Ok....so second chapter...nothing to bad in in yet...si? Echelon and the Social Scene

so...this begins the part of the main story. It takes place in well...the year after Voldemort dies. I'm modifying some facts...but...I'm making it as believable as possible...there's just a few teeny tiny things in the plot I can't live with.

Also...to those who read the last chapter: Thank you. To those of you who added this to your favorites or story alerts...thank you even more.

To GinaStar and Echelon and the Social Scene: Thanks for reviewing...they make me want to update so much more.

so....its summer now...but this will probably not mean faster updates...cause I'm going to a few camps...and I had my notebook on me so much more while I was in school....

But... without further delay, please enjoy the story, and remember...I don't own Naruto, or Harry Potter

Sasuke sighed, gazing out the window in the owlery. With a soft yawn, he stretched absentmindedly, before resuming the stroking of one of the schools owls. He'd been up there since dawn, and now, the sun was above the forest, signalling another beautiful day.

Without a thought, Sasuke pulled out his wand, transfiguring a piece of paper into a mouse. Another flick of his wand and it was a quil. He continued this process carelessly, picking random things to turn it into, merely to pass the time until breakfast. Eventually, he settled on the mouse form, playing with it, and catching it just before it tried to escape him.

As the mouse became calm, content to sit in his palm, Sasuke allowed his mind to wander to the past few years.

Three years had passed since Sasuke's initial arrival in Hogwarts. Although he'd arrived as a 15 year old, Dumbledore had decided on placing him in the fourth year. The moment he'd shown he could preform magic (a skill so familiar, yet so damn foreign to him) they'd invited him to the school. But they'd known the OWLS would be near impossible as it was, let alone taking it with less than a year to learn. He'd been placed in the fourth year instead, learning to master what he could with extra tutoring.

Sadly, Sasuke had very little indication of who he'd been prior to Hogwarts. His family had yet to be found, and he didn't even know if they were alive. It didn't help that very few memories had returned, and he had nothing to go on. He knew he was fluent in Japanese, words rolling off his toungue more naturally than english, though he had no idea he'd known it. when he was angry his shoulder would throb, a deep burning that coursed through his body (and he would blame it on the tattoo there, but that would be insane) and the burning wouldn't leave for hours, far after his anger abated. He was unatturally silent, when moving, it was so hard just to realize he was there, he'd managed to sneak up on everyone, the ghosts, the teachers, students, it didn't matter who. He never tried to, it just happened.

What was the most frustrating thing, the only unknown thing that truly bothered Sasuke, was the blond boy. He was the only thing from the memories that had any clarity, no matter how remote it was. He could remember vauge things, scorn and firey determination. Fragments of a fight, pain shooting through him, bones breaking beneath his hands, the heat of fire, surrounding, encasing, inside him, energy crackling in his palm. This mingled with something else, motivation, rivalry, friendship, no matter how faint, how rare things like that, that might be good showed up, they were clung to, like a drowning man (because then not everything was bad), and it gave Sasuke a human feeling.

He stood abrubtly, the owl he'd been stroking with his free hand hooting indignantly at him. Ignroing the creature, he began to pace, shaking his head as he did so, forcefully clearing his thoughts.

In the past year, so much had changed. Sasuke hadn't been with the three on their quest for Horcruxes, (though he should have been because they were so foolish, children who needed protection from themselves, but no he had to protect the school, from those 'teachers'), and so much had changed. Ron had never returned to Harry and Hermione after leaving that night. And after they'd been captured by Snatchers, unaware of the Trace of Voldemort's name, Hermione had abandoned him to. For Ron, the realization that he and Harry could never be similar, because despite Gryffindor bravery, Harry had never though of himself, while Ron did more often that not, it was to much of a burden to return. Hermione had been unable to continue risking herself, the torture had told her that, she'd discovered something she couldn't handle.

Ginny however, had remained Harry's friend the moment they'd returned. The year apart had made them to different for love, they'd matured in different ways, but their friendship was stronger than ever.

After that fight, the night Dumbledore died, sasuke had been welcomed more officially into the group. Before, he was just a DA member, but that night, he'd become so much more of a friend. He'd wanted to go with Harry to find the Horcruxes, though he didn't know what they even were looking for, he knew he'd be useful, knowing that he had skills none of them knew of, Sasuke included, and that he could help. Instead, he'd been forced to stay at the castle, and when the tormenters arrived, he'd helped take the lead. Sasuke was always so much harder to catch, rarely relying on magic, and as such, he went so much further than the others.

Then there was the miracle considering Sirius. The 'veil' as it turned out, was a creature, rarely heard of because of the doubt in its existance called a Deithold [1]. Years with dementors had allowed his mind to survive, clinging to that shred of sanity, even as he was tormented. It had been Remus who was to thank. He'd lost his wife, and had nearly died himself, he'd needed a friend, and the veil had taken his only form of comfort, the man who had become an anchor once more, despite their distance before. Remus had gone to the Ministy (and Sasuke didn't blame them for letting him, the angry werewolf had lost far to much, and could have snapped at any moment, it was safer for everyone to just leave him alone), the 'wolf had aimed to destroy the veil, to punish it for what it had done, but instead of the hexes and curses he'd planned on doing, some instinct had forced him to use a different spell, the patronus, and somehow, his will was enough, the curse was broken, the creature destroyed, and Sirius returned.

Then there was Draco, a tentative member of their group. After being save twice by Harry, he'd chosen to stay with them. The boy was scarcely around Slytherins', and constantly avoided people, choosing to be secluded and withdrawn around most. They'd managed to talk him into opening up a bit, and he wasn't really a bad person, merely misguided.

All students who wanted a career with a NEWT grade in Defense Against the Dark Arts had been required to stay an extra year. Sasuke didn't blame them for insisting that, after all, there hadn't exactly been any Defense in the class last year.

Sasuke groaned, allowing the mouse to scamper from his hand. He'd been brooding far to long, and would be late to breakfast. With a sigh, he grabbed his bag, heading to the Great Hall.

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Sasuke yawned as he sat down, sliding into his customary spot next to Harry and another boy from the Quiditch team, people Sasuke rarely bothered to keep straight. He'd just filled his plate when the Quiditch talk began, so annoying, but normal and it was a constant conversation, changing but never leaving. It took Sasuke seconds to figure out what they were talking about, some Oliver Wood offering them tickets to see a match of his, and the boys were unsure if they wanted to go over Christmas holdiays and see him.

Ignoring the conversation, Sasuke looked to Ginny, who was accross from him. "So...enjoying our ever so lovely NEWT year yet?"

Ginny laughed, "I hate it....two weeks in and its horrible..."

Sasuke grinned, "Shoulda stuck with Hagrid...no homework...and its fun."

"Yeah...but I like keeping my limbs attached. You...are freakily lucky....stupid lucky jerk."

"You love me"

She waved a hand dismissively, "Yeah, yeah. I'll let you think that."

He pouted, "But Ginny! How can I live without you? How can i go on?"

She tossed a pancake at Sasuke, laughing as he caught it, "Yeah, yeah...I love you."

Sasuke folded the pancake in half, taking a bite out of it, "Well I'd hope so. I mean really now."

The two continued to talk, comparing their newest essay for potions, Slughorn was being oddly evil this year after all, and soon enough they were joined by Harry. Sasuke looked down at his watch, the little stars never ceasing to amuse him, though this time it was close, "Shit...I gotta go. Hagrid insisted I have to be on time today."

Sliding away from his friends, Sasuke grabbed his books, moving out the doors and onto the grounds. While the others had stopped taking Hagrid's classes, he'd stayed. The more dangerous the creature, the more familiar the rush of adrenaline was, and he needed to be outside as much as possible, it felt more natural that way.

Hagrid claimed that today, they'd be looking for a wounded unicorn in the forest. Sasuke couldn't wait to be among the trees, though he hoped it wouldn't bring them any closer to the centaurs, they never seemed to trust him.

Mere minutes later, Sasuke was outside Hagrids hut. He felt that it was a good choice to leave Buckbeak here, having heard the story, and knowing that he'd be happier where he could have more freedom.

The moment Hagrid saw him, he was handing Sasuke a bag full of medical supplies, before adjusting his crossbow, Fang at his heels. Sasuke dropped his school supplies on the ground, adjusted the bag he'd been given, and followed Hagrid into the forest. Instructions were pointless, he'd been given a briefing the day before.

The search was slow work, the hint of unicorn blood was hard to miss, but only if it was seen, and the forest was to big to make mistakes in. Luckily, roughly fifteen minutes into the search, they found it. A small silver puddle, small drops of blood leading deeper into the forest. Following the trail as silently as possible, they found the creature, scarcely concious, blood dripping from its shoulder to form a puddle around it.

As Hagrid took the bandages, and began to work on the creature, Sasuke looked around. Something was wrong, some hidden part of his mind knew it, could feel it. Sparing Hagrid a quick glance, he bgan to walk around the area, looking for whatever it was that bothered him. something caught his eye, the minute a new scent reached him; a small splash of crimson against a tree, a piece of dirty fabric on a bramble.

Cautiously, he pushed past the bramble, wand raised. A gasp tore from his throught at the sight that greeted him. A boy, who it looked like he had dark hair lay on his side, his clothing ripped, as blood dripped sluggishly from several wounds. And yet, the site of that boy was nothing compared to the one next to him. He half lay on the dark haired one, his hair matted with blood from wounds on his head, his jacked was torn and mud covered, but it still showed several more wounds. He crept towards them, surveying their injuries. Then it happened, the brunettes finger twitched, and Sasuke took a step back.

"Hagrid! Help! There's people out here! They're hurt!" he wished he knew healing spells, one was alive, but the other might not be, and if he was, he doubted either boy had long. His thoughts broke off as a wave of pain rushed over him, and for a long moment, that pain focused deep behind his eyes, setting his mind on fire.

The pain was broked abruptly by the sound of branches breaking and Hagrid's startled gasp behind him.

[1] Deithold

Ministry Classification: XXXXX (known wizard killer/impossible to train or domesticate)

The Deithold is a hybrid betwen two highly similar creatures, the demetor and the lethifold. This creature has the ability to take the shape of objects (i.e. Cloaks, hats, curtains and most cloths), it should be noted these forms are always black. Although lacking in eyes, a noe or a mouth, the Deithold produces a soft whispering sound by swishing their 'body' slightly. The Deithold does not kill like the Lethifold, or take the soul as a Demntor does, but instead transports the victims mind and body to a limbo, while forcing the body into a comatose state. The Deithold can only be persuaded to release a victim by being given a new one, or it can be destroyed by a combination of a Patronus and the prescense of a strong mind. A person will ultimately be lost to the Deithold when their will to live has been destroyed.

Well....there's chapter two. And for the record, no...I can't kill off Sirius. He's not allowed to die. And as for Ron and Hermione....they might get redemption...eventually. So...guesses towards who the mystery boys are?

and the Deithold...is completely of my own creation...because JKR was cruel for killing Sirius. And it was in the ministry...because they're all twisted, its a good way to get rid of enemies....and it isn't well noticed.

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