Disclaimer - I don't claim ownership of Naruto or Harry Potter. I am just playing around in an alternate universe, typing when my lazy muse starts to gnaw on my brain…

Also.. and this is important. I'm currently suffering from carpal tunnel syndrome in both hands. It's bad, to the point that i'm nearly crippled when i try to type. i'm single fingering this right now, for instance. I've sought medical help, and i'm being treated. While it's gotten a bit better, i'm still unable to type.

If you are willing to take over this story, contact me. there is no major plot, so whoever takes it over will have free reign.

Here's what I have managed to type.

Phoenix Flight - Chapter 8

By Caliko

Naruto grumbled as he stepped out of the fireplace and into the Leaky Cauldron. Thankfully, it was only Kakashi and himself, as the rest of the inmates had decided to stay in their cells. He didn't want to think of Sakura bashing Hatake over the head for his obscene giggling, especially when he would have to acknowledge that the man's new porn was actually his grandmother's diary. Of course, there was also the new protective instincts that Sasuke seemed to have developed. Kage had to literally sit on him so that they could floo out.

His sensei wandered towards the back door, his eyes never leaving the page. A few old men, who definitely looked like those type of old men, smiled indulgently when that evil, perverse snicker left the mans mouth. Naruto rolled his eyes, and followed, trying to look like he wasn't with Kakashi. The last thing he needed was his classmates thinking he was the physical fitness professor's boy toy. He could only hope that he finished the diary before he left for school.

He tapped the bricks with his wand and the two wandered down the alley towards Madam Malkins. He cringed, wondering what she would say. Even in the magical world, he doubted that boys changed as much as he did in a matter of days. Maybe he would get lucky, and the woman wouldn't recognize him.

Madam Malkin's angry glare at the walking hormone killed that hope, of course. She took one look at him, and simply nodded. "Veela inheritance?"

"Er, yeah." Naruto blushed. The woman's granddaughter wouldn't stop staring at him.

"Alright, then. Hop up, and we'll get you fixed up in a jiffy."

All in all, it wasn't so bad, if you didn't count the times she stuck him with a pin every time Kakashi giggled. His sensei should be thankful that he wasn't the one standing on the platform. Twenty minutes later, they walked out with his new clothes, various unmentionables tucked in the bottom of the bag.

He was thankful to get out of there. Between Kakashi earning Madame's glare, and the mini-Malkin eyeing him up like a piece of candy cane, he was getting jumpy.

"Ne, Kakashi-sensei…I need to go to the bookstore."

He finally looked up from the diary. "Why? You have a complete library at the manor."

"Nothing has been added to the library for the last twenty years. I want to see if there is anything new written about Veelas. I don't think I can read that diary you seem so fond of."

His teacher narrowed his exposed eye, looking him up and down, weighing his thoughts. The boy's utter calm that he displayed was nibbling on his mind, not to mention that his vocabulary seemed to have improved. He was more confident, poised, and read more. Naruto was also quieter, which should have been ringing warning bells weeks ago. More telling, Sasuke seemed to tolerate him more. His formerly loudest student was hiding something. "Why do you seem different?"

Smirking, the blond shrugged. "I just turned into some sort of desire creature?"

"No… that's not it."

Naruto smirked wider. He could pinpoint the exact moment when the truth hit Kakashi.

Burying his face in the palm of his hand, his Godfather groaned. "I should have known… They call me a prodigy, yet I never noticed the act."

"Hmmm. Sad to say, but Sasuke and Sakura figured it out before we extracted Kage." Naru-kun snorted. "Sasuke said that it was impossible for anyone to be as stupid as I pretended to be, but shut up when I reminded him about Kiba."

At this, Kakashi smirked back at him, "Are you sure that that's not an act?"

"Oh yeah. Next time your in Konoha, throw a bone in front of him, and see who get's it - Kiba or Akamaru. Usually, the dog outsmarts him."

The Cyclops couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. "Poor Kurenai, then. Oh well, at least she still has Hinata and Shino."

"Yeah… I just hope that Kiba is not the norm. It wouldn't do for Konoha's fo…"

"KONOHA!" A loud voice broke into their chatter, causing both Shinobi to look to the left. Standing there were two woman, one with long blond pigtails, the other a short black shag. Both held themselves like kunoichi. Even stranger, Kakashi seemed to recognize one of them.

"Tsunade-sama? What are you doing here?" He pulled Naruto over to them.

She blushed, looking like she wanted to crawl under a rock. "Kakashi! I never expected to find a familiar face so far from home! You wouldn't happen to know were we are, do you?" "London, England. How did you get here, if you didn't know where you were?" He was definitely confused. The brunette answered him.

"Tsunade-sama botched a jutsu." Shizune sighed. "I don't understand how, as she's never done that as long as I knew her." Kakashi smirked, raising a single eyebrow.