Ok… this is my second attempt at putting a story up here…
Basically, it's a crossover with Harry Potter and Naruto, but I like writing about characters that interest me, so it'll be more of a Harry Potter and the Akatsuki crossover. It takes place during the fifth year, but I don't feel like writing about Umbrige, so just read and see what happens evil laughter. Reviews would make me happy, even if you just feel like yelling at me, but constructive criticism is a lot more helpful.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own any of the characters or places mentioned in this story. The (sucky) plot, however, is mine.
Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk as usual, just as calm as he always was during the summer months. The fact that the ministry was calling him a liar to his face didn't seem to be affecting him. Even the fact that a strange and somewhat threatening looking man had just appeared before the headmaster's desk without making a sound didn't disturb the old man as he greeted the shadow politely.
"Good evening," he said to the new man in a kind voice, "are you with Voldemort's men? I had believed that they would come to kill me, but I must say, I did not expect you so soon."
The shadow paused. Slightly confused by Dumbledore's response, he shook his head and addressed the headmaster in a voice that rang with authority. "I will get straight to business, old man, because it is late, and I am more tired than I look" he said, "I am not trying to kill you, quite the opposite, in fact. I understand that this school of yours is very important to you, as well as the students who attend."
Albus smiled, "Well, of course, what kind of headmaster would I be if I did not care for my students."
"I see," the shadow answered, "If my sources are correct, and they always are, you once had guards for your school… dementors."
The smile faded from Dumbledore's face, "If you are from the Ministry and are trying to get me to use those things again, I'll tell you right now, I refuse to allow them anywhe-"
"If I was with the Ministry of Magic, I would've told you who I was by now, old man," the shadow snapped, "I am not with the ministry and I am not trying to force dementors on you," he paused "I also know that you are in need of a teacher. Defense Against the Dark Arts, if I am correct."
"You are, indeed. You seem to be very observant," Dumbledore answered, "come, sit down" he motioned to a chair in front of his desk, but the shadow shook his head.
"I would love to, but" he stepped forward, "I'm not physically here," he said, passing through the chair. "But enough of that, I'm here on business. The organization that I lead, we do not usually seek out jobs, but business is dragging and there is also a personal matter to see to. A former member of ours is a distant relative to your "Lord Voldemort" and we have a feeling that they might be plotting something. My proposition to you is this; I can teach the basics of our defensive "magic" to your students for at least a year, the other members in my group shall help me teach and we shall all serve as guardians if the school is ever in danger."
"What makes you so certain the school will be in danger?" Dumbledore asked.
The shadow seemed to smirk, "I told you, old man, do not underestimate my sources," he leaned forward, "I know Orochimaru and I know why he is coming to Voldemort, not because they are related and not because they share the same creepy obsession with snakes. It is because Orochimaru wants power and he thinks he can get it by taking a page out of his cousin's book and learning magic. He will be following Voldemort like a shadow, well, a very creepy and annoying shadow but a shadow nonetheless. And Voldemort's plan for the moment is to destroy Harry Potter, right? Therefore, if we stay by Harry Potter we can complete this mission, educate ourselves and defeat Orochimaru all in one stroke. It's killing three birds with one stone." Fawks screeched in protest. The shadow man straightened and walked towards the window.
"I'm not sure the school would have the money to hire you," Dumbledore said, comforting the phoenix, "and I doubt I could ask the Ministry for money, they still are convinced that Voldemort's return is a lie."
"You have exactly one week," the shadow said, "In seven days I will come back and I expect to have an answer from you."
Dumbledore nodded, "Of course, but before you leave, you don't happen to have a name, do you? I find it is a lot easier to talk to someone if I know their name."
"You may know my name when I become a professor here," he answered, "until then you have no real need to know."
"I understand," Dumbledore smiled, "Until we meet again?"
The shadow made no motion to show that he acknowledged the headmaster's kindness. There was a rustle of cloth and a poof of smoke and the shadow man was no longer there.
"What was that all about, Albus?" asked a portrait hanging on the wall.
"A new candidate for the open position, Armando," Dumbledore sighed, "not to mention, the only one we've had this entire summer."
"Well, what are you going to do?" Armando Dippet asked curiously.
Dumbledore turned his attention to Fawks who was still upset by the shadow's bird analogy. He stroked the bird's feathers lovingly, talking quietly to himself. "Well, I guess I should contact the ministry about this, tell them I don't need them to assign me a teacher. I wonder if this sort of thing is covered in a grant…"
Exactly seven days later…
"Well, do you have an answer?" the shadow had appeared again, silently and without warning.
"Wouldn't it be easier for you to use the door?" Dumbledore asked in return, "The password is "chocolate frogs""
"Just answer me, old man," the shadow growled, obviously impatient.
Albus shuffled some papers around on his desk, "Well, I contacted the Ministry, but I found that we are unable to pay for guards, however," he paused and smiled an "I have a genius plan" sort of smile, "I was able to convince them that Hogwarts needs extra school supplies; at least two thousand galleons worth of extra school supplies that you, as students and a teacher, would be free to use. All you need to get are the robes, Professor…?"
"Professor Pein will do, that is what I am most commonly known as." Pein smirked, "I think I like your style, old man. The two thousand galleons will be more than enough, and robes will not be all too difficult for us to get on our own."
"If you wish, Hagrid can meet you in Diagon Alley to help with your shopping," Albus said, "Hagrid is the Care of Magical Creatures teacher and keeper of the keys and grounds at our school, he is very friendly and I'm sure he would love to help."
Pein nodded, "We can meet him in Diagon Alley about a week before the term starts, but listen, old man, we are no ordinary "muggles" as you call them. We are elite guards and we know our way around the block, even though we may have no talent at all for your brand of magic. Do not treat my group like your normal muggle-born students, most of them will resent it."
"I apologize, Professor Pein," Dumbledore said, he smiled sadly at the shadow, "It is difficult for me, I will keep that in mind."
"Professor Pein" the shadow grinned, "yes, I do like the way that sounds," He turned to leave, "and by the way, Dumbledore, my organization is called Akatsuki, it means "dawn."" A swooshing sound and a poof of smoke, and Professor Pein was gone.
Dumbledore sighed; Pein hadn't used the door again. I wonder if he is going to make it a habit. He thought to himself, I certainly hope not.
Ok, chapter one is finished… yay
Please review because it makes me happy and because I usually check out and read the stories of the people who review me (hooray for bribery)
Next chapter is coming soon, Harry is going to be in it and he isn't going to be angsty! gasp!
The Akatsuki might also come in if the Harry being cool and out of character doesn't take too much of my time and "creativity" if you could call it that…
Anywhos see you later people!