There were few things that amazed Zabuza nowadays. Hell, he could count the number of things that baffled him on a single hand.

Not because he was a genius, an intellectual who knew everything. No. He had other people for that. Zabuza was a master at delegation. He was only one man after all, so while he didn't know everything, he knew what he needed to, when he needed to.

So the fact that even at the age of seventeen, Haku still looked rather effeminate was that one thing that baffled him. The boy started training endlessly after his 'lose' to the orange brat. Not that Zabuza thought of it as one. Haku didn't lose, because a) he was still alive, and b) Haku chose the non-violent path.

Two years ago, Zabuza had a few slight issues with that. Kimimaro was perfectly fine killing if needed. Sure the bone brat was much too polite, hell even a bit condescending, but when he got in a fight, his opponents had a habit of dying.

Now, after some time working behind the desk, he'd been dreaming about for years. Zabuza honestly didn't care. So long as they didn't affect the mission, Haku was fine. The fact that he could now except that in some cases, blood is the only option for his own safety.

Oddly enough, the kid was still pure as snow. Which was a good thing? Probably. He wasn't one for philosophy, so he wasn't going to dive into morals and all that bullshit.

Speaking of the brats, what did the Mizukage find when he walked onto his property after giving his response to that damn owl. Well, it wasn't peace and quiet. So his day was starting to look up.

The Momochi Clan house was simple enough. A traditional style house in the front with a total of six bedrooms, for himself, Haku, Kimimaro and any other important guest with two bathrooms. Honestly, it wasn't much, and Zabuza liked it that way.

He was a Kage, specifically the Mizukage. He took control of the village with his blade in hand, cloaked in the shadows. So who's to say someone won't try to duplicate the event.

Sadly for the handful of glory seekers, Zabuza was the single best assassin in the Elemental Nations. Maybe not the best front line fighter. Kakashi beat that lesson back into his skull. But when skulking about and trying to kill someone unseen. He was the best.

He was getting off track again. Must just be one of those days. He always hated august. Too warm, would mess with his old wounds at times.

Anyways, behind the house is a nice low porch, perfect to sit back with a cushion to watch the sky. Or in Zabuza's current case, watch Haku, Chojuro and Suigetsu fight it out with wooden Katana's.

Personally he'd have gotten them to use real blades. But that wasn't the point.

The point was muscle training. Or specifically, trying to swing or thrust a blade when it ways hundreds of pounds. Chojuro had that part down pat, one of the few things pear boy had gotten right. If he had to go with pure kenjutsu skill, Chojuro would win out of the group of four brats.

Suigetsu... well.. he still had a bit to go. The brat had trouble lifting the Executioner's blade without assistance of a jutsu or chakra. So he was slowly but getting there. Zabuza was thinking of taking away his title as the 'Second Coming of the Demon' cause really.. he was fifteen for Kami's sake. A year older than Chojuro, and the white haired brat could barely lift half as much as pear boy.

But in sheer ability to take a beating and keep going, Suigetsu was near unstoppable. He mostly cheated with that bloodline of his, but fuck it. He was a ninja. Hardwork is the most important aspect of shinobi training. But a very close second was working smart.

As for Haku. The first of his adopted sons was a prodigy. What he lacked in brute strength, he made up with in speed and intelligence. Give the kid a week with a scroll and he'd have gotten the jutsu's memorized and combat able. Unless something happened to Haku, which it wouldn't, he was well on his way to becoming Kage level or better in a few years.

And Kimimaro. Lack of training aside, he was a monster. Zabuza looked forward to the day that he won't need as much bed rest and medication to come onto active duty. The moment the medic cleared him for service was the moment he'd be getting training beat into his head as fast as he'd take it.

"Oi! Put them down. Pear boy, and Daydreamer. Front and center!" The lightly dressed Mizukage roared, they could finish training after this. "Haku, keep running through your set of kata's until I'm done. Just cause I'm talking to these brats, doesn't mean you get a break!"

"Yes Zabuza-san!" Was Haku's delighted response. Haku always seemed to perk and redouble his efforts when Zabuza was watching. Probably didn't want to let the man who raised him down.

Suigetsu and Chojuro on the other hand just muttered their responses. Suigetsu probably saying something stupid, while Chojuro complained bout his nickname. So nothing new.

"Alright brats. Got a mission in a few days."

"Finally! Was getting tired of all this bullshit training. Wanted something actually worth a damn. Eh, Chojuro?" Suigetsu poked the nervous teenager in the shoulder, getting a nervous sound of what the demon brat decided to translate as a yes.

Well, hopefully one day Chojuro will finish growing his spine.

"So, what's the mission sempai?"

..No.. not worth it. Suigetsu will get some respect beaten into him by Haku later.

"Alrighty brats. You two along with Haku and bone boy are going to be acting as ambassadors of sorts. Ah! Shut up and let me finish." Zabuza cut Suigetsu off before the boy could start a rant on why a ninja was being sent instead of well an actual ambassador.

"Since I'm sure I don't have to explain to you what the Chunin exam is, right you damn idiot? Now shut the fuck up and listen. You four will be the representatives of Kiri at what basically boils down to a tournament for really shitty ninjas- No. I'm not talking bout you. IF you'd let me finish, I could explain."

One mental note to kick Suigetsu's ass around later for the constant interruptions, Zabuza laid out the plan. It was simple enough really. Compete in the tournament, do anything needed to win.. well aside from killing. Unless it is in strictly self-defense are they allowed to kill someone. Besides that, gather info.

Get everything they can about culture, names, techniques, anything and everything. They were dealing with an unknown.. relatively unknown government. The more info they had, the better off the village would be. Also, don't get caught. Zabuza glared at the pair, expressing quite vividly what would happen if they get caught snooping around.

Last order was to keep their techniques and knowledge of Kiri on the down low. The wizards already know that the village exists, and where it is. So talk about the markets, talk about thinks that will be useless to anyone watching or listening.

"I'll be honest with you. I may be over thinking things. But you are effectively going into enemy territory. I want all four of you brats back in one piece. The village loses you four, we are up shit creek. Everything understood? Good. Questions?" Zabuza finished before Chojuro finally spoke up.

"Yes Zabuza-sama. Are we to be going operating independently or will we have a squad leader for the duration of the mission?" The youngest of the four spoke up.

Zabuza had to chuckle a bit. Put Chojuro in a group, and he'd be quiet as the grave. Too shy for his own good. But give him a mission and suddenly it becomes less of an issue for him. He had no idea why, but it'd be worth looking into.

He had no plans to coddle the kids, but there comes a point where scars start to slow you down instead of toughening you up. He'll talk to internal affairs tomorrow and get a few more profile reviews. Sure, they had fewer people going rogue, but the last thing he needed was a ninja losing it in the middle of the village.

He'd seen what happens. It's never pretty.

"I'll be sending Mei along to keep you under control." Zabuza gave Suigetsu a pointed glare. Honestly, if it was just Haku, Kimimaro and Chojuro, he'd be fine sending them without a 'babysitter'. But no. Water boy has to go as well.

As weak as the branch wavers are, there spells are still like kunai. Throw enough of them at once for long enough and eventually the defenses are going to fall.

He didn't want to send them away, but tough choices and shit. At least he'd still be here to hold down the fort, and the rest of Kiri wasn't completely incompetent.

"She'll be staying and acting as one of the judges for the tournament. You will be leaving in two weeks time. I'll have details for your departure. Now get back to work you two. And remember. This is important. So keep you fucking mouths shut. Especially you Suigetsu. You let something important slip, and you'll get your wish of a up close and personal examination of the Executor's blade."

Suigetsu just shrugged it of, but the look on his face was all the reassurance Zabuza needed. The kid would try his best to keep his fat mouth shut. Chojuro gave him a solid nod. All the boys had learned the Body Elimination Technique, so even if they were captured they wouldn't give anything away.

Hopefully it wouldn't get that far.

With that thought in mind Zabuza stood up. Might as well check on Kimimaro, see if he's up for a bit of travel for a few days. It'd been a while since they'd had a 'family' vacation. Why not have some fun with it? After all, he wasn't going to be paying.

Now to tell the 'kids'. Lovely.


Zabuza wasn't impressed with the offered form of transportation, and judging from the looks of his companions, they weren't impressed either.

Haku had that small gentle smile he always wore. Years of practice, and the 'blessing' of a slight frame made it damn near impossible to guess the frail little girl was a protegé of the Hidden Mist. What? It's not like Zabuza was going to reprimand the kid. It was too funny to see the reactions, and it was too useful a distraction to let go. Besides, if Haku was happy and comfortable in women's clothing, what right did he have to tell him off?

As for Kimimaro, he just looked bored. Poor kid, getting dragged out of bed and medical leave for a field trip being lead by an old man in a Kami awful blue dress who appeared in the middle of Zabuza's office with a loud crack.

The sound left Zabuza with two options. This was either his way to getting to.. ya, not worth it. England or something. Whatever. Or the man was an assassin. If so he was the shittiest assassin the Demon of the Hidden Mist had seen in a long time.

"Ah, I do apologize if I kept you waiting Lord Mizukage." The Old man said with his eyes seeming to sparkle. That couldn't be natural.. Probably a low-level Genjustu. I'll break that once his back is turned.

"Don't worry. You are a few minutes early. Now, would you mind explaining how you are going to take us a few thousand miles, or will we be standing here like morons with our thumb up our ass?" Zabuza drawled, keeping his eyes locked on the old man for any sudden movements.

Sure Zabuza didn't have his signature weapon in hand at the moment, but a quick bit of chakra into his palm and Beardy would be dead before he could blink. Kami bless storage seals.

"Of course! Now if you each of you would just put a hand on this.." The Old Man took a broken pocket watch out of a fold in his robes.

Now Kimimaro was glaring at the 'wizard'. Probably wondering if this is some sort of insult to Zabuza-sama. But before he could voice those thoughts, Zabuza raised a hand to silence him, getting a nod. Still, the damage was done, and Zabuza really hoped the rest of the day would pass without issue.

Zabuza loved Kimimaro and Haku as if they were his own children, but while Haku would lay down his life for Zabuza, Kimimaro didn't tolerate disrespect to his adoptive father.

Really, the Momochi's were a weird family, even by the skewed standards of the Elemental Nations.

"Thank you for taking time out of your day to accompany us Sir." Was all Haku had to say. The fact he was giving that playful and innocent smile meant his feelings were similar to Kimimaro on this entire meeting. Oh children.. hopefully they'll learn that ignorance doesn't mean disrespect...

With that out-of-the-way, the trio of Shinobi each put a hand on the device, while the Old Man started to explain exactly what it was. Portkey or something. Once he heard that it allowed for teleportation over great distances, Zabuza had to smile. If the four brats could bring any technique or item back to the village at the end of the assignment, he hoped for this one.

Just think of the advantage they could have from logistics alone. Men and women could be taken to and from the front lines at an instant, and if it worked for objects then supply lines would be ambush proof. Zabuza didn't have a high opinion on wizards from what little he'd read about them, but if they had any more items half as good as this, then they'd be a useful tool to protect the village.

Eventually the Old Man quit his rambling and checked his watch... well the one that was working, not the piece of junk the Shinobi were holding before he started to count down from ten. Kimimaro and Haku gave Zabuza one last look, asking if what they were doing was right.

Personally, he couldn't blame the brats. All this wizarding business was weird as hell, but if they were a tool that could serve the village, he'd accept some of their quirks. So Zabuza just nodded reassuringly.

Regardless of what they were up against, the brats would be getting home safe and sound. Even if he wasn't. Was the last thought going through his head before the world seemed to squeeze in and everything went dark.


Harry was finally starting to enjoy his summer. No more Dursleys, no more 4 Pivet Drive. No, now he could spend the last two weeks of summer with the Weasley's, some actual decent people. The fact Hermione would be around was icing on the cake.

Bill and Charlie were rather cool in their own way. Bill talked about his job as a Cursebreaker, telling the Golden Trio about the tombs and burial sites he'd been to along with the people he met. It took a bit of pestering, but he also taught the boys a few defensive hexs, while Hermoine learned how to examine curses to break them herself.

The boys didn't join in on those little lessons cause it felt too much like schooling. Ah well, their loss.

Charlie meanwhile spent his time talking about the various creatures he'd seen in Romania. Specifically the dragons. He went on for hours, but no one felt like stopping him. After all, he was talking about -dragons-.

But now, now the entire Weasley family including Harry and Hermione was standing outside of the Burrow, waiting for Dumbledore to arrive with the foreign dignitaries that Percy had warned the family about... Well, more like threatened and begged for everyone to be on their best behaviour with.

Apparently it was the leader of a magical community that hadn't been in contact with Wizarding Britain in over fifty years, and they needed to make a good impression. Something about this community having magic that normal wizards had never seen.

Eventually the assembled group saw their guests in the distance, and once they were close enough Harry had to suppress a small laugh, and muggles thought wizard fashion was weird.

Dumbledore lead the group, talking to the man beside him. He looked to almost as old as the twins, if not a bit older, but what put Harry through a loop was his hair. It went down to his shoulders and was as white as Dumbledore's beard, while being held out of his face in two tight pony tails with little blue tubes. He had two scarlet dots on his forehead.

Ron was a bit confused as well, if it wasn't for the dots and weird hair, he'd have joked bout Harry having a cousin, white the same green eyes and pale skin, but he kept his mouth shut, remembering what Percy said. The fact the boy was only a couple of inches shorter than Dumbledore also kept him quiet, since he didn't look all too happy.

Hermione took the time to examine his dress. The stranger wore a loose-fitting, long-sleeved, light grey, zip-up shirt, along with black cargo pants that stopped at the knee. The rest of his legs were covered in bulky bandages, with plain black sandals. The most interesting part of his attire was the deep blue bandana loosely wrapped around his neck with a metal plate prominently displayed. Etched into the plate was four squiggly, diagonal lines.

The bushy haired teenager had a feeling she'd seen those symbols before.. she'd have to ask the ambassador's later, and if that didn't work. Dumbledore or the library. One or the other would have answers.

Following behind the white-haired boy, was a black-haired girl. She was a head smaller than the boy with long flowing black hair that would cover her brown eyes as she walked, while another bit was held in a loose pony to the left of her face.

Harry had to swallow a lump in his throat, she was a beauty with the pale skin, light-pink lips and perfect skin. The small set of earrings in her left ear added a sense of.. was it a sense of danger, or mystery? The Boy-Who-Lived didn't know what, but it certainly caught his attention.

The other person staring was one Ronald Bilius Weasly. Primarily at the outfit that served to hint at the girls curves. A long white scarf, loosely wrapped around her neck while the ends trailed down her back. The full body jumpsuit without anything to hide her pale shoulders, or the odd spiral tattoo that went down all the way to just above her knees. Finally the pin-striped arm and leg warmers that hid her frail, delicate frame, along with the small sandals that cradled her feet.

Ron didn't think she looked like a princess, but she had the air of a respectable lady and walked with a subtle grace that he'd never seen before. Kind of like Mrs. Malfoy, but not as git like as the lady snake.

Ron froze when he caught the girl's eye, she'd notice him staring, but instead of turning her nose at the youngest Weasley boy, she gave him a smile that warmed him to the core. Oh he thought he was in love.

Little did he know Harry, who was standing right next to him, doing the same, thought the smile was for himself and had similar thoughts.

Hermoine just sighed at the boys reactions, wondering why they were getting so worked up about a new girl, even if she was rather pleasant on the eyes.

Haku, well. He just giggled. The looks he was getting weren't rare, but it was always fun to play with people, and being mistaken for a women was one of his favourite games.

The final member of the group was also the tallest though whether it was from his odd blue and white hat, or from himself was still unknown. The cloth strips and low rim kept the waiting hosts from getting a good look at his face, though it seemed he wore bandages from his nose down to his throat. What kind of weirdo does that? Was the collective thought of the wizards.

A weirdo that could kill every wizard insight without a hint of remorse, that kind. But no one let that piece of info slip. After all, where would the fun be in that?

Instead they just looked over his outfit from a distance. He wore a mesh one piece, similar to a women's swimsuit under a deep blue vest with white lining. For some reason he also wore a white cloak over his shoulders, seemingly to hide the leather arm-guards covering his biceps. His pants were baggy and a slightly lighter shade with a white cloth belt. Hermoine and Mrs. Weasley blushed a slight shade of red when they noticed how low the pants were.

They had to guess magic was involved to stop the fabric from just sliding off. They were partly right, it was chakra, but still.

Finally the group of four stopped in front of the Burrow, allowing everyone a better look at the man with the hat. His skin had a grey tint to it, with short, spiky black hair hidden under his hat. Funny enough, he seemed to have a matching earring to the girl's in his right ear. A small ring at the top of the ear, and a little strip of metal down at the bottom.

Hermione had to wonder what the simple on his hat meant, it looked familiar. Like Chinese or Japanese.. another small mystery. Lovely. The fourteen year old had to smile, she always enjoyed a puzzle.

"Ah thank you again Molly for volunteering to house our guests. Those idiots at the ministry are tied up with something terribly inconvenient and had to ask me to help. I do hope I'm not being a bother." Dumbledore said while shaking Mrs. Weasley's hand in gratitude, mentally berating Fudge for doing something as treating an ambassador as if they were a last-minute thought, even if it was true.

"Oh don't worry Professor, it is a pleasure to help." Mrs. Weasley smiled back, she was honestly excited to help the old wizard, and happy to meet a new group of Wizards. A quick look at the teenagers of the group told her to make plenty for dinner. The children didn't look malnourished, but she could definitely help put some pounds on their skinny little bones.

"Good to hear. Good to hear. Now, for introductions I believe?" Dumbledore nodded as he turned to his side. "This is Zabuza Momochi, Lord Mizukage from the Village Hidden in the Mist of the Elemental Nations. He was recently contacted by the ministry after decades of silence between our two countries and is looking to understand Wizarding culture, so we invited him to the Quidditch World Cup Finals."

Hermione could have sworn she'd heard that word before.. along with the place.. hm..

The man in the conical hat bowed his head slightly but didn't say a word, allowing Dumbledore to continue. "And to his right is Kimimaro Kaguya Momochi, his youngest child." The white-haired teen just glared at the old man and assembled group, giving the Golden Trio and a few other of the youngest wizards to have had the displeasure of meeting Draco Malfoy the same feeling as being stared down by the blonde pure-blooded prat.

"And to his left Haku Yuki Momochi, his oldest. I do hope we may all get along for the future cooperation of our two nations." Dumbledore finished with a clap of his hands and a small smile on his face. Zabuza had to hand it to the old bat, he had the grandfather act down. Haku bowed in greeting, before giving the assembled group his best smile.

Kimimaro just snorted and mumbled something under his breath, getting a mental chuckle out from the his fellow ninja who heard him, though Zabuza hoped that none of the wizards would fall for it. Kimimaro meant well, but the last thing Zabuza wanted right now was a headache from dealing with politics.

Sadly enough, the second shortest of the red-headed brats didn't seem to have a filter between his brain and his mouth, so he scowled up at the taller ninja. "Got a problem with us? If so, just say it, instead of being a git."

Neither of the three ninja's knew what 'git' meant, but Kimimaro simply smiled down at the child, before speaking as politely as possible. "I do apologize for my behaviour. I just believed that as a visiting diplomat, we'd be given accommodations befitting Zabuza-sama's status. I apologize if I seem rude but-"

"Brat, shut your face before I send you back to the hospital early. We have slept in places far worse than this, with people far less friendly. So leave it alone." Zabuza interupted before Kimimaro could really tear into the Weasley's.

Haku just kept quiet and smiled, getting ready to mediate if necessary, while Kimimaro spun on his heels to face his father.

"Zabuza-sama. Don't you see that this is an insult. Yes, we have slept in worse places, but that was before you were Mizukage. You are the leader of our village! You fought hard for your title! You shouldn't be sleeping in some slanted house in the middle of nowhere! First it was sending us this weird old man with a piece of trash to get us, now this? How long are you going to let them disrespect you like this?!" The bone-user yelled, getting a few cross-looks from the wizards.

Mostly it was the insults to the family home, but the fact this child was insulting professor Dumbledore wouldn't slide by them. Speaking of said old man, he was about to jump in and end this argument as best as possible before he was beaten to the punch by Zabuza.

Zabuza's fist connected with the side of Kimimaro's head, letting out a dull thumb as flesh hit flesh. Zabuza stared at Kimimaro, who knew he was going to get a tongue lashing.

"Brat, we are guests of this nation, and this house. Your concern is appreciated but unneeded. I took you along with this trip because I believed you could use the experience and training. You are a member of the Hidden Mist. So damn well act like it, before I send you home to learn with the other brats. You are a damn adult, so keep your damn mouth shut. IF I have an issue with my accommodations, -I- will mention them. I don't need you to fight my battles for me. Do I?" Zabuza roared, causing most people to take a step back at the volume, while Kimimaro flinched as he gazed at the ground.

"No sir.." The teen mumbled.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I, or our hosts heard that." Zabuza glared at the teenager.

"No sir. You do not need me to fight your battles. I apologize for my actions sir. I didn't mean to embarrass you or the village. I will accept any punishment you wish to give me without complaint." Kimimaro bowed before Zabuza as he spoke louder.

The Demon of the Mist had to chuckle. "You would take any punishment I gave you without complaint regardless, since you are like that. Instead, I want you to apologize. Honestly, to these people. You will be as much help as you can to them through the duration of our stay and finally... hm.. Haku would you want to take over his training for the week, or will I have that pleasure."

Haku giggled, shooting Kimimaro a look once he was done. "Well Zabuza-san, I wouldn't wish to deny you the fun. But I believe you were sent here for a small vacation and I don't want you to stress yourself with punishing Kimi-kun as well as dealing with the ministry, so if you wish, I will gladly accept."

Zabuza grunted his acceptance before looking back at Kimimaro, who got his message as well.

The Bone user turned slowly before getting on his knees before the Weasly family plus two, pressing his forehead to the dirt. He spoke loud and clearly. Thank Kami for that 'translation' spell or this couldn't be possible.. then again without the spell no one would have understood Kimimaro's insults.

"I sincerely apologize for my words. I was out of line, and incorrect. I let the stress and excitement of travel get the better of me, acting in a rude manner not befitting a proper guest or a member of the Mist. I can not take back my words, nor do I deserve your forgiveness, but I still ask for a chance to prove myself."

Zabuza grunted again, hopefully the kid would get used to it. He or Haku may one day be Mizukage, so the brat would have to learn at least how to -act- humble at some point. "And may I apologize as well. My children respect me a little too much in my opinion and will sometimes act rashly. I should have realized the brat's temper would have caused problems, but I let it get out of hand. I am sorry." Zabuza bowed his head.

Molly stood there blinking, along with the rest of the wizards. The heated voices had been rather stunning, along with Zabuza's display of violence. Everyone had heard the fist connect, and it sounded like it hurt, but the teen took it without blinking.

"I.. um.. accept your apology Mr. Momochi and Lord Mizukage. I'm sure you are just tired. I know using a portkey for the first time can be disorienting and uncomfortable. I'm sure you didn't mean anything. Now please stand up, young man. You are getting those clothes dirty and I'm sure you'd rather not have to clean them off." Molly smiled down at the boy in a motherly way.

Kimimaro stood up, lightly dusting off his knees before bowing again. The children still weren't entirely pleased with the stranger's apology, but they kept quiet since he'd actually apologized and now didn't look like such an angry prat. Instead he just looked tired. The Golden Trio plus the Twins and Ginny hoped he stayed that way.

"Professor, if it wouldn't be too much of a hassle, I don't believe we have been told the name of our hosts, would you please be so kind as to enlighten us?" Haku smiled at the man while Zabuza gave Kimimaro one last light smack to the back of his head as a final reminder for his stupidity.

"I do apologize. I was just lost in thought about the final preparations for this year after the argument as well as looking at the clouds. It is a rather nice day after all." Dumbledore said, further cementing the growing opinion in the ninja's that the old man was either legitimately senile, or he was playing stupid. Even the greatest ninja has their quirks, and they guessed that applied to wizards as well.

"This beautiful young women is Molly Weasley, and the handsome young man next to her is her husband Arthur Weasley. They are old students and friends of mine, so I know they'll give you the best treatment the wizarding community has to offer." Dumbledore finished with a chuckle. He rather enjoyed calling other wizards young. Not that he hadn't earned the privilege though.

Long ago Dumbledore learned that really old wizards don't get that way by being easy to kill, thankfully he had the Elder's Wand, and knew of its curse, so he had every intentions of being prepared for the inevitable. But that's a story for another time.

The trio of ninja's bowed their heads. "It is a pleasure. And thank you for hosting us on such short notice." Oh Haku, always so kind and nice, usually.

"This is Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, Fred, Ronald and Ginny Weasley." Each of the red heads was motioned to at their appropriate name, getting another set of polite nods.

"And these two are Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter. They will be joining you at the Quidditch World Cup. Everyone here is a proud student or graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, so if you have any questions regarding magic during your state, I'm sure they'd be able to answer them. But for now, I'm afraid I must take my leave. Good day everyone."

Dumbledore turned and bowed to the ambassadors. As of now he just wanted to be polite and try to not drag another magical community into Britain's mess. Voldemort was a British wizard, and the problems left over from his reign would be dealt with, by British wizards.

With the mess temporarily dealt with, Dumbledore disappeared through his use of Apparition, getting a few glances from the ninja's. It didn't seem as fast as the Yellow Flash's Flying Thunder God, but it could still be useful. Kimimaro and Haku both locked that thought away for later when they had time for questions.

"Well, who is hungry? I was just about to make lunch if you or your children wanted anything to eat Lord Mizukage." Molly clapped her hands as the rest of the family started to make their way inside.

Zabuza nodded. "Thank you, we would love to." He followed along as Molly turned to head in, but made sure to stop long enough to look at Haku and Kimimaro. "After lunch you two brats are to begin training. Kenjutsu and Taijutsu. You both still need to get the basics down." Is what the bandaged Mizukage said.

But what his two children heard was. "After lunch, Haku is in charge of beating you into the ground Kimimaro. You are only allowed to use Kenjustu and Taijutsu cause I still do not trust these wizards. Specifically you are to use forms taught to academy brats. We are hear to gather information, not give it out."

"Of course Zabuza-sama." Kimimaro nodded, his expression gone neutral. Training with Zabuza was brutal, he didn't allow any slacking, and would hammer the techniques and knowledge into you like a blacksmith forging a sword. Haku on the other hand.. for all his gentle nature, the kid could be very sadistic if needed. And he always felt that his sadism was needed during training. Now he really was regretting his earlier out burst.

"Now now Kimi-kun. Don't worry, I'll be gentle as always. But I have a small question." Haku chided his slightly younger brother.

Zabuza just grunted in response.

"I was just wondering if we were to share our culture. I don't want to overwhelm them after all with constant chatting about home, Zabuza-san." Haku finished with an embarrassed smile.

"Don't go overboard brats. I'm sure they are curious, doesn't mean you can talk their ear off." Zabuza responded to the implied question with his coded answer. They were to keep quiet about as much as possible regarding ninjas or their techniques, and if asked compromising questions lie or give half-truths, nothing that could compromise the villages safety.

With a short nod, the trio of ninja's entered the house. Oddly enough it seemed larger on the inside than it appeared. Well, that's another question for later.