A/N: Oh my gosh, I really did not expect 9 reviews from the last chapter! Thank you guys, you're all lovely! And have any of you recently read Naruto? THE LAST CHAPTER? CAN WE ALL SCREAM HALLELUJAH? Anyways, I'm sorry this update was so late, but I'm going to try and keep this updated now that my semester is coming to a close in about three weeks. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

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The odd looking people continued to gape at him with bewilderment before a plump, motherly-looking, shockingly red headed lady spoke up, her voice filled with disbelief.

"You're just a child!" She said aloud, not quite believing her eyes, yet it was clear she was opposed to having him protect Hogwarts. At that moment, the other wizards and witches in the room started to speak up.

"I can't believe thi—"

"A child, Arthur! A chi—"

"I knew they were only sending in one! But someone so yo—"

"Do they think this is a jo—"

Words filled the air, incredulous that a child apparently (Sasuke inwardly scoffed at the notion) was sent instead of a shinobi much older. (At this, Sasuke was quite offended, because he was one of the most powerful shinobi, next to Naruto, in the hidden continent, and his age really wasn't much of a shock).

"Enough." Sasuke spoke, his voice chilling as he attempted to hold back his anger at his power being so grossly underestimated. "I am not a child, so I suggest you end your pointless accusations." He looked at them with cold, onyx eyes.

Were these people really, essentially, the ancestors of the hidden continent?

The red-haired lady spoke up once again.

"I'm sorry sweetie, but…you are! Why, you can't be much older than seventeen!"

Sasuke scowled.

"I am seventeen."

Noise filled the room again.

"See? You can't be fit enough to protect all of Hogwarts!"

"This is just an outrage! Is this how they repay favours?"

"Might as well protect Hogwarts ourselves!"

A deep growled emitted from Sasuke, although it was largely unheard as the rest of the room was too busy voicing their disbelief.

"Quiet." Sasuke spoke again, using all his will to prevent from using the sharingan. The Hokage really expected him to be here? This was ridiculous. "Do not belittle the power of the shinobi so much." As if he couldn't help it, he let a little killing intent slip out. He smirked with satisfaction when everyone in the room became ramrod straight as shivers went down their body, and fear overcame their psyche.

Sasuke spoke the next words with an absolute finality.

"One. Is. Enough."

Cold air went through the room as Sasuke emphasized that the power of one shinobi would be sufficient, if not much more, for the protection of this school.

It seemed as if an hour had passed, when in actuality, it was just a minute, before Sasuke finally let up on the killing intent.

"We're sorry." Sasuke flicked his onyx-eyes to the very skinny, shabby-looking man that had spoken. Sasuke observed the man for a second, noting that his light brown hair was greying, and there were lines of fatigue on his face. When Sasuke said nothing, the man continued to speak.

"We're sorry." He repeated. "It's just that…we expected someone more experienced and we're not quite used to someone so young being entrusted with the care of Hogwarts."

Sasuke held back his growl again. Was age such a huge deal here? Honestly. The Uchiha survivor spoke once more, miraculously holding back some of the chilling quality that was there before.

"Hn. I have much more experience than you think. Do not underestimate me."

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Hn. Annoying.

After the stick-wavers had eventually settled down on his age, he had finally received the specifics of his mission, before they told him where his room was up the stairs. Nodding his head somewhat gratefully at the hospitality, he walked up the stairs, leaving the wizards to their thoughts. Now, the specifics of the mission went along the lines of what Tsunade had told him on protecting a school full of sniveling brats, and especially guarding the life of one sniveling brat.

Glasses, and a scar on his forehead? How stupid can you look. Sasuke thought. His mind quickly went over more of the mission specifics. Apparently, this brat, named Harry Potter, had defeated a great dark "wizard" when he was just a year old, with the help of the love from his mother. According to the wizards, Potter's mother had sacrificed herself, and her love had protected Potter from a "killing curse."

Why the hell is it called a killing curse anyway? Stupid name. The longer Sasuke was staying in this world, the more he found these wizards weak. Their chakra reserves were pitifully small, and yet, they thought they were superior to him, simply because of age.

They're lucky they're paying me. Sasuke thought darkly. This was a stupid mission, and one that was a complete, pathetic waste of his time. Sasuke now knew why Tsunade had sent him, despite being on probation, on this mission.

He might as well have gone on a D-rank mission instead.

The lone shinobi paused in his minds ramblings, telling himself to focus on the mission, and give the wizards a chance.

Sasuke scoffed at the very Naruto-esque voice in his head, before recalling the rest of the information the group had given him.

After Potter defeated the dark wizard, Defeated? More like sit there while this dark wizard killed himself, his client, Dumbledore, had left Potter with his only relatives on his mother's side, who were apparently "muggles." They had explained muggles as people who could not perform magic at all. Sasuke could believe that. Muggles reminded him of some of the civilians in the hidden continent, who could also bear children who later grew to be ninja. The Uchiha felt that if the wizards had not isolated themselves from the muggles, it would have been much easier to coach and train these children because their parents would know how to deal with their children.

But these wizards thought themselves so superior, that they should protect the muggles from their power. Sasuke scoffed again, then once more turned his attention to the information. On his eleventh birthday, Potter had received an invitation to the school called Hogwarts. And thus, ever since he entered Hogwarts, he had apparently fought off enemies, up to his fourth year, where he had proclaimed that the dark wizard, named Voldemort, had come back. Sasuke briefly thought about the followers of this Voldemort, this dark wizard who reminded Sasuke a bit too much of Orochimaru, and shook his head. He honestly did not have a good first impression of the wizards.

Weak. Sasuke thought before he had finally arrived at the landing of the floor where his room was located. Shouldering the pack on his back, he headed towards his room.

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"…So what do you think about him?"

"He's young, much too young! I might as well talk to their leader for allowing such a young man getting in involved in our war! He needs to use his youth to learn, to liv—"

"Molly, please. Don't you know about the legends of the hidden continent?"

The Weasley matriarch turned a questioning glance at the dark-skinned Auror named Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"W-well, I heard about the legends of the hidden continent, but never listened to them." Molly admitted, a bit sheepish.

A grunt was heard from the rough-looking, ex-Auror Alastor Moody.

"Ay, the legends say that shinobi have been trained since they were children, and the power of one shinobi could defeat a unit of Aurors without breaking a sweat."

Molly huffed in disbelief. "Honestly Alastor, those are legends! A teenager is still incredibly young to be involved in a war! I still believe we should send a letter for an older shinobi!"

Lupin shook his head, "That's not possible. I was there when Dumbledore received the reply, and apparently, one is all they can spare at the moment as they're still recovering from their own war."

Arthur placed a comforting hand on his wife.

"There, there, Molly, I am quite confident that the shinobi they sent is well enough for this job. Besides, he's only staying here for tonight before Dumbledore settles him at Hogwarts."

The atmosphere was stifling as everyone in the room could feel the smallest doubt creeping in their veins.

The red headed woman sniffed, "I still think he's too young, but if he's good enough for Dumbledore, then fine."

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Ron and Hermione sat in an amicable atmosphere, with the red head sitting lazily on the bed while Hermione had her complete attention in a book. Ron turned his head to look at the title of whatever the brunette was reading.

Merpeople: A Comprehensive Guide to Their Language and Customs? She's actually interested in that? Bloody hell…

Ron fully felt that he had to get one of his closest friends to loosen up and get her nose out of books. The brunette, feeling eyes on her, peeked her eyes above her book.

"What is it, Ron?" Hermione asked, a bit miffed at the fact that she couldn't continue her reading. The red head shook his head.

"Nothing 'Mione. Just can't believe you're reading that for fun."

Hermione huffed. "I'll have you know Ron, that the Merpeople are actually quite fascinating and – Ron?"

The gangly red head had stopped listening to her, his eyes focused at the doorway in confusion. Hermione turned her head to see what had caught Ron's attention, and a gasp escaped her lips as she saw what, or rather who, was standing at the doorway.

He was quite possibly the best looking boy she had ever seen as she let her eyes drag agonizingly slow from his feet to his face, taking in the unknown boy's looks in great detail. He looked to be the same age as them, but she has never seen him in Hogwarts before. His hair was the darkest black she has ever seen, with bangs framing his face and it was oddly spiked haphazardly in the back. His eyes were as black as his hair, he possessed (gorgeous) aristocratic facial features, and covering his forehead was a black headband that had a metal plate on it with a weird snail design. His skin was gorgeously pale and unblemished.

The dark grey shirt he was wearing wasn't really a shirt, as it was more of a vest that had a high collar and opened at the chest. There were bandages that were wrapped around his torso, and it looked as if the bandages were sufficiently covering what the vest wasn't. Despite the white wrapping, Hermione could tell that there was a very well-defined chest underneath. The vest looked to be loosely tucked into a pair of loose black trousers that ended near his ankles. The trousers were, in turn, loosely tucked into bandages that seemed to cover the rest of his ankles before disappearing into a pair of dark boot-like sandals that only showed his toes. There was also a military-green pack around his right thigh, its contents unknown.

However, most of Hermione's attention was on his arms, which were being shamelessly shown due to the sleeveless quality of the vests. His arms were, well, if Hermione was a more vapid teenager, she would describe them as drool worthy as his muscles were very well-defined, and the brunette had to resist the urge to just run her hands over his biceps. She saw that covering his muscular forearms were more bandages that went from his wrists to the end of his forearms. Hermione squinted her eyes, noticing that there looked to be the end of a tattoo peeking out underneath the white wraps.

Hermione quickly closed her mouth and casted a glance at Ron, hoping that he didn't see her five seconds of ogling.

Nope, Ron was still looking at confusion to the handsome teen. In fact, Hermione reckoned that if she looked close enough, she could see his lips forming the words "Who the bloody hell are you?" As it was, Ron didn't say anything, only continued to look stupidly.

Hermione turned back towards the teen at the doorway who let his onyx eyes roam over Ron's figure, then Hermione's as if he was examining them. The brunette blushed when his eyes connected with her own brown ones.

When it seemed as if he was done with his own observations, the teen gave both of them a curt nod before continuing down the hallway.

A second passed before Ron breathed out.

"Who the bloody hell was that?"

Hermione hoped to God that her blush was no longer visible on her face before turning back to Ron, her voice equally laced with confusion.

"I have no idea." Hermione frowned at this, she didn't know who he was. And this was the Order's headquarters, so he must be part of the Order. Although, he didn't look like any wizard she has ever heard of.

"He looks like a pretty scary bloke, huh?" Ron asked, peering questioningly into Hermione's brown orbs. The brunette in turn, fought hard not to have another blush crawl up her face.

"Y-yeah."

Identical cracks of sound filled the air, effectively stopping Ron from whatever he was going to say.

"What was that, Ronniekins?"

"Who's a scary bloke, dear brother?"

Identical grins peered down at their younger brother who was glaring at them.

"Oi! You know I hate it when you guys do that! Can't you two just walk through the bloody door?"

Fred and George continued to grin down at their brother.

"That doesn't answer our question –"

"— Oh beloved brother of ours!"

Ron sat up straighter, looking at his brothers as if he doubted that they knew who he was talking about. Nonetheless, he answered their question.

"The Asian looking bloke who just walked by." The youngest brother said seriously.

The twins' eyes lit up.

"Oh we know exactly –"

"— Who you're talking about!"

Ron and Hermione's eyes widened before they both stood up at the same time and leaned into the twins' space, both eager to know. Hermione spoke up, although she tried to hide her excitement.

"Really? How?"

Fred and George grinned before the gentler twin put a finger to his mouth as if telling a secret. Fred whispered conspiratorially as his twin continued to grin like he knew everything that went on.

"Earlier, we heard mum and dad talking about someone arriving and something about protection."

"We managed to wrangle some information from dad that apparently, he's from the East, but that's all he told us!"

"But we think something bigger is going on! We reckon that he was sent here to be protected, most likely from You-Know-Who!" Fred said, as if that explained everything.

Hermione let out a gasp.

"I didn't know that his influence even went to reach as far as the East! Besides, most everyone here still believes that Harry is mad! How do people from the East believe him?"

The twins shrugged, "Beats us!"

Hermione looked exasperated at the identical red heads before snapping the still open book in her hand shut. Ron recognized the expression on her face that always came along when the brunette was determined for something to happen.

"Either way, then! He's new here, and we should extend our friendship to him!"

Ron sputtered, "No bloody way! He looked like he could rip my arms off, and did you see his face?" (Hermione tried not to blush) "It had no emotion whatsoever!"

Hermione gave him a stern look.

"All the more to befriend him! He's probably shy, and whatever has happened to him has probably traumatized him! Especially since he has been sent here for protection!"

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Sasuke smirked as he listened to the conversation taking place just beyond the wall. As he was walking towards his room, he had passed a room that had a girl with bushy brown hair, and a tall, gangly red head whom Sasuke was pretty sure related to the red headed woman and man downstairs. He had observed them for just a few seconds before continuing towards his destination where he promptly dropped his pack at the foot of the bed and sat down.

He found the situation funny, where as soon as he sat down, the people in the room next to him started talking about him. A little frown appeared when he heard two loud cracks, where he quickly deduced that two more people had teleported into the room.

Teleportation, huh? Could come in handy. Although that noise…

Sasuke tried to hold back his amusement at how far from the truth their thoughts were taking them.

Like I need any protection. The sharingan user scoffed at the notion.

The kids (He didn't give a damn if they were near his age, they were kids to him) started to talk about pointless things, causing Sasuke to sigh before falling back on to the bed.

He got the full mission specifics, he was pretty sure there was no danger; besides, he was a rather light sleeper anyway, if something happened, he would be up and ready.

With that thought, Sasuke allowed sleep to overtake him.

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"Ne, Sasuke-kun? Are you being nice?" Pastel pink hair filled his vision as Sakura playfully poked at his arm.

Sasuke smirked, "Of course, I am."

Sakura just laughed, her apple green eyes twinkling, "Don't lie! I know you think everyone on the outside is weak!" Sakura teased, wagging her finger in front of his face.

Sasuke shook his head at her playfulness, grabbing her finger to stop its motion.

"It's true, though." He stated simply, "they're basically nothing without their wands."

Sakura laughed again, sticking her little pink tongue out.

"Ehh? Sasuke-teme, you think everyone is weak!"

A light scowl appeared on Sasuke's face, "Dobe, what are you doing here?"

The blond just grinned, "It's your dream, bastard! Maybe you want me here!"

"If you're here, then this must be a nightmare."

The grin on Naruto's face just grew bigger. "Nah, I know for sure that the only reason you're mad is 'cause I interrupted your little moment with Saku —" Naruto's next words were muffled by Sasuke's fist.

"Sasuke-kun! Naruto! Stop!" Their female teammate scolded, effectively separating the two. Naruto stuck his tongue out childishly in Sasuke's direction. The Uchiha, in turn, simply smirked in satisfaction at his fist connecting to the blond's face. Sakura shook her head at their antics before turning to the sharingan user.

"Hey, Sasuke-kun, I think you should wake up now." She said sadly, as if she didn't want him to go.

Sasuke frowned and opened his mouth, ready to retort.

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His eyelids slowly opened, the first thing in his line of vision was the ceiling, instead of pastel pink. Sasuke let out a soft groan, before fully sitting up. As he rubbed his eyes, he heard tentative footsteps approaching his room.

Aa…so that's why I woke up.

A knock was heard, which was then followed by the whispered voices of the boy and girl he had heard talking about him earlier.

"Maybe he's asleep, oh well, might as well g—"

"Ron! Don't be rude! Besides, your mum told us to invite him dinner!" The girl whispered back harshly.

Sasuke sighed, deciding that he should at least play nice. Getting up from the bed, he quickly walked to the door and opened it, staring blankly at the two.

They stared back at him like a rabbit would stare at a wolf. Sasuke slowly raised an eyebrow, trying to hide his amusement.

After a few seconds of silence, the bushy brunette seemed to have gathered enough courage to speak.

"H-hullo! I'm Hermione, and this is Ron!" She gave him a tentative smile while the red head next to her gave a small nod as a greeting.

Sasuke continued to stare at them blankly, still expertly hiding his amusement when they began to fidget under his gaze.

"…Sasuke." He nodded at them.

Stare.

A couple more seconds of silence before once again, the girl (Hermione) spoke up.

"It's nice to meet you!" She smiled. "Anyways, dinner is going to be ready in a few minutes, and we were wondering if you could join us?"

The red head (Ron) looked at him, finally mustering up his own courage to speak.

"Uh, mum's a great cook?" He said it as if it was a question, thinking that it would possibly sway Sasuke to join them for dinner.

In that instance, Sasuke thought that the red head was quite idiotic.

Either way, the Uchiha had already made a decision to play nice (dammit, Sakura, get out of my head). Sasuke nodded his head again before stepping out into the hallway, stuffing his hands into his pocket as he walked towards the stairs.

Hermione and Ron hesitated for a second before walking quickly to catch up with the quiet shinobi, where they noticed a red and white fan displayed prominently on his back.

"So…" Ron started, his curiosity hoping to get the dark shinobi in front of him to start talking.

But unfortunately for the gangly red head, Sasuke said nothing, just continued to walk forward.

Ron's face turned as red as his hair before glaring daggers at Sasuke's back.

What a pillock…Ron thought, forcing the red on his face to subside. He turned to look at his friend walking next to him, only to be shocked at the scolding look she was directing at him.

"Ron, be nice!" She whispered to him, hoping that the shinobi wasn't listening to them.

Ron looked at her like she was crazy. "You want me to be nice? Did you not just see him completely ignore me starting a conversation?"

Hermione gave him a look that resonated Oh please before whispering back "'So," is not a conversation starter, Ron! Besides, he doesn't know anyone here, he's probably feeling a little shy!"

The duo continued to bicker; unbeknownst to them that Sasuke heard every word of their conversation. He really didn't care if they found him rude, or thought him shy – he was just here to complete this mission. He really hoped that they didn't wish to befriend him because they were going to be sorely disappointed.

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Everyone, besides Sasuke, sat awkwardly around the dinner table, not knowing what to say. The only shinobi however, continued to taste the food, noting the heaviness and starchiness of their content, completely ignoring the stares boring into his skull.

A cough.

A sniffle.

"Oh dear lord, someone say something!"

Everyone, including Sasuke looked up to stare at the youngest Weasley (large family, Sasuke thought bitterly) who had crossed her arms, her expression clearly showing her exasperation with the unpleasant atmosphere.

"So, Ronniekins, how's the Cannon's doing this year?" Fred teased, effectively breaking the stifling atmosphere.

Sasuke quietly listened as noise started to fill the air, a bit intrigued as he listened more intently as the red heads and some of the older wizards started discussing this sport called Quidditch. Apparently, they rode around brooms for fun?

The Uchiha mentally filed away Quidditch and flying brooms as important and thought to himself that he should research it.

"So, Sasuke, is it?" the shinobi turned his head towards the source of the voice, his onyx eyes connecting with the dark brown eyes of a man who's dark skin was darker than that of Killer B's. Sasuke gave a slight bow of his head to indicate he was listening, and the dark skinned man continued talking.

"What do you think of the situation so far? It must be exciting for this to be your first trip outside Japan."

The many different conversations around the table stopped as this listened curiously for his answer.

Sasuke simply shook his head as if saying 'no.' This was where his skills in politics came in.

"I don't believe that I have been here long enough to fully experience it." He chewed some food quickly before continuing, "give me a month or two, and I can give you an answer then."

Kingsley looked impressed. That was a very politically correct answer to give and the Auror didn't expect it out of the shinobi. He expected them to know some politics, but the teenage boy in front of him hadn't struck him as political. The shinobi was obviously intelligent as well; picking out that the other kids around the table should not know his true reasons for being here. Kingsley gave a small smile before turning back to his food.

"Oh, hey, Sasuke," Ron spoke up this time, putting aside his slight anger at being ignored earlier "what's that design on your headband thing mean?"

Sasuke grimaced slightly at the red head speaking with his mouth full before answering.

"The forehead protector symbolizes my allegiance and pride in my...school." Sasuke mentally patted himself on the back at the quick thinking. "Other schools have a different symbol."

Ron gulped down his food and murmured something that sounded suspiciously like "wicked."

Fred and George grinned widely and leaned closer to Sasuke who was sitting right across from them.

"Is it true that you're here for protection?" George asked, grinning a little too widely for Sasuke. The shinobi had to hold back a smirk; obviously, he was one not to beat around the bush when he was decidedly curious (unbeknownst to George, he had unknowingly provided the rest of the Order members a perfect back story as to why Sasuke was present).

"I would prefer not to answer that question." Sasuke said, looking down at his plate as if he was remembering horrible memories of a traumatic event that never happened.

The oldest red headed man, who Sasuke was assuming to be the father of the clan of red heads, spoke up before George could persist in his questioning.

"Now, now! This is a dinner table! Let's have more dinner talk!"

Sasuke nodded in understanding, mentally filing that he had to talk with the rest of the order and his client to make up an appropriate back story.

"So what do you for fun?" George spoke up, rolling his eyes at his father for stopping his mini-interrogation.

Fred spoke up, "Yeah, mate, if you ever want to do anything," he nudged his twin with his elbow while simultaneously shoving food down his mouth, "we're the blokes to go to!"

Sasuke shrugged, "I will be sure to remember that."

Hermione cleared her throat at this moment, sending a reprimanding look at the twins before turning to Sasuke. The Uchiha, in turn, raised his eyebrow slightly, wondering why she had such a serious expression adorning her face.

"So how is schooling in Japan, Sasuke?"

All the teens around the table groaned in unison.

"Really 'Mione?" The girl red head spoke, rolling her eyes.

The brunette started to speak up in her defense, and soon, the dining room was filled with voices once more.

Sasuke inwardly snorted at the commotion. They got distracted easily. He roamed his eyes around the table, noting that some people he saw earlier were not there. It was just the red heads, the brunette, and the dark skinned man.

Kingsley, as if noticing his questioning glance, spoke up. "Tonks, the girl with the pink hair, had Auror duty to perform, and Alastor and Lupin went to Hogwarts to speak with Dumbledore."

The shinobi knew what Hogwarts was, but he was not familiar with the other term.

"What is an Auror?" He asked, legitimately curious. This was where the other part of his mission came along – gathering information.

All conversation at the table stopped as the teens gawked at him with wide eyes.

"Blimey, mate! You don't have Auror's in Japan?" Ron said a loud, disbelief coating his voice.

Sasuke shook his head in response, "I'm assuming we do if I know what an Auror is. It is most likely that we call them something else."

Arthur spoke up, leaning slightly in to the table, obviously getting very into the conversation.

"They're…well, they're essentially our police force. They're elite wizards and witches who go through extensive training to get into the ranks." He pointed playfully at Ron with his thumb "pretty sure I remember Ronald saying that he wanted to be an Auror once!"

Sasuke nodded his head as a slight grateful nod for the information.

"They sound like very admirable people."

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The shinobi sat comfortably against the wall, opting to not sit on the plush chairs in the library due to the slight layer of dusting he observed on them. His sharingan was activated as he memorized the words of Hogwarts, A History.

Sasuke found dinner to be an annoying experience because everyone would simply not shut up. He supposed he could have just ignored everyone and just eat, but he had decided then to use that opportunity to learn some things about this 'Wizarding World' as they would call it. Of course, when he wasn't trying to get information, he only spoke when spoken to, and left his voice blank and void of emotions.

Afterwards, he had asked if there was a library, which had resulted in Hermione leading him to it, excitedly talking about books and the recent ones she had read. Sasuke listened with one ear, not really paying attention, and not particularly caring about what she was saying.

Finally, they had arrived at the library where Hermione had sat down to read as well, before leaving after an hour to deal with some other business that Sasuke really had no interest in.

A knock was heard on the door, causing Sasuke to quickly melt his red eyes back to black and looked up, wondering who was knocking when the door was clearly open. Standing in the doorway, was a very old man who had white long hair and a white beard that was as long as his hair. His eyes were a bright blue similar to Naruto's own eyes, with a pair of small glasses resting on his crooked nose. What really caught Sasuke's attention however, was the burgundy robes he was wearing with an obnoxious pattern of bright yellow stars and crescent moons.

"I'm sorry, I am not bothering you, am I?"

Damn, he's old. Sasuke thought briefly before shutting the book, mentally telling himself that he would get right back to reading it after this man was done talking.

The old man took the closing of the book as a sign to talk, so he did.

"Hello, I am Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. You must be the shinobi who your Hokage has sent. It's very nice to meet you." His blue eyes twinkled.

Sasuke stared blankly at him, thinking who the hell needed such a long name, before processing that this was his actual client. He stood up gracefully, tucking the book under his arm.

"Uchiha Sasuke."

Dumbledore chuckled, "Of course! How are you faring so far?"

Sasuke looked at him with blank eyes, although his mind was whirling with the fact that this was the man who had provided aid to the Sandaime after the third war.

"Fine."

"Not one of many words, are you, my boy?" Dumbledore asked, greatly amused at the answers that Sasuke was giving him.

The Uchiha, in turn, just nodded as a confirmation. Dumbledore chuckled again, his eyes twinkling down at Sasuke.

"Well, I know that you have met most of the Order, and I'm sure that they have given you the specifics of your mission?"

At this, Sasuke nodded.

"Good, good. I would like to ask you to go with some of the Order tomorrow night to pick up Harry from his relatives house and bring him back here, if it is not too much trouble. Afterwards, I was hoping that you could finally head to Hogwarts to get settled in for the school year."

The shinobi had to prevent the confusion from reflecting in his eyes. Was he asking him to pick up Harry? As a client, he could just order him to pick up Harry, instead of simply asking. Deciding that it didn't matter, Sasuke answered simply.

"It's no trouble."

Dumbledore smiled at the shinobi before saying his thanks, "I guess I'll leave you to your reading then! Oh and Arthur had informed me of your convenient back story (twinkling eyes). Perhaps we could discuss it in detail when you arrive at Hogwarts." He turned to leave, but stopped and turned back around, "If you have any questions during the school year, I'll be glad to answer them."

Sasuke nodded once and waited for Dumbledore to leave the room, before sitting back down on the floor and reading Hogwarts, A History.

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A/N: So what did you guys think? (I do apologize for my quite in detail description of Sasuke's appearance - I'm still a fangirl!) I do admit that I was seriously debating with myself if I should leave this chapter off with Sasuke meeting Harry, but I (obviously) ultimately decided to leave it for the next chapter. Hehe! AND WE STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT KAKASHI GAVE SASUKE! A couple of you made guesses but I'm not telling yet!

Anyways, please review and I'll try to update in a much more timely manner this time! Until next time, lovelies!