A/N: The 4th chapter finally! It's a bit later and shorter than I had wanted but that's how it turned out. I would also like to apologize before hand for any mistakes. I don't have a Beta, or even spellcheck anymore. I hope you like it!

Harry looked around at his new surroundings cautiously, taking in the large trees and overflowing vegitation. Everywhere he looked, he cold see life, and there was an abundance of green. All of the life in the forest glowed so brightly with chakra that it was almost painful to his eye. It was, simply put, beautiful. A soft breeze ruffled his hair, and the music of rustling leaves filled his ears. He could smell moist dirt mingled with the scent of the flowers that covered the forest floor. As he stood still in the clearing he'd arrived in, the wildlife his sudden appearance had startled started to move again, adding the sounds of chirping birds and movement. It was quite calming.

There was a reason he'd followed in Ignotus' footsteps and chosen to appear in the Forest of Death. Not only was it directly inside of a prosperous Hidden Village, but it was also usually avoided by even shinobi due to its many dangers. Therefore, there was nobody around to see him randomly appear out of thin air, and therefore no shinobi would feel the need to apprehend him for infiltrating their village. And while Ignotus had had a hard time with the dangerous animals that inhabited the forest, Harry didn't expect too much trouble, given strange attraction animals seemed to have for him since his escape from Voldemort. Though he found that he liked this forest very much, and made a mental note to return whenever possible.

His theory about the animals of the forest was proven correct even as he stood there, when several small animals began to approach him, nibbling at his shoes and trying to climb up his leg. He crouched for a moment to pet them and play with them, feeling more at ease than he had in a good long while. The land of the shinobi felt so much more full of life than the land he'd left behind, and it wasn't just this forest, though it was particularly impressive compared to the rest of the land. Even what he couldn't see with his eye, he could feel. It seemed that the more he was around chakra and the more learned about, he was more in tune with it, being able to feel it almost as much as he could see it. He'd noticed the same thing with his magic over time as he studied. The wildlife was just as full of chakra as the trees were, and everything seemed supersized.

Giving the rabbit he was currently showering with attention one last stroke, Harry began walking in the direction the village was in, judging by the large number of human chakra signatures was in. As he walked he thought of all the scenarios that he might be met with once he reached his destination. It wouldn't do to arrive unprepared. In fact, such a lack of forethought could cost him his life in a village full of trained ninja.

. . .

It took Harry approximately four hours to reach and exit the walls that surrounded the forest. It took him a further half of an hour to reach the Hokage Tower, which was easily recognizeable due to its detailed description in the journal. His trip through the village had been . . . different. He saw many shinobi walking through the crowds or jumping over the roofs. Everything was very different from what he was used to, from the food and resturaunts, to the abundent weapons shops. It had been quite the culture shock, especially given his recent self-imposed isolation.

He'd also found himself being stared at quite a bit, presumably due to his - what they considered - exotic features. While he had inherited his mother's rather almond-shaped eyes, they couldn't pass as even remotely similar to the predominant Asian-like features the people of this land all seemed to possess. He didn't like being on the receiving end of such attention. It reminded him uncomfortably of being ogled at in the wizarding world, and could be detrimental to his career as a shinobi if it continued. Ninja were supposed to be inconspicuous. Even the people he saw that had fairer hair and eye coloring, and the odd dark skinned person had the same Asian characteristics. They had some very odd colorings as well. He'd even seen one young kunoichi with pink hair arguing with her blond compatriot.

It was disturbingly easy to get in to speak to the Hokage. He simply entered exactly as he was, walked up to one of the chuunins behind a desk and asked for a meeting with the Hokage. He'd been immediately directed by a kind natured chuunin to where he stood now: right in front of the door to the Hokage's office. Sure they hadn't known that he was an intruder, but he hadn't expected the process of getting an appointment with an esteemed village's leader to be so . . . simple. Pushing down his growing sense of trepidation, Harry raised his right hand to knock on the door. He heard a harsh female voice bid him to enter after a few seconds, and, reinforcing his Occlumency sheilds, opened the door and stepped into the office.

He was met with the sight of a busty blond woman with long blond hair in pigtails at the base of her neck and a purple, diamond shaped marking on her forhead. She was sitting behind a desk that was overflowing with large piles of paper, with a pen in one hand and a bottle of sake in the other as she read the paper in front of her. Perhaps that was the reason why it was so easy to get an audience with the Hokage. Frequent meetings would lessen the boredom and repetetiveness of such a task.

"Have a seat," the she said, absently signing the paper in front of her before grabbing another off the stack to her right. Harry cautiously moved forward to do so, wary of the large amount of chakra the woman possessed despite the soothing aura it gave off. "What can I do for you?"

Harry looked her directly in the eye, careful not to intrude into her mind. "I would like to become a shinobi for your village," he stated plainly. Tsunade's eyes narrowed suspiciously at the boy in front of her. That was decidedly not what she had been expecting to hear. She didn't recognize him, though that wasn't overtly strange considering the number of people who lived in Konoha. However, the boy, who looked to be around fifteen or sixteen years of age, had distinctively exotic features, not to mention the scar on his face, and should have already had a chance to become a ninja through the Academy already. "I'm afraid you're going to have to explain why you haven't taken the chance to become a shinobi through the Academy if that is what you wanted." Tsunade found it a bit disconcerting the way this unknown boy looked her straight in the eye, particularly since his own set were mismatched. Very few people met her eyes on their first meeting with her, if ever.

"I'm not originally from here," Harry explained. "I just arrived to day. There were no opportunities to pursue the goal of becoming a ninja where I come from. I've already taught myself as much as I can with the limited amount of knowlege available to me, but I need a teacher." Tsunade pondered for a minute. "What are your reasons for becoming a ninja and how do I know you will be loyal to Konoha if you are allowed to become one of our shinobi?" she asked, a challenge in her voice.

"I want to become a ninja because I want to be strong enough to protect myself and the things I care about," Harry began after a brief pause, being careful of his wording but remaining truthful. "My life hasn't exactly been pleasant, and I'm tired of being at a disadvantage. I would be loyal to the village and its people if I was given the chance to become strong, because it would be the first helpful thing anyone has ever done for me without having an ulterior motive." Tsunade could see shadows that shouldn't belong in such young eyes, and it made her maternal insticts rise up. She didn't see any signs of deceit, and the mutiple scars covering the bits of his skin that she could see were powerful evidence.

Besides, she thought with an internal smirk, I know just who would make the perfect teacher for him. The boy looks like he need some livening up. "Okay," Tsunade said. "So long as you swear that you'll be loyal to Konoha, I'll let you become an official Genin of Konoha and get you a Sensei." The Hokage looked back to a shadowy corner behind her, where Harry could see the aura and suppressed chakra of a ninja. "Tora," she barked, and a masked figure stepped forward. "Fetch Naruto for me. Tell him to come immediately," Tsunade instructed. As the ninja vanished, she turned her attention back to Harry. "What's your name, anyway, kid?" she asked, pulling out a few papers and stamps. "And your age," she added as an afterthought.

"Hisoka, 19," Harry answered, prepared for the question. The blond looked at him in shock before she could gather herself. She'd thought he was years younger than that. "Just Hisoka?" she asked. Hisoka nodded. The name rather suited him, he thought. He'd decided before he even came that he wanted to blend in, and having such an obviously foreign name would jeapordize that plan. Besides that, he was tired of the name the was always accompanied by titles and responsibilities, not to mention memories of Voldemort's voice hissing it in his ear as he writhed in pain from various forms of torture. This was to be his new beginning. The lack of a surname would do nothing more than lead people to assume he was an orphan, which was true.

Tsunade settled as she wrote and stamped the necessary papers, taking the time to really examine the newest member of her ranks as she did so. Hisoka's appearance was androgynous, though his choice in clothing was quite practical for a ninja. His black hair was quite messy, and reached just past his shoulders, though not nearly as messy as Kakashi's. One of his eyes was a stunning jewel green, while the other was a black abyss with a silver scar that ran from the outer corner of the eye down his cheek, rather like a tearstreak. His skin was very pale, and what little of it she could she was covered in similar silvery scars, and he showed little to no emotion. The boy definately provoked her maternal intincts. That didn't mean he wouldn't be stalked by ANBU for the next few weeks though.

"Here you go," Tsunade said after one last stamp. "These are your citizenship papers. You'll need to come back tomorrow to get a picture for your I.D." She leaned forward to prop her elbows on the desk and rest her head on her interlaced fingers. "Your sensei should be here soon. His name is Na-" the door busted open and a tall man with spiky blond hair, cheerful blue eyes, and naturally tanned skin walked in. "What'd you call me in for, Baa-chan?" the man asked a bit loudly. Tsunade's eyebrow twitched and she closed her eyes in exasperation, praying for patience.

"Naruto," she said with poorly concealed anger in her voice, barely restraining herself from throwing something at him, before taking a calming breath. A smile and a glint appeared in her eyes just before she spoke again. "Meet Hisoka. He'll be your new Genin student." Naruto's eyes widened in shock.

. . .

Naruto woke up that morning feeling a strange sense of anticipation, like that day was special for some reason that he couldn't remember. It was strange, but the feeling remained with him throughout the morning, despite how he pushed it to the back of his mind. The Kyuubi was acting strangely, too, chuckling randomly every now and then. He didn't answer any of Naruto's questions about his odd behavior either, other than a criptic "you'll know when the time comes" followed by a quick bout of chortling. So Naruto just did the best he could to ignore the feeling and focus on his training.

He did such good a job at ignoring it that he mostly forgot about it as he went about his day. He did his morning training as usual up to noon, when he went for lunch at Ichiraku's like he did almost every day. Both Tsunade and Sakura nagged at him about that particular habit of his, so he made a habit to eat somewhere healthier every once and a while. He chatted with Kiba and Shino when he ran into them - mostly Kiba - and had been about to head back to the training fields when an ANBU in a tiger mask silently appeared beside him to inform him that Granny Tsunade want to see him in her office. This caused the feeling to come back at full force, and more chuckles from the irritating fox.

She probably just wants me for a mission, he thought as he made his way the Hokage Tower. He sent quick smiles and greetings to the secretaries as he made his way up, and bounded into the office with his usual greeting. He had just noticed the dark haired figure seated in the chair before Baa-chan's desk when Tsunade spoke, a sadistic smile on her face. "Meet Hisoka. He'll be your new Genin student." Naruto's widened blue eyes met with the mismatched black and green eyes of his new student, and an odd feeling rose in his chest while the Kyuubi chuckled in the back of his head.

. . .

Hisoka was barely able to keep himself from tensing when he felt an extremely large mass of warm energy making its way to the room, finding himself unable to concentrate on what the Hokage was saying as it drew closer. He did flinch a little when the door was flung open with a bang. The man that walked through door with a loud and familiar greeting to the Hokage, who looked irritated, had longish spiky gold hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. He wore a fishnet shirt under a pocketed black vest that showed of his muscular chest, black cargo pants, and black combat boots. He wore a necklace with a blue gemstone attached to it around his neck, and his heitei-ate around his left bicep.

Hisoka dimly heard the Hokage introduce him, but it was as if she was speaking from a long distance away. As he looked into his teacher's sparkling blue eyes, a sense of foreboding grew heavily in his stomach.

A/N: OK, first things first. I looked up the name Hisoka at two different websites, and one of them said it meant 'cautious; reserved,' and the other said it meant 'secret'. Either way, I liked it, and thought it would match up well with Harry in this story. If you like my writing, feel free to check out my other stories, and please review. It would be much appreciated. I would also like to apologize for how short it is.