Rest in peace to Alan Rickman, who was an amazing actor in everything he did. He was incredible in Prince of Thieves and Die Hard, but he will always be Professor Severus Snape to me. I send my thoughts to his family.

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To yaoi puppy, thank you for your review and I will try to take your comments on board. I am sorry you don't like it but maybe it came across wrong. It is not that he is unable to distinguish that he is in a different culture; it is that he is comparing them. I will try to make what I am trying to put across clearer.

Happy New Year to everyone and sorry I am a bit later. I got caught up with the planning writing of two other fanfics, both Naruto AU.

It is finally the boggart scene that you have been waiting for and I hope I got it right. Please enjoy.

*Bold = Japanese


Chapter 7: Wreck

It had been a few days since the trial and Harry was still turning over the events in his head. He felt hurt that Dumbledore had basically ignored him, despite standing as his witness.

Once they had been dismissed, Mr. Weasley had appeared to guide Harry back to Grimmauld Place when he had seen his son Percy. Harry knew that things had been strained between the family; but when Percy completely blanked them, he knew it was not going to get any better.

They then had the pleasure of running into Malfoy Senior.

Harry had told Fudge about the night in the cemetery, about Lucius' true loyalties. Yet he was there in the Ministry, walking free as though nothing had changed. But since they were denying the true events of that night, he shouldn't have been surprised Lucius had managed to slither his way back in.

Though the snake reference he had jabbed at Harry was hardly subtle. The gloating expression that sometimes surfaced onto his features and the smug air about him were also proof he had not forgotten that night anymore than Harry had.

The encounter had left a horrible taste in his mouth and had stayed with him during the entire return journey.

They had eventually made it home to be greeted by the celebrating members of the household, once they had heard the verdict. Harry had gotten caught up in the whirlwind and he swore he could still hear the twins' chant of 'he got off' still ringing in his ears.

Things then settled down as Mrs. Weasley had the younger members of the household continue to clean the house. Dust was in every nook and cranny in the place and Harry could have sworn he had put some muscle on his skinny frame just from everything he had had to move around.

The days spent cleaning however were dominated by mixed emotions, as if the aftermath from the hearing wasn't enough.

He had seen less and less of Sirius as the days went on as the man seemed to spend most of his time hiding away with Buckbeak. The times he had managed to see and speak to his godfather, Sirius was quiet; as though he was retreating into his misery.

It was as if his godfather was unhappy he was going back.

When he had discussed it with Ron and Hermione, Hermione was all for this theory. She figured that Sirius wanted Harry to stay and if Harry had been expelled, they could have been outcasts together. Ron had the same viewpoint as Harry as they defended the former convict.

Harry wanted to spend far more time with his godfather, but he couldn't suppress the feeling of anticipation for the day he finally left for Hogwarts. While he was cleaning, he had developed a habit of daydreaming about when he did get back. Quidditch, the common room, even just walking from class to class.

He felt restricted and closed in by Grimmauld Place, though it did serve its purpose. To be in the open air of the Hogwarts grounds, and to walk through the high, open hallways was something Harry very much couldn't wait to return to.

He loved Sirius and didn't want to leave him so soon, but at the same time, he couldn't wait to get away.

Life in the headquarters of the main force opposing Voldemort was not as exciting as he thought it would be. They never told him anything and nothing of note really happened. When the Order had been first mentioned to him, he had thought that it would be more dangerous and thrilling.

They were against Voldemort himself. Now that He had returned the risks would have heightened. But the Order seemed to be doing nothing more than playing a game of Chinese whispers.

One other thing that had been occupying Harry's thoughts was the shinobi.

If he had been difficult to locate before the hearing, it was impossible to find him after. The only times he had caught a glimpse of the ninja had been at mealtimes, when he stood sentry at the edge of the room. He changed position daily, as if he could not use the same place twice.

During the rest of the day and at night, there was no trace of him. It was like something had happened to put him on alert. His overall behaviour and actions had not changed though.

Much like the disappointment of the lack of excitement in the Order, he had thought that a man trained from his teenage years to kill would be far more interesting.

But no.

He just stood there; silent and with a frame of granite. Harry was pretty sure the shinobi hadn't left his side since he had arrived, but he had no proof. He couldn't have gone to the Ministry though; there was no way a Muggle would've been able to get past the security.

It would be interesting to see how this mute, stern killer would adapt to the populace of Hogwarts. He had been assigned to act as a student but Harry just couldn't see him in the robes sitting through potions with Snape; or in Divination with Trelawney. He was never going to pass as a student.

It would be slightly reassuring though to see him out of his comfort zone. Just as a reminder that he was human, despite all the evidence to the contrary.

Though the shinobi himself was as interesting as paint drying, the list of questions that Harry, Ron and Hermione had about his past was only growing. Hermione had suggested researching in the library when they reached Hogwarts while Ron was all for seeing how he acted around Hogwarts itself.

Either way, it was not until they returned to the magical school that they would be able to start getting answers to their questions. Like where was he from? What kind of family would purposely raise a murderer? Why did he wear a mask? What was the deal with the red scarf?

The shinobi was an enigma sealed in a puzzle box, but that had never stopped them before.

With all these thoughts swirling round in Harry's mind, the day passed quickly and the final day in Grimmauld Place before they left for Hogwarts arrived.

Harry, Ron and the twins had been discussing the trouble the school had been having finding a new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher; a topic which had arisen when they had received their book list for the year.

Ron had also gotten a letter with his list announcing that he was one of the new Gryffindor prefects. Honestly, Harry had completely forgotten all about it with the hearing and everything, but with that reminder, something slammed into his gut.

He didn't want to think he was better than Ron and he really wanted to be happy for his best friend. But his traitorous mind kept him thinking about the fact he didn't get one. He had expected one; took it for granted that he was guaranteed one because of who he was and what he had done.

Though, now he thought about it, he had never really done anything by himself. The first, second and third year he always had both Ron and Hermione by his side, always helping him. In third year he also had had Lupin.

The fourth year, the only year that he had faced Voldemort truly alone, he failed. Voldemort returned and Cedric was killed. Still, he had done far more that Ron.

Hermione had then burst in, asking Harry about his non-existent prefect badge. He seemed surprised that Ron had got it instead of him and he could see Ron's face cloud over. Pair with the disbelief of the twins, Ron must have felt pretty offended.

Harry plastered a happy grin on his face as he congratulated his friend, while inside he hid the turmoil and resentment that was building up. The only comfort he had was that his father had not been made a prefect either.

Dumbledore had been ignoring him since the events at the final of the Triwizard Cup, so should it really have been that much of a surprise when Ron was given the prefect badge instead of him?

His scar pulsed, sending sharp pain through his skull.

Mrs. Weasley had then caught wind of the events and it was all downhill from there. While she was gushing over Ron, Harry looked at the twins, feeling sympathy. They had just been brushed aside and forgotten about when Mrs. Weasley had started talking about the family achievements.

She had then gone about arranging a party to celebrate. Somehow during this time, Harry and Ron's belongings had found themselves scattered through the entire house. Harry could have sworn he could hear the 'cracks' of apparitions throughout the retrieval of his things.

When the party had gotten into full swing later that day, harry had been shown a photo taken of the old Order. He could see the face of Neville in Alice's face and the encounter from days before appeared in his mind. He had never really thought why Neville had had to live with his gran before.

He then spotted his parents faces next to Wormtail and it had slightly overwhelmed him. He had left, climbing the stairs to the first floor landing. A strangled sob drew him towards the drawing room.

He poked his head in, and at the sight before him, the rest of his body followed. He watched the dead bodies of the Weasley family appear one after the other in front of the distraught Mrs Weasley. He started to raise his wand, walking forwards.

A black, sliver and red blurred passed him, stopping in front of Mrs Weasley, unleashing two strange objects which just passed through the boggart.

The shape of the boggart changed.


It had been a tense few days for Kakashi since the trial.

Now there was not only the threat of wizards endangering Potter but solid evidence that there was another shinobi, he had taken extra precautions. There was no way to confirm if the other shinobi was hostile or not, but there was no way Kakashi was going to take that chance.

There were no such things as coincidences and the fact that another shinobi was attending Potter's trial was no accident.

As a result, Kakashi started staying out of sight more, as usually when on a bodyguard mission; they stayed in the sight of the client as a visible safety net to assure them. This did not apply here, since they did not require visible assurance.

Why did it have to be Iwa? Of all the allied villages, it had to be one that hated his guts for not only his actions in the war but because he had been a student of the Yellow Flash. There had been no further evidence to prove it was indeed Iwa, but also none to disprove it.

They knew he was there but not his identity or village, so it was an even battleground so far.

From the memories of the kage bunshin he had sent to watch over Potter while he had investigated the other shinobi, only a couple of encounters of true value had happened on their way back. They had come across a pale, blond man who was a potential danger to Potter.

He had apparently been there at the murder of Diggory but had bought his way back into the graces of the Ministry. He was one to be monitored around Potter, as he could sense the mutual hatred between them.

After that, the only other thing of note was when Potter ran into one of his academy classmates. Longbottom, he was called, which was rather a ridiculous name. Though there had been others that were just as strange.

Potter had found out about the fate of Longbottom's parents. Kakashi had not been overly impressed by the wizards thus far, but he had gained a healthy respect for the Longbottom family. They might have made good shinobi.

Potter had then returned to Grimmauld place and settled into a routine of cleaning under the command of the loud Weasley. Though she was about as subtle as an explosive tag, she knew how to handle the group of teenagers.

Though Kakashi could see that Potter was becoming restless, his features a constant mix of emotions. The trio had been becoming more curious about his origins too, and discussed researching the library in their academy for any information.

Kakashi made a mental note to search and destroy any information leading back to the Elemental Countries as soon as he had the chance.

Supplies for the academy arrived on the day before they were due to leave and Kakashi's had been left on his bed in the attic. He had had to go through the books to use the necklace to transcribe them into kanji.

Some of the titles made absolutely no sense. The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5; Defensive Magical Theory.

He would have to study these before his arrival so he could figure out how to replicate these with his chakra.

There were also what appeared to be uniforms laid out for him with the colours black, red and gold. As he held them up to get a better analysis, he idly wondered how much of his shinobi uniform he could wear instead of this.

It was completely and utterly impractical.

Other than the plentiful places he could conceal his weaponry, it was cumbersome and suffocating. It would swish around his legs, tangling in them. He had been trained to adapt to different environments but using this as a disguise, while effective, may hinder him.

He was an exchange student. If he was going to truly blend in as one he would have to alter the true Hogwarts uniform, so others could tell that he was not native.

Finally, the supplies were strange but he could imagine how they would be useful. He picked up a twig that had been left on top of the robes. He saw the note attached and translated it.

After reading it, he scrutinised the twig more closely. This would be the 'wand' he would be 'using'.

He figured it worked something similar to Asuma's trench knives when he channeled wind chakra into them. Perhaps the wizards channeled their chakra through this to produce jutsu. So their twigs would act as a medium between them and their chakra.

The rest of the academy students received much of the same, though they already had the supplies and uniforms from their previous years.

Potter's two friends though had received something called a 'prefect's badge'. From their discussion, he theorised it was some sort of rank or position of authority, similar to a chunin.

He had spotted Harry's large grin at his friend, but he could not hide the resentment and disappointment nearly as well as he thought he could. It appeared the boy had thought he had been guaranteed one, though Kakashi couldn't figure out why.

He had almost been expelled barely two weeks before and was involved with the death of a fellow classmate. There was no way that Dumbledore-sama would compromise the integrity of the rank over favouritism. Potter seemed to think he was special.

While the loud Weasley woman was overreacting, the twins proceeded to hide Potter and Weasley's property through the household. They used a type of shunshin to travel the house, though it would be impractical due to the loud crack that signalled they had used it.

Things had eventually settled down and the celebration had commenced. Kakashi stayed close to the wall, in one of the shadowed corners. He had never been one for parties. Even Minato-sensei had struggled to force him into anything remotely resembling one.

He spotted Potter ascending the staircase, clutching a piece of paper. He activated a silent shunshin and appeared on the first floor. He summoned his nin dogs, instructing them to keep up the security, as the loud noises and commotion could cover up any attempted attack.

A strangled sob reached his ears at the same time that Potter rushed over to one of the doorways. He entered the room with Kakashi in his shadow. At the sight before them, Kakashi shot in, putting himself between the two wizards and the dying fake Weasley.

He knew that the client would not be pleased if he were to kill any of Potter's close friends, but as the thing switched from Weasley to Weasley, all of whom he knew were healthy downstairs, he rationalised that this must be an intruder.

Though how it had managed to slip past him was for another time.

He unleashed two kunai almost immediately and his single uncovered eye widened slightly as they passed straight through.

Then the shape changed.

Kakashi took an involuntary step back as a half crushed Obito stared back. His left side was nothing but mangled bone, skin and blood and the empty eye socket seemed latched onto him. Then it spoke.

"It was all your fault. You failed me and you failed her. You are worse than trash"

Kakashi could feel his Sharingan ache.

It switched to Rin, looking identical to how he remembered her after the Chidori has pierced her chest. Tears were flowing down her purple-striped cheeks and the hole in her chest was charred and bloody, a result of the lightening. Kakashi could feel the scarf around his neck tighten as if it would suffocate him.

"You promised. You failed me. You killed me. You murdered me"

Kakashi could feel the blood covering his hand, her blood, from when had struck his hand straight through her.

A choked sob rose from Kakashi's throat as he stood frozen, assaulted by his worst nightmares. It switched to his father, the day he had come to find him dead on the floor when he was six years old. Blood was in a puddle beneath his body.

"You were not worth living for"

Kakashi's hands started to shake and tears dropped from Obito's eye, soaking his hitai-ate. What was happening? This was so much more real than his usual nightmares.

It finally switched to Minato-sensei, when he had found him after the Kyūbi attack. He had no torso left as there was only a huge gaping hole, and his once bright yellow hair had been dyed red, though whether it was his or Kushina-nee's he didn't know.

Kakashi could feel his knees starting to fail him as he struggled to breathe. He couldn't kill it, them, again.

Suddenly he heard the word 'riddikulus' and Minato-sensei changed into a yellow teddy and it was as if a spell had been broken over Kakashi.

In reality, it had only been about 10 seconds but to the silver-haired shinobi, it had felt like eternity.

He quickly shunshined catching a brief glimpse of Potter hunched over, spilling his stomach.

He reappeared in the attic and barely made it to the wash basin. He took of his hitai-ate and gloves, staring at his hand. He could still feel the blood on his hands, Rin's heart beating its last against his hand. He could still feel the transplanting of his eye.

He looked up into the mirror and saw his other eye had joined Obito's in its sorrow. He started scrubbing his hands, trying to get rid of the blood he logically knew wasn't there. No matter how much he washed his hand since he had killed Rin, he could always feel it.

He always saw their faces in his dreams, his nightmares, and they repeated the same words as that thing.

He collapsed to the ground, his knees finally giving way. His skin felt clammy, the normally pale skin turning ashen. He was sweating uncontrollably and felt his breath escaping his lungs.

He had never thought this would happen. That he would just be slammed with the mistakes of his past. Even now he could hear the faint voices reminding him of his mistakes.

He curled into the fetal position, his hand still wet with water. His hands were clasped over his ears and his eyes were tightly shut.

He was trapped in a living nightmare.


Shunshin = teleport jutsu

Kage Bunshin= shadow clone

This concludes the seventh chapter.

I hope I managed to get the reactions and thoughts of Harry and Kakashi right and that you were not disappointed. I hope Kakashi's reaction to the boggart was okay. He will definitely be on the train to Hogwarts next chapter and his mission will get so much more complicated.

Please could you review about what you like and what I can improve upon.

Dōmo arigatōgozaimashita