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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.

AN: Sorry for the late due. I had other things to do. I decided to split the last chapter into two. I understand it was too long. I figure that would be the last flashback. I sit here on my computer chair, chewing on a Hershey's chocolate bar and my fingers poised over the keyboard. Here's the new chapter. Um, you would need to read into this one. For those who had read my story a long time ago, like the last time I updated, I left bits and scraps of clues all around each chapter, I'm sorry if you do not understand what's happening. Sadly, that's all I can leave out in this box. Please have a good read.

Chapter Thirteen

London Bridge is Falling Down

Rap for me.

Rap for the soul of life.

Rap for the loved ones.

Rap for the soon to be gone.

For the soon to come.

Rap for me, hon.

Things start to change, things to mix, more than the others could have realized, the audience would just need to grasp on this journey, and take in as much as they could when things start to turn over, when things start to come about in a way they never expect. When they got to understand the way of movement, the way of gravity, how everything falls on them. How everything falls together. They have to never forget. They have to love it. They have to grasp it. They have to know what's being expected and what's being unexpected. Sure take a dare, take a few breaks in your meaningless life, but run away, please, if you're ever tired. Because you'll only get squashed in the end.

Peace, man.

(A week ago)

The stench of blood had tinged the air, the fluttering of the frightened night birds had screamed and flew away. Her hand was drenched with the sin she had now carried with her. But like any sinner, she would worry about her sin later. She watched when his limp body of the driver had fallen against the leather steering wheel with his waxen face and bloodshot eyes behind those sunglasses, warm shed blood dripped from the front of his black coat. Dead before he had landed she had noted through lifeless brown orbs of hers. With a gaping mouth of his, she could have seen a stream of silvery white had risen from his parted bloody lips into midair, disappearing. She smiled inwardly, already seeing his soul arise into heaven.

Yes, he deserved to be in heaven, live amongst those who are innocent and pure.

She grimaced slightly, a sudden shadow had taken over her heart. She winced as she hunched her shoulders, feeling that void in her chest. That feeling she had always hated…always loved…

The young maiden dropped the cool deadly metal of the gun she held in her right hand, making a thud on the dirt ground. She left the car door open, letting flies settle on the gray skin of the poor corpse and walked fluidly towards the window where a weeping sobbing infant, awaken by the firearm's shriek, and laid crying.

The maiden picked up the small body in her arms and walked towards her destination, faraway from the abandoned car and driver, faraway from the life she had always hated with her entire being. She needed a safe route, watching the footprints of her heels carefully. The baby still cried when she entered into the forest by the empty road.

She had stride through thick leaves and branches of the trees, until she came to a clearing surrounded by a deep singing river and a strong wooden bridge built over the waters. She smiled, being here for a while.

The baby was still weeping.

The night, she thought tonight was a beautiful night.

The air was supple and moist, for hours she sat by the bridge and river. The young maiden breathed into the wet smells of the forest and running water gliding through the boulders. She smiled softly to herself, that thin grin that graced her dry lips with a peeling skin at the corner. It was cold, the wind had hit across her lean and tall body like blows. Even when it hurt, it did not hurt her. All she felt was this numbing pain that seeped through her chest, making her cough awhile and simpered for a glass of water. But no, her maid was not here to care for her. She crawled from out of her seating spot near a soft moss patch after sitting down for a while when the infant was hungry. She popped back on some of her pearl buttons of her modest gray dress, lacing her slender fingers through her light flaxen hair that blew in her face.

With the little emperor in her weak limbs, she quickly threw back on her gray coat and tied the attachments carefully.

She stood up carefully, her feet felt as though it had pierced her endlessly when ever her heels had clicked against the dry dirt. She felt the trailing long braid of hers drag against the back of her knees through the thick fabric of her woolen cloak. She felt the weight at the back of her head, that long golden braid which she had never cut. All she heard was the baby's little noises and the water of the flowing river.

She gently cooed to her baby cradled in her nimble arms, the baby with fair white skin and rosy cheeks spilling with whimpering tears streaming from the lids of his blue eyes. His mouth was wet from his sweet meal, and his skin was slightly sweaty from being so wrapped up in all those rich clothes. He gurgle spittle from his little plump lips, when she leaned in close she breathed into his scent of powder and breast milk. The baby was tired, he was exhausted.

The young maiden couldn't admit to that. She lifted part of the flap of the blanket he was hugged in, picking up her boy's little hand she felt as his pure blue eyes of his father's had closed as he fell asleep, she curled her long finger in his small grasping fingers and she felt him tug slightly. She looked helplessly at him with her eyes of dull brown.

And smiled at that. Tonight is a good night.

She stepped onto the creaking wooden planks of the bridge, the baby safely in her arms, and she slowly slipped on her rosary. She loved children, she loved all her children. She loved this baby. She loved the other children who were not hers in the house. She loved the ladies of the court. She loved her dead mother. She loved her dead father. She loved her faith. She loved her dear merciless God. With intense anger dwelling in her dying heart, she repressed the idea of love when she thought of him.

No, she hated him. She despised him. That man should have died instead of her children.

She should have killed him instead of her children.

She stood over the bridge, the glimmer of black and blue had veiled through the night, the beautiful night. She saw the running waters of the river through the hedges of the strong overriding bridge, she smelled the baby's scent. She thought of the roses, her namesake, back at the pink rose gardens of the house she could not call home. If she would see that pink again, she would die with that color of pink. But she did not wear pink, she did not wear any of the beautiful colors of white and yellow. She grasped the hand with the rosary over her bosom, concealing her heart, concealing her blood and life. She remembered that pink.

She would always remember the roses.

And the moment when she threw the baby into the river.

(A week later)

He shoved the last of the luggage in the upper compartments, snapping shut on the metal clasps of the hard wooden shelves. Naruto bit his lip eagerly when he watched his male teammate do that, sure he did just enough, but it was always fun to watch Sasuke-chan struggle with so much weight all at once. Sure it was tiring for the Uchiha bastard, but even more tiring for him to speculate the mistakes he made. The blonde leaned the wall board, next to the sliding glass door, while he was eating his oh so precious ramen bowl with the hot water he ordered from that nice lady at the end of the train. He ripped off the top and smacked his lips when the waft of shrimp and instant miso came into his comical round nostrils.

"Ah! I miss ramen!" Naruto cracked open a pair of splintery chopsticks, washing them within the palms of his hands.

"ITADAKIMASU!" he chirped, digging in already.

The female watched, from across the train compartment, with an exhilarated sigh, clapping her knees on her knees boringly. She really hated the school uniform, she didn't like wearing so much black and white all the time. It reminded her too much of a personal newspaper, on the front page of a candid shot of the day. Sakura scrunched in her seat next to the window when Sasuke stepped off the bench after pushing their heavy suitcases together in the upper shelves.

"There," he grumbled, a little nasty that the blonde didn't help at all, "We still have enough room to stuff the dobe in."

"Hey! I resent that!" Naruto exclaimed, the spittle of instant miss soup stained his mouth, "I actually did help, but I didn't want to because you were doing such a great job already."

"I had to pack in your two luggage bags full of instant ramen with the rest of your other suitcases," Sasuke muttered angrily, "I'm just curious whether or not you bought your clothes."

Naruto grinned, and began to fire back at Sasuke. While the boys were busy bickering at one and other like little children over toys and candy, their lone female companion stared aimlessly at the window. She saw passing fields of green pastures and blue tinted mountains behind the moist fogged glass pane, with escalating gray skies. A flock of dark birds spread their lengthy wings soared over the foggy sky in a shape of an arrow. She leaned in close, to create a breathy fog on the pane. It was a cold and gloomy day, the goosebumps had brushed over her paling skin as she squeezed the warm cloak around herself. The train was already moving at a quick pace, she felt the seat was quivering slightly that drove to chatter her teeth slightly. She had ridden on a train a few times before, but this one…

…it was different…

"Sakura, tell him I'm right!"

"Oh shut up."

Somehow, it was just…eerie…

"Hey? You okay?"

She felt like something was going to happen…

"Hellloooo? Earth to Sakura…?"

"Achoo!"

"Would you please be quiet, Bee? I can't concentrate…"

"Darn cold got into my nose…you got a hanky?"

"Pfft, here," a handkerchief was held in a gloved hand, "…either that or someone's talking about you…"

The speech the Heady Boy was giving was quite long and boring, some parts repeated over and over again until the words were buried in his head that drove him crazy. He glanced at the foggy window, just dreaming of flying on his broom. But his daydreams went away when every short moment, the brunette had to poke him to return to reality. He was literally going crazy, his hands were shaking from the cold even when the heaters were full blast. He stood next to Hermione and his sister, who was also appointed a prefect. He remembered when his mother stole the mickey when she heard the good news, and had bought her daughter several new school books and a new lavender dress gown. The red and gold badge on her black cloak was glimmering, Ginny looked absolutely flushed when she was standing with the crowd of perfects in a compartment with tables of butterbeer and Cauldron Cakes.

Through his hazel eyes, from the long itchy red bangs, a tall towering figure stood before him. He wasn't really paying attention, since he was nearly falling asleep. What were in his mum's eggs? His stomach was kind of fuzzy now, he rubbed consciously. Something nudged at his arm.

"What?" he growled quietly at the bushy-haired girl next to him. Then he sensed irritation a short distance away.

Oh, wait, the Head Boy's about to say something…

"—so I would need you, Ron, and you, Hermione," the gestures of his index and middle finger passed over at the two prefects, "I putting the two of you in charge of the new students on this express, I would need you guys to escort them to Professor Dumbledore before the feast and to report back to the Great Hall. Is that clear?"

"Wait a minute, who are these new students I'd been hearing so much about?" Padma asked, leaning against the opposite wall, "Everyone's seem to be whispering nonstop about them…"

"Ah, of course," the Head Boy clapped his hands together, "Professor McGonagall has informed me that we would be needing to know about this sort of gossip, per say…the transfer students are three oriental blokes from Japan, they come another magical school called Konawa Foundation of Mimicking Catra—"

"Actually, its Konoha Institute of Magical Chakra," Hermione corrected, "I had a talk with one of them before we boarded."

"Er, yes," he coughed, adjusting his voice quickly, "Thank you, Hermione," he quickly pulled out a parchment from his cloak pocket, unrolling it to read the fine handwriting, "Their names are Sasuke Uchiha, Sakura Haruno, and Naruto Uzumaki. The coach has told me that they are seated in compartment 23, in the second cart. It's our jobs as prefects, and Head Boy and Girl, that we would be responsible in making them feel comfortable in the Hogwarts atmosphere, since they are taking an entire year off their regular schooling schedule."

Head Girl intervened, counting off her fingers, "That would mean tour trips, friendly talks, a bunch of cuppas, assuring they are safe, and one or two escorting them around Hogsmeade Village."

Everyone else groaned.

"Hey!" Head Boy exclaimed, "We all have to do it. These kids mean something to Dumbledore, and we must understand that. But since we all don't want to do it, we're leaving the jobs to Ron and Hermione—"

"WHAT?" Ron cried, but everyone ignored him. Hermione looked shocked.

"Well, you two seem to know more about them than we do," Head Girl explained in a soothing voice, "I'm sure you can handle it. Besides more than two-thirds of this compartment have either N.E.W.T.s and O.W.L.s exams or social lives…"

"I have a life!" Ron barked, "You guys are just slackers!"

"And what? You're not, Weasel King?" Malfoy smirked, several prefects had to grab hold of the redhead.

"I don't really understand," Hermione whispered. Ginny raised her hand.

"I volunteer to help, I mean, I think I know who they are," the younger Weasley looked embarrassed when everyone nodded.

"But that didn't really answer the last question," another prefect remarked, quite annoyed, "Who are they? How are we supposed to find them if we don't even know who they are…?"

Ginny felt a little sympathetic for the Head Boy who was fumbling with the hidden dozen parchments in his cloak, "I actually never meant them before…Hermione, you talked with one of them right? How do we know which are the transfer students?"

The girl looked uncomfortable, "Well, you see…they look a whole lot different from every one else…"

"What do you mean?"

"Er, well," Hermione coughed nervously when all eyes were trained on her, "The boy named Sasuke, is a boy with blue-black hair and really…black eyes. He's quite pale. And um…" she looked even more unstable, "Really handsome…" Ron rolled his eyes.

That really got the female prefects' attention. But Pansy snickered, disbelievingly. She whispered to her fellow Slytherins, "If the squirrel says he is, he's not." They grinned and chuckled.

Hermione pretended not to hear her, "He's the tallest out of the three, and I know, he doesn't like to talk to anyone…"

"It's true," Ron whispered, "He could probably pass for a mute."

Hannah giggled.

"The person named Naruto, is a boy with blond hair…" Hermione chuckled slightly, "Really blond hair, nearly bright yellow…he has the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen, and three whisker birthmarks on each cheek. And he's pretty…loud, and likes ramen…" she smirked at the thought, when they were having sundaes in Fortescue's.

"The guy's a living human hose, if you get my drift," Ron snorted.

One of the fifth years looked confused, "I didn't think the Japanese can have blond hair and blue eyes…"

"I know, but these people are different," Hermione murmured, "Actually, the weirdest I've seen so far, is this girl…named Sakura…she's—"

"Hot," Ron grinned, causing the males burst into laughs.

"Really?" Anthony smirked, "How pretty is she?"

"Hogwarts don't make that kind of girl."

"Oh, I can't wait to meet her then," a seventh year prefect laughed.

Ernie was pink in the face, as he tried to pick himself up with a prideful face. The Head Boy had nearly forgotten about his important position, while the Slytherins were trying to fix their face into disinterest. Ron began an entire conversation with the guys while the female population in the prefect compartment looked less impressed.

His best friend glared deadly at him, Ron looked startled, "Sorry, sorry, go on…"

"I suppose she is," Hermione said venomously, her eyes were burning. Her next words were rapid, "She's quite tall but shorter than the boys, she has long hair and green eyes. And she's probably the most noticeable out of every one of them. Her hair is pink, natural not dyed, can you believe that? She's smart, she's gorgeous, she's quite the girl!" After she finished her sentence, drawing out every word in hastily angered sentences, nearly breathing volcanic fire as the prefects cringed at her temper. Ron was just standing there with his jaw hanging loose for a couple of seconds before he closed his lips. Hermione looked flustered and tried cleaning herself off from any tantrum, but she was still pissed at him for being a disgusting jerk.

"Pshh, how can any person have pink hair? If not dyed," Malfoy scoffed.

"They just can, okay!" Hermione snapped, making him taken aback.

"Whoa, slow down…" Head Girl said, patting her on the back, "Don't worry, boys are just stupid."

"HEY!" Head Boy cried, with all the other males.

"Well, it's true," the Head Girl remarked nastily.

"Look, why are you still angry at me for? What happened at the Yule Ball two blasted years ago was not my fault!"

"Oh, sure. Like you were just borne with two faces…"

"Hey, that was uncalled for…"

Even when the meeting ended twenty five minutes later, Ron could still feel the waft of irritancy directed from the same girl.

"Hand me the wires…"

"Say 'please.'"

"I'm not going say 'please', just give me the wires!"

He stared at his plastic wrist watch he had got for his birthday, from his aunt and uncle, which had only worked time to time. According to the fast rewinding black hands soaring through the numbers and dots, with the seconds hand ticking back and forth on the same millisecond, and if the weather was still good, he had about eleven hours before the train would arrive at the Hogwarts station.

Wait, that didn't sound right. The teenager groaned and just snatched off the watch from his shivering hand, quickly stuffing it with his wand before he looked to his right and left. He had absolutely nothing to do since his seating mates, Hedwig napping in her cage, Pig was twittering cutely in his own, and Neville Longbottom, was fast asleep and snoring against the window, from doing last minute Transfiguration assignments. The book on his lap slipped off and thudded against the carpet floor unpleasantly. The closed bottle of ink and quill jumped slightly on the window pane, the images of trees and fences had passed by quickly. Harry was officially bored.

He knew Hermione and Ron were busy in their perfect meetings, but somehow it had taken longer than usual to finish. He stood up from his seat and snuck away from his compartment, gently closing the sliding door before he walked down the hallway to get something to eat.

"…with a little trim there and a cut…there…and, there we go!"

"Is the bomb set?"

"Yes, all we need to do now is to activate it."

"Hey…guys…?" Sakura looked uncomfortable when she looked out of the window.

"Yeah?"

"I think I see smoke on that bridge…" she trembled, "And I think we're headed for it…"

To Be Continued

This chapter is dedicated to a fellow fanfiction and anime enthusiast MommyRogers, because she woke me up too many times.

The rap lyrics belonged to a friend of mine. I thought it made sense so I asked her if I could borrow them.

I have not read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince yet, so please don't be an ass and ruin it for me.