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He had awoken the moment the chakra switched from an asleep person to an awake person in the plump kids' bed, the morning light filtering through the hand full of windows about the room. He sat up, blinking and looking around, wondering why he hadn't risen before the sun; what his body was tuned to do no matter what time, or how tired he was, or when he went to sleep the previous night. Maybe it had something to do with the time zone switch. He had never really flipped times zones completely in one go before.

He mechanically went though getting dressed, waking up more with each article he put on. He was just setting his futon over the dresser so it could air out for the day when the rest of the boys had woken up and started to get ready in their own ways.

"Oi," Ron caught his attention first, and he turned to the other boy, looking at the red head with a poker face while he held up his blue comforter with black shuriken along the lining mid-fold in a silent, 'What' response. "You said you'd tell us. About the bed thing, remember?"

He turned back to his folding, "I am unable to sleep on raised beds, so I brought out one of my own. Where I come from you can learn the ability of sealing, which is putting one thing within another by use of chakra—a purer form of magic. I sealed away the bed in the scroll because I had no where else to put it, and unsealed a futon, which is this thing." He said as he set down his blanket on top of the white, cream color giant pillow look alike.

"That's so cool! I'd love to be able to seal my room into something and carry it around." The kid on the other side of the black one, second from the wall, got a slightly greedy look to his face as he thought of the possibilities, his shirt halfway on. "I could seal a whole bunch of food into something and just snack off it without anyone being the wiser! You gotta teach me how to do that."

"That is impossible." Itachi replied evenly as he moved his trunk against the wall, next to the nightstand so when he slept at night, he would place his futon right in front of it. Opening the lid, he retrieved a few things.

"Why not?"

"Because you are not ninja." He said simply, sitting on the ground with a piece of paper and a quill, carefully writing out a letter to the house elves he knew were responsible for the bed, having been told about them by Dumbledore in the lengthy discussion they had after he accepted the mission.

"What's that have to do with anything? You're a human; I'm a human, so it should work, right?"

"Can 'muggles' do your magic?" He said, glancing over finally, away from his note. "They can't, because they do not have the ability." He went back to writing. "I have been trained as a ninja my whole life. Your chakra coils have to be harvested when you are young, or they will go to rack and ruin if you even have the capability to begin with. You all are dependant on your twigs to control magic through, a sort of extended chakra from what I can deduct from them, but that is altered, and it cannot be used in sealing, or other ninja art. Even if you still had the chance to learn how to use your own energies at this age, the training would require you to drop everything else and just train."

"You mean like learn how to do a single spell? Why would one thing force us to drop everything else?" Harry spoke up, putting on one of the ugliest socks Itachi ever saw.

"Because learning how to do a jutsu—not a spell—is less then half of the requirement to be able to do it. Chakra is the energy created from your spiritual energy and your physical energy combined." He finished off his letter, leaving it to dry as he put away his quill and ink. "The better worked your physical and spiritual energies are, the more jutsu you can do with better results."

"So... You have to be really buff and religious to do a just-two?" Ron asked, fiddling with his bag.

"Jutsu." Itachi corrected absently, neatly folding the dried letter and placing it right where the Four Poster bed once was. "And no. But you have to be very fit, and from what I can tell, none of you are." He got a scowl directed from every boy in the room, but he was slightly amused to see them look over themselves almost secretly. "And now for a few questions of my own. Who are you all?"

"What, oh, right, sorry. Well, you've already met me and Harry, so this is Dean Thomas," The black kid waved, not looking up from where he was packing his bag, "Seamus Finnigan," The boy who asked about the sealing smirked, flexing his arms pathetically. "And that guy over there is Neville Longbottom." The rounder boy ducked his head shyly, suddenly very interested in his shoes.

"What classes do we have and what am I to bring?"

"I dunno; they'll give us the schedules later. Just bring a quill or two and a few rolls of parchment and your wand, you should be good—we'll stop up here quickly before class and get the books we need for the day. We don't have more then four classes a day."

"Our class schedule alters?"

"It didn't where you came from?" Harry countered question and Itachi glanced over, before returning to searching his trunk for a bag.

"No it doesn't. We had the same courses every day, only they..." He thought for the word, "Changed, I guess, over the years to suit us. One month we were taught henge, the next something else, and so on until we graduated, occasionally practicing a skill we learned previous."

"Oh, ok. Weird. Anyway, what happens here is that our times don't change, if you don't count astronomy, just the classes. We have a two morning classes after breakfast starting at nine with a small break between each—we need that break to be able to get to the next class, the castle's huge—and then we get lunch. An hour later, at one, we go to another class, and then break for tea time, when we can go anywhere that's not forbidden until dinner two hours later after another class. We go to dinner in the Great Hall—the place we were at last night—and then we get the rest of the time off in the Gryffindor common room downstairs for homework or just goofing off." Ron said, putting his bag over his shoulder.

"Very well." Itachi said, finishing packing his bag and then put a piece of white paper with black, almost illegible writing on the closed trunk.

"What's that sticker-thing for?"

"Security." Itachi rubbed the explosive note to the seem, so anyone who didn't remove it properly would be blown up. It was a greater risk (for his mission and the well being of the finder) for his things to be found then someone potentially being severely injured from the blast.

"Right," He said, looking doubtful but otherwise uncaring.

They made their way down to the Great hall, thankfully avoiding all other students. But that was not to stop the group from suddenly being mauled by at least fifty others from various houses as soon as they stepped into the hall.

Itachi suppressed a frown as he was bombarded by questions regarding the henge and various other things to see what else he could do. But then two thick arms came to rest on his shoulders and helped him escape the mass just as he was thinking of performing the Kawarimi to escape. Glancing to the sides, he saw identical twins with the same hair color as Ron grin at him as they loudly proclaimed that it was so good to see him, old boy, and his seat was over here, and scram you little annoying buggers, this isn't your house and there's no room.

So he was sat between them on the opposite side of Team Six—Itachi named them that at their likeness to a three man cell, himself fitting into the role of the jounin instructor to keep the naive little genin out of trouble—with no more prying question directed to him... From other people.

"Sorry, Fred, George, you can't physically do it." Ron said snidely as Itachi ate some pasty, rice-like substance called oatmeal. "We already asked, and he said you had to train your whole life to do it."

Hermione seemed to deflate at that as well, but then was distracted as she got into a slight argument over her schedule with Ron as they were all handed them by the twins and he peaked over at hers.

"Something happen, Harry?" Itachi said after a small while, eyeing the way the other dark haired boy seem to be abnormally absorbed into his food.

Instead of replying, he pointed with his chin over to a boy at the opposite table, the one with the green and silver—who looked remarkably like an extremely sickly Yamanaka—and pretending to swoon and faint, to the uproarious amusement to those around him.

"That little git," The one on his left said simply, "He wasn't so cocky last night when the Dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Fred?" Ah, this has to be George then.

"Nearly wet himself," The right one, Fred, agreed.

They got into a small discussion of the affects the Dementors gave off, which Itachi stayed out of, until, "You fainted?" He asked, more interested then concerned.

Harry looked away while Itachi got a sharp little elbow-jab from George, "That is not why I asked." He gave a glare to the offender, before turning back. "From what I could tell from my and my compartment's reactions to the creature is that it tries to make you miserable using your own negative experiences. You are probably just either more emotionally open then most, or have a very horrifying past." 'Both of which would cause hassle for me.' He took a sip of his Pumpkin juice, catching the way Harry shifted nervously and glanced to his friends. He sighed, having his suspicions confirmed. Dammit.

"Don't you know?" Ron said, looking blankly at Itachi.

He nearly blinked at the random question, looking up from his questionable breakfast. "Know what?"

"About Harry?"

He furrowed his eyebrows to show he was confused, though his voice didn't change. "But I just met him."

Before Ron could speak again, Harry jabbed his elbow into Ron's side. "Just drop it. If he doesn't know, so what? That's one less person to gawk at me."

Itachi continued to look confused, even though he knew very well what they were talking about now. Best keep up pretenses.

"Anyway," On of the twins said, drawing away the conversation and letting Itachi go back to his food, "don't worry, Harry; just wait until the first Quidditch match, against Slytherin. Then let's see whose laughing." Fred winked over at Harry who visibly looked relieved, and turned back to his food.

"Come on, our first class today is Divination, and it'll take us ten minutes to get to the south tower as it is." They hurriedly finished their meal, said a passing greeting to the large man Hagrid as he entered the hall and told them they were in his first lesson, swinging a strange animal from his hand.

"Wonder what he's been getting ready?" Ron muttered, looking nervous. Itachi glanced back at the man, seeing him to not look the type to put children into dangerous situations. Hm, maybe he just had another sense of danger then most people.

"Come on, we have to go. Follow us, Itachi, or you might get lost..."

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"There's—got—to—be—a—short—cut," Ron said through gasping breaths as Itachi followed, completely unaffected by their travel despite this being the seventh long staircase they had been up. This didn't go unnoticed by any of Team Six, and Itachi received a few jealous, scowling glances because of it.

The red head and brunette bickered slightly amongst themselves for a while, trying to decide which way they should go, until Harry seemed to offend one of the many moving paintings. The little dude wearing estranged armor (Itachi wondered where he could find a hungry dragon, and if he could introduce the two) that looked to only hinder him changed attitudes instantly when he learned they were lost.

Soon they were running after the sound of clanking metal, occasionally catching glances of the knight as he passed through another painting. Itachi enjoyed the light run, having not had his morning routine for the last few days. The other kids around him panted pathetically, looking like they were about to faint or throw up when they finally stopped up a narrow, twisting flight of stairs.

"Farewell!" The little man said happily, ignoring the ominous monk behind him. "Farewell, my comrades-in-arms! If ever you have need of noble heart and steely sinew, call upon Sir Cadogan!"

"Yeah, we'll call you, if we ever need someone mental." Ron grumbled Itachi's thoughts as the knight disappeared.

"How come you're not winded?" Harry asked through pants, clutching at his heaving chest. "We must have run up and down the entire castle."

"As I said before, you must be fit for jutsu to work." He murmured, looking above him to where the sound of voices alerted the whereabouts of the divination class. He finished walking up the stares, to where a tiny landing was. A trapdoor was on the ceiling, showing where the classroom was, as there were no other doors.

"'Sibyll Trelawney, Divination teacher.' How're we supposed to get up there?" Itachi wisely stepped back as those words made the magic in the air change ever so slightly, causing the door to open and a step ladder appear, landing where he once stood and shocking the others into silence. Itachi looked at them impassively before easily stepping up into the room first, secretly so he could scout the area for dangers as he had done subtly since finding out who his charge was.

The new room was hot and sticky, assaulting Itachi's sensitive nose. He was suddenly glad he was not Kakashi-sempai or an Inuzuka, because the horrid smell of the place surely would have been excruciating for them. He observed exactly twenty two small tables shoved closely together with tattered armchairs and plush, padded stools. There were many bookshelves with strange, dusty items on them, making the room seemed smaller then it was already. The area was dimly lit, the few lamps covered with red cloths, so there were many hiding spots, but his eyes flashed a brief red as he scanned them to find all empty of threats, but exposed a weird looking woman with an even weirder smile waiting in the shadow cast by the fireplace where a kettle was heating. Lanky and frail looking, she had enormous glittering glasses, making her eyes seem far larger then they were, and she was adorned in a normal teacher's robe, but also had a oddly colored shawl and lots of dangly jewelry around her neck and wrists, indicating she had never fought before in her life, for no one who had would wear such things and give their enemy an advantage.

Team Six slowly appeared behind him, observing the room as well. "Where is she?" Ron asked, looking about at the other kids but no teacher.

Itachi sighed as the voice melodramatically came as she appeared, apparently not the only one unimpressed by the performance. Hermione had a small frown on her face, with her arms crossed so Itachi took his stand next to her, instead of the awestricken boys. They moved to sit at the same round table, Itachi snagging an unused seat from another, twisting in his seat so he could observe the teacher as well as listening to her speech.

"My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye." She adjusted her shawl, slightly miffed no one responded any which way but hiding it well. "So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you... Books can take you only so far in this field..." Movement caused him to glance back at the table, to see the boys smugly grinning at the girl, who looked stricken at the thought of helpless books.

The teacher finished her introduction and began to walk around the class, predicting various things to the horror of the students she addressed as she explained what they were going to do through the year. How on earth would tea-leaves predict anything? Itachi found his dislike for the class and teacher growing with each word uttered past her lips. "Now, I want you all to divide into pairs. Collect a teacup from the shelf, come to me, and I will fill it. Then sit down and drink, drink until only the dregs remain. Swill these around the cup three times with the left hand, then turn the cup upside down on its saucer, wait for the last of the tea to drain away, then give your cup to your partner to read. You will interpret the patterns using pages five and six of Unfogging the Future. I shall move among you, helping and instructing. Oh, and dear," She caught Neville by the arm as he made to stand up, "After you've broken your first cup, would you be so kind as to select one of the blue patterned ones? I'm rather attached to the pink." Itachi was slightly unnerved because the prediction came true, but he knew that the power of suggestion was far greater then most people realize. Simply because she said it, the nervous boy who shared his dorm—already likely to break one—would have undoubtedly dropped his cup.

Sitting back at the table, he turned to Hermione, who seemed to catch onto his dislike for the class and partnered with him because of it. He ignored how hot the tea was and quickly drank it, waiting for the girl to finish blowing on hers to cool it off and drink it before they exchanged cups after swilling the dregs. He looked into her cup at the soggy brown mess, keen eyes picking up the shapes. "There is the bird—you will never achieve your current goals—then there is also a spot that looks similar to a spider, which means self inflicted stress will get the better of you." He said simply, setting down the cup.

"Happy. It seems Divination is only used to tell you of bad things." She muttered sullenly. "Ok, there's some weird blob over here that looks kinda like a foot—you will be forced to abandon your plans—and another that looks like a tin can—erm, you're going to be betrayed in the near future. Ugh! That just proves my point! Bunch of hogwash," She shook her head in disgust, wrinkling her nose, before setting down the cup with huff. "As if tea can tell anything about the future."

"You need your inner eye tested, if you ask me." Ron just said to Harry, and Hermione joined in the snickering.

Itachi idly flipped through the book to pass the time, not bothering activating his sharingan for a picture-perfect memory of it because the teacher said it wouldn't help much anyway, and he wasn't particularly inclined. Who cares if he knew what was going to happen? It wasn't like he could change it. And besides, then life would be boring...

The Professor came over after Ron saw a sheep in Harry's tea. She snatched it up and seemingly found a club, a Falcon—Hermione got fed up and snipped at the obvious reading, saying everyone knew of 'You-know-Who'—and a skull. He watched her with everyone else, idly predicting himself, another horrible sign for Harry. Of course, there was, and she stumbled into a chair after screaming. "My dear boy—my poor dear boy—no—it is kinder not to say—no—don't ask me..." Her eyes were closed, unseeing that the rest of the class had gathered around her and were trying to look over her shoulder to see.

"What is it, Professor?" Dean asked immediately, playing right into her carefully laid plan. Itachi picked up his glass again, swirling the few drops of remaining liquid that had dripped down off the sides.

"My dear," Her bug-like eyes opened on cue, "You have the Grim."

"The what?" Harry asked, voicing Itachi's thoughts. The two dark skinned kids, and one of the white, also had no idea, but the rest reacted with horror.

"The Grim, my dear, the Grim!" She cried, looking slightly irritated that he wasn't terrified, but covering it with fake shock instead. "The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen—the worst omen—of death!" Combined with the rest of the predictions in the cup, it looks like Harry should be picking out a burial spot.

"Not if I have any say in the matter." Itachi muttered in his own language, wanting to say something but not to blow his cover. He zoned out, still twirling his cup, as he ignored the rest of the exchange. He then, with the rest of the class, packed away his things when they were dismissed, and hopped down the trap door, not bothering with the steps when it was his turn. Team Six was silent on the trip, and Itachi wasn't going to break it. And while getting lost again was irritating, it did help him learn the layout of the castle easier. They barely made it on time to their next class, despite being released early, and Itachi was a little annoyed at sitting in the very back where he had the worst view of the teacher. But from the way the rest of the class glanced at Harry, he really couldn't blame the boy. After all, he wasn't a ninja, who was expected to not care.

Itachi listened intently as Professor McGonagall talked about Animagi, which was different to his Henge. Henge was an illusion, and you could turn into anything. An Animagi was a person who could turn fully into a singular creature at will, anywhere, anytime. He activated his Sharingan—squinting his eyes so they didn't show fully—and watched fascinated as she transformed into a cat with spectacle markings around her eyes and back into a human. He was most pleased that his sharingan copied the ability, but he knew he would have to practice it to be able to do it, from her explanation. He applauded her performance, genuinely impressed, but his steady clapping echoed alone through the room.

"Really, what has got into you all today?" She said as he stopped. "Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got a full applause from a class—but thank you, Uchiha."

Hermione raised her hand hesitantly, after no one else spoke. "Please, Professor, we've just had our first Divination class, and we were reading the tea leaves, and—"

"Ah, of course," She replied, a frown on her face. "There is no need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?"

Quiet filled the room, broken only by Itachi who was scratching down notes without a care to what was going on around him. "Me," Harry said in a defeated voice.

"I see," Her voice was even, and her beady little eyes zeroed in on the boy. "Then you should know, Potter, that Sibyll Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them have died yet. Seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting a new class. If it were not for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues—" Her lips pursed, and he knew she wished to, nostrils flaring before she continued. "Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers are very rare, and Professor Trelawney... You look in excellent health to me, Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in." She gave a forced smile and Hermione laughed, being the only one who got the joke and cared.

They finished the class with more notes, and the tense air in the room seemed to drain away as time wore on. Soon they joined the crowd of people as they made their way to lunch. Itachi was happy with the second class he'd been to so far, and he ran through the process of turning into a cat in his mind. He wondered, what would he look like as a feline? The process of being surrounded and bombarded questions happened again, but this time he clamped a hand onto Ron's shoulder and used him as a kind of cleaver to force him through the crowd until he made it to the relative safety of the table.

He listened to the discussion of when Harry saw a very large black dog when he left whoever the Dursleys were as he tried some of the new dishes he hadn't seen before, as well as a few from the previous night he could tolerate. Hermione and Ron argued over it quite heatedly, and Itachi tended to side with her, not that he joined in on the discussion. She finally had enough and slammed her big book down, jostling his food. He used his chopsticks and caught the stray carrot bit that was flying towards his face, and then calmly eating it. "If being good at Divination means I have to pretend to see death omens in a lump of tea leaves, I'm not sure I'll be studying it much longer! That lesson was absolute rubbish compared with my Arithmancy class!" She shouted, grabbing up her things and stalking away.

"What is she talking about?" Ron scowled after her, "She hasn't been to an Arithmancy class yet."

But Itachi had felt the large pulse of magic when they had neared the Transformation classroom, and had looked around and saw trails of magic and no Hermione with his automatically activated Sharingan. He had caught her dashing towards them as he trailed behind Ron and Harry, coming from the opposite side she had been on. So he knew there was some sort of wizard devise that had done something so she could make the class situated at the same time as their first, but he wasn't particularly inspired to find out more about it. She had half lied that morning, so he knew McGonagall knew about it—probably gave her it—and it was safe. Like many other wizard things, he'd rather not get involved with it if he could help it.

He didn't say anything, respecting her will to keep it hidden, and chewed his carrot in silence.

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