Enjoy my version with added shinobi. Don't expect things to be word for word. I'll take the liberty of summarizing and such. I really don't think I'll rewrite the entire book! That would kill me. I messed with some things, altering the personalities of some of our favorite ninja. Such as… This is non-massacre. Sasuke isn't nearly as cold because of this. I wanted to keep the team dynamics though, two of the team having horrible childhoods while one did not. So Sasuke is happy-ish and Naruto and Sakura were miserable. (Sakura is, in turn, stronger for it.)

You see some of my other changes later on, so just enjoy!

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One: leaving the shadows

We dotted the surrounding roofs, keeping a tight watch on our charge of two years. Over the years, the majority of us have become attached to our charge, watching as he strived under the hardships that followed him. We kept to the shadows, always guarding him, and gave him any help we could anonymously. We'd strived hard to become stronger, the five of us.

There was a loud crack, announcing Naruto's return.

"Idiot," I hissed under my breath.

I watched as the boy a year younger than myself jumped to his feet, unsheathing his wand as his head struck the open window. A scream was heard from inside the house and plates shattered.

Vernon's arms snaked outside, his meaty sausage fingers wrapping around the boy's throat.

"Oops…" Naruto muttered into his transceiver. I watched as he pressed himself flat on the roof next to mine.

"Captain. Vernon is strangling him," Sai stated from his perch across the street.

"Should we intervene?" Sasuke asked.

"Stand down," I said softly, pressing the button on my neck. "It's fine."

I pulled on my chakra, soothing the raw power into a finer energy. The magic visible in my hand, I muttered, "Raikou." Invisible to all eyes but my own, it snaked its way to my target, electrocuting Vernon. The black haired boy was immediately released and fell into the bush before straightening and looking around.

Vernon tried to play off the sound as a car backfire, grinning widely until the curious neighbors were satisfied. He then directed a furious look and beckoned the boy to him. He didn't come close enough in strangling range again.

They bickered, and I sighed when I caught Naruto's ANBU mask pushed to the side so that he could make faces at the infernal bigot below us.

The fight ended with Harry walking off, down the road. My team tensed, waiting for the order to follow.

"Naruto, watch the house. Everyone else follow Potter. Stay out of sight."

Naruto groaned, securing his mask over his face as he hunkered down. Watching the house was the least favorite job of everyone. He knew he was being punished.

Without the use of chakra, I threw myself to the next roof as I followed Potter down the road. I hurried to hide myself when a thought seemed to occur to him and spun around, looking back the way he came, as if he knew someone was following him.

After a moment, he continued down the road but never stopped glancing over his shoulder. I withheld a sigh, it was sad that he was becoming paranoid. But I can only assume that he knew the sound of someone Apparating, so he might have thought that someone had come to collect him. I grimaced. Naruto might have given him false hope.

Speaking of which…

I glanced back at the little house on Privet Drive, easily discerning the dark figure of Naruto, as Potter turned onto Magnolia Crescent. Naruto had not had the chance to relay the information from our headquarters.

I rolled my eyes. Of course the idiot forgot.

Holding back for a moment to get out of hearing range of Potter but still keep an eye on him, I pressed the button on my neck. "Kitsune, status report from HQ?"

I could hear him fumble a bit with his words, embarrassed to have forgotten. "Ah! Right! Uh, the Weasleys have arrived along with Granger. Ron and Granger are trying to get them to get Potter there and are attempting to put their noses where they don't belong, as are the twins."

"They've gotten worse over the years," Neji's soft voice added as he concealed himself in a tree. My second-in-command hadn't spoken for most of the day. My lips curled slightly. The twins really annoyed him.

As Potter sat in on a swing in the park, my ears perked at the sound of several people approaching.

"The fat ones have returned," Sai remarked sarcastically.

My teeth clenched. I crept closer from my roof, reading Potter's emotions like an open book. He was frustrated and wanted someone to vent on. He knew that the pig would be afraid of provoking him while his 'gang' would not. Potter didn't need the chance to oust himself and get expelled.

We were here to prevent that.

With his scowl firmly in place, Potter stood and started for Privet Drive at a brisk pace. He quickly caught up with the pig's group and hid under a large lilac tree, waiting.

Soon as his followers had left, Potter approached, shouting, "Hey, Big D!"

"Hey, this reminds me of Kitsune and Hebi," Sai said, a bit of awe in his normally monotone voice.

"Shut it," Sasuke muttered, probably twitching like he does. He so knows it's true.

"Shut it," the pig snarled as Potter fell in step beside him.

A smirk pulled at my lips. Sai was right.

"Cool name," Harry said, grinning. "But you'll always be 'Ickle Diddykins' to me."

"I said, SHUT IT!" the pig yelled, his meaty fingers curling into fists.

Potter continued to push and push, trying to get the reaction he wanted. Idiot.

"Think you're a big man carrying that thing, don't you?" the pig questioned, referring to his wand. I tried not to snicker. That was horrible way to say it. And outsider would assume he was taking about… you know, that thing.

"What thing?" Potter questioned, playing innocent.

"That- that thing you are hiding."

Again, sounded like that… thing. That guys have. That thing.

I spied the grin of Potter's face. "Not as stupid as you look, are you, Dud? But I s'pose, if you were, you wouldn't be able to walk and talk at the same time."

Obviously wanting to push another button, Potter pulled out his wand.

"Captain…" Sasuke's voice was unsure.

I had to try really hard not to grind my teeth. What did he think he was doing? He was pretty much inviting an excuse to use it!

"You're not allowed," the pig informed it. "I know you're not. You'd get expelled from that freak school you go to."

"Hold," I ordered softly. I braced myself on the ledge of a building, ready to do what I had to. Potter wasn't this stupid. He wouldn't do that…

"How d'you know they haven't changed the rules, Big D?"

"They haven't." Piggy didn't sound too sure.

Potter chuckled softly.

"You haven't got the guts to take me on without that thing, have you?"

"Someone tell him what he sounds like he's saying," Sai muttered softly. I was sure his fake smile was firmly in place, probably thinking of several inappropriate things he could say.

"Whereas you just need four mates behind you before you can beat up a ten year old. You know that boxing title you keep banging on about? How old was your opponent? Seven? Eight?"

"He was sixteen, for your information," the pig snarled. "And he was out cold for twenty minutes after I'd finished with him and he was twice as heavy as you. You just wait till I tell Dad you had that thing out—"

"Running to Daddy now, are you? Is his ickle boxing champ frightened of nasty Harry's wand?"

Well, at least someone finally called it a wand and not a thing.

"Not this brave at night, are you?"

I felt myself tense. If he was referring to…

"I mean when you're in bed!"

Potter was confused, but I knew exactly what he was talking about. My blood boiled. He had no idea the terrors that Potter experienced in the late hours. No right to judge him for the demons that plague him.

Potter didn't believe him. But he didn't have any choice but to, as the pig mentioned Cedric, the Hufflepuff student who had lost his life to Voldemort last school year.

It was our biggest failure.

Checking that my cowl was in place, covering my infernal pink tresses and that my mask was secure, I did the one thing we were never to do.

I broke the one rule we'd strived to keep for the last two years.

I leapt off the building as Potter rose his wand to the pig, easily separating them and delivering a well deserved punch to the pig's face.

Well… Oops?

How was the prologue? Good enough for the next chapter? (I've got the next four written, I just want an opinion before I post it!)

Let me know if you liked it, flames are accepted but won't be taken entirely seriously (I'm doing this for fun, it would be different if I was getting money for this.). Thanks for reading!

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