Finding Magic

Disclaimer:

I don't own Naruto or Harry Potter.

Summary:

Team Gai, while on routine boarder patrol run into a war hardened Harry Potter. In which Lee finds a new sensei, many a tongue lashing, and Gai finds some one who tells him to use his inside voice. N/HP crossover Yaoi

Warnings:

Yaoi, if you have a problem leave. I will laugh at any badly written flames and point than out to every one so they can see just how stupid you sound.

Pairings:

Gai/Harry. I'm a strong believer that Gai needs more love. Plus I've never seen one like this before. Others to be deiced.

Notes:

This takes place about two months before Naruto returns and is AU for book 6 &7 of Harry Potter.

"English"

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Chapter Eight

As a rule with almost every branch of law enforcement, Harry knew some basic interrogation tactics; and now under Morino Ibiki's glare he felt an uncanny impulse to spill his guts. When he had passed out in Tsunade's office this was something he expected, just not right after waking up. He was almost cursing himself for sealing Lee's imprint, then he remembered how annoying having a voice in your head was.

Still slightly groggy Harry felt his mind drifting back to the sealing. Maito Gai was a confusing man. He had expected more of a fight from the hard headed man, but after his little break down Gai had followed his instruction to the letter.

Flashback

"Tell me what I have to do!"

Harry started, he really didn't think Gai would help. Relief washing over him Harry murmured a quiet, "Follow me." before stepping out of the stilled memory of a Hogwarts hallway.

Harry could feel Gai's shocked silence more them he could hear it. Before them was Lee's imprint, a tangled mass of gently flickering memories weaved in with Harry's natural magic that was trying to contain it. Every now and then a small wisp would escape, drifting off to mix with his own memories. "This Maito-san is Lee's life, from his favorite food to his darkest secret. In fact this imprint is the only reason I can talk to you in your own language."

Gai shock had faded, now he was listening intently so he could report back to his superiors but mostly because of his own curiosity. "The white is my natural magic, but the other colors are Lee's unconscious thoughts and actions." At Gai's glance of confusion Harry elaborated. "Basically it's speech, customs, and learned responses; like taijutsu."

Looking closely Gai could just make out the faint colors that seemed to leak form the imprint. They moved freely, guided by the web of magic holding every thing else in. "I have to warn you now that there is only a five percent chance that those will be sealed with the rest of the imprint. Which really is a double edged sword."

"Tell me Potter-san, how is having my Adorable Students unconscious thoughts in your head fair to my student." Gai's voice was neutral, except for the edge of restraint laced through it.

"It isn't Maito-san, but there is little I can do about it. However you might be pleased to know that I can't use any of it consciously if it doesn't have something it can attach itself too. Since I don't practice taijutsu, I will gain no knowledge of that branch of combat. At most it will make itself known as a reflex, not something I would have control over. It's opposite with language, if I end up fluent we're going to have to wait and see." Gai nodded but a small frown refused to leave his face.

"What I need you to do is simple. Lee is familiar with you, so the imprint will to drawn to your presence. In fact it is already helping." Harry said while looking towards Gai's feet. Gai looked down and watched as the wisps he saw escaping earlier drifted lazily around his shins. "To make this go quicker, I need you to project yourself, or chakra I suppose, doing so will make your presence stronger." Harry paused, "Meditating would likely work best."

Gai nodded and Harry watched as he settled himself on the non-existent ground, hands folded loosely in his lap. The gentle blue of Gai's chakra cast eerie shadows across Gai's face, which was drawn together in concentration.

The drifting pieces of the imprint drifted slowly, uncertainly towards Gai, drawn by his chakra. Circling around him gaining confidence and speed, and Harry watched as more and more found there way to Gai until he could only see glimpses of the man. When no more came Harry started to cast his magic, thin white ropes of it rose from around him netting before moving to do as directed.

The net of magic slammed through Gai, taking the imprint and more to the contained mass. Gai only felt the small tug on his chakra, and he opened his eyes and watched as a light blue, tightly woven net, wrapped itself around this student's imprint. The net completely surrounded it, compressing it until all it looked like was a light blue, glowing ball.

Harry felt all of this energy draining rapidly, and now with the sealing finished he released his hold on Gai as the world outside of his head came rushing back.

End Flashback

When Harry came back from his little trip down memory lane it was to find a glaring Ibiki, and he was strapped down to a chair. 'Damn it I really need to pay more attention, I'm surprised I'm not dead yet.' Harry thought, frowning to himself.

"Potter Harry, do you now why you are here?" Ibiki said in a low menacing tone that always seemed to work wonders for him in his line of work.

"Yes I…" Harry stopped, not really expecting to be speaking English. Concentrating and hoping it would work Harry tried again. "Yes, I believe some questions need to be addressed." Each word Harry spoke was said carefully, the language left from Lee's imprint rising slowly to the front of his mind. "I have no intention to leave until I have explained what I can of what happened. So if you could…" Harry left off, inviting Ibiki to start asking questions.

"Five days ago, approximately two miles from Konoha, Team Gai confronted you; during which you claimed to have entered and stolen memories from the Chunnin Rock Lee mind using an unknown jutsu." Ibiki voice was stern, a no nonsense tone that would have had others shacking in their boots. "What was the jutsu you used."

"I don't use jutsu, and what was used in the forest was a branch of mind magic…" Ibiki snorted, disbelief shown clear on his face. If you knew how to spot it of course, to the untrained eye nothing would have changed on his scarred face. Harry really wished he could take the easy way out and just look into Ibiki's mind, but that would only make them trust him less.

"Three days ago you used another unknown jutsu to escape your hospital room-"

"No matter what I say your not going to believe me," Harry interrupted. "So just tell me what I need to do to have you believe me." Ibiki's face hardened at this and a tense silence set in. Harry fidgeted, feeling like he was a teen again and was caught wondering around after dark. The silence was so tense that Harry jumped, as much as he could in restraints, when Ibiki suddenly stood and left the room.

'Well that went well.' Harry thought bitterly to himself. Now left by himself, he looked more carefully around the room. It looked the standard interrogation room, except for the fun toys hung on the wall. Harry supposed that they would look more scary if they weren't dulled be a fine layer of dust.

Harry's musings were cut short when the door slammed open and a women wearing one of the most revealing outfits he had ever seem came bouncing in. He only noticed the box she brought with her when she set it on the table in front of him with a flourish, her purple ponytail bobbed slightly as she bent forward; hands on the table so her arms pushed her breast together.

"Hello Harry-chan, I'm Anko and I'm sure we're going to have a lot of fun."

Harry was sure he didn't want to know what Anko considered fun, the sadistic smirk had nothing to do with it either. Harry knew this tactic, distract him with cleavage and hope he gave something up. To bad for them the only thing Harry felt was embarrassment for this woman's lack of modestly.

Tapping the top of the box with her knuckle she said, "This box here Harry-chan, has some rather interesting things found on your person." Harry started, there were some things in there that if not handled correctly could end up having some unpleasant side effects.

Harry watched as Anko, with an over excited smile, lifted to lid from the box, reached in and pulled out a charred, melted piece of metal. "Tell me, Harry-chan, what the hell is this suppose to be." Confused Harry looked at the poor looking thing in her hand, then realizing with some sadness, that it was his Auror badge. Or what was left of it.

"That, Anko-san, is the reason I'm here in the first place." The look of confusion on Anko's face was almost priceless. It was gone quickly, and with her eyes closing with a delighted smile she said:

"I think your lying." Her smile turned sadistic. "I don't like it when people lie to me."

Harry sighed, "I'm not lying to you Anko-san, that is what used to be my Auror badge. Which also doubled as a portkey and communication device."

"What the hell is a poor key." Harry was sure she didn't mean to say that aloud, but answered her any way.

"A portkey is a means of transportation of the magical world used to travel long distances almost instantly." Anko looked at him with such disbelief he was surprised it wasn't contagious. None the less she set the hunk of metal on the table and reached into the box, only this time she pulled out his wand. Harry felt a possessive instinct swell up in his gut, no one else should be holding his wand.

Sure he could do wandless magic, but it was tiring and worked mostly with instinct. Plus no self-respecting witch or wizard went anywhere without their wand. Needless to say Harry refused to take his eyes off it. Unfortunately Anko picked up on this and her teasing nature came into play.

"Does Harry-chan want his little stick back."

"That Anko-san, is my wand, and yes I would very much like it back." Harry snapped. Anko seeing a chance to play with the tied up man held the wand as if to snap it.

"Well if it's-" Anko didn't have a chance to finish. Harry using a small dose of magic snapped his bonds and lunged across the table hand grasping for his wand. Anko jumped back just in time. "Now now Harry-chan, no need to get angry." She said in a teasing voice while twirling the wand in her hand.

Thinking quickly Harry reached into the box and felt around until his hands made contact with a small vial. The vial was a relatively new defense for Auror's, used mostly when they were disarmed. Inside of it was two potions separated by a thin plate of glass, when mixed it created a mist that could do anything from putting some one to sleep or immobilize them; depending on what the potions were. Because of how fragile the vial had the be there was unbreakable charms on all of them anchored to a drop of wax on the side of it.

Using his thumb, Harry removed the wax and throw the vial straight at Anko, who moved a little to the left causing it to hit the wall behind her. She only had time to smirk, a taunt on the tip of her tongue, before the potion hit and she fell to the floor.

Harry knowing he wouldn't have much time before others came storming into the room, summoned his wand. With a few flicks of his wrist had the door locked and the room cleared of any potion that might be left. Not wanting to leave any lose ends, Harry took a quick look at Anko, and was relived that it was a potion that made her sleep and using magic had her bound and sitting in the chair he was previously tied too.

Knowing she would wake up in an hour Harry sat in the only other chair in the room, deciding to go through his box of stuff. In an hours time he was going to explain every thing to her knowing her superiors would be listening in. Hopefully he could start fixing the mess he had made before anything else could distract him.

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A/N: I did it, I doubled my chapter length. It wasn't easy and maybe if I can continue with this for a few more chapters I'll double it again. Right now though I would like to thank my beta for proof reading the first half (it would be the full chapter but I'm impatient to post). So every one give around of applause to Lady Avarice. Happy Reading.