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Penname: LiveLoveLaugh

FanFiction Story: Magical Chakra

Summary: NarutoHP Xovr When Team Seven has been sent to Hogwarts School, they meet up with the Boy Who Lived, experience new wild rides in a new place, and go on incredible adventures of a lifetime.

Chapter Three:

Crazy Broom Ride

"Harry? Ron? What do you two think?" Hermione Granger took a magenta dress robes off a rack and placed it in front of her, wanting the boys' answers. She smiled and spun around with the dress and hanger.

"Um...we're not fashion geniuses, Herms," Ron Weasley chuckled nervously, scratching his flaming red hair.

"I agree, sorry," Harry Potter sat uncomfortably on a cushioned bench next to his red-head friend in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions shop. Obviously since hormones kicked in, their girl companion was slightly obsessed with robes and dresses all of a sudden. Hermione sighed deeply and slipped the pretty dress robes back in with the others.

"Sometimes I think I need a girl friend to help me out," Hermione muttered, waiting for the boys to pay for their Hogwarts uniforms. She bowed down her head, the bushy brown bangs fell to her eyes and the end strands curled with her shoulders, she blinked her dark brown eyes. She wore a simple Muggle outfit for the weekends, a big purple sweatshirt with a hood and jeans.

"We're sorry if we can't help you in 'girl world'," Ron picked his bags off the cashier counter and walked off with her. Ron had hazel brown eyes, flaming short red hair, and freckles that scattered across his face. He wore an old hand-me-down yellow and maroon striped sweater and old trousers with his navy blue cloak over his shoulders.

"How about Ginny? Parvati or Lavender? Can't they help you?" Harry suggested, giving his best. His green eyes that he inherited from his mother Lily shined with kindness and care, his ruffled up point-black hair had got even messier, his dark-rimmed spectacles perched close to his eyes on his narrow nose bridge, and underneath the tangled bangs hid a skinny lightening-bolt scar on the right side of his forehead.

"Them? No, Ginny has friends of her own from her year; Parvati and Lavender are sort of..." Hermione looked up into the clear blue sky; a flock of geese flew over the many roofs.

"Bitchy? Self-absorbed, possibly too girly?" Ron joked.

"Yeah, that's it!" Hermione laughed, making the others do the same.

Suddenly Harry stopped walking and stood there, stunned. Hermione and Ron stared at him.

"What's wrong Harry?" they asked.

"NARUTO!"

The trio twisted their heads around, actually everyone who heard that voice turned around; a blur of orange and yellow came at them fast.

"DUCK!" someone screamed.

No need to be told twice when Harry and his friends immediately fell to their knees, dropping everything on the cobbled ground, and covered their heads.

Harry looked up when a full blast of air pressure passed by them, which was dangerously close to his head, and saw—

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"NARUTO, YOU BAKA! COME BACK HERE!"

"THEIF! BRING BACK THAT BROOM!"

"AHHHHH—HELLPPPP MEEEEE-uh!—AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"DOBE!"

It was a teenager boy around Harry's age with one hand on an uncontrollable broom that took him over the rooftops, around the chimney pipes, scattering the small tiles down at the panicking people who were screaming and pointing at him. The shopkeepers were shooting up spells with their wands to try and stop the broomstick from creating mayhem, but kept missing and shot up into the sky. The boy screamed louder and squeezed his eyes, never wanting to fall down.

When the broom made a sharp turn around the café and robe shop, it went straight at Harry, Hermione, and Ron again. Hermione and Ron's hairs on the back of their necks stood on its ends, and they duck. But Harry's conscience got the better of him so with his reflexes he snatched the back of the boy's orange plait shirt and the Boy Who Lived took off.

Flying with the blonde boy and the broom, Harry soared round and round the many shops and the chimney pipes, knocking the tiles with his foot, his shoe and glasses slipped off and landed in someone's hands. Now everything is a blur.

Harry's grip on the shirt loosened and he fell down from midair into a strong pair of arms. He could barely see, as the blurry blob of a brown figure was talking to him and the sunlight bouncing off the windows was shining in his eyes.

"Harry! Are yeh alright!" it sounded...too familiar, it was—

"Hagrid!" he exclaimed, he could vaguely imagine the smile on the gamekeeper's face when he let him down. Someone placed something in his hands, when Harry felt the lens of his glasses; he quickly put them on and stared at who gave them to him.

It was a girl. No, no ordinary girl. She was too pretty to be an ordinary one, with long pink hair like ribbons dangling from her head touching her shoulders, with emerald green eyes with fear and concern staring into his. Her eyes looked...almost like his. Harry accidentally blushed and was about to thank her until a black blur pushed him away.

Harry fell backwards on his bottom and saw a towering dark figure above staring off. His obsidian black eyes glittering in the sunlight, his pale face stern and emotionless. The broom almost crashed into him if he didn't push him away.

"Thank me later..." he whispered, running to where Naruto was headed for and pushed another person out of the way. His movements were somewhat fast...very fast.

Harry switched his eyes to the blonde with his hand on the broom. For some reason he wasn't afraid, instead he had a smirk. He saw the pink-haired girl scream, "NARUTO! LET GO NOW!"

The boy, as he could see, nodded and releases his grip from the broom. He fell off as the broomstick flew on its own accord; he made an amazing back flip and landed safely on the stone ground from such a height. The blonde boy had the brightest blue eyes the Boy Who Lived had ever seen, glinting with manic, his giant grin spread on his peach face.

"Naruto! Are you okay!" the pink-haired girl asked loudly. The boy whom Harry took was named 'Naruto' nodded quickly and kept staring at the broom which acted independently without any magic to command it. Or was it tainted with?

"This is ridiculous! Am I not a witch!" Hermione cried loudly, frustrated and took out her wand from her cloak pocket and pointed directly at the broom's movement.

"Immobilius!" she screamed. A spark of blinding blue light cast off her wand raised in the midair struck the broom making it stop at a halt before it hit a cowering old woman and her scared granddaughter, making it float around like a dangling chew toy.

To Be Continued