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Avenger:

Chapter 3

Arabella Figg was a squib, a termed used by people to remind her of her ineptitude and cripple status in the magical world. Unlike muggle-born wizards and witches, squibs were magical beings with no magical powers. In the magical world only three things mattered; one the family in which you hailed from, second your blood status, and third your ability to perform magic. She had fulfilled two of those criteria, but had failed the third and as such- she like majority of the squibs was treated with distain.

With this distain and disrespectful, ungodly discrimination, the future for squibs were frown upon and many were given the option to live among the muggles, however, even with this distain and mistreatment some of the squibs remain in the wizarding world. In regards to this Ms. Figg wasn't expecting much, thus when she had received a request from Albus Dumbledore, headmaster Hogwarts; the one who defeated Gindewald; to watch over the boy –who-lived, she had grabbed it with both hands, taken a house in a neighboring neighborhood.

Initially she had been very, very excited for the job. Many, Many times she wanted to go and praise the boy for his bravery (What bravery? He was an infant!), but Dumbledore had told her not to interact with the child (even when she would have him to babysit for the Dursley's) unless he received a threat from the magical world.

"That's a cruel way to give someone a job, headmaster," she said to no one in particular on one evening. Of course, it was she could do nothing more than watch. It was becoming even more so with the boys relatives, however, and she was beginning to lose faith.

"A rotten boy they say, a trouble maker they say, a delinquent they say. Is the savior really all that? Is even fit to be our savior?"

A month passed and Ms. Figg (who hasn't seen harry for a while now decided to find out what was going on), by, being the good neighbor invited Petunia over for a cup of tea and biscuits. Having no idea that the tea and biscuit was made with a small portion of two very strong potions, Petunia had bit into the biscuit then sipped on the tea.

"Questions? What questions? Why am I here?" She was obviously under the influence of the potions and her expression was startlingly blink, her tone of voice neutral as if she didn't know herself.

Ms. Figg didn't answer right away, but then quickly recovered, speaking. "Never mind why you are here at the moment, I want to know about your nephew, Harry Potter."

The boys' name triggered and ugly sneer and Petunias scowled as if she was swallowing a sour lemon; "That trouble –maker," snorts in relief, "got a job. He works for a resident in Privet Drive neighborhood. Don't know and don't care."

Ms. Figg frowned, "What does this resident do?"

Petunia huffed, "Some researcher or something. Like I said, don't know, and don't care."

That was worrying. "I see," Ms. Figg mutters, picking up the tray of biscuits and tea. "You should get back home, Ms. Dursley; perhaps another time of tea and biscuits?"

Petunia left Ms. Figg's house without saying anything farther. Immediately after Petunia left, Ms. Figg rushed to number seven to see for herself.

When I reached the windows to see, I could see young Harry sitting on a desk. He sat, small legs dangling from his chair with a look of concentration on his face as tried to write. I diverted my eyes from him to the rest of the room, it was sparsely decorated. I spotted the adult who Harry was supposed to be working for; he had his back to the window, sitting on a couch. Using a pen to make notes from the textbooks that muggles read scattered all around him. From what I had heard about the young man living in number seven was that he was an Asian foreigner who had arrived a few months back.

I drew a small bag with specks of purple powder out; the powder would detect anything amiss. It was personally given to me by Dumbledore in case anything magical entered the wards, I sprinkled some powder. If it changed color it meant there was magic or lingering magic present in the air.

'A yellow spark,' I thought to myself. That meant Harry was near, but there was nothing else. Even after finding nothing, I left to report to Dumbledore just in case.

Harry was annoyed, angry by nosy neighbors who had made it their personal goal to peek into the Uchiha residence.

'Honestly,' Harry thought to himself. 'Why can't they stop being peeking toms?'

Since Mrs. Figg had come to have a look, Harry couldn't practice the leaf exercise. An exercise to improve his concentration or to learn the fascinating thing called jutsu! Instead he had to bow his head and learn to read and write. Of course that wasn't so bad, but he wanted to learn the cool stuff!

Harry pouts and whines," awe…man, I want to learn the fun, cool, stuff like the shadow clone!"

"Hn," stated Sasuke's clone, "Stop complaining, you sound like a dope." The clone flipped through a page in the book he was reading, "Or, you'll have more to do that's even less exciting."

Harry pouts and looks forlornly at the scrolls he couldn't even begin to explore, saying nothing in response as he waited.

X….

Sasuke wasn't having the time of his life. "You fucking snake, I'll burn you." That's right people! The great Uchiha was talking to a snake; that instantly upon seeing him ran. Ran like man who was pissing its pants from the Uchiha who wanted to add it to his collection.

The snake hissed, "You'll never catch me~ you'll never catch me~ you'll- it's annoying singing hisses were grating on Sasuke's nerves, but it didn't take long for the Uchiha to seal it.

"Hn, looks like you got caught after all."

After shopping, he entered his house; only to detect at least three people had already come near his place.

"How nosy the damn neighbors are," he muttered annoyed. Sighing he called for Harry, "Harry?"

The boy in question came to him with his palms outstretched to grab the vegetables which he had brought for dinner.

"I'll be cooking. You just wash your hands then set the plates on the table."

The boy nodded and immediately obeyed. While setting the plates on the table, which was effortlessly done, he kept on giving Sasuke glances.

"Spill, Harry;" I said not turning my back as I prepared dinner.

"Why are there so many people coming to your house, but nobody comes inside? Instead they all stare from outside, why is that?"

Sasuke refrained from mouthing his usual Hn and, "Basically they see me as an outsider." Giving Harry a glance he explained. "It's someone who does not belong."

"They stare because they are curious about me, but still haven't mustered up enough courage to directly talk to me, chuckles a bit, "well, I'm not the easiest person that someone would approach."

Well, yea that was true, Harry guessed, but he had another question to ask.

"But … how does your clone know when there is someone nearby, even though he has been sitting on that couch since the time you left?"

"It is the result of a sealing barrier jutsu, which is used to safeguard against intruders, or uninvited people."

"Can I learn that sealing jutsu?"

"You may, but I barely have much knowledge of the subject myself," he sounds amused as if the boy asked a silly question. "And, most of the seals I use are designed by my ex-teammate who had studied the subject. How is the progress on the leaf exercise?"

Harry answered embarrassed, "I can make it stick for one second before it falls off."

"Hmm… tomorrow we will go to London to get a few more snakes. For now, I want you to train in the Uchiha style katas, then practice shuriken with the darts in the living room against the dartboard."

"Yes Sensei," Harry answered obediently, grinning as he left.

Two days, two days later Harry and Sasuke spent two hours searching for a sign of the magical snake that had claimed the city's underground sewer system as its own.

According to, the captured snakes, there was a violent magical two-headed snake that exclusively preyed upon any animal that founded its way there; its diet mostly consisted of animals such as: other reptiles, dogs, cats and baby crocodiles.

Sasuke committed the information (its shape, size, age and color) to his memory.

The Sharingan.

Mr. Uchiha could simply glance into his enemies whether human and animal, could tell how to defeat them, could predict any action before it came, and/or before the enemy could execute it. The amazing thing was that a counter would be already ready.

Sometimes though he wouldn't activate his Sharingan, sometimes, he would poke his enemies and they would spasm as if electrocuted. It had happened in the city once; a bunch of teenagers had tried to mug them and had simply flicked them on their foreheads and they had fallen on the ground withering in pain. But apart from that, the coolest thing was whenever we entered any establishment- every person immediately focused on Mr. Uchiha as if he was a celebrity. Women licked their lips. Started playing with their hair, and/ or laughing at some joke while their eyes never left Mr. Uchiha. The men automatically stood up straighter, chin up, chest up, and spoke in a manner as if they were talking to someone of a higher status.

Well, you probably aren't worried about Mr. Uchiha and how cool he his, huh? Or, you probably already know, huh? Alright then, I decided! My thoughts drifted from my previous memories and I return to focus on the objective-catching a two-headed magical snake!

As we were tailing the snake trail; I let out a hiss.

"Where are you? Come to me."

I sighed, repeating that statement over and over. How many times did I repeat that in snake tongue? One, two, no, five times. The tunnels made my voice echo. I was about to give up when suddenly I got a response.

"Who dares enter my lair?"

"A Speaker; show your-self."

"I show myself to those who are worthy; the snake hissed back, why should I show myself to you?"

"I," I began; "offer a passage to Ryucchi cave."

"Do NOT lie to me speaker! I, unlike my brethren, do not believe tales of old ryucchi cave. It is a myth."

He didn't believe me. Well, I had one shot, if he didn't come out than Mr. Uchiha wouldn't leave me to on my own – better yet, let me do things by myself. So, with that in mind I threw out one last ditch effort.

"I come with a man bearing a contract!"

"So the speaker does not hold a contract, but an ordinary human does? What do you take me for?"

What? Did he think I took him as a fool? I'm a kid not suicidal! "Take it WHATEVER way you like! You will never know unless you come to US!" Oh, uh, wait? Uh, does that count as being suicidal?!

Before I could panic about me doing something foolish, I heard small scraping noises from one of the tunnels.

"I have come speaker," the snake hissed, revealing itself. It was majestic looking reptile with a length of 20-25 feet, black scales, head outstretched menacingly with 10-15 centimeter pointed, long venomous fangs. I didn't know, but I was going on a guess, but I think I knew the species- a cobra; a king cobra.

"If this is a trap I shall use my venom to melt your skin off your bones," it hissed threateningly at me, but I wasn't scared of him, no, I was scared of the person standing right next to me.

All in all it was quite intimidating, I wanted to turned tail and run, but I couldn't.

Mr. Uchiha had his arms to his sides and his Sharingan blazing full on, sparks flying off his body, dancing across his small sword called a Tanto.

I saw Mr Uchiha withdrawing the scroll, throwing it, while keeping one end still in his hand. The scroll opened, spreading widely.

The snake's eyes widened before it lowered its head touching the scroll with its forked tongue, and then raising its head again.

"So it is true, the paradise exists. What is required of me to enter?"

Mr. Uchiha didn't answer, so I decided to ask a question that I was curious about.

"Tell us are there more of your kind having similar magical in nature's?"

"Yes there are….."

Arabella Figg

It had been two weeks since I had contacted Dumbledore and he had dismissed my worries; fully he ignored my concerns, as the boy was interacting with other muggles besides his relatives, the Dursley's.

Even though, he paid a visit two nights ago. However, he detected nothing amiss with the wards and when he went to check at # 7 he detected no ill-intent, or dangerous from the young man that Harry was getting along with.

I had been a bit peeved about it, but as Dumbledore ignored my worries and concerns and has issued that I stay put, I could do nothing, but try to keep an eye out. Unfortunately, after being caught by the boy peeking into the house I refrained from going to #7.

Within those two weeks, the- boy-who- lived didn't show any of his delinquent behavior and I thought that Petunia might have exaggerated a little. Of course, I could be wrong and the boy might just be pretending so he could go back to his employee. (Oh, yes, a seven year old pretending to be good just so he could leave his relatives clutches yet again. Yea, pretending, I highly doubt). But, then it came time to register Harry and the Dursley's son into school again.

Harry has been admitted into Saint Andrews's primary school (A/n she doesn't know that Harry is admitted under the Uchiha funds instead of the Dursley's funds, and sees it as the Dursley's being magnanimous towards Harry) while Dudley was admitted in another.

I knew that the family did not want Dudley coming under Harry's unsavory influence, but going to different schools were uncommon among boys living in the same area. It was probably Petunia trying to provide her sister's child a better future.

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