AN: This is my first time trying any kind of creative writing so Ill happily accept any feedback you may offer!

This is a story based on an idea I had reading all these harry transported to the narutoverse fanfics. what if he came a lot earlier, what if he came as a fully trained wizard?

Hikari of Konoha

The village of Konoha, livelier than most of the hidden villages. If you were to ask why this is, the answer you would receive would differ greatly depending whom you asked. Were you to ask the Hokage, he would tell you it's because the will of fire burns so brightly in its people.

The Hokage is the kind of man who believes in the good of people and loves every member of his village. The Hokage like most shinobi knows the value of secrets and disinformation.

Secrets in Shinobi villages rarely remain such for long and are therefore classified by importance, starting at D and going up to A with S being a special class of secrets that are only ever accessible to the elder council. Unfortunately, even such secrets eventually leak.

What makes Konoha special in this regard is that they have a "true secret" meaning it cannot be shared. Only the Hokage has access to this secret he cannot share.

Not will not share or is unwilling to share, but physically cannot share.

This has him quite frustrated at this moment because of his inability to enforce the other side of the contract that binds him to silence. With the downfall of the strongest clan in Konoha, the village is vulnerable.

The military might of Konoha was the only deterrence stopping the start of another Shinobi world war. Now, even its allies are flexing their political muscles and throwing veiled threats around.

The contract in front of him could fix this, as it binds a powerful ally to Konoha and could keep it from being destroyed.

The Hokage speaks aloud to the seemingly empty room.

"Inu, could you join me please?"

A lone figure wearing a porcelain mask and black robes appears in the middle of the room without a sound and kneels before the old man behind the desk.

"Hokage-Sama?"

"the rest of you are dismissed."

A breeze blows through the room and out a window that was closed a second ago. The old man glances meaningfully in the direction of the shadows beneath a window and speaks again.

"That means you too, tell Danzo I will discuss this matter with him personally when I can."

When he is confident they are alone he activates the ancient protections placed on the office and they can speak privately, a rare thing in the shinobi world.

"Kakashi san, I have a special mission for you."

The man in the black robes stands and removes his hood and porcelain mask to reveal a single smiling eye and a mane of silver hair, the rest of his face hidden behind cloth mask and an angled hitai ate.

While the old man knows he cannot share the secret he still tries, and his tongue starts cramping painfully in response.

"HNN-Grlable"

"Hokage-sama, are you alright?"

The old man scowls at the contract on the desk in front of him and answers.

"no Kakashi san, but I think we the document in front of me can fix that."

Kakashi simply flashes an eye-smile and looks down to the Hokage's desk, only to find a very old but very blank piece of parchment.

"it's empty…"

The Hokage scowls at the contract again and sighs deeply.

"no it's not... it is however, protected"

"protected how?" Kakashi asks somewhat indulgently.

"I can't explain it, perhaps if I write it down…" The Hokage grabs a blank scroll and a brush and scribbles for a moment. Once finished looks over his work with a pleased smile and hands the scroll to the younger man.

Kakashi looks down at the scroll and after a moment looks up at the Hokage and asks?

"are you sure about this Hokage-sama?"

"Of course I am certain!"

Kakashi sighs deeply and says "you are a meddling old fool and should keep your nose out of other people's business."

"How dare you speak to me like that? We have to do this for the good of the village!"

Kakashi smiles his eye-smile and answers, scratching the back of his head "I am simply following your instructions Hokage-sama." He then gestures to the scroll in his hand.

"What? Give me that!" The Hokage snatches the scroll back and reads. "Tell the Hokage that he is a meddling old fool and should keep his nose out of other people's business."

The Hokage scowls deeply at the scroll, he seems to be scowling at a lot of paper lately, and says. "I should have known it wouldn't be that simple…"

"I'm going to have to be vague it seems…" The Hokage takes a moment to gather his thoughts and starts slowly.

"kakashi… Konoha has a powerful ally," The old man taps the tattered piece of parchment in front of him meaningfully. "to help in times of need. Recruit Jiraya and make use of his spy network to bring this ally to me. Unfortunately, little was ever known of this ally, some has been lost to time and what little I have I cannot tell you." The Hokage lights his pipe and seems lost in thought for a moment.

Kakashi feels his shoulders drop with every sentence and frowns deeply. "not much to go on, is it?"

"Hokage-sama, the… contract seems very old, can we be sure this ally is even still alive?"

"that's it!" the Hokage exclaims and smacks the table in triumph. "if our ally had perished, the protections would likely have broken. I believe age is the way you will find our ally. This document has been in the possession of every Hokage since the founding of Konoha. Investigate tales of long lived old men."

"Hnn, that could work." Kakashi agreed, scratching his chin.

The Hokage gives a content smile, deactivates the privacy barrier and puffs his pipe. "you should go Kakashi, good luck!"

Kakashi replaces his mask and hood and with a bow and a swirling of leaves vanishes from the office.

Jiraya was really enjoying himself when that silver haired brat had to ruin everything.

They had agreed to meet there for dinner but as there was no sign of him he decided to get started by himself.

There he was, several hours later, his arm trapped between the shapely thighs of the buxom blonde he was serving sake to while enjoying the neck rub the tall brunette in his lap was giving him.

Then that bastard Kakashi had to come and utterly destroy the mood by having those dogs of his rushing through the place, flipping tables and scratching the carpeting.

Standing there in the centre of the chaos he brought, dripping with insincerity.

"ah, sorry I'm late, I had to help a dog over the street and this stray old lady started following me…"

Jiraya sighs deeply, he won't be welcome back there again…

To be fair it did get him out of paying and the kid did swipe a couple of bottles so he can't be too hard on the brat. The night is nice and the sake is still good so Jiraya decides curiosity trumps any regrets he might have about the direction his evening is headed.

"Ne Gaki! why did ya hafta screw that up for me this time!?"

Kakashi flashes an eye-smile at his elder over his small cup.

"Please relax Jiraya-sama, there are plenty of gentlemen's clubs in tea-country, being banned from one won't hurt much."

"There was a special mission request from the Hokage, and I have need of your spy-network. You heard about the recent tragedy?"

Jiraya's face takes on a sombre look, contrasting his sake flushed cheeks starkly.

"aye, It's true then? An entire clan slaughtered, by a child no less?"

Kakashi nods and takes another sip through the small hole in his facemask.

"Uchiha Itachi, a recent addition to ANBU, only been a Chuunin for a year before they swiped him up. You know better than most the position the loss of our strongest clan has put us in, especially so soon after the Kyuubi attack. We need to be perceived as strong again before someone tries to take advantage of our position."

Jiraya nods and takes a deep swallow from the bottle he has been nursing.

"And the Hokage believes he has found a way to accomplish this?"

"yes, apparently there is an ally we are to recruit. A very old man by the sound of things."

Jiraya looks up one eyebrow raised and gives Kakashi an incredulous look.

"An old ally… What do we have to work with?"

Kakashi's eye-smile grows and he simply answers.

"that's it!"

"Watta ya mean that's it? That's all we have to go on to find this Fossil?"

"Well, we do know he was at least recognised as an adult seventy-four years ago during the founding of Konoha."

"how do ya figure that?"

Kakashi scratched his chin contemplatively.

"as far as I can tell from my meeting with the Hokage, this ally signed a contract that only a the current Hokage can read. The third then told me it's been in the possession of every Hokage, so I figure he must have signed it with Harashima Senju."

"well shit, he's gotta be at least in his nineties then? Is he gonna be in any shape to help like that?"

"Dunno, but the Hokage seems to think so, maybe there is something in the contract he can't mention? Does not really matter to us though, we have to find him either way."

(Sometime later)

"Hey Old-timer, You sure about this?"

The shrivelled old man sitting on his grandson's shoulders shakes his fist in agitation and nearly falls.

"There's nothing wrong with my memr'y yet brat! I'm tellin ya fifty-eight years ago, this brat barges into my shop complaining about the heat. He then tries to seduce my Minako-chan and- "The man's grandson jostles his shoulders and looks up at his grandfather."

"Jiji, you have only been married for fifty-one years remember, we celebrated your fiftieth anniversary last year. Half the village was there."

"There's nothing wrong with my memr'y yet brat! She was always my Minako-chan, don't let her tell ya otherwise. Now shaddap and let me tell the story!"

The old man slaps his chest dramatically and almost falls again.

"Now lemme tell ya, this kid has the nerve to tell my wife" this punctuated with a sharp kick to his grandson's side. "to bake him pastry! Who does that?! What kind of bastard demands pastries from another man's wif-"

"Stop yer shoutin ye shrivled prune!"

Shouting at the tiny man on his grandson's shoulders, a very large woman in her late sixties comes running out of the small inn hefting a ladle like a mace over her head.

"Yer tellin the story wrong, that's not what happened at all! I was flirting with him; you were just the creepy owner trying to take advantage of the pretty new waitress. Anyway, he asked what kinds of sweets we sold and ordered dango, when I brought them out I asked if they were his favorite. He told me he liked em enough but his favourite was this tart I never heard of so I asked him for a recipe and hinted we might start making it if it was well received. At this point I was doing anything to get him to come back and visit us again, I was completely smitten with those dreamy green eyes."

The very large woman hugged herself at this point and shivered visibly.

"he did get me that recipe and the Syrup tart sells quite well, he still has us deliver a batch to his home every week, even though nobody has seen him for many years. The money is always waiting on the porch with a little handwritten note."

Jiraya was grimacing at the woman's statuesque frame the entire time but managed to school his features as she finished her story.

"do you think you could show us where he lives?" he asked the gathered people.

The tiny old man dug his feet into his grandson and shook his fist at Jiraya.

"Whatta ya want with that no good wifestealer?! We aint going there for a long while so ya gotta wait- "

"but Jiji, we are supposed to make the next delivery this afternoon, did you forget?"

"There's nothing wrong with my memr'y yet brat!"

The old man sighs dramatically "Fine, ya can come but ya better behave!"

A few hours later they were on their way, Jiraya and Kakashi acting as escort and following in the trees.

"Jiraya-sama, it's been a year since we got sent on this fool's errand. Besides they described a kid they saw last fifty years ago. He would have been too young to be the one we're looking for."

"Where is the trust gone? Perceptions shift over the years; they were probably exaggerating."

Pretty soon they arrived at a large clearing with a small one story house at the other end, the house had a large porch surrounding it made in a light wood. There was a strange sense about the place, something almost ethereal or otherworldly.

As they approached there were several signs stuck in the ground along the path leading up to the house. The first sign read:

"No solicitors, No Fanatics, No help wanted."

The next sign stated:

"Enter, stranger, but take heed of what awaits the sin of greed, for those who take, but do not earn, must pay most dearly in their turn. So if you seek beneath our floors A treasure that was never yours, Thief, you have been warned, beware of finding more than treasure there."

"Well, that's weird… Do you think he's expecting thieves?" Kakashi tilts his head as he reads.

"It gets worse boya!" The old man nearly falls again in his exited shouting.

The following sign reads: "Never tickle a sleeping dragon!"

"He sure has a flair for dramatics, remind you of anyone Jiraya-sama?" Kakashi asked, happy eye-smile firmly in place.

Jiraya simply grumbles and picks up the pace. Soon they reach the last sign, nailed to the porch railing, it reads:

"Only Treacle Tart beyond this point! That means no Shinobi! I'm talking to you, Cyclops and Kabuki! Last warning!"

The large man carrying the tarts and his grandfather bends down to study the sign.

"That's strange, it didn't have that last part when we were here before."

Jiraya took an offended pose and pointed at the sign dramatically.

"Who is a Kabuki!?"

"bwahahaha, maybe I was mistaken, kids got a sense of humor!" The old man finally fell from his grandson's back laughing.

Kakashi simply sat back on his haunches and studied the porch for traps. The large man picked up the note and counted the money before putting down the tarts.

By this point Kakashi had decided no traps were to be found and stood again wiping non-existent dust from his pants. Meanwhile the tiny old man, still giggling, was being picked up by his grandson.

The mismatched pair quickly turns to leave money in hand.

A few minutes pass and then with a faint pop of displaced air a young man appears on the porch in front of the tarts. There was no sense of movement or any early warning that he was coming the way shunshin appears to trained shinobi.

Jiraya and Kakashi both fell into a defensive stance and started assessing the threat.

The young man was wearing a thin white cotton haori jacket and a pair of wide white shorts underneath. When he bent to pick up the tarts the jacket flapped open to reveal he was bare underneath and briefly flashed a tattoo of some kind done in geometrical shapes.

As he righted himself, the young man finally noticed the two men stationed at his porch in combative stances.

"oh? You're still here?" He took a moment to study the two men and turned to the sign, pausing to read. He turned back snickering slightly once more looking Jiraya over before glancing at Kakashi and frowning.

"damn sign is malfunctioning again…" he once more turns and this time slaps the sign with a resounding thwack! "Oy! He's clearly just hiding his other eye you broken piece of firewood!"

Suddenly the sign flashes a bright white and changes to read: "Only Treacle Tart beyond this point! That means no Shinobi! I'm talking to you, Shy guy and Kabuki! Last warning!"

The young man hums and after a moment nods decisively before turning back to the two men.

"forgive my rudeness, I had to discipline the sign for misbehaving. Now, what can I do for you?"

Kakashi was the first to compose himself and simply waved away any notion that anything out of the ordinary had occurred. "oh no, we were just curious after hearing the syrup tart story and wanted to see the old man that came up with the recipe."

"really? You sure there is no other reason two shinobi, from Konohagakure no Sato, found their way here?"

The young man eyed them sceptically for a moment before sighing and taking a seat on the porch.

"damn, I knew this treacle addiction would eventually be my undoing… Well you found me, might as well take a seat and try the tart while you tell me why you're really here?"

The young man gestured with his empty hand and a low table appeared on the porch. The youth busied himself with unpacking the tart and paid no mind to the two gaping shinobi.

Both caught their chins and quickly tried to dispel the illusion without results... Jiraya shot a glance at Kakashi who seemed just as stunned. Apparently that was not one of the many techniques the copy-ninja had encountered before. All the more intriguing was that the lad had done it without handseals.

"That was some jutsu lad" Jiraya said a genial smile on his face as he moved to touch the table. Confirming that it in fact was real wood. He waved Kakashi over and they each took a seat at the newly appeared table.

"You could call it a part of my bloodline limit, that's the only way I managed to explain it to shinobi before…" The young man made another vague hand gesture and the syrupy tart he had finished unpacking split into pieces, three of which began to hover toward each seated man and just as they were about to land, small flowery plates appeared beneath them.

"Now, why have you come to visit?"