement what looked like tiny ants moving around in the village. The plaque beneath the painting only held the title 'Konoha', there was no artist name or date, and Willow knew it shouldn't have been there. Only professional artists were in the gallery, so this had to be famous, but with no artist to claim it she could only assume it was wrongly placed. It was all too much like Wonderland. She giggled and turned to call out to Miss Parker so she could look at the weird painting too, only she moved so fast she was put off balance and began to fall forwards. Her eyes went wide as her hands instinctually moved forward to break her fall, landing on the painting in front of her. Green eyes widened as the movement in the painting stopped, realisation sunk in then and she tensed, waiting for an alarm to go off, for a guard to grab her and punish her for touching the painting.

When nothing came she breathed a sigh of relief and turned to move away, not wanting to be near the painting any more. Only to realise she was stuck, her hands had glued to the canvas, panicked she tried yanking them of but they were stuck firmly. She whimpered and tried to pull her hands free again but they remained as they were. Her hands slowly began to sink into the canvas and, desperate to escape she began to pull harder. The painting slowly drew her into its frame inch by inch. She turned her head and spotted Miss Parker and opened her mouth to shout for her but it was too late, with a harsh pull she was sucked into the painting.

She landed with a soft thump on the ground, her eyes wide with unshed tears as she looked around her. She half expected to be able to peer out into the gallery but the gallery was gone. She was surrounded by trees that towered over her completely alone. She whimpered pathetically as the tears she had been holding back slipped down her cheeks. Of all the things Willow feared, being alone stood on the top of the list. She could fight through her fear of her uncle, because even as he was cruel to her she was never alone. Right now she would take Dudley's taunting remarks over the unfamiliarity of the trees surrounding her.

"Hey kid, what are you doing out here all alone?" the words were foreign and Willow whirled around face the source startled. The man was tanned and tall, dark haired with a beard, a cigarette perched lazily on his lips, he gave a smile but there was a steeliness to his eyes that spoke of distrust. He was wearing a green flak jacket and blue pants, a sash was tied around his waist with a symbol that Willow couldn't understand. He seemed relaxed but Willow knew from experience that it meant nothing, adults were hard to trust. They lied so easily. Hesitantly she took a step back, her eyes filled with fear, the flight or fight response that kicked in had her running through the trees.

She was a fast runner and she was actually thankful to Dudley for that, if he hadn't played his stupid hunting games she wouldn't be able to run fast. But even so she was caught rather quickly, the man wasn't Dudley and he was a full grown adult with long legs. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her too him, stopping her escape.

"Slow down kiddo, I wasn't trying to hurt you, I just want to know who you are," the words fell on deaf ears and he was met with a blank stare. He wondered briefly is she was actually deaf until she shook her head and began to speak.

"I don't understand you," she spoke in a rush panicked and struggling against his hold. She wanted to go back to the gallery, she wanted Miss Parker, hell she even wanted her cupboard. "Let me go," she screamed trying to pull her wrist out of his grip. Her magic reacted to her distress and burnt his hand badly.

He let go of her wrist with a yelp, staring at the burnt and bleeding flesh with wide eyes, it was extremely painful. He half expected the girl to be gone when he finally looked away from his injured hand, but she stood in the same spot bottom lip trembling and looking guiltily at his hand. She said something he couldn't understand, but when she hovered over his injured hand he assumed it was an apology. He didn't mind his hand much, he was a shinobi after all and had received much more, he was just shocked she managed to hurt him. He was about to reassure her when he saw the glow of her hand, instinctually he reached for a kunai but paused when he was filled with a warmth. The burns on his hand began to heal until it was back to normal again. He had seen nothing like it before, it was like medical ninjutsu but there was no way a child as young her could perform the complicated ninjutsu. It also didn't feel like any medical ninjutsu, it like he was filled with light and it was a comfortable feeling. The girl wasn't a shinobi either, she wasn't even from the Hidden Countries if her language was anything to go by.

He sighed and ran a hand down his face, to take a leaf out of the Nara clan's book, he just knew this was going to be troublesome. He could tell that the skittish look those impossibly green eyes was going to make it harder for him to get her to trust him. He pointed to himself and spoke slowly, enunciating each syllable carefully, "Asuma."

He had to repeat his name a few times until she got the pronunciation correct, then they repeated the whole process with her name. Like her language, her name was strange but he took it in his stride. Now he only had to convince her to come with him back to the village. At first she didn't understand, so with a lot of miming and tiring amount of effort he finally got across what he wanted. But even then she refused, shaking her head adamantly ad stepping away from him. It took the sun going down and darkness surrounding them for her to agree.

He took her straight the Hokage Tower, forgoing the hospital as she was perfectly healthy, the girl hadn't spoken a word since he had convinced her to follow him. He wasn't surprised as they had the problem of the language barrier, and Asuma had the suspicion that she was from a place so very far away.

The Hokage took one look at his son's tired face when he entered the room and knew something was wrong. Then he noticed the little girl trailing behind Asuma, she wasn't a daughter of a shinobi that was for sure, he made it a point to know all the children in the Academy. Perhaps she was the daughter of a civilian. But then what was she doing with Asuma? He took a closer look and noticed her foreign features, and the fact that there was no recognition in her eyes when she looked at him. There was only fear and hesitation.

"I found her just outside the village, she's not from around here," Asuma said, looking at Willow from the corner of his eye.

"Is she from another village?" Hiruzen mused, resting his chin against his hand, his gaze fixed on Willow who stared back unflinchingly.

"Only if that village is far away, she doesn't speak our language," he replied, a frustrated look crossing his face.

Willow watched the exchange with an increasing curiosity as they continued to talk with each other in their strange language. Her hands twitched with a need to understand, and pictures began to form in her head. She had experienced this before, it was her magic's way of telling her what to do. She nodded her head in understanding, her hand reached out hesitantly at first before gaining confidence, she tugged at Asuma's jacket. "Asuma," she called quietly and once she got his attention she motioned for him to come closer to her.

He knelt by her side and both the jounin and the Hokage watched curiously, Willow raised her hand and pressed a finger against his temple. Her finger glowed the same whitish yellow it had when she had healed him previously, but this time along with the warmth he saw his own memories. A childhood version of Asuma appeared in his memories and some of them he didn't even remember. Willow only took what she needed from him and that was the language. She didn't look at his memories, they were his and they were private. Though she couldn't help but see he had a happy childhood, something she couldn't say she had. Once she felt confident that she had gained the necessary knowledge she pulled away from him. Asuma blinked stupidly when the connection was broken, before staring at the girl in wonder.

"Hello," she said to them, bowing politely, "my name is Willow Potter and I am ten years old."

They were both amazed at the fluency at which she spoke, when less than a minute ago she couldn't understand them at all. Then they were both shocked at her age, she looked a lot younger than she was and with a pitying gaze Sarutobi Hiruzen figured out why she was so small.

"I took the language from your memories," she addressed Asuma, "I apologise for intruding on them but I felt it was necessary for us to be able to communicate."

"How?" Asuma breathed, in utter awe at the abilities the child possessed, "how did you heal me earlier? And view my memories? Do have a Kekkei Genkai?"

"No, I don't think so," she shook her head unfamiliar with the term, "what I have is called magic, though normally the use of it requires a wand and spells, but I don't need that. I just need to think of what I want to happen, earlier I wished to heal the burn I created so I just told my magic to heal you. My magic sometimes helps me out, it showed me what to do to gain this language."

"Do you know how you came to be in Konoha?" the Hokage asked with a small frown.

"Konoha?" that name sounded familiar and the name of the painting in the gallery floated through her mind, "I was on a class trip. We went to the National Gallery and I found this painting of a rock monument with four faces carved into it, a village and a forest surrounding it. I accidentally touched the painting and was sucked inside. I don't understand how or why but I don't think returning… home… will be as easy."

"I see," they both noticed the hesitation she had when speaking of home, "then you will stay here for the foreseeable future, though I have no idea what we shall do with this power of yours."

"Train her," Asuma said quietly.

"She is too old for the Academy Asuma," Hiruzen responded but Asuma sent him a knowing look, "you mean for me to partner her with him?"

"Yes," Asuma nodded, "you know he hasn't passed a single genin team since he became a jonin sensei. I think she would be perfect for him."

"But I already had plans for him."

"You know they won't graduate for another two years," Asuma said, knowing what his father was planning, "and when that happens Willow can join them. I know a squad is usually four members but Willow's power would be a great asset to the village, I'm sure an exception can be made. Besides if you plan on having the team I think you are, she could help keep him safe."

"You are forgetting one thing Asuma," Hiruzen said slowly before turning to look at Willow, "what do you want child? Would you like to become a shinobi and use your power to defend this village?"

Willow frowned as she thought about her answer, for years she had been called useless and good for nothing at the hands of her relatives. Her magic was feared by them and she was hated for it. Yet here she was being told she could be useful, that her power could be used productively and without fear. She smiled and nodded her head, "I would like that very much sir."

"Very well," his eyes twinkled, "Asuma would you be so kind as to go find Kakashi?" Asuma nodded and disappeared from the room. "Kakashi is a hard teacher, but he knows what he is doing, he has been through some very rough times. But, like my son, I believe you will both complement each other well."

It didn't take Asuma long to come back, with a silver haired jonin in tow. Willow thought it was rather strange that it seemed to defy gravity in the way it stood on end, but was quick to disregard it. She noticed the mask right away and wondered if, like her, he had things to hide. Willow remained silent as the Hokage caught the man up on what was happening.

"Willow will be living with you Kakashi, this is the practical solution and it will also enable you to keep her safe," the 'from Danzo' went unspoken, "when you are on a mission Willow will attend the Academy, but her primary source of teaching is from you. You will teach her everything from the basics up, but I want you to focus mostly on taijutsu, she is already very adept at using her gift but once her taijutsu levels increase start incorporating them together with her gift."

"Understood," Kakashi nodded, looking over the silent girl with a critical eye.

"None of you are to speak of Willow's magic out loud, to everyone else it will simply be her jutsu. Let other's think it's a Kekkei Genkai, but under no circumstances is it to be revealed that her power is something else entirely."

Their conversation dwindled down to minor things after that and soon enough the Hokage dismissed them and Willow had no choice but to follow her new teacher home. They said nothing because they had little to say, Willow had nothing in common with this shinobi from her version of Wonderland. Still she couldn't help but be a little excited for what was to come.

A/N: Hopefully it was good... I like it anyway... but Gaara won't be introduced for a while yet, so you'll have to stick with me on that one. But what did you think of this chapter?

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