Harry Potter the Ninja. Chapter 3

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I do lay claim to any of my own ideas.

This was beta read by hentai18ancilla so a big thank you to her.

Harry slept well his first night and woke up early, he made sure no one else was awake before he went into his trunk and pulled out a small doll and a diminutive wooden box before he sat back on his bed and guardedly pulled his curtains around him.

First he took his decoy dummy ( part of his kawarimi set ) and enlarged it with a feint pulse of chakra. He checked to make sure it was the right model that had his Hogwarts night stuff on then he took the little wooden box opened it and pulled out his hunting kit. He checked it all over and made sure all the parts were undamaged and fully functional.

He would not make the same mistake again.

FLASHBACK

" Put on your kit and follow." Ordered his Sensei brusquely.

Harry looked at his sensei and quickly put on his hunting kit, he then pulled on his trousers and then his tabi socks which were made of dark black dragon skin; soft supple yet extremely durable. They were ankle boots, which were criss-crossed with leather straps to hold them on instead of laces, unlike normal shoes these were more like a camels foot, one piece split off for the big toe and the other toes separated in a separate section. This was so a ninja could bend his toes around ropes or branches as he climbed. Harry made sure the straps were done up then slipped on his top and gloves. At the end he put on his goggles and night mask. He ran a finger over the activation runes and faded silently from sight.

Most wizards liked invisibility cloaks, ninja didn't because an arm could easily be seen coming out of a cloak but an already invisible arm could quite easily snuff out a targets life. He made his way through the door and headed along the corridor, he heard a slight noise to one side and moved cautiously around it. With so many students invisible he had to pay attention to everything. He thought about using the suction runes on his gloves but figured others would do the same, he faced the same problem with the ceiling. He smiled mischievously to himself and thought, 'I wonder how many schools make it this hard to get to a lesson?'.

He decided he had stayed in one place to long, sadly this was true as just as he made a move to leave he felt a sharp prick on his right arm and pain flared strongly through his whole body. He wanted to scream out as a thousand kunais stabbed him in vital areas and electricity jackknifed unerringly through his nervous system. In short it hurt like hell. He started to sway as the pain increased. Sweat beaded his brow but still he never screamed, instead he took a step, then another as his vision started to blur and after his sixth almost drunken step he finally collapsed completely exhausted.

The next thing he knew he was being awoken by his sensei above him.

"Do you know why you were hit?" He asked blandly.

Harry thought about it and had to say he had no clue, one did not make guesses it did not bode well when asked to fix the guess then get hit again.

His sensei nodded and held up Harry's kit, or to be more precise his shirt, scrutinizing the worn rag he noticed a small area about and inch wide was dangerously torn. He dropped his head, the punishment had been light he could have got himself- and if working in a team, them- killed. "Thank you sensei I shall do better."

His sensei nodded affirmatively, "That is all any of us can try for."

End Flashback

When all Harry's preparation were fastidiously completed, Harry moved the curtains enough to let him past. He slipped away without a sound. He got down to the common room and was glad to see several senior students already up. He smiled wickedly, he could wait until someone opened the portrait but he had a better idea when he saw Percy Weasly who was a sanctimonious git that needed to be taken down a notch. Percy was so filled with delusions of his own worth it was unreal. How the hell did he ever get through a single door without scraping his head Harry had no clue.

He moved next to Percy and dropped a small stink bomb, then quickly moved near the window. He waited patiently for the riot to unfold.

Percy was telling some other student how they were setting out their study plans wrong when he moved his foot so he could look over another students work. It was enough his toe caught the stink bomb and set it off. To all the students in the room it sounded like Percy had let one rip that was before the smell hit them, rotten cabbages.

The student nearest to Percy looked up and took a breath to berate Percy for letting rip near him when he noticed two things first Percy was as red as his hair and second opening your mouth and breathing in when someone has really bad gas is not good. The poor student looked like he was about to hurl. When Percy saw them all looking at him, "It wasn't me he exclaimed!"

A more intelligent student ran to the window and threw it open and stuck their head out and took a few deep cleansing breaths, soon to be joined by the rest of the nauseous students. Harry smiled and watched as they all headed out of the common room leaving a blustering Percy still denying he had farted. Sadly no one ever believes the person claiming they didn't do so…

Harry easily made his way out the window and just hung on the wall for a moment. Looking around he noticed many things that could be used to hide behind like Gargoyles, he also noticed drainpipes and how the windows could be used to help with his illicit climbing as well as his entry and exit from school. Then he turned his attention to the real purpose of this mission. He activated the record and the zoom functions on his goggles and scanned the grounds and what he could see of the forest. If anything took his fancy he made sure to zoom in as much as possible and to make note of its location.

From this height he became aware of a small clearing in the woods and what looked like many Acrumantula. He grinned thoughtfully looking over the huge chelicerate anthropods with fine spinnerets and spigots, their webs would make strong silk ropes, and the Acrumantulas even had a noxious poison that came from their chelicerae when they were milked. Harry made a note to capture one or two for supply purposes, a ninja never knew when they might be in need of poison. What else did Hogwarts have in their own backyard that he could add to his personal stores instead of using an Owl Order Catalogue?

Harry continued his observation of the area and when he heard the noise level increase inside he decided he had spent enough time outside. It was no hardship to climb back in and then head off to bed.

No one tried to wake him up he noticed and thought maybe this house loyalty is not what they make it out to be. After all if he was late for class then all would suffer the loss of house points.

Ron was not particularly intelligent, his mum and Dumbledore had given him the job of becoming Harry Potter's friend. That came second to food so he left Harry sleeping and ran down stairs where he met an indignant older brother still stating it was not him that let one rip and stunk out the common room. Ron couldn't care less either way, food first then befriend the idiot. He had been given a message late at night by a house-elf in which Dumbledore stated Ron's top priority was to befriend Harry. To make sure they ended on the third floor at some point and pass along any clues that Dumbledore decided they needed.

Not only did Ron miss a chance to wake Harry and there by getting on his good side but he also never put the letter away and it had fallen onto the floor where Harry noticed it when the room was cleared and read it thoughtfully bemused.

He was not in the least bit surprised by the fact that the Headmaster had set a spy on him but he was a bit annoyed. He smiled and checked his gear. Then after inhaling an allergy powder that gave him theatric googly eyes he set off to the main hall for breakfast.

The hall doors opened and Harry stepped through and after a really big sneezed and blowing his nose very loud made his way to the Gryffindor table. He helped himself to the odd bit but after watching Ron talk and spray food over several people decided to do one better.

Hermoine looked at Harry and noticed he looked flushed. As no one was sitting next to him she moved into a spot beside him.

"Harry you OK?" Hermione asked with pseudo-maternal concern.

Harry had just taken a big mouth of pumpkin juice and turned to answer her. She watched as his eyes widened and a finger went to his nose he turned and sneezed, before he started to cough and choke. Ron sat there drenched in pumpkin juice and what looked a lot like a big ol' green booger.

Hermoine never noticed this and did not care she just got up and started to pat Harry's back until he stopped chocking. Sadly this did not stop him from sneezing hard and sending a couple more loads of boogers at Ron.

Ron's new friends moved away from him as he sat there dripping pumpkin juice and booger's a fork full of food still part way to his mouth.

"Are you cold Harry?" asked Hermione worriedly.

Harry with Hermoine's help got up and instead of heading to the Infirmary as Hermione thought he would he headed to the head table, where he stopped in front of the Headmaster. Hermione had to pass him a clean hanky as his old one was near the state where you could ring it out.

Harry looked at the Headmaster his eyes were puffy and his nose was running more than normal.

"Headmaster when we were in Gringotts the Goblins said you had my Daddy's cloak as you took it from my vault. I need it back as I never brought one as you had mine here." Harry sniffled and sneezed again into the hanky Hermione had passed him.

Few noticed the headmaster turn pale. "I am sorry but I cannot let you have that cloak." Albus started when Professor McGonagall broke in.

"Headmaster it is his you are the one with no right to it, now hand it over."

Albus put on his kind Grandfather face "Harry it is not a normal sort of cloak and I don't think it is safe for you to have it. If you like I will replace it for you."

Harry looked at the man before him and burst out crying "You a meany you stolen my Daddy's cloak!" He sniffed and stuck out his tongue, "I am going tell my Daddy that you stole from me and I going tell him you won't let me have my family keepsakes and, and, and-" Harry broke down crying despondently. Professor McGonagall had had enough "Albus give him back his father's cloak this instant or I will go to the Auror's myself!"

Albus looked for some sympathy from the other teachers but even Snape shook his head.

Harry carried on crying and sneezing and he soon needed a new tissue.

The headmaster left the table and soon came back with a thick black cape.

"Harry this is your dads cloak, here you go as you can see it is too big for you and you may end up damaging while wearing it and dragging it along the floor."

Harry looked at him his face red and his eyes barely visible as they were so puffy, "I'm going to see Gringotts as they told me they have a complete des, des-"

Hermione spoke up, "Description, Harry."

Harry smiled at her benignly. "Yes, description of it and I remember them saying it was silver and a family thing on the-" he held his hand to the clasp on his friend's cloak.

"Clasp, Harry." Reiterated Hermione with a soft smile for encouragement.

Harry smiled doltishly, "Clasp with my family's coat of arms on it."

Dumbledore paled this was not good. Harry knew about the real cloak and worse yet so did his 'father'.

He went to say something when Professor McGonagall spoke up, "Albus you had your chance."

She got up and looked at Harry, "Harry you go with Hermione to Healer Pomfrey and she will make you better I am going get in touch with your dad and the Auror's. No person is above the law not even the Headmaster."

With that she left with Harry and Hermione following behind.

Albus wanted to cry, all his plans were going up in smoke, he ran to his office and was starting to remove some of the spells he had placed on the cloak, like innocuous bad luck charms, tripping jinxes and such when his floo roared to life, "Dumbledore if that is the Potter boys cloak step away from it and put your wand on the table." He looked at an irate Madam Bones was looking at him from the floo.

He stepped away from it and left his wand on the table.

Madam Bones and a couple of Auror's came through the fire place. None looked particularly happy to be here.

A knock came from his door for once he was taken by surprise.

"Come in," he stated curiously.

Professor McGonagall and Harry entered with Harry carrying a vial of something.

"I have informed Harry's Father and he will be here shortly."

Dumbledore blanched, and then the school wards alerted him of two people, no Goblins, coming onto the school grounds. 'Could my day get any worse' he thought morosely to himself.

Then Harry sneezed and he looked down and he noticed that he had a bright green booger running down his beard.

"S-s-sorry," Harry started, "My hanky was stuck in my pocket."

All adults but Dumbledore tried not to laugh.

Dumbledore tried to keep his Grandfather image just spoke a word and made it vanish, "Quite aright lad accidents do happen. Maybe you should just keep your hanky out."

They also tried not to notice how the Headmasters right eye seemed to have gotten a twitch suddenly. There was a pounding of feet and a rapid knocking at his door. It flew open and an out of breath prefect gasped out, "Goblins war party in school."

Harry sneezed again, this time he covered his mouth and nose.

"They have an old man and an Auror with them." The poor kid collapsed, having given the message. He had passed out from hyperventilating.

As the door was open a few minutes later the room processed what the prefect had said and Professor McGonagall had levitated him to a sofa. A Goblin came in armed and stood on one side of the door then another also armed stepped on the other side. Twelve more came in and made a neat pair of rows as an old and frail looking Goblin with a book and a piece of parchment entered the room. Behind him was Harry's dad and Auror Abbot.

Big thanks to all.

Most to my beta who is trying to beat Grammar into me.