¡Hola, mis amigos! ¿Como están? Yo espero que ustedes están bien. :)

Translation for all you peoples who A- don't know Spanish and B- are too lazy to go google it:

Hello, my friends! How are you? I hope that you're all good. :)

Note: I have absolutely no clue why I'm speaking Spanish. It's invading my brain... I keep writing my notes for English and science in Spanglish. D:

ANYway.

This is a review I got a couple days ago for the last chapter.

Why-Am-I-Crying-Cherry-Koolaid:

"and the other just looked like him." XD that would be the best line to start the next chapter off with XD i know you wont but its would be amazing XD

So, you what, Why-Am-I-Crying-Cherry-Koolaid (epic awesomesauce pen name, by the way :3)?

Imma do it just for you. OwO

Please read and review, my pretties, or the flying hamsters of doom shall come and rain coconuts on your pitiful cities~!

And the other just looked like him.

Sakura couldn't believe it. She'd screwed up royally — made a fatal mistake, and she'd been subjected to certain death. Only, she hadn't died. She'd been saved.

By the one person she thought she'd never see again.

By Itachi.

Sakura stared up at him in utter shock, frozen in place. She couldn't move. Couldn't blink. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't speak. She couldn't even whisper his name.

Itachi stood barely half a foot away, his right arm still angled somewhat outward and his right hand still open from where he had thrown Orochimaru's serpent back at him. His face was unreadable, something Sakura had never seen before flickering in his bright crimson Sharingan eyes. The slight breeze teased his hair, blowing locks of ebony against his cheek. Then, very slowly, his lips curved up in the beginnings of a smirk or even a smile.

"Sakura," he murmured. His voice was low, but even the Hogwarts students and professors could hear. None of the shinobi realized that he was speaking 'English'; Hermione had cast a language spell around them all in a thousand-foot radius for her and the other spell-casters' benefit. "You should be more vigilant of your surroundings."

Sakura still couldn't speak, so she faintly nodded. That seemed to amuse him. She would most likely be mortified when she looked back on the situation, but right now she was still stunned beyond belief.

"Orochimaru."

The growl came from the person behind Itachi, and reluctantly Sakura tore her gaze from her comrade to glance at him. As it turned out, he didn't "just look like" Itachi. He had the same pale skin, Sharingan eyes, and jet-black hair as him, but it was much shorter; his hair flared up in the back like a chicken's ass. He was younger — about Sakura's age, but still a bit taller than her — and he didn't have lines beneath his eyes from a lifetime of sleepless nights. His face was twisted in rage as he glared furiously at Orochimaru, unlike Itachi's perpetual stoic expression.

Orochimaru smoothed out his face and his lips curled into a wide, sly smile.

"Well," he chuckled, "if isn't Itachi and Sasuke-kun."

Sakura spared Sasuke a quick glance before looking back at Orochimaru.

So that's Itachi's otouto.

"Why are you alive?" the younger Uchiha demanded.

The Oto Leader sneered. "Honestly, Sasuke-kun. You thought you had killed me?" His laugh almost sounded like a cackle. "Oh, no, dear boy. It will take much more than that to kill me."

"Fine," Sasuke growled, fists clenched, teeth gritted. "I'll just take you down again."

Sakura spotted her chance and latched on.

"No," she disagreed, narrowed eyes locked on the snake-affiliated sennin. "He's mine."

Sasuke abruptly glared at her.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he retorted. "What damage could you possibly do?"

If Deidara and Kisame hadn't been busy fighting, they would've flat-out laughed. Immediately, Sakura bristled and rounded on the man.

"A helluva lot more than you, kid," she growled.

"'Kid'?" he scoffed. "Please. You can't be a day over fourteen."

Deidara snorted loudly and Kisame couldn't help but grin to himself as he cut down the last two Oto-nin. (The Death Eaters were smarted than they looked; they had all backed out the minute their numbers dropped to four.)

That did it. Sakura snapped.

"What?" she shrieked, looking more than ready to pound Sasuke's face in and choke the life from him. "I'm nineteen, goddamn it!"

Sasuke grunted in disgust, though admittedly a little surprised. "Hn. That makes two of us, then."

Sakura scowled deadly black flames of hatred through the man's head, one that could challenge even the infamous Uchiha Death Glare — which he was currently sending back at her.

"Fucking Uchiha's!" she growled angrily. "You're all the same!"

The next minute, all three shinobi were dodging another onslaught of Striking Shadow Snakes, courtesy of Orochimaru. Thoroughly pissed off, Sakura snatched one of the snakes out of mid-air by its throat and yanked with painful force. The Oto leader was jerked forward before he severed his connection to the serpent, letting it disappear. In retaliation, Sakura sent a quick burst of chakra to her feet for speed and darted forward, appearing in the air behind Orochimaru. The man noticed her immediately and leapt away, glancing back to keep a careful eye on her.

Her heel slammed into the ground in an axe kick, rupturing the earth and sending enormous, heavy slabs flying in all directions. To say Sasuke was shocked was a bit of an understatement.

In fact, it was a big understatement.

Someone that tiny should not be that physically strong. It just did not happen. Ever. Monstrous strength + itty bitty pink kunoichi = NOT POSSIBLE. It was fucking scary.

Sasuke knew right then and there that he would be sure to steer clear of the crazy bitch whenever she went on a warpath.

He was also considering never arguing with her again.

Orochimaru flung a five-inch thick white snake at the kunoichi, much like the one that had nearly killed her. She caught it by the neck like she had the last snake thrown at her and jerked her arm back with lightning-fast reflexes. This time, the Oto leader couldn't get rid of the snake quickly enough. He was yanked forward, all the way across the clearing, right to her.

She fist flew back, flooded with chakra, and snapped forward, connecting with Orochimaru's cheek bone. A very satisfying crunching noise resounded before the man was thrown like a rocket towards the far trees bordering their little clearing. He blew straight through at least a dozen before finally crashing into a thick trunk and sliding slowly to the ground.

He didn't get up.

Sakura was certain she'd broken the bastard's neck with that hit, and she told Deidara so we he hopped off his bird to go check. He crouched down next to his body and placed his fingers against his neck. The blond looked up and nodded slightly to signal that there was still a pulse, but the Oto leader was clearly no longer conscious. So, with very much self satisfaction, Deidara stuffed a slightly larger than normal clay bird in Orochimaru's mouth and leapt away until he was back on his bird.

Needless to say, all of the shinobi were smirking when the explosive went off, nevermind the resulting spatter of blood and...eh, the pinkish-grayish stuff was probably just brain matter. So the man actually had a brain. Who knew?

Bye-bye, bastard. Definitely won't see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.

Kisame suddenly turned and eyed the remaining Death Eaters with a grin they most certainly did not like. Sakura grunted and relaxed as she padded back over to Itachi and Sasuke without hurry, leaving the blue-skinned man to deal with them however he chose. She allowed her eyes to close as she massaged the back of her stiff neck, sighing in content when it cracked.

Ah. All in a day's work.

And then, Itachi noticed something. Acting quickly, he whirled around and gripped Sakura's shoulders, effectively startling the girl. She looked up at him in surprise and confusion, obviously still oblivious as to what was about to happen. Good. Itachi stared down at her evenly, not blinking, not saying a word. Before she could ask just what in the hell he was doing, Harry noticed it as well.

"Itachi!" he called urgently from inside the protective dome of chakra, his eyes wide with terror.

Sakura glanced over at the young wizard, her face puzzled. He was looking straight at the elder Uchiha in panic. She noted a dim green flash out of the corner of her eye and turned her gaze back to Itachi.

He was falling.

Time seemed to move at the pace of a snail as Itachi fell to his right — Sakura's left. His eyes were hidden behind the dark strands of hair hanging in his face, while Sakura's widened painfully slowly. As he fell, what he and Harry had seen was revealed.

Voldemort was smirking broadly from the other side of the clearing, his wand aimed directly at them.

...no...

Itachi hit the ground.

No...

Sakura was frozen solid, her mind refusing to believe it. Her eyes were stretched impossibly wide, unseeing, and her lips were just slightly parted.

Kisame, Deidara, and Sasuke watched in utter shock, mouths opening to yell Itachi's name. Their cries fell on deaf ears. Sakura's couldn't hear them. She was completely, agonizingly numb, and her knees were rapidly weakening.

No.

Dead.

Itachi.

No.

Dead.

No.

Then, a path leading straight to Voldemort exploded and he was enveloped in an enormous cloud of dust. The witches and wizards stared on in a stunned silence, not comprehending what they were seeing — or, rather, weren't seeing; their eyes weren't nearly sharp enough to keep up with Sakura's sudden eruption of speed.

It wasn't until the seemingly endless amounts of dust cleared that the other shinobi could see it. And, damn, could they could see it all.

Sakura completely butchered the man, earth and blood flung in every direction. Chakra blazed around her filled with such rage, they nearly expected it to be black. She was like a demon. There was no stopping her until she'd beat his body into — quite literally — a sickening, bloody pulp. The students and professors couldn't see what she'd done to him, but it was obvious that the man was dead.

She trembled violently in place, not otherwise moving an inch. She didn't appear to be breathing, but they could hear the air hissing between her teeth as she seethed.

Never before had they seen Sakura so angry. She'd blown up before over major issues, but this... This was undeniably pure fury. She wasn't annoyed or irritated. She was pissed.

The witches and wizards didn't know how to react. They looked at one another in dumbfounding shock, rendered utterly speechless. Slowly, nervously, they chanced quick glances at Deidara and Kisame.

The pair was watching Sakura silently. Their eyes were no-longer wide, and they didn't look shocked.

They looked worried.

To the Hogwarts spell-casters, this was an even worse sign. Things had just taken a very violent, very ugly twist. If something didn't happen quickly to turn it around, it would soon get deadly. They were profoundly grateful for their barrier of chakra — seeming to forget that Sakura (and also Deidara and Kisame) could pass through it at will.

Almost all of the students openly gaped at the fallen shinobi, unable to believe what they had seen and were currently seeing. It was impossible. Itachi had been so strong, so powerful... It was becoming more and more shocking by the minute.

Deidara and Kisame exchanged a concerned look. They glanced back to see Sasuke crouching beside his older brother with a look of utter disbelief. Slowly, they turned back to the boiling kunoichi no more than forty or fifty feet ahead of them.

She looked very mentally unstable. They were sure that this was what true psychopathy looked like. She didn't appear to have any registry of the world around her.

Deidara swallowed to wet his drying throat, glancing back at Itachi and Sasuke again. His eyes shifted to Sakura once more and he spoke quietly.

"Sakura...?"

No reaction whatsoever was received. It didn't appear as if she had heard. After a moment, he tried again, slightly louder.

"Sakura?"

The muscles in the kunoichi's back seemed to tighten considerably and blood dripped down her hands from the pressure with which she clenched her fists. She whipped around with blinding speed.

"What?" It was practically a snarl. If Deidara hadn't known any better, he'd have thought there were small tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

And then she saw his reason for calling out to her, his reason for attempting to calm her down.

Itachi was sitting up beside his otouto.

Very much alive.

Very much healthy.

Very much surprised.

Very much amused.

In speechless shock, Sakura's strength gave out. She crumpled to the ground on her ass, legs bent on either side of her at the knees. Everything around her disappeared as she stared with impossibly wide eyes at the obviously-not-dead Uchiha.

Her brain shut down. She couldn't even begin to comprehend the situation, no matter that the answer stared her in the face.

Voldemort had thrown the Killing Curse, intending to get rid of Sakura. Itachi, noticing this while the wizard was still saying the words for the spell, formed a plan in less than a second and put it into action.

His plan: step in front of Sakura to keep her from being hit by it, gather chakra in his back to greatly dilute the curse until it would have literally no effect on him, and fake his own death to bring a false sense of victory over Voldemort. And then, while the man was distracted with sadistic glee, he'd appear right behind him and cut him down before he could even yell out in triumph.

Only, he hadn't counted on Sakura having a complete and utter mental breakdown and pulverizing the wizard for him.

Despite that, the man was dead. So he was satisfied. And amused.

Sakura fell flat on her back, arms dropping to either side. Her body wasn't cooperating any more. And, Kami, she was so tired.

A long, agonizing silence stretched on for an eternity as Sakura stared sightlessly up at the sky. Deidara and Kisame exchanged another somewhat worried look. They had expected a sigh of relief or a smile — maybe even a few tears of joy.

But, no.

They were getting nothing out of her. She wasn't reacting. She didn't seem relieved or glad in the slightest. She was just...blank.

That was when the laughter started.

It began very quietly, much too low for the witches and wizards of Hogwarts to hear. Then it became slightly louder.

And louder.

And louder.

And louder still.

And then, it was full-blown psychotic laughter.

Deidara and Kisame's eyes were wide, and the spell-casters looked a bit scared. Sakura was lying spread-eagle on the demolished ground, chest trembling slightly as loud, high-pitched hysterical laughter exploded from her lungs.

Kami, they must think she's psycho. The laughter just wouldn't stop. She felt extremely light-headed and cut off from the rest of the world, almost as though it was all a dream. She didn't see. She didn't hear. She didn't taste. She didn't feel. She didn't smell. She didn't think.

She just laughed.

Spine-scraping, lung-crushing, gut-rupturing laughter.

Gradually, Deidara and Kisame began to relax. They looked bewildered but incredibly relieved. Deidara even managed a few quiet, breathless chuckles of his own. Kisame grinned at the rosette.

"Damn, kitten," he remarked roughly. "If I'd have known you'd do all the work for us, I wouldn't have bothered to fight. Itachi should've played dead earlier."

Sakura's hysterical laughter abruptly halted.

She passed out.