A/N: Forgive me guys, but I simply had the urge to write a HP and Naruto XOver. Don't beat me with clubs! I Love you all and I will update my GaaHina stories. So Please bear with me. Oh and sorry for late updates I've been quite busy with dance and it's tennis season and I have to be in top shape. So thank You!

Gaara: Disclaimer. She owns nothing. All are respected properties of J.K. Rowling and Masashi Kishimoto. Except for the idea.*Bows*

Author: So the story takes place during the gang's fourth year and during Gaara's first year as Kage. He still hasn't lost Shunkaku in this fanfic so please bear with me. :)

SandStorms

Chapter 1

Long slender fingers wrote endlessly. Red hair was tousled with every other paper signed and black rimmed teal eyes were glazed over. Red forelocks hung over a pale face and revealed a crimson tattoo of the kanji, 'Ai'. A pleased sigh resonated throughout the room as the quill was returned to its inkwell and the last paper finally signed and reviewed. A young woman with caramel hair and brown eyes tiptoed in.

"Kazekage-sama?" she asked quietly. The redhead uttered a slight 'hn' signaling that she had his attention. He looked up slightly and gave his assistant a tired smile. The smile caused her to become flustered.

"I-I have more paperwork for y-you." She managed to speak while blushing furiously. The Kazekage groaned. For once in his life he wished he could somehow take on missions once more. Anything to get away from the constant mounds of paperwork. He nodded and she proceeded to place the paperwork onto his already full desk. She bowed and turned towards the door.

"Matsuri?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, Gaara-sama?" Matsuri turned slightly. Gaara shook his head.

"Never mind."

The freezing harsh wind of the desert whipped Gaara's cloak into a frenzy. He walked silently through the dark streets of his beloved village. He closed his eyes slightly and let out a quiet sigh. The village was pretty much sound asleep except for some. Gaara enjoyed strolling through his village, knowing that they had entrusted their welfare to him. Him of all people. Never did he think that the people who once longed to be rid of his presence would suddenly entrust their general welfare to him, that he would be bequeathed the role of Kazekage of Sunagakure. Gaara smiled happily to himself. Naruto, his jovial blonde whiskered friend, had made it possible.

You dawdling fool….hissed the tanuki that inhabited his mind. Gaara sighed morosely. 'What?'

The tanuki chuckled. While you were daydreaming about your friend, I caught the presence of unfamiliar chakra.

Gaara frowned and closed his eyes. True to his word, the tanuki was able to spot the presence of a foreign chakra near the outskirts of Suna. Gaara frowned. Not now. It was too late. He vanished in a swirl of sand particles.

Gaara opened his eyes and found himself at the edge of the village. A few stray particles of sand lingered about and immediately returned to their fiery-haired master and the calabash gourd he had strapped onto his back. The dark had no effect on Gaara. The tanuki's characteristics have improved his eyesight and sharpened his other senses. The Kazekage surveyed the barren landscape, his nose wrinkling with frustration.

Do you feel it, you little brat? Jeered Shunkaku. Gaara mentally punched the demon. The demon growled and bit back at his iron shackles. Gaara smirked inwardly as the beast struggled with the chains that bound him.

'Fool, stop with the snide comments. Let me focus.' Berated Gaara. The tanuki growled but agreed.

Whatever it is, I don't like it. Remarked the tanuki. Gaara frowned. If his demon did not like it then the presence may be a force to be reckoned with. Gaara let his sand flow out, covering each inch of the barren area. A shadow flitted on the corner of Gaara's eyes and immediately he put himself on guard. However the shape yelled out some very strange words and Gaara found himself blinded by a strong flash of light. The tanuki screamed in anger and the Kage shielded himself from the bright light. The light flashed and as fast as it appeared, it was gone. Along with it the Kazekage of Sunagakure, Sabaku No Gaara.

Gaara sat up, his head throbbed tremendously and so did his arms and legs. He reached up slowly and touched his temple gingerly. Sticky matter met the pads of his fingers. Gaara scowled and pulled his hand away to survey it. A sticky red substance was on his fingers. Gaara stared at it shocked. That light had actually hurt him. It had actually made him bleed. Gaara did bleed but only on the rarest occasions, when somebody was able to penetrate his Sand Armor. He stood up gingerly and immediately he keeled over. His eyesight blurred and blood rushed to his head. He growled in pain. Goodness, Sabaku No Gaara had never felt this much pain. Ever. He summoned forth his sand but found to his dismay, his sand damp and useless. His gourd, well what was left of it, lay in a damp pile. Gaara put his hand out and leaned against a tree. A tree? Gaara shot up and immediately regretted doing so. He cautiously surveyed his surroundings. He was in a leafy evergreen forest. It was damp and foggy. Weather that was unlike Konoha's and definitely Suna's. Maybe he was in Amewagakure. He frowned. That couldn't be. Amewagakure was in a state of perpetual rain. Gaara heard the noises of many children cheering and screaming. Despite the throbbing pain, Gaara followed the noises and found himself nearing the edge of a clearing. The sight that greeted him astounded him. A large castle loomed over the clearing and next to it a large lake where a ship was docked. He trudged through, his damp red cloak acting like dead weight. After a few yards of stumbling, Sabaku No Gaara fell on his knees. He heard a yell cut through the noise of the blood pounding through his head as he fell forward on his face. The pain reached a splitting point and Gaara, as hard as he tried not to, closed his eyes and embraced the dark abyss that invited him.

Hagrid was in the midst of tying up the Beauxbaton's students' pegasi, when he saw the young man. He seemed to be limping out of the forest. His pale face was scrunched up in pain. Darkly rimmed teal eyes and a regal face structure was what Hagrid could make out through the mess of blood that trickled on his forehead and covered his hair. The young man was about 15 or 16; his attire seemed out of place. A maroon long-sleeved shirt that was zipped up his neck and gray vest was buckled around his lean body. His long legs were encased in black pants that had a buckle on his shin and thigh. He wore a cloak and sandals. Hagrid tied the whinnying pegasi and shouted at the young man. The young man fell on to his knees and thudded to the ground. Hagrid immediately rushed over to the fallen man. He leaned over and picked him up. The man was tall, lean and muscular. His limp form dangled from the gamekeeper's large arms. Hagrid made his way hurriedly to the castle.

'Wait until Dumbledore sees this.' he thought to himself. Hagrid clutched the man tighter and jogged towards the castle gates.

A/N: Soooooooo? Please lemme know what you think! PLease Read and Review!

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