Ch.2 Headaches

A.N. Hi Every body. Aniset here. I'm at my cousins house and I only got one review. You people are horrible.(continues to rant about lack of Reviews for merely the sake of ranting as she knows none of you are really paying attention anyways and have probably already skipped this and are now reading the story)

Gaara: So, what are you in for?

Itachi: I have absolutely no idea.

Me: Blah, blah, blah. You guys are such babies.

Itachi and Gaara: glare

Itachi: First one with her head gets her scythe.

Gaara: Deal.

Me: WAIT A MINUTE! YOU GUYS CAN'T KILL ME! I'M THE AUTHORESS!

Both: Your point?

Me: grins evilly Without me you guys can't exist, so shut up and one of you do the disclaimer.

Itachi: Damn. She doesn't own Naruto, or Harry Potter, or Nyoko. God help us if she did.

Me: HEY!

English: "blah"

Japanise: "blah"

Thinking: 'blah'

Ch.2

"So where is he," Gaara said apprehensively. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were left to wonder who 'Sirise' was. They would soon find out.

CRASH

Annette winced. She had told Cyrise to stay out of sight until called. But then, when had that infernal beast ever listened to a word she said? Gaara was glaring at her because of her stupidity and was vexed from being shaken out of his seat, along with everyone else in this section of the train. Apparently something large had just landed on the roof.

"That dragon is going to get us killed." Annette growled angrily, as she hastily turned off her CD player and thrust it aside. She resisted the urge to smile at the looks she was receiving from the three children still sprawled across the compartments floor. Gaara looked as though he was about to kill the bushy haired, beast child who happened to be clutching a book roughly double the size of his head. It most likely weighed about as much as the girl who had decided to land on the irritable Kazekage.

"D-d-did you say d-dragon?" muttered the flaming be-speckled boy.

"Unfortunately, yes. Or at least what's left of one when I get through with him." Annette said as she walked briskly to the window. She tried unsuccessfully to open it fully, as it would only go half-way down. Sighing in frustration, she grabbed the bar that kept the luggage trapped above the seats, and thrust her body forward, kicking out the window. She let go of the bar and dropped to the floor. She stalked up to the window and gripped the upper frame. Looking to her companion, who was still being squished, she asked, nearly silently in their native language, Japanese, "Are you coming?"

"Yes, if this thing will get off of me," Gaara growled.

Switching back to English, Annette kindly warned the young lady, who appeared to be quite comfortable on top of Gaara she was in danger of loosing her head, and all of that 'lovely' bushy hair.

The young girl quickly scrambled off, and was about to mumble an apology, when Gaara glared at her. It was such a menacing glare that the girl fell silent. He got to his feet gracefully and stalked up to his, dare he say it, 'friend'.

Annette grabbed her bag and swung out the window, only to stare at the face, which was probably five feet long, of a blood red dragon. She smacked him across the nose. He roared in anger at her sudden movement. She in turn grabbed his whiskers and pulled his face back down to her eye level.

"It could just be that my memory has gone bad, but I distinctly remember telling you not make a scene! And you wonder why I don't take you places!" Annette said in a huff, as she placed her bag on the now thoroughly scolded dragons back. Gaara climbed on behind her.

"Now, you ungrateful hatchling, if you follow the tracks, we should be able to find the school."

"Are you ever going to take down that illusion?" Gaara asked Annette as they were flying. "I know your hairs white, you know your hairs white, you know I know your hair is white, so why is your hair blue?"

"So they don't know my hair is white. I know your goal in life is to scare the living daylights out of everyone you meet, but it's not mine. Albinos aren't exactly common. I just want to get this mission over with as fast as possible, so we can leave." Gaara had to agree with her on that. Where they came from children their age were being hired as assassins; not going to some stupid hidden school. Actually, now that he thought about it, wizards and Ninja weren't so different. Ninja were trained physically as well, and also started at a younger age. Both used chakra but in different ways. They had different beliefs though. Ninja knew for a fact that most people could use chakra to do 'magic', while the wizards thought they were special and the only ones. Fools.

"Gaara?" Annette knew he wouldn't answer, but was going to listen. She knew because his face turned from thoughtful-expressionless to listening-expressionless.

Yes, it made perfect sense to her.

"You do realize that we will be living in dorms with the other student until they can get us our own rooms, right?" Annette asked. It had just dawned on her that that meant social interaction. Gaara wasn't very good with that sort of thing.

Gaara wasn't going to answer most likely because he didn't want to think about it. And even if he were, he didn't have a chance to because they had just come to a small village in front of a large sized castle.

The landing was remarkably silent for a fifty feet dragon. As Annette was climbing off and Gaara lowered himself to the ground with his sand, a huge man dropped the lamp he was holding. He looked rather ragged in their opinion. His mouth was hanging open and Annette briefly wondered how many flies he was caching in it. It was probably the dragon, or Gaara's eyes, but either way it was still rude.

"Excuse me, are you going to say something, or just stand there? It makes no difference to me. Let's go." Annette said coldly. Turning to Gaara, her slight glare turned to a slight apologetic look. While she probably didn't have to, she knew that ordering the young Kazekage around wasn't the best idea. "Now, what am I going to do with you," She asked as she turned to face the red beast. She couldn't very well keep him in the school, seeing as he would eat anyone who so much as glanced at her (minus Gaara).

"Is that a Germanian Coliferal Dragon?" Annette swung around, immediately in a defensive position, facing the giant man. She had totally forgotten about him for a moment. He looked awestruck. He was staring wide-eyed at Cyrise.

"Yes he is, and who may I ask are you?" Annette asked politely, relaxing slightly after realizing her mistake. If he didn't attack her while she was off guard, he wasn't likely to do it when her attention was on him. Even so, she had learned that caution was often the best way to proceed. While most would be surprised at this man's large size, she was far too tired to care. She hadn't slept in 49 days. She had about twenty more before she had to sleep, but she was dreading it. Her nightmares often got the better of her. Turning her attention back to the man she realized he was speaking.

"I'm Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Care of Magical Creature's professor at Hogwarts. Where did ya' get one o' those? That bred hasn't been seen in over 200 years." The hairy man, now dubbed Hagrid, asked.

"Unlucky, I guess." Annette muttered as she glared at the oversized puppy dog behind her. "You're employed at Hogwarts?"

"Yep, are you students? I haven't seen you before."

"We're new," Gaara said, impatient as always. He didn't like new people and neither did Annette, but that didn't mean she was going to give up a chance to elbow him. He winced as she took that chance. Oh yeah, she was starting to enjoy this.

"Really, you look a little old to be first years." Hagrid said as he looked over the oddly dressed teens.

"The headmaster requested our presence. I read in our letters that you are only allowed certain pets. I don't recall dragons on that list, so do you have any idea what I could do with Cyrise?" Annette asked. He had said he was Care for Magical Creatures professor. Maybe she could get him to take care of her 'pet'.

"Why, I could take care of him. I've always wanted a Dragon" Hagrid answered exitidly. 'Bingo,' thought Annette 'better him than me.'

"Really, thank you!" Annette said in fake happiness. On the inside her and Gaara were smirking at the poor man. He had no idea what he had just gotten himself into.

(back on the train)

A girl with get black hair in a high ponytail had her head out the window watched as the dragon took off and flew overhead. She closed her sapphire eyes and sighed. She brought her head back in the train and closed it. There were four other people in the compartment. Two were extremely ugly and stupid boys, one tall and lean, the other short and fat. They seemed to be hanging on the every word of a pale blond boy who was screaming about the crash and that it must have been some Potter boy again. 'What an imbecile' she thought to herself, though she would never say that out loud.

The last one was her companion. He has long black hair tied at the gape of his neck. His red eyes with four pupils that were spinning slowly were looking at her asking for some explanation as to why he was woken up. He was trying to resist the growing urge to use his sharingan on the boy called Malfoy.

"Well," he asked the girl as she took her seat next to him. He was now focusing on thinking up as many ways as possible to kill the other boys.

"They left without us, as usual." She answered the older boy as she leaned back and closed her eyes.

"Well, in their defense, non of us knew anyone else was coming." He said diplomatically with a shrug. "Will you shut up!" He said to the still ranting boy.

"Excuse me, do you know who I am?" Said Malfoy

"No, and I really don't care. Either shut up or leave. I don't care which." He said venomously as he glared at the boy.

"You'll be sorry you said that when my father finds out about this." The girl had open her eyes again and was now paying close attention to the quarrel, knowing it was about to end. Milliseconds later a katana was at the boys thought.

"If you don't choose soon you'll be dead before you have a chance to tell him." He was still in a sitting position and his red eyes were spinning quickly.

"Easy, Itachi. He's not worth the time it will take to clean your sword." The girl said, her eyes now silver and Itachi sheathed his katana. Malfoy's eyes were wide with fear.

"What are you?" Malfoy whispered as he shook with horror. He hadn't even seen the boy move.

"I'd suggest you leave. I won't stop him again." The girl said. Her gaze was fixed on him and it clearly said that it was more of an order than a suggestion. Malfoy and his two cronies scampered out of the compartment.

"How civil of you, Nyoko." Itachi said with a smirk to the girl sitting next to him

"I try." She replied, retuning his smirk.

Aniset: There you are. Nyoko is my sister, Kat1132's character from her story running. It's a YYH story and you should read it. I'm thinking of putting the Rekai Tentai in here to so tell me if I should.

Itachi: R&R

Aniset: . What he said.

Gaara: … Weirdo…