Disclaimer: by the way, if you haven't figured it out already- I don't own quizilla, Naruto, Harry Potter, Things I Am Not Allowed to Do At Hogwarts, Dragonlance, or any other books I've read (-mutters- no matter how much I wish I do)

Hannah cracked open her book of Things I Am Not Allowed to Do At Hogwarts- a favorite past time of her when she was bored. Although none of these sayings had been made by her, Hannah loved them. It had been a while…

1. I will not poke Hufflepuffs with spoons, nor will I insist that their House colors indicate that they are 'covered in bees'

2. No matter how good a fake Australian accent I can do, I will not imitate Steve Irwin during Care of Magical Creatures class.

Hannah stifled a giggle at that one.

3. Growing marijuana or hallucinogenic mushrooms is not 'an extra credit project for Herbology'

4. "I've heard every possible joke about Oliver Wood's name" is not a challenge

5. I am not allowed to breed a liger.

5b. Putting up Doug Henning posters in Filch's office is not appropriate

6. I will not go to class skyclad

7. The Giant Quid is not an appropriate date to the Yule Ball

8. I will not use Umbridge's quill to write "I told you I was hardcore"

Hannah covered her mouth and paused to huddle into a shaking ball of mirth. When ever she was feeling down, the American read these to brighten her day.

11. If a classmate falls asleep, I will not take advantage of that fact and draw a Dark Mark on their arm

12. House elves are not acceptable replacements for Bludgers

Hannah skimmed down the list, laughing, and every once in a while pausing at a particularly amusing saying or hilarious phrase.

23. I will not bring a Magic Eight Ball to Divination Class

24. I will not place anything by Silver Ravenwolf on the library shelves

26. I am not a sloth Animagus

28. I am allowed to have a toad, rat, cat, or owl. I am not allowed to have a reticulated python, snow leopard, Tasmanian devil, or piranha.

30. Remus Lupin does not want a flea collar.

35. Any resemblance between Dementors and Nazgul is coincidental

The American was reduced to hysterical giggling, merry tears, and a sore belly. She silently applauded the sarcastic, jokester, yet sometimes perverted minds who had thought of these brilliant axioms. Hannah wanted to award them with a metal or something…

101. I am not allowed to refer to Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, and Justin Finch-Fletchley as Blossom, Buttercup, and Bubbles

102. I will not cast the occasional Obliviate spell on Dumbledore, even if it would be amusing

103. I am not allowed to give Gryffindors Pixie Stix

105. I will not give Hagrid Pokémon cards and convince him that they are real animals

106. I am not being repressed

Hannah's mirth ebbed away at the last word. Repressed. Repressed…

Suppressed- in your life you have been pushed around and your opinions have been shunned. You never get to say what is on our mind and always have to adjust. This may lead to thinking that you are worthless and have low self-esteem. Hidden, unknown, mysterious.

A year ago, Hannah had scoured the internet for quizzes on a quest to find herself- her true, hidden inner self that she couldn't find. What she had found was an equal combination of light and darkness. Yet sometimes it felt so dark.

Night had fallen and there was a full moon outside. Hannah glanced at the sleeping form of Maite, the Princess of the Hidden Grass Village. The American dressed in all black, loose clothing, sure to cover her face.

Hannah slipped on the roof and hopped across rooftops. Ninja had their skillz, for everyone else there was Parkour. The American climbed on the Kazekage tower and stood, shaking. If a breeze happened to come by…

Hannah tilted back her head and howled. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her eyes closed.

Howl though few know you're crying.

Hannah howled again, louder for her pain.

If I cry out, will you hear me?

P-p-P-p-P-p-P-p-P

"Kazekage-sama, there were several reports of a person in black howling on the tower last night," reported a nin, kneeling.

Gaara thought that was one of the queerest incidents in Suna. A person howling? There had been a full moon last night… Perhaps they were howling at the moon.

"Was the person a male or female?" the red haired leader asked.

"A female, sir."

"Any theories?"

"Belgha, the wife of Ropyr, believes it was a young woman calling for her lost lover." The man began to tick off his fingers. "Yuri, the paint shop owner, thinks it was a mischief maker. Endaki, the builder, estimated a tragic death would occur today. The ANBU suppose it was one of our enemies signaling penetration."

Gaara sighed deeply. "Have the city guards on double alert the next full moon, Vard."

"Yes, Kazekage-sama." The man didn't move. "Kazekage, the villagers would like some assurance there are no enemies in the village. They feel…insecure."

"I will speak with them this afternoon."

"Kazekage-sama, it is the afternoon."

Gaara glanced outside. So it was. He stood and trailed after Vard. When the pair exited the Kazekage tower, the red haired teen was surprised to see the whole village before it.

"Citizens of Suna and competitors, the incident that occurred last night will be investigated. The perpetrator will answer to questioning if caught. There is nothing to worry about," Gaara assured the crowd with a loud voice.

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The person in black appeared again that night, but not at the Kazekage tower. Going back there would have been folly and stupid. She knew they were waiting for her, but Hannah didn't mean to cause trouble.

Everyone was so damn superstitious, it wasn't funny.

The American just wanted to crack the lid of her bottled pain. I'm the Master of Darkness, she thought, sliding from shadow to shadow. Hannah held her breath as a pair of shinobi rounded the corner, looking around.

"I thought I heard something…" the female whispered.

"Me too."

Hannah pressed her backside against the wall and held her breath. For long moments they eyed the surrounding area. The American slowly bent down and picked up a small pebble. When they were looking away, Hannah hurled the mini rock down an alley.

"Over there!"

Both jittery nin impulsively leapt toward the alley. Hannah noted with surprise it was the same alley where those Seven had tried to rape her. Hannah, dressed head to toe in black, darted across the moonlit street into the shadows.

A day had past. The moon remained full. The American remained depressed.

Hannah was rather proud of tonight's outfit. She wore black combat boots, baggy obsidian cargo pants, and a loose onyx sweatshirt with flowing sleeves. Tied around her waist was a black scarf. To make herself less recognizable, she wore a dark, preferably black, mask that obscured her nose and mouth. To appear more unisex, Hannah bound her breasts and pulled her hair into a mesh net, wearing a black wig that was cut Cleopatra style. The finite touch was contacts: insanely bright blue eyes (Naruto's eyes).

The American leaned back against a building, crossing her arms, gazing at the serene pearly moonlight. She stood there, thinking, for a long time.

"Freeze!" Hannah nearly jumped out of her skin, tranquility ruined.

Thinking she was doomed, Hannah began to run. Feet clattered behind her and the American was shocked to find herself running alongside her double. The mirror image wore all black, mask included, but coffee eyes flashed.

Hannah glared at her killer. The assassin glowered back.

"Stop!" Neither pursued listened.

A fork came upon them. Hannah ran left; the purple-eyed assassin ran right.

Hannah pushed the image of her would-be killer out of her mind as rooftops began to swarm with Sand ninja. She ran on her tiptoes almost silently, gliding into the shadows until she came to a complete stop.

Gasping quietly, the American broke out in a cold sweat as the enforcers prowled. She sweatdropped, almost wishing she hadn't come out again tonight. This will be…a bit difficult to explain to the Kazekage. 'Oh yeah, I was yowling on your tower because I'm depressed.'

Hannah inched along agonizingly slow. She stiffened as an ANBU member's head swiveled in her direction.

There was a cry from the other side of the village. Almost instantly, all the masked 'police' leapt toward the sound. The one member remained.

The American held her breath. He could see her, she was certain of it.

He leapt quickly, vanishing, and reappeared before her. Hannah felt trapped. Her back was against the wall and her fists were clenched. They stared at each other.

"Why are you causing trouble in my village?" He took off his mask. Gaara.