Note: Short, but I updated. xO Okay, so it's shorter than normal, but I'm pretty much out of the HP loopish. Lemme get my sync back when OoTP the movie comes around, maybe. xD
Sirius Black paused at the doorway. He blinked at the strange clothing they wore. He himself was clad in the normal wizarding clothing; black robes, black pants and such. They were clad in… things. Dumbledore had told him the word was 'kimono'. Sirius Black thought it was weird.
"Black-san, please sit." The father gestured to a small pillow-ish thing on the floor. "I am Uchiha Fugaku, Itachi's father."
Itachi's father? Well, he saw the likeness. Both had a stern air, and now, both had lines on their face. Out of worry, or out of the horrors of ninja life? Sirius sat down on the pillow cross-legged and thought of the concept. His musing was interrupted when the door behind Fugaku slid to the side, and a hyperactive ball of energy ran into the room.
"Where's Itachi-nii? Are you going to take me to him? Black-san!" Something tugged at his robe. "Black-san, Black-san! I want to see Itachi-nii!"
"Sasuke, stop harassing the visitor." Fugaku rumbled. Sasuke paused immediately, a small tinge of fear in his countenance. Sirius gave a sheepish smile. "It's nothing to worry sir. It's okay."
"Act like an Uchiha, Sasuke. Sit down." Fugaku spoke. Sasuke moved off. The sliding door closed as the mother went into the room. She had waist-length black hair and at last wore a dress that Black was familiar and could relate with. Yes!
"Welcome." Mikoto spoke. She gestured over, and Sasuke ran into her arms. "Sasuke here, he idolizes his brother." She gave a small smile. "Forgive him; he isn't used to having Itachi away for so long."
"Stop babying him." Fugaku snapped. "Tell us what you're here for, Black-san. I'm late for a clan meet."
Sirius Black felt a bead of sweat drip down his face. He gave a sheepish smile again. "Yes, yes… well, Dumbledore sent me to report on your son, as well as bring any supplies or kids…" He threw a glance at Sasuke. "… back to Hogwarts."
"How is he?" Fugaku rumbled. "Is Itachi doing well? He hasn't been replying to our…" He trailed off. "..messages."
Sasuke and Mikoto gave a big grin. Sirius figured it as some son of Uchiha in-joke. "Well, the enemy has been monitoring our communications. Dumbledore told Itachi not to reply, just to be safe." He scratched the back of his head. "Anyway, Uchiha Itachi has been doing well. I can't say much. I've been partnered to him, he's driven by something."
"He'd better work on it." Fugaku grumbled. The older man sipped at his tea. "Because he is, after all, the next Clan Head."
"Ah." Sirius gave a small grin. "Well, anything you want to send him or something?'
"Me! Me, me, me! Okaasaan!" Sasuke, the little boy, was saying. Sasuke tugged at his mother's skirt. "'Kaasan! I want to come!"
"Sasuke, let's think it over." The mother said.
"He's not going." The father rumbled. The mother threw him a glance. "But Sasuke…"
The father glared in turn. "… is acting like a baby."
Black raised an eyebrow. Mikoto turned to him and gave an apologetic smile. "Black-san, please step outside for a moment."
Itachi narrowly dodged a bludger aimed for his head at the last second, resulting in his Firebolt temporarily flying off course. Angelina Johnson raised an eyebrow. Itachi shook his head. He could continue. His hand hurt, but he could continue.
It was now September 6, two days after his first detention with Umbridge. He had, as he sworn, visited Dumbledore in the man's office or tried to, as Dumbledore apparently was too busy with 'important affairs', or so said the letter perched on his desk. Itachi could control himself, for now. His hand hurt like hell, but the Potter boy was safe. He had cooled down after a while. At least he was approachable now. He had sent a Kage Bunshin to Umbridge's office. Dumbledore had ordered him to guard the Potter boy, so here he was in the Quidditch tryouts.
"Uchiha!" The girl's shout broke through his reverie. Itachi felt a sharp pain in his gut as he was thrown off course by another bludger. "Are you okay? Itachi?"
"I'm… fine." The ANBU grunted. "I'm fine." What had happened? Itachi blinked, looking down. Something had gone wrong. What was it..? And then it hit him, in his carelessness he had turned the Sharingan off! Off! He couldn't believe it. His Firebolt quivered. Itachi reactivated the Sharingan. It seemed okay. He was a little woozy, but he was okay.
As Itachi dodged another bludger in his direction, he swore to find a way to keep the Sharingan on at all times. It was necessary.
"I'm going, I'm going!" Sasuke chanted, Mikoto wrapped a scarf around his neck and kissed his forehead. "Be careful, don't trouble your brother, and write back." Fugaku didn't look so happy, but then Mikoto gave a smile as Sasuke ran towards Sirius Black.
"Black-san, Black-san! To Itachi-nii! Itachi-nii!"
Sirius Black raised an eyebrow. Well, he was… bouncy. He ruffled Sasuke's hair as he took out an old boot.
"Eeeh? What's that, Black-san?" Sasuke asked, making a face.
"We call these Portkeys, Sasuke." Sirius said. "They transport us to other places…"
"So! Well, we've decided." Angelina said. "The finalists are Uchiha Itachi and Ronald Weasley."
Harry gave a nod. "Both of them are my friends." He admitted. "But we'll have to make a choice… how about another round?" He glanced at their faces. Angelina nodded in agreement. "Another round then." He turned. "To the air, boys!"
Ron glanced mournfully at Itachi, who was mounted on his Firebolt. Itachi gave a nod as the Sharingan blinked to life. It was time to prove what he was worth.
"Ready…." Angelina raised her hand, the Quaffle barely seen in the dying light. "…. And GO!" She threw it. Itachi spurred his Firebolt forward.
Needless to say, it was a one sided match.