AN: I think this chapter was okay. Not my best work though. Please tell me what you think.
I'd like to say something here and now before this goes any farther. I was reading SalineRabbit's Pridian Moon (great story btw) and the AN was talking about the story and it made me realize I want to make the same thing she (he?) said about her story clear about mine. THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE Kakashi injected in the Potter-verse. There is my own separate plot which will be coming into light slowly as the story proceeds. It will have to intertwined with the plot of the book as well sp be patient.
I am willing to change some things so make suggestions. I have the basic plot worked out though and there will probably not be any ninja except for the Hokage and chibi- naruto involved in the current plot. There will be other nin in flash-backs though.
I'M SORRY ITS'S ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER AND IT TOOK SO LONG TO POST! MY SISTER CAME HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS SO I SPENT ALL MY TIME WITH HER AND THEN I HAD FINALS AT SCHOOL SO I HAD NO TIME TO WORK ON IT! THE POSTS WILL BE MORE REGULAR AGAIN FROM NOW ON!
THE REASON THIS CHAPTER IS SO SHORT IS THAT I WANTED TO END IT IN A CERTAIN PLACE. I PLAN ON STARTING THE NEXT CHAPTER TONIGHT WHICH WILL BE REGULAR LENGTH.
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Disclaimer: If they were mine Naruto would instead be called Kakashi and HP would be called Hermione Granger … soooo ….
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Kakashi POV:
It had been a long few weeks. Every class since the Bogart had been relatively calm, and he'd managed to relax again with effort, but he had the sneaking suspicion that Hermione was beginning to catch on to him. He must be loosing his touch for a thirteen-year-old to spot him. …Even if that thirteen-year-old happened to be someone like Hermione.
He been trailing Harry for weeks and he was again suspecting the miss-ranking of his mission. While it was easy to be caught, nothing remotely dangerous had happened. Yes the Bogart had been… scary, but not dangerous.
Everything was… too easy. And while that wasn't something to complain about he couldn't help but feel something bad was going to happen soon.
It was Halloween morning. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits. He wasn't quite sure of what Halloween was. Ron had tried to explain to him that it was a holiday that both wizard and muggles celebrated. He gone on further to explain how small children would go out asking for candy in costumes.
"Costumes?"
"Yea, mate. The muggles dress up like devils, witches, wizards, ninja…"
Kakashi nearly choked on the piece of bread he was chewing behind his mask. "N-ninja?" he laughed. It felt strange to be laughing. Still, if sensei had been there he would probably be rolling on the floor by now. He was a greater ninja than Kakashi could ever hope to be, so why not take a few pointers from his book. He'd have to avoid becoming a ramen addict though…
"I guess It is kinda silly when you think about it" replied a grinning Ron, rubbing the back of his neck.
All of the students in third year or above who had turned in their permission slips were allowed to go to Hogsmede as well.
When Kakashi sat down at the table Harry was lamenting to Hermione and Ron that he could not come with them into town. It didn't really matter to Kakashi, who couldn't go if Harry couldn't, and he was getting a little annoyed with the boy's self-pitying attitude.
"If it makes you feel any better I can't go either."
"hnnn" moaned Harry noncommittally. "don't you care at all that you don't get to go?"
"Not particularly. I don't really like joke and candy shops are that anyway."
"Oi, stop trying to act so cool. I mean really, what 13 year-old really doesn't like candy?" Interjected Ron, trying to lighten the mood."
"14." Corrected Kakashi, hand stuffed in his pockets and eye fixed on the ceiling.
"Huh?"
"I'm 14. My birthday was the 15th of September."
"O-oh. How come you didn't tell us?" Hermione asked.
"Dunno. Didn't seem important I guess."
The three just looked at him for a long, uncomfortable moment before going their separate ways.
AN: Sitting around in the commons is fun… For wierdos who are going to complain about this time-skip :P
Kakashi was sitting on an over-stuffed chair in the common room when an owl tapped at the window. When he opened the window the owl swooped around the room until coming to a rest right on top of his head and dropping a note into his hands. He irritably brushed his feathered assailant off his head and pried open the letter.
Kakashi,
I would be delighted if you would join me in my office for tea.
Yours,
Albus Dumbledore
If this was an invitation then Kakashi was not the genius ninja everyone seemed to think he was. He sighed and made his way out of the portrait hole and up to Dumbledore's office.
He was about to knock on the door when a voice called "come in!" from inside. Kakashi rolled his eye. Was that supposed to be impressive? To startle him? He was a ninja after all. Nevertheless he pulled open the wooden door and stepped inside.
"Hello my boy"
I'm not your boy ojii-san (old man) "Hello professor"
Dumbledore chuckled.
"Sit! Sit! Have a lemon drop and a cup of tea. It's this new flavor that I have recently purchased, quite charming really."
Kakashi sat, but he did not move to take the tea nor the lemon drop. He remained silent for a while before asking "…Is there something you want of me professor?"
Dumbledore seemed to be startled out of his thoughts and answered "Wha- oh! No, Kakashi But there is something that I feel it is necessary to tell you in order for you to carry out your mission appropriately."
"Eh?"
Dumbledore set his elbows on top of the desk and interlaced his fingers. "There are two bits of information that may be crucial. The first is that Harry tends to… get himself in trouble. He is a bit of a… rule-breaker."
"…and how does this affect my mission?"
"He will most likely try to sneak out of the castle in order to join his friends in Hogsmede next time."
"And you wish for me to stop him?"
A grin spread across the old wizard's face and his blue eyes sparkled " Not at all, my boy!"
Kakashi blinked "Then what—?"
"I wish for you to go with him and protect him as are your orders. Nothing more. Nothing less."
This man was… really quite a lot like the fourth Hokage. Or at least he was in the way he treated his students. He treated them with respect but at the same time, he knew exactly how to protect them. Kakashi had always resented it when the fourth had treated him like that but maybe he had been right all along.
Kakashi considered him for a moment before asking " … and the second thing?"
The smile on Dumbledore's face turned into a frown and he replied "I am afraid that the reason that you became lost in our forest in the first place was that our magic seems to interfere with your chakra." Upon seeing the stunned look in Kakashi's one eye he continued "But there is no reason to worry, my boy. You will eventually become accustomed to balancing the two, and there is no reason for you to discontinue the mission. According to what Sarutobi-sama has told me about you skills you should be used to it in another few weeks."
"… I see." And that would explain why I've been so off lately. I'm not sure weather I should be relieved or upset.
"Headmaster, the students are back, it's time for the feast." Kakashi looked up at the painting to the right of Dumbledore's head. It was a wizened old witch wearing solemn looking clothes and traditional pointed black witch's cap.
"Ah, thank you Grinda." He nodded at the painting before returning his eyes to Kakashi. "It seems we must both go down to the great hall. Shall we?" He said standing up. Kakashi followed suit and then allowed himself to be led down to the great hall.
The headmaster made his way up to the Staff table and he took his seat next to Hermione.
"Oh, hi Kakashi! These are for you!" He found his plate full of colorful sweets with strange names like "Glomping Giniwishers." He blinked, startled, and looked up at her and a smile crept up to his one visible eye. "Happy belated birthday!"
"Thanks Hermione." He was feeling a lot better now in any case. He knew he wasn't loosing his touch and that seemed to make every thing else a lot more bearable.
The four of them all enjoyed the feast. It had been a long time since he had really enjoyed someone's company, or at least allowed himself to.
He was beginning to understand why the fourth had always told him to lighten-up. Worrying didn't really accomplish anything. And suddenly his eye—no not his, Obito's eye—was itching. He could feel it begin to tear up and excused himself.
It hurt.
That was the only word he could find to describe the feeling it gave him. It filled him with a bitter-sweet taste and it was overpowering. He found himself making his way back up to the common room.
There was someone else in front of the fat lady's frame, when Kakashi finally made it to the top of the stairs. He heard the words the fat lady shouted and forced himself into action. Weakened or not he was still a shinobi. And the words she shouted were just enough to kick him into action.
"It's Black! Come to kill us! Help me! HELP!!!"
Black. Mission. The Village.
He began to run toward the figure as the fat lady's screeches reached his ears. He dodged in front of the picture frame as the man brought the knife down. And, later, Kakashi could have sworn that as he did so he heard the man mutter "sorry 'bout this" but it could have been his imagination. He did know later, however, that he felt bloody stupid –oh god he was even picking up their language—for risking his life for a painting.
He caught the knife in his palm, the point going right through the point where the burn was still healing, and curled his fingers around the blade.
"Leave her alone, Black."
A look of surprise crossed the convict's face. And then… what—an apologetic one?—and he used his larger body weight to force the shinobi's arm back, pinning his hand to the picture frame with the knife.
He braced his good arm against the frame and jumped in order to kick Black in the side. The man toppled over and in the few seconds he was down Kakashi tried to free his other arm. He couldn't free it in time, though and Black scrambled away before he could think of a second plan.
He tried to search out the man's chakra signature, and while he could sense many others all over the castle but the one that belonged to the man who he had just fought was missing.
He needed to concentrate again. Having his senses and chakra messed up was causing him to screw up the entire mission!
The fat lady had fled long ago screeching and wailing loudly. And he wondered if her voice would bring help. His hand was really beginning to throb now. And the eye was still full of that feeling which he struggled to identify.
Pain.
No, not pain…
It was pride.
It was longing.
AN: so what did you think? The number of reviews are going down again.
I really got a lot out of all of the reviews you sent me, and I'd like to know what you think of the set-up in this chapter.
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