10 days ago
Hogwarts School of Magic, Headmaster's office
"Albus, you are not seriously leaving the boy alone to his demise are you? Not after knowing that He-who-must-not-be-named is back." A tall, strict looking woman said to a man named Albus.
"As much as I want to help the child Professor Mcgonagall, the Ministry doesn't believe that Voldemort is back and as of this moment, I am unable to do anything as they keep a critical eye on my every move." Albus sadly replied. Albus is a tall and thin man with silver hair and beard so long that they could be tucked into his belt. He had a very long and crooked nose that looked as if it had been broken at least twice. His eyes were described to be a brilliant, soul-piercing shade of blue that usually twinkled with kindness and mischief but as of this moment it only held regret and sadness.
"Is there truly nothing we can do?" Professor Mcgonagall sadly asks.
"Yes, unless-"
"Unless what, Albus?" Professor Mcgonagall asked, cutting-off the headmaster. A small ounce of hope growing in the pit of her stomach.
"Unless there is someone that we may consider as an outside variable." Headmaster Dumbledore said, eyes once again twinkling.
"An outside variable?" A skeptical Professor Mcgonagall asked.
"Yes, a variable that the ministry or the whole magical world of England knows not of." pause "It seems professor, we are not so hopeless after all."
-Fanda-
Present time
Haruno Castle, Queens office
"Albus Dumbledore?" Sakura,so deep in her thought did not notice that she was no longer alone, jumped a little. The man notices this and smirked.
"It would seem the Uchiha clan would need a reminder to teach its children not to eavesdrop." Sakura snapped at the intruder.
"Forgive me Domina, I never meant to eavesdrop but I cannot help but notice that you seem to be troubled?" the intruder started. "Would it be rude of me to ask her Majesty to tell just what is troubling you?" the intruder then smirked, knowing that his Domina would not be able to stay angry with him.
"Always the smooth talker huh, Sasuke?" Sakura sigh in defeat.
"Only for you Domina." Sasuke said with his infamous smirk in place. "So who is this Dumbledore guy? Not another marriage proposal, I hope." Sasuke said, trying his best to sound nonchalant when indirectly talking about Sakura's duty to find a husband soon. Even though Sasuke is five years older than Sakura, ever since he saw her dueling and defeating his older brother, Itachi, Sasuke had harbored secret amorous feelings for the magnificent Queen. Unfortunately, Sakura's father, the previous king before dying had made a law that stated that the current leader of the nation can't marry any of the heirs or clan head. The purpose of this law is unknown though the close advisors of the former king said that the law was made on a whim after the king witnessed his 1 year old daughter being professed by three clan heirs as their significant half.
"Stupid overprotective king." Sasuke thought to himself
"Albus Dumbledore seems to be the Headmaster of a school in England known as Hogwarts school of Magic" Sakura said, sitting in her chair. "And no, I do not believe it is another marriage proposal."
Opening the letter, Sakura read the content. The letter was not really long, actually it contains only three sentences and these three sentences absolutely make no sense. Any sensible person might think this was just a prank but Sakura can't help but notice the words on the bottom. Will of Fire
"Now that is interesting" Sakura said to herself. The words will of fire, especially written at the bottom part of your letter has a significant meaning. It would mean that this person wants to hire a Shinobi, a wizard or witch that is a master of his or her own field that are usually requested for silent killing.
Sasuke watched as Sakura's expression changed from that confusion to curiosity. "-sigh-She really need to stop looking so damn cute" Sasuke muttered to himself.
"I wonder…" Taking her wand out, Sakura pointed it to the letter and muttered "Revalio." Suddenly the gibberish words in the letter rearranged itself.
"Hiruzen,
Forgive me if I was not able to get in touch with you until now as you had warned me that I should only contact you when it is only absolutely necessary. My friend, though I do not want to do this but I am afraid that you are my only hope and I would like to ask for the "debt" you owed.
Your friend,
Albus"
"Debt? Great Grandfather has a Debt to someone?"
Now Sasuke is Curious, watching Sakura's expression turn from triumph into bewilderment.
"So what does it say?" Sasuke asked, taking few, long strides to reach the Queen. Sakura sighing to herself, gave Sasuke the letter and look at the window. Sasuke reading the letter soon understand the reason of Sakura's bewilderment.
"Hiruzen? As in the King Haruno, Hiruzen?" Sasuke clarified. With a stiff nod, Sakura confirmed Sasuke's suspicion.
"What do you think of the content?"
Letting a long whistle, Sasuke then smirked.
"Didn't know there's still exists someone that old."
Sakura groaned to herself. "Of all the -", "SASUKE"
Chuckling to himself, Sasuke then turned serious.
"Domina, you do not really have the obligation to pay the deceased King Hiruzen. As the King is already dead, his debt should also be buried in his grave." Sasuke said, his face void of any emotion.
"I see" Sakura said contemplatively, then standing up and walking towards the door.
"What do you want to do Domina?" Sasuke asked. Sakura stopped by the door and smirked.
"You should rest Sasuke since you're going to have a busy day tomorrow"
"What do you mean Domina? I already finished all my -" Sasuke stopped and realized what Sakura meant. "You're not-"
"Yes, I am." Sakura said smirking. "And you're going to finish all my paperwork". Sakura's smirk turned into a full blown smile by seeing Sasuke's mouth slightly ajar and his eyes slightly widening. Sakura not wanting to be there when Sasuke explodes, did the only sensible thing, she run.
"3…2….1"
"DOMINA!"
Sakura's Laughter can be heared on the castles hallway.
"Scotland here I come" Sakura excitedly thought to herself.
