A/N: Okay, I really really need to stop writing new stories otherwise I'm going to get swamped but I had to get this idea out of my head, seriously. This is a need to know thing: this story takes place after the Rescue Gaara arc...story line...thing, Sasori is still alive because I hate Tobi, and Deidara still has his other arm. I am also not including any of the other Naruto characters but those in Akatsuki because I think that not very many focus on them. Also, this is idea was inspired by a fanfiction that I cannot recall at the moment but I know that it's my favorites. One more thing, this is a Harry Potter crossover because I think the Akatsuki members aren't given much interaction between the HP cast in other fics.
Disclaimer: I don't Naruto or HP.
Prologue:
"I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences
attending to much liberty than to those attending to small
a degree of it."
-THOMAS JEFFERSON (1743 – 1826), to Archibald Stuart, 1791
A blonde haired man stared blankly at the fire in the middle of a small camp. He was dressed in black pants with a simple black shirt with fish net over it. Over his other clothing he wore a black trench coat decorated with red clouds. His greenish eyes looked almost bored, the madness that resided with the man's twisted personality glinting devilishly in the back of his eyes. At first glance it would have been hard to decipher the gender of the man sitting there, his all too feminine appearance would have caused confusion for many people in a short amount of time if he didn't open his mouth to say something.
Across from his sat another man with an impassive look on his face, a look completely devoid of emotion. His hair was red and his eyes were hazel colored and he was clothed in the same type of clothing as his blonde haired companion.
The fire crackled and the blonde haired man began to twitch slightly with restlessness. With an unchanging expression, his companion looked at him impassively. He knew very well that keeping his companion in one spot for too long a period of time was like trying to keep a dog with a one track mind away from it's favorite toy.
"Deidara," the man said looking at him with a slightly reproving look, "don't think about leaving on the spur of the movement just because you're restless. If you do, I'll chop off your hands and turn you into a hitokugutsu."
The man called Deidara gave him a cheeky smile. To anyone that had been eavesdropping it would have sounded as if his companion was telling the truth. However, Deidara knew that his companion would never do that to him anyway.
"Ne, Sasori-danna," Deidara said grinning, "why would I do that, un?" That happy grin irritated Sasori to no end. He did not understand how Deidara could be so… joyful all of the time. The puppet master from Sunagakure doubted that any other members of the Akatsuki were as content as Deidara could be. Sometimes he really wondered if Hidan saying cruel things about shinobi from Iwa got to Deidara, but he could never tell.
"Will you ever stop smiling?" Sasori asked, irritation dripping into his usually monotone voice. Deidara just smiled at him again, moving around like an insane bird about to fly out of its cage to cause all sorts of mischief. Sasori seriously considered getting a leash for his teammate.
Deidara sighed all of a sudden. He stood and stretched. Silently he looked around and grinned. They were on the outskirts of a quaint village and he had found it entertaining and utterly bizarre at the same time. The nuke nin from Iwa was itching to explore the surrounding area some more, but they were under specific orders from their Leader to not show themselves under any circumstances.
He hadn't explained much, just that the people they were dealing with were not ordinary run-of-the-mill non-shinobi going about their daily lives. When Sasori heard the request of spying and learning about them he silently cursed the man he held with much respect because he had a very dark premonition in the back of his mind telling him that Deidara was going to pull something stupid. He really should look into buying that leash. Now that he saw his partner looking as if he wanted to do some late night exploring with the possibility of being seen, he wasn't exactly the most inconspicuous member but he wasn't Zetsu for crying out loud, Sasori knew that this would only lead to more trouble. More trouble that they did not need under these circumstances.
"Deidara, you better not be thinking about what I'm thinking you're about to do," Sasori told him calmly, a small hint of warning in his voice. His fellow shinobi gave him an innocent look. A small mischievous smile etched it's way across Deidara's extraordinarily feminine features.
"Sasori-danna, I'll be back before dawn, un," Deidara said, a small hint of pleading in his voice. With a hint of satisfaction, Deidara watched his partner give a small sigh of consent. He glanced at him with a hint of a rather murderous glare that would have fazed anyone other than Deidara…and a certain murderous Uchiha.
"Fine, Deidara," Sasori relented, knowing he would probably regret it later. "Just don't be spotted by the villagers. If you do, I'll be sure to mention it to Rei-sama."
Deidara gave him an unfathomable look before he melted out of the firelight into the darkness. Sasori felt a little twinge of foreboding in his puppet heart. Silently, he did something he would never admit to doing and probably never do again in his life. He silently prayed to the Gods and Fate that they would keep his partner safe. After all, to Sasori and the other members, Deidara was just a kid; a very strange, eccentric, and annoying kid with a propensity to make things explode.
Deidara was bursting with excitement as he jumped nimbly from rooftop to rooftop using shunshin. The body flicker technique would allow Deidara to remain unseen and move faster through the village. Although, there was a small, annoying buzz in the back of his mind as he moved through the village warning him that he shouldn't have left Sasori.
Silently he stopped on one of the many slanted rooftops in the quaint village and pushed the lock of hair away from the scope covering his left eye and focused the lens on the distorted chakra he was sensing. It was a very small amount of chakra, but none the less, it was annoying. If it was something interesting, then he would report it to Sasori-danna. Then he wouldn't nag at him about his late night explorations or his vanishing acts if he returned with some interesting information. Sometimes he wondered if his danna would actually care if he returned with valuable information.
Deidara's grin faded as his tracker focused in on the source of the chakra. It was the body of a person sitting in one of the multiple alleyways. The person appeared to be dead. With the tracker over his eye the image was enhanced and he could see there was no sign of any movement. However, a cadaver did not give off a chakra signature which added suspicion to the entire situation. His frowned deepened.
His lock of hair fell back into place over his eye as he stared at the alleyway the chakra signature was coming from. Deidara's judgment told him to send for his danna because this entire situation was riddled with misgivings. Both Sasori and Deidara had noticed that the villagers had been giving furtive glances over their shoulders whenever they left their homes or a shop. The atmosphere was thick with apprehension and it was obvious that a war was about to break wide open.
Deidara used shunshin and vanished in a puff of smoke and reappeared above the human cadaver. He was suspicious and did not want to get close to the body. Although, now he was certain that whoever this person had been was now dead. Jumping down from the rooftop, Deidara looked at the cadaver, greenish eyes narrowed.
The chakra signature was still there and cautiously Deidara reached out a hand to touch the body. His hand twitched slightly and his fingers gently touched the man's jugular vein. What happened next, caught Deidara off guard as the cold hand of the corpse reached out and gripped tightly onto Deidara's left wrist. His eyes widened in shock as the head raised. There was a sickening crack as Deidara's wrist was broken.
His eyes wide Deidara was thrown by the dead man into the wall a bright flash of pain blinding him. He knew then that he was in trouble being under orders to not draw attention to either of them. Silently, he felt a feeling that he was not going to be able to return to Sasori by the time he had specified. 'Sasori-danna is going to kill me now…'