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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 Six:
Madness at Madam Malkin's
"Nothin' teh see there folks! Continue wit' your shoppin'! Have a good afternoon!" Hagrid cried nervously to the wandering eyes and angry stares at the three troublesome tykes Dumbledore held him responsible for.
He respected the gentle old man and everything, but why did he fail to mention these three were so tiring to take care of?
He never knew this blonde named Naruto could be so loud and rude…and such a troublemaker! His female companion Sakura had such a ridiculous split-personality that made the poor half-giant have to stand on his very toes. And the other boy—well, never mind his name—but what a little borne jackass!
Hagrid pushed the three teenagers quickly out of the bookshop after being shouted repeatedly by the old crippled bookkeeper, he did not want to even see half of the mess they made around the store. He spent half of his time chasing from behind the girl who jogging behind and scolding the blonde who was running a race with—WhatsHisName...
They were running and trampling over tall wooden book cases and knocking into neatly stacked pyramids
"You two are so absurd! We've only got half of what's on this booklist!" Sakura exclaimed, ruffling up her hair in frustration and her cheeks were tinted pink. Naruto murmured a 'sorry' and Sasuke growled, cocking his head towards the blonde.
"Blame this blockhead," Sasuke scowled, "I only wanted to get through these months as quickly as possible."
"Well, you didn't have to make a scene and baiting Naruto into a fight!" Sakura shouted in a whisper, "You could have resolved differences in another way!"
Inner Sakura: MEN! What would they do without women in the world! 'Boys equal idiots…'
The pink-haired kunoichi sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingers. She stared at somber-faced sulking Naruto who was looking unhappily at his tattered shorts and his stinging bandaged calf.
"Are you still hurt?" she asked briskly, dusting off her sweater.
"Yeah…yeah, I am. But YOU KNOW WHAT? You can make it all better right here!" Naruto put on the silliest lop-sided smile and pointed his index finger to his lower lip.
A sickening smack intertwine with a blood-curdling cry echoed through the busy streets of Diagon Alley.
"Right, resolving differences, I understand," Sasuke said sarcastically, smirking at the cowering teen-aged injured fox boy and a beet red angry sixteen year old pink-haired girl.
"Who are they Hagrid? They're so different and bizarre," Hermione whispered curiously to her favorite half-giant, tapping her finger on her chin, "Are they wizarding folk like us? Because maybe their life styles are unusual—"
"Put a sock in it, Hermione," Ron told her, making the brunette frown, "You're making him uncomfortable!"
"Er sorry, Hermione, Ron's right," Hagrid murmured, fingering through his leather pouch of money, "I hav got teh be doin' my job, not lounge 'round…now 'cuse me…" the gamekeeper cut in between the redhead and Harry, knocking shoulders with wrists considering his size with everyone around him.
Hermione nodded, the bob of her head was slow and her brown eyes understanding. Hagrid walked off with the damage payment, leaving the trio together outside the door. Harry was looking off in a distance, his green eyes glazed behind the glass lens of his black spectacles. His train of thoughts were momentarily concealed him into a trance. His forehead stung and he became drowsier and hot all of a sudden. His best friends noticed his strange behavior after watching through the pane glass shop window where the little old bookshop keeper was hysterically jumping up and down, screaming a colorful mess of words at a very big and timid Hagrid.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked questionably, watching her best friend snap out of his reverie and turn halfway toward her.
Harry put on a weak smile, shaking off the glazed look in his eyes, "Nothing, nothing's the matter…"
"You lie like a rug, mate," Ron said with an expression on his face from a cross of amusement and confusion. Harry rolled his eyes, mentally slapping himself for ever hiding something from his friends who can easily read him like a book. Well, Hermione can…Ron doesn't often could be seen in the library for enjoyment.
"Alright…honestly, I feel the same as you guys do," the spectacled-clad boy cocked his head in the direction of the three visitors, "I have a strange feeling about them. It's like a…" he trailed off, collecting the right words.
"—a strange aura around them, you mean," Ron whispered uneasily, glancing to the side. He decided to drop that point, murmuring back to his friends, "But never mind about that, they just definitely have a different style in clothing. And haircuts…" he was stilled awed by the great porcupine craziness the blonde had, the rare pink color quality of the girl's, and the spiky chicken back of the raven-haired.
Hermione scoffed, her hands on her hips, "Well, what did you expect, Ron? They are from another country. I think it is a major possibility they have different taste."
"Not to mention, the girl is very pretty," Ron grinned playfully, straightening out his collar and combing back his red hair with his long fingers. The brunette scowled and punched his shoulder. Harry blushed lightly.
"First Fleur Delacour, now her…seems you have a liking for foreign girls, huh?" Hermione accused. Harry raised his brows in amusement.
"Hey, don't blame me for my incurable disease!" Ron said jokily, "Not my fault either that you're just madly jealous—"
"JEALOUS!" Hermione exclaimed, her cheeks red from mortification. Harry and Ron were laughing until the tiny bell collided lightly against the painted blue door, half of Hagrid's huge figure emerged from the bookshop. A stream of curse words that should be censored for the poor minors' ears went out the door as the half giant itched his way out.
"—yes, yes, Mr. Roberts, I understan' perfectly, good day," Hagrid closed the door shut behind him, rubbing his weary beetle-black eyes in relief.
"Wow, Hagrid, babysitting and lying in one day? Life must be wonderful," Ron grinned sarcastically.
"I ain't gonna hav time to be scoldin' ya 'cus I ain't your poor-hearten mum, so I may be just ignorin' 'em crack jokes ya say," Hagrid waved it off and walked past the trio in a tired posture.
"GEEZ SAKURA-CHAN! It was a joke! Don't go around hitting me!" Naruto cried, rubbing his bruised head. Sasuke smirked.
"Then don't go around harassing me!" Sakura exclaimed.
"Harassing! You call that harassing, or whatever bogus—"
"It's not funny Naruto!"
"Funny! You think HUMONGO bumps on my head are funny!"
"Actually, dobe, the bumps seem to be a good look for you," Sasuke snorted, crossing his arms and leaning against the brick wall.
"SAY THAT AGAIN SASUKE-TEME! I DARE YOU!" Naruto shouted back, "I SWEAR I'LL BREAK YOUR FACE—"
Inner Sakura: Break his face! WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT! 'Naruto never threatened anyone like that before…he can't be serious!'
"Haven't you broken enough things, baka?"
"O-o-o-o-o-o-o-oh! You're getting it now jackass!"
Sasuke smirked. Sakura shot him a panic look. The blonde bent his back, crouched his legs that his eyes were directed to the cobbled ground underneath him. He flexed his fingers, groaning at the pleasurable pain that rushed into his pumping veins. Only when Naruto emitted a deadly aura around him, spurts of vast chakra escaped out his pores did Sasuke tensed and take a nervous step back. Sakura squealed a small squeak and covered her trembling lips with her pale hand. Sasuke grabbed her arm, never letting his dilated onyx eyes off this freak.
Naruto's electric blue eyes was tainted bright red-orange, his whisker scars curved with his gaping snarling mouth, his jagged teeth coated with froth sharpened—
Then Hagrid stepped in unnoticeably.
"Okay, tykes! Two more shops to be gettin' at, den an ol' ice cream break!" Hagrid chuckled, the small pit of anger in him from before disappearing. He looked down at Naruto, who immediately let his scary silhouette go and staggered on his feet, then at pale Sakura and His-Name-He-Does-Not-Remember who had his hand grasped on her arm, then back again. The half giant raised a furry worm of an eyebrow in question.
"Tykes may be actin' weird or normal, not dat I can be tellin'," Hagrid murmured loud enough for the shinobis to hear, deciding to ignore their queer behavior. The three teenagers behind him peeked at the trio in curiosity.
"Yes, Hagrid-san," Sakura whispered, breaking the awkward pregnant silence, "We'll get going…"
"Y-yeah…" Naruto mumbled. Sasuke nodded, releasing his killer grip on the kunoichi's bicep.
"Alright, Hermione! You, Harry, and Ron be takin' Sa-kura and…er, him—" Sasuke's eyebrow twitched, "—to Madam Malkin's, firs', I'm gonna be havin' a talk with Naru-to 'ere," Hagrid smiled a mysterious smile that only the foreign kids would know.
Ron scowled, "Aw, man! Hagrid! We just went there! You just unleashed Hermione's hormones—"
"What about my hormones?" Hermione asked in a deadly tone, staring at the redhead with eyes that could kill. Ron gulped. When she averted her eyes to the two newcomers, she put on a smile.
"Come on, I'll show you where to get the Hogwarts uniforms!" she piped, dragging along Sasuke and Sakura with Weasley following shortly after.
The Potter boy was about to walk after them, but he cast an unknowing look at his giant friend and the blonde. He had an uneasy feeling at the pit of his stomach but left to give the two privacy.
"—you should report this to Dumbledore—" were all that Harry heard. He was confused. What was there to say to the Hogwarts Headmaster?
When Naruto and the gamekeeper saw the others exiting, Hagrid turned to the blonde with a knowing frown.
"Sum ding happenin', boy…what's wrong?" the half giant asked in a half-tone. Naruto screwed his face into a pout.
"N-nothing…"
"Ya should be not lyin', Naru-to."
"Nothing's wrong!" Naruto muttered, crossing his arms. His mouth twitched, "I guess…I'm just unfamiliar of Britain…"
For one short moment, the fox boy thought he saw the teenager with the awful hair and glasses turn around. But he decided to ignore it. He wanted to find more ways to convince the giant.
"Britain seems a lot colder than Japan. That might be it…I mean, I hate to insult the land you live in, but—"
"Maybe you should report this to Dumbledore, I might not like dealin' wit sum ding I'm not familiar wit," Hagrid interrupted, talking a bit louder than before.
"To the old man!" Naruto retorted, "I don't need more security during this mission, I have you know that! I'm fine!"
"I be hopin' so…buh just be makin' sure of your health—no, don't be interupptin' me—but if you needin' any 'elp, just drop by my small place at the school grounds," Hagrid smiled lightly behind his untamed mass of beard, "Ain't hard to miss, always be standin' by the 'saken Forbidden Forest. Fang be dere on guard, anyway! Also I teach classes, so I mite know sum dings…"
Naruto nodded, not understanding the way he talked but he understood anyhow. He murmured his thanks.
Hagrid grinned, pushing the blonde towards the direction of the cloaks shop. "Let's be goin'! We be needin' to pick up your clothes!"
"My clothes?"
"'course! You be needin' uniforms anyway now you be joinin' Hogwarts! Also, mite I addin', that good ol' Dumbledore has made some personal favors on your 'half…"
Girls love shopping, as so Ronald Weasley had always known. The moment Hermione and that cute girl stepped into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions Shop, the bushy-haired teenager immediately grabbed Sakura' wrist and pulled her inside. What ever happened to the smarty-pants that Ron always knew? Where is the girl who was always too-smart-for-her-own-good, the motherly figure in their little trio, the tomboy in Hogwarts, the well-known person who mastered in getting an impossibly clean school record, the spew girl?
Oh bloody, he hoped that girl had more brains than engaging those foreign wizards into her nonsense club.
The redhead sat back down on the bench against the cream-colored wall by the door, where a few bored-out-of-their-mind husbands sat down with heavy bags in their hands when their hectic wives go about the stores searching chaotically for clothes. He propped his and the other's shopping bags on the right of him, and stared boringly at the ceiling.
The robes shop was covered with bargain-hunting women who were either gossiping or setting their claws on the clothing every other female lionesses had their sights on. Different colors and sizes of dress robes, cloaks, shoes, ties, bow ties, feathered hats, derbies, blouses, dress pants and shirts, stockings, socks, belts, shawls, scarves, jackets and coats, and undergarments were all set out for hawking.
Uchiha Sasuke was leaning against the corner of the store letting his dark tresses cover his eyes in the most mysterious way while ignoring the young cashier with curly auburn hair who was giving him repeated quick glances.
Harry Potter was walking around with Hermione and Sakura, staring at the back of her rosette petal hair.
Ron Weasley was still sitting on the bench holding on that miserable look on his freckled face like the few of men sitting next to him. He cast a few looks at the cute cashier.
Haruno Sakura followed the bushy-haired girl around, not knowing what to do. Ever since infamous sadist Morino Ibiki-sensei took her into his ward two years ago, she had not been able to concentrate on manicures and shopping from all the paperwork at the Head Department of Torture and Interrogation. She would not even mention the many times her mother and Ino had literally drag her out of the house just to go to the salon.
Hermione Granger was happier now that a girl could help her, that's if she isn't another Parvati and Lavender clone.
She was about to show her a teal green dress off the rack until Hagrid and the blonde came in. Sakura tensed a bit but relaxed when she saw that same signature foxy smile on her teammate. Sasuke grunted when he entered and made his entrance to meet up with that giant who couldn't remember his name.
They walked over to the cashier, Hagrid pushed his forefinger on the tabletop bell twice. An eighteen year old woman emerged from under the desk with a box of colored thread and spools, and a long piece of yellow measurement tape encircled around her neck and shoulder. A few sewing needles clipped on the front of her gray work apron. She blushed embarrassingly at Sasuke of her appearance, combing her short curls over her head.
"Hello again, Quince," Hagrid greeted the young cashier with the short curly auburn hair.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hagrid," Quince said with a smile. But more of that sweet smile was concerned for the Uchiha. "So what can I do for you today?" The cashier quickly slipped a magazine catalogue from her apron pocket, and opened it up to a page. "We have sales on our seasonal cloaks and—"
"No, no, I just need Madam Malkins for now," he pointed his chubby sausage index finger directing to the shinobis, "Naru-to, Sa-kura, and the other one, be needin' measurements for der uniforms."
"Of course," Quince said, still smiling, a bit disappointed that she wouldn't be able to associate with the awfully cute boy.
The three shinobis entered into a room behind navy blue curtains patterned with yellow stars and crescent moons. It was a big hexagonal room detailed with orange and red drapes hanging around the wooden trimmings, half a dozen sets of eight foot silver framed mirrors were adjusted next to each small vacant dressing room. Floating candles and independent spinning spools of expensive shiny thread made use of themselves in the six corners.
A tall elegant middle-aged woman with wavy newspaper hair walked in behind one of the orange drapes with a clipboard, rectangle spectacles, and clad in a deep purple robe that trailed behind her. She was many inches taller than Sasuke who stood at a good five feet and eight inches, on top of her head was a towering violet witch hat with a peacock's feather. The woman was murmuring random words through her lips, twirling a long quill in her nimble fingers that was covered with assorted glass rings.
She seemed so enticed in her reading and writing down measurements on her small sketch of a dress robe that she nearly walked passed them.
She noticed a flash of primary colors next to her, twirling around that her long locks and robe twisted with her quick movement. She cocked her slender black brow and slipped her rhinestone-studded feathered quill in her shirt pocket. She walked up to them with specific motions and stared down at them skeptically.
"Yes, yes, you are the children that Dumbledore sent to my establishment," she spoke in a fast professional voice. Her sharp eyes averted to many parts of their bodies, her puckered mouth screwed into a thin scowl.
"WHY! Oh why?" she exclaimed, shaking up the already awkward atmosphere. She grabbed a handful of Naruto's plait shirt, pulling in and out, staring at the invisible stitches and breast pocket.
"HEY!" Naruto let out a cry, shaking her hand off.
"Fishnet! Torn pants! NOPE! That would not do!" she nearly ripped his shirt off, then moved off to Sakura. The crazed woman bent her back incredulously and fussed over the blue jeans she wore. Sakura jumped out of the way when she scratched her nails against her leggings.
Inner Sakura: HELP! PERVERT! 'We're supposed to be picking out clothes, not for you to be touching us inappropriately!'
"WHAT kind of fabric is that! Too tight! And rough! Bad for skin, young lady!" she scolded, sticking her face in front of her widened green eyes. The woman was so fast she shot out her long arm and grabbed the top of Sasuke's head.
Sasuke staggered on his feet when she shook up his raven hair. The woman was appalled. Well, much less than the shocked trio.
"What the hell are you doing! Let go of my head!" The number one rookie of Konoha snarled.
"Too much black! Too dark! You can suffocate in the sun, boy!" The woman nearly threw the Uchiha aside, briskly and sternly scribbling words on her clipboard. Scared Sakura, angry Naruto, and pissed-off Sasuke were crouching on the floor, huffing and puffing hot air.
"Who are you!" the shinobis demanded.
The woman twisted around, her robes and hair flowed around her like a tornado with raised brows and a dropped jaw.
She stabbed a palm at her heart and scowled professionally, "Who am I? Who am I, you ask? I am Madam Malkins! Owner, proprietor,and sole founder of Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions Shop located at prestigious Diagon Alley! I am the woman, the pioneer, for the perfect clothing and the styles of today's global wizarding fashion world! And you ask me who am I?"
"Geez, we don't need a ballad," Naruto muttered. Madam Malkins pretended not to listen.
"Off you go! I haven't got the time for rebels in my shop! But a favor for Albus Dumbledore is an honor to Madam Malkins!"
She stalked forth to the three teenagers and grabbed the backs of their collars. They were squealing and screaming outrageously of her scary behavior when she threw them separately into each of the orange curtained dressing room. Team Seven pulled open their drapes but she closed them immediately with a brandished wand. They scowled and tip toed on their balls of their feet to look over the opened wooden trimmings to see what the hell was going on.
Madam Malkins clapped her hands, five young ladies wearing gray aprons like Quince's walked in with bolts of soft fabrics and assortments of cloaks, dress shirts, and trousers. Six more women walked out and in twos, went inside the dressing room with measurement tapes. There were screams and words of shouts and protests. The six women came out with three pieces of papers of measurements.
'T-they violated me!' thoughts went passed their minds, as the shinobis peeked out of the openings.
The women encircled around the tall manager, a few left. Madam Malkins walked passed each woman, picking each handful of clothes and throwing the first set at the faces of the shinobis who hit the floors on their behinds.
"Try them on quickly! Time is Galleons!" Madam Malkins kept repeating, as she took out a pair of scissors and measurement tape and cut the patterns of fabrics held up the hired women.
The three in the dressing rooms hesitantly dressed fast as quick as the snipping sounds of scissors soared through the air. Before they could finish buttoning up the last buttons, the young girls stuck a hand in the rooms and dragged them out for the hysterical woman to see.
"You're now wearing outdoor attire, fit for the wizarding world!" Madam Malkins proclaimed.
Naruto, who was astonished at his look, was in a dark blue cloak with two orange stripes down his back, orange dress shirt, navy pants, blue belt, and hideous leather shoes completed with small heels. 'HOLY COW!' he screamed in his mind.
Sakura, whose pink hair was fumbled around her waist, was wearing a plum violet cloak, lavender dress shirt, white knee-length skirt, flowery string belt, knee-length violet socks, and the same shoes as Naruto's. The author is not even going to mention what Inner Sakura is saying now.
Sasuke, who was still pissed off, stepped out in a dark green cloak, gray dress shirt, black pants, green leather belt, and the dorky shoes both his teammates had. Of course, no one could penetrate what's going on in the Uchiha's mind now.
"Whoa Sasuke-teme! You're actually wearing something other than blue and black!" Naruto teased while Sakura gawked, actually witnessing this miraculous beginning. Sasuke scowled.
With a wave of Madam Malkin's hand, the women forcefully pushed the shinobis into the dressing rooms. A cry of pain was heard from them. They threw a shower of clothes into the trimming opening.
"Change! Hurry up!" the woman cried.
By the timed sundial watch on Madam Malkin's wrist, the workers pulled them out again.
"This is the indoor attire! You have to look good inside too!" the manager of the robes shop smirked.
Naruto was in a warm long-sleeved form-fitting thin mandarin sweater, a white undershirt with its collars messily folded around the neck line, gray trousers, and a different shade of brown leather shoes. The demon in him screamed like a little girl.
"Is this what you people wear? I look like a dork!" Naruto cried, flailing his hands.
Madam Malkins put on a shrewd face, "Boy, if you're asking for a stunning, I'll do it without the wand."
Sakura stumbled out in a red buttoned up blouse that tailed around her thighs, winter berry ankle-length skirt with a slit at the side, and maroon leather shoes. She stood awkward in front of Madam Malkins who was busy using her wand to magick several needles into sewing in the stitches of a certain cut-out patterned fabrics.
Sasuke, shoving the blushing worker's hand off his arm, was wearing a beige long sleeved sweater with a black spade print at the corner, with a white undershirt with its white collars folded neatly around the sweater, 'dark blue that could pass for black' and 'matched his hair' trousers, and black leather shoes. He slipped his hands into the pants pockets in frustration.
Madam Malkins nodded; the three disappeared back in orange curtains before the young women could push them in like the last few times. They changed quickly as possible when the next set of clothes were thrown on them and walked out before the manager was able to shout them off.
"Oh good! You three now know of my expectations!" Madam Malkins laughed sickeningly sweet to herself, "This last set of clothes is your school uniforms!"
Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke turned to each others, checking their clothes and the way they looked.
The three were wearing the same black cloaks that fitted perfectly for them, the same white dress-shirts, gray sweater vests, black pants for boys and black skirt for girl, gray knee-length socks, and matching black leather shoes. Only difference was their ties.
Naruto fingered his orange tie, Sakura pressed her hand against her red tie, and Sasuke just glared at his blue tie. A young worker passed out two badges each for them. One was for Hogwarts Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the other—
"Konoha Institute of Magical Chakra?" the three tykes said at the same time, reading the small fine print.
"That's our schooling area…" Sakura said, not out of questioning, her fingers pressed against the red and silver badge.
"Those badges I have specifically made out of my own designs can be quite convincing…" Madam Malkins said in an amused voice, "Albus Dumbledore had the name, I had nothing to do with it of course, but it does come off the tongue smoothly."
"So you know…" Naruto whispered, "About us, about Konoha, about the m—"
"Of course, I know!" Madam Malkins cried, interrupting him when the young female workers around the hexagonal room became clearly curious, "I'm one of his most trustworthy accomplices! You can surely say I have many contacts, even some that can make your hair curl."
'She's part of the Order…' Sasuke said in his mind, folding his arms in a cross.
"Now get back into the dressing rooms, and hurry up and change back into your Muggle clothes!" she said in a bit of disgust. She was not a fan of non-magic folk fashion. Especially shinobi.
"Are they done yet!" Ron whined, moaning in boredom while watching bemused at Hermione who was frustratingly finding dress robes her size. Harry yawned and Hagrid was conversing with the cashier Quince. Or the other way around, the young cashier drilling questions into the sweat-dropping gamekeeper about the handsome raven-haired boy.
The blue curtains were pulled aside by two female workers, Madam Malkins walked out with three white boxes, and followed shortly behind were the Uchiha, the Uzumaki, and the Haruno. The Fan, the Swirl, and the Spring were struggling with their bags of newly bought clothes. They were also eyeing the white boxes the crazed manager was holding.
"Seventeen Galleons, two Sickles, and…twelve Knuts, each, please," Quince counted up quickly when she peered into each of their bags. She blushed at the sight of Sasuke's assortment of clothes.
"No, no, no, already taken care of, Miss Adams," Madam Malkins said, chortling. She pushed each white box into separate bags and handed them over to the tykes.
"On the house, from your's truly," she winked, passing the last box to Sakura. The pink-haired girl noticed one of the woman's unique glass rings was missing from her nimble thumb. Madam Malkins took a mute notice of the girl's questioning emerald eyes, ignored it and just waved them off. Ron was the first to shoot out of the door.
"Come back another time, children!" she exclaimed in a voice that made them all flinch.
To Be Continued