Disclaimer: Nope don't own Naruto, and I never will. I'm only saying this because I'm at gunpoint. I do own Naruto…I mean I don't! Then again, neither do I own Harry Potter. Even if I want to. Damn.
Story: The Fourth Kazekage was supposed to have died. Instead, he's transported to another world, where he has to help Harry Potter find things called Horcruxes and destroy them. Then tables are turned and Harry's brought to his world.
Set as an AU.
Spoilers: Yes, for both series.
Warnings: ?
Pairings: Fem!Harry/Yondaime!Kazekage, Naruto/?

Glass Blown Emeralds
Chapter Four: A Home That Isn't and Is a Home

"Sooo…how are we going to sneak into Hogwarts?" Ron asked hesitantly.

The group gave each other uncertain looks.

"I have my Invisibility Cloak," Harry started. "I could apparate into Hogsmeade, sneak into Hogwarts' grounds, and get to it. It'll be easier since I'm small and quick, and the cloak can just cover me."

"I'm not sure of letting you go off on your own," Rasa voiced what everyone else had been thinking.

"I can do this," Harry said determinedly. "If we all go, we'll be slower, especially under the cloak. And the cloak won't cover all of us. I'm the fastest of us, minus you maybe. But you don't know your way around." At that, Rasa gave a pinched look and conceded.

"We need a meeting place," Hermione sighed. "The three of us will wait there for you, and when you're done, you'll head there as well. It'll need to be a place that won't be somewhere people would think we'd be."

"How about Surrey?" Harry suggested, confusing everyone, though Rasa for a different reason than the others. He wasn't sure where that was or why it would be a good place to stay, while the other two were confused why she would pick that place of all places.

"It's a Muggle area," Harry expanded. "And anyone would think that I wouldn't want to or care to return there, either because they're prejudiced and think lowly of Muggles or they know I have nothing to tie me there. We should probably go to the park first to avoid tripping any wards just in case."

"I remember it," Hermione nodded slowly. "Alright, I'll Side-Apparate Ron there, and you take Rasa. From there, you can apparate to Hogsmeade."

"Sounds like a plan," Ron agreed, still feeling unsure.

Rasa frowned but didn't interject, so Harry took it as him going along with it, albeit reluctantly. They all quickly dismantled their stuff and got ready to leave. Harry gently took Rasa's arm, and then with a pop! they were gone from the forest. They appeared in another place altogether, and Rasa was sort of getting used to the sensation. He at least was able to prepare himself for the jump to the new place, though his stomach still rolled unhappily.

"You'll get used to it," Harry patted his arm sympathetically. "You'll never like it probably, but you'll get used to it."

Rasa threw her a disgruntled look, but he wasn't too miffed about it. He grabbed her hand and kissed it, just as the other two appeared nearby. They regrouped, went over the plan again, and then before anyone knew it, Harry was gone from their midst.

And while they unhappily waited, Harry found herself in a very silent, eerily so, village. Snow was everywhere and she could already feel the cold creeping up on her, so she made haste and traveled through the village and headed to the tree line. Using it as a guide as well as to help her keep hidden, she made it all the way to Hogwarts on foot, clutching the Invisibility Cloak tightly around herself. Once on the grounds of Hogwarts, she gazed around and winced.

Everything was too quiet and too still, much like the village she'd left behind. The chill of the cold was stronger here, not only brought upon by the snow and chilly air, but also by the presence of the Dementors gliding around the school.

Pushing back her feelings, she went closer to the Black Lake, trying to hurry but still not reveal her cover. She was grateful more than ever for the family heirloom that she clutched around her body.

Seeing the white tomb of Albus Dumbledore's grave, Harry felt all out of sorts and longed to have another talk with the old Headmaster. However, she knew she was there for a reason, so she focused on her task. Seeing the island in the middle of the lake, Harry hesitantly stood on the shores while wondering how the heck was she going to get to it. A chirp behind her alerted her to her not being alone, and she tensely turned to face the intruder, only to be struck dumb by the sight of Fawkes standing on the ground, head tilted to the side as he observed her. He chirped again.

"Fawkes?" she whispered incredulously.

No one had seen him since Dumbledore had died and Fawkes had disappeared in mourning. There was also that Dumbledore's tomb had appeared around his body in a flash of brilliant flames and smoke, and Harry had thought she'd seen Fawkes flying off into the distance after.

Fawkes trilled at her happily and Harry knelt, reaching out to hesitantly pet the phoenix. He bent his head towards her and she let her fingers reverently caress his head.

"It's really you," she murmured.

Fawkes let out a series of happy trills, nuzzling her hand.

"Fawkes, I need your help," Harry remembered what she had to do and what obstacles were in her path. "I need to get to the island and get into Dumbledore's grave. I don't want to desecrate his tomb, but…I need his wand, Fawkes. It's important that I get it, especially before Vol –" she stopped herself, remembering Ron's warning about his name. "You know…that guy," she finished lamely, looking at Fawkes awkwardly and willing him to understand.

She felt kind of silly talking and depending on Fawkes to understand and help her, but she thought that magical creatures (well, phoenixes at this moment) were supposed to be intelligent and comprehensive of things. Or at least she was really hoping so at the moment.

Fawkes vehemently knocked his beak against her hand and then stared at her.

"Er…yeah?" she asked, clueless.

Fawkes gave one last trill and bit at her sleeve, yanking her towards him and then they'd flame-flashed and appeared on the island and right next to the white tomb.

"Brilliant, Fawkes! Now I just need to figure out a way to take Dumbledore's wand without disturbing his tomb and leaving a sign that it's been touched, or doing something that will be too loud or noticeable that I'll get found out and caught," her mind whirled with thoughts on how she could accomplish this, but she wasn't coming up with anything.

Fawkes pecked at her hand and suddenly disappeared, causing her to panic.

"Wait, Fawkes!"

However, her worry was unfounded and Fawkes came back, clutching a familiar wand in his beak before he dropped it into Harry's shaking hands.

"Thank you, Fawkes," she wrapped her hands around it, and breathed in deeply. She smiled sadly at Fawkes. "Think you can flash me out of here? I'm supposed to meet the others in Surrey Park."

Fawkes flitted up, jumping onto her bent knees and then jumping up, caught instinctively into Harry's arms. It wasn't long until they were gone from that spot, leaving behind no sign they'd ever been there. They appeared back with the group, who was startled at their sudden and silent, but rather flashy entrance.

"Harry?!" Hermione screeched. "Oh! Is that Fawkes?"

"Hey, guys!" Harry grinned widely, feeling excited and on a high. "I got the wand and look who I found! Fawkes helped me get it actually."

While they gaped at her, though Rasa's expression was tightly controlled, Harry began retelling what had happened when she was over there.

"So, uh, is he coming with us?" Ron asked, watching Fawkes with wide eyes.

"I guess so?" she shrugged as she held onto the content phoenix.

"We should find a place to stay for the moment," Hermione muttered, looking around anxiously. "I don't like staying out in the open like this."

"We'll stay the night at my place," Harry said. "We'll figure out where to go from there."

She led the way to Privet Drive, right to number four. Unlocking the door and getting everyone inside, they then congregated into the kitchen where Harry rummaged around for what food was left over (and was still good) that they could eat.

"I'll just cook up something," Harry said tiredly as everyone settled into chairs around the kitchen table. "We've got eggs, some cheese that thankfully hasn't expired yet, an onion, some ham…anyone up for an omelet?"

"Here, here," Ron said enthusiastically, while Hermione rolled her eyes. She nodded though, so Harry counted her in.

Harry's eyes traveled over to Rasa, who had a small, pleased grin as his eyes had lit up.

"You cook?" he asked. At her nod, his grin widened. "I'm sure I will enjoy anything you cook, though I do like anything that includes meat."

"So definitely some ham in your omelet," she said teasingly, getting to work.

After a while, when the food was done and everyone started eating, Rasa brought up something that slightly bothered him.

"What's wrong with staying here indefinitely?" he asked them, curious as to why they seemed to indicate that they would not be staying in this place any longer than was necessary.

The three traded glances, but Hermione explained. "It's a Muggle neighborhood, so we can't do too much magic around here without bringing too much attention to ourselves. Sooner or later, a Muggle or even a Magical will catch on, if they're monitoring where magic is being used."

"And I don't really like this place," Harry admitted. "Bad memories," was all she would elaborate with, and turned her attention to feeding Fawkes bits of ham she'd set aside for him.

Rasa eyed her, wanting to question her further about that, but she looked back and shook her head. He'd save it for now, but he definitely wouldn't forget to bring it up later.

"Is there any way we can find out and get a list of the properties your family owns?" Rasa questioned her instead. "From what you told me, it sounds like your family is old and rich, so maybe they held a lot of other properties."

Harry looked skeptical. "I don't know. Maybe? I've never really looked into that, so I don't know anything. Is there a way we can find out?"

"Gringotts," Ron immediately said.

Hermione's eyebrows flew up. "Are we sure we can just stroll up and enter there? Who knows if they'll just hand us over to You-Know-Who or one of his followers."

Ron gave a half-shrug. "Well, Gringotts is largely neutral, since the goblins don't care and don't want to get into wizarding affairs. You-Know-Who and his followers are really pressuring them though, so I figure it's best to get to them now, before they finally crack and side with them. And plus…"

Ron glanced at Rasa, which made him and the two girls look at Ron suspiciously.

"They don't really know him, do they?" Ron gestured to the other red-head. "So he can just stroll right in, without being questioned too much. Harry can Side-Apparate him into Diagon Alley, while she's in her Invisibility Cloak, and then lead him into Gringotts. From there, he can keep acting as a proxy for Harry, or Harry will just reveal herself then and get what she needs done."

"What if he gets questioned outside of Gringotts? A Death Eater or a supporter or a Snatcher decides to come up to him and ask him about his origins, whether he's a Pureblood or not?" Hermione argued.

"I kind of figure that Rasa's intimidating enough that people will back off and not want to approach him," Ron said sheepishly. "We can coach him enough to answer anything he needs to, to pass off as a Pureblood. He seems the type that could pull off a cover and act. Yeah, Rasa?"

"As a shinobi, I've been well-trained in going undercover and acting in deception," Rasa affirmed. "I would have no issue acting and maintaining a cover."

"They'd know all the Purebloods," Hermione countered. "How would Rasa pass off as one, when they could narrow down his lineage pretty quick? We can't pick any of the well-known Pureblood families since all the family members would be known already, and the minor ones would put suspicion on him and cause unnecessary scrutiny and even be sidetracked into an investigation, which we all know would not just waste time, but put him in danger."

"Danger is not a problem," Rasa interjected. "I've been in plenty danger before. But 'Mione is right about the families. If all the well-known ones have their families all mapped out, it would be hard to pass off as one of them without someone denying it, if it comes down to a confrontation. A minor family would be ideal, but then again we will have to work on that given that most others of your world have tried passing off as one, and makes that route harder because its credibility is damaged."

"There are some who claim to come from a long line of Magicals," Hermione said thoughtfully. "Not pure of blood of course, but they have a lineage that dates back far enough. Intermixing their bloods with others, creature blood or even Muggles or half-bloods, but those of families like that still have a lineage to boast of. We could go with something like that?"

Ron fidgeted in his seat. "Actually, I'd been thinking that he could pass off as a relative of mine."

All three of the others stared at him.

"Er, look, Ron…I know he's a red-head too, but his hair is darker than the usual Weasley red," Harry tentatively brought up.

"Yeah, I know," Ron surprisingly said. "That's why he'll be related on my Mum's side. He could be a Prewett, maybe a cousin or something. Mum and the Prewitt side have red hair, or at least some of them, but their hair's not as bright as Weasley hair. Their red hair is darker; maybe not as dark as Rasa's, but dark enough that he could pass as a Prewitt member."

Though Rasa still didn't understand, the other two seemed to get what Ron was talking about. Thinking about it, he could see that Ron's mother was not a born Weasley (so the father was, which indicated this "Weasley red hair inheritance" stemmed from him and his family), and yet she also had red hair and that her own family tended to inherit red hair. Just not as frequently and as red as the Weasleys.

He could be a cousin…a distant cousin, if need be…

"Could a cousin work?" Rasa spoke up with his thoughts and Ron grinned.

"Yeah! I was thinking something like that. It could work, right?" he asked Hermione, looking hopeful.

She frowned to herself, but started to slowly nod. "Yes, I should think so."

"I guess it's off to Gringotts then?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Rasa also thought it would be a good way to scout out the situation, for his own personal benefit as well as their own. He was in a new world he didn't fully understand, and it would help and he'd feel more comfortable if he was able to learn more about this place.

Especially when the first most concern to him had become Harry, and he needed to be able to know everything to be able to protect her well.

"Not bad," Harry looked him over with a critical eye.

They had gotten a well-made, but not too expensive, robe for Rasa to wear. Harry had managed to tailor it to fit him, and it now dressed him perfectly. They got him some nice dragonhide boots to wear too, considering his shinobi sandals would look odd with the robe. Actually, they'd be considered odd to anyone, even in his regular clothing…

Harry also lent the Elder Wand to him, since he needed a wand to complete the look and pass off being a wizard. She also had a spare wand holster for the wrist that she lent him, and he'd practiced manually getting it out with a flick of his wrist and it eventually sliding smoothly into his palm after several practices.

"Magic would have made it easier for you," Harry sighed, examining the holster on his wrist. "It would have been magically attuned to you so that when you needed your wand, you would have to just think it and it would have read the instinct. It's nothing as complex as reading minds or anything, but magical attunements can go a long way. Ready?"

"Ready," he muttered, and then held onto her arm as she flung her Invisibility Cloak over herself and then Apparated them to Diagon Alley. She quickly grabbed a piece of his sleeve and led him to Gringotts, trying to not look like she was by his side. They were almost to the bank when unfortunately they were stopped by a Snatcher.

"You there, you got papers?" the Snatcher looked at Rasa suspiciously.

Harry froze and began to panic, however Rasa merely narrowed his gaze at the Snatcher intimidatingly, causing the other man to take a step back and watch Rasa warily. The red-head smoothly reached into his robe and retrieved the fake papers Hermione (with the help of Ron) had managed to make. He handed it over with an elegant twist of his wrist, holding the papers between his middle and index fingers.

The Snatcher uncertainly grabbed it and skimmed it, before glancing at Rasa warily again.

"You a Prewitt? Wasn't aware there was any more of them, except for that Weasley broad."

Rasa sneered. "A distant cousin. Are you satisfied? I have business to attend to and you're holding me up."

The Snatcher glanced at the papers and then him furtively one last time, before handing them back over and scurrying away. Having now recognized the bank from the trio's descriptions of it (and also having realized the direction Harry had been leading him to), Rasa now led the way more comfortably, unobtrusively grabbing the still tense Harry and moving on.

"That was brilliant," Harry whispered to him. "Are you really that used to going undercover and stuff like that?"

"It is not that uncommon for shinobi to have to infiltrate the enemy, or even to come into contact with one and have to maintain their cover. Before I was Kazekage –leader of my village, I had gone on many missions that required me to infiltrate my village's enemies or even our allies," Rasa replied to her through speaking out of the corner of his mouth.

Harry wanted to ask more questions, but held them in as they finally reached the bank. From there, Rasa silently led them up and inside, where Harry directed him to an empty teller. The bank was quiet and not full of people like it used to be. Instead, it was like a skeleton of the place it once was.

She frowned and discreetly shook her head at this, wondering if the goblins would still stay neutral even after all this. Economy was their problem, and if the economy was stagnant…

After all, no one wanted to buy or sell anything, much less go to the bank, if that meant leaving the "safety" of their homes.

"Go to a teller and ask for Ragnok," Harry whispered urgently. "Tell him you have business with him because of Vaults 687, 711, and 713."

Not knowing the significance of those vaults (or if they were just numbers, the significance of those numbers), Rasa went ahead to one of the goblin tellers and did as she told him. The goblin was about to sneeringly say something, when the numbers of the vaults hit him and instead he nodded tersely.

"Follow me," the goblin spoke gruffly and left his station to go in a direction, where Rasa followed briskly.

They were shown to an office, where the name 'Ragnok' was emblazoned on the door's plaque. From there, they were let in and met the goblin Harry wanted to meet. Ragnok studied Rasa curiously, noticing signs that showed a fellow warrior. He smiled slowly, showing lots of sharp teeth.

"What can I do for you, Mister…?"

Rasa eyed the goblin, feeling like the other was someone who understood battle and knowing the other had also sized him up.

"Sabaku," he answered shortly, wasting no time. "Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, Ragnok, can we get to it already?"

"While I admire your no-nonsense attitude," Ragnok sharp smile widened a bit, "I do believe that either you aren't from…around here, or you're one of the odd ones –people like…Harry Potter, you could say. Someone who actually uses our names."

Rasa forced himself to show no sign of worry, though he could feel Harry tense up beside him.

"I know those vaults. Vault 687 is Potter's trust fund account, 711 is her godfather's personal account, and she's known the certain happenings of 713. What business do you have with her? Or rather, for her."

At this point, Harry decided to reveal herself, removing her cloak from herself and becoming visible. She quietly folded the cloak under scrutiny of the goblin and the watchful eyes of Rasa.

"He's a good friend of mine," Harry said staunchly, although she knew friend wasn't quite the word. "His business is to help me sneak into Diagon Alley and into Gringotts, or if I didn't feel safe enough, to speak on my behalf as well."

"Miss Potter," Ragnok inclined his head slightly, eying her with curious but calculating eyes. "To what do I owe the honor?"

Honestly, she was pretty surprised he was being cordial and even respectful to her. Last she heard, while the goblins had been neutral, they'd been pretty anti-wizard overall. And this one in particular, according to Bill, was supposed to be extremely upset with them.

"I would like to see if there are any properties my family owns," she requested, hoping they weren't going to get a lot of hassle for this.

Ragnok nodded, retrieving a piece of parchment and then a small and oddly ornate needle.

"Business is business, and well…finally there is actually business to do around here," he said dryly, holding out both the needle and parchment to her. "Prick your finger with the needle and then press it firmly onto the parchment. It'll identify if you are who you say you are."

Harry hurriedly pricked her finger with the needle, watching as blood welled up on the surface of her skin. Then she pressed it against the blank piece of parchment, which suddenly came alive and started to form words around her finger and using her blood.

I am who I am

I speak not the lie of being

Two pieces of parchment were then given, and Harry looked at them, realizing it was a list of properties.

"You do indeed own properties, both from the Houses of Potter and Black," Ragnok informed her.

"Wait, I don't have any claim to the House of Black," Harry said in confusion. "My godfather was a Black, but I don't have any other connections or ties."

"He named you his Heir the day you were born. In his will, he stated you were to inherit almost all of his holdings, minus some galleons and properties that went to a few friends, and that upon his death that you were to be emancipated and be given all legal, financial, and judmental control of yourself. After emancipation and as his Heir, you have inherited his title of Lord –or rather Lady –Black and all of the Black estate and inheritance. Your emancipation has also allowed you to fully inherit your rightful and blood-born inheritance as the Potter Head and all of your family's estate and inheritance," Ragnok rounded off matter-of-fact.

"I-I thought Sirius had been disowned," Harry said in shock.

"He was in name, but not officially. The House of Black never formally cast him out, and they especially couldn't and decided not to when the second born son, Regulus Black, disappeared mysteriously, leaving the family without an heir. It was decided then that Sirius Black would be kept into the family and still retain his title as Heir Apparent."

That was a lot of information to take in and Harry grabbed at the parchments, looking through them for a place that sounded safe and obscure. She felt Rasa shift and then move closer to her, reading over her shoulder.

"What's the safest place? The property with the most secure area," Rasa asked her.

She was about to answer that she didn't know, when Ragnok spoke up.

"May I suggest Potter Isle? Potter Manor would have been first choice, but it is currently locked down after the deaths of the former owners –your grandfather and grandmother. You'll have to personally go there and take some time to unravel whatever enchantments you need to. The next best place would be the Isle."

Rasa and Harry traded looks, where both of them silently nodded and agreed.

"I'll have someone retrieve one of your family's premade emergency Portkeys from the family vault," Ragnok said smoothly.

"Is there any way I can go to the vaults, even the Black vaults?" Harry suddenly asked, confusing Rasa.

"You have full access to them," the goblin told her frankly. "You also have partial access to any vaults that belong to members of the Black family that have become members of other families, like through marriage."

"Would I have access to Bellatrix Lestrange's vault?" Harry tried not to sound too eager.

Ragnok nodded. "But it is partial access," he reminded her, due to Bellatrix using her husband's family vault. "Therefore, you cannot physically enter the Lestrange Vault yourself."

Harry tried not to look too down, but obviously she didn't succeed for Ragnok continued on.

"You can, however, remove a limited amount of money or any items from the Lestrange Vault, if you know exactly what you wanted."

Rasa saw Harry grin widely, and wanted to know what she was aiming to do.

"I'd like to know if Hufflepuff's Cup is in there, or something of Ravenclaw's, if you could check please," Harry requested. "And if there is, I'd like it to be given to me immediately."

Ragnok inclined his head. "Very well. I will have that looked into, while I get that Portkey for you."

Once he was gone, Rasa turned to Harry and gave her a questioning look. She gave a hesitant one back.

"I was thinking –if…Tom is going to entrust his Horcruxes to the followers he trusted, like Lucius Malfoy, I don't see why he wouldn't have to Bellatrix. Her vault might be one of the places she would use to secure whatever item Tom entrusted her with. It's worth a try anyhow. And as to why those two items, when Dumbledore was alive and I was working on this with him, we narrowed down the objects Tom would be using to make Horcruxes. You know about the locket, and there was the ring and the diary I told you about too. But to go along with the Founders and the locket, there was Gryffindor's Sword, which we obviously have and had been with Dumbledore beforehand, and the two other Hogwart's founders were Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. I don't know what Ravenclaw's item could be, but Dumbledore and I managed to see a memory of Tom that dealt with Hufflepuff's Cup, so it's the most likely."

Harry shuffled a bit. "He wanted seven, you know. He was going to tear his soul up seven times, so he could be immortal. The diary, the ring, the locket…and now Hufflepuff's Cup and something of Ravenclaw's. That's five we know he made before he 'died' the first time when he faced baby me. We've all guessed that when he came back that his snake, Nagini, probably was made into one too. Altogether…even if it's not the seven he wanted, it's still six too many."

Rasa gave her a reassuring smile, small though it was. "That's three gone already, four if we get that cup or whatever else now, and we already know Nagini is with him and goes everywhere with him, so at least we know where she is. That's five we don't need to worry about at the moment, whether or not we get either Ravenclaw's item or Hufflepuff's Cup today, and we'll worry about the snake later –when we've gotten to the others that's not near that snake bastard."

Just then Ragnok appeared, looking disheveled even with a calm exterior.

"I believe this would be the cup you're enquiring after?" and he held up Hufflepuff's Cup, causing Harry and Rasa to straighten up and stare at the cup intently. The goblin handed it over, with just a mild aggravated sniff. "It was rather difficult to get a hold of, but we managed. And this would be the Portkey. Just say this aloud, and it will activate," he handed them the Portkey and a piece of parchment with the activation word written on it.

Trying not to scream in joy and show her excitement, Harry gave a warm smile towards Ragnok, which she could see had caught him unawares.

"Thank you so much, Ragnok. You have no idea just how much I appreciate this or how important this is to me."

Ragnok tipped his head slightly in acknowledgement, and Harry and Rasa got ready to leave. Still, she had one more thing she needed to do there.

"One last thing, Ragnok –if you could just take out some money from my trust…deduct whatever's there to pay the debt Mister Bagman owes to you and the rest of Gringotts. If it's not enough, take the rest of the amount from either the Potter or Black vaults."

Ragnok frowned. "Why would you do that?"

Harry rocked on the balls of her feet as she thoughtfully looked up. "I know it was a really big thing to you guys, and I think paying debts are important. And I also wanted you to know Mr. Bagman probably didn't mean to slight you guys –he has problems. A lot of problems, I'm sure. But I do know that, even if most of the reason for it was probably selfish, that he had stood by my side and tried to help me through the Triwizard Tournament, when everyone else was against me."

Harry gave the goblin another warm smile.

"It made things just the slightest less lonely then, knowing I had someone in my corner."

She grasped Rasa's hand and pulled on her Invisibility Cloak, leading the way out and missing Ragnok's considering eyes watching them leave.

Outside of the bank, they headed towards an empty alley quickly, hidden and away from any prying eyes. It was starting to look gray and feel cold, and rain started to trickle from above until it continued on heavily.

Harry pulled off the cloak and pushed a surprised Rasa against the alley wall, who hadn't expected it from her as she leaned on her toes and kissed him roughly. But she was on a high and adrenaline was spiking through her veins. Everything was coming to a head, and things seemed to be going alright for once. Ever since Rasa had come, things were going their way and everything seemed less confusing, disorienting, and so, so much more organized and possible to do.

His hands were quick to plant themselves on her hips, squeezing comfortably, and he pressed back into her. He slanted his mouth and took over the kiss, making Harry feel weak in the knees as he gently probed her lips with his tongue. When they lightly parted in surprise, he aggressively invaded her mouth with it, and wrestled with her own tongue. She whimpered and his hands gripped onto her tightly, before pulling her against himself more firmly.

Dumbledore believed in love, didn't he? Hadn't he said that love was the most powerful thing in the world?

Well, she was so fucking in love she could die of it.

If Harry and Rasa came back looking disheveled, lips kiss-swollen, and out of breath, neither Hermione nor Ron said anything. They were, however, all ecstatic at the recovery of Hufflepuff's Cup, which Harry confirmed was a Horcrux. With Ron having taking care of the locket, and Harry and Dumbledore having taken out the diary and ring respectively, they all decided that Hermione should destroy the cup. She was quick to do it, as they all wanted to get it over with, and soon enough the cup was no longer a Horcrux.

"So…just Nagini and Ravenclaw's thing is left, right?" Ron looked around at the group.

"Yeah…yeah, that's right," Harry breathed out. "Nagini is with Tom, so she can't be taken care of until we got whatever item of Ravenclaw's that Tom used. And we need to figure it out in the first place, before we go searching for it."

"Why don't we head to Potter Isle to regroup and rest?" Rasa suggested. "From there, we can try to deduct the likely items of Ravenclaw's, whatever's mentioned in history, that he could have used."

They all agreed and gathered around the Portkey that Ragnok had given to Harry, just a medium-sized book with no outward title or writing on the pages, and Harry spoke the activation word.

"Haven."

It was a quick, if nauseating, trip. They appeared on the shores of the isle, with water behind them and a tree line in front. Everything around them was colorful and lively, and it seemed like a wonderful place to just have a peaceful vacation or to retire to.

"Hello?"

They whirled to face the voice and was met with a youthful face of a woman that looked slightly younger than Rasa. However, both Harry and Hermione recognized her face from somewhere, but Harry managed to realize who it was first.

"Mrs. Flamel?"

Started 4/25/15 – Completed 6/4/15

A/n: Definite, big changes in this chapter from canon, eh? Last chapter hinted at the changes, and from this point on, there's going to be some definite changing around, especially in result of Rasa's presence there. The group's a lot more organized for one thing, right? Haha. Anyway, please drop a review and tell me how you're liking the story and if you want to see something or other!

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1. Power levels: A reviewer mentioned something about power levels, and I had been thinking about this from the beginning. As far as I'm concerned, magic is tough to beat and is covered in a wide array of things, and also I partly like to convey magic as sentient in most of my fics. However, like this reviewer said, Rasa would still be able to kick any wizard's ass, chakra or no chakra. At this point, though I've hinted he has use of his chakra, he's unable to fully utilize it to the extent he's used to in his own world. But his reflexes and training outmatch any out of shape, lazy wizard. In reverse, if say Harry was to be trained in the shinobi arts with fully operational magic…Yeah.

2. Name changes: Well, I'm glad many of you all actually preferred my usage of 'Nagi' to the official 'Rasa.' XD Unfortunately, there will be those reviewers (like one I got on another fic I haven't yet changed his name in) who will be arses and call me an idiot for not writing his correct name like I didn't know it (though if they saw the dates of the chapters, they could easily see the writing was before the official name reveal, geez). So if I still missed any in the earlier chapters, then please tell me (and include where).

3. Fem!Naru and pairing: Normally, I don't genderbend more than one person in a fic (always the main character in it and of the series), but I make exceptions for crossovers (ala my other story "Ill Silenzio Delle Stelle Cadenti). If my creative juices really want to go for it, I go along with them. It's just how I am with my writing. Therefore, more likely than not, fem!Naru will show. As for the pairing, most likely it will be NaruGaa, with Sasori eventually making his way into it. Not only do I love SasoNaru and it's such a rare pairing with no writing for it, but if you haven't read the way I write the pair in my "Yare, Yare! Naruko Gaiden" story, then you're so missing out ;p It's hella fun to write, especially my version of him, though since this isn't a humor fic, a more serious version of him will be showing up…

4. Limes/lemons: You know, I hadn't really thought of this, but actually I might. Originally, I wasn't going to include any at all, but this chapter, I realize there was potential for them (not that this site will have the full version).

5. : It's been awkward thinking about creating one, but I know there are fanfiction authors who have, so I wanted to ask everyone if they think it'd be alright I did? I'm a sub teacher's aide, but the normal school year is almost over, I'm broke, I've been meaning to go back to college, and aside from writing fanfiction for over ten years with not much to show for it aside from all you awesome people giving support, I really need to do something about my finances. Plus, I do actually want to eventually to publish original work soon, and this site is great support with donations for writers. So yes or no?

Anon reviews:

1. Guest: Thanks! I'm glad you like this for some reason, and I always definitely try to get back to it.