Author's note: My first story! Yay! :) About the title... It was previously called Harry Potter and the Hidden Village of Silence, but I just thought up this one and liked it a lot better. Sorry for any confusion!

Disclaimer. I do not own Naruto or Harry Potter and I never will. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto and J.K. Rowling respectively.

"...ra?"

"Could it be...?"

"Sakura, is that really you?"

"Sakura-chan!"

"Hn."

"N-no way..."

"Sakura."

She woke up in a cold sweat. Her eyes swirled wildly around the room, her throat raw from screaming. She couldn't recall it being an actual nightmare, but it terrified her all the same.

"S...Sakura-chan, un?" The girl sat up in bed, pulling her unruly locks out of her face. The pale hall light shone through the door where a worried blonde stood. He didn't even have time to put on his robe- or a shirt for that matter-, she noted dryly, hoping she didn't wake up the whole base. Maybe he was just passing her room at, uh, 1:32 in the morning and decided to make sure she didn't fall asleep at her desk, er, sharpening her katana and re-poisoning her senbon... Hopefully.

"D-Deidara." She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Is everything all right?" He smirked half heartedly.

"You tell me, un. You woke up the rest with your screaming." Damn. Her forehead creased in a frown.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Another dream?"

"... Yes." Deidara walked over to the edge of her bed and swung his arm around her shoulder. Sakura sighed and rested her head on his arm, her eyelids feeling heavy as her heart beat steadied in her chest.

She must have dosed off eventually, because the next time she opened her eyes the sun was just starting to peek around her heavy curtains.

Deidara was shaking her arm. "Sakura-chan~! Let's go let's go let's go!" He whined, "It's already morning, un! Get up. I wanna train."

She snorted. "Alright, alright. Go wait outside, dummy." Pushing the surprisingly- considering how much sleep he got- energetic blonde into the hall, she set about her work.

When she joined Deidara in the yard, the older boy was already stretched out and warmed up. His Akatsuki cloak abandoned on the ground a few feet away, the mouths on his hands chewing on bits of clay to keep them busy. He glanced over his shoulder at her. "You're late, un."

"Pft, whatever." She tied her cloak around her waist, sending little waves of chakra through out her body. Flexing her fingers, she smiled brightly at her partner. "So what is it today? Ninjutsu? Weapons? If it's Genjutsu, we might want to wait for Itachi to wake up. I'm fine at dispelling it, but casting is harder for me." The blonde made a face.

"That bastard? Don't need him, un. Taijutsu match, no chakra, projectile weapons only. Ready?"

Sakura smirked. These Akatsuki guys and their "male pride." As the self-proclaimed head master of her training for the last two years since her arrival, he should know more then anyone- save, perhaps, Pein- that there was no match for her in Taijutsu. But whatever. "Whenever you are."

"Aaaaand... Go!"

"You two are up early," The voice broke through their concentration. Glancing to the porch, Deidara snorted and rolled his eyes. Sakura shot him a look.

"Good morning, Itachi."

"Ah."

"Looks like you did quite a bit of damage, hell cat. Look what you did to Zetsu's garden," A deeper, rough voice snickered. Sakura laughed. "By the way, rumor has it that Dei-chan here went into your room late last night shirtless and only came out this morning. So...? Did he finally grow the balls to-"

The blonde flushed furiously. "Sh-shut up, un!"

"Oh be quiet, Kisame. Deidara wouldn't do that! I keep telling you, we're only friends." Sakura turned away, unable to see Deidara's face as it fell in disappointment, weakly agreeing. She swiped at her forehead with the back of her hand and sighed, satisfied with the ending result of the sparring match. Surveying the field, she gave a rueful grin. Zetsu was going to be upset after all. Quickly she strode across the yard and retrieved her scattered kunai and shuriken.

By the time she returned, Itachi and Deidara were having a glare off, sending out the occasional insult. Kisame was looking on with much amusement and gave a half-hearted attempt to play peacemaker without much success. Sakura rolled her eyes. It was no secret that the two didn't get along; that was an understatement. They hated each others guts for some reason or another and the only ones who knew that reason were the ex-Mist nin and Sasori. All Sakura knew was that it was far beyond the simple "oh, I hate your fricken' guts because your stupid bloodline and one day I'm going to kill you for it you dumb wrinkles bastard" story- from Deidara's point of view of course, since Itachi would never admit to possessing actual feelings- that was already well known in the shinobi world; or so Kisame claimed. Frankly, Sakura doubted anything that came from older man's mouth since it was usually belted out in a tangled mess of booze and belches. And since Sasori plain refused to voice his opinion on the matter, it often left Sakura in the dark.

Something inside Sakura stirred as she approached the three shinobi. It was... familiar. This was a daily occurrence, but- no. It was different today. She winced as the burning sensation gathered at her temples. Nearly as painful as her nightmares, she noted. When Itachi saw her face scrunched up in pain, the bickering silenced.

"Hey, Sakura-chan? Are you alright, un?"

"Ah... Yeah." She shook her head to clear the thoughts. The pain stopped and left her with an image. A young blonde, a boy with dark raven hair, and an older silver-haired man. The two boys were arguing, though she couldn't place the words. The man was laughing. In her mind, she was facing the group but instead of looking down on the obviously younger boys, she was almost looking up. And she couldn't see their faces. In turn they were just raw emotions and voices.

"Another?" Itachi asked. Sakura nodded mutely.

"... Was it a memory this time?" Kisame asked. The three missing-nin couldn't think of anything to say. Wordlessly, they watched the teenager collapse in front of them. She looked so... so vulnerable. It was an uncomfortable change.

"I-I think so. It was when I was... young?" Sakura angrily swiped at the burning sensation in her eyes. Stop it. Kunoichi do not cry. Number 25... Don't! So what if I can't remember... I don't care-

"Itachi-san. Kisame-san. Sakura-san. Deidara-san." A woman's voice pulled her back to reality.

"Why the hell's my name last, un?"

"Shut up!" Sakura elbowed him in the ribs, her earlier experience all but forgotten. She turned and smiled sweetly at the woman. "Yes, Konan-neesan?"

"Leader-sama requests the four of you in his quarters." Konan nodded to them before disappearing inside the base.

"No time for a shower? Fine, meetings come first," Sakura muttered as she retrieved her Akatsuki cloak and fallen hitai-ate. She paused, running her thumb lightly over the large slash that ran through the middle of the black note. Shizugakure... She mused, following the others through the winding corridors, I wonder if I can return one day... No of course not. Missing nin only returned to their villages for execution and the bounty on their head paid off. Oto no Kuni would never want her back.

The dark corridor branched out wide. Shadows jumped at them in the flickering lamp light as the four bowed deeply to the figure before them.

"Itachi Uchiha, Kisame Hoshigaki, Sakura Raikoune, Deidara. As you may or may not know, the Nine Tailed Demon fox has returned to Konoha." They started to nod. Understood. They were being placed on a mission to retrieve- "But that is not our biggest concern at the moment. Orochimaru is been growing more powerful as of late, and my sources tell me he is no longer in the shinobi countries, but over sees and gaining allies as we speak. Particularly the aid of a powerful dark wizard. Your mission is to infiltrate Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and convince them to join us. We are fortunate enough to be granted this oppertunity by their leader, on one condition. You four are to keep an eye on two of their students. One you must protect at all costs, the other you must report to him on all you see. Any questions?"

They were baffled to say the least. Even Itachi's usually cool demeanor was cracked. He was the first to find his tongue. "Witchcraft and Wizardry? With all do respect, Leader-sama..."

"That seems a little far fetched," Sakura finished. Pein nodded.

"It may seem so, but even so this is an oppurtunity we can not afford to lose. If this information is correct, we must act at once to stop him. However, if indeed these rumors prove false, we would still have hundreds on our side."

Even Konan looked confused. "B-but Pein, what about the demons? We already assigned Sasori and Hid-"

"I will send out the others on a retrieval mission. Since Hidan and Kakuzu will never tire, they will be the ones to keep him in check until you four return." The red head turned back to the waiting shinobi. "Itachi, you are leader for this mission. I trust you will not fail me."

He bowed. "Of course not, Leader-sama."

"Report back to me in one hour. Bring enough supplies to last at least six months. This is a long term mission. If need be, I will send more to you in the future. Itachi, a moment before you leave."

"Witchcraft and Wizardry, huh?" Sakura mused as she wrapped her kantana sheath in a soft red fabric before stowing it in her shoulder pack. Stepping back, she surveyed her work. If the mission was only for six months, she didn't really need much. Konan-neesan had told her on the way back to her room that the terrain was mostly safe, and that hundreds of students could live on the school grounds for the full seven years without getting attacked once, not to mention all the teachers at the school could protect them from a massive outbreak with little to no outside help needed. But Sakura was not one to take chances.

"Medical supplies," she shook a clear bottle full of blue pills and gave it a shake before stowing it in her pouch along with six others. "check. Kunai, shuriken, and senbon sharp...?" She pricked her finger on the end and gazed briefly at the gathering crimson before sealing it up with a tiny burst of chakra. "Uh-huh. Training clothes, yup, spare cloak, got it, Danna's specialty poison," she gazed at the dark grey gunk the older medical nin had gifted her the year before. "Just in case that brat gives you any trouble," he had winked. With a smile, she tossed it in as well. "Check. All set."

Pack in hand, she took one more glance around the room and started to turn away before a glint of silver caught her eye. Reaching her hand for it, she emerged from a small pile of old clothes with a strip of dark blue cloth between her fingers. And upon that cloth was a worn, dusty piece of silver. In the center was a beautifully engraved spiral with a small triangle connected to the left of it. Konohagakure. Haven't seen this in a while, she mused, old piece of junk. Snorting, she raised her arm back to throw it across the room. Just as she was about to release, something seemed to stop her. Sakura lowered her arm and stared at the hitai-ate once more.

Why can't I...- her thoughts trailed off. She felt her fingers trail up to the slashed forehead protector she now wore.

She recalled how Leader-sama gently insisted she replaced the old ratty blue material that held her village's mark in place with a pure white one, how she couldn't say no and didn't think twice about her decision. Kakuzu had questioned her on it afterwards. How could she think of changing anything about her only ties to home? Even if she was Akatsuki, none of the others could even imagine abandoning the hitai-ate; full of memories and missions even if they were terrible. Sakura couldn't answer that question then, and still couldn't now. She never felt the tugs of emotion towards the metal slate, dismissing it as something to regain along with her memories. So why this...?

Something wasn't making sense. Konohagakure no Sato, Shizugakure no Sato, Akatsuki. The villages hidden in both leaves and silence, and their "enemies." Nothing tied them together. Nothing could. The only exception was Orochimaru, right? Sakura shook her head clear. Her thoughts weren't making sense anymore. Without another backwards glance she carefully placed the old hitai-ate in her pack and shut the door behind her.

"She what?"

The woman sighed and placed her half-full bottle of sake on a neglected stack of unsigned documents. Her assistant whimpered, pleading for her to do her job. "I just told you, brat."

"B-but... It can't be true! Sakura-chan's too strong for that!"

"I know!" The Hokage snapped. At the blonde's shock she composed herself once more. Well, as composed as she could be while drunk. "Sakura Haruno was perhaps one of the most talented girls I've ever trained, perhaps as good as Shizune." She gave a brief nod to the dark haired girl in the corner. "Shizune, read the report from that day."

"Yes Lady Tsunade." Reaching to the highest tower of paperwork, she retrieved a thick manila folder and opened to the first page. "Sakura Haruno. Chuunin. Age 14. Missing in action, assumedly captured by enemy nin. Mission was to escort one of the village elders to visit her granddaughter in the Fire City of Tanzakugai a few miles away. Her entourage was a high class team of jounin consisting of Tadashi Ishida, age 23, Karina Tanaka, age 25, and cell leader and ANBU captain Kouzuki Yamada, aka Beaver, age 31. The team reported via messenger hawk about their mission's success and how they were departing from the village an hour after the message arrived. However they never showed up and when the area was scouted, the team was found slaughtered nearly an hour's run away but her body was not found. There were signs of a struggle and her blood was splattered on the ground, but not enough to kill her. Her chakra trail was cold and there were no leads in any directions."

Tsunade leaned back in her seat and sighed. "Even when the Inuzuka clan set out, nothing was found. The Hyuugas and Aburames both came up empty handed."

"So there's nothing we can do?" Spit out the blonde boy. "She's just... gone?"

"I was just getting to that," the Hokage glared at him. "Upon inspecting the corpses, wrap marks curled around their throats. We believe they were choked to death by incredibly large creatures. We also found that other then the wrap marks the flesh untouched yet on the inside, their internal organs and bones are sliced and crushed."

"Snakes and... chakra scalpel?" He breathed.

"Most likely. Only a very skilled medical nin could preform that technique on the spot."

"But who would do that to Sakura-cha-" His fists clenched and he felt the Kyuubi inside him growl with delight.

Tsunade nodded, completely sober now. "Yes. We have reason to believe that Kabuto Yakushi and Orochimaru have captured Sakura Haruno."

Next chapter preview:

Naruto: Finally I'm back! The gangs all here! Except for Sakura-chan and that Sasuke-bastard, that is. We'll get 'em back, I swear!

What the hell is with that Sai guy? He's reaaaally starting to piss me off! What is he thinking? I have a dick! Does he want proof or somethi-

Deidara: Next time, Before the Dawn chapter 2! The Calm Before the Storm!

Both: What the hell? You bastard! Stay away from Sakura-chan!

Sakura: We'll see you then!