hello and welcome top this newly beta and as shuch readable, it mostly about the other rocy 9 trying to fine out what Naruto is hiding thought it might not be to hard for you to work out,

i own nothing but the plot itself

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To say Harry was shocked would an understatement, but he was not alone. Even Kiba was taken aback a little. Naruto body was riddled with scars 100's or 1000's of them. Harry knew that no-one could survive some of them. There was one which looked like his head had been cut off and another went straight through his heart. There were plenty of others which looked painful and some on his wrist which looked self-inflicted.

Kiba was not as shock as the others. Even though he had never see Naruto without a top on (and had no want to), but he had be told by those that had that it was remarkable that he was alive. He had thought Naruto was really thin or something, not that he had his heart rip out or his head cut off. Thought as kiba tought about he knew that the scar over the hart came form that ungrateful Uchiha. However there was one thing that Kiba was… well not shocked, but confused about. Naruto had a small, white collar. Nothing confusing about that, but this was a seal, a seal used on prisoner which shocked them if they started a fight or something. Why would the Hokage have a seal like that put on Naruto? It had to have been the Hokage because it was joined with a blood seal which only the Hokage could lock and open. However the seal could be activated by any one who knew how, which were the prison guards and ANBU.

Naruto ignored the others and once again shocked everyone, but Shikamaru as he simply ignored his bed but instead got in to share with Shikamaru and snuggled his head into Shikamaru's shoulder. Shikamaru in turn wrapped his hand around Naruto's waist. The rest decide not asked, but to just get in there own bed and sleep.

Naruto was of course the first to wake and was down in the Great Hall before most, however there was one other person there. Draco Malfoy, who sat at the Slytherin table, waved Naruto over. Naruto skips his way over to him.

"Hey Dracy. How was your night?" he said as he sat opposite Draco.

"Why were you put in Gryffindor?" Draco hissed when he got to the last word. "You should be with me! Why are you even here? I though they kill you." Draco showed a bit of his sadness in his voice towards the end.

"Dracy, Don't be like that…," Naruto looked down at his feet.

"Do you know how worried and scared I was when they caught you! I cried for a weak when I heard you had been executed. Why didn't you even write to say you were alive?" asked Draco

"I couldn't…," started Naruto

"And why not?" asked Draco

"Naruto," said a new voice. Draco and Naruto looked up to see Shikamaru, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville. Naruto look a bit scared at being found like this by Shikamaru.

"I got to go Drac. I'll see you around." said Naruto.

"You would choose him over me?" said a jealous Draco. Naruto turned to him and said something which only Draco could hear. Draco seemed to let it go, as Naruto came to meet them. He then looked down like a kid who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"I thought I said not to go near him!" said Shikamaru. averting back to Japanese.

"I was just being polite." said an upset Naruto.

"I would have never thought you were this weak, to run back to a bastard like him."

"I'm sorry Shikamaru."

"No your not. Come on." he said as he walked other to the Gryffindor table, Naruto at his heals like a kicked puppy. The others decided to just leave it for now.

"Look at today!" groaned Ron. "History of magic, Double Potions, Divination and Double Defence Against the Dark Arts!"

"Not all that bad. I mean we could have had a whole day of getting kill over and over..." said Naruto as if talking for experienced.

"Well…" said Ron., "when you put it like that…"

The day was going well so far. Naruto spent History of Magic attached to Shikamaru's arm, muttering about freaky dead things. Harry guessed he didn't like the ghosts that much.

Potions saw a new Snape: one who spent the lesson checking whether Naruto was keeping to the book and not experimenting. Harry was very interested in Naruto's past as was, for it would seem now that not only was he 'friends' with Malfoy, Snape knew him also.

Divination and Harry teamed up with Naruto to see if he could find some thing more out about Naruto. Dreams were what they were meant to be talking about, but Naruto's were nightmares of random scenes: some where he was the victim and others were he was the offender, but all were scenes of horror. And by the end, Harry had a good idea of where some of the scare came from.

"Good afternoon, class!" Umbridge chirped with all the sickeningly sugar-sweetness she was capable of. This wasn't how she started. No, the first thing she did was insult Naruto and tell him to leave and not come back, which Naruto did after get a circular thing from Shikamaru and shouting 'Fuck you psycho Bitch'.

"Tut, tut," Umbridge said."That won't do, now will it? I would like you to reply, 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge'. One more time. Good afternoon, class!"

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge." The class chanted back in a perfect drone.

"There, now! That wasn't too difficult, was it? Now, wands away, quills out, please."

Umbridge withdrew her own wand from her bag and tapped the blackboard with it. Across the board appeared the words:

"Defence Against the Dark Arts: A Return to Basic Principles."

"Now your teaching in this subject has been rather fragmented over the years, hasn't it?" Umbridge giggled. "So many teachers, and all

of whom seemed to stray from a Ministry-approved curriculum. You're all far behind what we would have expected you to show in your fifth year. As a result, we will be following a structured, theory-centric, Ministry-approved course this year." She tapped the board. "Copy down the following."

Course aims:

1. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic.

2. Learning to recognizing situations in which defensive magic can legally be used.

3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use.

"Does everyone have a copy of 'A defensive Magical Theory' by Wilbert Slinkhard?" A few people in the room muttered affirmative words. "I think we'll try that again. When I asked you a question, I should like you to reply either 'Yes, Professor Umbridge' or 'No, Professor Umbridge. So, I repeat, does everyone have a copy of 'A defensive Magical Theory' by Wilbert Slinkhard?"

"Yes, Professor Umbridge."

"Good! Please turn to page five and read chapter one, 'Basics for Beginners'. There will be no need to talk."

Shikamaru sat and looked like he was reading. 'A teacher who made reading as a lesson can't teach.' he thought to himself. He already hated her because of the Naruto thing earlier. There was total silence, then the rest of the class had started to noticed Hermione's hand, and so Umbridge could ignore her no longer.

"Did you have a question on the chapter, dear?" She asked.

"Not on the reading, no." Hermione stated clearly.

"Well, we're all on the book at the moment, dear, so I would like you to hold any of your other questions until the end of the class."

"It's a question about your course aims."

"And you are…?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Well, Miss Granger, I think if you read the course aims over again, you'll find that they're quite clear."

"I have read them over. , but I haven't seen anything in them about using defensive spells."

"I can't imagine a situation arising in my classroom that would give you the need to use a defensive spell. You surely aren't expecting to be attacked during class, are you Miss Granger?"

"We're not using magic?" Ron yelled. 'And so it starts.' thought Shikamaru. Naruto had said this class would end with Harry in detention, let's see if he was right.

"Students will raise their hands in my class, Mr.-"

"Weasley." Ron put his hand into the air, but Umbridge smiled and turned her back on him. However, now Hermione and Harry's hands were raised.

Umbridge glanced at Harry, but then addressed Hermione again.

"Did you have something else, Miss Granger?"

"Yes, Professor. Surely the point of defence Against the Dark Arts is to practice defensive spells?"

"Are you a Ministry-trained educational expert, Miss Granger?"

There was something to be said about this woman's love for the Ministry.

"No, but-!"

"Then I hardly think that you are one to decide what the point of my class is. Wizards of much higher intelligence than you have made the approved curriculum, and you will be learning defensive spells in a safe, secure, risk-free way-"

"It would hardly be risk-free if we are attacked!" said Harry. Umbridge just ignored him in favour of another hand.

"And your name is?"

"Dean Thomas. It's like what Harry said., If we're going to be attacked, it won't be risk free."

"Do you expect to be attacked during my class?"

"No, but-"

"I do not wish to criticize the way things have been run in this school, but you have been exposed to some very irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed. Not to mention," She gave a cruel little laugh here, "dangerous half-breeds, in which Dumbledore has yet another in this year." She say off handedly. "You have been exposed to complex spells inappropriate to your age group, and potentially lethal. You have been frightened into believing that you could be subjected to dark attacks every other day-"

"No we haven't!" Hermione protested.

"Your hand is not up, Miss Granger!" Hermione clenched her jaw and put up her hand. Umbridge just turned away from her.

"It is my understanding that my predecessor not only performed illegal curses in front of you, but on you-"

"Yeah, well, he turned out to be a maniac, now didn't he?" Dean interjected.

"Your hand is not up, Mr. Thomas!"

"Now…is the view of the Ministry that theoretical knowledge will be more than sufficient to get you through your examination, which,

after all, is what school is all about. and your name is?"

"Parvati Patil. And isn't there a practical section on our examination? Aren't we supposed to be able to show that we can do the counter-curses and other things?"

"If you study the theory hard enough, there's no reason why you shouldn't be able to perform the spells perfectly during controlled exam conditions."

"So we will never get to practice them beforehand."

"I repeat- As long as you have studied the theory hard enough-!"

"And what good will theory be in the real world?" said Harry. loudly

"This is school, Mr. Potter. Not the real world."

"So we're not supposed to be prepared for what's waiting out there?" Harry continued.

"there's nothing waiting out there, Mr. Potter. Who do you imagine would want to attack children such as yourselves?" Harry adopted a mockingly thoughtful expression.

"Maybe Voldemort?"

There was a dead silence. Everyone in the class stared at Harry, many in horror. Umbridge broke the silence first. She was not smiling.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter." Umbridge looked around at her students with an odd look in her eyes. "I want to make something quite plain to you all." She whispered. "You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned. This… Is… A… Lie!"

"It's not a lie! I saw him, I fought him!" Harry protested furiously.

"Detention, Mr. Potter. My office, tomorrow, five o' clock." Umbridge said softly, showing no trace of anger. "This is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you are in no danger from any dark or dangerous forces. If you are frightened about this, come speak to me. If someone is spreading lies about any dark wizards returning, please tell me. I am here to help. Now please return to your reading."

Harry stood up.

"Harry, no!" Hermione hissed, trying to grab the back of his robes and pull him down again. Harry wouldn't be moved.

"So according to you and the Ministry, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord, did he?" The dead silence was back.

Umbridge did not look pleased at all.

"Cedric Diggory's death," She said in her quietest voice, "was a tragic accident."

"It was murder and you know it!"

For a moment, everyone waited with bated breath. They all expected Umbridge to do something extreme, like curse him or shriek at him. Instead, however, she turned on her heel and strode up to her desk, sitting down and pulling out a piece of pink parchment paper.

"Come here, Mr. Potter, dear. I want you to take this to Professor McGonagall."

voice said, looking at the scene.

i know pittey much copyed form book but hay it as importas in the book so i could read leve it out

also thank to kittyore9 for betaing it,