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The Clearing Behind the Nara Clan's Compound, Konohagakure, Hidden Village of the Leaves,

14:48, June 7th, 1989:

"Duck!"

Whizz.

"To your left-!"

Slink.

"Behind you!"

Cling!

"Near your leg!"

Bang!

"Er- Just move out of the way!"

Whack.

"…AND YOU JUST COULD HAVE SAID THAT BEFORE!?"

Ino shrugged as she readied the next kunai, before aiming to where Haru's head once was. "You never asked. You could have moved out of the way by yourself, you know."

The green eyed boy gave out breaths in short gasps, before stumbling over to where Shikamaru and Choji were sitting. The Akimichi offered the shaken boy some chips in sympathy, in which Haru accepted gratefully. "You know, I never expected my first near death experience to happen because of Ino-chan." Haru said sarcastically, watching the girl aim with more of the knives.

Ino threw back the kunai and hit the tree with a resounding 'clunk'. "Oh, man up Haru. You're just jealous because I know how to throw better than you."

Shikamaru sighed. "Ino, we all know that Haru's aim sucks-" Haru let out a yelp in his defense. "-but really, you didn't have to try to kill him."

The blonde haired girl sighed, as if she had gone over this particular conversation many times before. "Shikamaru, he called me a fangirl."

Choji looked up from his bag of chips, which he was currently feasting on as he watched the show. "But isn't that was you are?"

The boy barely had time to dodge the kunai thrown at him, which became lodged in the tree he was leaning against.

The boys ran as far away as they could without leaving the clearing, Ino steaming as she threw kunai after shuriken after the trio of boys. "What did you just say to me!?"

Shikamaru, Haru, and Choji cowered behind a tree as they hurriedly whispered to one another, sometimes squeaking as Ino threw another Kunai at the tree next to them.

"What do we do?"

Shikamaru ducked in order to miss the next knife. "Well… On a bright side, we are getting extra training in-" He let out a squeak (All though later he would adamantly deny it.) as his jacket became pinned to the tree. "Darn it, woman!"

Haru quickly grabbed the handle holding his brother up, and yanked it out from the bark, making Shikamaru wince as he looked at the hole in the cloth. "So troublesome."

The green eyed boy pulled the other two to the ground as they discussed their game plan, ignoring the fact that Ino was standing in front of the tree with an amused expression on her face, Kunai nowhere in sight.

Perhaps the fact that she hit Shikamaru was enough.

Haru clumsily drew a trio of stick figures in the dirt, before drawing a much larger and scarier picture of what looked like a mixture between spears and a female cave man.

"All right, so this is us-" He tapped the trio of sticks hiding behind a crudely drawn tree. "-And this, is Ino." Haru motioned towards the evil cave man/woman thing. "I suggest that we do this-" The boy smeared out the three males from behind the tree, and moved them to behind another tree. "-Do you understand?"

Choji stroked his imaginary beard. "Either you want to move to the tree next to us, or we are making a strategic escape."

Haru shrugged. "Whatever you think would help."

Just then, the evil cave man/woman poked her head behind the tree. "Uh, guys-"

The trio let out a startled shriek as they simultaneously tried to move away from the Kunai wielding female, and to smooth out the unflattering image drawn of the Yamamaka.

Ino froze as she took in their freaked out faces. "What? Do I have something on my face?" The girl scrubbed at her cheeks before looking at her hands, and shrugged. "Nothing. Anyways, Naruto-kun, Forehead-chan, Sasuke-kun-" She let out a tiny squeal at her crush's name. "-Hinata-chan and Shino-san have arrived."

Haru, Choji, and Shikamaru let out a silent sigh as Ino moved away to chat with Sakura and Hinata. "I thought she'd never leave." Shikamaru told the other two, who nodded, albeit hesitantly. "She scares me." Choji declared perfectly seriously, looking at Ino giggling with the other two girls. Haru nodded in understanding. "Women scare me in general."

The trio sat in silence for a few moments until Naruto came bouncing over to the three, dragging Sasuke Uchiha behind him.

"Hey guys!" Naruto cheerfully grinned, his blue eyes looking just as wild as always. "Guess what?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes as he wrenched his hand from Naruto's. "You finally learned how to read?" The dark haired male asked sarcastically.

"Shut up, teme." The sunny boy turned back to the two Nara's and Akimichi. "No- I got Hokage-jiji to tell me something that I didn't know before!"

The Uchiha sighed and pinched his nose is exasperation. Haru noticed this. "Did he tell you?" The boy asked. Sasuke shook his head. "Dobe just started yelling about something, and then burst into my house, and dragged me here all the while speaking faster than possible about something or a rather."

Haru winced. Naruto could drag people and scare them just as well as Ino could, which scared the bejesus out of everyone when the two of them were scheming together.

"It's probably just a new Ramen flavor or something."

Naruto, hearing the last sentence, turned his head to glare at the 'Last' Uchiha. "Nu-uh! It's something important!"

"Are you saying that Ramen isn't important?"

The blonde haired boy yelled, "Stop twisting my words around, teme!"

"I am just saying what I hear you say, dobe."

"Teme."

"Dobe."

"Teme."

"Dobe."

"Teme!"

"Dobe-"

Hinata broke in before it could become a fist fight. "A-Ano. W-What-t i-is it t-t-then N-Naruto-o-k-kun?" The girl stuttered horribly, a blush worming itself across the Hyuga Heiress' face as always when dealing with her crush.

Naruto immediately stopped fighting with Sasuke and threw an arm around Hinata. "I'm glad you asked, Hinata-chan!"

Hinata's blush came back full on as she stuttered something.

The rest of the group had sat down long ago and watched Naruto and Sasuke's verbal fight. Haru sighed as he leaned against the tree that he once was outlined in Kunai's on it.

"Come on Naruto, just tell us."

The blonde haired boy plopped on the ground and had a foxlike grin on his face. "I went to see old Hokage-jiji this afternoon, after the Academy. He might have had a little too much Sake to drink, because he told me that there are other countries, other villages, outside the Hidden Villages!"

There was silence at Naruto's words. "But didn't you say he was drunk?"

Naruto nodded. "Yeah, but isn't that when everyone is the most talkative and more likely to tell the truth?"

Sakura frowned as she thought about it. "But then why do we have the T&I when we can just use Sake on people?"

The others sighed as they too thought about it, only for Shikamaru to snap his fingers. "I know." All eyes turned to look at the Nara genius. "Because, really, who wants to waste good Sake on murderers, enemy Shinobi, and traitors?"

The rest of the group grumbled in agreement, before the rest of the time in the clearing was spent chatting and laughing as the sun slowly set in the distance.

Naruto pouted when he realized that none of the group believed him. Sasuke punched his arm and asked, "Dobe-"

"Teme!"

Sasuke sighed in barely contained fatigue.

"Teme?"

The onyx haired boy looked at the blonde. "You're a baka, you do know that right?"

"Yeah- Well you're-!"

Haru shook his head. Sake, Hidden Continents, or what, the group would never change even if the topic did.


[-FLASHBACK YEARS BEFORE- DAY BEFORE RITA SKEETER'S ARTICLE:-]

Diagon Alley, London, England,

16:23, November 2nd, 1981:

Madame Malkins had worked for her store (First opened in 1960) for over twenty years, and in all those times when Albus Dumbledore had come in, he had never looked so frazzled and out of place as he picked up some of his tailored robes. His hair was a mess, his clothes looked like they were put on backwards, he had bags under his eyes, and he smelled as if he had never taken a shower in his life.

Madame Malkins wrinkled her nose discretely as she asked him, "A sickle for your thoughts, Headmaster?"

The aged wizard gave a slightly strained smile (Although the one hundred and seventy year old didn't know she saw how pained it looked.), and shook his head. "It is nothing, dear Matilde. Just an old wizard's wheezes. Nothing to worry about."

The woman tisked as she folded the brightly coloured robes, muttering something under her breath. "Nothing, Headmaster, can be as underrated as you make it appear to be- especially if it has one of the best wizards of all time worrying and sweating like a First Year!"

Albus chuckled and waved it off, giving Madame Malkins a quick 'thank you' as he took the offered clothing. "It is nothing, as you shouldn't worry about it. Ah, goodbye Madame Matilde!" The wizard bustled out of the shop before the silently fuming Witch could try to squeeze any more information out of him.

Madame Malkins frowned as she left the counter to go fit some new costumers, all the while quietly fuming about Dumbledore's reluctance to talk.

"Wha-?" The woman blinked as she leaned down to grab a folded piece of parchment- probably having fallen from some person's pocket.

The woman unwrapped it as stared at the quick lettering printed, her eyes going wide as she called out for her assistant-

"Melinda!"

Melinda looked up from her sewing, grimacing as she stared at the pale face. "What happened? Did the Ministry order something? Are we facing a law suit? What-"

The tailor shook her head violently and shoved the piece of grubby paper in the younger woman's hands, with a quiet plea of, "Please read this out loud."

With slightly shaken hands, the woman did so.

"Harry Potter- Ideas of Where he could be-

-Dursley House (Checked, family never had the boy.)

-Magical Family (No new adoptions that fit description in the past ten years.)

-Muggle Family (Harder to track. Having Hagrid and Minerva look when speaking to Muggleborns.)

-Taken Out of Country (? 50/100 Percent chance, if not found in Muggle world. Meeting with the French and Belgian Magical Representatives in two months.)

-Killed (Low chance, name still on register.)"

Everyone in the shop gasped as the woman finished, and immediately began crowding around, looking at the piece of paper concerning the Savoir of the Wizarding World.

"How!?"

"What-"

"This can't-"

"Impossible! Dumbledore-"

"Taken? Never-"

"Gone!?"

"Can't it-"

Worried voices filled the air and floated out and threw the streets of Diagon Alley, several concerned and curious patrons of other shops poking their head inside the robe shop to see the madness caused.

Whispers came next, and the news from eager gossip hounds quickly made its way from one place to the next, carrying on to Knockturn Alley and all those in-between.

Meanwhile, standing inside the Leaky Caldron, Albus Percival Wulfrick Brian Dumbledore cursed himself for losing the paper.

Rita Skeeter smirked as her pink-painted nails hungrily tapped against the table, creating a dull rhythm as her Quick-Quotes-Quill slid across the parchment, writing down everything heard.

Oh yes… The Ministry would have a kick out of this…

The next morning everyone over Britain (and a few surrounding countries that could get their hands on the newspaper) gasped in either shock or horror as Rita Skeeter announced that the Boy-Who-Lived was gone.

Of course, with much more flowery words and accusations pointed against several well-known and famous people.

This reporter shall get to the bottom of this outrage.

Molly Weasley gasped as she set down the Daily Prophet, making her slowly balding husband turn his head from his cup of tea.

"Molly? What's wrong?"

The Weasley mother's brown eyes were wide as she pointed to the article written by the famous journalist. "H-Harry Potter is missing, Arthur!"

The man froze in his chair, ignoring his slowly cooling tea as he began to pace around the room. "What? Molly, you can't-"

The woman shook his red mane and shoved the paper in his hands, wringing her palms as her husband quickly read through the article.

"My- What- How?" The man rubbed his forehead. Neither of the distraught parents noticed five young faces peaking in the room from the door, curious about what made the man and woman so frazzled.

"Oh Arthur! This is terrible- awful! The poor boy… He must have been kidnapped! After all- Dumbledore put him in one of the best places where he could grow up in a normal environment-"

Fred and George Weasley turned to their older brothers with slightly confused faces, but the three older boys shushed them as they crouched lower to the ground.

"Didn't-"

Ronald, who was taking his nap upstairs, gave out a loud wail- the one year old screeching loudly for food. Ginny whined in her sleep also, and when the loud thumping footsteps came from the kitchen, the older boys fled the scene and hurried up into Bill's room.

"Whatcha think is going to happen?" Charlie, who couldn't have been any older than eight, questioned ten year old Bill.

Bill ran a hand through his bright red Weasley hair, and sighed. "I dunno."

George and Fred frowned- the three year olds not understanding the importance of the loud talking downstairs. "Wha's so…" George tried to find the word. "Big?" Fred finished for his twin.

Percy pushed his glasses up his nose clumsily, and the five year old answered before the others could. "Remember a couple weeks 'go?" The boy seemed rather proud of his somewhat understandable sentence.

Fred and George scratched their heads before cutely shaking it in a 'no' manner.

"A boy 'feated You-Know-Who!"

Bill nodded at his younger red haired siblings. "Uh-huh. Harry Potter killed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named- and it seems like Professor Dumbledore placed him in a house and he ended up missing."

Charlie frowned. "Like kidnapped?"

The boy scratched the back of his neck, and shrugged; much to the disappointment of all his younger brothers. "I dunno. Mum and Dad will probably say somethin' about it during dinner. We can figure it out then."

The other children nodded as they one by one (or in Fred and George's case, twin by twin.) the sun just setting below the horizon as another November day ended.

Bill pouted. "I wish I knew what was happening." He told Charlie, who tended to stick around his older brother. "If only I was at Hogwarts- then I might know something." The soon to be First Year commented.

Charlie pouted and crossed his arms childishly. "I wanna go to Hogwarts to."

The long haired boy laughed as rubbed the top of his slightly younger sibling's head, ignoring the yell of 'HEY!' and the other's attempts to smooth down his hair.

Dinner came and went, and besides the flustered looks shared between Molly and Arthur Weasley, there was no comment about the Savoir of the Wizarding World's disappearance. Percy, having offered to set the table, much to his mother's happiness and mutterings about "A perfect little gentleman!", whispered to Charlie as he passed down the stairs after helping-

"The paper isn't ther'!"

Charlie, although not surprised at his parent's paranoidness, raised an eyebrow as he checked to see if the two were alone. "Are you sure?"

Percy bobbed his head. "Positive!"

The older boy nodded, and whispered quickly to his brother when he saw his mother coming down the stairs.

"Tell Bill and the twins okay?"

The glasses wearing boy jumped as his came closer, and gave a mock salute. "Okay!"

Molly didn't suspect a thing.

Over the course of the dinner- Ron screaming and throwing food all over the place, Ginny snoring in their mother's lap, Fred and George speaking in what the other brothers had dubbed 'Twin Speak' and Percy, Charlie, and Bill attempting telepathic communication- the conversation several times had broached closer to the subject of the Boy-Who-Lived, but not once did Arthur or Molly answer the questions.

"What happened to You-Know-Who?"

"He was defeated, sweetheart."

"But by who?"

"Harry Potter. You don't know him- but Arthur knew James Potter from the Ministry."

"What happened to Harry Potter?"

"Not now honey- Ginevra's waking up-"

The Weasley boys were interested. And they would get the answer even if it killed them.