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Chapter Three; the Burrow

I will be the one that's gonna hold you
I will be the one that you run to
My love is
A burning, consuming fire; Whispers in the Dark—Skillet

"Up, up, up, Onee-chan!" A familiar voice cried out and her bed was jumping up and down. No, wait, that was the overly hyper Hanabi Hyuuga jumping up and down on her older sister's bed. Now, she being her younger sister, should have known about Hinata Hyuuga's low blood pressure. Well, it's too late for her now. As soon as the older female Hyuuga was in the sitting position, Hanabi ran out with several sharp kunai on her tail. Though that didn't stop the broad grin on her face before peeking back in, only to have a small scratch appear on her face as well as a kunai on the wall behind her.

"Hanabi…." Hinata groaned in a zombie-like state, "get out!"

Hanabi didn't need to be told twice, though she did love to annoy her dearest sister. She simply went back to toying with her wand and her spell book that Dumbledore had bought them. He told them that they were to receive and owl today. Depending how much money each of them had, which they had a lot each, and if they wanted to spend it. From what Hanabi read, which wasn't much since her patience was incredibly short, was that owls were a form of mail transportation. She knew that she was just going to send Konohamaru and Mochi mail just to deliver the owl droppings. Mochi hates birds. A conspiratress snicker escapes her lips as she twirled her wand around between her fingers.

As the sparks flew from the end of her wand, and a vase near the window shattered. Water spread everywhere around and soaked up in the already rotting wood. She was so shocked, she didn't even realize the small pieces of glass that shot out and scratched against her bare arms. The shock was quickly replaced with glee as she began to flip through the spell book that she held to herself. Reparo.

The word repeated several times in her mind before she felt good enough for it to be on her tongue, "Reparo." Her wand pointed at the broken glass, her byakugan on as she controlled the chakra flow from her wand. Though the result wasn't what she wanted. The glass put itself back together in the form of the vase, but once she lost concentration, it fell back apart. So, she ended up what she did most, she pouted. Her eyebrows pulled together as she stared at the glass and water on the ground. This was probably why they were being sent off to some freak school, she thought bitterly.

"Hanabi-chan?" Hinata's now calm voice floated through the air and Hanabi stiffened, "I heard something break, are you alright?"

"Er, Yeah, I'm fine!" Hanabi lied as Hinata entered the room with her eyebrows meeting her hairline, her eyes wide. Then, she sighed and shook her head.

"What?" Hanabi demanded.

"You've already broken something."

"'Already'? It's as if you anticipated that I would break something." Hanabi snapped with her arms crossed over her chest and Hinata gives a sheepish smile.

"Well, you do tend to break things."

Hanabi shoots a glare at her elder sister before muttering profanity under her breath that makes Hinata turn a healthy shade of pink before shuffling out the door. Hanabi smiled triumphantly before looking back at the glass and water, contemplating whether she should clean it up or not. She shrugs and runs out of the room with one thought on her mind: The maid'll get it.

Neji Hyuuga sat in his bedroom twirling a kunai around his index finger, a bored expression gracing his face as he stared off—blankly. What he was feeling right now he couldn't quite name, though there was certainly an odd feeling emptiness. He didn't understand why he was feeling it at all. The brash and bright TenTen that he, oddly, missed whenever they fought. The strands of hair that would come loose and he would gently tuck behind her ear. That angry flush that would come to her cheeks when she lost a spar with him and that demand for a rematch. The little touches the two shared and glances that were caught. Yes, it was true, TenTen was Neji Hyuuga's girlfriend to a certain extent. It's not anyone actually noticed it. Only the people who watched them practice constantly would see and feel the intensity and heat of those sessions.

He sighed and stared off for a moment, he really did miss both of them—though he'd never admit it. A loud crash alerted his senses and he jumped up and walked smoothly to Hanabi's room. Every time it was from her room, be it that she was testing new jutsu or just plain bored. It was one of the reasons Hiashi was hesitant to get her anything that was breakable, because it wasn't questionable whether she was going to break it or not.

He caught Hanabi just as she was exiting out of her room with shady eyes.

"What'd you break now, Hanabi-sama?" He asked in smooth Japanese.

"Why is it that you always assume that I'm the one who does it?" She snapped back just as smoothly, "How do you know I broke something?"

He simply raised his eyebrows at this and crossed his arms over his chest. "So you didn't break anything?"

Her cheeks flushed pink, "No!"

"Alright, then," He sighed, "let me see your room."

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's my room," She said defiantly with an upturned nose.

Before Neji could intervene, Hinata walked up to them with a large barn owl on her forearm—one of its legs was sticking out. A letter was attached. They quieted as Hinata untied the letter with deft fingers and read it aloud.

"Dear Children,

I have a close friend of mine to pick you up, he has children as well. Hopefully you may make friends. You are to stay with him until next week. That is when you will go to Hogwarts. I hope you are enjoying your stay.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore"

His signature was flourished in large, loopy, handwriting.

They all exchanged a look. How long, exactly, were they going to be passed around like a hot potato? Were Hyuuga children a form of bad luck, or something?

Hanabi rolled her eyes, "Oh joy, we get to move, again."

"It wasn't like we weren't going to move in the first place," Hinata spoke up softly.

"I know, but I didn't think it would be so soon," Hanabi huffed, "we don't need a babysitter."

"We don't," Neji said gesturing to himself and Hinata, "you do since you still break things habitually."

Hanabi gave them an overdramatic look of betrayal before storming into her room with a grumble that sounded roughly like: 'Mhhg'nnapckm'stif.'

Hinata looked at Neji and shrugged before walking back to her room, she hadn't unpacked any of her things to begin with. She put her clean things back into the trunk and washed the dirty things before putting them back. The place didn't have any places where they could do it manually and they didn't have 'washing machines' or 'dryers', but they managed to get it done faster than she could have. The things magic could do. A sigh escaped her lips as she folded the newly cleaned clothes that lay neatly on her bed into her trunk. It was truly an odd experience. Especially living here. It was a ratty old place and she didn't enjoy the thought of the ceiling caving in on her.

So, she was actually thanking Kami and Amaterasu that they got out as quickly as they did.

Neji simply stood and stared at the letter (the owl was already gone) the mailing system here worked a lot like the one they used in Konohagakure. They delivered by animals as well. The brief thought of contacting TenTen, Lee, or Gai ran through his mind and he dismissed it immediately. If he wanted to stay away from them, he would need a clean cut. Though he severely doubted that he would stay at Hogwarts for seven years straight—that would be maddening.

A man with balding red hair walked through the Leaky Cauldron with a small amount of interest; he was there on business. There were too many people bustling there to even notice he was there, so he just continued up the stairs. He travel robes were excessively worn shade of red. As he moved up he heard several agitated slammed doors ahead of himself. That reminded him that he didn't know which room these children were in. So, he knocked on the nearest door to meet a large pair of lilac, pupiless, eyes. An eerie feeling ran down his spine.

"I'm here to pick up the Hyuuga children, I was hoping you would tell me where their rooms are." The one and only Arthur Weasley asked sheepishly and the girl stared at him for a moment before giving him a small smile of her own.

"My name is Hinata Hyuuga," She said in English, her accent prominent, before pointing to the two doors across from her own, "That one belongs to my sister, Hanabi Hyuuga, and that one belongs to my cousin, Neji Hyuuga, Mr….?"

"Weasley," He quickly filled in, "Arthur Weasley."

"I suppose you are the man who is allowing us to stay at your house?" Hinata inquired and he nodded. She pulled her trunk up to the door, "Ready whenever you are, I'll tell Nii-san and Hanabi-chan that our supervisor is here."

The only reaction that could describe Mr. Weasley's was blatant shock. He didn't expect children from Japan to have a polite and large vocabulary. He also felt a little angry, she carried herself like nobility and acted as though it was a part of her daily life. Which it probably was, being from such an ancient, pure blood family would do that to you. He pursed his lips and squared his shoulders before letting it go. She seemed like a sweet girl, but he couldn't be sure.

A different young girl stumbled out, with a somewhat normal hairstyle compared to her older sisters and the same eyes. She stared at him for a minute with obvious defiance. "Weasley-san?"

He raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, go-sorry," She quickly corrected herself, "Mr. Weasley?"

"Yes," He said giving her a small smile, "Miss Hanabi Hyuuga?"

She nodded, a little uncomfortable by her first name being said before her surname.

"What's Hogwarts like?" She blurted out with wide, curious eyes—there was also a little shame there, for not being able to control the impulse.

He gave her an odd stare, "Haven't you been to that Japanese school—ah, Karaburka academy?"

"Karakura," She corrected absentmindedly, "No, I'm 11, I haven't been to any magic school and I've heard Hogwarts is different from Karakura."

His eyes widened, "Really?"

She nodded again, "So, what's it like?"

"Well, Hogwarts has four houses Gryffindor"—he drew himself up proudly—", my entire family has been in Gryffindor, then there's RavenClaw, then HufflePuff, then Slytherin. It's a truly amazing school. There are ghosts everywhere"—her eyes widened—"and so many rooms. Many different corridors and rooms, it's very easy to get lost. Ah, and the Great Hall, it's beautiful. It's ceiling is enchanted to show the night sky above. Then there's the house cup, for the house that receives the most points, and Quiditch—such a wonderful game. Did you know that three of my kids play?" Mr Weasley said, joyfully reminiscing in the memories of his years at Hogwarts.

"Er, what is Quiditch?" Hanabi asked, trying to be casual.

He stared at her again, "You don't know what Quiditch is?"

"Ah," She said, "my father wouldn't let us do much, Hinata-Nee-chan and I were sheltered, as well as Neji-Nii-san."

"Oh, well, Quiditch..." He said trying to think of how to explain it, "well, Quiditch is hard to explain. I'm sure you'll find someone at Hogwarts to help you."

She nodded, before she was able to ask another question, Neji came out with a brush running through his hair. Mr. Weasley had to do a double take to make sure Neji was a boy.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley," Neji said, hardly an accent trailed his words, "I suppose you're our guardian?"

"Yes," He coughed as Hinata came out, carrying all three bags. She seemed a little strained beneath them, but there was still a small smile on her face. "Ah, Hinata, do you need help with those?"

A blush rose to her cheeks immediately, she wasn't used to being addressed in such a familiar way, "Ah, n-no, Mr. Weasley, I-I-I can handle it."

As soon as she said this, she picked up one of the bags and pulled it up onto her shoulders by the straps. She slings the other bags onto each of her shoulders and didn't stagger under the weight, as if she was used to it. He gave her an odd look, almost immediately regretting the first thoughts about her. Though she still acted as though she was nobility, even with the extra weight on her shoulders. Hanging out with the Weasleys would change that indefinitely.

"Allow me," Mr. Weasley said, pulling out his wand and murmuring something inaudible under his breath. The suitcases she carried floated gently off her back and her spine straightened. She gave him a smile that would have melted an iceberg (1) and he was wrapped around her finger.

"Thank you, Mr. Weasley," She said with a polite bow.

He sputtered, "Y-you're welcome."

Neji and Hanabi exchanged a look and Hanabi smirked. They knew exactly what that was.

"We-well," Mr. Weasley stuttered as he pulled an old looking shoe from his front pocket. "Each of you need to put a finger on this."

Neji wrinkled his nose before setting his hand on the shoe, his long, piano like fingers, Hanabi and Hinata did the same. Only minutes later, they were pulled—swinging wildly. They came to a stop; Neji stood completely still, his eyes a little dazed, Hanabi stumbled a little, her hands grasping her head to try and hold herself from becoming too dizzy, Hinata, however, fell to the side and gracefully twisted her ankle to keep herself up. Mr. Weasley stood there in slight awe. These kids didn't even flinch at that. Then they turned to face the house, "This is my house."

Neji stared at it for a moment and Hinata was the first one to take a few hesitant steps forward, her hands gripping the suitcases as she lugged them up onto her shoulders.

"Hinata, please let me help you," Mr. Weasley said immediately, rushing towards her with concern.

She gave him a warm, petrifying smile, "I'm fine, Mr. Weasley."

He froze and a rounded woman burst out of the house with an apron on. A wide, cheery smile graced her lips, "Are these the Hyuuga children, Arthur?"

Neji, Hinata, and Hanabi all turned to face the woman with curious eyes. They were used to being addressed by their last name, so it wasn't that uncomfortable.

"Ah, Molly," Mr. Weasley said, gaining back his nerve, "This is Neji,"—he gestured towards the long-haired boy—"Hinata,"—he gestured towards the inky haired girl with an odd hair cut—"and Hanabi." He raised his hand to the youngest girl, who was debating on a facial expression. The burrow just looked so strange to her. "Neji, Hinata, Hanabi, This is my wife, Molly Weasley."

As if on cue, all three of them bowed politely and a flush of pleasure curled on Mrs. Weasley's cheeks. "Oh, there's no need for that, children. Come inside, let me show you to where you'll be sleeping."

They filed into the house with their bags floating behind them. Their eyes searching, observing everything they could catch in their gaze. It was simply strange. The way the clock was, with more than two hands, the way the knife cut vegetables and how they moved to a bowl without the assistance of hands. It was simply mind boggling.

"Ne, Mrs. Weasley," Hanabi said, her English was still a little rusty, "how—I mean, this is just a little…strange."

"Hmm?" The older woman turned with a raised eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"Usually we have to cut veggies with our own hands and the clocks only have two hands."

"You cut vegetables with your hands?" Mr. Weasley asked, excited.

"No," Neji intervened, pinching the bridge of his nose, "we use knives like civilized people, we just don't use magic."

"So you say," Hanabi said mischievously lacing her fingers behind her back and walking deeper into the house crookedly.

"Hanabi-sama!" He hissed in Japanese.

"Wha-at?" She drawled out with a look of feigned innocence. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Yet," He corrected under his breath, "You haven't done anything wrong yet."

She was about to retaliate when Hinata stood between the two with a blank look in her eyes.

"Do not fight in our host's house," She said calmly, but it felt as though poison seeped out of her words. The two immediately went silent just as Hinata looked up at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's faces sheepishly. "S-so, where do we sleep?"

Mrs. Weasley blinked a couple times before smiling, Hinata definitely had this under control. "My daughter will show you the way to the room where you'll be sleeping. GINNY!"

Hanabi blinked a couple times, "Wait, your name's Weasley?"

Mr. Weasley looked at her and nodded.

"Oh—"

"Hanabi?" the youngest Weasley asked as she made her way down the stairs, "What're you doing here?"

"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley scolded, "That's rude. These are our guests."

"I met her while we were in Madame Malkins," Ginny said defensively, "she was being fitted right next to me!"

"Alright," Mrs. Weasley waved it off, a little flustered, "please show Hinata and Hanabi to Percy's old room."

"Right, right," Ginny said breezily, motioning for Hanabi and Hinata to follow her, "Follow me, his room's right next to mine."

Neji stood there, waiting to be instructed to do something. He turned his gaze to Mrs. Weasley after a couple moments. He was clearly annoyed and he could feel the holes bored her head. She hesitantly turned to face him, "Er, Neji, allow me to show you to Ron's room. He's doing chores right now."

He nodded without a word and followed her up the stairs until they reached a room with RONALD printed in gold letters, he was eerily reminded of Ollivander's. "Well, this is his room," She said, opening the door so he could see a pair of twin beds, "you'll be sleeping in this one." She pointed at the one to the right and closest to the wall. It was a small enough room with only one. Even for him, though he wouldn't admit it, it made him just a bit claustrophobic. There was also the thing where he wouldn't admit to any sort of phobias, he didn't need to give Hanabi any ammunition to tease him with. She was already a bother.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."

She nodded and walked out of the room, a little sweat forming on her neck. It was as though tension followed that poor boy around. As soon as the door closed behind her she let out a sigh of relief. Like a weight had lifted from her shoulders.

"Mum, I'm going to take a shower!" One of two identical voices called out, both red haired twins rushed up the stairs.

"Alright," Mrs. Weasley said, "make sure to knock first!"

"Knock first?" one of them, assumed as Fred, asked, "Why should I knock?"

The one assumed as George shrugged and opened the door, both stood there with identical, shell-shocked expressions. There stood a girl they had never seen before, looking only a few years younger than the two, with a towel wrapped around her torso. Black hair, with a blue hue, was cut choppily and clung to porcelain white skin, beads of water ran down her skin and opaque, wide eyes stared at the two—clearly alarmed. Despite that, they couldn't help but notice her large, bust. The only thing that really surprised them was that she didn't scream bloody murder. Instead, she resolved to just slam the door shut in their faces and hastily try to lock a clearly broken lock.

"What was—"

"that?" Fred finished off for his twin, a dazed expression on his face. Despite being fairly good looking, neither of them had seen a naked girl. They had slightly more dignity than that, and the woman in bikinis they saw had absolutely nothing on what they just saw. Innocence practically screamed off the girl, not to mention finding a naked girl wrapped in a towel in your bathroom…that didn't need much explanation. Only, in their fantasies, they found their fantasy girl trying to seduce them—not looking like they were about to hyperventilate.

They couldn't think of it much longer since there were holes burning in the back of their heads. They turned around for a moment with eyebrows pulled together to face the angry glare of a boy who seemed to be about their age with long, brown hair and angry white eyes. The boy murmured something under his breath in Japanese before rudely pushing both to the side harshly with simple taps of his hands. But damn it hurt! Both shot sour looks at the boy as he knocked on the door, a set of folded clothes in his hand.

"Hinata-sama," He said through the crack in the door before shoving the clothes through, apparently she snatched them up because his hand jerked out just as fast. He walked a few steps before stopping to look at Fred and George, who stood there trying to look indifferent.

"I will gouge your eyes out if you ever peep on Hinata-sama again," he said monotonously before continuing onto his room.

Despite the threat, once the door clicked closed, the two resisted opening the door again to see if the boy would actually come through with his threat. Then again, the boy scared the living shit out of them now. So…they weren't going to test it.

"Ne, Nee-san," a different feminine voice called out, "are you done with the shower?"

Then came out a young girl, about 11, with a towel and night clothes draped over her arm. Her eyes were the same as the boy and the pretty girl, except her hair was more like the boy's except she had bangs. She looked both of them over before giving them a smirk, "Ne, so you're the peeping toms?"

"I suppose," Fred said with a shrug, "all I wanted was a shower."

"Well, ya gotta wait in line," the younger girl snapped, gesturing to the towel and clothes.

"You sure you want—"

"this to—"

"hug you?" Fred finished off again with an eyebrow raised.

"Are you sure you don't want me to knock you out?" She threatened with her eyebrows raised and her hand cocked up on her hip.

"You know," Fred started off.

"We're not going to take you—"

"Up on—"

"That." George said with his hands in front of him, then he set one hand out in for her to shake. "George Weasley."

"Fred Weasley," the other introduced.

"Hanabi Hyuuga." She said, shaking both of their hands then looking at the bathroom door. "Ne, looks like she's done, see you two 'round."

She pushed through them and into the bathroom before slamming the door behind her, the door to Percy's old room closed with a gentle click. Simultaneously, they looked from Percy's door to the bathroom door and then shrugged. Then, they knew where they could find the answer.

"Mum!"

Then they rushed down the stairs.

The air seemed to lift only slightly and the clouds bunched together—signaling rain. That didn't stop Neji and Hinata Hyuuga from sparring. All reigns off—claws out and teeth barred—byakugan activated. Close combat suited the two most, even when they looked as though they were simply jumping around the grassy field that the Weasleys used for Quiditch. Ginny, Fred, George, and Ron were all sitting on the side lines watching with somewhat interest. Hanabi Hyuuga was throwing kunai at a tree, trying to perfect her aim—even though it was already meticulously perfect. A line knitted between her eyebrows and she kept doing it, every time she did it flicked the kunai that was already dug into the bark off of the tree to take its place. But it wasn't enough. It had to be precisely in the middle of that damnable dot.

She pursed her lips and continued until her hands were bruised.

She glanced to the side to see her sister and cousin still at it, both were seined with sweat and slightly torn clothing. Luckily it was just training clothes, so they didn't have much to worry about. She threw another kunai at the tree and her eyes narrowed at it—the thing was slightly crooked. So, she resolved herself to sitting down cross-legged. Her elbows propped up on her knees and her fists holding her head up. She kept her gaze on Hinata and Neji, it looked as though they were dancing. Except when they hit each other, when that happened, they seemed to rebound with unrestrained power and magnificence. A sigh of relish escaped Hanabi's lips, how she wished she could fight with such grace.

She knew one thing for sure: Her older sister was the epitome of grace. Every movement her sister made seemed to be choreographed perfectly to make her look incredibly beautiful and fluid. Ever since Hinata learned how to mask her chakra, she has been able to get anywhere without the slightest sound. And Neji—Neji was simply an ice prince. He attracted attention with his effective cold shoulder and princess-y looks. She snorted at that thought and twisted a lock of brown hair around her finger as she watched. He landed a hit and Hinata dove down, swinging her leg out in a full circle. He dodged and she jumped back up and around him getting him in the back.

A smirk twisted Hanabi's lips, her nee-san was getting better. Then, a familiar presence came towards her—one of the Weasleys. Whoever it was sat down next to her, his freckled hands holding him up from behind.

"I don't get it," the person said and she turned to look at Ron Weasley with an eyebrow arched, "How are they fighting? It doesn't look like they're hurting each other very much."

"It's called the Gentle Fist, it's not supposed to look like it hurts."

"But it just looks like they're pushing each other."

"It attacks internally," Hanabi said pushing her index finger against the palm of her other hand—as if it would help explain. "But I doubt they're going to hurt each other very much, this is just sparring."

"If this is sparring, I'd hate to be in the middle of it when you actually fight."

Hanabi snorted laughter at him and smirked, "Ne, how's he as a roommate?"

"Lousy," Ron responded, "He doesn't talk and when he does, he makes me feel like an idiot. Sometimes he'll just glare, it's crazy!"

"Yeah, imagine living with him for most of your life."

Ron shuddered and placed a hand on her shoulder, "I'm so sorry."

"Ne, you get used to it," She said with a snicker and shrug. Memory suddenly struck her again and she turned her head sharply at Ron, "What's Quiditch?"

He blinked, surprised by her sudden change in subject, "You don't know what Quiditch is?"

"Yes, that's exactly why I'm asking what it is." Hanabi said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. He scowled good-naturedly at her before launching into a long and detailed explanation about Quiditch, complete with hand gestures and dramatic exclamations about the Chuddley Canons. Her mind reeled with everything he was telling her: four balls—the snitch, two bludgers, and a quaffle—seven players—the seeker, the keeper, two beaters, and three chasers—then about everything they did, a few of the possible penalties. She was absolutely spinning when he was done with it all, they were also walking up on the porch to the burrow. It was almost time to eat lunch—Neji and Hinata needed to take a shower. Hopefully another last week incident wouldn't happen again, after all, Neji left Fred and George mentally traumatized. Even though it was quite amusing.

"Sugoi…" She murmured in awe, her hands clasped behind her back. "I wish I could play."

"Oh, you can," Ron said, starting to sound like a salesman, "they have Quiditch teams at Hogwarts for each house."

She punched him in the shoulder lightly and grinned at him, her eyes glittering. "I'm trying out."

"You can try," He teased back, rubbing his arm—not willing to admit that it hurt.

Her grin widened, if anything she loved a challenge.

A/N: Sorry! I said they would be sorted in this chapter! I just wanted them to get to know the Weasley family, and I'm sorry there wasn't very much Hinata in this chapter. I just love writing Hanabi. So many people portray her as such a bitch since she's the next heiress. I think she'd just be brash and sarcastic. And that's why it's so much fun to write about her! That and I also picture her to be a perfectionist.

(1) I give this to Philyra's Bleach fanfiction Come Fly with Me, I totally recommend it!!! It involves ballroom dancing, canon and crack Bleach couples! It deserves your readership—this is also stolen from Philyra-senpai.

Please review! I swear, I'll get the next chapter out soon!