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A/N Sooooo sorry about the wait, this chapter was like pulling teeth. Wow! So many reviews, alerts, and favs, and I'm only on chapter three! They really do mean the world to writers. I was having a really tough time with this chapter (Intros are never super fun) and reviews were the main thing keeping me updating. Each one was like a kick in the ass for me to keep writing. Really, I think I've read all of them what, 5 times? Each? So thank you!

A/N Yes, Kakashi has very good English. That's Sharingan+ genius brain+ no social life for you. But I tried to make some of what he says a little awkward and weird sounding, to keep things realistic. Japanese and English are very, very different, so he won't be perfect, but I think reading and writing accents can get very annoying so I won't be doing that. And besides I don't think Kakashi would stand for failing at a language for very long.

"Talking Japanese"

Thoughts, emphasis, etc…

"Talking English!"

Chapter 3: In Which Age is Not an Issue

Hogsmeade was different, to say the least. Its squat wooden buildings lay in a messy row along the main street, which was populated by pedestrians and a broom that swept up dirt without any apparent explanation for its movement. Strange smells leaked out of doorways like a sickness, cloying the air with a sickly sweet scent, tanged with the burning, almost imperceptible smell of magic.

But even more foreign were the people. They all wore the wizard clothing that he remembered from Dumbledore's visit long ago, just without the hideous colors. Kakashi crouched a little lower on a high rooftop where he was perched, being careful not to be seen, yet doubting any of these civilians were smart enough to look up. The shingles felt rickety under his feet- obviously not built for the heavy foot traffic of shinobi.

Ghosting along rooftops and through back alleyways, Kakashi kept an eye on his contact as she stiffly navigated the streets, throwing glances over her shoulder a little too often. Obito's uncovered eye however was fixed on the glowing thing in her pocket. Sharingan, given, couldn't see through objects like its rivaled Byakugan. But the amount of chakra the thing put off made it half visible even through the material of the woman's dress. Was this a wand? If it was, the Jonin really needed a closer look at the tool. He'd seen a lot of things in his life, but never had he heard of an inanimate object putting out its own chakra signature, even if it was small. McGonagall herself on the other hand had the chakra flow of a corpse. He couldn't see chakra pathways, but his Sharingan showed the woman glowed dully with white magic that had no movement at all. There wasn't even a chakra core. By any thinking, she should be dead or dying.

It must be the wand, he decided. Somehow the wand amplified the little amount of magic wizards had. But then why did the wand give off chakra, if all it did was amplify? The wizards certainly had some explaining to do.

The woman soon made it to the edge of the town. Kakashi waited until she was out of sight of the village, and then approached her from behind, making sure that even a civilian could hear his footsteps. He'd probably already scared the woman enough. It was almost too easy to intimidate his contact; witches were apparently made of different stuff than kunoichi.

"McGonagall-san, how far is Hogwarts?" Kakashi asked. The witch jumped and spun around.

Note to self: Wizards have even worse hearing than normal civilians.

"When did you-? It's just over this hill." The woman smoothed her skirt and kept walking, clearly miffed. Kakashi followed, wondering at what kind of place Hogwarts would be. Like the Dayanimo's castle, he assumed. He hoped they at least had the sense to put up some sort of defense. Judging from what he had seen so far his hopes weren't high.

That thought in mind, Kakashi was not prepared for the intense wall of pure chakra that hit him a moment later. He jumped back a good twenty feet, kunai already in hand, alert for enemies. But there were none. Warily, he crept forward until he hit the wall again. The energy prickled at his skin almost painfully. Is this a barrier? Maybe the wizards weren't as useless as he thought.

The woman, McGonagall, noticed his absence after a few moments and hurried back, stopping just short of the edge of the barrier.

"Is something the matter… Inu?" she asked.

"This is a barrier?" Kakashi held his palm just short of it, trying to detect even a trace of chakra emanating off it, but he could feel nothing until about a half inch before the surface of the chakra. It was amazing; usually strong barriers like this gave off so much chakra that any shinobi could detect them a good ten feet away.

"There's a barrier around here that protects the school, yes. You mean you can see it?" McGonagall asked.

The ANBU shook his head but didn't elaborate. She really couldn't feel anything? McGonagall hesitated again, but opted to just keep walking and leave him to figure out the barrier by himself. Not able to help himself, Kakashi uncovered his Sharingan.

The light was blinding. For as far as he could see on either side, the dome of white energy shone like the sun. Again, it wasn't normal chakra. The Sharingan gave color to chakra, and each person had a slightly different hue. Sometimes trained shinobi could see it, but only when an extremely dense amount was being molded, or in jutsu like his chidori or Sensei's rasengan. Most of the time chakra was blue, but not always. Wizard chakra was white. Whiter than his was, actually. Hatake White Chakra was actually more of a white-blue, only shining pure white when the chakra sabre was used.

Kakashi covered his Sharingan, braced himself, and walked straight through the barrier. It was only a few inches thick, but the split second he was inside was an unbearable sensory overload. He felt more than a bit ruffled, but the first rule of an escort or guard mission was to always appear capable and in control, so the ANBU caught up with McGonagall without comment.

When the mission report said that Hogwarts was a castle, it wasn't exaggerating. The school was huge, and Kakashi could only assume there was more hidden underground. There was a large lake and a forest that edged one side of the property. They entered through an unnecessarily elaborate main entryway (it's just a school), and made their way through so many hallways even Kakashi had a hard time keeping his sense of direction. The task was made even more difficult by the very distracting… talking portraits. Kakashi wasn't even sure how he should react to that. ANBU never taught how to respond when an inanimate object spoke to you. So he took the safest route- he simply ignored them.

Finally McGonagall paused in front of a golden statue. Kakashi was thankful; the place was getting on his nerves. The next non-living object that spoke to him was going to get a kunai in its… canvas? (How was he supposed to kill something that wasn't even alive?) The throbbing pain that had started in his arm wasn't helping his mood either. If he didn't re-bandage it soon the blood was going to start staining his cloak.

"Chocolate frogs," said McGonagall. Kakashi blinked in surprise. Was she actually insane? But then the statue began to move, revealing a hidden staircase. So it was a password.

The staircase twisted upward on its own, and Kakashi stiffened, shinobi instincts sharp. Somehow it also ended up not being a trap, just more wizards-using-jutsu-to-be-lazy. It was truly amazing how much time they spent using jutsu that accomplished absolutely nothing. McGonagall knocked at the dark wooden door at the top and went in, Kakashi right behind.

The room they entered was so thick with chakra Kakashi almost choked. Shelves and cabinets lined the walls, each one filled with trinkets and odd little devices. More talking portraits hung on the walls, their occupants glaring at him with suspicion or anger. Kakashi decided to stick with his plan of pretending they didn't exist.

And in the middle of the odd room, behind a large cluttered desk not dissimilar to the Hokage's, sat Dumbledore himself. It'd been roughly a decade since Kakashi had last seen him and honestly, not much had changed. Same God-awful clothes (purple with gold stars), same ridiculously long beard, even the glasses were the same.

"Dumbledore-sama" ANBU Inu bowed.

"Kakashi, welcome to Hogwarts. I trust your trip went well? No problems?"

"It was well, Dumbledore-sama. We should discuss the mission before anything else." Dumbledore was taken aback, and though he tried to cover it up- Kakashi was trained to notice these things.

"Why, can't that wait until tonight, after a nap, maybe some dinner?"

"No."

Dumbledore sighed.

"Minerva, go fetch the rest of the staff, will you?"

"Dumbledore, are you sure-" McGonagall started, but the old wizard halted her with a hand.

"I'm fine Minerva, me and Mr. Hatake are old friends, aren't we?"

"Our meeting ten years ago was very short, Dumbledore-sama." Kakashi deadpanned. What part of "business" did this man not understand? It's as if he thought the ANBU was on vacation or something. Maybe there were other motives behind Dumbledore hiring him, but a mission was a mission.

After McGonagall left, Dumbledore motioned for the shinobi to sit in a red velvet armchair with a high back. Kakashi obeyed, ignoring the way his tanto and ANBU katana dug uncomfortably into his back. The old wizard and young ninja studied each other for a moment until Dumbledore spoke.

"So, Kakashi, is that your uniform? For this 'ANBU'? I hope you know that you will have to wear the Hogwarts uniform this year. Clothes like that will seem very… out of the ordinary here."

"It are not normal for civilians in Kohona, also." The ANBU was stone-faced under his many masks.

"Would you be so kind as to remove your mask?" Dumbledore prompted. Knowing it was coming sooner or later, Kakashi removed his Dog mask and stowed it in a pocket on his pack made just for that purpose.

"… And the other one?" eased Dumbledore, sounding somewhat like the old man was trying to coax a wild animal out of its hiding place.

Damn. Kakashi cursed in his head. His mask was such a normal part of his life he'd completely forgotten about it. Of course a civilian student had no reason for a facemask! How could he be so brainless and think he could keep his? This, along with his eye, was why he'd never done any major undercover work. But almost no one had seen his face since his father had… done what he did.

Kakashi tightened his grip on the edge of his chair, which only made his arm bleed more. There was no way out; he was going to have to take it off. But, maybe there was some way Dumbledore could make an exception, say he had a horrific scar, or-

"If you don't want to, you don't have to, Kakashi." The shinobi blinked in surprise. What did he just say?

"It would compromise the mission if-" He began stiffly, hating every word, but the old wizard cut him off.

"Nonsense, a simple spell could turn attention from it." Dumbledore took out a stick and pointed it at Kakashi's face. Realizing a split second too late that the stick was a wand and a weapon, the shinobi tried to block it with a kunai while instinctively jumping out of the way of the assumed attack. He landed a few feet to left and behind his chair, a new kunai in his hand.

Dumbledore jumped, but again recovered quickly. "I'm sorry I surprised you, Kakashi. I meant no harm. I was simply preforming a small ward spell on your mask- it's harmless." The ANBU lowered his knife and stored it in his leg pouch.

Damn, this place is making me jumpy.

"I apologize, Dumbledore-sama. That is the wizard weapon?" He might've tried a fake eye-smile, but Kakashi had the feeling it wouldn't work on a man like Dumbledore, who was reminding him more of a softer Third Hokage every minute.

"Yes, this is a wand. Every witch and wizard has one, and we are quite helpless without it. But they are not used only as weapons, as in your culture."

"Kohona have healing jutsu, too." Said Kakashi dryly, moving to pick up his fallen kunai. Why did he feel the need to defend his way of life from an Outsider? It was completely irrational. The peace-loving wizards had no business with the Shinobi Continent anywa-

He dropped the kunai.

The oddity of it was what surprised him. Kakashi, as the son of the White Fang, had been handling weapons since before he could walk. Inuzuka Tsume still claimed that he had teethed on a blunted kunai (no way to prove her wrong, he supposed). Even with his injured arm, Hatake Kakashi didn't go dropping weapons like some clumsy Academy student.

The shinobi regarded the offending piece of metal, and then reached to lift it-

Maybe he was wrong about Dumbledore being just like the Sadiame. The Third never kept such a disorganized desk. It was scattered with rolls of parchment and several other random objects, a wooden box, a cup of feather pens-

"What the hell?" Kakashi muttered to himself. Why couldn't he pick the damn thing up? Every time he tried, his mind wandered somewhere else. The kunai seemed to mock him from its place on the red velvet chair.

"I must have hit it with my spell," said Dumbledore, somehow making his voice emanate good-nature. "This is what I was trying to do to your mask, Kakashi. This spell prevents one from noticing a place or object. The same spell, albeit much stronger, surrounds the school to prevent any muggles from wandering in."

"Genjutsu?" The Jonin wondered aloud, and felt that he was correct. The room was so dense with magic he hadn't recognize the signature before, but now he sensed the bit of magic clinging to his kunai. Well, if it was only a genjutsu, he should be able to dispel it. With one hand and a 'kai' the kunai was free of the magic and flipped expertly back into his weapons pouch.

"Smart, but shinobi can stop a genjutsu. Now," said Kakashi, sitting back down, "we discuss the mission before the teachers come. I need file of the boy, his enemies, staff, and anyone important in school. A map of the school also, and information on the "Black" traitor. And I need a cover identity."

"Whoa, whoa. One thing at a time," chuckled Dumbledore. "First, let me spell your mask." The old wizard pointed his wand at Kakashi's face, and mumbled a word. His mask felt warm for a second then the sensation faded. "We don't keep as detailed files as you do- it's just grades and a disciplinary record mostly. I can get them for you, though I assure you everyone in the school is trustworthy. Information on Black is everywhere in the news, but I can get you the official Auror report. A map of the school is difficult, because it's always changing. It's best to just learn its ways by memory."

The school… changing? Kakashi decided that he should just stop being surprised.

"And a false identity?" Kakashi prodded, happy that they were finally getting somewhere. He really needed to check on his arm soon. The pain was distracting and grated on his nerves almost as badly as the density of the magic in the room.

"Already written up. You are a foreign exchange student from Japan's magic academy Mahoutokoro, here to study Western magic, which is slightly different from your own. You are in your third year with Mr. Potter, your charge. He is supposed to be your 'guide' to Hogwarts, so you can take his same classes and room with him without suspicion."

"Reasonable," mused Kakashi. Maybe some of what they did was stupid, but apparently wizards came through sometimes.

"Do I tell Potter the truth about why I'm here? Or cover story?"

"You can tell him as much as you see fit. He has a record of getting into things he shouldn't anyway, what's one more secret?" Dumbledore laughed again. Kakashi didn't bother to mention that whatever trouble the kid had gotten into before, it could never compare to what would happen if he poked his nose too far into a shinobi's business. He wouldn't tell Potter much; just enough to keep him from asking too many questions, questions that could start a war if they weren't careful.

"Why is your eye covered?" Asked Dumbledore suddenly.

"Lost in battle." Came the short answer. Automatically, he reached up to touch his forehead protector, as if to make sure it was still covering Obito's eye. If at any time it became necessary to tell Dumbledore about his eye, then he would. At least it was easier to explain than his mask.

"And your arm?" pressed the old wizard. Kakashi inwardly cursed; he'd accidentally shown his bandage when he touched his eye. It was getting tiring, making excuses for his entire appearance. Ninja never questioned things like that; it was his own business if he wanted to wear a mask, and his alone. Wizards apparently didn't place the same value in the concept of personal boundaries.

"Flesh wound. Not serious."

"You should see our school nurse. She can fix you up in a-"

"I can look after my own wounds." A sense of déjà vu washed over him; that was the same thing he said to Ox, just the day before in a different language about the same little cut. Why did everyone care so much about something so insignificant?

Dumbledore looked like he was going to protest for a moment, but Kakashi gave him his best 'lay off it' stare he could manage and the wizard sighed and left it. Good. Kakashi couldn't stand medics; they reminded him too much of- well, this wasn't the best time to start thinking about Rin.

"What security do you have already?" The Jonin continued, happy to change the subject.

"We already have extensive barriers around the school," Kakashi nodded, he'd figured that one out for himself, "but the ministry is sending in Dementors- the guards of the prison Black escaped from- to the perimeter of the school to capture Black. I tried to tell them that I already hired protection, but-"

"Yes. I appreciate the help, Dumbledore-sama." The shinobi hoped that Dumbledore understood what he was implying; that yes, he did know he wasn't actually here to guard Potter, and no, he didn't trust nor would he work with anything from the Wizarding world. Not if he could help it at least. Besides, part of his mission was to be difficult to work with. Maybe accepting help from wizards was more logical, but he was willing to do anything, anything to prevent another war. Compared to that, the inconvenience of not working with probably-useless-anyway wizard prison guards was nothing. But either Dumbledore wasn't quite as smart as Kakashi thought he was, or he chose not to acknowledge the double meaning of his words. The Jonin was willing to bet on the latter.

"And if I see Black?" he continued.

"He has a death warrant, but-"

"So I should kill him." Kakashi gave him a flat stare.

"Heavens, no! I could never ask you to do something like that!" said Dumbledore, appalled.

"Perhaps you misunderstand, Dumbledore-sama, but I am an assassin." Kakashi said, deadpanning.

"Yes…" Dumbledore looked away. "Yes, of course. How silly of me. You are a prodigy, after all. I'm sure your village wanted to put your talent to… use." The old wizard kept his ever-present smile, but it didn't reach his voice, or his eyes.

Kakashi was actually used to that reaction. What bothered him was the possibility that Dumbledore had hired him without even investigating him first. Who does that? Inviting random ninja into his office before checking them- was Dumbledore trying to be assassinated?

"Dumbledore-" The shinobi halted, pricking his ears for what he was mostly sure he had just heard. Yes, there it was again, the scuff of a shoe on stone floor and an indistinguishable mumble. Damn, there was so much magic in the air he hadn't even sensed McGonagall arrive. And now he didn't even know how much she had heard. Hopefully not the part about him being an assassin, but somehow he doubted he got that lucky.

"Dumbledore-sama, you need to be more cautious with who you hire. I could easily have been an imposter sent here to kill you, and you invited me in without so much as a background check." It was nice to be able to speak his own language for a little bit, even if he only did so to foil the eavesdroppers he knew were right outside the door.

"And we should invite your staff in. They have been listening in for a minute or so, I think. Your security needs to be upgraded if you can't even stop an eavesdropper."

"I'm sorry, you may be right. I just didn't think that such measures were necessary here. Go let them in, please." Dumbledore answered in the same language.

"Don't tell them much. I need them to at least part-way trust me or this is going to be more difficult than it needs to be. Make our culture seem less shocking to them, if you can. You and McGonagall-san should know the whole story, but not the others."

Kakashi opened the office door, and was met with more than one classic hand-in-the-cookie-jar face. McGonagall was the first to recover, attempting to discreetly put away her wand before he noticed- a useless gesture, really.

"I'm sorry, Dumbledore, I-" She stopped, looking around the office. "Where is Hatake, I mean, Inu? And who is this boy?"

"McGonagall-san, I go by 'Kakashi Hatake' for the rest of the school year." The shinobi gave the witch one of his fake eye-smiles, hoping that she would get the message. He had acted normally before, but in front of others he needed to keep his cover. "Excuse the…" He paused a second, thinking of the word, "formalities. Now I am just a student." He kept his tone light for the sake of the new people entering the room; only McGonagall and Dumbledore needed to know about his ANBU mask. The sudden change should be enough to confuse the witch into silence for now. Really, he just needed someone besides Dumbledore on the inside who wouldn't attack him in his ANBU gear. He was, after all, undercover from this point on; the mission officially started when he met with Dumbledore.

McGonagall stuttered a reply. "But he, he is just a boy! And he had a swo-"

"Minerva." Dumbledore interrupted, and mentally Kakashi thanked him for the save. "Now that the whole staff is here, we can explain the situation."

While the others talked, Kakashi was studying the staff as they entered and committing them to memory, not that they were that hard to forget. There was a plump old lady dusted with dirt, a tall dark-haired man, and a woman with huge glasses who reeked of perfume. Then there was another who was not… really a human being. It was tiny, with wrinkled skin and small beady eyes. No one else seemed to notice, but it took a majority of Kakashi's willpower not to outright stare at the thing. Then, somehow, it got even better. Right through a wall literally flew in a semi-visible, translucent old man. Ghost was the only word he had for it. But Dumbledore started introducing all of the 'staff' to him, so he just decided to just pretend that a ghost and an elf didn't just walk into what he thought was a room of (mostly) sane individuals. He gave a short bow to everyone, the names somehow very easy to put to faces. The chakra signatures were difficult, but he'd worry about that later.

"Now, onto business!" annouced Dumbledore cheerily, as if he were about to describe his plans for a pleasant dinner party.

"Kakashi Hatake here is going to be an exchange student this year at Hogwarts. The first one in, oh, it's had to have been forty or fifty years now! The last one was your grandfather, correct?"

"Grandfather's brother." The young Jonin didn't want to get onto the subject of the other disgraced member of the Hatake clan. His great uncle had chosen to live on the Outside instead of in the then-newly-formed Hidden Leaf Village, and had been labeled one of the first ever missing-nin.

"Yes, that's right. Mr. Hatake is from the Hidden Continent to the East, and is part of the only known magical family from there."

"The Hidden Continent?" snickered the greasy-haired man, Snape. "That is only a myth."

"A well-protected place, Severus, but very real. There are so many ancient barrier spells and mysterious magic surrounding the Continent, we are not sure if it's only the most concealed place known to wizard-kind, or a different plane of dimension entirely. Very, very few wizards have ever made contact with it. We are extremely lucky to have someone from there come to Hogwarts to learn magic."

"Learn magic? Do you mean he is untrained?" asked McGonagall. "But I saw him use it!"

"Shushin no jutsu is not magic, Ms. McGonagall. My village has different magic, called jutsu. I know my jutsu, but not yours."

"Not only is Kakashi skilled in his type of magic, he's already graduated, and is the Hidden Continent's equivalent of an Auror," continued Dumbledore.

"An Auror!" exclaimed a woman who had to be a nurse, judging by the smell of disinfectant on her. "But he's so young!"

"We are different from wizards. We go to an 'Auror' school when seven years old, and start apprenticeship at twelve. It is normal." Beforehand he'd tried to find a way to word shinobi training so it didn't alarm the wizards, and it looked like it was working.

"But if you only apprentice at twelve, how are you already a full-fledged Auror?" pressed McGonagall. The woman was too nosy for her own good, Kakashi made a note to keep an eye on that. Thankfully, Dumbledore saved him from having to try and sell his "was in the military at five" situation to a room of overly protective, civilian adults.

"Kakashi is a special case; a prodigy, actually. His father, also a successful shinobi, as they call Auors there, recognized his talent and began teaching him when he was very young. As a result, he was able to enter school at four and graduate at five, a record for the time. He began his apprenticeship shortly after, albeit very sheltered. Since then he has become a full shinobi."

Couldn't have put it more sugar-coated myself. The thirteen-year-old decided, even though he hadn't understood all of what Dumbledore had said. But it was alright, he'd become fluent soon with all the English speaking he was doing.

"The point," Kakashi went on, "is it is good for a trained person to be close to the boy that is targeted. Potter is his name? I am here to study, but I can defend also."

"That's unnecessary. We are capable of handling our own problems," scoffed a teacher.

"Not just Black and wizards. There are others from Hidden Continent like me here. They are criminals who escaped here. They can defeat wizards, easy. If you see one, do not fight- run away. I will handle it. If there are too many, I can call my village for reinforcements." The last part was a lie; Konohan military power was at an all-time low. He had no right to ask for anyone else.

"Dumbledore, you can't honestly approve of this? Allowing a boy to fight?"

Kakashi resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "It is not a problem of age, Ms. McGonagall. Our jutsu are just very effective against wizard spells. You would not win. Maybe if very lucky, but it too dangerous."

"Are you implying, Mr. Hatake, that spells are too weak to defeat these shinobi? And that you, a child, stand a better chance against them than a wizard who's been fighting since before you were born? We wizards can take care of ourselves; don't insult us by implying otherwise." Snape huffed.

"Wizards are not weak, but they cannot beat a shinobi. Shinobi, we too fast to be hit. We train…" he trailed off. Damn language, what was 'physically' again? "We train with body. We get fast, too fast for you to hit. It is not your mistake." Snape still looked insulted. What did he want him to say? Oh sure, just go up against A-ranked missing nin, I'm sure you'll do fine? No. If what the reports on wizards said was true, and so far he had been given no reason to believe otherwise, they'd be dead before they hit the ground, let alone throw one of their slow, predictable spells.

"Dumbledore, as you know we are already measures against Black. This is unnecessary and unethical," continued Snape, his words punctuated with disapproval.

Mutters of agreement went up among the group of adults.

"He's only a boy, Dumbledore!"

"Not even a wizard…"

It was odd. At home, really the only people who commented this much on his age were enemies, and then it was only to insult him. Everyone noticed that he was rather young, of course, but nobody really cared anymore.

"Age is not a problem, I said. Really, I was an adult when I was six. It is unusual, but I'm used to this. Don't worry."

"You're missing the point! Children shouldn't even have to fight in the first place!" insisted McGonagall. Kakashi sighed, this was getting tiresome. He was tired, his shoulder hurt and all the unfamiliar magic-chakra grated on his nerves like fucking sandpaper.

"Look. How old I am doesn't matter. It matters if I can protect this school. I can. What matters is if I can defeat any criminal shinobi, or Black if he comes, and I can. What matters is if I can pass as a student, and I can because of my age. Konoha could sent someone else, but I am only one who can do magic in my village, so it is luck that everything turned out good, right? Now just deal."

Stunned silence followed. Damn, had they really never been told off in their life? He'd had lectures from Minato-sensei twice as bad and he never just sat there like a dumbass.

Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "Well this is all very educational, but who feels like lunch?"

A/N- How's it going so far? Did it seem choppy anywhere? I've edited it since its first posting, but I never know unless you tell me! As for pairings… I'm going to get into that later. I'm a KakashiXRin fanatic, but seeing as she's dead… (For the love of GOD not KakaIru, who even came up with that?!) Because they're all so young, it's going to be more of a grade school crush kind of thing. It'll be fun!

A/N Note on Kakashi's mask-Some crossovers have everyone ignore or accept Kakashi's mask. That doesn't make much sense to me. Imagine if a kid came to your school wearing a mask? It would be a big deal even in a place like Hogwarts. Other stories, to get around this, cut out the mask completely which I also don't like. Kakashi without a mask is like Naruto without orange, Edward without his braid, L without insomnia, or Natsu without his scarf! So I compromised. Basically the spell is supposed to make people not spare his mask a second thought. They'll notice it, but it's not something you would bring up or think about later. Everyone wins!

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