First off, I have fan art! My very first fan art! LeonaWriter made it for me. It can be found at the link below.

http://leonawriter. deviantart. com/art/ HP-Naruto-Connections-123611087

^^ Again, thank you so much LeonaWriter.

Second! I give you two chapters! ^^ Since this first chapter is really short, I figured I better wait and give you two.

Finally, once more, thank you so much for all the amazing feedback and support. There are a couple of errors that I've had pointed out to me and I haven't fixed them yet, but thank you so much for catching them! Once life slows down a little, I'll go back and clean things up.

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Harry's eyes snapped opened and his fingers tightened around his wand. He'd felt something. Magic, but not magic. Enough to make the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Harry scrambled to get out of the unfamiliar bed and had to struggle to untangle his legs from the blankets. He darted his eyes around Sasuke's room, playing the familiar game of spot-what-changed that every muggle-raised wizard discovered early on at Hogwarts. Nothing looked out of place. He had poked around last night as much as he thought was remotely, arguably, polite. There wasn't much to look at. Just an unhealthy amount of sharp objects stored in the most unconventional of places and dozens upon dozens of scrolls covered in illegible scrawling symbols that Kakashi-sensei had warned him the translation spell-jutsu-thingie wouldn't translate for him. He'd been careful to try to put everything back in place exactly as it was. In the early morning light it looked almost the same as in the fading light of the night before.

He smelled fried dough the same moment his stomach lurched painfully and a sharp knock rattled the paper door.

"Harry-kun?" a cheerful voice called out.

Definitely not Sasuke.

"I have food, Harry-kun!" the voice taunted playfully and Harry finally recognized who it was.

"Kakashi-sensei?" Harry stepped away from the wall and to the door. Before he got half-way, he screen slid open an inch before being shoved back all the way after a brief hesitation. Kakashi-sensei stood on the other side, a take-out bad in one hand. He was wearing the exact same outfit as the day before, complete with half mask, covered eye and unruly white hair.

"Sasuke-kun forgot to feed you last night, didn't he?" Kakashi-sensei asked brightly.

Harry scowled. Why did he feel like Kakashi-sensei was treating him like a neglected pet pooch? But Harry wasn't going to turn away free food just because the man giving it to him was weird. Besides, he was beginning to suspect that Kakashi-sensei was doing it on purpose. There was something sarcastic hidden underneath everything the older man said. Harry's stomach clenched again painfully. His small breakfast yesterday had been a long time ago. He wasn't awake enough to be trying to figure out these people. He stared pointedly at the bag of fresh food and ignored everything else. Kakashi-sensei got the point and handed over Harry's breakfast. There were fried balls of dough inside the bag and they smelled heavenly. Harry didn't hesitate to shove one in his mouth. Kakashi-sensei slipped by him into Sasuke's room and made a show of looking around as if he'd never been there before. Harry watched him subtly as he enjoyed his food.

"You and Sasuke-kun have a nice talk last night?" Kakashi asked as he peeked out the window at the porch and large yard beyond.

Harry snorted before he could think better of it, then blushed. "Ah, I mean, no, not really," he replied a little more civilly. "He went to bed early."

"Did he now?" Kakashi-sensei sounded rather amused by that, but it was hard to really know.

Harry just shrugged. He could understand the awkwardness Sasuke probably felt. After all, Harry was essentially invading his life – even if it wasn't entirely voluntary. "It's alright," he commented softly.

"Hmm," Kakashi-sensei turned back around, shoulders slouched, hands in his pockets. "Why are you so worried about getting back?"

Harry froze with a doughnut-thingie in his mouth, before chewing, swallowing and quickly frowning at the man. "Why wouldn't I?"

"You don't seem particularly close to your Aunt and Uncle."

"So?" Harry replied defensively.

Kakashi-sensei shrugged slowly, like a great big cat rolling its shoulders. "I was only wondering who it is you feel an obligation to."

Harry stopped eating. "I have school in a couple of months."

"You didn't strike me as the academic type, Harry-kun."

"I have good friends there."

Kakashi-sensei stared at him silently for a moment before seemingly smiling. "I'm glad to hear that, Harry-kun," he said quietly before stepping forward until he loomed over Harry. Slowly, Kakashi-sensei reached into Harry's bag of sugared greasy doughnuts and pulled one out to eat. "I do hope you aren't too hasty to leave us, however. I'd hate to have to go fetch you again. I don't think your caretakers would like that very much."

Harry looked away and nodded automatically.

"We are interested in your welfare," Kakashi-sensei commented plainly. Then he moved away and shifted gears completely. "Sasuke-kun's out back doing his morning training. Let him know that I don't approve of his lack of manners. Team 7 has light training today. You ought to come and watch." And then he disappeared out the door like he had never been there in the first place.

Harry stared out after him for a moment before glancing down at the still warm bag of food in his hands. Why did that simple conversation make him feel like he'd just faced an interrogation squad? He suddenly wasn't so hungry.