Note: Yes, I know I've been insanely chaotic lately, but school's started for this side of the hemisphere (mainly, the east) and I've got a lot of other things to do aside from updating ficcage. If you guys are getting bored, you can read my blog (the url is in my profile) if you want to look into my life for no apparent reason. I've also begun military training, so yeah, updates are chaotic. Very, very chaotic. xx Advanced apologies for short chapters in the future.
Uchiha Sasuke frowned at the door of his parent's room. Something was happening, he just knew it. He frowned slightly, the frown turning into a babyish pout as he tried to hear what was being said behind the door.
"…. ROOT…"
Sasuke extended a hand and got a good grip on the door. He pulled silently, and managed a small crack. Applauding himself mentally for such a ninja skill, he tried to peer through the door, but was stopped by a caretaker, who led him away. Sasuke frowned again. Perhaps… something wicked this way comes?
Where was oniisan when you needed him?
"DETENTION?" Itachi rampaged, holding back a sneeze. THIS WAS NOT THE TIME, DAMN IT! He glared heatedly at Harry, who glared back. McGonagall crossed her arms.
"Yes, detention." She snapped. Tensions were running high today. "Dumbledore has requested the transformation technique."
"Damn right he should." Itachi snapped. "A few minutes alone with her and he…" He jerked his head in Harry's direction. "… would be spewing more secrets."
"It wasn't my fault!" Harry yelled in turn, seeking to justify himself. "It was all her fault! She said I was a liar! It isn't true, SHE'S the liar! "
"WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO START TAKING THE BLAME FOR YOUR OWN ACTIONS?" Itachi roared. "Be a man, you stupid boy! Didn't Kakashi-san teach you ANYTHING?"
"Now's not the time to argue." McGonagall said with a note of anger, "You are a guard, Itachi, not a killer. Control yourself. Dumbledore has requested for the transformation technique AND the shadow clones. He wants you to guard the school."
Itachi glared at Harry. "I am aware of that." He said with clenched teeth. "It's not like I was aware that the boy Kakashi-san taught and protected was a blockhead…"
"HEY--!"
"YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE, SO SHUT UP AND LET ME HANDLE THIS!" Itachi yelled before Harry could finish. The Potter boy recoiled as if stung. He set on angrily devouring the biscuits McGonagall set out.
"Where?" Itachi asked, turning back to McGonagall. She gave him an offensively pink slip of paper. Itachi nodded.
"You're excused from all your classes tomorrow to practice your flying." McGonagall said. "At 5 pm, you will go to the office and have detention with Umbridge."
Itachi nodded. "Understood."
"How are you going to pull it off?" Harry asked, swallowing the last of the biscuits. "You can't use Polyjuice…"
"I have my ways, Potter." Itachi replied. He turned around, hearing a satisfying billow from his black robes. "I have my ways."
Sasuke yawned, stretching a little and extending his arms. He squirmed a little on the futon before Mikoto entered with a small smile on her face. She held out one of Sasuke's favorite blue shirts and watched as the younger Uchiha gave a wide smile in return and scrambled up to get dressed.
"Okaasan! When will Itachi-nii come back?" Sasuke asked avidly, struggling into a pair of khaki shorts. "When will he come back? Tell me! Tell me! Okaasan!"
"Settle down, Sasuke." Mikoto gave a small laugh and slipped the shirt over Sasuke's head once he was done with his shorts. "We have a special visitor today!'
"Who?" Sasuke asked, eyes shining as he wrapped the bandages on his legs. Itachi-nii did this too, so why couldn't he? "Who?"
"His name is Sirius Black…"
Itachi sneezed as he threw a leg over and mounted the Firebolt. Damn this abysmally cold weather. Clad only in the Hogwarts school uniform with a red and gold scarf around his neck, Itachi was hovering only a few meters from the ground. The year's Gryffindor Quidditch team captain nodded approvingly. Session had started this morning. Early morning, in fact, but Itachi was used to it. After spending a few minutes learning how to pronounce the word and catch up on the brief history, Angelina had taken him to the Quidditch Pitch to 'show her what he could do'.
So Itachi did just that. In the next few hours, he was the perfect Keeper, an excellent Seeker and an unbeatable Beater. Of course, Itachi used his Sharingan. This wizard game was so easy; he could probably be his own one man team.
At around four o'clock in the evening, Itachi changed clothes and used Henge to transform into Harry.
By five pm, Itachi was already knocking on the door of the lion's den.
"Come in." A voice trilled. Itachi bit his lip. He put a hand on the doorknob and walked inside. He was no longer Uchiha Itachi. He was Harry Potter now.
The entire office was draped in bright, girly colors. Itachi kept his temper under control as one of the large, Technicolor cats in the section of ornamental plates glanced at him.
"Good evening, Mr. Potter."
"Evening." Itachi said stiffly. He would not break. He was suffering on account of the Potter boy, but this was his job, so he would endure it. He HAD to endure it.
"Sit down." Umbridge dictated, gesturing to a small table loaded with more lace and a straight-backed chair. "I want you to do lines, but not with a quill." She said, for Itachi had a hand on the flap of his imitation schoolbag. "I want you to do lines with this special quill of mine."
Itachi took the quill resolutely. It was black, with an unusually sharp point. The ANBU began to dread what this sadistic woman was planning. He draped his schoolbag on the chair and sat down, holding the quill.
"There. We're better at controlling our temper, aren't we?" Umbridge spoke sweetly. Itachi clenched his jaw as she slid over a long piece of parchment. "I want you to write 'I must not tell lies'."
"How many lines?" Itachi (as Harry) asked, holding the quill in his right hand.
"Oh, as long as it takes for the message to sink in." Umbridge hinted the last two words. Itachi watched as she sat down behind her lace draped desk. Itachi raised his hand to start writing, but then blinked.
"There's no ink." He said curtly. Umbridge did not raise her head from the papers. "You won't need ink." She said sweetly. "Now write."
Itachi wrote the words on the parchment. I must not tell lies.
There was a piercing pain on his hand. Itachi gritted his teeth as he watched the words appeared on the parchment in shining red ink… no, not ink. Blood. His blood. Itachi frowned as the words appeared on his hand as if made by a skilled medic-nin. Soon, his skin repaired itself, but it was redder than before.
Fuck this.
He bit his lip and kept on writing. He worked harder, faster. He wanted this TO END! The piercing pain never stopped. His hand was bleeding so hard the blood spilled onto the parchment, but Itachi never stopped. He was ANBU. Shinobi do not show emotions. Shinobi do not show emotion. Shinobi Rule 25. Remember.
"Come here, Mr. Potter."
Itachi looked up. His hand was shaking so hard he dropped the quill. Damn blood loss. It was his luck that he had a blood replenishing pill in his bag. Damn bitch.
"Hand." She said. Itachi offered his bloody left hand with hidden satisfaction. Eat that, you little overgrown toad. You wanted lines, HERE'S SOME BLOODY LINES!
She didn't even TAKE his hand. She glanced at it and nodded. "Yes, that will suffice. You may go."
Itachi turned around and took his fake bag as he left the office. Taking out a blood replenishing pill, he bound his hand in bandages. He was accustomed to this. If the Potter boy had been here, he would've DIED. He chewed the pill resolutely. Dumbledore would get an earful. He would, or Itachi would kill Umbridge and imitate her existence to cover it up.