Dawning of Magic
by Goggleplex
Summery: To protect 'The Holder of Magic' Hogwarts itself invoked a spell that calls a group as protectors. But Konoha is too big a group and a single team is too small. Which group is the perfect size? The Akatsuki actually.
Chapter Five - The Ground's The Limit For Some
Just as the first years were becoming used to their new schedules and classes it was soon announced that a new class was to be taken, flying lessons. On that day Sasori rose early in the morning greeting the dawn in his usual manner, by working on his potions far away from the regular student body's attention. He worked there and the hours of the morning grew later until finally the door to his 'secret lab' opened abruptly, revealing his mission partner, Kakuzu, who looked just about ready to rip something apart with his bare hands.
"I can't take it! He's driving me crazy, Sasori! What the hell does Pein-sama hope to accomplish by failing every class he enters while telling us to rise above the average so we can assist the magic holder in learning magic? He actually fell asleep in his hotbreakfast cereal this morning!"
"I'm sure he has something up his sleeve," Sasori stoically replied as he carefully stirred three teaspoons of powdered dragon skin into a silver potion which sat on a block of ice, causing it to turn a creamy green color, "But I'm enjoying myself here no matter what our mission is. If I had access to these potions and ingredients in the old world I could have tripled the power of my puppets and my own body. When the time comes for me to transform myself once more into my perfected body I will have some enhancements ready."
"What does this do?" Kakuzu asked as he bent over to peer suspiciously the cold potion.
"Once concentrated into a third of its volume one drop of this potion will allow me to prevent any minor illness from infecting me for a week. As a puppet I never experienced a flu or a cold but I need to take this since this environment it colder and damper than what I'm used to."
The door opened again and this time Hidan entered the room, "Jashin curse it all, that Neville brat is fucking making me want to put a pike through his moronic head, seriously."
Following behind him Zetsu entered the room as well, his voice chastising Hidan as he said, "Don't be so critical, Hidan-san. Neville's a good boy and has a lot of friendly ties to students in Gryffindor and that will make it easier for us to branch into it."
"I thought I was a good boy Zetsu-san," Tobi whined slightly, ignoring the dark voice in the back of his mind that told him to stop being so annoying.
"Tobi, you are a good boy," Zetsu assured, "But Neville is a good boy as well and will be a good person to keep ties with in this new world."
Sasori snorted in slight disdain as he carefully waved his wand over the potion in the cauldron, concentrating it into a stronger substance and bottling it inside a corked vial. "I need to learn to fly now. Don't mess with the ingrediants in here or I'll use a potion to turn you all into mudskippers."
The door to the secret room slammed before Tobi finally dared to say something.
The bright eyed boy laughed a bit as he said, "Boy, Sasori-san sure is confused. Transfiguration turns things into mudskippers, not potions. Let's hope he doesn't flunk out for being so dumb isn't that right, Zetsu-san?"
Hidan sneered and growled, "Don't pick out the speck in one fucking guy's eye when you have a fucking plank of wood in your own, you moronic idiot. Seriously."
"Come, we will be late for Potions if we do not begin going towards the class soon," Zetsu intoned.
Hidan laughed and disdainfully said, "That teacher is the most useless bastard I've met in my combined lives. How he manages to teach anyone anything worthwhile is a fucking mystery that even Jashin-sama couldn't reveal to me."
In the Gryffindor common room Deidara was excitedly shuffling from one foot to the other, waiting impatiently for the time to come so that he could go down to the field where the brooms where. Kisame stood next to him, not entirelly as thrilled as his partner was, but curious nevertheless. The clock struck nine o clock and Deidara, not seeing any sign of Harry nor Ron, couldn't wait for them any longer. They were all going to the same place anyway, so why wait?
"Let's not be late, Kisame-danna," Deidara said with a gleam of excitement dancing in his eyes before he rushed out the common room and down out through the doors of the castle.
"I'm right behind you," Kisame said with a gruff sigh of impatience before the pair made their way to the Quidditch pitch for the flying lesson. They arrived first followed soon after by the rest of Gryffindor house. The Slytherins where already at the field and stood around looking towards the castle in the hopes that their teacher would come soon.
"So think you two can fly?" questioned Ron as he stepped up beside Kisame and Deidara.
"Don't know I've never tried," replied Kisame. Deidara just stayed quiet, wanting to blurt out his secret but knowing better than to say something.
"I've been doing it since I was a kid, playing Quidditch with my brothers, flying round home and stuff like that." Ron boasted.
"Good for you Ron," Kisame said with a grin, "I'm sure we'll all be impressed by your broom flying skills."
Madam Hooch finally arrived and she stood before the class who in turn were standing near the brooms. She swept her hawk-like gaze over the class and with a curt smile she said, "Alright class, my name is Madam Hooch and I am the flying instructor. I want everyone next to a broom with the broom on your wand hand side."
There was a flurry of movement as the class complied with Madam Hooch's instructions. Harry and Deidara stood beside each other near to Madam Hooch while Ron and Kisame stood across the way from them. Sasori stood several feet away from Deidara and while Kakuzu and Pein stuck close to Draco and Hermione who stood next to brooms at the far end of the field.
"Now reach your wand hand out over the broom and say 'up'."
There was a collection of calls as the students cried 'Up!' trying to get their broom to comply. Few students made any difference; most brooms just stayed still or rolled over. Some got their broom to comply, Draco and Ron included. Deidara reached his hand out and said in a voice that was a bit forceful "Up!" causing the broom to leap into his hand instantly. He was surprised at the feeling of power that rushed through him when the broom impacted his hand. It was absolutely amazing and the anticipation of the freedom he would receive when he finally got into the air was almost palatable, he hadn't been in the sky for weeks.
At the far end of the row Hermione was struggling with her own broom. As Madam Hooch was moving around the group helping the students who were having trouble Hermione was nervously repeating 'up, up, up' slowly becoming more exasperated. She had been so happy about excelling in so many of her classes that to fail now would cause her no end of embarrassment. Pein, his own broom in hand, looked over at her struggling and felt inclined to help her.
"Don't fear it Hermione," he said "I know it's difficult to understand but the broom draws its power from your confidence and skill. It will only work while you want it to. If you harbor any fear of the impending flight the broom will not work. It won't go any further than your skills allow."
Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Releasing it she commanded "Up!" causing the broom to leap into her hand and drawing a smile from the girl.
"Thank you, Pein." Hermione said sincerely, not noticing Draco glaring at the heavy eyed boy.
Pein turned to the enraged looking boy and raising an eyebrow asked, "What are you glaring about?"
"You shouldn't have helped her," Draco said, feeling ill at his housemate's actions, "It's not the job of a Slytherin to help a Gryffindor. Especially since she's not even pure-blooded."
"What you fail to realize," Pein replied in a neutral tone, "Is that while you ostracize anyone who doesn't see your worldview is that a person who truly wants to rise up in this world will have ties in every conceivable social path. Maybe when you become wiser you will understand my reasoning."
"Dealing with mudbloods will get you killed one day," Draco sneered and was completely astonished when Pein slugged him in the face, knocking a tooth loose.
"Do not insult those I choose to consort with." Pein coolly intoned, not flinching in the slightest when Madam Hooch was in his face a moment later.
"Mr. Kouu! Violence will not be tolerated in my class. You will have a detention with me tonight at seven and are to remain on the ground for the duration of the class, is that understood?"
"Certainly," Pein replied and settled nonchalantly to the ground, crossing his legs as he bent back in a comfortable position, resting his eyes in an impromptu nap. Hermione looked troubled but focused her attention on the lesson once more.
Madam Hooch assisted Draco up from off from the ground and said, "Go up to the Hospital Wing and have Madam Pomfrey look at your jaw Mr. Malfoy."
The blond muttered angrily but ambled off towards the Hospital Wing, wondering if he should talk to his father about Pein or if he should keep the situation to himself.
Hooch ended gossiping whispers swiftly by shouting, "Excellent form class! Now step over your broom and place your wand hand about six inches from the front of the broom gripping it like you would shake someone's hand. Place your other hand about half way between yourself and your lead hand like so." Hooch described the grip and showed the class before going around and correcting students grip.
Both Deidara and Harry got the grip correct first time but others, like Sasori, had to be corrected often earning the comment 'that grip is terrible its like this'
Kisame smiled and gave a teasing laugh to his friend when Madam Hooch told Ron that his was one of the worst grips she had ever seen and she would have expected better with so many great fliers in the family.
"Alright class on the count of three I want you to push off the ground hover at three feet then return to the ground by leaning forward. Ready? One, Two…"
Before she had the change to get to three Deidara leaped off the ground, excited to finally be able to fly once again and he soared off into the sky. Ten feet, twenty feet, fifty feet he rose before he turned to the ground and shouted, "What's everyone waiting for, hm?"
Madam Hooch looked slightly irritated but she blew her whistle and the rest of the class rose as one to join Deidara in the sky. Harry leaped raced into the sky, the act of flight coming to him naturally. He topped off next to Deidara, who was higher up than most everyone dared to go, with an excited rush he shouted to his friend, "This is great, Deidara! I've never felt so free before!"
"You haven't felt anything yet, Harry, hm." Deidara shouted before a slightly daring grin crossed his face, "Wanna take a dive?"
"Sounds ridiculous," Sasori said, surprising the clay sculptor that he has risen so far, though he was ten yards lower then the other two were, Sasori had never liked flying. "You'll break your neck, brat."
"It looks like your straining, Sasori-danna," Deidara teased, "Maybe you should go lower before you fall from your broom and go splat, hm."
Sasori's knuckles where white from gripping the broom handle but his face was still impassive, "I will not fall." Out from his pocket though a little glass stopper filled with a cream-green colored potion fell, plummeting to the ground at an impressive speed.
"Damnit I worked on that all week!" Sasori growled, marking it off as a lost cause but Deidara, seeing a challenge, stepped up to take it. Deidara didn't wait for Harry's shout to stop him before he suddenly turned and flew down to the ground, flatting himself against the broom all the while urging it beyond the normal speeds it could reach. He sent the broom into a steep dive chasing the vial as it plummeted to the earth. The ground was rising at Deidara fast he finally caught up and snatched the vial out of the air saving it from being shattered against the ground. Inches from the ground Deidara pulled out of the flight and spun round in the direction of Sasori who had landed during his chase. He flew fast and hard directly at Sasori, never slowing as the other boy glared at his friend for being such a daredevil showoff. About a meter from Sasori Deidara stopped the broom and flipped off landing face to face with Sasori centimeters separating them so Deidara could feel his cool breath on his face.
"Mr. Bakuha!" came a call across the field. Deidara looked up to see Madame Hooch marching towards him, a maniac gleam in her eye. Deidara felt impending doom he hadn't felt since his days at Iwagakure's Ninja Academy.
"Why do I have a feeling I'm going to regret doing that," Deidara whispered before turning and walking towards the flying instructor to seal his unfortunate fate.
"Follow me Mr. Bakuha," she said before turning and leading into the castle.
Deidara followed the professor through the winding hall until they got to a class. She opened the door and called something inside which Deidara could not hear. Deidara nearly felt his blood run cold when his Head of House, Professor McGonagall emerged. 'Pein is going to skin me alive for being expelled before being here even a month.' Deidara miserably thought to himself. McGonagall and Deidara followed Madam Hooch as she lead the two to a rather small office.
"First Deidara, your punishment for acting so recklessly will be to lose ten points. Now Deidara I'm sure you know Professor McGonagall. Professor I know you aren't too familiar with Deidara but my dear I have found you your new seeker."
McGonagall's look of stern disapproval towards Deidara vanished in a moment and was replaced by one of confusion "Really Madam? I was under the impression that you were going to test Harry for the position. He doesn't seem to even have the right build for it. Can he actually fly?"
"Oh very much so! He caught this vial that a Slytherin student dropped after a seventy foot dive pulling up a foot from the ground before turning and flying back to the group and he dismounted like moving poetry." She replied obviously enjoying the memory she turned to Deidara "Was that was your first time on a broom?"
Deidara nodded getting the feeling he had when he had first survived his first brush with authority back in the old world. The important thing was that he wasn't going to be expelled and for that he was thankful for his luck.
"Now Mr. Bakuha," Professor McGonagall said, her strict persona returning, "you will have detention with me tonight at eight o'clock for being so reckless and I don't want to hear you bragging about this to anyone."
"Actually Professor I don't think he should tell anyone, maybe just his close friends if they'll keep this secret, you might be able to keep him as a secret weapon," proposed Madam Hooch.
"That's a good idea. I'll see you this evening at eight o clock. Until then Mr. Bakuha," Deidara took the dismissal and left. He made his way to the Gryffindor common room where he found Harry with Kisame and Ron talking in rather hushed tones. He walked over to the couch and quietly sat in the seat next to Harry and across from Kisame. As soon as he was seated the inquisition began.
"What happened, Deidara?" Kisame asked
"Why did you do it?" Harry put in a second later.
"Did you get expelled?" Ron seemed excited about the prospect for some odd reason, "And what happened to that Akasuna kid?"
They asked the questions in hushed but hurried tones trying to find if their classmate had been expelled from school before the end of the first semester.
Deidara finally stopped the flow of questions and finally tried to explain that he hadn't't been expelled. "Right," he began "I haven't been expelled but I am in detention with Professor McGonagall."
"Yeah but that can't be all that happened, what else worked out?" Ron pushed trying to get the details of the meeting.
"Well, I've been given a position in the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a seeker. This information has to be kept secret though Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch want to keep the details quiet," Deidara explained causing the guys to hound him in their excitement.
"This is awesome," Ron said, "There hasn't been a First Year player in over a century! You must have been really good! And I could never imagine helping a Slytherin of all things would make something as good as this turn out."
"That's completely unfair of the staff you know," a feminine voice broke in and the four turned to look at an angry looking Hermione, "You helped a Slytherin and got on the House Quidditch team but when a Slytherin helped me he got detention for the trouble it caused him. Don't you see how unfair that is?"
"Who cares?" Ron replied, "No one asked for your opinion anyway. Besides if you're friends with a Slytherin you must be as bad as one. You don't even have friends from your own house since you spend time with that ice queen Konan and that freaky guy Ororimatu."
"His name," Hermione growled, "Is Orochimaru. And you, Ronald Weasley are a completely prejudiced person!"
Hermione crossed her arms and marched angrily up the girls dorm staircase, leaving the four boys in her enraged wake. Kisame looked thoughtful for a moment but the expression disappeared as Harry asked "So we can't tell anyone about you being the seeker right?"
He'd talk to Deidara about Hermione at a later time. For now he'd tease Deidara about being involved in a sport on the sissiest position a ninja could have.
End Chapter Five.
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