Crossover - Hogwarts, Reborn
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"May my friend and I sit here?" Green eyes implored him to answer positively.
Kakashi, sentimental enough to connect green eyes to Sakura and red hair to Kushina, really had only one answer. "By all means, sit."
The girl flashed a smile as she pulled out of the compartment to call out "Sev! I found one!" before dragging her trunk in with her and proceeding to struggle with putting it up.
Smiling behind his scarf at the muttering that reminded him of an annoyed Uzumaki, he got up and helped her- noting a dark haired, sour-faced boy entering as they wrestled her trunk into place. "Want help with your trunk before I sit down?"
"I can handle it." the boy snapped out and Kakashi sat, noting that the girl was able to help without scorn.
Red hair smiled, "Thank you for helping, I am Lily Evans and this is my friend Severus Snape."
"Maa, I can't turn my back on a pretty girl in need now can I?" He questioned cheerfully before introducing himself. "Sirius Black, Miss Evans- may I say that it is the utmost pleasure to meet you?"
Evans' eyes narrowed even as she flushed slightly, Snape looking mulish. "Don't think flattery will get you into my good books Mr. Black, it is quite the opposite actually."
"Shame." Kakashi mock-mourned before asking. "You're civilian-raised?"
She paused at that, Snape's brow furrowed in confusion before clearing only to cloud over in protective anger that was waiting to be unleashed, then asked, "Do you mean muggle-born?"
"Yes." he said, smothering a wince at the slip; spending a lifetime thinking of people as either shinobi or civilians (with the odd samurai) made him think in terms of magical and civilian rather then wizard and muggle.
The girl blinked, face clouding over as she glanced at her friend before sticking her chin into the air stubbornly. "Yes I am, is that a problem Mr. Black?"
"Not particularly." he answered easily, "But you probably should ask one of the nicer adults to put a feather-light charm on your trunk so it doesn't give you so much trouble next time."
Evans let out a small "Oh." as Snape's face reddened slightly, probably as he didn't think of it, before she rallied. "You come from an all wizard family? Um, a 'clean-blood' I think?"
"Pureblood." he corrected. "Yes I am, the Blacks are a Most Ancient and Noble family. Do you know about the Houses? Where you wish to be sorted?"
She accepted the topic change though Snape tensed even further. "I do know of them, Sev has told me a lot about Hogwarts. I'd want to be in Ravenclaw- I think having people who could challenge me intellectually would be good for me. Sev wants to go to Slytherin since it was his mum's House. What about you?"
"My family have all been sorted into Slytherin, no Black hasn't gone there." he said in place of an answer. "Which class are you looking forwards to the most?"
Snape, who was doing a remarkable impression of an Uchiha, bit out a swift "Defense Against the Dark Arts." at his friend's prompting.
"Charms." Evans answered promptly. "It's just seems so interesting and versatile!"
Kakashi hummed in acknowledgement. "It is, though I am looking forwards to Transfiguration more."
He kept a steady conversation going for nearing an hour before retreating to his side of the compartment, stirring briefly to buy a snack of licorice wands from the trolley, to read Malecrit's 'Hélas, Je me suis Transfiguré mes Pieds' that Grandmother Black bought in celebration of his Hogwarts letter- as the entire family had been rather pleased having thought, due to his control learned from chakra usage, he was a squib until then. He kept an ear on the two but, as it mainly consisted of equal scolding ("Really, Sev, you should act more friendly!" "You need to be careful Lily, we got lucky with Black but not all Purebloods are kind to muggle-borns."), he paid it little attention in the wake of deciphering the story written in a language he had barely started learning (it was a hit and miss of what he got but he had always been rather stubborn).
"First years?" a teen in uniform that had red and gold added said, popping into their compartment shortly before the train had started slowing down. "Well, you're all already dressed so you don't have to worry about that. We'll be arriving shortly, leave your stuff on the train- it'll be in your dorm once you've been sorted. You'll be called upon getting off, firsties go a different way than the rest so be sure to keep an ear out lest you get lost."
Evans near vibrated in nervous tension as the train came to a stop, clutching onto a pale-faced Snape as they disembarked, Kakashi followed them as he continued reading- internally bemoaning the lack of Icha Icha- noting that there quite a few first year students.
"Firs' years!" a giant of a man boomed. "Firs' years to me!"
They were led to the edge of a lake where small boats sat, scrambling into them where in the three of them were joined by a quiet boy who muttered a quick "Remus Lupin" at Evans' prodding before hunching into himself in silence and scurrying away as soon as they reached land. They were handed over to a stern-looking woman that was addressed as Professor McGonagall whom escorted them as she told the that they were to be sorted shortly, they were to behave and that they were capable of earning- or losing- points for their House before disappearing just long enough for ghosts to introduce themselves.
He suspected the entire thing was scripted and rehearsed.
"Come now," McGonagall said, ushering them onwards. "The sorting ceremony is about to begin."
There were a lot of people, students segregated by House tables with staff overlooking them at their table, but even more candles floating above to act as light (idly he wondered at the odds of getting hit by dripping candle wax) and beneath the ceiling that acted much like a window to show the weather outside. What drew his attention was the hat that sat upon a stool, the brim opening to form a mouth and then proceeded to sing. If he were to be honest, it was frightening that children were routinely subjected to it- child soldiers shinobi may raise but a child's mind was a place not touched.
"Abbott, Michael!"
A blond boy scrambled onto the stool where McGonagall set the hat upon his head and the hat's brim wrinkled in thought before wrenching open to shout "HUFFLEPUFF!" and sending Abbott running to the cheering table.
Edgar Bones also went to Hufflepuff but Ali Bashir went to Gryffindor while Rachel Bagshot and Bathsheda Babbling went to Ravenclaw- Alvik Avery and his cousin, Narcissa Black, went to Slytherin before it was his turn.
"Black, Sirius!"
Kakashi took his seat, noting that only Slytherin was paying attention and he amused himself with the thought of how shocked everyone will be of a Black not going to Slytherin. Naruto would be proud of such a prank.
"Oh," the Sorting Hat murmured in surprise. "This is new. A reincarnation! A ninja one from a different world at that!"
"I was told that this would remain confidential." He stated mentally, deciding to address the entire thing as he would a Yamanaka whom had gone into his mind.
The hat was indignant, "What I learn is kept to myself! Not even the Founders learned what I found! I am here to sort not gossip!"
"Peace, Hat-san." Kakashi interrupted. "I had to be certain, a Shinobi's paranoia has carried on with me I am afraid. "
"Indeed." It allowed. "I see that you have no intention of going to Slytherin and, while you would fit in well there, I agree that it wouldn't help for what you have in mind- the same could be said for Ravenclaw. Gryffindor or Hufflepuff would be best…hmm…you are brave but I do not think Gryffindor would be best- your 'shinobi paranoia' would not do well with that kind of attention. You are loyal and hold that quality above all others, for all your genius you are also hardworking- a safe haven will be good for you, maybe you can come to embrace and accept this life. Yes, I am certain that you belong in HUFFLEPUFF!"
The word was shouted aloud and the hat manage to murmur "Good luck Kakashi. Head east when you can, you may feel more at home there." before McGonagall got over her shock enough to take the hat.
He walked to his table in silence, glad that his grin was hidden.
Andromeda Black broke the stillness with her clapping, prompting her younger sister Narcissa to politely clap though the eldest Black sister, Bellatrix, remained stubbornly silent- Hufflepuff followed their example until McGonagall continued with the sorting.