Sand Wizards
Chapter four: Sand and Snake
Disclaimer: I will never, ever own Harry Potter or Naruto… *Tear drop*
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"I-I can't believe!" one of the elders gasped when the Lord Kazekage explained about sending his son, daughter and that…thing to some posh school in Britain. "This is an outrage, Kazekage! I will not sit back and watch you send our weapon off to some stupid boarding school!" another one roared, slamming his fists on the table.
"I agree with Geji, if you send Gaara off to Britain then one of the other nations will eventually find out and invade the Sunagakure. But that's not the only thing I'm worried about. Are you sure we could trust this Dumbledore? Is it not possible that this wizard, as he claims to be, is a rotten liar that is bent on using our weapon for his own personal uses?" Chitsu, another elder, stated. Everyone in the room started to argue with each other, except the Kazekage, who was twitching his eye and going red with fury.
"SILENCE!" the Kazekage ordered, anger flashing in his eyes. He glared at every single member at the council. They all fell silent. "I AM NOT A FOOL! I KNOW WHAT I AM DOING! I TRUST THIS MAN, AND IF ANY OF YOU DON'T TRUST HIM, THEN YOU CAN GO AWAY FROM THIS VILLAGE! NO, THIS WHOLE COUNTRY!"
Several members gulped. Baki glanced at Chitsu, who was looking down on the floor and fidgeting with his fingers. He looked like a little school boy who had just been told off for doing the wrong thing. Baki raised his hand for permission to speak.
"Yes, Baki?" the Kazekage said. Out of all the council members, the Kazekage liked Baki the most, mostly because he was the only one who didn't argue at every single meeting, unlike some people.
"Thank you, my lord. We shouldn't see this as a bad thing. The wizarding world has its dark side too, like we have Orochimaru, that ex-sannin from Konoha, and Sasori of the red sand. If the wizarding world and the shinobi world unite, we could get rid of the darkness once and for all. And if that means sending Gaara, Kankuro and Temari off to Hogwarts, then I shall be preparing myself for a war that is coming to destroy us," Baki said. "But I will do my best to stop it." One of the members stared at Baki, then added, "I am not someone who is about to sit back and enjoy people get slaughter while we drink our sake. I will accept your choice of sending your children to Hogwarts."
Hucha and Jihano glanced at each other's faces, nodding their heads. "It would be unwise not to send them off. Their world is no different than ours, so I see them as allies. And when our allies are in danger, we go off and help them, and they would do the same for us."
Around half of the members were starting to love the foreign exchange project. "I will put this to a vote. Those who are willing to let my descendants go to Hogwarts raise your hand," the Kazekage said. More than half the members raised their hands. The remaining members glared at the Kazekage, who, even though he didn't show it, was extremely happy about the council's decision. "Well, looks like we have come to an agreement. Gaara, Temari and Gaara are going to Hogwarts!"
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After around twenty minutes of getting used to his new room, Harry was forced to go downstairs to meet Piers, one of Dudley's friends, with more muscle than brain. Normally when Dudley's friends were around, Harry would hide behind the garden and look out for any fat boys.
The first thing Harry noticed when he went downstairs was Piers and Dudley talking. Piers noticed Harry and nudged Dudley, whispering something into his ear. Dudley roared with laughter. Piers sneered at Harry. "Hey Potter, where did you get that top? Your mum? Oh that's right, you don't have one!" He said, laughing with Dudley. Harry ignored him a walked into the kitchen, where Vernon was putting on his brown jacket.
"Uh… Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked. Vernon's response was quick. "What do you want, boy?" he barked. Vernon gasped and spoke again, "I-I mean, w-what would y-y-you like, H-Harry?"
Vernon forced a smile, making Harry vomit in the inside. Seriously, all he wanted to do was go to the sink and vomit. Uncle Vernon's fake smile is not something you would like to look at at all.
"I was wondering when Mrs Figgs is coming to pick me up," Harry said. Vernon grumbled something that sounded like, "Yarnogoinofiggs."
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Pardon?" If I heard what I think I heard… Harry thought, his heart pounding in his chest.
"You're coming with us!" Vernon shouted, twitching his eyes and turning a dangerous colour of purple. In the corner of his eye, Harry saw Piers and Dudley sniggering. "Boy, get in the car. We're going now."
"B-but what?" Harry asked with amazement. Vernon roared at him. "DID YOU NOT JUST HEAR WHAT I SAID, POTTER? GET IN THE CAR!"
Harry quickly ran towards the front door. What on earth is going on today? First I get a letter from some unknown person, now I'm going to the zoo? This is the weirdest day ever… Harry thought. Well, not the weirdest day. There was the time when Aunt Petunia shaved all of his hair (Except for his fringe, to hide 'that horrible scar'), and Harry spent all night dreading of the school day the next day, with all the children laughing at him. Miraculously, the next day Harry's hair had grown back to its normal messy jet-black cut.
"Get out of the way, Potter!" Dudley sneered, shoving Harry to the side and getting in the car, with Piers trailing behind. Harry sat next to Piers, obviously uncomfortable with the seating arraignment, as he shifted as far as he could away from the two bullies.
"What's the matter, Harry? Don't you want to sit next to your friends?" Piers smirked, punching Harry's arm. "Come on, Harry! Let's play in the back of the car!" He punched poor Harry again, leaving him with a nasty bruise on his right arm. Harry rubbed his arm and stared out of the window, not even bothering to say a word.
By the time Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia sat in the car, Harry already had three bruises on his arm. And yet, the two adults did nothing to stop it.
It took thirty minutes to get to the zoo. Dudley was whinging how he wanted to see the reptiles after he ate two adult size plates of pepperoni pizza.
"I wanna see the snakes! The snaaaaaaakes!" He complained, with crocodile tears in his eyes. Petunia hugged Dudley.
"Don't worry Duddy kins! We'll see the snakes! I promise, pumpkin," she reassured, while Harry resisted the urge to suddenly vomit right then and there.
As soon as they went into the dark room where the reptiles were, Dudley ran over to the biggest snake, which was fast asleep. Dudley started to knock on the window. "Oi! Wake up! Do something!" He yelled. "Dad, it's not doing anything!"
Vernon knocked on the glass. "Get up!" he said angrily. The snake didn't move. "Sorry son, it's not moving. How 'but that python over there?"
Dudley was quick to get away from the sleeping boa constrictor to the second largest snake, the python. Harry stayed where he was; he was mildly interested in the snake, even if it was sleeping. "Sorry about that. He'll do that if you're asleep," He said, feeling sorry for the snake. "He does that to me, too."
The snake opened its eyes. It raised its neck until it was eye to eye with Harry. And then… it winked. "I shall take note of that, amigosss," the boa hissed. Or at least Harry thought it was the Boa. Harry checked over his shoulder to see if anyone was near him. No one was.
"You- you can speak?" He asked, amazed. The snake nodded his head. "Yess, but never once has anyone heard me," he replied, "until today, that isss."
Harry felt himself grinning. "So where are you from, anyway?" he asked, curious to know. The snake flicked his tail to a sign that said, Brazilian Boa Constrictor. "Oh," Harry said. "Was it nice there?"
The snake shook his head and flicked his tail again, to a sign underneath it. This one read, Born in captivity. Harry blinked. "Yeah, I'm like that, too. Do you wish you can go back there?"
Just when the snake was about to reply, Dudley pushed Harry away and down to the floor. "Hey Piers! HEY! Look, it's moving! Hey, it's moving!"
Dudley and Piers pressed against the glass, watching the snake. And suddenly, almost- no, definitely- like magic, the glass vanished. Just like that. One minute it was there, the next it wasn't. And the best part was, Dudley and Piers found themselves in the exhibit, while the snake moved out, towards its freedom. Before it left, however, it said two more words to Harry. "Thankss, Amigoss," it hissed at Harry, who couldn't help but laugh. It was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. "Anytime," he replied.
It seemed like forever when the snake left the room. And when it did, Harry whispered under his breath, "I hope I can escape one day, too."
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"Hey Temari, can you pass me that scroll? Thanks," Kankuro said. It was three days since their father demanded that they went to some school called Hogwarts. Kankuro wasn't sure he wanted to go there. It sounded like there was a hog there. With warts. And Kankuro didn't exactly love hogs and/or warts. But still, he wanted to see how the shinobi there cope without a kage. He did hear that they had something else called a minister, but Kankuro liked kage better. And he found a way to dodge the none swearing policy. He learnt how to say shit in every single language possible. He even made a list.
Merde, lort, hovno, Scheiße. Kotoran, cac, merda, mierda. See, Kankuro can learn, if he tried hard enough. His favourite one was merde. It fell so easily off his tongue. "Temari, have you finished packing yet? Has Gaara?"
Temari slammed down her trunk. "Yes and yes. By the way, Kankuro, we're leaving in thirty minutes, so you better go downstairs and say goodbye to everyone," Temari replied, dragging her trunk behind her while she walked out. "And by everyone I mean dad."
"Okay, just wait for me," Kankuro said, grunting as he tried to close his trunk lid. After five minutes of trying and failing, he gave up. "How am I supposed to go to school when I can't even pack my ba- that's it!" Kankuro had a brilliant idea in his head. "I'll seal one trunk in a scroll, then I'll seal another in another scroll, then I'll carry another bag with the scrolls! It's ingenious!'
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Gaara was the first to go downstairs. He had already said goodbye to his father and was waiting impatiently by the fireplace, leaning against the wall while he manipulated the sand around him. The sand danced and danced in the light. Gaara was starting to get really impatient. He was on the verge of giving Kankuro and Temari a sand coffin when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "So, we go into the fireplace, throw some of this in the ground, and say 'Diagon Alley'?" Gaara heard Temari ask.
"Yeah. Seems pretty cool to me- oh, Gaara! Do you know how to go to Diagon Alley?" Kankuro replied. Gaara nodded his head and gave them a "Hn.".
"Okay, so I don't need to explain it to you, then. So, here's the floo powder," Gaara took a handful of the powder, "and there's the fireplace. Take your trunk with you."
Gaara stepped into the fireplace. He wouldn't ever tell anyone, but he was nervous. He couldn't help but think that he'll end up in some dungeon with trolls all around him. He coughed, and said, as loudly and clearly as he could, "Diagon Alley!"
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So! End chapter five! Sorry for the long, wait, but you can blame Masashi Kishimoto for making the plotline of Naruto so retarded now that I have lost my interest in it all together. I am now obsessed with Bleach and Fullmetal Alchemist. And Glee. But never fear! I still love Gaara and the Sand Sibs, and Harry Potter!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed. BUT I NEED MORE REVIEWS! *points at a crying chibi Gaara* look at what you will do if you don't review! Look at him, LOOK!
Also, I have another fanfic up called 'FMA Glee crossover ideas' and I really need your help, people. *Points to chibi Gaara again, but now he is joined with Edward and Envy* don't do this, people!