Hello once again everyone! I'm back with another chapter of Rise of a God. I just wanna say that my little Sharingan contest is over, a couple of people told me that the Deathly Hallows symbol should be Harry's Mangekyo, and I agree whole-heartedly. So big thanks to Assassin King of Masyaf and Tenza-Z. On another note, I want to address the whole Ron issue: This isn't canon. He will not be a jerk in this fic, and I will not bash him. I'm trying to avoid bashing at all costs here. The Ron in this story will be how I imagine Ron should have been. He will still be jealous at times, but he will learn that he has to gain recognition by his own actions, not leeching off of Harry or anything else. With that out of the way, I just want to thank everyone for their support and understanding on why I'm not updating as much. You guys are awesome! Without futher ado:
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Naruto. On with the story!
The Great Hall was filled with polite applause as Harry went to sit next to his Housemates, easily the loudest applause of the night. Most people seemed happy with the House he had been sorted into, though a few, like McGonagle, seemed a bit disappointed. Hagrid did tell him that both Lily and James had been in Gryffindor; they'd just have to deal with him being in Ravenclaw, he wasn't even their son, not that anyone else knew that.
Harry sat, politely listening to people introduce themselves to him, and he shook their hands in a civilized manner. He was relieved, however, when Dumbledore stood to talk, and the Ravenclaws that had all been clamouring to talk with him sat back in their seats.
"Welcome to all new students, and welcome back to all of those returning for another year at Hogwarts. I would just like to remind everybody that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden for a reason, and therefore off-limits to all students," here he paused for a second, allowing everybody to let this information to sink in, before continuing.
"The Third Floor Corridor is also off-limits to those who do not wish to die a painful death."
Harry sweatdropped at that. Why would you put something that dangerous in a school? Maybe it was one of those Wizarding World things. Dumbledore said a few more words, odd ones that made Harry question the man's sanity.
'And he's in charge of my well-being?'
Food appeared on the giant House tables, and Harry gratefully began feasting. Lunch was so long ago, after all. After he, and everyone else had eaten their fill, the students all got up at a signal from Dumbledore and began to follow their prefects to their dormitories. With such a large number of students and such a small doorway, it was slow going. Harry was standing, absently playing with a loose strand of hair when someone nudged him in the ribs.
In a flash he had grabbed the person's arm, twisting them around and raising his fist. Then he lowered it, smiling sheepishly.
"Sorry Hermione,"
Said girl only huffed and glared at him. For a moment anyway.
"I was only going to ask you what you thought about being a Ravenclaw," she said exasperated, crossing her arms.
"I think I'm going to enjoy it," Harry replied, he and Hermione edging towards the doorway as the student body slowly filed out. "This way I can talk with you without angering the other houses. Slytherins don't look kindly upon friends of Gryffindors, you know."
Hermione raised a brow at him. She, along with Ron and Neville, had been sorted into Gryffindor, while Draco had predictably been sorted into Slytherin.
"So you're saying that you care about what other people think of you? You certainly don't give off that feeling."
"Well, I guess I don't," Harry responded, smiling at her. "I just really don't care about making enemies with people who get into house rivalries. I mean, we're only eleven, some people take this whole house system too seriously."
"I agree, from what I've seen, this is just really out of hand," Hermione replied.
Shortly after, they were joined by Ron and Neville, the latter boy still searching for his missing toad, who had apparantly gone missing. Again. Harry found he liked talking to them. Never before had he known people to actually listen to what he had to say, without a bitter remark or a sneer to accompany what he said. These three, they just made him feel at ease. And that worried him.
Because of his upbringing, he had been forced to adopt his mask of indifference, but when in the company of those that were slowly becoming his friends, this mask started to slip. At times, he was just tempted to be Harry, the eleven year-old wizard who happened to be related to a clan of ninjas. Shrugging off his thoughts, he waved good-bye to Hermione, Ron, and Neville and followed his prefect, a boy named William Finch, to Ravenclaw Tower.
They approached what seemed to be a perfectly normal wall, save for the bronze eagle head protruding from the stones. Dustin bade them to wait, and walked to the eagle by himself. Harry jumped when the eagle head began to move, as if stretching its neck. It then began to speak in a beautifully harmonious voice.
"Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. Of what do I speak?" it asked Dustin, who just smiled brightly.
"Nothing, you speak of nothing," he answered, smile still in place.
"Correct, you may pass," the eagle replied, moving its head slightly before the wall began to swing inward, revealing a doorway.
"You must correctly answer a riddle if you want in the tower at any time," Dustin explained as the students began filing in. "The riddles get harder the higher your year."
Harry mentally nodded, that sounded interesting enough, and it also seemed the type of thing magical people would do. Harry quickly walked into the common room, and was surprised at how comfortable it felt.
There were an assortment of chairs, even a sofa or two, taking up the majority of the room, most of the chairs seated at desks, most likely for studying or homework. There was a beatifully carved statue in the center of the room of a young woman in her early to mid twenties, a window with a view of the Black Lake, and staircases on either side of the statue.
"Girls on the left, boys on the right!" Dustin called. "The higher your year, the lower the level of your dorm. Makes it easier for those who've been here longer."
Harry quickly made his way to the right, avoiding those who seemed to want to speak with him. As he entered, he thought it a plain dorm room. Windows with sapphire curtains, a matching rug, and multiple beds all with the same blue color scheme. Harry undressed, laying himself down on the bed and feigned sleep, much to the chagrin of his dorm mates. Eventually they gave up on him springing from the bed, telling them stories of his adventures, and went to sleep themselves.
The next morning found Harry up early. Normally he would exercise a bit before showering, but he still hadn't found a good place to train that nobody else would notice, so he figured skipping one day wouldn't kill him. After showering and dressing himself, he made his way down to the Great Hall, where a few students were already eating. It seemed he was one of the first ones up. He sat at the Ravenlaw table and made himself a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast.
After a while of sitting in silent contemplation, other began filing in. Hermione and Ron waved to him, whereas Neville gave a nervous nod and Draco a curt one. The short Charms professor, Flitwick, came by the Ravenclaw table, handing out schedules to the students.
"Potions first, huh?" he muttered. Potions sounded interesting, he bet he could learn to make some potent poisons in that class. That would be beneficial to him later, if he wanted to become a ninja.
Did he want to become a ninja? Yes, Harry did. But most importantly, he wanted to find his family, and he figured one had to be a ninja to track down a family of them. He would continue to train, and learn magic, as the latter may prove useful in his search. He only wondered how long it would take.
"Harry?" Harry was brought out of his thoughts with a start, it seemed Hermione had been calling him for some time.
"Yes?" he asked, looking past her to Ron. Both were holding their schedules.
"I asked you what class you had first," she responded, bubbling with excitement.
"Oh, sorry. I have potions. What about you?" he said, rubbing the back of his head.
"Us too!" Hermione seemed really excited to be getting to finally use magic, although Harry was unsure how much magic was needed in brewing potions.
"Alright then, let's go to the dungeons," Harry said, getting up and walking inbetween his two friends.
"To the belly of the beast," Ron said with a grin.
Harry only shook his head. It couldn't be that bad, could it?
Hey guys, my update schedule still isn't that great, but I'm trying. My muse has been pretty quiet on the earlier part of this story, that's why this chapter is so short. I'm really just trying to get First Year out of the way, as it won't be too interesting compared to the other years, I'm itching to get to the end of Second Year and beyond, because that's where crap will hit the fan. Majorly. Until then there won't be too much deviation from canon, though I will try to be at least somewhat original. Until next time!