Hii everyone, can't believe I already got 69 favourites and 108 followers for this story! Wow! You guys are really quick. Thank you very much for giving this story a chance. Okay, so a little ANNOUNCEMENT please! You now that this story is kinda different because we have an OC who is Mistress of Time, but I have a plot twist in mind, hence, there is going to be a master of Death. you may feel like it is cliche, but i assure you I need a Master of Death to run this story. Won't it be so kick-ass with both Master of Death and Mistress of Time in my story!
Now, time for my lovely reviewers!
To CouldNotThinkOfAName: I really liked your quote about revenge, and I'm gonna put it in the previous chapter. All credits will go to you for suggesting it, of course!
To letonlee: thank you very much! I am really flattered by your comment, and thank you for reading this story!
To Dark-Enough-Conspiracy-Theory: I know right! Naruto and Trixie had a brother sister moment, which are sure gonna come much more in the future chapters! It will be CUTENESS OVERLOAD! XD
To Silvermane1: Thank you. i really appreciate your review.
To xxOchibixx: Yeah, there will be romance, but for you will have to wait for it. i know she's five right now, but that's gonna change soon. And thank you for the pairing suggestion! Though I still haven't decided whom to pair her up with. :D
To Freya: I apologise for my rude behaviour. I shouldn't have behaved like that. Please forgive me. I understand that the facts you point out do have merit, and I really am sorry for so many loopholes in my story, although i am trying to fix it, but clearly i'm doing a very bad job at it. I understand that my story has many flaws, and I really appreciate it if you keep pointing them out so I can try to fix them up -It isn't sarcasm, really. I am being honest- and I am glad that at least someone is helping me fix up the flaws of the story. So, thank you. And, I understand why you're confused about Lord hokage being paranoid about her being spy and all, but remember that the world Trixie has fallen in is a World of Ninjas, where there are prodigies like Kakashi and Itachi who became gennins by the age of five and seven. Why is it hard then to think of a girl as a threat? Let's Think of this situation in his point of view- A girl barely five years old appears out of nowhere in his village, seems to have a T&I specialist wrapped up with her charm, and whenever he assigns any Ninjas to look after her, she somehow tortures them in such a way that they fear her. Pray tell, who won't be suspicious of her after the stunt she pulled every time she hexes some Ninjas? And also, i figured you have a valid point in bringing the fact that Naruto was acting so unlike him in the story, since he needed a five year old to protect him even though he's almost a Gennin. So, i tried to overcome the inconsistency. I hope I did it right. Please enjoy the new chapter and keep reviewing!
Okay, so Thanks again to all the reviewers, and now I have to ask some questions to you. I want you to tel me if I should follow the anime or should I mess it up a bit? And also, tell me who you want to pair Trixie with. You can pick up any one from both Series.
Your options are:
Naruto Series: Kakashi, Genma, Gai, Itachi, Tobi *Any other person you have in mind?*
Harry Potter Series:George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom *Any other person you have in mind?*
tut,tut. Go to the Poll and Start Voting now!
Oh I forgot! You have to read this chapter first! Go on, go on, I won't stop you. but don't forget to review!
"The Elder Wand- the most powerful Wand ever made; The Resurrection Stone; The Cloak Of Invisibility. Together they make the Deathly Hallows. Together, they make one Master of Death."
~Xenophiles Lovegood. (Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows, Part 1)
He could feel their pitying glances. He could see their sympathetic smiles. He could hear their apologetic words. But did it matter to him? No.
She was just another casualty of war, that is what she was for them. Even if they knew she was closer to him, they still couldn't understand why would he care so much about her. She's a Riddle, for Merlin's sake! –that is what they said. But she was so much more than that. So much more.
They didn't know her like he did. Well, he definitely didn't know half of the things that went through her immature mind, but he knew she was much smarter than she let on. She had made everyone believe she was a scatter brain who has hay filled in her skull instead of brain, but he knew she wasn't an airhead like she made herself look to others. She was quite intelligent, maybe much more than even Hermione, and that's saying something. If not, then how come she had pranked Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape and Dolores Umbridge at the same time in his fifth year? Granted, she was furious because she somehow came to know that the pink toad (Umbridge) was using a cursed quill which used his blood instead of ink to write, and how Dumbledore, who had been ignoring Harry purposely, had asked Snape –of all people!- to give him Occumulency lessons, and how Snape –that sadistic bastard!- was purposely making the sessions all more difficult for him, tainting his precious memories with his presence. Being the affectionate sister she is, she pranked the hell out of the three teachers such that she was almost expelled from the school.
He smiled at the memory and gazed at her gravestone, which lay in the same cemetery where his parents graves lay- in Godric's Hollow.
In the loving memory of,
Theodora Elizabeth 'Trixie' Riddle
Born~21 December, 1977
Died~ 2 May, 1998
An amazing daughter, a loved sister,
A loyal friend, a notorious student,
A kick-ass fighter, and one of the best Pranksters
She is the one who never abandoned her friends at their time of need.
Just looking at the gravestone made his blood boil. He wanted to destroy the grave, because he believed she wasn't dead. For Merlin's sake, she was Trixie! The trickster who always got the best of George and Fred, and even Remus and that one time she had also tricked Sirius! She was the Legacy of the Marauders- the 'Marauder Junior'! She was the true heir of Slytherin and 'the Gryffindor Queen'! She was the Granddaughter of Voldemort- the sadistic Bastard who cheated Death so many times with his horcruxes- and sister of the Boy-Who-Lived, the one who had defied Death not once, but twice! How could she die right in front of his eyes when he saw her fall into an abyss of darkness- literally!
But, of course no one would believe him. They think he was traumatised, seeing his sister –his only family- die in front of his own eyes. Why don't they believe him when he says that she isn't dead?! Even if for a second he believes that she is dead, then where the Bloody hell is her body?! Why did he have to bury an empty casket in her grave? Why could no one find her corpse if she is dead? No one had answers for his questions. Why?
Because he was right. She was not dead.
He was there when Trixie had suddenly apparated in front of him when the Killing Curse was shot for him. He heard her scream when the green light hit her in the chest –fair and square- and he also saw some golden grains of sand itching into her skin, giving off her slightly dark skin a golden glow. He saw her eyes roll back to head when she suddenly fell in a giant black hole appearing beneath her. He had screamed her name and wanted to rush over to her, but the hole closed as soon as she fell into it. He had been so enraged that he put all of his magic, and his emotions into one last shot at Voldemort, and that was when Voldemort was finally defeated and killed.
He had thought she will come back soon –because well, it's Trixie we're talking about. She would always joke about going away somewhere peaceful so as Harry's Potter luck may not rub off on her, but she always came back if she ever went away somewhere. But this time, she didn't. And that's why he was worried. No one listened to him when he tried to explain to them, not even his best friends- Hermione and Ron. While everyone was celebrating their victory over the Dark Lord, he was sulking in a corner of Trixie's older Apartment in Diagon Alley. And after several weeks since the day of his victory, he was here now, standing in front of her Grave, which was nothing to him except a mocking reminder that his sister was still missing.
He placed his hand in his pocket and pulled out the item resting in it. He glanced down at it with watery eyes. It was the time turner he had gifted to Trixie in his fifth year. He had found it on the Hogwarts Grounds after his victory in the Last Battle, at the spot where Trixie had disappeared. The hourglass in the middle of the two golden rings was broken, and there were no sand in it. This was the only thing left that he had of her, that reminded him of her. He remembered the way her silky blue hair –which had been brown once- would whip around her when she flew on her broom, or the way her brown eyes looked at him with love and concern. And he also missed the way her lips turned up in a superior smirk when she pulled a prank on any of the teachers or the Slytherins. Or the way her sun kissed skin seemed to stand out against the white snow on Christmas. Or the way she laughed when she tricked Harry into one of her pranks. Or the way she cried when Harry was hurt, even if it was just a scratch. Gosh, he was so lost without her. He truly missed her.
A cold shiver made him snap out of his stupor. He looked down at the ground. The weather was slightly cold because of Autumn, and he could see trees withering their leaves and hence the ground was littered with withered and dry leaves. But the chilling cold setting in his bones was quite unsettling. Why did he feel so unusual at this time of Year in dead Night?
As the coldness creeped up his spine, he could feel someone creeping towards him, slowly. He whipped around his head, and saw a black, hooded figure floating two feet above the ground. At first he thought it was a Dementer, but then he shook that thought off when the black, tattered cloak billowed slightly in the wind, revealing his bony figure –literally, they were bones!- and the black hood turned up slightly revealing a skull for a face. The sight of the figure was so sickening that he wanted to retch out the contents of his stomach. As the bile rose to his throat to puke out his dinner, he forcefully held it back down and pulled out his wand from it's holster and pointed it at the figure.
"I mean no harm, Master Potter." The figure said in a voice that sounded like a whisper against the wind, yet was scratchy but intimidating.
His brows furrowed. "Then why are you dressed like a Fashion show gone wrong?" As soon as the sentence left his mouth, he wanted to bang his head against the wall. He was going insane. Trixie had definitely rubbed off him.
The figure tilted it's skull and asked "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand."
Aw, cute! He sounds like a true Gentleman. – his conscience gushed, sounding suspiciously like Trixie, because he sure as hell knew he didn't bend that way. So now he was having Trixie as his conscience?
Great. Just Great. Either he was spending too much time with Luna, or he was going mad with Trixie's absence. He should really see a shrink.
Harry sighed and said "Sorry, it was just a joke." But then he narrowed his eyes and gripped his wand tighter. "Who are you?"He asked in a stern tone.
"I am Death." The figure said.
"Ha ha. And I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." He said sarcastically.
"No, you're Harry James Potter." The figure said with much seriousness.
The man didn't know a joke when he heard one. Who exactly was he? "I- Wha-?" Harry spluttered, but then he regained his composure. "That was sarcasm, Mister. I know what my name is, you don't need to tell me. What I want to know is your name." Harry asked.
"I told you before. I am Death." He said again in that serious tone.
Harry pursued his lips. The person was quite adamant, he will give him that. Does he think that glamouring his head and hands to look like a skull and wearing tattered robes would make him the spirit of Death? Harry wasn't hit that hard in his head, even if Trixie says so otherwise.
But, what if he was telling the truth? What if it was truly Death? It was an impossible thought, but when had something Possible happened in Harry's Life? His life was full of impossibilities and this would be just another one in a pile of impossibilities, and considering Harry's Potter Luck, he wouldn't doubt if it was truly Spirit of Death in front of him. He sighed, contemplating this idea. If it was truly Death, then perhaps threatening him with a wand won't be the best idea. But what if it was an imposter?
In the end, he decided to lower the wand, but still gripped it tightly in his hand. "Alright," he said, "So, I believe you truly are Death, pray tell, what business do you have with me?"
"I have come to tell you about your duties as the Master of Death." Death said.
"My- What?" Harry spluttered. "What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
Death floated slightly nearer to Harry, his tattered black cloak billowing in air. Death said in a humble, but intimidating voice "Harry James Potter, you have been Chosen as The Master of Death."
Harry's jaw dropped to the ground. "B-But, how is this even possible?!" Harry reasoned. "I dropped the resurrection stone before facing Voldemort, I broke the elder wand and threw it away after my fight, so I assume they are back with you. And if you want your invisibility cloak back, then you can have it too. How come I am the Master of Death when I don't have all of the three hallows?"
Death said in it's scratchy and hollow voice "The elder wand chose you as it's Master, the resurrection Stone was given to you, and so was the Invisibility Cloak which belonged to your family. You had the three Hallows with you before you returned two of them to me. You are the true Master of Death."
Harry rubbed his temple, feeling the need to sit down and think for once as his head started aching because of all the thinking he was doing. Thinking and Strategics was never his forte. It was Hermione's copyright. He was the one to rush in without a second thought. He never thought he would fall in a situation where he'd have to think this deeply for something.
He looked up at the Spirit of Death and said wearily "There was always some twisted sense in your words, Isn't it?"
He could feel Death giving him a wry smile, even though it was impossible to figure it out since his face was literally a skull, not flesh and skin, so there was no telling whether he was smiling or not.
Harry sighed and then asked "So, what does it mean? Being the Master of Death, I mean."
Death bowed his head slightly and said in a humble tone "Being a Master of Death, you have got many more powers and responsibilities. You cannot die by any weapon, injury, illness, curse or old age. You can only die if you wish for it. You can summon me whenever you want, you can sense when someone will die, you can talk to spirits of those who are dead, you can revive someone from death, you can-"
As Death ranted on and on about his powers, Harry's mind blanked and whirled around the last thing he had said. You can revive someone from death. If this is true, then he can revive his parents, Sirius and even Remus! Then he will have the love of his parents, and Teddy won't be an orphan. But when he had talked to them with the help of his resurrection stone during the Battle, they looked so peaceful. Could he tear them away from their peace? Was he really that cruel?
He closed his eyes and sighed. No. He wasn't. Trixie would be so ashamed of him if he did.
His eyes popped open. Trixie! Of course! Now that he is the Master of Death, maybe Death will tell him if Trixie is alive or not. And if she is, then he will find her, and bring her back from wherever she is.
He glanced at the Death Spirit, who was still ranting on and on. Huh, how much responsibility he had as the Master of Death?
"Death," Harry asked, catching the Spirit's attention as he shut his mouth and stared at his Master. "By any chance if I want to know if someone is dead or not, then can you tell me about them?"
Death nodded it's head. "Of course, Master." He said.
Harry's body thrummed with excitement. "So, you can tell me if Trixie is dead or not?" He asked eagerly, and crossed his fingers. Merlin, please let her be alive. Please!
"No, she is not dead." He answered in the same tone.
He did a fist pump. He knew it! She was alive! "So, where is she?" He asked eagerly. "London? Paris? Scotland? New York? Where? Last time she had been on World Tour after she learned to apparate and had ended up in Japan. So where is she now?"
"Master, she is not in this world anymore." Death said with a slight bow.
Harry gave him a confused look. His heart shattered in a million pieces. "But you just said she is not Dead." Harry asked, confused.
"Yes, that's right." Death said with a nod.
"Then why are you saying she is not in this world?" He asked him.
"Because she has ceased to exist in this world." Death said cryptically.
Harry wanted to rip his hair as Death gave him only vague answers. "For Merlin's sake, stop giving me vague answers, and give a direct reply. Is my sister Theodora Elizabeth Riddle, aka Trixie, alive or not!" Harry yelled at Death, and glared at the Spirit.
Death contemplated whether to tell him or not. Then, sighing, he bowed down to his master and answered to the question his Master was asking to him.
"Yes."
It was not every day that she met a kid that could keep up with her Marauder Awesomeness and her brilliant pranks, hence the reason she now saw Naruto in a new light. That boy was like a kid version of Fred and George- without red hair and a sharp brain. That boy had talent, though he could really use some guidance. And Trixie would be honoured to guide him, and that was what she was going to do. After all, she had to choose someone to continue her Marauder Legacy- even if she wasn't in her own world. And of course, she'd love to teach him all what she couldn't teach her own brother. She still never understood how come Harry was the son of THE James Potter? He didn't even act like one. James had been the Pranking King of Hogwarts, and Harry? –Psch, he was a worrywart and a danger magnet- a total opposite of James Potter.
But now, Trixie had another brother to spoil, and she had all the time in the world to do it, literally. The world won't even know what hit it when she'd present the newest Marauder to the World- Naruto Uzumaki, who would surpass even her own records. *Cue some evil laughter here*
Naruto had really been a huge help in pranking those two Ninja teams of Gennins and the two Chunnins- Izumo and Kotetsu. That boy was fast, and that stunt of his in which he turns into a naked Lady –that's pure genius! How come she never thought of that?! She was howling in laughter when the two Chunnins got nose-bleed while staring at a naked Lady with only smoke covering her private parts.
She guess she should feel offended at that little stunt, considering she was a twenty one year old lady and all, but when she was cornered by the two Chunnins and had nowhere to go, Naruto had jumped in front of her and turned into a naked Lady, giving the two guys a nose bleed and knocking them out, leaving Trixie laughing till her stomach ached. And after that, she had been too busy hexing the other two Gennin teams to feel offended about Naruto's little trick.
She was really impressed by Naruto, though. The boy was like a kid high on sugar, and he was fast. He knew how to rile someone up with words, and he knew tricks that could make any novice prankster feel jealous of him. He could be a perfect prankster if he wanted to but maybe that easily came to him because he was a Ninja?
And that was confusing her because if Naruto was a Ninja, then why didn't he defend himself from the civilians the two times she had met him? Now to think of it, it had seemed like Naruto didn't want to defend himself. But why? She could not understand why a Ninja would not defend himself when he was in danger. That made no sense, whatsoever.
Sighing, she looked up at Naruto, who was sitting in front of her, slurping in the noodles –what the heck did he call them? Oh yes, Ramen- at a great speed. Since she didn't have anywhere to go because the Hospital was not an option, and now she didn't trust Anko much, so Naruto offered her to live with him in his apartment. When she had come to his apartment, she had blanched. Not only was his Apartment in the Red Lights District of Konoha, but was on the top floor and was in poorest condition she could ever imagine. It was just one room apartment, including two cupboards, a fridge, a stove on a stand, a table, two small chairs, a bed and a small closet. The bathroom was about the size of Harry's cupboard when he used to live in Durseley's home, with toilet which was in worse condition. The wall's paint was peeling off, and there were many cracks on them. The glass of the window was broken. The apartment itself was quite untidy- used up noodle cups littered the floor, Naruto's shirts and pants were lying neglected and looked filthy, the water dripped down the sink, the bed was unmade and stink horribly, there were cobwebs on the walls of the apartment, and there was a thick layer of dust on everything.
Being a Cleanliness loving freak herself, she pursued her lips in a grimace, pulled out her wand and started shooting spells. Naruto was bewildered as A broom appeared out of nowhere and began cleaning around on it's own. The colour of the walls changed to a light blue and looked new. A quick 'Repairo' fixed up the glass of the window as well as the tap on the sink, the cobwebs disappeared, and the cracks on the walls were repaired, and all the littering ramen cups were thrown in dustbin, and the clothes were collected and dumped in the Bathroom and were cleaning itself, while with a twirl of Trixie's wand the sheets on the bed were changed.
While all of this was going on simultaneously in Trixie's lead, Naruto stood with his jaw hanging to the ground, staring at everything around him in shock as Trixie used her magic. When Trixie was done, she collapsed on the bed, since it took a lot of her magic to perform all those chores and it strained her five year old body. When Naruto came out of his stupor, he treated his guest with Instant noodles, and both of them ate silently –well, as silent as it can be with Naruto making slurping noises and Trixie holding the chopsticks clumsily to eat noodles.
When they were finally done with their supper, Naruto burped and leaned back in content and patted his now round tummy. Trixie shook her head and sent him a disgusted look. With a wave of her hand, their bowls and chopsticks flew themselves towards sink.
Naruto jumped and exclaimed "Wow! I guess I'll never be ceased to amaze by all these cool jutsus you do, Believe It! How come you can do them anyway? For a five year old you are quite powerful."
Trixie tensed her shoulders. She hadn't told him everything. She had only told him about the time she had been in this world. She never told him anything about her past life. She knew she wasn't being fair. Naruto had been nothing but honest with her, and he at least deserved an explanation. Even if he didn't ask one, she felt obliged to tell him, because he was the only one in this new world who was trusting her wholeheartedly and helped her out when she wanted her revenge. That made him first priority in her list, and she couldn't lie to him when he keeps staring at her with those loving and trusting blue eyes of his. She wasn't so cruel to use him like that.
"Naruto, I-" She bit her lip and closed her eyes and squeezed it. Merlin, why was it so hard for her to tell him the truth? She can't tell him the truth, knowing he won't understand much of it. She will have to explain her predicament in an easy manner so he could understand it.
"Theo?" His confused and questioning tone made her open her eyes. Her eyes softened when she looked at the blonde boy who looked at her in concern.
She took a deep breath and said "Naruto, I- I want to tell you something."
He tilted his head and asked in confusion. "What is it, Theo?"
Here goes nothing. She thought as she looked at him and said "Naruto, I am not from around here."
"Then where are you from?" He asked.
She thought- 'How should I put this?' "The place I am from is far, far away from here." She finally said.
He sweat dropped and said "Uh, don't you think that's a very vague description?"
She let her head drop in her hands. This wasn't how she expected this conversation to go. How come she explain it to him when he wasn't making it easier for her?! Ugh! It's so impossible to explain everything to this dunderhead! She'd have to butcher the truth into simpler facts to make him understand it.
She took a deep breath and then looked at him and said "Look, Naruto, even if I tell you the name of the place I'm from, you won't get it because you have never heard of it. It is not anywhere around here, the place where I'm from is not anywhere in the-" She remembered some Nurses talking in the hospital about their continent. What was this world exactly? Ah, she remembered now! "-Elemental Countries. My country is outside the Elemental Countries."
Naruto's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "That's not possible!"
"I am not lying!" Trixie yelled as she scowled and folded her arms and turned away from him.
Naruto shook his head vigorously and said "No! There is nothing outside the Elemental Countries!"
Trixie said angrily. "Just because you haven't heard or seen it doesn't mean it's not there! There are many things in this world that we haven't even heard of, but they do exist!" Just like magic.
Naruto folded his arms and a thoughtful look appeared on his face. He nodded a minute or two later, and then looked at her and said "I guess you're right. I believe you."
"Really?" She asked, surprised.
"Of course," He gave her a foxy grin, to which she smiled.
She cleared her throat and said "Okay, so as I said, I am from outside the Elemental Countries. Someone had attacked by brother, and I jumped in front of him to protect him, but the-" How the hell as she supposed to explain him the Killing Curse? Oh, she remembered another thing about Ninjas she had learnt from her beginning days in this world "-Jutsu went wrong, and somehow sent me here. The Jutsu-" Godric, she had butchered the truth so much that made her want the ground to swallow her. "-also had some side effects, since it turned me into a five year old."
That is the most understandable version of what happened to her. It was quite a good cover story, and quite true in some parts, except the fact that it was not the entire truth.
"Woah wait, you mean the Jutsu turned you into a baby? Then what is your real age?" he asked in confusion.
She gave him a sly smirk and said "I am Twenty one year old."
His eyes popped out of his sockets. "What?! So you mean you're an old lady in a child's body?!" He screeched.
A vein popped over her head as she punched his head, making a bump appear over his head. "Did you just call me an old lady?" She yelled.
Naruto moaned in pain as he clutched the bump over his head. Trixie scoffed and then scowled.
Naruto then sat up, rubbing the bump over his head, and asked her curiously "So, that means you are older than me?"
She nodded. "Yes, I am. By eight years." She said.
He then looked down at his hands, his shoulders were hunched up as he asked her hesitantly "W-Will you go back to your country?"
She gave him a sad smile, which did not reach her eyes. She said "I can't. I don't know how to." Tears threatened to spill down her eyes, but she held them back. She truly wanted to go back, and give Harry a big hug, pull a fantastic prank with George and Lee Jordan, pull Ron's ear, have a girl's day out with Hermione, Ginny, Fleur and Luna, dye Percy's hair pink, have a fancy chat with Bill, sabotaging Neville's plants, and having a family dinner with all of them. But she couldn't. Because she could never go back to her world. She was as good as dead there. Her existence has ceased in that world. Only because she managed to remain alive even after the Killing Curse which she had taken for her brother.
But did she regret that? No. She'd do it again in a heartbeat if it means Harry would be safe.
Naruto pulled her into a hug, and she sobbed as she clutched his orange jacket tightly and wet his shirt and jacket with her tears. He held her up and rubbed her back comfortingly as she kept crying and sobbing for about an hour, when she calmed down, her eyes were rimmed red, and her nose was running.
"I ruined your dress." She said disdainfully as she stared at Naruto's shirt.
Naruto shrugged and said "It's alright, I will just change."
"You do realise that I will have to do the laundry again since you can't do it, right?" She said as she gave him an amused look.
He scratched his head and gave her a sheepish smile. She laughed and hugged him and said "You do know you are awesome, right?"
He scoffed playfully and said "Of course I do!"
She punched his arm playfully, and muttered "Git!"
"Ow!" He glared at her playfully and she just smirked.
A frown appeared on her face when she remembered what she had to ask Naruto. "Um, Naruto, if you don't mind, tell me why didn't you fend off those civilians yourself?"
His eyes widened, and all playfulness was gone from his face. "Wha-what?" He asked, his voice sounding like a kid caught taking cookies.
She rolled her eyes and said "I know you know what I'm talking about. You're a Ninja, Naruto. Why didn't you do something when the Villagers were chasing you, and also when those two drunkards were threatening you? They were civilians,and I'm sure you could have fended off them pretty well, such that you didn't need me. Then why...?"
Naruto looked down with a sad loom on his face. Her eyes softened. Maybe she shouldn't have asked him that. It was his business. Whether he wanted to tell her or not, it was his own choice. She shouldn't have forced him.
"Hey," She said softly as she placed her hand over his shoulder, making him look up at her. She smiled reassuringly at him and said "If you don't want to tell me then it's okay. I am not forcing you or anything."
He contemplated it for a second, and then shook his head and said "No, it's just, I don't know how to explain it to you."
She tilted her head in confusion. He sighed and explained, "Theo, The Villagers have always hated me and given me cold looks since I was born. I don't know why. At first they used to attack me, and beat me up and I was vulnerable to them, but then I joined the Ninja Academy early, and started pulling pranks so they stayed away from me. They ignore me every day, but as October approaches every year they become scary, and violent, and the cold and hateful looks are more when it nears my birthday. And the day of my birthday is worse, that day people shun me out, throw stones from the window, beat me up and threaten to kill me. But I don't understand why they do that. I think it is because people are angry with me because I was born on the day the Fourth Hokage lost his life after killing the nine tailed fox, but I don't understand why they try to kill me. Many a times they've tried to kill me, but somehow the old man always prevented them with those cool masked Ninjas, especially the Ninja with the dog mask. I know they're civilians, and I can retaliate and defend myself, but each time when my birthday nears, their hateful words and cold looks reminds me of all the hateful things I had gone through when I was small, and I become vulnerable again. I- I-" His eyes welled up with tears, and she pulled him in a hug.
Poor boy didn't know that the nine tailed fox wasn't dead, but was imprisoned in his own body. People have to be bloody idiots to torture a boy who was obviously a Hero. If it wasn't for him, then the whole village would've been bathed in blood by now. Trixie squeezed her eyes shut as the memories of Naruto's past whirled around her mind, again.
He was just like Harry. She remembered how Harry was abused by his relatives, but he didn't do anything against it. she never understood why. She believed that those people were Monsters and Harry should do something about them, maybe Retaliate, or maybe pull a prank, but he never did anything. the only thing he did was that he accidentally inflated his Aunt when she had insulted their parents. But that was just a bout of Accidental magic. And even though the Durseley's abused Harry, he still saved Dudley from the Dementers when he was fifteen.
It was unnerving how much similar Naruto an Harry were.
She was there for Harry when he needed her, and she wanted to e there for Naruto when he was vulnerable. And she can't be there for him if she was still in her five year old body.
'Time, you stupid git, if you are listening to me, then please undo whatever magic you did on me and turn me back to my real age.' She thought.
But right now she focused on Naruto, rather then stringing curses on a certain Spirit of Time.
"When is your birthday?" She asked quietly, praying to Merlin that it wasn't anywhere near the day that was quite important for her.
"10th October." He said quietly.
She froze. Shit!
It was her father's birthday, the one whom she didn't know anything about except that his name and his birthday, and that he loved her deeply but never got any chance to even see his own daughter as he vanished six months after her mother was pregnant.
And 10th October was in two days..
"Maybe I am unlucky?" Naruto muttered, making her snap out of her thoughts.
She untangled herself from Naruto and tried to hide the pain and sadness in her eyes with a bright smile. "I don't think so, Naruto!" She said in a sing song voice. "You know why?"
He looked up at her and asked curiously, "Why?"
"Because that is also the day my father was born." She said with a bright smile.
His eyes widened. "What?" He asked.
"That's right!" she said with a chuckle as she ruffled his hair, "If that was an unlucky day, them my father would've never born on it. My father was a great man, and was also the one who is responsible for this awesomeness." She pointed towards herself, making Naruto scoff. Her smile widened as she said "That's why, I believe it's an awesome day!"
All sadness vanished from Naruto's eyes and he gave her a foxy grin and said "Yeah right!"
She laughed and said "Okay, since your birthday is in two days, we gotta have a lot of things to do. We have to do buy new clothes for you, groceries, ingredients for cake, and I also have to find a gift for you." She listed on and on, ignoring the shocked look on Naruto's face.
"You're going to celebrate my birthday?" He asked with his eyes widen.
She gave him a funny look. "Of course, silly. That's what elder sisters do for their brother's birthday!"
His eyes watered, and he immediately tackled her into a hug, cutting off her oxygen supply. "C-C-Can't B-Br-Breathe!" She exclaimed, and when she thought she was about to pass out, he released her from the hug. She took deep breaths and when her breathing turned normal, she glared at him and said "Next time you try to cut off my supply of air, I will hex you into oblivion."
He made a face at her, and she scowled, grabbing a pillow from the bed and threw it straight at his face. She giggled as he spluttered, but then he narrowed his eyes at her and yelled "Pillow Fight!" He grabbed a pillow and made a run at her.
She squealed as she ran away from him, but the apartment was way to small to run anywhere. When Naruto cornered her, he gave her a foxy grin, and his eyes glinting sadistically, making Trixie shiver in fear. Naruto held up the pillow and was about to bring it down on her, but she apparated away with a CRACK!
His jaw dropped and he turned around when he felt a tap on his shoulder, only to be hit by a pillow on his face, again.
"One point for me!" Trixie shouted and fist pumped in air.
"Oh it's so on!" Naruto said as both of them grabbed a pillow and hence started an epic battle of pillow fight.
In the end, both of them fell asleep over each other on the bed, too tired to even move or clean up the mess they created, with the whole room littered with feathers from the pillows whose covers had been ripped apart.
Naruto turned his head to a comfortable position as he snuggled closer to the pillow- which was squishy, warm and quite comfortable. He placed his hands over it to squish it some more so as he could place his head on a comfy position, when he felt it didn't squish the way he wanted it to be. He frowned and opened his eyes, groggily, and turned towards his pillow, but his eyes widened and a scream escaped his lips.
She gasped as she sat up when she heard Naruto scream, and out of instinct grabbed her wand and pointed it around as her eyes scanned the room. When she found no threat, she craned her head down at the blonde boy in question, who had turned bright red, and was scooting away from her, over the edge.
"What the hell, Naruto?" She asked him with a scowl as she rubbed her eyes.
She yawned and stretched her hands, and looked back at Naruto, who has yet to say anything. She frowned. "Cat got your tongue?" She teased him.
She looked confused when Naruto averted his eyes and looked everywhere but her. His face was beet red, and he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Fine, be that way!" She snapped as she pulled up the blanket and sleep back, only to look down and scream whether in surprise or embarrassment, who knew.
The good thing was, looks like the side effect to Time's little stunt had worn off, because she was back to her twenty one year old body- 6'0 height, curvy features, oval face, lush pink lips, mischievous brown eyes and long hair up to her waist.
The only bad thing about this situation- She was truly and utterly naked.
"Pervert!" She yelled at Naruto as she pulled up the blankets up to her neck, to save her left over modesty, and her face turned red.
"I am sorry!" Naruto said as he hid his bright cherry red face behind his hands, too embarrassed to say anything more.
Without wasting any time, Trixie quickly transfigured the blanket into a knee length purple night-robe, and quickly pulled it over her body, and did the buttons over the robe. Sighing in relief, she turned her head to Naruto and said "It's alright, Naruto. I am modest now."
Naruto peeped from his fingers, and sighed in relief when he saw that she was right. He pulled down his hands, and stared at her, though this time in awe and wonder.
"What?" She asked as she tilted her head.
"You're very pretty!" He said.
She blushed a deep red and looked down at her lap, and let her hands run over her brown ha-
Wait, Brown? Again?
Clenching her fists, she cursed the Spirit of Time a thousand times in her mind. What did he have against her blue hair? He returned her to her real age, but the git didn't have he mind enough to change her hair back?
Oh Time's so gonna pay for his slip-up.
Gritting her teeth and holding her chin up, her eyes blazing anger as she screamed-
"TIME!"
