Mission: Hoguwatsu
A Naruto & Harry Potter Crossover
By: GoldenDragonClouds

Chapter 4: Dragon Heartstring

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, nor do I own Harry Potter

Previously in Mission: Hoguwatsu

As Tenten was ushered out of the door by Fanny, she couldn't help but listen to what the teachers were saying about her. It seemed that the Snape man was demanding to know why exactly she was here. A small laugh bubbled up in her throat and she grinned to herself. Judging from the horrified faces of the teachers from before, this mission would be fun.

The small summon called Fanny had brought Tenten breakfast in bed, a western breakfast which had consisted of french toast, orange juice, bacon, and eggs. Tenten hadn't been able to finish her meal, and had decided to, next time, ask for something simpler, like porridge, or some steam buns and some tea. If they had any.

After eyeing Tenten's leftovers most worriedly, the creature-being-summon had guided Tenten towards the library at her request. It had then disappeared with a cracking sound, opposed to the usual puff of clouds, presumably back to it's own country, like what Kakashi's nin-dogs or Tsunade-sama's slugs did, according to books.

Tenten, albeit a bit taken aback by the creature's extremely docile nature and it's sudden disappearance, had dismissed it to focus on the numerous books that lined the walls of the library. Yep, the Japanese-English-Japanese dictionary was officially her best friend.

"Miss Long, is it?" A strict looking old woman, no, the librarian, peered at Tenten. Tenten stiffened. How had she...

"Yes?" Tenten asked, nonetheless. She really needed to learn more English if this was all she could say.

"Professor McGonagall is here for you." the librarian sniffed. Tenten paid no attention to her, concentrating on translating what she had just said.

McGonagall was the tight-lipped Professor she had met last night. Here, and for you. The librarian probably meant that McGonagall was waiting for Tenten. But for what?

"For I where?"

Judging from the librarian's expression, she had said that wrong. Well, it was a start.

"Just out the door." The librarian made a little shooing motion with her hands. "And take your things with you."

Tenten decided that she did not like the wizarding form of transportation. It involved grasping an object and hanging on tight until one arrived at their destination, and that object could be the weirdest of things. Tenten also had a suspicion that what object they took determined how smooth the travel was.(1) After all, Dumbledore's red bird had given her a sense of flight, but this boot... had made her feel like someone had kicked her navel... with a boot.

McGonagall, the tight-lipped and green eyed professor Tenten had seen the night before, had, after a curt greeting at the Library's doors, brought Tenten to an office, presumably McGonagall's own, and had instructed her to leave all her- here McGonagall had gestured to Tenten's armful of books- on a chair, and had nodded at a boot on the desk.

"This boot, Miss Long, will take us to Diagon Alley. I presume you have heard of this place?"

After noting Tenten's hesitant nodding, McGonagall had instructed Tenten to hold on tight to the... boot.

At least it wasn't a neon-green spandex suit.

And off they had gone, spinning in the air before crash-landing on some stone-paved street. The experience had left Tenten feeling slightly nauseated, but apparently the trip had been necessary.

Nearby, many other people were randomly popping in and out of existence, most heading towards the same direction. There was a signpost in that direction saying "Diagon Alley."

The amount of raw chakra pulsating through the area was incredible; Tenten deduced quickly enough that there were quite a few experienced magic users among the people hustling through the crowd.

McGonagall straightened her... robe. Not dress. Robe. Tenten nearly smacked herself on her forehead. But anyway, she was curious.

"We where..." she mimed a walking motion with her hands, managing to draw attention from a few passers-by. Not good. Luckily the professor caught on before Tenten made too much of a fool of herself.

"I understand that you have already received your course books from Professor Dumbledore?"

Tenten blinked. Book... Dumbledore...

"Books?" she finally asked, motioning a opening and closing motion with her hands. The green-eyed professor stared at her for a moment.

"Yes... books." McGonagall said slowly. "We are going to Madam Malkins' to purchase your robes."

Tenten fought the urge to glare. Great. Now she was being treated as an idiot.

"Okay. We go now? You road lead." Tenten said, fumbling over her words.

McGonagall stared for a second before turning to lead the way.

Tenten swore under her breath. This wasn't going to be easy.

Madam Malkin was a short and wide woman with white hair. She had a habit of cutting people off when they spoke, and while she was a very friendly person, she had a true shop-owner's mind.

Upon learning that Tenten was a foreigner, Madam Malkin had simply insisted that Tenten buy other robes than the usual Hogwarts' uniform, showing her all the latest fashion trends in the magical world. Tenten was pretty sure she would have bought something if McGonagall had not pulled her out of the dressmaker's reach. The professor did, however, allow Tenten to choose a western-style dress, apparently because it was needed for later use. Whatever that meant.

All of these new robes were put into a very small bag. Very. Small. Tenten shook her head. She'd have to get used to these frequent displays of magic if she was to survive this mission! After carefully noting what McGonagall had given to the counter girl... weird pieces of currency they were indeed... Tenten followed the professor out to the busy street.

The next shop they walked over to was an Ollivander's, according to Professor McGonagall. The store, located in a corner of the very long and crowded street, was small, dusty, and had a surprisingly large amount of chakra emanating from it. Tenten immediately wanted to bolt.

But when she stopped, McGonagall gave her a look, a look that reminded Tenten so much of an angry Tsunade that she shut her mouth and followed the professor in.

The store itself was empty. Almost.

Its walls were covered with shelves, and its shelves full of boxes. But these boxes... all held a considerable amount of chakra, each enough for at least an Academy Student, if not a young Genin. A strange thought crossed her mind and she shook it away before she got any more bizarre ideas. How would people be fitted into such small boxes, anyway?

Tenten glanced over to McGonagall, who seemed to be waiting for something.

Their eyes met.

McGonagall stiffly turned towards a dusty table, where a shiny, new bell lay innocently.

Sharp eyes surveyed the bell, but instead the Professor simply cleared her throat.

Nothing happened.

Tenten's eyes started to wander, and her attention became fixated on the few books that were on a stool. She started walking over to the stool when...

"Good morning," a soft voice said.

Tenten jumped, instinctively touching the spring kunai trigger up her sleeve, but stopped herself. What was with people and sneaking up to her today? She turned around slowly.

There was old man between Tenten and McGonagall, an old man with wide, pale eyes, eyes so pale he could have been mistaken as a Hyuuga if not for the distinct pupils.

"Hi?" Tenten said awkwardly. It came out as a question. She looked at McGonagall, who seemed to be enjoying the show. Crazy woman.

"Ah yes, yes... Miss Long. I heard you would be coming today." the pale-eyed man smiled down at her. "Dumbledore told me that you were from the same school as Mr. Namikaze, and that you would be needing a wand as well, yes?"

Only then did it dawn on Tenten that this old man was the Ollivander that McGonagall had told her about. Was he really a master Wand-maker?

"Yes... I needing new wand." she said. Mr. Ollivander seemed unfazed by her accent.

"I hoped you would show up soon, yes." he went on, now moving slightly towards the shelves behind him. "Minerva, Minerva McGonagall! How nice to see you accompanying this young lady. Your wand is treating you well?"

McGonagall now smiled, a feat Tenten had previously believed impossible for the stern woman. Well, if Neji could smile... "Yes, I find my wand in perfect condition, Mr. Ollivander."

Mr. Ollivander, nodding at McGonagall, took a tape measurer from a nearby shelf and came closer to Tenten.

"This will be your first time purchasing a wand, am I correct?"

"Ah... yes?"

"Which is your dominant hand? Right or left?"

Tenten held out her right hand, cautiously nodding at the silver-eyed man. She could see her reflection in those eyes, and a sudden wave of nostalgia washed over her. "Yes?"

"That's it."

Mr. Ollivander measured her from head to toe, from shoulder to wrist, then around her waist, and... suddenly Tenten realized that it wasn't Mr. Ollivander measuring her, but that the tape measurer was moving on its own.

"Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Miss Long. We use phoenix feathers, unicorn hairs, and dragon heartstrings. No two Ollivander wands are made the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wand than your own.(2)"

The tape measurer was now measuring the length of her eyebrows. Tenten failed to see how that was pertinent to the choosing of her wand, but shrugged; she wasn't the official on wands.

"Mr. Namikaze's wand was very, very nice indeed. Thirteen inches, sturdy, with a phoenix feather core and made of Rowan. His specialty was banishing and conjuring, I believe. It took a while to find a nice wand that suited him, or should I say, a wand that would choose him as its own."

A wave of Ollivander's own wand and the tape measure fell to the floor. Tenten still stared at the old man, trying to get a grip on what he had just said. Just out of the corner of her sight she could see McGonagall stifling her laughter. Tenten fought the urge to glare.

"Right then, Miss Long. Try this one. Cherry and unicorn tail, eight inches long. Nice and sturdy, but compromising. A nice wand for charms and healing. Just give it a try."

Tenten took the wand with two fingers and jiggled it a bit, and was going to frown when Mr. Ollivander grabbed it and replaced it with another one.

"Perhaps a longer wand? Willow, sixteen inches, phoenix feather core. Nice and swishy."

Tenten had barely moved her wrist when Mr. Ollivander took it away again.

"We'll need a shorter wand then. Sharon and dragon heartstring, thirteen and a quarter inches, springy. Go on!"

This time, the glass lamp cracked. Mr. Ollivander eyed it with glee.

"Yes, yes, dragon heartstring, eh? Perhaps this? A rare combination, this one. Eleven inches and the heartstring of a Hungarian Horntail, made of bamboo. Try it!"

A crack appeared on the desk.

"Oh dear, perhaps this, then. Thirteen and a half inches, rosewood, uncompromising, and containing the heartstring of a Welsh Green dragon."

The wand was snatched out of Tenten's hands again before she could even raise it.

"Tricky customer! Don't worry, Mr. Namikaze took nearly as long... perhaps this one, then?" Mr. Ollivander gave her another wand.

"Ash, eleven and three-quarter inches, flexible, made with the heartstring from a Chinese Fireball."

This time, at a twitch of Tenten's wrist, a jet of fire emitted from the tip of the wand, briefly illuminating the dark shop. A warm feeling ran up her arm and through her entire body, a feeling that made it seem as if the wand... belonged there. Tenten stared at it, curious. It was almost as if the wand was... a weapon. She twirled it around and pointed it at a place on the wall, and almost instantly a gash appeared on it. Tenten turned around to face the others in the store.

Mr. Ollivander and McGonagall were clapping, albeit with a strained smile on McGonagall's part. Maybe Tenten shouldn't have made that slash after last night's means of introduction.

"A very, very nice wand indeed. You'll find it nice for transfigurations work. Perhaps Professor McGonagall here would like to assist you?"

Mr. Ollivander took the wand from Tenten and put it in a box, wrapping the box in brown paper and handing it to Tenten.

"That would be seven Galleons, Miss Long." Mr. Ollivander said softly, his voice taking on the mysterious tone from before. His eyes shimmered in the dim light and Tenten seriously considered his being a disguised Hyuuga.

Professor McGonagall gave Mr. Ollivander seven coins and Mr. Ollivander escorted them out of the shop.

The trip back to the school was nearly the same. Professor McGonagall had pulled another boot out of nowhere and grabbing on, she and Tenten had gone spinning off to who knows where, landing in the same office they had left from.

"Well, Miss Long." said McGonagall, once she had straightened her robes. "Fanny is waiting outside to escort you once more to your quarters. We will expect you in the Great Hall in thirty minutes."

Tenten gathered her things and opened the door to find the little creature she had seen before standing straight yet nervously waiting for her. It then occurred to her that she should say thanks to the professor, but when she turned around, McGonagall was gone.

Shrugging, Tenten smiled to the trembling Fanny and together they made their way up to Tenten's temporary quarters.

(1) Of course, it doesn't. We can't make her right all the time, can we?
(2) This is almost the exact speech Mr. Ollivander gave Harry in the Philosopher's Stone. I mean no copyright infringement.

Author's Note:
Oh, Iwas so tempted to let her meet Draco here in Madam Malkin's shop, but that would have ruined my planned scenes later on. There are already quite a few out-takes and omakes I have amassed already, more so than any fic I have written before. I may add these later, maybe once I finish the fic itself.
Lupin's right; chocolate helps in any situation, sad or scary. Although, at times it has a soporific effect. I nearly fell asleep during class. Oops.
What Minato's house was will be unveiled in the next chapter, and answers to many of your other questions will be answered in due course. This chapter was supposed to contain more than just Diagon Alley, but I did want to let out something before I became too busy to (since school has started again)... not do anything else.

Ja Ne,
Golden~