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Yeah, the typical Kakashi-goes-to-Hogwarts this. But I put in some stuff that's unique! Like the fact that he'd probably be informed about the tactical advantage of being nice. And that it's acknowledged that magic can actually dangerous! That, and he's always either older or the same age as the Golden Trio, so I decided to try it if he was younger (only by a year - early September birthday, remember?).

So, with the age of Kakashi becoming jounin, I've heard everything from ten to fourteen. I decided to use eleven, even though I'm probably wrong. Why eleven? Because I like the number eleven, simple as that.

Also, I completely fucked with the Naruto-verse. I'm not even going to try and deny it. Kakashi gets the same cursed seal that Sasuke does because hey, I needed to get this idea to work somehow. And I have no idea when Kakashi joined ANBU or became captain because I only read up to when Sai becomes a character in the manga, so if it ever mentions it after that, I'm completely clueless. Please don't flame because of mistakes. This is AU anyway.

Disclaimer: This is on a fanfiction site. I'm borrowing.

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Chapter One

"Hang in there, kiddo! Just a little bit longer!"

"Jiraiya-sama, I don't think he's going to make it."

"Damnit. Sakumo would skin me alive if he was here."

"Kakashi-san, I need you to stay awake for me. Don't sleep—come on, stay awake!"

Kakashi's head hurt, and all he wanted was for everyone to just shut up. What happened? He couldn't remember and didn't care. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and block out everything, but the woman's voice was drilling into his mind and all the yelling was making it impossible. His breathing was rough; his chest was on fire. Though his eyes were open, his vision was blurry, which wasn't like him at all.

"He's a thirteen-year-old ANBU on the way to captaincy. How the fuck did he get banged up this badly?"

Suddenly he coughed. Then he coughed again, and he couldn't stop. There was something thick and metallic coming up and somewhere in his mind he vaguely registered it as blood.

"Shit. Jiraiya-sama, what were you thinking! You should've waited!"

"I couldn't. His body's too small to take that curse on its own."

"That didn't mean you should go and seal it immediately! Look at him, he's dying."

After a forever passed, Kakashi tried to muster up what little strength he had to tell them to be quiet. Nothing came out though, not even more coughing. He felt a hand in his hair, running through it, untying his forehead protector.

"Orochimaru, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. He's looking for recruits. I don't know what he's planning, but it isn't good."

"So he came after Kakashi. Fuck. Ignore the nurse, sealing the curse was the right thing to do."

"Tsunade-san! It was irrespons—"

"Oh, shut up, Keiko-chan."

Cursed. Seal. Orochimaru. Then Tsunade and Jiraiya. Nothing was connecting properly in his head. He coughed again, weakly. In the lull of quiet, he felt his mind grow foggy, dark, and he realized he was falling asleep. Then a hand was on his shoulder, shaking it lightly, and he was jolted back into that half-aware state again.

"Jiraiya-kun, I'll take it from here. Go inform the Hokage."

"I'll bring Sarutobi in when he's awake."

"If he even—"

"I said shut up, Keiko!"

Then, even with all the blaringly loud sounds around him, he sank into darkness, thoughts drifting off to nothingness.

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When he woke up, it was to a white ceiling and birds singing outside the open window.

Even if it was a struggle, he managed to sit up and look around. He could see again, his vision in his one useable eye back to normal. It was a single hospital room, which was rare, even for an ANBU. Speaking of ANBU, he realized that he was out of his armor, wearing a loose shirt and pants like he wore on normal missions. There was a bandage over his left eye, his body still hurt, and his breath came out ragged. Tsunade was suddenly next to him, shoving a glass of water in his face.

"Drink," she said and he followed commands without complaint.

Though it hurt to speak he asked, "What happened?"

Her back went rigid and she pressed her lips into a straight line. He reached up and rubbed his good eye. Even after his worst injuries, he'd never felt this weak or in so much pain.

"I was hoping you'd tell me, Kakashi-kun," she said. "You've sustained no brain damage, so if you don't remember, then you're mind's suppressing it."

What was so bad that his subconscious wasn't even letting him remember it? He pulled his legs to his chest and his wrapped his arms around them, pressing his forehead against his knees. He wished he was still asleep so he didn't need to do this, because there were shadowy memories still there and he didn't want them to take form.

What he did remember was this:

He was on a solo assassination mission, and it went by smoothly. It was around midnight and he was heading back to give his report to the Hokage; the Daimyo of the Water Country was killed with a simple stab through the back of the neck and he was half way back to Konoha before anyone noticed. Then—then—

Orochimaru showed up. Instincts kicked in. The man was a traitor to Konoha, a missing-nin, and by law Kakashi needed to bring him in dead or alive. They fought and for the first time in two years, Kakashi was hopelessly underpowered. He was just about mutilated, his mask shattered, wounded so badly that even his armor was sliced through. Something was said about wanting his strength or somewhere along those lines. Then Orochimaru bit him, and he collapsed.

Wait. Bit him?

"Did he bite me?" he asked, lifting his head up to look at Tsunade, confused. "And I—who got me out?"

"You're a lucky kid, Kakashi-kun," she said and pressed her fingers against his neck. "Pulse is still erratic. Anyway, Jiraiya was going by about half a mile away and felt Orochimaru's chakra signature. He interrupted the fight and got you out of there and back to Konoha as fast as he could. The bite was him marking you; he likes that you're a strong kid and wants to get you on his side."

"I'd never betray Konoha!"

"I know." She smiled, but it looked strained. "Now, you've been out for a week—"

"A week?"

"—so I need to go inform the Hokage that you're awake. Wait here."

He repressed a sigh. She added,

"Be prepared to answer questions you don't want to think about."

Then she disappeared, leaving Kakashi on his own, a panic building.

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Three days later, the Third Hokage sat in his office, tips of his fingers pressed together. He had reached a dilemma.

Since Orochimaru left, Sarutobi Hiruzen had known he was going to seek revenge against the Hidden Leaf. Hiruzen had always known there was something…off about the man, ever since his first C-ranked mission at the age of eleven all those years ago. He just never suspected he was going to pull young Konoha shinobi into his plan. If he had, he would've kept Hatake Kakashi as close to the village as he could, ANBU title be damned. The boy was too strong for his own good, a dangerous trait when combined with developed mental problems, and Orochimaru knew it.

Full details of what he did to the boy were still unknown, as Kakashi's mental defenses finally showed up seven years too late and put a blockade on the worst of the events. From what he managed to gather, the fight lasted roughly two hours, with the thirteen-year-old on the defensive the entire time, mostly using evasion tactics, the only thing that saved him from being cut clean through on several occasions. Eventually Orochimaru managed to capture him in a genjutsu, psychologically torturing the boy until he could place the cursed seal on his neck.

Jiraiya came in a few moments too late.

The issue was a pressing one. Jiraiya left less than a day after he delivered the dying boy into Tsunade's care, meaning to hunt down, or at least chase off his old teammate. But that didn't mean Orochimaru wasn't going to try and come back for the Hatake, especially since he seemed determined enough to risk killing him in order to gain his eventual loyalty. Sending him on missions was too dangerous for both Konoha and him, and taking him off active duty and sticking him in the village wasn't much better. Tsunade said that within two days' time he would be well enough to leave to hospital, though it was at least another week until his lungs were healed enough that he stopped coughing up blood. Jiraiya was smart enough to bind the curse seal, so unless Kakashi proved to have a weaker willpower than Hiruzen thought, that thankfully wasn't a big contributor to the problem.

All of this lead up to one conclusion:

Hatake Kakashi needed to be placed as far away from Konohagakure as possible.

Anywhere on the Hidden Continents was exceedingly risky, and he'd go stir crazy if he was stuck in a safe house with nothing to do. Since Jiraiya wasn't here, he brought this conclusion to Tsunade, who fully agreed under the condition that he didn't kill himself from boredom. A mission far away was ideal, as Konoha couldn't simply lose one of its greatest shinobi at the moment, especially for however long it was going to take to either kill Orochimaru, or chase him off until Kakashi was mentally secure enough to handle another meeting.

So after nearly a day of neglecting important paperwork, spinning around in his chair like a child and staring up at the ceiling, consulting Tsunade, and playing sixteen games of advanced Sudoku, he came up with a solution. Contact Albus Dumbledore.

The two men met years ago before the man even became headmaster of his school, asked to guard the school on the off chance that a man named Gellert Grindelwald attempted an attack. He was a well-learned man and after a year of highly intellectual conversation, they two decided to keep in touch even after they went their separate ways. Hiruzen knew all about the problems since he left—Voldemort, the Death Eaters, young Harry Potter, issues between the school and the ministry, Sirius Black, the revival of Voldemort—and he knew that if anyone could help with this, it was Dumbledore. Some shinobi who knew about the existence of witches and wizards said they were nothing more than lazy men and women with a stigma on childhood, but Hiruzen knew firsthand that they could also make formidable enemies.

After making his decision, he wrote a short message asking Albus to show up at five in the afternoon the day he received the letter rather than send a written reply. The clock now read 4:59 and liked yesterday, he watched anxiously for the next minute to pass, hoping today was the day. He needed to get Kakashi out of here as soon as possible.

Then the clock struck five and there was a slight popping noise. A man now stood there, wearing elegant robes, his beard and hair to his waist, pointed hat slightly askew on his head, and blue eyes twinkling merrily beneath his half-moon spectacles. Hiruzen smiled broadly and stood, bowing to his old friend, who returned the gesture with his usual grace.

"Albus-san," he said, standing upright and walking around his desk, "how good it is to see you again."

"I was wondering when this day would come," said Albus, kind smile on his face, softened by years of dealing with children. "I only wish it was under less grave circumstances."

In reply, Hiruzen sighed. "Yes, yes. I am afraid that it is finally time for Konoha to call upon Hogwarts' services."

"Anything to help an old friend," answered the other man. "From my understanding, you would like a mission for a young man for his own protection? It seems like a strange arrangement."

Yes, of course it did. Again, Hiruzen sighed and turned around, plucking Kakashi's file off his desk and handing it to Albus. As quickly, but as completely as possible, he explained the disastrous situation and why such measures were necessary as his friend flipped through the document on the young boy's life. Though Albus didn't bother to hide his surprise, the Hokage knew he was already formulating plans in his head.

When he finished, Albus said, "This is troubling." His eyebrows knit together in concern. "The boy has been through a lot in his life. His list of mental problems is extensive. Is he prone to anything that could possibly be detrimental to Hogwarts students?"

Hiruzen shook his head, not at all surprised by the question. "I never spoke to him much as a child, despite his sensei being my successor but now I frequently see him when he comes for missions. He is more a danger to himself than he is to others. In the past year he been on more consecutive A-and S-ranked missions than any other ANBU."

"Well, consider this another S-ranked mission," said Albus, handing back the file. "Voldemort, as you know, has again risen to power, but is in hiding, causing the Ministry to call myself and the boy Harry Potter a plethora of unpleasant names." Hiruzen nodded. "Therefore, Mr. Hatake can infiltrate as a student to protect the school, focusing mainly on Harry and his friends. If secrecy laws do not extend to England, as they did not all those years ago, the other Order members, as well as the children involved, can know who he is so they do not treat him as a child if that's acceptable. Keeping secrets from others is something of a specialty of ours."

Though it was a stretch, Hiruzen answered, "Of course. That would be very useful." In truth, there were no laws saying whether or not secrecy extended past the Hidden Continents. Due to a prior headmaster years and years ago, back in the time of the first Hokage, Hogwarts was one of the very few Outside to know of shinobi existence. "The Konoha headband protects his damaged eye. Perhaps it can be said that it is part of his academy's uniform?"

"An excellent suggestion. Does he always wear the mask that he has on in his picture?" Again, the Hokage nodded. "In times such as these, wizards do not trust those who hide their faces. It will have to go, despite whether or not the boy is uncomfortable."

That, unfortunately, was to be expected. "Yes," he said, "I'll inform him. As much as he'll hate it, he cannot ignore a direct order. He will need to learn magic, I assume."

"Naturally," said Albus. "But that may satiate his intellectual curiosity. Though technically too young for fifth year, he will go into it as that is the year Harry is entering, but I will not restrain him to that. He can learn as far ahead as he likes."

"Will he be able to continue training while there as I did?" he asked, remembering all those hours spent in the Forbidden Forest, enjoying those rare moments of solitude. Albus inclined as head as an affirmative. "Good. I can't have one of my best shinobi getting out of shape, now can I?"

"No, I suppose not. I believe you said that at the moment he is still incapacitated, is that correct?"

"Yes."

"When do believe he will be well enough to travel? It will need to be by portkey, as you know."

Oh, of course he remembered. Of all the ways Hiruzen had ever traveled, portkey was by far the most uncomfortable. But Kakashi needed to be out soon, and waiting another week could be dangerous. "He will be released from the hospital in two days," he answered, though he knew he still wouldn't be in the best shape. "He will be ill, unfortunately, but well enough to use his chakra, move quickly, and throw kunai and shuriken to his usual ability. Unfortunately his lungs have been damaged. Not lasting damage—according to Tsunade-san, a week of medication should heal them fine."

"That's good," said Albus. "Do you have something I can turn into a portkey, by any chance?"

After ruffling through his drawers for a moment, he pulled out a paperweight he never used. It was of a smiling red cat, one that always vaguely disturbed him. Unfortunately it had been a present from one of the council members, so he could never get rid of it. But finally it became useful for something other than simply sitting in his drawer. Albus waved his wand over it before handing it back.

"Two days from now," he said, "at five o' clock, Mr. Hatake must be touching this." Then he added, "And, by chance, does Mr. Hatake speak English?"

"No," answered Hiruzen, "but no need to worry about a translation charm. I still have the books on English I was given. He'll be fluent by Thursday at five." Albus' eyebrows shot up in surprise. He chuckled. "Some things take too long to explain, Albus. At some point within the year, you may find out, but now, I must inform Kakashi-san. Who will meet him?"

"My friend Alastor Moody," he answered. "He usually goes by Mad-Eye. I've mentioned him before. Password?"

He paused, thinking. It needed to be something, well, random, not pertaining to shinobi or wizards. While he did not doubt Moody's competence, he needed to be on the precautionary side, and using something that could not be figured out by logical reasoning was as good a way as anyway.

"Moody-san will say, 'Fences do not make for good relations,' and Kakashi will say, 'But they do make good defenses.'" Albus looked to him quizzically. "It has no meaning."

"I will make sure to relay the message," he said. "I will write to you September first when Mr. Hatake enters school as a student."

"Thank you for your help," said Hiruzen and the two bowed to each other. "Goodbye, my friend."

"Goodbye, Hiruzen."

Then Albus cast another charm over a piece of wood in his hand and disappeared.

Oh goodness, Hatake Kakashi was not going to be happy.

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Not happy was an understatement. Half an hour later Kakashi found himself staring openly at the Hokage, barely believing what he was hearing. If it had been anyone but the Hokage talking to him, then maybe he would've freaked out right there. But even if he was considerably less tense on the rules now, he knew that being even remotely rude to the leader of village wasn't a smart idea, no doubt about.

"…and I would have you wear your ANBU gear for the first night you meet them," the Hokage was saying, "but your mask is ruined beyond compare. Wear your backup armor, but leave your face uncovered." Yeah, his bloodstained backup armor. If he was supposed to build trust with people who didn't view war the same way shinobi did, then that was a bad way to make an entry. "After that, you are to dress in civilian clothing until the school year starts where you'll be wearing school uniforms."

"I have to infiltrate and defend a school if necessary?" he said skeptically, though even someone with half his level of intelligence would know this is was more for his own protection than anything else. "And this is a school for wizards?"

"Yes," said the Sandaime, like it was perfectly normal. "You will need to learn English as well, so I've provided several language books. I'm assuming you need some form of entertainment over the next two days."

What. The. Fuck.

"O-okay," he said, still trying to wrap his mind around the idea. "So, I'm going to need to do magic?"

This was ridiculous. It had to be some type of trick just to get him to scram for a while. Wizards, witches, giant castles, schools? There was no way all of that could exist. And worse yet, he needed to pretend to be an actual kid! No one but Minato-sensei and his father had treated him like a kid since he five and became a genin. And even they still treated him with respect. His father did because he was, well, a father, and Minato-sensei just enjoyed teasing him. Now he had to let a whole school do it? And he couldn't wear his mask?

Maybe he should've just killed himself when he realized he was going to lose the fight with Orochimaru.

"Oh, it isn't too difficult, Kakashi-san," said the man. "Magic is simply a more concentrated form of chakra. Unlike the chakra we use, which moves through the coils in the body, magic is condensed to the point that a tool—a wand—is necessary to actually use it. Wandless magic does exist, but it's commonly seen in children who lack training and control and can be very damaging to mental and physical health if left unattended for too long. The usual age of training begins at eleven because that's when the magic has dispersed enough in the body to no longer come out in emotional bursts and be used productively."

Kakashi blinked. Here, people generally started early and graduated a few years later because of the difficulty of learning it, with only child prodigies able to fly through it; it was strange to think somewhere out there it was dangerous to start any earlier than the norm. "So if I put the right concentration of chakra through this 'wand', I can do magic like everyone else, Hokage-sama?"

"Exactly." There was no way in hell that this was true. "You will leave Thursday at five—"

"What's my cover story?" he asked on the off chance this wasn't some sick joke. The more it was talked about, the more logical it sounded, which didn't make Kakashi feel well at all. Magic should stay to childhood story books, the type he had read to him when he was two and still had bubble baths. The age of two didn't register to him anymore, instead feeling like a dream, so in a way it was like some made up childhood trickling over into his reality. He was not appreciating it.

"You're a child prodigy from Japan, having studied since you were eleven at Konoha Academy," he answered, "and due to your advancements in your lessons, you were given the option to study abroad. Your headmaster, a good friend of Albus Dumbledore, requested that you be sent there. Professor Dumbledore agreed. You will be there for one year only." Kakashi nodded, thinking that was hands down the easiest cover story he'd ever been given. "Be at my office by four fifty-five Thursday and don't be late."

When the Hokage left, he lay down, staring at that obnoxiously white ceiling. Somehow, he managed to make it through a forty minute discussion with only coughing up blood once. Tsunade said it was an improvement, but all he knew was that it wasn't going to be an improvement until it stopped all together. S-class leaning towards Unranked?

Yeah, right.

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By some miracle, Kakashi wasn't late.

Normally, unless on ANBU missions, he was late on purpose. But don't be late was said with such finality that he knew there was going to be disastrous consequences if he fucked this up. And this time, it was a legitimate accident.

He was in his apartment after Tsunade finally released him from the hospital, pulling on his newly took-three-fucking-hours-to-clean armor when he was struck by another cough attack. This one was exceptionally bad, probably caused by the amount of movement he was doing today, and by end of it he was surprised he hadn't passed out from blood loss. Cringing, he forced himself to stand before grabbing a cleaning rag and getting the mess of blood off his wooden floor before re-cleaning the front of his armor and washing his face and mouth. Then he stupidly looked up at the mirror.

There was no denying it; he looked terrible. Even Tsunade's miracle healing hadn't been able to do everything, simply because she was forced to focus so hard on his lungs and the worse abrasions on his chest and back, so the cuts on his face were reduced to still-visible scratches. There were dark circles under his eyes caused by chakra exhaustion and, though most people couldn't notice, his breathing still felt a little off. The medication Tsunade gave him was tucked in his weapon pouch next to his kunai and shuriken, and his head was filled with curses to the monstrosity that called itself Orochimaru. If it weren't for him, Kakashi wouldn't even be in this mess.

With a groan of irritation, he turned around and went to pull his mask up, only to remember that he didn't have it with him because he wasn't allowed it wear it. Everything about this was going to suck. He pulled down his forehead protector so it stayed firmly over his Sharigan and left the bathroom, picking up his rucksack. It was filled with the bare necessities: tooth brush, tooth paste, extra weapons, a few pairs of pants, some shirts, and a sweater (Tsunade warned him England was cold, though how she knew was a mystery). Then he saw the clock and his heart almost stopped.

4:54.

Fuck.

He was planning on running there to conserve chakra, but with one minute to go, he had no other option.

"Shunshin no jutsu!"

One second he was in his small, one room apartment, and next he was in the Hokage's office. The man shook his head, exasperated, and said, "There is such thing as a door, you know." When he went to reply, the man cut him off with, "Now, to get down to business. Here, take this."

A paperweight was thrown at him. Like any shinobi ages five and up, he caught it easily. While paperweights weren't supposed to be anything more than an appliance, he had to admit this one was just weird. It was a red cat with wide, staring yellow eyes. Disturbed, he looked away and back towards the Hokage, awaiting explanation.

"That," he said, "is a portkey. At exactly five o' clock, it will transport you where you need to go. It's not a fun mode of transportation, but it's the only way to successfully cross that distance." Apprehensive, he looked down at the…thing in his hand and nodded.

"Also," the Hokage continued, "I want you to understand something, Kakashi-san. To shinobi, this wand waving and their way of fighting is considered easy and ridiculous, but if you get hit by the right type of spell, the likes of which you will read about, you will regret it. Though easy to dodge, once some catch you, they can do damage faster than any jutsu I know of. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," he said, though from what he read, it really did seem a weak way of war. "Anything else, Hokage-sama?"

Again, he nodded. "Their way of fighting there is very different from ours, and the way they live their lives is different, but just because they haven't see the world in the same 'grotesque' manner that you or I have does not mean they're weak." Oh god, this was sounding worse and worse. "That, and to make your mission easier, I want you to befriend the main charge and those close to him."

Now that was too much. "What?" he said, the word spilling out before he could stop it, something very uncharacteristic for him.

"This is a protection mission, and not a normal one." Kakashi was struggling to keep his anger down because this was so stupid it hurt. "If you offend them or they don't like you, they'll try their hardest to avoid you, which makes it difficult for them to protect. I'm not saying you need to trust them, but they need to trust you and the easiest way to do this is to play nice and make friends. Even if they know you're different, you need to hold a certain level of what they call normalcy, and the emotionless attitude of a true shinobi is far, far from that list. Have a nice trip, Kakashi-san."

A nice—what?

"Wait, Hokage-sama—!"

But he never managed to finish his question. There was a sudden tug behind his navel, catching him by surprise, and he plunged into darkness.

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Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, a man who prided himself in always expecting the unexpected, was surprised.

Though Albus informed him that it was a boy he was picking up, he never gave an age, and Mad-Eye imagined someone around the Weasley twins' age—young, but old enough. Instead, it was a child who landed unceremoniously in a heap at his feet, the portkey falling from his hand and onto the grass of the park outside Grimmauld Place. And when the child stood up, Mad-Eye was thoroughly shocked.

Boy was an understatement; the kid couldn't be older than twelve. He stood at roughly 152 centimeters and forty-five kilograms sopping wet. His hair was a wreck, sticking off in different directions, and white. White. One eye was covered by a slanted headband with some sort of swirly picture on it. The one showing was slate grey. His face, though stripped of any baby fat, was definitely that of a child, and one with very fine features. The kid looked at him expectantly, head cocked to one side, a slight red tinge of embarrassment on his cheeks, and Mad-Eye remembered about the password.

"Fences do not make for good relations," he said, swiftly followed by the boy answering, "But they do make good defenses."

The kid's English was completely flawless, not a hint of an accident. Albus told him the boy was learning this as his second language in two days, so there was a possibility he might need some help. So much for that.

"Alastor Moody?" said the boy.

So, like any normal person, he answered, "Yes. Call me Mad-Eye. Everyone does."

"Nice to meet you, Mad-Eye-san," he said with a bow. "I am Hatake Kakashi—Kakashi Hatake in your language. What time is it here?"

Like most of the world's population, Mad-Eye had never encountered a shinobi before, or anyone from that land. Hell, he never even knew the Hidden Continents existed. All he knew from Albus was that they spoke mostly Japanese there, their wars were brutal, and they used magic rather than chakra.

"Eleven in the morning," he said and he boy's one visible eye blinked. "I was told it was five were you came from." He let out a short laugh. "Be prepared for the fun that is body clock adjustment. You were debriefed on the mission?"

"Very thoroughly," answered Hatake dryly. "Though I wasn't informed of where I would actually be going, come arrival."

"To the Order's headquarters," he said, and held out a slip of paper with address. "Read that, and memorize it. If you have any questions, they'll be explained there. Got it? Good." He took back the paper and slipped it into his pocket. "Now looked across the street."

If the kid was surprised by a house suddenly sliding into view, he didn't show it. "They all know I'm coming, correct?"

"The adults do." He headed off, the boy following with an unnatural quiet, even when they walked over the cobblestone street. Entering and exiting the house in the day was never an easy affair, and he glanced around with his eye to make sure no one was watching. He unlocked the door and motioned for Hatake to enter. "We're meeting them in the kitchen."

Though he eyed the door warily, he stepped over the threshold and they were in.

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