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AN: PLEASE READ THIS! Gomen! Gomen gomen gomen gomen! I know I said I'd have it up before, but I was out of town for Thanksgiving!

I've already started the next chapter. But I decided to leave with a mini-cliffy

I wanna thank everyone who reviewed. Some of the stuff you wrote help me get over the major case of writer's block I was having. In any case. I think that you will enjoy the way I choose to do the last part of the chapter. It's a bit different from what I've seen people do in the past with this, and it took me a while to put words to the feelings I think he would feel. Next chappie will be soon, but since the holidays are coming, I can't say how busy I will be. I'll def work on it over the weekend though.

THANKS!

Harry stepped forward.

Is he TRYING to make my job harder?

"I'll do it." There were whisperings in the crowd.

Stupid BAKA! Kakashi screamed in his head. What is he doing?! This thing could KILL him.

"But Harry, the grim…" muttered a Gryffindor.

"I'll do it!" He said more assuredly than before.

Kakashi watched intently as Harry walked up to the half-bird half- horse, ready to jump if necessary. He bowed without ever breaking eye contact with the creature. The bird stood perfectly still, and Kakashi tensed, ready to grab Harry if necessary, but then it relaxed and bowed its feathered head. Harry approached it, smiling, and patted its head.

"There you go, 'Arry! Now you can ride it." Harry's (and Kakashi's) eyes widened in momentary shock as he was lifted up and onto the animal's back.

Oh shit.

The Hippogriff took off. Kakashi could see the look of utter terror on the young wizard's face slowly change to one of elation as he soared around the grounds and out, over the forbidden forest. As the Hippogriff came down, Hagrid assigned each of the students to a hippogriff and told them to bow.

Kakashi walked towards his hippogriff, and it almost immediately bowed.

"Never seen a Hippogriff bow so fast" said Hagrid, starring. "Well… go ahead, then."

The shinobi looked at Hagrid's surprised face for a moment before walking up to the creature and patting it.

Suddenly, there was a cry of pain. Malfoy was lying on the ground, screaming, "It's killed me! It' killed me!" There was a light gash on his arm, which looked broken.

What a loser, it's just a broken arm.

Hagrid seemed more concerned with the boy. He gathered him up in his arms and shouted, "Class dismissed!" before running with him up to the castle. After a moment, the class began to follow him at a walk.

Dumbledore POV:

He didn't really know the man at all. And it made him nervous to have one of his wizards—on of his shinobi—in his school. Yes, he needed to protect the boy, but… well, how trust worthy could he be? Even if he had been sorted into Gryffindor? Courage and chivalry… did that make you a good person? He liked to think so, having once been part of the house. But so had Sirius Black.

He carefully removed his glitzy purple wizards had and replaced it with the tattered fragments known at the sorting hat.

Is there something you wish to ask me?

I think you know what it is.

Yes… He has… quite an interesting mind.

Is Gryffindor the right house for him?

If it were not, I would not have chosen it for him.

I know but…

He is very loyal.

Then should he not be in Hufflepuff?

It is not his loyalty alone that decides his person

Yes…?

He is loyal, and is courageous enough to be a protector of all that he cares for. Chivalry is a trait that… well he seems to dislike the idea, and simultainiously dismisses anything he does for anyone as his duty. He thinks of it as his job. Something he has to do.

Ah.

Gryffindor is a house of protectors. Slytherine, being of ambition, is based upon the idea of every man for one's self. I suppose that is the reason for their rivalry.

I would have to agree with you. I do not know much of his people, but I have been told the Organization to which he belongs—The ANBU—is tasked with protecting their Hokage.

Yes, his loyalty to his Hokage seems to be his driving force.

I can hardly imagine sending a boy so young into the world. Maybe I baby my students, but he is so young.

The hat did not mention that he knew the boy had been fighting from the age of 4.

His mind has aged prematurely in some areas as a result of his lifestyle, but he still has a lot to learn… about people and about himself.

I am glad, then, that I have a chance to help him learn.

And afraid.

…Yes, I suppose so.

Kakashi POV:

It was Thursday morning, and Kakashi dragged himself downstairs to breakfast after everyone had finished.

"What do we have first, then?"

"Double potions with the Slytherines" said Harry disgustedly. Kakashi gave him a questioning look.

"I know you don't like the Slytherine, but they were there during Care of Magical Creature as well."

"Yea, but, we've got to deal with them and professor Snape."

"Snape?"

"Yea, he a slimy git, like Malfoy" Interjected Ron.

"Well it's no use moaning over it." Stated Hermione as she caught up with them. Hadn't she just been walking next to him? Where had she gone? "We'd best get to class."

Time lapse cuz walking to class is not an amazing thing to write about.

"It seems we have the new Gryffindor in our class. A very late Gryffindor…" He did not continue but gave Kakashi a disdainful look. "…Tell me, Hatake, do you learn potions at you school in Japan?" The words seemed to slither from his mouth, oozing with malice

"To some extent, Professor." The answer was abrupt and succinct.

"Well then, I am sure you will have no problem with the shrinking potion we will be making today."

Kakashi and the rest of the class took out the necessary ingredients and started their potions.

"Professor," Whined Malfoy, "I can't cut up my daisy roots."

"Weasly," ordered Snape lazily, "cut up Malfoy's roots for him." Kakashi was definitely beginning to see why Harry, Ron and Hermione hated this class. Still, his potion was half finished already, this was fairly easy compared to the fast acting healing potions and pills that all ninja learned to make.

He was working at the opposite end of the table from a small, fretful looking boy whose potion would not turn the right color.

"Orange, Longbottom?" sneered Snape "Tell me, what part of 'only one spleen' did you not understand?"

"S-S-Sorry s-sir."

"We will test your potion on that toad of yours at the end of class."

Neville whimpered.

"Please sir, I could help Neville put it right—"

"I don't remember telling you to show off Granger." Snape turned toward Hermione and scoffed at her.

In the split second he was facing away from the cauldron, Kakashi darted out his hand and sprinkled a few extra roots into Neville's potion. It turned the correct acid green color.

When he turned back he blinked for a moment in surprise. Then his gaze hardened.

"20 points from Gryffindor, Longbottom" he spat "for taking more daisy roots from the cupboards without asking permission."

There was roar of outrage from the Gryffindors.

"Make that 30 points." The group fell silent.

Kakashi finished his potion, bottled up some of it and set it in the rack at the front of the room. He then returned to his seat and watched blankly as the rest of the class continued their potions. He eventually tuned in to the conversation Malfoy, Harry and Ron were having at the table in front of him.

"Thinking of trying to catch Black single-handed, Potter?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Of course, if it was me I wouldn't be staying in school like a good little boy. I'd be looking for him"

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" asked Harry, angrily.

"Don't you know Potter?"

"Know what?" Malfoy gave a derisive laugh.

"If it was me, I'd want revenge."

"What are you talking about?!"

What is he talking about?

But the conversation was interrupted, as Snape dismissed class.

Time lapse, Cuz walking to DADA is just sooo interesting.

"Good Afternoon. If you will all please put your books back in your bags, we will be having a practical lesson today. You will need only your wands." Lupin said

Kakashi fished out his white and silver wand and followed Lupin down the corridor and around a corner and stopped outside the staffroom door. He then ushered them inside. Snape was sitting in a rather overstuffed armchair, and when Lupin made to close the door, he stood and said

"Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this." He walked past the class and stood in the doorway. "I may warn you, you have Longbottom in your class, I would not entrust him with anything difficult."

"I was hoping, in fact, that Neville would help me in the first stage of this exercise." Neville turned scarlet. Kakashi raised his eyebrow, slightly amused. The boy was not stupid, he'd seen what he could do in Herbology.

"Now then." Lupin was interrupted yet again as a old wardrobe in the corner of the room gave a sudden wobble. "Nothing to worry about. There's a Bogart in there." Most of the group seemed to thing this was something to worry about.

"…So, does anyone know, what a Bogart is?"

Hermione raised her hand and answered, "It's a shape shifter. It'll take the form of whatever frightens us the most." Lupin nodded in approval.

This should be interesting. What was he most afraid of? He hadn't really thought about it before. The Kyuubi? He was certainly frightened of it.

Lupin taught them the countering spell "Rickulous" and set them to taking turns trying it on the monster. Neville took his turn first, as instructed by Lupin. When he whispered "Ridickulous" in a voice full of terror, Bogart Snape's black robes turned into a lavender dress and hat topped with a stuffed eagle, and Ron gave his giant spider 4 pairs of roller-skates. Before he knew it he was being ushered to the front. Harry and Hermione were next in line after him.

He stood in front of the creature, wand at the ready, as it began to change its shape.

Hermione POV:

She looked on in horror at the people in front of her, and the monster that stood behind them. It looked like a fox, but it had nine tails. The three people--two of them were just children!—Were all bleeding.

The young boy's hair was spikey and black and his one eye that was not completely mutilated was squeezed shut, blood was oozing from beneath the eyelid. His other eye, as well as the other entire half of his body was completely crushed, by what she did not know.

The girl—who appeared to have once been very beautiful—was clutching her stomach in agony the claw of the creature—the fox—penetrated it.

The man—and maybe it was the look on his face was worst of all—was just standing there. There were a few scratches on his face but he was relatively unscathed. His eye though—oh god his eyes—they were black holes, nothing remained where eyes should be. She felt like she would be sucked in by that complete blackness and be tortured for the rest of eternity.

All four of them were screaming something in a different language.

"IT'S YOUR FAULT KAKASHI! WHY DIDN'T YOU DO ANYTHING?!"

"YOU DIDN'T SAVE RIN! YOU'RE WORSE THAN TRASH!"

"YOU COULD HAVED SAVED THE MISSION! YOU COULD HAVE SAVED OUR VILLAGE!"

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!?"

"WHAT KIND OF NINJA ARE YOU?!"

It was petrifying. It was worse than anything she'd ever seen before. When she looked over to Kakashi, he was just standing there, wand held loosely in his hand, one visible eye widened in—what? Terror? Shock?

"Kakashi?" It took a moment to realize he was shaking.

"KAKASHI!" He snapped back into awareness, raised his arm with a suddenness that temporarily shocked her and screamed—it was scary how he screamed, desperately, full of pain—"RIDICKULOUS!"

MWA HAHA! CLIFFY! WHAT WILL THE BOGART'S SECOND FORM BE! YOU HAVE TO READ TO FIND OUT!

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