He's falling. And he's falling fast. Too fast. They won't be able to catch him in time.

Wait... There are two people falling now! No. Not falling. One's falling. The other one is... flying? But it's not exactly flight. It's like a slow fall and a jump combined into one. He's falling, but it is somehow... controlled. It can't be natural. Something is wrong here. But Harry— he's falling! Even if there is something wrong, something strange, about the white-haired boy's fall, there's no time to think about it. And they're both falling now. Both. Falling. Falling fast. Too fast.

Too fast to stop in time.

Now they're falling in tandem.

And the lean arms of the white-haired boy curl their way around Harry's chest.

And now they twist together in the air so that the one with white hair is the one with his back facing the ground.

It's only then that Hermione realizes what Kakashi is going to do. By then it's too late to stop either of them.

And Kakashi's back is the one to crash into the ground with a sickening, cracking sound. It's Kakashi who then has the weight of the bigger boy fall on him, knocking the wind out of him, and probably cracking some ribs.

And only then does sound flood back. It seems strange though, because the only sounds to be heard are screams.

Break for dramatic purposes. Or because I'm too lazy and amateurish to figure out what exactly I want to without sounding like a sadistic fangirl… WHICH I AM NOT! kbai

"Why did he do that? I mean, I'm not complainin', 'cause he probably saved Harry's life, but… I don't understand why."

"I know what you mean…"

Harry could hear lowered voices speaking near him, but he felt too sore to open his eyes and find out what was going on.

"But, jeez, that was the scariest thing I've ever seen."

The scariest thing…

An image of the dementors flashed through his mind.

His eyes shot open and he found himself in the hospital wing surrounded by his Quidditch team, who were all still spattered with mud from the game.

"How are you feeling?" inquired Fred, his face pale beneath his usual assembly of freckles.

It was only then that Harry remembered everything that had happened. The Snitch, the Grim, the dementors and then… a white dog. But where had he seen that?

"What happened?"

"You fell what must have been fifty feet, Harry! We all thought you were a goner!"

"We lost… the game…"

"Cheer up, Harry," encouraged George. "You're the best seeker we've ever had! We're just glad you're alive, mate! We'll come and see you later." With that the team trooped out.

There was silence in the room for a moment before Hermione spoke. "I've never seen Professor Dumbledore so angry."

"Angry?"

"Yeah, mate, it was weird. He was really upset about the dementors being on the grounds, but—"
"They wouldn't leave!" interrupted Hermione. "He couldn't get through to you. It was like they were in a trance or something. They didn't even notice him!"

"So how—how is it that I'm okay then?"

Hermione and Ron looked uneasy.

"What? It's not some freakish new ability like parseltongue is it?"

"No, Harry, it's… it was Kakashi."

"Kakashi?"

"Yeah that's the strangest thing. I guess he was reacting to the dementors too. But it was weird. He just kind of jumped off of the stands, caught you, and…"

Harry was shocked. Why would this boy he hardly knew anything about save his life?

"So… where is he?"

"Still asleep. He hit the ground before you and I guess he kinda… cushioned your fall." Hermione said looking everywhere but his face. He noticed she was fidgeting. Noticing his glance she averted her gaze still more, and motioned towards the bed to his right. "He was in pretty bad shape. He's okay now. At least that's what Madame Pomfrey said."

He looked over to the concurrent bed. He could just see white hair through the crack in the curtains around it, but nothing else.

Silence dominated again.

"…Did anyone grab my Nimbus?" he asked finally.

"When you fell off it got blown away, and… it flew right into the Whomping Willow."

Harry groaned, "Of course!"

Time Skip: Why? Because time is relative. That's !#ing why! :P

It was only a few minutes after Hermione and Ron had left that Harry heard movement in the next bed over.

Then a much too frail voice echoed throughout the room.

"Iie…. Iie, Rin… iie." (1)

"K-Kakashi?"

"Iie!" The voice rose in volume and Harry realized the boy must be talking in his dreams. More specifically a nightmare.

He slipped out of bed and walked over to Kakashi's bed. After a moments hesitation he drew back the curtain.

He shook the young shinobi by the shoulders. Kakashi sat up so quickly Harry fell backwards. He was screaming something that Harry couldn't understand.

"Kakashi!" Harry yelled, standing up. "It's me! Harry" He stopped screaming. He was gripping the blankets tightly and his breathing was slightly labored. His eyes, which had snapped open the moment he awoke, were still wide. Eyes. Two eyes.

"Kakashi your… your eye!"

It was red. Not as in having bloodshot eyes, but the iris itself was a horrifying, blood red. Three identical shapes spun lazily around his pupil.

"W-what is it?!"

Kakashi snapped the eye shut.

Harry couldn't be sure but he thought hear the other boy sob from behind his hands, which were now covering his face.

"A gift." There was a pause and then he repeated,

"A gift… that I don't deserve."

Kakashi POV:

Kakashi had never been one to believe in any deity, but when Madame Pomfrey walked into the room right before Harry could ask him anymore questions about his Sharingan, he was pretty sure he thanked every god he had ever heard of, including a rather minor deity for lost socks.

"Mr. Potter! You should not be out of bed yet! And leave Mr. Hatake be, he needs his rest."

Harry gave him one last look before scrambling over to his bed. Madame Pomfrey strolled over to Kakashi and handed him a small flask.

"Drink up, dear. You'll be fine in no time, but that will cut down on soreness."

He took it cautiously and surreptitiously sniffed. No poison. He downed it in a single gulp.

"Now get some rest. Professor Dumbledore wants you and Harry out of here by Monday."

Kakashi gladly sunk back down into his pillow and closed his eyes. It was only then that he began to piece together just what had happened and why he had woken up in the hospital wing.

Screaming again. Rin was screaming. Obito was dying. All of it was happening all over again.

Harry, he had looked so much like Obito and it just wasn't fair.

Obito is going to die all over again.

He was going to die all over again, and the least Kakashi could do was repay him for saving his life.

He leaped off of the stands and caught Obito.

Except it wasn't Obito… and nothing was ever going to make up for not saving Rin in time. For letting Obito get killed. For leaving his teammates behind. For letting his sensei sacrifice himself. For letting his father and Obito down.

He felt a dull shock as his body hit the ground, but by then his mind was already descending into dreams—nightmares—of his past.

All of this… because of the dementors.

'What are they, and why do they do this to me?'

He glanced over at Harry's bed. 'Eventually,' he thought, 'I'm going to have to tell them something'

But he felt too tired to come up with something suitable at the moment. So he allowed himself to slip back into sleep.

Timeskip. Why? Because otherwise Itachi will be forced to pluck out your eyeballs

Madame Pomfrey let the two boys out of the hospital wing at the end of the weekend. She did a final check up on Harry and sent him off. He was clearly in a rush to get out of there. Not that Kakashi differed on that point. He could easily have taken care of himself. And the only thing the hospital was really doing for him was giving him a perpetual headache due to the smells of antiseptic and various potions.

Ron and Hermione had come to pick up Harry on their way to dinner. But when the other two made their way to the door, Hermione hesitated and called after them, "I'll wait for Kakashi. We'll catch up in a minute."

Madame Pomfrey finished the check up and handed Kakashi his uniform. He pulled the robe on and stood up.

"Ah. Thanks for waiting for me." He said when he noticed Hermione standing by the door.

She nodded and opened the door.

They made their way down towards the great hall. After a while Hermione spoke. "I found out something interesting when I was working on that essay that Professor Snape assigned on werewolves."

'Wow, Hermione. Do tell, Hermione. I don't give a damn, Hermione,' was what Kakashi thought, the only sound that came out of his mouth though was a noncommittal "Hn?"

"I thought you would be interested, because the book talked about a myth about the white werewolf's fang. That's in your wand, right?"

"That's right…" Kakashi said. 'I really don't want to hear about how some poor creature got it's tooth ripped out so it could be used in my wand."

"Apparently, the thing it came from wasn't actually a werewolf, and it wasn't actually a tooth! It's a blade. Like the blade of a sword, or something."

Kakashi glanced sharply at her. 'A sword. A werewolf's fang.'

"It has magical properties. A man left it here when he visited from his country. He was from somewhere in Japan too. Isn't that interesting?"

"Did… did it give the man's name?"

"It didn't. I was disappointed about that too. All it gave was title."

"And that was…?"

"They called him 'The White Fang.'"

AN: Hey guys! I know it's been a while. I'm sorry! I've been really busy! Thanks for all of your input. Keep it up! It really helped me flush out my writing.

I hope you all now have an idea of where I'm going with this.

A special thanks goes to my new beta reader: MelodicLilacs

(1) iie: basically means "no"