AN: I'm ALIVE!! Sorry for not updating any of my stories, but life had been really busy for me. Also, I had to write this chapter three times before I was satisfied with it. I hope you'll enjoy it. R&R!

A tense silence fell over the room as one of the men, the greasy one, pushed his stick into his throat

A tense silence fell over the room as one of the men, the greasy one, pushed his stick into his throat. Why did he always act before thinking? He took a step backwards causing the owner of the tick to sneer at him and come closer. Strangely, the old man with twinkling blue eyes just watched him with interest, almost as if he were examining his mind –his memories.

But, that's not possible is it?

Seeing something in him, the man called off the other two people who, Jiraiya would later learn, were Severus Snape and Remus Lupin. The tired looking man, who had come in only moments before Jiraiya initiated his jutsu, lowered his wand as Snape pressed his wand against Jiraiya's neck for the last time before following suite. Jiraiya warily rubbed his throat as he watched Snape. Cold, black eyes stared back at him.

After a few moments of the three men muttering, arguing was more like it, the nurse from before came back holding a vile with something bluish inside. There was more talking and the Toad Sannin could only guess what they were saying. The light pouring from the window still hurt his eyes and the stench of disinfectant was twice as strong now, Kakashi would probably kill to get out of the room if he were here. His student's student never liked hospitals, especially since his sense of smell was way above average. Come to think of it, Minato didn't like hospitals very much either. He sighed sombrely as his thoughts went to his student. He died so young…

The old man suddenly nodded and pointed his slender wand at him before saying something. A white light shot of the tip of the stick and, before he could dodge it, hit him in the chest. Once more silence reigned in the room with the exception of the kid from before moaning.

"Did it work, Headmaster?"

Startled that he understood what the nurse had just said, Jiraiya's dark orbs widened.

"What did you do to me?"

His voice was thick with the accent native to his homeland and, though he understood what he just said, the words were unfamiliar to tongue. Sneering, greasy bat answered.

"Dumbledore here, against all better judgment, unfortunately allowed you to be able to understand and speak English. Now, explain what you are doing here."

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable and almost reverting back to his perverted ways, as it was, in a way, a kind of mask he always hid behind to show how he truly felt, he fingered the hole in his clothing.

How am I going to explain this?

Before he could answer, whom he assumed was Dumbledore interrupted them. Snape shot the man a glare that could have killed while Jiraiya gave a relieved look.

"Severus, my boy, we need to introduce ourselves first! After all, he is our guest and we are to be polite to him."

Pulling out a tin from his robes and opening it, the elderly person continued.

"Lemon drop?"

He shook the tin and the yellow coloured sweets rattled inside. Jiraiya stared at the candy with curiosity and mistrust.

What the hell are those?

Deciding they weren't safe to eat, he replied in a guarded tone.

"No thanks."

Dumbledore merely brought the tin closer to him and popped one of the lemon-flavoured treats into his mouth before stuffing the container in the depths of his robes. The blue liquid in the vile the nurse had been holding had disappeared as Jiraiya found himself noticing. He examined the woman and found the colour of her eyes distracting however, the lady definitely wasn't his type.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Severus, you're next."

Wizards? Witches? They don't exist, do they?

Just short of a growl, the dark man reluctantly complied, albeit rather nastily.

"Professor Severus Snape. I hope you aren't a dunderhead like the rest of the people I have to put up with, but, with the way your dressed I wouldn't be surprised if you were one."

Jiraiya scowled at the git and folded his arms across his chest. Shooting Snape a look, Albus apologized for the man and nudged the sick looking man to go next. The teacher gave him a warm smile and held his hand to shake. Jiraiya could only stare and wonder what he was supposed to be doing before he hesitantly brought his own hand up and clasped the other's.

"Remus Lupin, DADA teacher of Hogwarts."

Giving him a smile, the other man stopped shaking his hand and let go. Poppy was the last to introduce herself and told him that in a few days he should be in tip top shape before she bustled around the room. Before he told them just who exactly he was, he got them to explain what a wizard and witch was along with just what their magic was exactly. Afterwards, the Sannin uncertainly introduced himself to the wizards while bowing slightly, as was the custom and hastily told them that he had no clue how he got here. He gave no facts other than his name, he could summon toads, and that he was a Shinobi from a village called Konoha.

"Let me get this straight, you're a Shinobi from Konoha who should be dead but ended up here instead?"

"Hai."

Grinning, much to Snape's horror at his stupidity, Dumbledore asked whether or not he would like to stay at Hogwarts as a seventh year or guard. Jiraiya frowned. Much to his despair and horror, he realised what the Headmaster was implying. He was, as much as he didn't want to admit it, fifty, NOT seventeen, but maybe if everyone thought he was seventeen... His thoughts quickly derailed and headed into more perverted areas.

"Jiraiya…? Jiraiya…? Jiraiya, are you all right? Maybe I should get Poppy…"

Snapping out of his thought, he blushed and rubbed the back of his head nervously. Luckily, he managed to keep a rather questionable grin from forming on is face. He couldn't help, but to wonder though, why were the strange people called 'wizards' trusting him so readily? What were they planning? Sometime when he was unconscious or during the time when he didn't understand their language, they must've been doing something along those lines. Snape, however, wasn't like the other three. Could he trust the rude and unpleasant man?

"Sorry, I got side tracked in my thoughts."

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and beamed at him causing Severus to look grumpier by the minute. Lupin watched the white haired ninja with interest; something about the man gave him the impression that he was a man not to be trifled with. The Shinobi had one of his hands resting on the large scroll with what seemed to be Japanese writing and the other hand seemed to be hovering over a pouch sitting on the nightstand. By all appearances the man look as relaxed as anyone could be, but something told him he wasn't. Snape seemed to be the only other person who noticed this as well. His sharp, calculating eyes were watching Jiraiya's every move, trying to decipher the man's true intentions and whether he was a spy. Something told the ex-Death Eater that Voldemort wasn't going to be 'dead' for much longer.

Jiraiya was studying the wizards just as they were, him. Snape, if he weren't a wizard, could've been an excellent Shinobi if he wanted to, just by his stance and wary nature alone. Dumbledore he wasn't so sure about. He had a powerful aura and something about his presence made you feel he was trustworthy –and he probably was- but, Jiraiya with a Shinobi's untrusting nature, couldn't quite bring himself to believe it. Lupin wouldn't have done well as a Shinobi at all. Already in the short time Jiraiya had been awake, he could read the man's face easily. He was an open book. Something, in the back of his mind, told him that there was more than what meet's the eye with this man.

"Hmmm… will my type of 'magic' work with yours?"

Dumbledore paused for a moment, thinking. Running a hand through his beard and adjusting his slipping glasses, he spoke,

"It should, I see no reason it shouldn't."

Jiraiya scrutinized the Headmaster's face for any sign of lying before turning his gaze to Snape as he figured the snarky man would tell the truth. Snape merely glared at him, his dark eyes narrowing with evident dislike, and gave a small nod that only a trained eye would've caught.

"What would I possibly teach Dumbledore-san? I'm no wizard."