Snake Lords

"Takes place around when Naruto comes back with Jiriya. Sasuke is still with Orochimaru. So yeah, they're all around 15 or 16. A Naruto and Harry Potter Crossover. I'm not sticking to the plots of either series."

Thinking

"Yelling"

blackwolf0925: I'm really sorry I didn't specify this awhile ago. For all of you that are wondering, Neji is covering his cursed seal with the bandages that he wears under his forehead protector all the time. Me hopes you understand now: ). Neji's just not Neji without his seal.

Dragon Man 180: Have no fear! The torture of Malfoy and the others has only just begun! And duct tape! Very nice. Might use that little feature later on. Grins evily and starts maniacal laughing Ehem… yeah. Don't mind the lighting in the background. . Anywho…

Fattyaddy-99: Sorry to be so mean, but making fun of Lee is one of my favorite hobbies! (I know. I have really cruel sense of humor.) But, he will get some great heroic parts in the story later on!

Hamstertai: Not to single you out, but I have already mentioned in one of the past chapters that 'sur' stands for surprise. I'm not going to reveal who they are, so take a good guess, or an 'inference' as my science teacher says. Oh God… I hate science class! pins lab journal to wall with kunais and shurikens, then gets match out and burns it to ashes MUAHAHAH! gets sent to principles' office 0.o I didn't know you could go to the principles' office on a weekend.

On with the story!

Chpt 7: Blood and, KYA! SCARY FANCLUBS!

"-YAWN-! I dunno about you guys, but I'm gonna go to bed and when I wake up tomorrow, this'll all be a dream." Shikamaru said. Everyone else joined him. Every person at Hogwarts dreamed about a certain big-eyebrowed freak, with a bowl haircut, that wore all green under his black robes, who was singing. Except for that certain freak, who was dreaming about teaching a squirrel the nice-guy pose and teeth ping.

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Midnight…

Gaara was sitting out on the balcony in the Boy's Dorm. Unlike Shikamaru, Gaara enjoyed star-gazing, especially the moon. No matter how much the moon made Shukaku's blood broil, it gave his normal, human side a calm feeling of completeness. Night was the only time he ever had to himself. No one to bug him, tell him what to do, or lecture him about the most unimportant things in the world. Only silence, and his own company, that's how he liked it.

But tonight, clouds covered the sky, making it darker than usual. The world was restless tonight, and so was he. So instead, he decided to take a walk. That stupid cat, Mrs. Norris wouldn't notice him if he used his concealment jutsu. It was a new technique he had developed and perfected last week. It erased all sound and scent, and created a blind spot in the vision of anyone, or anything for that matter, looking at him, giving the appearance that nothing was there except for some kind of weird haze they couldn't penetrate with their eyes.

Swinging open the portrait, Gaara ignored the annoyed grunts of the Fat Lady and kept walking straight into the darkness of the unlit hallway. He gathered a massive amount of Chakra and started to conceal himself from the world. The jutsu was finished, and as far as anyone else was concerned, he didn't exist. He didn't really know where to go, he really just felt like walking to rid himself of his own inner turmoil.

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After walking for about an hour, with no real purpose, he leaned against the wall to catch his bearings. He started to go back when he heard several loud thumps and a muffled cry coming from around the corner. Walking quickly to see what the commotion was, this was what he saw.

Those three idiots they had beaten up on the train were pinning some huddled, bloody mass against the wall. Well to be exact, Crabbe was holding it by the neck with one hand, and covering its' mouth with the other, Malfoy, standing back with crossed arms watching, and Goyle was gutting the figure with his balled fists.

"Going to give it to us yet? Or do we have to keep beating the crap out of you until it falls out?" The watching silhouette of Malfoy asked. The poor thing gave out an anguished cry past the hand covering its' mouth. Blood was leaking through the fingers, dribbling onto the floor.

"Still being stubborn I see." Nodding to Goyle, the blows started landing again. Spasms were running all across the beaten form. Yet again, more blocked screams came out, but this time, the figure slumped downwards after the 5th hit, and stopped moving.

"Good, very good. Now she can't struggle anymore. Find it!" This… this was horrible. This was inhumane! They had beaten someone an inch to death, simply for some object. Just… just no reason at all!

He had lost too much control and the jutsu slipped. Suddenly, the three spotted him and immediately knew who it was.

"RUN FOR IT!" The trio sped off, dropping the person on the floor. Gaara almost went after them, but remembered the person who was seriously injured and turned back.

Kneeling down, he saw the face of a girl. It was a face of another 6th year Gryffindor he had seen at the dinner. It was a gruesome sight. The poor girl had blood masking half of her face and was coughing up a lot of blood even though she was unconscious. Her hair was only a matted clump. The front of her robes had ripped from the constant amount of beating, and blood dyed the white shirt she had underneath crimson. The reason she couldn't fight back was because she was bound up with metal cord.

He tried picking her up, but stopped. He gently placed his hand on her stomach. Not good. He thought. A lot of her ribs are broken. He must have been using some type of brass knuckles or something. It's amazing she can even breathe with all this. Gaara uncorked his mini-gourd of sand hanging off his belt. No matter what anyone says, he would never walk around without at least a little bit of his sand.

Gaara swiftly made a thin layer of sand and slid it under her limp form. Sprinting back towards the common room, the sand stretcher sailing in his wake, he started up the concealment jutsu again.

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"Terod's gren!" Gaara said breathlessly to the agitated portrait of the Fat Lady. Mumbling about stupid night ramblings, she admitted them in. Letting her down on the table that was in the middle of the room, he ran up the girls dormitories' stairs and stopped. He should go in through the window, so as not to wake all the normal Hogwarts students. Then Sakura wouldn't be able to do anything and they'd be forced to go to Madame Promfy, and then there would be questions, and oh, this would be too hard to explain.

Floating upon a mini sand-cloud, Gaara started tapping on the window that was right next to Sakura's bed. She rolled over and was shocked to see him suspended in mid-air out there. She opened the window mumbling,

"This had better be good Gaara…" All he did was grab her and started going back inside through the other window.

"What the? What was that for you bastard?" She half screamed half whispered. Gaara pointed to the girl lying on the table.

"Oh my… oh my God… What happened?" Sakura asked as she walked over to the table examining her.

"I suggest you start healing her now or she's not going to make it." Said Gaara with a completely serious look on his face. "I'll explain while you work." Nodding, Sakura's hands began glowing green. Then, while she began peeling the girls' shirt away from the numerous wounds, Ino, Temari, Ten-ten, and Hinata came down from the dormitory. Apparently, they had all seen Gaara take Sakura out through the window and got worried.

Almost at the same time, the boys came out of their dormitory, saying that they heard them talking. Since they were all here, Gaara started re-telling the events of the night, ignoring all questions until the end.

"We should have killed them on the train." Kiba growled, clenching his fists.

"It's not y-your fault Kiba, it's n-nobodies fault. The only f-fault belongs with those j-jerks." Hinata was struggling not to let her tears fall at the sight of the injured girl.

"Umm… guys, big problem here." Sakura's voice was tired. She was too exhausted at this time of night and was running short on Chakra. "She's got too much internal damage. I…I don't have enough Chakra to heal even half of it. I'm afraid we might loose her."

"Well then," Gaara said. He held out his hand and placed it upon Sakura's back. He started a Chakra transfer (A.N: You know, giving Chakra from one person to another.)

"Hey Gaara, since when have you cared so much about someone's life?" asked Kiba. Everyone glared at him. "Oh yeah, after the Chuunin exam. Gotcha. Nevermind!"

Even with Gaara's added Chakra, it was barely enough to save the girl, but they did. Her features were no longer twisted in agony, her torso was unblemished, and blood washed away. Quietly, they brought her up to her bed. Come to think of it, after the feast, she had never come back to the common room.

"Why do you think Malfoy and his henchmen were after that girl?" No one had gone back to sleep, they had all stayed down to talk about the current situation. Gaara had left out the part about them trying to get something from her. It just didn't feel right.

"I have no idea. We should go to Dumbledore either right now, or first thing in the morning."

"I suggest morning. He's probably not awake right now. I think we all should get some sleep too or we'll just pass out when it's finally gets to morning." Everyone took Shikamaru's advice and went to bed. Except for one. Gaara decided to keep watch outside the girl's window to make sure she came to no more harm.

One person in the boys' dormitory noticed one thing that nobody else seemed to notice. Not even our boy Gaara knew. The one thing our 200 IQ, pineapple headed genius knew, was that the cold hearted, killer Jinchuriki has just had a change in heart. Shikamaru chuckled as he rolled over in bed.

This could get interesting.

"Then again… it could get troublesome too." He muttered to himself.

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The shinobis all woke up around six, around an hour before any other student would wake, and trudged down to Dumbledore's office.

They said the password, which happened to be creamsicle, and knocked upon Dumbledore's oaken door. When they heard the customary welcome, they all walked in silently. Last night, they decided that Gaara should talk to Dumbledore, since he witnessed the scene firsthand. While describing the event, Dumbledore's face went from passive, to stony.

"This is no laughing matter at all. Edmund," Dumbledore spoke to a painting, "Please fetch Proffesor Snape, Proffesor McGonnagal, and make them bring Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle please." At once, the man got up and disappeared. Coming back, he told them that they would be here shortly.

"I think it would be wise if you all left for the time being." They all started leaving when Dumbledore said, "Gaara, please hang back a moment." Stopping in his tracks, he went back to the desk. "Are you sure that this the student?" Dumbledore conjured a photo out of nowhere and handed it to Gaara. Gaara nodded.

"I believe her name is Amanda. I want you to keep a very close watch on her." Putting a slight emphasis on 'very'. "It is quite apparent that she holds something of immense value to somebody. I don't want her to be assaulted ever again. Next time, she might not be so lucky. Just try to be friends and keep her out of harms way. Please." Gaara inwardly scowled at the idea of having to hang around someone being their, ugh… bodyguard. "Now, you might want to leave or you'll miss breakfast."

"H-hai, Proffesor Dumbledore." Gaara hurried out to the Great Hall, when suddenly he couldn't move. He had forgotten about that stupid step that you had to skip on the staircase. Only this time, no one was there to pull him out. He was so busy inwardly cursing himself for being so careless, that he didn't notice the hand stretched out to him until someone spoke.

"Need some help?" Gaara looked up. It was the girl who he had saved last night. He just stared at her for awhile until she took her hand back.

"Guess not. Well, see ya later then." She said quietly. Her back turned and she started walking away.

"Wait a minute. Could you help me out of here?" Gaara spoke to the retreating figure. She stopped, then turned around and came back, holding out her hand once again. This time, Gaara took a firm hold and started to pull himself out. After several minutes of pulling and tugging, he had finally freed himself from the stupid thing.

"Thanks." They both started walking down the corridor to the Great Hall.

"No." Gaara looked questioningly at the girl who had just broken the silence. "No… I should be thanking you. It was you, wasn't it? The one who saved me last night?" Gaara nodded. "I thought it was you. I remember that." She pointed to the 'love' tattoo he had on his forehead. "Then I completely blacked out after that. Did, um…, did you tell anyone what happened?" she said nervously. Gaara shook his head.

"Only Dumbledore." He didn't want her to know about the others. "Why did they do that to you?" Her hand clenched in her pocket.

"I'd rather not share that with anyone." Her eyes began to focus on something that wasn't there. They kept walking until they heard the customary noises from the Great Hall. Shouting, yelling, scraping, the usual.

She began walking towards a secluded spot at the corner of the table when Gaara asked, "Would you like to sit with me and my friends?" She shrugged and followed him to the noisiest spot at the table.

It was the noisiest because Naruto had been overjoyed at the sight of ramen, (A.N: He had had a word with Dumbledore this morning about there being no ramen.) but once again, had gone ballistic at the 'stupid' silverware. He tried starting a rampage of destroying every utensil at the table, but everyone was trying holding him down, with little success.

"LET ME GO! I'M GOING TO DESTROY EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE THINGS! Oh hi Gaara," He waved while trying to escape everyone's grasp. "Hey, you're that MPHH!" They had just stuffed napkins into his mouth to stop him from talking about last night.

"Hi, I'm Amanda. Err... Nice to meet you all." She said while sweat-dropping at the sight of the mob scene.

Completely out of the blue, giant, hulking masses appeared right behind Neji, Gaara, Temari, Ten-ten, Shino, Naruto, Harry, Sakura, and Ino.

"Oh no… KYAAAAA!" Neji screamed like a girl and fell over. Gaara, Harry, and Narutos' mouths were hanging all the way to the floor.

Everyone was confused at what these things were. Then Neji shakily got up, and he, Naruto, Harry, and Gaara yelled out, "GET OUT OF HERE QUICKLY GUYS! FANCLUBS!"

The lumps suddenly had the forms of hundreds of fangirls and fanboys with picket signs and posters. They all had hearts in their eyes and they all screamed, "GET THEM BEFORE THEY GET AWAY!"

Everyone started running at top speed away from them.

"I'VE NEVER HAD A FANCLUB BEFORE!" Shouted Ten-ten.

"NEITHER HAVE WE!" Temari, Shino, Sakura, and Ino shouted back.

"WELL WE HAVE HAD THEM! SO IF YOU WANT TO LIVE, DON'T STOP RUNNING!" Screamed Neji, Gaara, Naruto, and Harry.

Kiba pouted at them. "Hmph… Why can't I have a fanclub?"

"Meww… rew row."

"EXCUSE ME? IT'SNOT BECAUSE ISMELL LIKE DOG CRAP AKAMARU! AND IF I DO, IT'S YOUR FAULT!"

"Do you always talk to your cat like that?" The girl who said it had bright, flaming red hair and numerous freckles on her face.

"Hey, you look very familiar."

"It's probably because you know my brother Ron." She said pointing to Ron beside her.

"Oh. Well, I always talk to my cat this way because he's a pain." Kiba said while attempting to flick Akamaru on the nose. "My name's Kiba. What's yours?"

"Ginny."

"Weird name. Sounds kinda cool though." Everyone turned towards the Hall entrance. Apparently, Neji had been cornered by his fanclub, and was screaming like a girl again. Even the new girl, Amanda, had a smirk on her face at seeing the poor guy in such terror.

"Does he always do that?" Asked Ron, Amanda, and Hermione at the same time.

"Well, apparently now he does. I've never seen him do it before until about a month ago. If you ask him, he'll just say his voice is cracking. But it's pretty obvious that it's not." Kiba looked at his watch. "Hey Hinata, tell the others that it's time to go. I'll round up the lovebirds." Kiba said pointing to the ninjas running around the Great Hallbeing chased by theirvery persistant fanclubs.

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, we... always do some spellworkan hour or twobefore class."

"Oh, OK, see you guys later then." Ginny and Hermione said to Kiba and the others. It took them about 15 minutes to shake off everyones' fanclubs, but they managed it. Silently, they all drifted off to the training grounds without being missed.

Well, I'm really sorry about the bloodyness in the beginning. I had just watched Akira an hour ago and I had very gory thoughts. For those of you who have seen Akira, you'd know why. Oh, and for those of you who have no brains, Amanda is my OC in this fic. Why she got mauled by Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe, you'll just have to wait for other chappies to find out. Till then though!