Hello again!

Sob School started today. Looks like this will be my last post for the week. As you read this, you may be sure that my laptop is now in the possession of my father's locked office room. Sigh

I worked hard to put this up today, so I wouldn't leave you all hanging for the rest of the week or fortnight. So review, okay?

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Harry Potter, or anything to do with them.It was 3:45 in the afternoon, and Naruto was a nervous wreck.

The blonde was pacing the large living room, wringing his hands. His and Jiraiya's photographed faces beamed down at him from their frames all over the cheerfully white walls. Dark, polished wooden panels ran along the length of the room, and although they seemed to make the room look bigger, to Naruto, they were taunting. Sleek black leather couches were arranged in front of the fire place, one of which was occupied by a ridiculously composed Jiraiya.

Naruto just about snapped as he heard the rustle of the page Jiraiya calmly turned on the novel he was reading, oblivious to his ward's discomfort.

'Aren't you in the least bit nervous?' Naruto snapped, glaring daggers at the closet pervert.

'Why should I be?' Jiraiya asked nonchalantly, his eyes never leaving his book. 'He may never show up, you know.'

'Aren't you the one that believed in all this shit?' Naruto asked incredulously. 'You made me change into this…this penguin suit!'

Indeed, Naruto was clad in a tux that seemed slightly large on him, although this fact wasn't very noticeable. Jiraiya had forced it on him at 2:00 that afternoon, after making sure that Naruto had brushed his teeth and washed his face.

'First impressions count,' Jiraiya said, completely unruffled by Naruto's distress.

Naruto growled at the back of his throat. 'Don't you think this is going over the top?' he hissed. 'I don't look like I'm too eager, is that it?'

Jiraiya pointedly ignored him.

Naruto gave up, throwing his hands into the air, frustrated. Instead, he opted for staring at the clock placed on the mantelpiece above the fireplace, willing for time to move faster.

Just as the clock struck four, the doorbell rang.

Naruto paled.

Itachi Uchiha was a sadistic bastard, according to everyone who knew him.

With long, dark black hair that fell in layers around his shoulders, and deep swirling pools of black for eyes, the man looked evil. His pale skin was a significant distinction to his hair, seemingly glowing in the contrast. He could only be defined as beautiful, although not quite Naruto's taste. Sure, Naruto swung both ways, but Uchiha Itachi was just plain scary.

He proved just how sadistic he was as he watched, highly amused, a certain pale, blue-eyed blonde refusing to make eye-contact with him at all, and seemingly focused on a tiny black spot on the edge of the otherwise pristinely white carpet.

'So-' began Naruto, not looking up, 'So, I really am a- a wizard?'

'Yes.'

'And I have to go to this Hogwarts school, whether I like it or not?'

'Yes.'

'And this old pervert,' Naruto nodded at Jiraiya, 'won't be allowed to come with me?'

'Yes.'

Naruto finally looked up. A number of emotions danced in his eyes. Awe, at finding out that he was a wizard. Relief, for quickly finding somewhere he would be accepted, and believed about, being a wizard. Sadness, as well as ecstasy, because he'd be leaving his perverted old mentor behind. And finally, irritation, because as of the last ten minutes, Itachi seemed to be capable of answering with but a single word.

'How do I know that when I get to King's Cross, where this supposed muggle barrier is,' said Naruto, narrowing his eyes, and practically choking on the ridiculous new word he now knew was meant for people without magical powers, 'I won't just crash into a stupid wall, and then someone comes out with a camera and tells me this is all a hoax?'

'You don't,' Itachi smirked.

Naruto glanced at Jiraiya, looking for his opinion. 'Well?'

Jiraiya looked blankly back at him. 'Well what?'

The blonde summoned all his patience in a bid to keep calm with the white-haired man. 'Well, what do you think of all this?' he said through gritted teeth.

'I think he's telling the truth,' Jiraiya said, glancing at the stoic Uchiha.

Naruto looked back down at the carpet. 'Oh.' The he glanced back up at the Uchiha. 'I don't suppose you could prove to me that you're a wizard?'

Itachi nodded. He slipped his hand into the briefcase he had brought along with him, and pulled out a long stick.

'This,' he said so quietly, Naruto and Jiraiya had to lean forward to hear, 'is my wand. When you're getting your school supplies, at Diagon Alley, like I said, you may get your own. Each witch or wizard has a different wand, depending on the witch or wizard themselves.'

'So can you do something with that?' Naruto asked, staring at the long piece of wood.

Itachi waved the wand, and the logs in the fireplace burst into flames.

'Wow!' Naruto exclaimed, finally getting excited. 'That was awesome! Do something else!'

'No, that will do for now,' Itachi said, putting his wand away. 'I have proved my point. Now, is there anything else you wish to know?'

Naruto mentally went over the list of things he had just been told. No muggles (he still had a slight tickle in his throat when he said that word) were to know of the existence of wizards. Naruto could get his school things at Diagon Alley, where he would exchange his—actually, Jiraiya's—money for wizard currency. The school train to this Hogwarts was on Platform 9¾(Itachi had explained carefully how exactly to get on to it), which would leave at precisely 11 o' clock from Kings Cross station.

He'd also learned that he was a special case. Almost all wizards, according to Itachi, had discovered their magical potential well before they turned eleven. And Naruto, having turned sixteen a few months back, had missed out on five years of wizard training. In order to keep up with his classes, he would be given a special device called a time-turner ('Which no one can know of,' Itachi had admonished). He would also be attending extra classes, which would detail all the educational material that was taught to all first years through to fifth years.

All in all, it sounded like a LOT of hard work.

Jiraiya piped up, nudging Naruto out of the way. 'How do we get to this Diagon Alley?'

Itachi nodded. 'I've been instructed to take you there myself. When do you think you'll be able to make the trip?'

'Now's good,' Jiraiya said.

Naruto shook his head at once. 'Jiraiya, no way. Not now.'

'Blondie has a point,' Itachi said, glancing down at the watch on his wrist and ignoring the look of outrage on Naruto's face. 'It's 6 o' clock. Too late if you want to get all your stuff in one go.'

'Do you think you can come tomorrow? It's Friday, so we'll be free all day,' Naruto said.

'I shall be here at 10 o'clock,' Itachi said, rising from the sofa. 'Be ready by then.'

Jiraiya rose as well, as did Naruto.

'Well, thank you for your time, Itachi,' Jiraiya said, shaking his hand. 'We'll see you tomorrow.'

'You shall.'

With that, Itachi let go of Jiraiya's hand, twisted on the spot, and…vanished.

If Naruto had had any doubts about this before, those doubts disappeared as Itachi did.

'Cool!'

'Naruto, are you ready yet?' Jiraiya poked his head around the door to Naruto's room. The boy was running a hand through his blonde spikes, in front of the dressing table mirror. He was dressed and ready in a pair of black jeans and form-fitting black shirt. 'What, no orange today?' Jiraiya teased, knowing the boy's love for the color.

'I don't know, I just figured all wizards wore black,' Naruto shrugged. 'Don't you think so?'

'No,' Jiraiya shook his head. 'Brat, dress how you normally do. We can worry about making impressions once we get a good look at these people.'

'You say that like they're – I mean, we're, abnormal or something,' Naruto frowned.

'Sorry. This'll just take some getting used to,' Jiraiya said, leaving the room. 'Anyway, Itachi will be here in a few minutes, so change into something normal quickly.'

Naruto nodded and pulled off his shirt as he hurried across the room to his cupboard. He knew he was intelligent, but he just couldn't keep his room neat. His room could literally be defined as a site where a laundry-bomb had exploded. His smaller possessions were strewn across the floor, along with several bits of clothing which had yet to meet the washing-machine. Which would explain why, about five minutes later when Jiraiya called up that Itachi had arrived, Naruto cursed, having not found a clean shirt in the pile at the foot of his wardrobe.

'Naruto!' Jiraiya called up again.

'Coming!' Naruto yelled, spotting an orange shirt and yanking it out of the debris. He hastily pulled it over his head and made a mad dash for the stairs.

Bounding down two steps at a time, Naruto caught sight of Itachi waiting patiently next to a beaming Jiraiya at the living room doorway.

'Hey there, Itachi!' Naruto called. Just then, he missed a step. He felt his stomach drop as he tripped.

'Wingardium Leviosa!'

Naruto felt himself stop just before his head connected with the stairs. Blinking, he slowly opened his eyes. He glanced down at himself.

'AWESOME!' he yelled, staring at himself in awe. He was flying!

Jiraiya was just as excited as Naruto, not seeming to care that the boy had almost severely injured himself. His eyes seemed to bulge out of their sockets as he gaped at his levitating kid.

Itachi flicked the wand that he had out and pointing at Naruto. With a startled yell, Naruto landed—safely—in an undignified heap at the foot of the stairs.

'Let's do it again!' he cried in glee, leaping to his feet.

'No.'

'Aw, come on!'

'No.'

'You're no fun,' Naruto pouted, facing off and glaring at his right.

Where he was met with another Itachi.

'Argh!' he yelled in horror, backing away. He sent a quick glare in Itachi's—the Itachi that was next to Jiraiya—direction. 'Are you kidding me? Like one of you isn't enough?'

Itachi smirked. 'Honored as I am to know your opinion of me, Blondie, that isn't me.'

Naruto glanced back at the new Itachi. Come to think of it, if you looked closely, you could see that they weren't really the same, although stunningly alike. This new Itachi had the same deep pools for eyes, but they seemed softer. His skin was just as pale, but supple and younger, with practically none of the stress lines that framed the actual Itachi's face. The most distinguishing feature, though, was his hair. It wasn't long at all. Oh, no. No, this guy's hair was shaped like a-

'Duck's butt,' Naruto muttered, staring at the hair.

No one moved. Naruto could have sworn he heard Itachi suck in a breath in an attempt to control laughter. Hmm. He hadn't heard Itachi laugh yet. Wonder what that sounded like.

'Dobe.'

Naruto's eyes widened in surprise. Dobe. Hmm, Jiraiya had called him that once. What had he said it had meant? Wasn't it…dead last?

'Teme!' Naruto suddenly said loudly, angrily pointing at the new guy. That, Jiraiya had told him, meant 'bastard'. 'Bastard, why are you insulting me?'

Itachi stepped in smoothly. 'Blondie, meet my younger, insignificant brother: Sasuke.'

Naruto didn't miss the glare Sasuke directed at his older brother.

'Why the hell did you bring him?' Naruto snapped at the older Uchiha.

'He needs to get his school supplies as well,' Itachi said. 'I thought I might as well kill two birds with one stone.'

Jiraiya stepped forward and gripped Naruto's shoulder tightly. Naruto flinched and slapped his hands away.

'Come on, brat. Be nice,' Jiraiya said, grinning in Sasuke's direction. He suddenly bent down and whispered so quietly that no one save Naruto could hear, 'Or else no ramen for dinner tonight.'

The effect was instantaneous. Naruto knew how hard it was to get his favorite dish here in Britain, so he never passed up a chance to get his hands on it.

Naruto beamed at Sasuke, flashing all his pearly whites. Sasuke was slightly surprised at the sudden change in attitude, but didn't let his impassive expression slip.

'Alright!' Naruto said cheerfully. 'How do we get there, then?'

Itachi strode forward. 'I'll need you all to hold on to me,' he said, distaste at having anyone touch him etched clearly on his face. 'I'm going to apparate.' Catching the looks of slight confusion on Naruto's and Jiraiya's faces, he added, 'It's when wizards disappear from one place and reappear in another place of choice.'

'Can't he appa… appa…appa-whatever by himself?' Naruto asked, nodding at Sasuke.

'He's underage,' Itachi said. 'One can't apparate,' he said, stressing the word for Naruto's benefit, 'until they're seventeen. Sasuke is sixteen.'

'So he'll be in my class?' Naruto asked, horrified. Jiraiya discreetly coughed. 'I mean…Great. He'll be in my class.'

'That, of course, will depend on what subjects you will be taking,' Itachi said. 'Sasuke wants to become an auror, of all things, so if you want to be something different when you graduate, you'll be taking different subjects.'

'What's an auror?' Naruto asked, curiously looking at Sasuke.

Sasuke stared back, his face expressionless.

'Aren't you going to say anything?' Naruto asked, irritated.

'Hn.'

'Oh, brilliant, it speaks,' Naruto said sarcastically. 'Apparently, all that comes out of it's mouth are insults and Hn's.'

Jiraiya glared at the blonde. 'No ramen for you, kid,' he mouthed at Naruto, but to no effect, since Naruto was still glaring at the raven.

'An auror is a dark wizard catcher,' Itachi interrupted.

Naruto turned to him. 'Dark wizard?'

'Wizards gone bad,' Itachi said simply.

'Oh.'

'Well, time's wasting, we should get a move on,' Itachi said, glancing at his watch. 'We're already behind schedule by fifteen minutes.'

Sasuke strolled over to his brother and grabbed a piece of his coat. Naruto followed and did the same, but pointedly grabbed the other end. Jiraiya merely put a hand on his shoulder.

With a long-suffering look, Itachi twisted and, taking the three with him, vanished.

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Oh, and for those wondering about my other fic, no worries, I'll be working on and posting that chapter next time I gain access to my laptop. Which, hopefully, will be soon.