Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto, I know it's sad...

Warning: Yaoi, swearing, violence, and other stuff.

Oh would you look at that, this chapter is really long over 3000 words, the longest chapter written yet in this fic! Actually most of my chapters from all the fic's I'm writing are getting longer; well at lest it keep you guys happy. Anyway another depressing chapter, I should really stop writing all this depressing stuff all of my stories are going down the angsty rout, I want to write at least one were its nothing but sunshine and happiness.

Either way many questions have been asked and I shall answer them now!

About parings: SasuNaru, DMHP (Harry will be uke), GaaNej/ NejiGaa, HermRon, SiruRem

About my spelling mistakes: Stop badgering me about it! English is not my first language, it my third, I can speak German and Malyalem (south Indian language), so I their will be many grammatical errors. But I do have an amazing beta reader 'ilovenaruto2007' who fixes them. So stop PM'ing me about them!

About Gaara's eyebrows: LEE STOLE THEM!

About Sakura bashing: Yes People may join in.

About why Naruto is in a Coma: Avada Kedavra is a killing curse, but Naruto is general can't die because of Kyuubi. So I think that maybe his conscious mind would possibly shut down, and Kyuubi is his subconscious which took over. And after 16 year of being stuck in the same body could do that.

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Chapter 12: Skin deep

Harry sat down at his desk waiting for the lesson to start; Hermione and Ron sat beside each other while Harry, himself took a window seat. He wanted to gaze out into the sky; his mind was still clouded with the events that transpired at breakfast. Other students started filtering in; all whispering about the same thing, the news of the injured guard had spread quickly, and now that was the main topic of conversation. Some were even staring at him, as if he would suddenly burst into flames or something.

Harry tuned it all out and opened his bag to retrieve his books and quill; he reached into his pocket and retrieved his wand and placed it on the desk with his other equipment. At that moment Umbridge entered the room in all her pink glory; the room went quiet and the students took their places. She smiled sweetly at them.

"Put your wands away again students, I would like you to open your books to page 75, about Vampires, and read that section. Afterwards I would like you to write me a small essay on how to efficiently fend off vampires." Hermione raised her hand. "Yes, Miss Ganger? What is it now?"

"I wanted to ask, if it weren't at all possible to have a practical lesson today? After the events today, I think that it may be in our best interests to learn some defensive spells..."

"I think not Miss Ganger; what happened today was only a small incident! Children have no reason at all to be learning spells that may harm others. After all it's not like Dark Lord is back or anything..."

"What?! How can you say that?!" came Harry's outburst.

"Ah, I see that you have finally decided to join my class Mr Potter, please do sit down."

"I refuse to! You mean to tell me that the Ministry still doesn't believe me that Voldemort has risen again?!" Everyone in class visibly winced at the mention of Voldemorts name.

"Mr Potter I would say that all this attention has gone to your head, after all no one knows what had happened in the maze, and their is a lot of speculation on said topic. Maybe you're making this all up; after all the dead don't rise again Mr Potter."

"Then how do you explain the attack today?!"

"Death Eaters have always attacked, even when The-One-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was not as you say alive."

"But they are becoming bolder, even going as far as to attack Hogwarts of all places!"

"Mr Potter one more outburst and I will deduct points from your House!"

"But..."

"100 Points Mr Potter and detention with me; one more outburst and more points will be deducted, and I don't think you need to be dragging your House into your paranoid lies Mr Potter." Harry glared at her, but sat down; it seemed like no one was willing to believe him.

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Naruto had been moved to his room and Sasuke had never left the blonde teens side. The fox wasn't as talkative as after what happened in the infirmary, and he could feel the tension rising in the room with each passing second.

"Is Naruto afraid of me?" asked Sasuke on whim.

"What makes you say that?"came Kyuubi's gruff voice, it would have been almost funny to hear the voice coming from Naruto's body if it weren't for the seriousness of the situation.

"Well you told me that Naruto likes me, and after I confessed to him, he just ran away..."

"Oh that, well trust me Uchiha, Naruto isn't afraid of you, but what he is afraid of is love..."

"Huh..?"

"Tell me Uchiha, how much do you know about Naruto's past?"

Sasuke went silent and thought about it; in all honesty he didn't know much about Naruto at all, well expect for what he knew of the blonde from their Genin days. He knew Naruto was an orphan, and the importance of Naruto's father, also of the hate that the villagers felt for him, but no more than that. Yet that was more like a summary, he knew no intricate detail from Naruto's past.

"He keeps it well hidden you know; he smiles like an idiot so that no one takes him seriously, he fools around and plays pranks to gain every ones attention. Yet no one seems to know the real Uzumaki Naruto...its sad really..." Kyuubi gave a heavy sigh.

"Could you tell me...?"

"To be honest Uchiha it's not really in my place to tell you anything, not to mention that you won't understand it..."

"But I want to know! I want to take care of him! I want to protect him! Please..."

"Will you actually manage that? I mean protect him? You left him, abandoned him, and you weren't the first to do that to him as well."

"Please! You say that I won't understand, then make me understand. I want to understand!" Kyuubi was silent as if weighing out the options of telling something that had been kept hidden for such a long time.

"Naruto was always alone," he said after a while. "The reason was simple as you know. Even I know the Hokages last words: 'Remember my son as a hero! Remember the sacrifice that he has offered. Always remember.' Sadly no one expect me did remember those words...

Trust me kid, when Naruto wants to, he will tell you everything, so just be patient."

"Will he really?"

"Sure he will, I'll be pushing him in the right direction."

"Does he actually listen to you?" Sasuke was surprised, Naruto rarely even listened to Kakashi or even Tsunade.

"Well erm...not really, but most of the time..."

Sasuke sighed heavily; the day was just getting worse, and worse.

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Harry made his way towards the DADA room for his detention with Professor Umbridge; he didn't like that woman, then again she was sent by the Ministry, and he never liked any of them in the first place. He knocked on the heavy Oak door, and waited for it to open. Dolores Umbridge opened the door quickly and ushered the boy inside the room.

"Well Mr Potter, I'm an old fashioned teacher, and I always find that old fashioned methods usually leave the best impression on students. So I believe that writing lines will help you build character Mr Potter." She handed him a long thin black quill, with an unusually sharp point to write with, and a piece of paper. "Sit down and I want you to write 'I must not tell lies', till I say you can go."

"I don't have any Ink to write with."

"Not to worry Mr Potter this quill is charmed, it does not need ink."

Harry shrugged his shoulders; writing lines wasn't such a bad punishment. He had been through a lot worse, especially the detentions with Snape; disembowelling horned toads was one of the worst, and he never got used to them. So he sat down and pulled the paper towards him to start writing.

"Owch!" a shooting pain ran over his hand, he looked at it and saw the word 'I' slashed onto the back of his hand. It healed quickly and he looked up to Umbridges smug face. So that was her plan? To break him. He would not let her; no, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing him break. He would never let any one from the Ministry control him. So he kept writing; wincing with each letter as it dug into his hand. He watched the red ink spread across the page, but he gritted his teeth together and bore with it. After what seemed like hours, the cuts stopped healing as quickly, blood seeped from the back of his hand, and Umbridge watched in distaste.

"You may stop Mr Potter." She finally said. Harry put the quill down, his hand was left raw and bleeding. "You will be coming to my detention tomorrow as well, and the rest of this week as punishment. Maybe this way you will teach you not to spread lies. Now get out!"

Harry quickly stood up and almost ran out of the room. He needed to get the blood off his hands; so he walked through the hallway into the first bathroom available. Myrtle's Bathroom. He banged open the door and entered the gloomy place; it hadn't changed since his adventure in his second year. The doors were still worn and ill maintained and the sinks were chipped and cracked, candles snuffed out, and the floor was wet as well.

He went over to the sink and put the tap on and washed the blood off his hand, he winced at the stinging sensation. He looked at his hand and saw the words 'I must not tell lies' etched into his skin. He slumped to the ground his knees hitting the wet tiled floor; God what was he going to do? No one would believe him. Damn it all to hell.

"Hello, is someone in here?"

Harry swung around; he quickly his is hand and glared at the person entering.

"Potter-er I mean Harry? What are you doing here?"

"Leave Malfoy!" Harry snarled. "This has nothing to do with you, so get out!"

Draco was taken aback by Harry's sudden attitude; he was about to leave when he noticed how Harry was clutching onto his right hand, he saw red droplets on the floor. He went over to Harry and grabbed his hand, but Harry tried to push back.

"No, let go! Let go of me Malfoy!" But Draco kept tugging at his hand, he grabbed hold of Harry's other hand and freed them; he pushed them against the wall. In their scuffle Draco didn't notice how close their bodies had gotten. Both of them out of breathe just gazing into each other eyes. Draco noticed that there were trails of water coming down Harry's now red cheeks; Draco relaxed his grip, and Harry slumped against him. So he wound his arms around Harry's waist, and held onto him loosely.

"What's wrong...?" he asked again. Harry tensed at that question.

"What's the point in telling; after all I'm just doing it for attention am I not? Every word that comes out of my mouth is just a bunch of lies are they not...?"

"Harry...I don't believe that..." Harry scoffed, and pushed himself away from him.

"You were one of the main people who thought that everything I said were nothing but lies, that I was useless, and a coward and now you're telling me that you believe me? How the hell can you change your mind like that? And don't just tell me this is all because of the kiss."

"I'll admit that it seems odd, and I already told you that I can't explain why I feel this way, but you just have to believe me that what I feel is genuine..."

"..."

"Harry...Harry look at me." But Harry kept his head bowed; he wasn't sure what to think. I mean could your enemy, your rival actually become your lover?

Draco gently lifted Harry's chin and pressed his lip against Harry's own. Harry relaxed against Draco, leaning into the kiss, and the much needed contact. He didn't even notice how Draco wound his pale hands through his dark locks, he felt himself mewling when Draco broke the kiss and started trailing small kisses down his neck.

"Do you believe me Harry...?" he asked between each kiss.

"I-I don't know..." Harry said earnestly, it was true he wasn't sure in what to believe. Draco sighed, moved Harry's fringe away from his face.

"I'll wait then till you are sure; till then if there are any problems you can always talk to me. C'mon now, we better get off this wet floor." Draco took Harry's hand; he noticed how the boy winced.

"Harry what happened to your hand?" he asked.

Before Harry could protest, Draco pushed back his sleeve and gasped at the glaring scars that were on the back of his hand. Harry looked away from him again; he twitched when Draco grazed his fingers against the wound. He gritted together his teeth in anger

"Who did this?" he asked.

"...Does it matter?"

"Of course it does!" Draco asked his voice rising in anger. "Who did this?!" he asked again.

"Umbridge..." he said slowly.

"What?! That Ministry employed teacher? How could she do this to anyone; we have to go to Dumbledore about this, he'll contact the rest of the Ministry and then-"

"No, it won't matter! The whole Ministry believes that I'm doing all of this to gain attention. They don't even believe me when I told them that Voldemort is back! All of them think I'm lying...I'm just their fucking poster boy, just smile and nod along to all their ideas..." Draco didn't really know what 

to say; he just kept staring at Harry's hand, the words 'I must not tell lies' imprinting into his mind, he was going to make the Ministry pay one of these days.

"Hey, what are you two doing in my toilet? This is a girl toilet you know." Came a sulky voice from behind them. Draco turned around and saw the ghost of a young girl floating behind him; she was squat with lanky hair and thick glasses, her eyes looked puffy from crying.

"We are leaving already Myrtle, don't worry about it." Harry said as he slowly stood up.

"Oh Harry it's you!" the ghost said brightening up a little. "My offer still stands you know; when you die, we can still share a cubical!" she giggled shyly at him. Draco raised an eyebrow and looked from the ghost to Harry.

"It's complicated I'll explain later. Bye Myrtle." Harry walked towards the door and opened only to find a person already standing by the doors.

"Hmm, I know I'm new to this country, but I don't think it's usual for two young men to be hanging out in the girl toilets."

Harry looked up to this new person; he had long black hair that was tied loosely near the end, he wore a black uniform that look similar to the ones that Naruto and that other guy wore. His skin was pale, but his eyes were the most startling, they were white and had no pupils. He gasped and stared at them like he was hypnotised.

"Well, I'm guessing that you're Harry Potter, and that you are Draco Malfoy. I have been looking for you since all your lessons ended I must confess I was worried when you weren't in your respective Houses."

Harry tensed again and hid his injured hand behind him while Draco moved closer to him. Neji's sharp eyes noticed the subtle movements, but he didn't comment on them.

"I would like you two to come with me; we have some questions for both of you." Harry and Draco glanced at each other, wondering why they needed to be questioned. Neji walked ahead, and both of them followed the girly looking guy.

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Shikamaru stared at the floor plan of the school; he had been given the job of installing traps around the school, with the help of Neji he already figured out most of the hidden passageways that were not listed on the school plan and had marked them on. He already fixed some traps on the grounds outside; but there were still too many others to take in account.

Shikamaru sighed and leaned back in the upholstery, Sakura had barracked herself in her room, Kiba was outside patrolling, and Gaara was interrogating the few surviving Death Eaters, while Sasuke was with Naruto. He hadn't moved from the blonde's side since this morning. Shikamaru sighed heavily again; their arrival seemed to have made things worse.

Neji entered the room; behind him were the two people they needed to talk to. Questioning the headmaster had been pointless, maybe these two could give them better information.

"Please, sit down," said Neji as he motioned them to the couch. Neji left them both sitting their while he went inside the room where Sasuke was with Naruto. Neji came back out again this time Sasuke was with him; the Sharingan user looked tired and sickly pale. The boy named Harry saw him, and his eyes widened.

"How is Naruto?" he asked, Shikamaru was surprised that their target knew Naruto's name. Then again Naruto did have a habit of breaking procedure. Sasuke raised an eyebrow, and eyed the other teen.

"You're not still affected by that spell are you?" Sasuke asked, Harry blushed but shook his head in disagreement.

"Good... Well Naruto is in a coma right now, and there isn't much we can do at all. The reason why we called you here Mr Potter is because as far as it has been recorded, you're the only person ever to survive the killing curse, so I would like to know how you survived it."

"I-I don't know how I could help. The only reason I survived was because of a simple protective spell that activated when he killed my mother. You see...her sacrifice protected me. I'm sorry I can't help..."

"I see..." Sasuke seemed to look more tired now than before.

"Then maybe you Mr Malfoy could help us in finding the location of Voldemort, your father as far as our sources go is a Death Eater is he not?"

"Er...the thing is, my father never tells me what happens in his meeting or where they take place. He is secretive about the whole thing, and I made it my vocation never to pry." Sasuke growled angrily, and hit the wall with his fist, his eyes bled red now as frustration consumed him.

"Calm down Uchiha, we still have Gaara interrogating those Death Eaters, they might know something." As on cue, Gaara entered the room, his face, as always passive, yet the aura around him had turned ice cold and grim.

"I'm guessing that they were useless?" asked Sasuke; hiding his anger.

"Completely, even that 'Vertasarumi' stuff didn't help, either they were just a bunch of lackeys to low down the food chain to know anything, or they are strong enough to resist the potion and my own special interrogation methods."

Sasuke hung his head in defeat; he would now have to write a letter to Tsunade for any healing methods since there was no way he was letting Sakura near him.

"I guess we have to look through books and see how to wake a person from a Coma then. I'm giving you and Neji that task, is that alright Gaara?" Gaara nodded and sat down beside Neji.

"Shikamaru after setting the traps I need for you to help them, let that over 200 IQ be used for something useful." Shikamaru may have been offended by that comment if it weren't for the fact that it was true.

"You two may leave, but if you get any information, and I mean any information at all, I suggest that you come see one of us first. Neji make sure they reach their dorms safely" Harry and Draco nodded and followed Neji back out again.

Sasuke sighed dejectedly and walked back into the room his room to watch over Naruto again.

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