Once again I own nothing, but my imagination. Everything is own by J.K Rowling and Kishi...

Chapter 3

I know I haven't even finished my other story (ies) and I'm starting this one, but like I said there needs to be more Haku/harry/Zabuza love! Anyways hope you enjoy...

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Regulus and Harry trained, but it wasn't enough and soon the mark burned and Regulus was called by the Dark Lord. However, using Kreacher the house-elf who Haku surprisingly got along with like that didn't sit well with neither of them so Regulus gave Kreacher his final task.

"Bring me to the cave." Regulus then turned to Harry with a silent vocal plea. The boy nodded and followed his master and the house-elf. Once at the cave Regulus took out a locket and placed the letter inside handling it to Kreacher.

"Kreacher I Regulus Black and tool Harry Potter are dead. If you ever see us again our names will be forever changed now, take the locket and run also don't say a word of this."

Kreacher nodded and took the fake while Regulus drank the potion then looked once over at the boy who was his tool. Regulus was soon pulled into the waters by the inferi who were mindless corpses. Kreacher turned to run, but he heard the soft spoken voice of the boy.

"He will live nothing will stop master from doing so."

With that Kreacher's tears fell and he felt that the boy wasn't going to be anything, but his master's tool and the wizarding worlds hero who defeated Lord Voldemort was truly no more. As he reached the Black's home he silently said words that he thought he would never say, "Thank you Haku."

Yes, he knew the name well and he knew with his previous thoughts that his assumption was right on the money. Unfortunately, the Black family once news finally sinks in it will never be the same.

The inferi surrounded him on all sides planning on sending him farther into the depths of the waters. As they pulled him, his breathing was becoming labored and trapped as his body succumbed, but black long locks as long and beautiful as a birds wing, once brown now emerald eyes that putted rubies and other gems to shame looked at him with love and pure loyalty, the smile illuminatingly beautiful and he could see the beauty in the person's being even with the scar on the forehead. The kimono just amplified that beauty. It was Haku.

How could he let these mindless drones take him down? Wasn't he the demon not them and how dare they take the form of what was a true angel? Even if the boy wasn't all that innocent they had no right. No right at all! It was sick, it was disgusting, it was maddening, it was…was inhumane!

With an inhuman growl and a crazed look he swung and grabbed hold of one of them sending them down head first. He continued as he swam backwards, he had an angel waiting for him at the top and he be damned if he doesn't see his smiling face before he perishes.

These things don't give up! Instead of continuing to swim backwards he ventured and started to swim back to the shore were he left a waiting Haku. Meanwhile Haku was waiting patiently with some emotion of hope in his features as he stood watching the waters for his master. A deep breath was heard and Haku smiled already by the waters side ready to reach for the person who gladly took it however, the damn drones weren't having it and neither was Haku.

Regulus with one good hand got on shore. He could hear Haku's voice change into one he heard rarely, an eerie coldness that currently made the coldest place on earth seem like the warmest place.

"You filthy creatures will never touch my master nor anyone else again," and walked over to his master helping him. "Are you alright now, Lord Zabuza?"

A few minutes of silence before Regulus stood and Harry followed. They were soon out the cave and once out Regulus and Harry disappeared on the other island and landed with a crack.

"Never use apparition again," Regulus said and he placed an arm around the agreeing boy's shoulders; "Let's go Haku to where it all began."

Japan is where they went for four years. The nation was one with the once four hidden nations that were separated, but now ninjas or shinobi were only used for military and were living on the outskirts of major cities that were populated with civilians. They stayed in the village where it all began for them in their previous life, it was growing and hardly any ninjas lived there, but that was mistaken when they entered in the organization. The organization that was forged with other ninja nations and consisted of hundreds of different group's: fire, earth, wind, and water respectively. Regulus showed exceptional skill as well as Harry and one the five chiefs issued a test to be held and if they passed Regulus would be known as the 'Demon of the shinobi villages' and Harry would be known as the 'Demon's right hand or the Tamer' whichever people referred to call him.

They passed. "Never in a thousand years..." One of the five chiefs uttered. He was broad shouldered, and had a messy light brown mane of hair.

"Yes, since the time of our ancestors." The other who was also male said, he had flaming red –hair, but was a foot shorter than the other male.

"The third chief nodded. He was man of his forties. "It was centuries ago that we last saw the Demon of the Bloody Mist and I present to you..." He said un-wrapping the fabric revealing a cleaver. "This sword was used so long ago. Along with the other weapons of the seven swordsmen, but only one can truly wield and release their true strength ..." He handed Regulus the cleaver with a smile of a proud grandfather.

"Indeed you have earned the right among our nations and we honor our ancestor's traditions." The fifth chief said as she handed out two Kirigakure headbands. She was in her early thirties and had purple hair and pale eyes.

Although the villagers were one, they had the difference to tell which ninja they were such as fire country the leaf headband and so forth.

While the chiefs were with Regulus who was now proclaimed the new 'Demon' the fourth chief who was shorter than the other four and had grey hair, looked at Harry as he studied the boy with care. Through with congratulations the others as well as Regulus turned toward the two. He spoke in a fond kind old voice. "Ha-ha..." Innocent laugher from the elder chief's mouth. "Purer than anyone here yes, indeed the 'Tamer' you will be. With your knowledge and skills you have performed you deserve the mask..."

He smiled and handed Harry the hunter mask of Kirigakure and the same headband as Regulus.

"Congratulations brats, now, get out and go finish with your travels." The woman said with a grin. With a nod of gratitude the two shinobi who were in a former life missing-ninjas left Japan with similar goals destroy Voldemort and reclaim the wizarding world to order.

When they left, "You think it was wise to give them a second chance?"

"It was," The woman answered as she had a longing look. The elder chief placed a hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

"It was the right choice our ancestors would have done the same if they lived through their previous life battle." The woman nodded, but didn't answer it was too much. Too much because the ones that were meant to come back in a new life refused it and protected the nations, as they kept the tailed-beast locked up for good and no sacrifice was needed. Those powerful shinobi were the last of their clans: them being the Senju, Uzumaki and Uchiha clans the others being any other clan that had the same fate as theirs. It was the only reason … the only reason why the combined ninja nations lived by traditions it was a way to keep the ninja alive.

"Good luck, Zabuza Momoichi and Haku."

Haku and Zabuza who longed given up their birth names since they died in the cave moved on and traveled to China were they lived for two in half years. Learning the chi way of fighting, funny enough it was similar to the Hyuga way of fighting except it required no Byakugan eye (White eye).

Haku never one to wear male's clothing because he found women's clothing comfortable and it helped in the shinobi world. He brought several kimonos and wore a turtle neck not the exact, but similar to what he wore Zabuza changed his wizarding clothes for something more comfortable as well. You could say it was more to their style and Zabuza held the cleaver on his back while Haku had his needles hidden with their chosen attire as they took on assassination jobs and move from place to place never staying long.

Number 4, Privet Drive was a clean neighborhood and the Dursley's, a family that was normal in every sense of the word never bothered to tell anyone of that night. The night the boy went missing and never was found. They acted as though the boy never lived there in the first place, but when owls started to appear they immediately packed and headed to an island far, far away from England. However, a giant named Hagrid found them, but no Harry?

When Dumbledore found out he practically threw his desk and nearly almost hex anyone who said something he didn't like. Why? Because he didn't have Harry Potter; Wait! There was a way it didn't matter he smiled and attached a Hogwarts letter to an owl.

With a pleasant smile he went back to his office and waited.

The owl indeed reached Haku and his companion. However, its wing received damaged (courtesy of a senbon) and that's when Haku noticed the letter. "Zabuza –san..?"

Zabuza took the letter and read it even if the words were foreign somewhat he could still remember bits and pieces. He handed the letter to his companion. "Haku this is yours it's up to you."

Haku thought about it from what Zabuza told him when they were staying in the Black estate he had certain responsibilities, responsibilities that he could care less about, but his precious person had a score to settle there and he would go only to be used as his master's tool.

"Zabuza-san is that person ..."He was referring to his dreams that he used to have as he paused to fix the owl's wing." Alive and in power or..?"

Zabuza looked at his mark that he used as a tattoo. He looked back at his companion. "No he's not." It was quite surprising really that his mark didn't bother him; he figured it was like Haku's scar in a way so he never considered it. "So what you want to do Haku? Go now or later?"

Haku smiled as his head titled, "We still have plenty of time and we can always go when the Dark Lord is in power so..."

Zabuza laughed jauntily. "Let's go then we have a few more assignments to complete."

"Of course," Haku said placing the letter in a scroll before following Zabuza. The owl that was previously tended by Haku disappeared in smoke and wasn't seen again.

Hope I didn't confuse anyone in this chap! Lolz. I tend to do sometimes. Heh. Anyways….until next chap, I'm out!