A/N: Hello again! This chapter's a bit shorter than last time, but I was more distracted. I'll try to mix perspectives into each chapter, but this one's completely in the Narutoverse. Happy reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto. I do not intend to make any money from this (I don't feel like being deported just yet) and this is solely for my plessure and the pleasure of others.
Tsunade sighed as she considered the stacks of paperwork in front of her. This was the part of being a Hokage she had not signed up for. She looked out her window to Hokage Mountain. Her gaze rested on the face of the Sandaime Hokage, her mentor, and then on the Yondaime Hokage, the Yellow Flash, the greatest shinobi Konoha ever had.
Her thoughts drifted to another blond shinobi she knew. He had just lost his godfather… The boy had such a large burden on his shoulders. She wished she could reach out and comfort him, but after so many years of living and fighting by himself, he was too used to dealing with sorrow on his own. There wasn't much she could do about the situation, and she hated it.
"Hokage-sama."
A soft, sorrowful voice broke her out of her reverie. A young man wearing a fox mask stood in front of her desk. Fox was the current captain of the ANBU, giving Uchiha Itachi a run for his money in terms of age and skill. His posture was relaxed yet not enough to be considered unaware or disrespectful. He wore a black trench coat with flames licking up from the hems. Underneath, he wore a white shirt, black pants, and black sandals. Unseen, the insides of his cloak was lined with scrolls, kunai, shuriken, and senbon. He had a katana at his side as well.
"Fox, what do you know, you're actually here on time. Relax."
"Hai. What's this about, Baachan?"
"So far the only threats to the shinobi world since the Great Shinobi Wars have been Orochimaru, the Akatsuki, and a few missing-nin. However, an evil is arising outside the shinobi nations. I have been contacted by many of our contacts – namely wizards. They are shinobi of sorts. They know almost no taijutsu, but their ninjutsu, genjutsu, and seals are plentiful, albeit very different from ours."
Curiosity piqued, the ANBU asked against his better judgement, "How so?"
"They don't use chakra. Or perhaps, it is that their chakra is different from ours. They need an instrument to channel it, a wooden stick called a wand. I believe they call it magic. Either way, they have powers that separate them from normal people. Recently, a megalomaniac from their world called Voldemort has become a threat to our society. He's quite like the Akatsuki in Orochimaru's body. He's proposing an alliance between the three groups. Oddly enough, his target, apart from world domination, is a boy your age."
"So, like Orochimaru and Sasuke?"
"Not quite. Voldemort has no intention of getting this boy to join his side. His goal is the elimination of the boy. Which bring us to why you're here."
"You're sending me on a mission," he said flatly.
"Hai. Don't worry; you'll be here for the funeral. You're not leaving until September 1. You'll be joining as a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and may end up staying until or past the end of term. I doubt you'll learn much, but you never know. Your objectives are to protect the boy and those affiliated with him, eliminate Voldemort and any possible ties with Orochimaru and the Akatsuki, and update our relationships with the other nations, namely Great Britain. You and your team, who should be arriving within the next half hour, have the next month to familiarize yourselves with the customs of the world you'll be entering.
"Onto the boy. His name is Harry James Potter. We don't have very much information on him, unfortunately."
The ANBU flipped through the scant folder. He frowned.
"His medical records are horrible. Neglect?"
"Possibly."
"That could be problematic. He could be clouded by revenge."
"It's likely, but the fact remains that he opposes Voldemort. Making sure he remains that way falls under protecting him, by the way."
"Understood. My team?"
"I'm getting there. Haruno Sakura, Hyuuga Neji, Hyuuga Hinata, and Inuzuka Kiba."
"I see… If Orochimaru is intending to form an alliance with Voldemort, it is highly likely he has or will approach Potter-san. It is also likely he will send Sasuke to Hogwarts. The Akatsuki members are too old."
"Very good. Also, the Kazekage will be joining you."
"Gaara's coming? How will Suna function without their Kage for a year? I thought Temari-san was the liaison – oh, wait, she's too old."
Tsunade chuckled as the youth answered his own question. He may have been her best shinobi, but he was also a sixteen-year-old boy. She continued, "Exactly. I believe the Kazekage's siblings have been worried about him overworking himself. They're also having trouble with the village council again – I don't need to remind you that this is hearsay, and therefore confidential – so they believe this is a suitable alternative."
The ANBU nodded, digesting all the information given to him. Tsunade looked at the clock once more.
"Your teammates and their Jounin senseis will arrive in about five minutes. How do you plan on revealing yourself to them?"
The ANBU sighed, "I'll slip in a minute or two late. You can announce me when you talk about Gaara. Kami, they're going to go into conniptions when they find out. Are you sure I have to do this?"
Tsunade chuckled, a mischevious glint in her eyes.
"Of course. They shouldn't be too surprised. After all, you're going to be the next Hokage."
A/N: Brownie points for a review, and a free cookie if you can guess the identity of the ANBU. Seriously, it's not that hard to guess.