Yayz! I got here! *Dressed in Naruto cosplay* Um…I can explain…Oh, screw it.

So, I…don't…have anything…to say…dattebayo…

Enjoy the chapter….I guess…

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Black Cat, or Naruto dattebayo!


Chapter 6

Tsuki growled as he looked up at the shadow, which had a beam of white light in one hand, and an orange light in another.

"So, Tsuki, did you give up?"

"Never!" Tsuki yelled, struggling to get to his feet. Where the hell is Taiyō*? Tsuki looked to the side and immediately regretted it.

The other spirits were losing. The ice and winter spirit were only freezing a few monsters at a time, the spirit of souls was slowly dimming in power, night and stars looked like they were about to collapse, cat was slowing in movements…and that was only the beginning…

"Shimatta…" Tsuki whispered, flinching as a bad wound started to hurt.

"Tsuki!" a voice yelled, and Harry saw Sun, running over to him, as wounded as she was.

The shadow chuckled. "Just in time, Taiyō, you get to die with Tsuki."

The Sun glared at the shadow. "We will defeat you! Tsuki! We need to unite our powers!"

"What?"

"Just trust me!"

"You will never succeed!" The shadow yelled, bringing up more power.

"Tsuki!"

Harry grabbed Sun's hand and they glowed with power.

"This is your end!" They yelled at the same time

"I will defeat you!" The shadow yelled, and they both threw power at each other…

Harry's eyes shot open, his forehead beaded with sweat, and his heart racing.

"Just a dream…no…not just a dream…a memory…" Harry panted and his waist was immediately grabbed.

"Something wrong?" The cat spirit whispered

"Nothing." Harry said, putting his head on Train's shoulder. "I must've gone too deep into my memories and brought up the war…"

Train looked at him sympathetically. "It's alright. It wasn't that long ago, so of course you would've brought the memory up."

"But I almost lost you in that war." Harry whispered, tears falling, but Train licked them away.

"We're alright. You did your best."

"As far as I know! I have no idea where they are. All I know is that for a fact Draco is Yoru."

Train sighed. "Don't worry. I'll help you as much as I can."

Harry smiled and pecked Train on the lips. "I have to get back to, you know, being the moon."

Train chuckled and sat on the bed as he watched Harry sit Indian-style and an aura of power seemed to act like a protective bubble over him. His eyes turned silver for a moment before Harry closed his eyes. Train smiled a bit as his cat-like eyes saw Harry's form shimmer from himself, to one in a kimono with an other-worldly look.

He chuckled a bit and waited until the sun was about to go up, and he left Harry, who seemed tired the minute the sun went up.

Harry went tiredly into the kitchen and plopped himself on a chair. It's been a few days since he came back and everything has been tense. They've had Dudley on a diet so of course he has to be in it to.

Vernon looked at Harry's choice of clothes, which was a white shirt with a black design, like a heart and black shirts and sleeved like an undershirt. He had on black shorts and if he went out, he usually had black boots with high heels on. He looked disgusted at how girlish it was and the fact that it was 'sluts' clothing.

Petunia gave Harry his slice of a grapefruit, which Harry put an eyebrow up to. Vernon looked down at his with distaste.

"Is this it?"

She gave him a look and pointed to Dudley, who had already finished his and was looking at Harry, who just smirked and took a big bite out of his, just to taunt Dudley.

The doorbell rang and Vernon got up to answer it. Once he was gone, Dudley took his father's grapefruit and started eating.

Harry rolled his eyes and took another bite out of his quarter of a grapefruit. He heard talking, a door closing, and the ripping of paper.

Vernon glared at Harry once he came back in. "You. Living room. Now."

Harry just shrugged and went into the living room, wondering only slightly what could have happened.

"So. This just arrived. A letter. About you."

Harry cocked his head to the side. "So?"

Vernon growled and began to read the letter out loud. It was from Mrs. Weasley, who was asking if Harry could go with them to see a Quidditch match, while asking if there were too many stamps.

"Look at this." Vernon growled, taking out the envelope.

Harry didn't hold it in, he laughed out loud. Every bit of the envelope was covered with a stamp. "Well, she did put enough stamps on." Harry said through giggles

Vernon glared at him, which didn't even faze the moon spirit.

"So…can I go?"

"Who is this woman?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Obviously, someone I know that you don't."

Vernon glared at him. "Don't give me that, boy. Now, tell me."

He sighed. "He's my friend's mother. You've seen her before."

"Red hair? Dumpty sort of woman?"

Harry put up an eyebrow. "You call her dumpty but you don't notice that Dudley looks like a baby whale?"

He looked ready to explode. "Boy…"

"I know, so yes, it's her."

"Quidditch…what is…Quidditch?"

"Well, since it has to do with the 'm' word I cannot tell you."

Vernon glared at him. "And what does she mean by 'the normal way'"

"By owl post, duh."

He looked outraged. "How many times do I have to tell you not to mention unnaturalness under my roof! You stand there, wearing clothes Petunia and I have given you—"

"Actually, I bought this myself. I managed to get money myself. Not that your any help." Harry interrupted coldly.

"I will not be talked to like this!" He roared

Harry shrugged. "Well, too bad. I like talking to you like this. I can't wait to see the World Cup. Oh, and I do have to finish my letter to Sirius, you know…my godfather."

Vernon's face immediately paled, making Harry smirk. Of course, he wanted to be a sneaky bastard the other year and decided to scare his 'guardians' by telling them that his godfather is a criminal on the run, which he is, so…

"You're…you're writing him…aren't you?"

"Yeah. But he hasn't heard from me in a while, so he might think something's wrong. You know, he might want to check on me."

Vernon paled a little more, making Harry smirk. I win!

"Well, alright then. You can go to this…World Cup thing. You can spend the rest of your summer there at the Weasleys…And tell you're…your godfather that you're going."

"Ok then." Harry smirked and almost skipped to his 'room' where Train was sitting on his bed. Harry sniffed him. "Just come back from a mission?"

"Maybe." Train smirked, before pecking Harry on the lips. "So, what's going on?"

"Oh, I'm just allowed to go to the Quidditch World Cup, and stay away from my 'guardians' for the rest of the summer."

Train frowned. "Where are you staying?"

"With the Weasleys." Harry said nonchalantly, looking around his room.

Train frowned. "But—"

Harry looked at Hedwig, who was back and looked more than annoyed. "What's wrong with her?"

"Oh, well, she came back with…"

Harry ducked as a small, furry tennis ball flew over his head. He looked up to see a small minute owl, flying around like a loose firework, making Harry and Train sweatdrop.

"It dropped something." Train said, pointing boredly at the letter, before getting off the bed and looking around the room.

Harry smiled as he finished the letter, then frowned up at the minute owl. "Calm down, Pig!"

"Pig?"

"That's his name." Harry said dismissively.

Train put up an eyebrow, but shrugged, and watched as Harry wrote two letters and gave one to Pig, and the other to Hedwig. He noticed that Harry didn't have Death and Despair on him.

"Where's Death and Despair?"

"Huh? Oh, they're over there." Harry pointed on his table to two holsters, each holding his guns.

"Why don't you have them on you?"

Harry waved his hand dismissively. "Dursleys."

"Ah."

Harry suddenly opened a loose board, where there was hidden cake.

"Harry…?"

"Ever since I came back, I haven't been able to have one unhealthy thing. And the portions are fucking small so let me have a piece."

"…I was just gunna ask if I could have a piece."

Harry laughed. "Sure."

"So, when are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow at five."

Train nodded, watching as his boyfriend took a bite of cake, getting icing on his face. Train looked at it, and licked it off.

"Eep! Why'd you do that?" Harry squeaked cutely

"…Because you're cute."

"Train!" Harry whined, hitting his shoulder


How was it? I hope I didn't make anyone to OCC so far…Oh, warning, some people, because of what Spirit they are, will be OCC, dattebayo.

Review, dattebayo!

*Sun