Ninja Wizard ch. 8
Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley, any wizard aware of the powers he or she possesses, knows where to find it. It's main entrance is a inconspicuous pub named The Leaky Cauldron. Inside, sounds indicated new arrivals.
"Alastor, Minerva," The eldest members of the shinobi group were greeted by the pub's bartender, "What can I do for you? Some tea perhaps?"
Minerva smiled but declined, "No but thanks Tom, we have some business in Diagon."
"I'll bet it has something to do with those two who arrived with you?" the bartender looked at the two smaller forms behind the adults.

Harry and Spectre watched their surrounding area. Their heads hidden by the hoods of their full-body cloaks, similar those of the ANBU but instead of masks the two used a genjutsu to hide their faces. The two each watched a different side. If one looked in front of them, the other checked the back. One took left, the other right. They always looked in different direction then the other. They noticed the old, dusty interior of the pub. The walls were dark and relatively uninviting. The smoke from several pipes gave the whole building a suffocating atmosphere.

Aside from the building, it was the clothing of the two Shinobi that set the feeling of the surrounding people to 'Dangerous'. Hooded cloaks had after all been worn by those who followed the Dark Lord and within five minutes the air was extremely tense.
"YOU HAVE A LOT OF GUTS TO COME HERE DRESSED LIKE THAT!!!" a man shouted suddenly, his wand was out.
Around the cloaked figures, people started to rise, feeling braver to the outburst of the man.
"I fail to understand what you mean. If it's my cloak, I have always worn it."
"A CONFESSION!!" the man cried out, "HE'S BEEN A DEATHEATER SINCE BIRTH!!"
The two boys looked at each other, the sharingan allowing them to see through the other's genjutsu.
Spectre rolled his eyes, unseen by the bystanders, "I am no 'Deatheater'," he told the man.
"Is it just me or are these wizards paranoid like hell," Harry mouthed, his head moved a little to the side as a red beam slashed through the air. The man told the crowd the two were obviously lying.
"Killer intent?" Harry asked.
Spectre shook his head, "They will fear us even more. That isn't what we want, right?"
Harry looked at the forming riot, "They need to back off, one way or another." Nobody heard the warning in his voice.
A loud 'BANG' was heard. The crowd flinched while the two in cloaks barely showed a sign of hearing the sound. Moody limped over and stood before the shinobi, facing the crowd. His wand was pointed at the face of the 'leader'.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" The retired auror spoke, years of experience showing in his voice, "These two are starting at Hogwarts. Do you really intend to attack two first-years because of their clothing? I happen to know that these outfits of them are a fashion in parts of the Muggle-world."
"They are acting very suspicious," one of the others, a woman, called back.
"It's a new world for them, see how you act in the muggle-world for the first time," Moody said.
"Why would I want to go to that god-forsak-UGH." The woman told Moody before one of the two figures moved. The woman was silenced when she noticed the blade pointed at her throat. Nobody had seen the person move.
"Are you sure you want to finish that sentence?" The figure hissed, from his crouched position, "Yes, I am raised in the normal world. To tell you the truth, I wouldn't want to trade it for all the gold in the world. Why? My skills were gained in that world, I am not letting anybody mock them."
A second blade flashed, this one was pointed at the throat of the first cloaked person, "Stop it, Mimic! This was not what we had agreed upon. Remember what I said about Itachi. We do not want to go that way and I will stop you should it be needed."

A sigh sounded from 'Mimic' as he stood up. He didn't seem to worried about the blade, "Perhaps. These wizards are too ignorant of the other world. Like I said, I hate to have my skills mocked."
The blades left their respective targets and were hidden inside the cloaks. The two turned and walked towards their 'guardians'.
"Where do we go?" Harry asked.
McGonagall guided them to the backdoor, to a small area. At first glance it was a dumping area for the bar,with garbage cans and full bags lying around.
"So, a hidden entrance. Right?" the cloned shinobi said, "Press the brick and the door will open."
"That is cor-"
"It's that brick, right?" The cloaked person continued, pointing at one of the bricks. The brick in question glowed with energy, to the eyes of Sharingan that was.
"Yes, it is," McGonagall said, then she blinked as she realized what the subject was, "How did you know?"
"We can see it," Spectre said, "To our eyes, it glows with energy."
Moody's eyebrow rose but he stayed silent, instead he tapped the brick with his wand. The brick shifted and started moving, soon other bricks followed and a gateway was created.

"That was interesting," Harry announced after the group had taken their first steps in Diagon alley. He observed as people who saw the two cloaked shinobi became nervous. Children hid near their parents, Wand-carriers retrieved their precious tool. The two shinobi had an feeling of power around them.
"Where to first?" Harry asked, apparently oblivious to the feelings of the surrounding people.
"We should go to Gringrotts, the wizarding bank," Moody told them, his normal eye looking at the two, the other swirling around in its socket.
"Please," Spectre said, waving his hand along the street, "Lead the way."

The foursome walked down the street to the bank, fearfully watched by the wizarding population. The ninja part of the group kept observing, faces hidden in the darkness of the hoods of their cloak.
"Moody? Minerva?" a voice spoke through the silence that had haunted Diagon since the two Shinobi had made their entrance. A man along with his wife and several children had stepped up. Their most striking feature was that all of them had red hair.
"Arthur, Molly," Moody acknowledged.
"Who are they?" the oldest looking son said, distrust apparent in his voice as he looked at the two cloaked figures.
"We're being guided around by the two of them," one of the two spoke.
"Why are you guys cloaked? Do you got something to hide?"
"Percy, please," The mother admonished, "Minerva, I haven't seen you in ages. The headmaster said you had been in trouble."
"Well, I had to check something which brought me in some trouble, but I am okay now," Minerva said, looking back at Harry (or was it Spectre?)
"We received orders of Dumbledore that we should warn him if you had been found so I've done so."
A couple of 'CRACKS' were heard.

At the mention of the the headmaster's name, the two shinobi moved. In one fluid move, too fast to be seen to the naked eye, Moody and McGonagall were suddenly a good 20 meters from their former positions as several wizards appeared, wands drawn by all.
The eldest boy and his parents also grabbed their wands and pointed it to the two cloaked figures. Wands were drawn from all sides as people joined in.
"Nice day for shopping, right?" Harry muttered as he placed one hand inside his cloak. After sacrificing a part of his energy, he pulled back his arm. A sword had appeared in his hands.
"We could have ditched the cloaks and gone for a regular Henge instead," Spectre replied, "It could have saved us the hassle of all this."
Harry looked at him, "Could have, but this is so much more fun."
"True," Spectre said, his hands moved together. One hand was folded over the extended middle- and index-finger of the other. It was that nobody could see through the genjutsu-enhanced shadow of the hood or else they would have seen the feral smirk of the cloned ninja, "Let's show them the power of fantasy," he told his partner, "KAGEMANE NO JUTSU!!"
The shadow of Spectre extended and hit the shadows of several wizards, binding the whole group together.
Spectre stood up again, his jutsu was done. His shadow connected through the shadows of the crowd to bind them all. This much to the surprise of said crowd.
"Go to the bank. Once you've arrived flare your energy, I'll use Shunshin to head to your location," Spectre said, "I'll find a way to entertain myself."
Harry nodded, "I will, take care."
The shadow-caught mob split apart, leaving space for the three to leave. Spectre grinned as he (and by extend the others) gave salute. After the three were gone from sight, the grin left the clone's face, turning it serious.
'I am just a structure of Harry's energy, constantly drawing upon his energy. His Chakra-levels are always 50 at best. It forces him to learn to conserve his energy, even as his body tries to force itself to full power. Yet I am worried. I have been carefree about it but Harry has been progressing fast, too fast in my eyes. Due to our lack of understanding of the energy we wield, neither of us can actually fault the other for that.'
Spectre looked up as he felt a small rising of energy down the street. He allowed the shadows to retreat. Before anybody could move a wind picked up leaves, scattering the view of the cloaked person. When it died out again, the spot where the Spectre had been standing was empty.
Spectre appeared a few feet away from Harry, who wasn't very surprised. The ninja had felt the small surge of Chakra, following his own spike. Although it was his own energy, making it harder to sense it. This, together with the fact that Spectre liked to attack suddenly, made Harry's senses very good. While he had no visual of the people around him, he was well aware of them. Spectre had the same, if not better, senses.
Harry locked eyes with his clone. Harry pointed with his head. A small nod was the only signal that Spectre gave in return.

"Dumbledore," Harry spoke, turning to one side of the back. The tone was only acknowledgement of the headmaster's presence, nothing more. McGonagall's eyes widened in fear, almost like an abused wife.
"May I ask who you are?" The headmaster asked as he approached the group. Harry had positioned himself between McGonagall and Dumbledore. Spectre was also in front of the witch but more to the side, leaving some space around McGonagall. Spectre had chosen that position to be close enough should somebody attack from behind. A glance at 'Mad-eye' showed that he had taken out his wand and his eye was spinning like crazy.
"We've met before," Harry told the wizened wizard.
"DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, SNAPE!!" A red beam flew from Moody's wand. The sound of a gong was heard. Everybody turned to the sound.
"To think you would stoop that low, for a grudge," Moody called out.
A growling greasy wizard made his way through the crowd, "Who would have thought that the best Auror would turn traitor," the man sneered. The crowd started muttering.
"That I stopped following the headmaster is not a sign that I have abandoned the wizarding world. In fact, My defection is in the best interest of the wizarding world."
"You betrayed us for Voldemort!!" Dumbledore exclaimed.
"I haven't sold my soul yet. No, I have joined another group, opposed to Voldemort as well as you."
"What kind of group?" Dumbledore asked.
"That would be us," Harry removed his hood, allowing the people to see his face for the first time. He opened his eyes, showing the glittering green instead of the blood-red that was Sharingan.
"Harry, why?" Dumbledore stuttered. Mutters arose around them.
Dark emerald-green eyes locked with blue-grey, "You abuse your status, you are too used to people taking your orders. You force people into decisions. Not which is best for them, but what is best for you or best for this world. 'The need of the many outweigh the need of the few'. I am against that. If you want me at Hogwarts, you better change that attitude," Harry smirked, "Besides, you would have difficulty in keeping me there. You wouldn't be able to stop me."
"You have a lot of guts, Potter. You cannot be serious," Snape sneered.
"Who says I am not serious," A voice from behind Snape spoke, "I have the ability to back up my words, after all." Harry had disappeared and appeared behind Snape. A dagger was casually pointed at the potionmaster's throat. Harry continued in a whisper, unheard to all but Snape, "I did stop you at Hogwarts. I'd like to know why you lost control. Is it because you didn't believe somebody could be abused worse then you, or is something else? I can forgive you but in return I expect an apology to Minerva. The choice is yours."

Harry backed off and looked at Dumbledore, "I have little to say what I haven't already told you. Please be aware that your current approach will only make us enemies. I do not respect you, I do not however hate you, yet. I understand your position, but try to gain trust next time. People do, or in any case should, not allow head-figures dictate their moves. They should think if it is in their best interest to follow, speak up if they think something isn't right. I did just that and I am treated like I am at fault."
"You are a child, you do not know the difference between Good and Evil," Dumbledore said.
Harry's unwavering gaze regarded the headmaster, "Good does not equal Right, nor does Evil equal Wrong. History tells us that there are many sides and many ideals, none of them can be identified as true Evil or true Good. And besides, without darkness we cannot see light," Harry turned his back on Dumbledore, "This conversation has told me enough."
"Which is?"
Spectre moved, bringing attention to him, "That last sentence of yours, it told us that you will not accept the opinion of a, if any, child. Therefore we will not go to Hogwarts. It was a test, you failed."
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, "What test?"
"A small trial to see if you could admit mistakes, if you could accept the fact that people could abandon you. You did not."
"Who are you?"
"I've gained the reputation of being Harry's teacher, but he is at a level equal, if not higher then my own."
"You told him this nonsense?"
"Nonsense," Spectre paused as if to examine the word, "To you perhaps. I do not agree with that opinion. Harry has gone through a lot, I have only played a small part in his life. He has his own ideas. I'll admit we have talked about what I think about that. Other then that I have never enforced an idea. If you would excuse us, the four of us have shopping to do."
"I still think we have to talk!!" Dumbledore spoke. He started radiating power.
Minerva and Moody started sweating. The two shinobi looked at the headmaster, totally ignoring the waves of magic.
"Nice trick, but not effective against us." Spectre said. Behind the clone, the two wizards were suddenly able to resist the attack of the man they had respected for so long. Instead Dumbledore and the other wizards were breathing hard."Feel that?" Harry spoke, his voice as cold as ice, "That is the intend to kill. It paralyses the opponent by pure fear. One can , if good enough, project the death of somebody through this technique." Harry's eyes widened and Dumbledore froze completely.
"Shocking isn't it?" Spectre sneered, "That a mere 'child' can bring you to your knees."
Harry and the others left for the bank, "Let us be, we'll decide what is best for us. Next time try not to force us, otherwise you or those on your behalf will not be treated so kind." Spectre turned as well. Vanishing from sight as the doors of the bank closed.

The bank was silent. Many of the eyes focused, once again, on the two Ninja.
However, where the humans were frightened, the goblins were watching with interest.
The door of Gringrotts opened again and closed with a loud 'BANG'. The sound echoed through the abnormaly silent building. A person behind them was running towards them, the sound of the footsteps were rather loud in the silence. The target of whoever it was, was clearly one of the four people of the group.

Harry turned around, a young woman with pink? hair was running towards him and the others. The girl stopped a couple of feet away from them.
"Why are you following us?" Harry asked.
"I want to talk to Alastor." Harry glanced at the said person, whom nodded
Moody stepped past Harry, "Nymphodora," Moody said, with a small grin.
The barrage of spells which answered Moody, almost made Harry intervene but Spectre's hand motioned that he should not. A shield-charm had protected the retired auror against the attack. The grin on his face told the two that he had been expecting the attack.
"DO NOT CALL ME THAT," 'Nymphodora' shouted, her hair turned a dark-red, much to the surprise and interest of the shinobi.
"Then what should we call you?" Spectre spoke.
"Tonks! My name is Tonks!"
"Well then, Tonks," Spectre said, testing the name, "You wanted to discuss a certain defection, am I right?"
"That's right!," She answered, turning to the person in question, "Why? Why did you leave us?" A look of almost disbelieve on her face.
"I did not leave anybody but Dumbledore. Not you, not the Weasleys, nobody but Dumbledore."
"But why.."
"Because he doesn't acknowledge his faults. He often acted like a grandfather after deaths in the Order, but just as quick he changed the subject. In hindsight he did this too often to be genuine."
"Alastor, don't speak about the you-know-what."
"Tonks," Moody said, "You must figure out for yourself how loyal you are to a person. Potter has shown more genuine concern then Albus has done. Also his actions concerning Snape hasn't worked in his advantage."
"You know what Snape's role is!"
"He also tried to assault Minerva, with the intent to, at least, maim her. Dumbledore did not intervene, it was only Harry's interruption that saved her from serious harm."
Tonk's mouth opened and closed, "I-i-i-is that really true?" She stuttered turning towards the transfiguration mistress, who gave a slightly ashamed nod.
"I see, and what does the boy-who-lived do differently?"
Harry smirked, "I take a more active role in the business."
"Like what?" Snape spoke up as he entered the building, the doors slamming again.
Spectre turned to the newest arrival, "Here to apologize, Snape?"
The potion-master looked at the hood of the figure, "No, I am here to bring Potter to the Headmaster."
Harry sighed, closing his eyes, "Is that your final answer?"
"Yes it is!"
Harry's eyes snapped open, releasing a fair amount of killer intent. "I told the headmaster that those who force me will not be treated kindly. You are pushing your luck."
"You don't have the skill to..." Snape started to cough. Before he could finish the sentence, Harry had created a dagger and threw it at Snape leaving a thin red line on Snape's cheek.
"I don't have the skill to what? Hurt?, maim?, kill you? I can kill you, you'd be dead before you could realize it."
"A likely...AAAAAAHHHHHHHHh!" Snape screamed out in pain, clutching his arm. The cold green eyes of the young shinobi looked at the form before him.
"Did you see it?" He asked, "Did you see me break your arm in three places? I think not."

Harry threw another dagger at a seemingly empty spot, "Headmaster, I will warn you. While what I did to Snape was a little bit of overkill, I will not hesitate to do so again. I would advise you to change your tactics." Harry walked away, "I'd also advise you against attacking Miss Tonks, either verbally or physically. You would only give water to the seeds of doubt planted in her."
Dumbledore appeared, and he was quite furious, "What did you do to her?"
"Me? I did nothing. It was Moody who planted the seeds in her, I just enhanced them and of course, I started with Moody and McGonagall." Harry turned his head to the persons in question. Unseen by the headmaster he winked at the duo. He then turned to face the headmaster once more and continued his story, "The more seedlings, the more likely it is that they'll follow me. Of course, they can try to 'affect' other people as well."
"How?!"
Harry simply sighed, "If you need to ask that question, ask yourself this; Are you or are you not abiding to the will of the people? How high are you above the common people?"
"Harry!" Dumbledore was radiating his magic once more. His wand rose and stopped when it was pointed at the ten-year old.
Harry starred the elder man in the eyes, unwavering.
"You forget one thing, headmaster," Harry spoke softly.
Dumbledore couldn't even blink before his hand was forced to change direction.
"There are two of us!!" Spectre said.
The genjutsu wavered slightly showing Dumbledore the glowing red eyes of the Sharingan.
"Tom!!" He breathed.
"No. The name is Spectre."
"But the wards, they should've kept you out."
"Kept me out? I am a part of Harry. Our lives are bonded."
"Since when did learn of the.."

"Enough!!!" A voice shouted. A goblin had entered the main hall.
"I'd like it if you would take your dispute outside, either willingly on your side or forcefully on our side."
Spectre stared at the headmaster. He regarded the goblin through the corners of his eyes "And if we told you that we've settled it?"
"Then I'd see little reason to remove you."
Spectre nodded and, in the blink of an eye, appeared next to Harry.
"Now if anyone insists to continue these arguments, I'll take it as a personal insult." The goblinleader grinned as if daring them to respond.

Harry and Spectre looked at each other and grinned. They knew they'd be able to beat the goblins. However both kept their silence. It was Snape who challenged Gringrotts.
Somehow ignoring the injuries to his arm the potions-master fired seven spells. The two ninja dodged two spells each with minium effort, the other three were aimed at the remaining wizards. Moody countered with a shield. The females were caught off guard.

"You FOOL!!!" Harry shouted.
Spectre made handseals and with a cry of "Doton: Doruku Geeshi"placed his hands on the floor.
A wall of earth rose to intercept the spells.

Dumbledore was stunned at move Harry's teacher made.
A strange sound drew his attention to the boy-who-lived. Harry had a glowing org of lightning in his hand.
The sparks gave his face an eerie look. His eyes appeared red in the light the orb casted.
"A thousand birds cry out in anger. The question is where shall I strike?"
Then Harry moved.

Harry's Jutsu list
Naruto name/ english translation

Bunshin no Jutsu(Clone technique)
Henge no Jutsu(Transformation technique)
Oiroke no Jutsu(Sexy no jutsu)
Kawarimi no Jutsu(Replacement technique)
Chakra Kyūin Jutsu Grasp of the reaper (Translation coming) (Energy draining technique, Lethal Version)
Chakra Kyūin Jutsu ? (Energy draining technique, NonLethal Version)
Katon: Gōkakyū no Jutsu (Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique)
Kage Bunshin no Jutsu(Shadow Clone Technique)
Shunshin no Jutsu (leaf swirl transportation)
Sensatsu Suishō (Thousand Flying Water Needles of Death)
Makyō Hyō Shō (Demonic Ice Mirrors)
Suna no Tate (Shield of Sand)
Rasengan (Spiraling Sphere)
Magen: Jigoku Kōka no Jutsu (Demonic Illusion: Descending Hell Technique)
Zesshou Hachimon Hōgeki (Eight Gates, Initial.)
Chakra Bunshin (Chakra Clone)
Hien (Flying Swallow/ the technique of Asuma's trench-knives )
Doton: Doruku Geeshi (Earth-style: Earth wall )

Water-walking.
Tree-Walking.

Orginal jutsu
Kyouzou Bunshin bunshin no Jutsu (Mirror Image Clone technique - A shadow clone that keeps being fueled by the caster)
Shadow weapons (Translation coming )(Harry uses clones to form weapons and later skips the clones and just produces the weapons. Naruto uses them in Wave and against Kakashi in Shippuden)
Chakra no Tate (Shield of Chakra - More like Gaara's technique then the puppet technique.)
Chakra Kyū (Chakra Coffin - See above.)

Air-Walking - More like Bleach.
Sharingan.