Disclaimer: I own neither Naruto nor Harry Potter.

Revised 6/09.

A Simple Mistake
By: TF

Chapter 01: Of Demons and Summoning Spells

Moving forward could be broken down into a series of easily repeated movements. Look forward, find next branch large enough to support his weight, crouch, release chakra, spring forward, flare chakra, stick to next branch, and repeat. Simple really, not much thought needed when he'd perfected this skill years ago. So easy that he could even increase his speed until the surroundings consisted of green and brown blurs and even the wind had become nothing but static background noise.

His feet hit and stuck to the next branch before he crouched and sprang off, landing on the next branch with an angry thud. He was angry, so angry that his movements were fueled with so much unnecessary force that he was leaving his teammates behind, that he barely had time enough to make solid contact with the next branch before he was off again. It was too much to stop for even just a minute, too much to calm down and think rationally, too much to listen to his teammates as they yelled for him to slow down until they could catch up.

Furious thoughts swirled through his mind, circling each other and going nowhere because there was nowhere to go. Again he was going to be too late. Too late to stop the attack, to save his friend, to convince his teammate to stay. Sunagakure was three days away, three fucking days. That was three days that Gaara was stuck in the hands of those Akatsuki bastards. He wasn't going to let those fruity, cape-wearing, fashion rejects kill the only person so similar to himself. Gaara wasn't going to die alone, wasn't going to end up abandoned like he had been all of his life, wasn't going to be left to die in the hands of enemies.

"Naruto!"

The shout caught him off guard, almost sending him tumbling through the canopy before he managed to catch himself, using chakra to stabilize his footing. With a snarl he whipped around, teeth bared for a moment before he remembered that he was traveling with his teammates.

"Naruto, we can't keep up this pace. You need to slow down, wearing yourself out won't do anyone any good," Kakashi's visible eye was narrowed in an unreadable fashion, making Naruto want to bolt again just to spite the jounin.

"We're wasting time," Naruto snapped, fists balling at his sides as he watched Sakura and Temari come up behind them out of the corner of his eyes. "Every minute we spend here is a minute that Gaara is in the hands of those cape-wearing bastards! I can't allow that to happen!"

Naruto thought that he probably could have dodged the fist that plowed into his face if he hadn't been shouting, but some things just couldn't be avoided. Pain flared in his cheek as he rocked back, stopping the words from flowing out of his mouth.

"We know that you're upset, Naruto, but you have to slow down. Non of us can catch up to you," Sakura said, watching her blond teammate with concern. He was clearly agitated and faintly starting to glow a red color as his chakra swirled aggressively around his form and his whisker marks started to darken. "You aren't the only one on this mission. We're all in this together, so we can't just have you so far ahead. Please Naruto, please just slow down."

Naruto sighed, closing red tinged eyes for a minute before visibly calming down, chakra settling back to his normal blue as his face started to soften. A few deep breaths later the blond opened blue eyes and nodded, feeling resigned.

"Fine, fine," Naruto muttered, turning to jump forward to the next branch. "But I'm not going to fail him.

He didn't hit the branch he aimed for, instead he overshot his mark as something took a hold of his body and squeezed. Naruto tried to breathe while his body felt like it was being constricted and pulled at the same time while falling, but it was hard to breathe while screaming.

"Naruto! NARUTO!" Sakura's voice was screaming shrilly in his ears before dissolving into white noise as his world sunk into blackness.

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Harry scowled irritably at his wand as he once again moved it through the air and produced nothing. It was Charms, and they were supposed to be performing an advanced version of the Accio charm meant to transport people short distances. As charms went it wasn't complex, but it required a surplus of energy that wasn't practical in any sort of emergency situation.

"You of all people should be able to do this Harry," Hermione said, casually twirling her wand in the air. "You have the most magical capacity out of everyone."

"Why don't you do it then?" Harry snapped, crossing his arms when his bushy-haired friend rolled her eyes.

"Fine, but only to show you how simple it really is," she huffed, and with a swish of her wand had a bewildered and unbalanced Ron wobbling in front of her. "See?"

"What happened?" Ron asked, blinking at the sudden –slight- change in scenery.

"Hermione, as usual, managed to perform the charm," Harry said.

"If you would just try it you wouldn't find it so hard," Hermione protested, scowling when both boys rolled their eyes. "Stop pouting and just try it. If you manage one person, then I'll try two. If you can move two people and I can't then you'll see what I'm talking about."

"Fine," Harry muttered, and with a swish of his wand brought Neville stumbling before him. Harry's eyes widened as he looked at his wand, "Whoa."

"See, I told you," Hermione was hard pressed to keep the smugness out of her voice. Another flick of her wand produced Lavender Brown, mouth hanging open as she finished the last syllable of her conversation. Hermione frowned, and with another flick of her wand only managed to bring over Pavarti as sweat started to trickle down her forehead.

"Now you have to move two people," Ron muttered, watching Hermione pant for breath. "Otherwise you'll never get a chance to show her up."

"This isn't about showing me up," Hermione snapped, rolling her eyes again when the boys exchanged looks.

"Fine, fine. But if this doesn't work the way it's supposed to don't be surprised," Harry muttered as he waved Ron to the other side of the room. Hermione moved to the side and shut her mouth tightly, radiating anticipation as she watched Harry concentrate on his target.

'Red and blond, red and blond, red and blond,' Harry concentrated on the color of Seamus and Ron's hair. He should have really been focusing on them, who they were to him, but hair color was much easier, and thinking 'toad' had worked for Neville. 'Red and blond…'

"Accio persona!"

Harry closed his eyes and waited for the rush of air that signaled the arrival of a person moved by the spell. After a few seconds he sighed and cracked open one of his bright green eyes, only to feel the bottom drop out of his stomach as the magic left him in a rush that sent him staggering.

"Harry, what happened?" Hermione's voice sounded close to his ear.

"I'm not sure," he murmured, watching his friend's face as it swam in his vision. "What did you feel?"

"Nothing mate," Ron said from the other side of the room. "We felt a huge rush of magic coming out of you, but never moved."

Harry frowned as he steadied himself on Hermione's shoulder, "I felt something."

"We all felt something," Seamus said, rubbing his arms from the tingle of magic. "But that doesn't mean it went anywhere."

"What seems to be the problem?" Professor Flitwick made his way over to their group, eyes wide at the magical residue that was still hovering over the area.

"Nothing Professor, only a charm that didn't work," Hermione said with a sigh.

"What do you mean, it didn't work?" Flitwick asked, looking at Harry and Hermione sharply. "The spell worked, it just hasn't rebounded and brought your targets to you yet."

"What do you mean? Ron and Seamus didn't move," Harry said with surprise as he looked over at the other two Gryffindors.

"What did you concentrate on?" Flitwick asked, watching the small group carefully.

"Their hair color," Harry replied sulkily.

"That's your problem. You need to concentrate on who they are to you. Now we'll just have to wait and see who pops up," Flitwick said. "Be ready for anything."

Harry, Hermione, and Ron shared a look as they moved to a close cluster of desks to await the results of the magic Harry had let loose. Within a few moments the rest of the class had heard and had started to mill around, occasionally rubbing arms or the back of their necks as magical pressure started to build in the room. Soon students were cringing from the build up, the feeling of a weight pressing down and pushing on their forms as they waited uncomfortably.

Suddenly the pressure disappeared amidst a small explosion of dust and displaced air, leaving half of the class coughing as they tried to see who had appeared. Through the settling dust they could see the blurred shapes of what looked to be several figures sprawled onto the floor, one rolling and gasping for breath as the other lay prone.

After a few hacking coughs the rolling figure got to its feet a bit unsteadily, looking around with confusion as the dust settled onto the stone floors. The whole class gaped at the blond clad in glaring orange and the red head in black sprawled limply across the floor, watching in astonished silence as the blond finally regained his balance and got a grasp of his situation before he started yelling in a foreign language.

The classroom was filled with silence as the boy quieted before small conversations burst abruptly to life around the blond, making him jump nervously and shout again. Before Flitwick could take control of the situation the blond made a few obscure hand gestures and let loose another shout and suddenly there were two more of him standing in the classroom.

"Class, calm down. Don't excite him anymore than he already is," Flitwick's squeaky voice rose above the gathering din as he tried to regain control. "Pavarti, Lavender, go alert Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore. We will need their assistance as soon as possible."

The two girls scurried out of the room as the rest of the students settled down, keeping their movements as slow as possible as they boy calmed down long enough to take a better look as his surroundings. His blue eyes widened as he saw the red head sprawled out behind him and he started yelling again and frantically searching through his pack.

"Translatio."

As Flitwick muttered the spell the boy's words suddenly became clear, loud and ringing as the blond's voice echoed around the room.

"Gaara! Wake the hell up! I know you aren't sleeping. You stupid idiot, getting yourself captured. If you don't wake up then we're all going to be in trouble. At least flutter your eyes or something!"

The boy's voice had taken a curious note of panic as he finally found what he had been looking for in his pack. Deft fingers untied the pouch and took out a small pill which he placed in the red head's mouth and forced the other boy to swallow.

"What are you doing?"

Hermione's indignant question caused the boy to whirl around, steel filling his hands as he crouched over the prone boy on the floor, two clones flanking him protectively.

"Who the hell are you?" the question was snapped back without the boy even questioning his sudden ability to understand the conversation going on around him.

"Hermione Granger. What did you just give that boy?" Hermione didn't falter when the boy glared at her, still hovering protectively over the red head on the floor.

"None of your business," the blond snapped, eyes narrowing. "Where am I? What is this place?"

"You're in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In England," Hermione said, rolling her eyes when she realized that she had become unofficial spokesperson of the group.

"Hogwarts? England?" the boy's confusion was clear as he looked around the classroom again with a sinking face.

"Yes," Hermione wasn't sure if it was a good thing to answer the boy when he started looking like a caged animal, especially since his hands were still filled with what looked like small stars and knives.

Thankfully the red head shifting on the floor distracted the blond before he could do something potentially dangerous. A low moan issued from the red head as his eyes fluttered, green eyes looking around blearily as he slowly regained consciousness. The blond made sure that he was positioned directly in the red head's line of sight even when Pavarti and Lavender burst through the door of the classroom closely followed by McGonagall and Dumbledore.

"What seems to be the problem here?" Dumbledore's calm voice distracted most of the class away from the spectacle as they looked up at the sound of the classroom door bursting open.

"A summoning charm of Potter's gone wrong," Flitwick squeaked. "These boys ended up here as a result."

The two new adults watched as the red head's eyes cleared and focused on the blond leaning over him. Apparently they knew each other, because the red head wasn't panicking like the blond had done when he had first arrived. The blond jumped back as the red head sat up, giving the other boy some room as his extras disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Hey, hey, how are you feeling?" the blond boy leaned forward again, carefully watching the red head as he moved closer.

"Where?" the red head's voice was scratchy, dry from being carted through the desert and rough from disuse.

"I dunno. Some school of witches in some place called England," Naruto said quietly, watching the group of clustered students as they moved closer to the door. "I have no clue where we are, or who these people are, or what the deal is with the sticks that they're pointing at us."

"Akatsuki?"

"Not here," Naruto said, frowning when his stomach started to churn uncomfortably.

Dumbledore and the other teachers watched as the blond suddenly turned away from the red head and retched, clutching his stomach painfully as he steadied himself against the floor. They shared looks as the boy recovered slowly, grimacing as he continued to clutch his stomach.

"If all students would move away from our new arrivals we will resolve this situation peacefully."

Dumbledore watched as all of the students clustered closer to the door watching the teachers anxiously while shooting sideways looks in the direction of Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Neither boy looked particularly dangerous, but both were wary enough, and dressed oddly enough, that they presented a possible threat. The moment Dumbledore stepped forward the blond was up again, knives in both hands as he crouched defensively in front of the red head.

"Calm down, we aren't going to hurt you," McGonagall said sternly as she moved to flank Dumbledore along with Flitwick.

"Bullshit! You bastards brought us here, the hell you won't try something!" Naruto's shout raised eyebrows and elicited a few indignant gasps over his language.

"It was a simple mistake that brought you here," Dumbledore soothed as he raised his voice over the blond boy's. "We have no intention of doing anything to you other than finding a way to send you home, so there is no need to shout."

The blond growled and got ready to spring until the red head wrapped a hand around one of the blond's arms, stopping the other boy before he could start fighting. Instantly the blond stilled, turning slowly to look back at the other boy as if the red head was something unpredictable.

"Naruto."

The blond wilted before their eyes as he let the red head take control, much to the surprise of their audience. There was a moment of silence as the two boys watched each other before the blond brought another pill out of his pack and handed it to the red head. The taller boy swallowed it before anyone could protest, and almost instantly started looking better, although the dark bruising around his eyes never faded.

"Who are you, and where is this?" the red head's voice was eerily calm, without the normal emotional inflections most people spoke with.

"You are currently at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, in a Charms classroom, in the country of England. I am Albus Dumbledore, and these are Professors Flitwick, and McGonagall," Dumbledore's voice was pleasant and light, as if he were simply making routine introductions before a tour.

Both boys shared another look before the red head stood up, leather bindings hanging empty and limp down his back as he coldly regarded the robed figures. The blond, while quiet, wasn't able to stay still as he continually moved from foot to foot and watched the room with nervous movements.

"How far away is Wind Country?" the red head's voice was sharp as he asked the question, watching everyone in the room shift with subtle confusion under his unnerving green eyes.

"I'm sorry, there is no such country," Dumbledore replied calmly, watching the blond still as the implications of their situation set in.

TBC…

Revision!

A/N: After 3 years I guess I'm back to this story (what can I say? I'm bored). So, I've revising everything, starting at the beginning.

I don't remember everything from HBP as I only read the book once three years ago, so if things are off, things are off, I don't care. I'm not reading the book again, and I'm definitely not bothering with the 7th book either (haven't read it, don't want to as I feel the books started to deteriorate after GoF). I'll try to keep some things similar (like teachers and Harry stalking Draco), but otherwise it is up to my imagination. So, I will ignore all complaints about how things are wrong. Fair warning.

Otherwise, yay, this story is back! I need to revise the first 4-ish chapters and make some major changes so that the initial plot makes sense. I started this story from a crack-tastic dream, so going back and explaining things better seems to be needed.