Back with another chapter... I can safely say that this fic is the singular most tedious one I've written - I keep losing motivation to write it (and that's saying something, because I've never really lost motivation writing any of my other NejiTen fics (amounting to 400k words)). So... be grateful that I'm intending to see it to its end.
Naruto, Harry Potter, and their characters do not belong to me.
Hello Wizard World
Chapter 4: I Want A Unicorn
Screech!
Tenten sat bolt upright in bed, glancing around the dim bedroom. That had sounded like a car rounding a corner at full speed, tires skidding on the road. She'd opened the window by a crack last night, so that audible threats could be heard. What had caused that screech?
It was warm on her left - Neji was curled up with her in bed, she realized belatedly, the incidents from the previous night returning to her mind. A light blush rose to her cheeks, that darkened in intensity when she became very aware of something stiff making an indent in her hip.
Tenten scrambled out of bed before her thoughts could spiral out of control, and hurried to her cupboard, where she fumbled about in the dimness for a pair of binoculars.
"What're you doing?" Neji mumbled, stirring under the sheets. He rolled over to look at her alarm clock. "It's 5.50am."
"Checking out that screech," she answered, wide awake now. And definitely not thinking about his body. "Did you hear it?"
"No." With a yawn, he stretched his arms and sat up in bed, watching as she padded over to the windows, carefully pushing the curtains aside to investigate the goings-on on the street outside.
(From the corner of her eye, Tenten saw Neji discreetly rearranging the sheets around his waist.)
The sky was a shade of royal blue, turning pale in the east. Thin clouds streaked high across the heavens, promising a sunny morning. Tenten scanned Privet Drive with a critical eye. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, with the exception of the two burned homes. There weren't even policemen around - they were probably stretched thin from last night. Speaking of which, they had to call the police about the dead man in her backyard...
And the Dursleys' car was missing. She was pretty sure she'd seen it around last night - they had been packing it, and unpacking, for the past four weeks. Did it have anything to do with Harry Potter being a wizard?
There was a sudden, deafening roar, and Tenten started in surprise, sweeping her gaze across the horizon. Was there an aerial attack coming?
It was to her shock when a gigantic motorbike flew right over her roof, headed in the direction of Four Privet Drive. A sidecar was attached, and as it drew away, Tenten saw the hugest man riding upon it, helmet on his head. He couldn't have been human - he was probably twice her height, at least!
"Fuck," she swore, unable to take her eyes off the sight. "Neji, you have to see this. Now."
Neji was fumbling out of bed, and took a while to reach her side. The humongous flying vehicle was already descending behind the tiled roof of Potter's house by the time he caught sight of it.
"What is that-" he began, but was interrupted when four broomsticks swooped in from different directions, each carrying two passengers.
Two other shapes flew in from the horizon - Tenten drew her disbelieving eyes away from the broomsticks and looked through her binoculars, gasping at what she saw.
They were skeletal horses with reptilian heads and huge, bat-like wings that hardly flapped - yet they flew at incredible speeds, and approached more swiftly than those on the brooms had done. Two people rode on each of their backs, seemingly at ease with travelling on such dreadful creatures.
She shoved the binoculars at Neji and pointed at the horses; his mouth fell open when he saw them up close.
"What are those things?" he muttered to her, watching them until they disappeared behind the roof of Four Privet Drive.
"Not a clue," Tenten answered. But she filed away the images of those horses in her mind - they'd be useful additions to future stories. "You can't deny that magic doesn't exist now, though."
Neji tightened his jaw. "I guess not."
When they were certain that there were no more additions to the party, Tenten pulled a chair over, sitting by the window to keep watch, while Neji visited the bathroom, checking his phone for messages along the way.
Tenten sneaked a peek at his hips when he returned - he wasn't tenting his shorts any longer - and felt a twinge of disappointment. She did need to empty her bladder, however, and made Neji stand guard by the window for the duration of her absence.
"They might not be leaving all that soon," he protested, flicking his eyes between her, his phone, and the house down the street. Neji sat down in the chair she'd vacated anyway.
"I won't be long. Give a shout if you see anything, I'll leave the door ajar," she told him.
"Fine," he conceded.
It didn't take long for her to return to his side - scarcely five minutes had passed since the arrival of the wizards.
"I'm back," Tenten announced. "You can return to being a workaholic now."
Neji gave her a flat look. "At least working is a better expenditure of time than spying on one's neighbors."
"And how often do you see a flying horse, huh?" she retorted, promptly planting her bottom in his lap. A strangled sound emerged from his throat; she took the binoculars from the window sill, and examined the Dursleys' house again. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.
"What purpose does it serve to keep me anchored to this chair?" he muttered behind her.
Tenten licked her lips, distracted by his heat and hard thighs. "You're an extra pair of eyes. Those guys have to leave sooner or later."
"You can sit elsewhere." Neji set his phone down; she felt him lean away from her.
"Is my nymphomaniac bug getting to you?" she teased, remembering their conversation from the night before. He'd known precisely how to lick her ear, and it wasn't fair that he could draw such a reaction from her.
So Tenten wriggled her hips, stretched her arms, and arched her back a little. Behind, Neji drew a sharp inhalation.
She looked back at him coquettishly and wished he'd make the first move.
He frowned at her.
There was a deafening roar again, and both their gazes snapped back to Four Privet Drive.
As one, brooms, horses and the gigantic bike flew up in the air. Tenten shoved the binoculars back against her eyes and tried to focus on the rapidly-rising group - they had to be three hundred meters in the air now-
And all of a sudden, a ring of about thirty people surrounded them, dressed in billowing, hooded cloaks, like the one Dolohov was wearing.
"I think those are the bad guys," Tenten whispered, a lump of dread settling in her gut.
Upon closer look, there was not just one Harry Potter, but seven of them, each one of them on either a broomstick, horse, or motorbike.
The next thing she knew, there were flashes of green light all throughout the circle; the giant on the motorbike did a barrel roll, and Tenten barely glimpsed things falling out of the sidecar - what appeared to be a broom, a bag, and a cage.
The Harry Potter in the sidecar made a grab for his bag and cage; the broomstick plummeted back towards the Earth.
"He lost a broom!" Tenten gasped.
Next to her, Neji squinted. "Where? They're too high for me to see clearly."
"Just keep an eye out for it, it'll land soon," she told him, focusing on the fray high in the air. "I hope."
Two pairs of people on brooms broke away from the fray soon after, and the circle of hooded figures split to follow them. There were flashes of light flying both ways - green from the hooded figures, and a variety from those fleeing. Some of the hooded figures were struck and fell off their brooms.
One of the Harry Potters on a broom disappeared - Tenten had a moment to wonder where he went - when she saw a ghost-like figure floating - flying - towards the stocky man left on the broom.
It gave her the creeps, this ghost-like creature - he was bald, bone-white, and from what she saw of his face, he had no nose, only what seemed to be vertical slits, and scarlet eyes. He was holding a wand, and the next thing Tenten knew, he'd shot a green streak of light at the stocky man on the broom, hitting him right in the face.
It seemed as if the man was frozen in time - he was spread-eagle and blasted off his broom, and he was falling, falling...
The rest of the horses and people on brooms had scattered by then; Tenten followed those she could see, until they flew out of her sight.
She sunk against Neji, pale and shaking.
"What did you see?" he asked quietly into her hair. He took the binoculars from her hands, set it aside, and pulled her snug against his chest.
Tenten blinked and swallowed. It was far more real than watching it on the news. "A... a lot of things."
Slowly, she got up and turned to face Neji, settling back on his lap. The sight of his face comforted her somewhat - he looked nothing like that snake-man, who had red eyes and no nose.
Tenten swallowed and buried her face in Neji's shoulder, clinging onto him. "I- I saw this ghost- this man. He was awful."
In starts and stops, she described the scene to Neji. When she was done, he hugged her close, and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
"Perhaps we shouldn't have witnessed that," he told her.
"He's scary," Tenten whispered, trembling a little. "I think he's going to give me nightmares. I can't believe something like that exists."
Neji was quiet for a while. "I don't think many people have the capability to fend him off, not even wizards."
"No," she agreed, and wrapped her arms around him.
He stroked her back for long moments, until she regained some semblance of calm and remembered the fallen men.
"Did you see where they fell?" Tenten asked eventually. "They couldn't have survived falling from that height."
"I saw four. Two fell east of here, one to the north, and one to the west," he answered. "You aren't thinking-"
"Let's go," Tenten whispered. "It gives us something to do."
"No." Neji's arms fell away; he found her shoulders and pulled her off his chest, so he could look her in the eye. "It's too dangerous out there, Tenten."
She knew that much. But with the bad guys pursuing the good ones, who would be targeting normal people like them on the ground?
She frowned back at him. "They're out chasing those guys. I want to see what else wizards have in their pockets. I want a unicorn."
He stared at her, flabbergasted. "A unicorn, Tenten? We're in the middle of a state of emergency!"
"We have a cloak that makes us invisible," she answered. "If we use that, we'll have higher chances of escaping alive."
"I don't want to take any chances," he told her, gripped both her arms. Pale lilac eyes bore into hers. "I want to see you safe."
"Then either you come with me, or you don't," she replied. "This is the best chance we have at obtaining wizard money."
"Valuing money over your life?" Neji's forehead furrowed deeply. "I won't-"
She leaned in and kissed him briefly on the lips.
Neji's eyes widened; he stared mutely at her.
"I'm going," she told him, suddenly embarrassed. Without another word, she stood up and headed for the door. "You can come if you want."
Her bedroom was silent as she passed through the doorway and headed for the guest bedroom, where the bags of Dolohov's things were stored. Tenten pulled the invisibility cloak out, and as a precaution, took the wand with her.
Neji was still in her bedroom when she returned. He watched her; she grabbed a pair of jeans from her cupboard and pulled them on.
Tenten sent him a nervous glance - did the kiss change anything between them? - and took a pair of socks, before hurrying out of the room. He still had not moved from the chair.
Soon after, she heard his footsteps on the wooden floors, and paused at the foot of the stairs, wearing her shoes and socks.
Neji appeared at the top of the stairs a minute later, dressed in jeans and a shirt. A sturdy backpack was slung over his shoulder, and his hair was pulled back in a low ponytail.
Tenten swallowed dryly when their gazes met. Her heart pounded; he made his way down the stairs.
"You've decided to come along?" she asked hopefully.
He slanted an indecipherable look at her. "I need to make sure that you get home safe."
Relief flooded her stomach, and Tenten beamed at him. "Thanks, Neji."
He moved past her, into the kitchen, and pulled a mug from the cabinet. Tenten followed him in, retrieving a couple of currant cakes from the fridge while he dropped a pinch of tea leaves into the mug. The wall separating the kitchen and living room was still splintered and a little charred at the edges, and Tenten winced every time she looked at it.
"Here." She handed Neji a pastry; a slight look of distaste crossed his features. "Eat it. It's your sugar boost for the day."
They washed down the sugary pastries with a shared cup of green tea, and Tenten set the traps by the back door, after they'd stepped out together in the invisibility cloak.
Now that Neji didn't seem as stunned, or wasn't distancing himself because of the kiss, Tenten decided to brush it off as inconsequential. "About that kiss - you know that was a joke, right?" she said lightly.
He slanted a look at her from beneath the hood, arm wrapped around her waist - it was the only way they'd both fit into the cloak. "And you know that I'm following purely for the sake of keeping an eye out for you."
"Thanks, Neji. You know I can't live without you," she grinned. "Where should we head first?"
"We'll aim for the two in the east," he replied quietly after a brief moment. "I don't think they're even fifty meters from here."
"Right. Lead the way, please."
They made their way as quickly as they could beneath the cloak, staying close to bushes and hedges so that their dark shoes had a chance of being hidden against the leafy background.
Above, the skies were clear, and Tenten shivered when they passed the still-intact Four Privet Drive.
"We should drop by this place," she whispered to Neji, who was looking left and right for the shortest path they could take. "I'm fairly certain that neither the Dursleys nor Harry Potter will be back."
He slanted an exasperated look at her. "Let's get through this alive first, Tenten. If we do, I'll listen to any proposals you might have."
"Even marriage proposals, huh?" she quipped, to keep the tension at bay.
Neji coughed lightly. "I'm not worthy of marrying."
This, she didn't know. Tenten felt her eyebrows crawl up her forehead. "Really? Why? You're the most popular bachelor-"
"Shh," Neji hissed suddenly, when a door opened, and an old lady tottered out, looking warily around the street. "I doubt this prevents us from being heard."
They crept silently along the rest of the street, scanning their surroundings for any signs of dead bodies.
Fifty meters was still a large radius, and Tenten's heart gave an excited leap when Neji muttered, "There!"
Their first was a lucky find - the wizard had landed on the bonnet of a car, heavily denting it, and there was a pool of blood on the driveway below the car.
"I can't believe no one's spotted him yet," Tenten whispered, as Neji's hand tightened around her waist, and they hurried over to the corpse.
"Shh," Neji told her.
The man had to be dead, from the sheer amount of blood that he had lost. That, and the bloody, mutilated face that his hood had slipped off partially to reveal. He was dressed in the same dark robes that Dolohov had been wearing; one of the bad wizards who had formed the ambush, no doubt. The sun was just barely rising at this point - perhaps that was why no one dared emerge from their houses yet.
They avoided the pool of blood, and Tenten leaned over the side of the car, reaching over to search for the man's pockets.
"Support me," she told Neji, leaning forward further to pat the man down. Neji obliged; he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her while she reached into the wizard's pockets, finding a loose handful of coins. "Damn it!"
"We don't have time to be picky," Neji chided. He slipped the backpack off his shoulder and shoved it towards her; Tenten fitted both her arms through the cloak sleeve and unzipped one of the smaller pockets, trying to pile her coins into the bag as quietly as possible.
There wasn't much in this wizard's pockets - Tenten made sure to empty them out completely, though she only took the coins, and stuffed the worthless items - broken quills, food, a locket - back in.
"Thank you for the contribution," she muttered, giving a short bow as she zipped the backpack up.
Neji scoffed, slung the backpack over his shoulder after she handed it back to him.
"What, didn't your family teach you to pay respects to the dead?" she challenged, as they stepped away carefully from the car and began their search for the next body.
"They didn't teach me to rob the dead, and then say thank you," he told her archly.
Tenten made a face at him. "Well, what do you propose?"
"If you're going to pat them down and pillage their belongings, at least apologize in advance," Neji answered with a straight face.
She giggled. "Sure, Mr Proper. They don't need this money in their afterlife, anyway."
"They may become ghosts and haunt you," Neji told her.
The prospect had not occurred to her, and Tenten froze up, glancing around herself. "I don't see any," she said warily.
"Well, keep an eye out for them," he muttered.
There was a terrified scream suddenly; they exchanged a look beneath the hood of the invisibility cloak, and Neji pulled her along in the direction of that sound.
On the adjacent street, a middle-aged woman was staring at a body in her front yard. Tenten looked closely, and saw that this dead wizard had crashed into the edge of the roof, smashing some tiles and falling into a crumpled heap beneath one of the ground floor windows. The lady, probably the owner of the house, was standing on her doorstep in fright, her eyes wide, face pallid.
Tenten pursed her lips; surely there would be people watching this scene from their windows, even if they didn't dare emerge onto the street. "What should we do?" she asked Neji.
"Head on over. We don't know if the wizards are returning for their dead," he said, glancing towards the sky. "Hurry."
As one, they moved forward, stepping on the far edge of the lawn.
The woman must've seen the grass flattening beneath their feet, because she raised her arm and trembled. "F-Footprints!"
Tenten winced. She didn't know anything about the neighbors who weren't living on her street, and felt bad scaring the woman like this. But she couldn't reveal herself, either - that would just blow their covers.
So she crouched down next to the body with Neji, and gave a somewhat realistic groan, grabbing the dead wizard's arm and shifting it slightly.
The woman shrieked and retreated into her house, slamming the door behind her.
"Nice," Neji murmured in appreciation.
"When you invent stories like I do, you get creative," she explained.
He smiled at her.
Tenten beamed and got to work- though not before remembering to apologize to the deceased. She gave a quick, shallow bow, and muttered, "Departed soul, please forgive us for lightening your worldly possessions."
It didn't sound quite right, but she pushed her hand into this wizard's pockets, drawing a quick breath when she found a sack of coins.
"It's a heavy one," she hissed at Neji, who took it from her and tucked it into his backpack. A faint thrill of exhilaration flared in her middle - she couldn't wait to get home and count their gains.
On impulse, Tenten leaned in and pressed a kiss to Neji's cheek. "Thank you."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "What for?"
"For agreeing to come along with me. You're the best, Neji."
He answered with a light shrug. When Tenten found little else of value in the second wizard's pockets, they stood up, and she gave him a quick bow once again.
"Thank you, oh generous soul," she told the dead man.
Neji released a slow breath. "It's not like he was around to grant you permission to raid his belongings," he muttered.
"Which just goes to show that he doesn't need it," Tenten pointed out.
"You don't need a unicorn, either," he returned.
She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Let's get to the others," Neji muttered, applying a light pressure on her waist to catch her attention.
"Okay." Tenten kept her eyes peeled for any signs of fallen wizards, or abnormal things that might have fallen during the fight, but didn't see any. "What happened to the broom? Did you see where that went?"
"No," Neji answered, and Tenten's shoulders drooped a little. She'd been hoping to get her hands on a flying broomstick. "It fell somewhere out of sight."
"Damn it," Tenten muttered.
They headed northwest, towards the third body. The sun was climbing higher in the sky, now, and people were beginning to leave their homes. On occasion, a car or two passed them, and Tenten wondered if someone had got to the other bodies before they could.
It wasn't a nice thought, so she tugged on Neji's hand to get him to hurry.
Minutes later, the sound of a conversation reached their ears.
"This is bollocks, I'm telling you - there's no way this magic rubbish is true-"
"But you haven't seen the news, have you? People were being randomly murdered all through yesterday-"
"Which is stupid. I turned the news on today, and there's been nothing newsworthy!"
"So how do you explain this guy in the fancy cloak?"
"Looks like a rotten git if I ever saw one."
At that, Tenten glanced at Neji - he'd clearly heard the conversation too.
They strode over to the two men deep in conversation. A third wizard had fallen through the hedge between them, and was lying on the ground in a bloody mess.
"They won't be chased away by attempts to scare them," Neji warned her in a low tone.
Tenten had figured as much, and she frowned, wondering how they could get to the wizard, who was dressed in the same black cloak as the previous two, before the men started to take his things apart. Before they got their hands on whatever money the dead man had.
"I'm glad he didn't fall on my '59 Mini - that one's a right antique," Car Guy was saying. He was standing further away from them.
"Maybe if we just sneaked right up and raided his pocket," Tenten whispered.
"Too dangerous," Neji whispered back.
"Come on, they won't notice if we do it quick," she told him, and dragged him with her.
Neji followed her reluctantly, and Tenten eased close to the Other Guy, who stood at the head of the dead wizard. This wizard still held his wand, and Tenten brought the sleeve of her cloak next to it. When she was sure that neither man was looking at the wizard, she enveloped his wand with her sleeve, rendering it invisible, and tugged it out of his lifeless hand.
"We're eternally grateful for your contributions," she whispered, handing the stick to Neji.
"Did you hear that?" Car Guy said with a frown.
"No, what did you hear?" Other Guy looked around quizzically.
Tenten took this time to slowly ease her hand into the wizard's pockets, and her heart began thumping when she found the largest sack of coins she'd come across so far.
"Hey, wasn't this guy holding a stick just moments ago?" Other Guy commented, crouching down just inches away from Tenten.
She winced, one hand in the wizard's robes. Neji grimaced.
Tenten leaned away, and the hood eased away from Neji's face.
Car Guy looked up suddenly from across the hedge, at their faces. He paled. "Is that a nose-"
Neji shoved himself up against Tenten and jerked the hood back over their faces. Car Guy was still staring at them, and Tenten wondered if he could see through the cloak, if the cloak had stopped working-
"What did you see?" Other Guy turned, and looked straight at Tenten.
She didn't dare move. Her heart felt like it was going to slam right out of her chest.
Car Guy frowned. "I thought I saw a nose for a moment there... But it's gone now."
"You're seeing things," Other Guy said. "I told you this magic stuff is bollocks."
Tenten held her breath and very, very slowly eased the sack out of the wizard's clothes. It was heavy, but it didn't make a sound, thankfully.
She almost had the entire sack out of the wizard's pocket when Car Guy glanced down, and saw the bulge in the wizard's pocket move, courtesy of Tenten. "It just moved!" he exclaimed.
Tenten stilled.
"What just moved?" Other Guy snapped.
"This... cloak thing. It moved." Car Guy gulped.
"Must be an animal," Other Guy told him. "Here, I'll show you."
He reached for the pocket, and Tenten panicked. Her heart was beating so loud that she was surprised neither man had heard it.
With a final yank, she pulled the rest of the sack out and tucked it into her sleeve, though not before Car Guy's eyes widened.
"I saw that!" he gasped, pointing where the corner of the coin sack had been momentarily visible.
Neji hauled Tenten to her feet and dragged her away. The coins in the backpack jangled, and both men looked immediately in their direction.
"Are those... shoes?" one of them said.
"They're moving by themselves! Blimey!"
The men made to follow them, and Neji led Tenten to a spot behind another hedge belonging to the next house. He jerked the hem of the cloak over their feet a scarce moment before both men rounded the trimmed shrub, and Tenten watched them with wide eyes, wondering what she should do next.
Neji eased them away slowly, pressed tight against her so their feet did not show. Car Guy and Other Guy both looked around them - for painful moments, Tenten thought they'd see her and Neji in their cloak - but they never did.
They broke into a run when they were across the street and in the shadows, and Tenten heaved a huge sigh of relief.
"Thanks, Neji," she panted, as they sprinted back towards her home.
"Thank me when we get back," he muttered, finally slowing to a stop so she could catch her breath. He took the sack from her, and put it away in his backpack. "I only hope that this isn't more trouble than it's worth."
"Me too," she agreed.
There was only a last body to locate. They slowed to a walk this time, and Tenten leaned into Neji - they were getting used to moving around together in a very tiny space, and the fact that she was doing it with Neji helped a great deal. He tightened his arm around her.
They'd barely made it to Wisteria Walk when Tenten spotted a slew of fallen leaves and broken branches on the sidewalk. She looked up at the same time Neji did-
And shrieked.
Hanging on the tree branch above them, his body limp, was the gnarled man that the snake-ghost had blasted in the face. He was motionless; his face looked as if it were roughly carved from wood, and one of his eye sockets was empty. He had a wooden peg for a leg, Tenten realized, and a large chunk of his nose was missing.
"That was a good guy," she mumbled, feeling very sorry for him. The image of the snake man, with scarlet eyes and no nose, came to mind again, and she shivered against Neji. "We should pull him down or something."
"Shouldn't we leave him?" Neji asked instead.
Tenten winced. "It doesn't seem right to leave him like that. I don't know if anyone will come back for him."
"I don't suppose you want him buried in your backyard," Neji muttered.
She shook her head vehemently. "No, I don't know if he'll be hunted down by the bad guys."
"So we shouldn't even be standing in his presence," he deduced.
"But we shouldn't leave him, either!" she protested.
Neji sent her a sour glance. "We could pull him down from the tree, and then we'll decide."
"Sounds good to me," she agreed.
They moved towards the house on the same piece of property; there happened to be a ladder leaning just to the side. It was a bit of a struggle to position the ladder beneath the tree, and Neji stepped out of the invisibility cloak, scaling the ladder with ease. Tenten looked around them nervously, afraid that the black-cloaked wizards from before would show up again.
Neji had shifted most of the gnarled man's body off the branch, and Tenten watched nervously as he climbed down the ladder, positioning himself beneath the body.
"Push him over," he told Tenten. "I'll catch him."
"Right." Tenten scrambled up the ladder, almost tripping on the cloak, and grabbed a cold, muscled arm. The corpse wasn't too high up above Neji, which was a relief. "Get ready, I'm going to push him over now."
"I'm ready," he told her.
With a determined shove, Tenten heaved the heavy body off the branch; Neji caught him with a grunt, staggering beneath the man's weight.
"What are you doing in my front yard?" came a screech behind them.
Tenten and Neji turned, and in the doorway of the house before them, an old lady wearing a strange dress, a hairnet, and tartan carpet slippers stood glaring at them. Or rather, she was glaring at just Neji, since Tenten was still hidden beneath the invisibility cloak.
"This man was hanging from your tree," Neji said evenly. "He's dead."
At that, the woman's eyes swiveled from Neji to the gnarled man in his arms, and she gasped and paled, clutching at the doorway to keep from collapsing.
"Is- Is that- Mad Eye? He's dead?" she gasped in horror.
Neji sent a look at Tenten - this woman knew the dead wizard? - and nodded at her. Tenten pulled her invisibility cloak off and climbed down the ladder, though the lady at the door hardly batted an eyelid at that.
"Bring him in," she said weakly, holding the door open for them.
Tenten shrugged, and stepped over to help Neji with the dead man's legs. Perhaps they would be able to scavenge more information about the wizard world from this.
A/N: Back to writing.. ugh. There should be just 2-3 more chapters, and then this will be over (yay!) The fact that I'm even complaining about this fic tells you how bad the lack of motivation is lol.
Anyway, I have been reading "Delenda Est" by Lord Silvere - in which Harry Potter meets a younger, saner Bellatrix Black/Lestrange. Very exciting/suspenseful, well-explained, and very incredible world-building. (You'll find it on my favorites list.)
Signing off for now.. leave a review/your thoughts/etc. Would be nice to receive some appreciation lol - I've written 20k words (Edge of Heaven plus Nights in the Sleepless Town) while dragging my feet on this.. not my usual MO. Damn wizard fic. :/