Heyyo! A Harry Potter and Naruto Crossover! I've been reading a few of these where ANBU/mentally troubled Kakashi goes to Hogwarts to protect Harry/Hogwarts. So, I had a thought. What if a team went. But they were hired by a worried mother because her baby boy has been ordered to kill someone. Rings a bell? Yeah. Narcissa Malfoy hires a team of four shinobi to protect her son during this difficult year at Hogwarts.

Hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters here. They belong to J.K.R for the whole Wizarding World of Harry Potter. And our wonderful Team belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

Narcissa walked down the street, hood pulled over her head. It was to protect her from the rain, but also to protect her identity. Who knows who's watching these days.
She had left Draco home for a bit of studying before he went back to Hogwarts. For probably the last year. Draco, the little boy she taught to ride a broom. The boy she raised and cared for. The young man who cared for her in his father's absence. Her son was ordered to kill a man.
Not just any man. But a man everyone knew about. One who's death ensured the victory of the Dark Lord. Draco Malfoy, age sixteen, still too young, was ordered to kill Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, or else.

Draco needed help. Whether he wanted it or not.

Narcissa looked up at the wet building in front of her. It looked like every other building around. Tall, about three stories tall, built with dark bricks for decoration. The front knocker looked to be hand-crafted out of steel. She lifted her hand and knocked five times like instructed in a letter. She waited, counting to five in her head, before leaning close to the door and muttered a single question. Just loud enough for whoever was behind the door to hear.

"When is it best to strike?" She asked. If she didn't get an answer, or got the wrong answer, she's apparate away immediately.

"When the moon's back is turned." Came the reply from the other side of the door.

Narcissa stepped back politely as the door opened, letting out a sigh of relief. A man with unbelievably bright blonde hair was there. And she thought her husband's hair was bright as a blonde could go. His eyes were a bright blue and the rest of his face was rather handsome. He was dressed in a long-sleeved dark blue shirt that was tightened in two places and matching pants that were bunched up near the bottom as well. Underneath his bright yellow bangs was a metal plate. It held an unfamiliar swirl design. One from a village she hasn't encountered in the past.

"Please, come in Malfoy-san," he said with a smile as he stepped to the side "we have tea ready for you."

Narcissa nodded politely. She could clearly hear the accent in his voice. He sounded like someone who has been speaking English for less than a month. "Thank you," She said "also, I thank you for accepting my request for aid. You have no idea how much this means to me."

The man smiled, holding out a hand as Narcissa took off her wet coat. "We're happy to help. Come in so we can get properly..." He paused as if not knowing what to say to finish his sentence.

"Acquainted." Came a younger voice from just down the hall.

The man chuckled. "Thank you, Kakashi. And yes, properly... acquainted."

Narcissa smiled as she followed the man down the hall. They came to a small sitting room where three kids sat. They all looked about the same age, the age of a fourth year it looked like. Maybe younger. And they all had the same metal swirl on their forehead,

"My name's Uchiha Obito, miss." A boy stood up to greet her immediately. He had a mess of black hair and one dark black eye. His left eye was covered by a black eyepatch, with the right side of his face showing multiple scars. It was unnerving how brightly he smiled, even with those kinds of scars on his face. He held out a hand and Narcissa took it, smiling at him gently. What had this boy done in the past to get those? She knew it wasn't her business but...
"Don't worry about the scars, miss. It was just a little accident," The boy said still smiling brightly. His outfit was dark blue and orange. A jacket, a mesh shirt underneath, and black pants.

Next was the girl. "My name's Nohara Rin. Pleasure." She had shoulder length brown hair and soft brown eyes. On her cheeks were two purple rectangles. Marks of some sort. She wore a black shirt with sleeves that went to her elbows and a white apron-looking thing around her waist that fell down to her knees. Black shorts were underneath this apron/skirt thing. Narcissa smiled at her as well before turning to the final kid.

"Hatake Kakashi." He said bluntly, not even trying to sound cheerful. His metal headband was tilted so it covered his left eye, same as Obito. His hair was gravity-defying with a silver/gray look to it that swayed slightly to the left. His right eye looked emotionless, almost. It wasn't empty or sad, but blank. It was a familiar look for Narcissa, but seeing it on a child this size was slightly disturbing. He wore a short-sleeved dark blue shirt with matching pants that went past his knees. On his arms were some sort of long black gloves with metal armguards. Across his chest was two leather straps that made an X across his chest. That's probably what held the small sword on his back.

"He's a jerk. Don't mind him." Obito said as he sat back down at his place around the table.

Narcissa nodded, smiling at Kakashi before turning towards the adult.

"And I'm Namikaze Minato. The captain of this team," he smiled. "Let's get down to business, shall we?" He motioned to one of the two empty chairs.

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Harry Potter was glad to be walking onto the scarlet train at King's Cross Station. He looked over his shoulder at Molly Weasley as she was starting to run along the track. "Be good," she said. "And stay safe!" She waved after her before she and her husband were out of sight.

Molly Weasley was like a mother to him. His own mother had died, and his aunt wasn't too great. So the redhead woman was what he had. Molly was the mother of his best friend who was in his year, and his entire family as well.

As Harry walked down the train, he felt and saw the shameless stares. People didn't even try to hide it. It was bad before because ever since he was one he was popular by his scar and his name. The Boy Who Lived. Vanquished the dark lord and brought peace to the wizarding world. Last year, Harry was a crazy fool. Should be put behind bars. Was training an army against the Ministry. But this year, it was because he was once again, a hero. A kid who broke into the Ministry of Magic and fought off Death Eaters. He was the "Chosen One" now.

And his reward was losing his godfather. And shameless stares.

He had tried to get Ginny Weasley to sit with him, but she had a date with her boyfriend Dean Thomas. Harry wasn't sure if he was her boyfriend anymore or not. She's been in more relationships than he has.

"Hi, Harry!"

He turned around to see an old friend. Neville Longbottom. Neville was also there that night. He broke into the Ministry with him and not only fought a Death Eater, but he also proved how strong he had become.

"Hello Harry," said a blonde girl behind Neville. Luna Lovegood. She was also there at the Ministry. Everyone believed her to be mental. Talking about invisible creatures and things that no one could see.

"Hi Luna," Harry said. "How are you?"

"Very well, thank you." The girl smiled. In her hands was a magazine. One that her father was the editor of. The Quibbler. Harry was rather fond of the Quibbler. He even gave them an exclusive interview earlier.

"Let's find seats, shall we?" He said. And the trio began walking.

A few steps later a compartment door slammed open right in front of Harry and a boy stumbled out, falling backward and landing, his back hitting the sturdy surface behind him. He was dressed in a strange outfit. Even for Muggles and Wizards. He had a pouch on the back of his belt, and a black box-like thing tied to his thigh. On his forehead was some sort of metal headband. He glared at whoever was in the compartment and started shouting in another language. Harry couldn't understand him, but it probably was for the better from the tone of voice and the glare.

Harry just watched in confusion as the boy pulled something out of his pocket, but it wasn't a wand. Before he could get a good look at what it was, a voice snapped from inside the compartment, just out of Harry's sight.

"Incarcerous."

"Kakashi!" The now tied up boy yelled. At least, that's what it sounded like. The accent was thick and foreign. It could've been a word, a name, a spell. Harry didn't know.

"Oh! We are very sorry!" A girl came out, speaking very choppy English. She picked up the tied up boy and carried him back into the compartment. She had short brown hair and brown eyes. On her face were two strange marks.

Once the girl disappeared into the compartment, the door closed.

Harry looked at Neville, who looked equally confused. Luna had her head tilted slightly and she was staring at the closed door.

"Notice anything Luna?" Harry asked as he began walking again. They couldn't be first-years. They couldn't know any spells like that. He was sure Hermione learned it in the third year, maybe second. But that was Hermione Granger, smartest witch of their time.

"He was speaking in Japanese. I couldn't pick up most of the words, but it wasn't nice." Luna said. "And that was a blade he had pulled out." She added calmly.

"A knife?!" Neville started. "What in the bloody world did he have a blade for?"

"I don't know," Luna said calmly. "Maybe it was because he was knocked out of the compartment."

"Do you think that's what happened?" Harry asked. "He was pushed out of the compartment."

"Well, maybe. Or he fell. It's none of my business."

Harry nodded. "Yeah." He paused as saw the compartment was empty. Thankfully.

He helped get everyone's trunk in the overhead before he sat down across from Neville with Luna sitting closest to the window. Once everyone had settled down, Neville and Harry were talking when Trevor tried to make a break for freedom again. Which left Neville groping under the seat for his toad.

He barely remembered when the fourth year girls came in. As soon as they had offered him a seat in their compartment, he gave them the cold reply of "They are my friends." The girls left almost immediately.

He does remember when a girl opened up the compartment. It was the same girl from before. A transfer student, right? Her breathing was a bit louder, but that was it. She's probably been running down the train from who knows where.

"I'm supposed to deliver these to Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter," she said handing the scrolls of parchment to the two boys. "See you there" she smiled before she was off, running rather quickly.

"What is it?" Ron demanded, trying to read it before Harry even opened it. Harry noticed that her English sounded a lot better for some reason. A charm maybe? Or was it an act before?

"An invitation?" Said a confused Harry.

"Who's Professor Slughorn?" Neville asked.

"New professor," Harry sighed after he read. Lunch in Compartment C, it looked like. "We might as well go."

Neville looked confused and didn't stand up. "What's he want with me? I can understand you. But why me?"

"No idea," Harry answered honestly. Then he had an idea related to an earlier conversation on Malfoy's strange behavior. "Let's go under my Invisibility Cloak. Get a peek at what Malfoy's doing on our way."

It was a futile quest, though. The corridor was packed with people. It was impossible to move around while wearing the cloak. He had stored it safely away before he continued down the corridor. People darted out of their compartments to take a look at him as he passed by. Accept for Cho Chang who ran into her compartment instead.

When they finally reached Compartment C, Harry could see he and Neville weren't the only ones invited.

"Harry, m' boy!" Slughorn greeted. Harry had a feeling he was greeted the warmest out of who was there so far. "Good to see you, good to see you!" Then he turned to Neville. "You must be Mr. Longbottom!"

Harry looked at Neville to see he was visibly nervous, and probably scared. Then Harry went to look around the room at the other occupants there. Ginny, he recognized but was confused as to why she was there as well. And a Slytherin boy in his year.

As Slughorn went to introduce everyone, Harry barely noticed three figures slip in silently. Their feet made no noise as they walked. It was the three kids again. The transfer students. Harry ignored Slughorn as he began interrogating each person at the table. The boy with silver hair would say something and the other two would respond. It was as if they were practicing something.

"Harry! Where to begin with you!" Slughorn grinned as he went to Harry. Then the older man went to a long rant. "I remember when-well after that terrible night- Lily- James- and you survived- and word is that you must have powers beyond the ordinary-"

Zabini, a Slytherin coughed in what was clearly supposed to be amused skepticism. And the angry voice replied to him.

"Yeah, Zabini. Like you're so talented. At posing." Ginny glared at the Slytherin.

Harry sighed, closing his eyes.

"I know you said we should practice our English, but anyone could hear us."

"Over him? No way."

"Maah. Fine."

Harry opened his eyes again to see the kids were talking. They were speaking in English then switched back to...(Japanese Luna said?). He'd rather listen to the kids than Slughorn at the moment as he went on and on about more anecdotes and illustrious wizards Slughorn had taught.

Finally, Harry began to listen when one of these kids stepped up, clearing his throat. It was the silver-haired boy. The room went silent as if they just now realized the kids were there.

"Ah! I forgot you kids were here!" Slughorn said, standing up a bit too quickly as he rushed over to them. Harry noticed they all took half a step back. "Everyone, these three are transfer students from Japan. Anyone know where that is?"

"It's on the other side of the Asian continent," Ginny answered. "Or something like that."

Slughorn nodded. "Good. Good. These guys may look small, but they are amazing at their magic. It's completely different than ours. Wandless, most of it."

The boy coughed a bit as if reminding the Professor of something.

"Ah, yes. This is Kakashi Hatake. He's what you'd call and prodigy, from what I've heard. Very powerful for his young age."

Now that Harry got a closer look at him, he could see that Kakashi was very bored. His right eye was the only thing that was shown. His left eye was covered by his metal headband. From his nose down was covered by a black mask. He wore a sweater that looked too big for him and his black pants fell a little past his knees.

Kakashi just nodded a greeting as Slughorn moved onto the next kid. The boy with black hair who had fallen out of the compartment.

"This boy is Obito Uchiha. He comes from a very powerful bloodline, from what I'm told. But, the poor boy lost his eye in an accident."

Obito looked very unhappy with that last part. Actually, he looked unhappy period. With Slughorn's hand on the boy's shoulder and how tense he looked. He was unhappy. Harry didn't notice the black cloth that was over Obito's left eye. It seemed to go with his headband.

"And last, but not least is Rin Nohara. Her wandless magic is amazing, despite her family not being as powerful as Obito's." It looked like he wanted to say more but Kakashi and Obito were glaring at him. He had his arm around the very uncomfortable-looking girl. She wore a black shirt and a white skirt. Sort of like regular uniform.

"It's getting dark already, " Slughorn moved quickly back to the table after he had talked so much more and annoyed Harry even more. "You'd better go off and change into your robes."

Harry stood up and left with Neville and Ginny behind Rin and Obito. Kakashi didn't seem to be with them.

"So glad that's over," Neville muttered.

"Yeah..." Harry agreed. "How come you ended up in there, Ginny?" He asked, subtly changing the topic from their new professor.

"He saw me hex Zacharias Smith," Ginny said with a shrug. "He kept asking what happened at the Ministry until he annoyed me and I hexed him."

Harry smiled at his younger friend.

"Thought I was going to get detention when Slughorn came in. When in fact he invited me to dinner. Mad, eh?" Ginny smiled back.