Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or Naruto. I am NOT making any money from this, but I do own the lovely plot and a top hat, which I tip towards you for reading my story.

A/N: Piercing Snow received an overwhelming amount of sequel requests, which frankly stunned me. I truly thank and appreciate every single one of you that took the time to review. I thought most would just say 'Good job,' and be done with it, but some of you begged, bribed me with Haku plushies, and tried to sell me your bodies… I'll take the plushies, but you can keep your bodies. So here is the sequel, and I hope I you all enjoy it.

Warnings: Dark. Crude-ness, Slash. Lemon. Lots of Bad language. Death

Snow Capped Expectations

First Snow Fall

When he stepped in front of that chidori, Haku knew that he finally did something right. He gave his life for his master. Nothing was more important or honourable than that. Knowing that he sacrificed his life in order for his master to live allowed him to die peacefully, but he somehow managed to screw that up. When he woke next, his mind was fuzzy but he knew that he returned to Britain and had brought his master with him. He knew that somehow he was saved and that Zabuza-sama was going to be pissed when he finally found out.

Rolling over, Haku cracked his eyes open a little and stared at his master. He hoped to find Zabuza-sama still sleeping, but he was disappointed. Instead, his master was sitting on his bed glaring at Haku as an old man wearing clothes that offended the eyes, stood next to him smiling.

"What the fuck did you do?" Zabuza-sama growled instantly. His posture was stiff, showing he was uncomfortable in the old man's presence and considered him a threat of some sort.

He would have pouted over the harsh tone but he knew he deserved it. He had stolen his master form death and brought him to a foreign land after all. "I don't know," he answered truthfully. He didn't know exactly how he transported them.

Zabuza-sama growled again, but much quieter as he turned to the old man. "He's awake now so we're leaving."

The old man chuckled joyfully –over what Haku had no idea- and shook his head. "I'm afraid it's not that simple Mr. Momochi." Ah, it seemed they introduced themselves to each other, " You see, when you appeared suddenly on the Hogwarts Bridge, you inadvertently brought to us someone we have been searching for these past many years."

"If it was bringing some fucking masculinity to this shithole of a place where everyone wears dresses, than it's about fucking time. Give me some gold and we'll call it even," Zabuza bit out.

The old man laughed again, either ignoring the insult or pretending it was some grand joke. "It's not that Mr. Momochi. You see, your young friend here-"

"He's not my friend he's my fucking tool," Zabuza interrupted.

The old man seemed slightly shaken at the words but he pushed on. "Well… the young boy here is a very special person to us. We thank you greatly for returning him."

His master glared at the old man shrewdly. Something was going on in his master head and he wasn't sure what it was about. He was still sore and tired from getting stabbed through the chest with an assassination jutsu, and with the foreign energy under his skin thrumming and singing in glee, Haku really couldn't focus to figure out what was going on.

"You say you've been looking for Haku? What for?" Zabuza-sama asked.

"Haku? Is that the name he is going by?" The old man seemed to only address his master, which was fine with him.

Zabuza-sama just stared at the man, not saying a word.

"Yes well… It doesn't matter really. Young Haku here was actually born as Harry James Potter. After the death of his mother and father he was sent to live with his maternal aunt and her family." Haku didn't react to the words. He knew that. He had told as much to his master when one night Zabuza-sama demanded to know if any family were going to excuse him of kidnapping, or if any other frustrated clients would seek him out. "Unfortunately, young Harry went missing a few years back without a trace as to his whereabouts. When we discovered him absent we searched far and wide but couldn't find him."

"Bullshit!" Zabuza-sama declared loudly as he stood. "When I found the brat he was an untrained idiot. He had shit for brains, and left a trail as wide as the ocean for me to follow. Either you're all fucking blind idiots or you didn't try at all." Zabuza-sama grinned maliciously at the old man, proudly showing off his sharpened teeth. "Now where I'm from it is finders keepers. I found the brat, he belongs to me. Now I'm taking my prize and leaving this fucking dull ass place."

The old man's frowned deepened even more and he slowly withdrew a wooden stick from his sleeve. "I'm afraid I can't allow that Mr. Momochi. I was going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you weren't the one to kidnap young Harry, but as you seem to be reacting with hostility to my presence, I will have to restrain you and hand you over to the Aurors."

Haku silently slipped off the bed as the man talked. His eyes darted around the room until he located his clothing. He could see his weapon pouch lying on top, empty of its contents. He could see a few of his scrolls off to the side and he could see his money pouch. It wouldn't be hard for him to dash over and grab the items before making a run for it with his master if needed. His master would handle the old man while Haku gathered their things. The only thing that would make their escape difficult was the unfamiliar building. Without knowing the escape routes, they would plan as they went.

"Aurors? Let me guess they are some more dick-sucking shit-bricks that prance around in dresses waving their sticks around trying to poke people's eyes out. How many of you are there? Can't be many with all this blatant homosexuality going on… sucking each other's poles really puts a dent in the population am I right?" Zabuza-sama leaned again his bed, looking bored at the entire thing.

The old man frowned. "I would appreciate it if you kept your tone civil and disregarded any and all foul language. This is a school and students can enter the hospital at any moment. I do not wish for you to influence them so. Also, while we don't frown upon homosexuality, we also don't encourage it. We are a traditional society and all bedroom matters should stay there…in private," the man responded.

Zabuza-sama snorted. "If you don't want to be called gay then don't wear dresses and play with your dicks all day."

"Mr. Momochi," the old man said sternly, "I have asked you once already to refrain from-"

As the man spoke the doors at the end of the room opened to admit two more people. A man and woman entered both wearing similar clothing as the old man. The new man had black hair and dreary disposition, while the woman was all straight-back and stern.

"More shitty dresses…is this a fucking cult or some shit?" Zabuza-sama whispered under his breath.

Haku giggled, but covered his mouth so the sound wouldn't travel.

"Headmaster, all the students have returned to the dormitories as you requested," the woman spoke as she approached.

"Ah, thank you Minerva. I was just speaking with Mr. Momochi here about Harry. It seems he is not willing to cooperate…" The Headmaster said with a chiding tone towards his master.

Zabuza-sama rolled his eyes, and continued the conversation. "Yeah, I got it," Zabuza-sama waved away the man's reprimand. "So you want Haku and if I don't hand him over than you're going to get me arrested. Of course I could just kill you all right now and be done with all this shit but… I'm hungry and who knows when I'll next eat if I kill you. Haku will stay with me by his side until I get bored. But remember he is mine and while I'm letting you do what you want with him, the good parts still belong to me."

"The good parts?" The new man asked. He scowled at Zabuza-sama and inched his stained fingers towards something hidden up his sleeve.

"Ass, dick and mouth are mine to touch but not yours," Zabuza-sama said with a grin. To enforce his point he snatched Haku's arm and pulled so they were flush against each other. Reaching down, Haku felt as his ass was groped. "The three holes I like to fill."

The woman spluttered in outrage while the younger man looked away. The Headmaster in turn just shot his master a disapproving look as he brandished his puny stick again. "That is enough of that. This isn't a time to joke about, nor is it a situation where we can simply let Haku walk away. He has a destiny in our world. From the time he was born he was a child of fate. If we must we can eliminate you."

"Look," Zabuza-sama spoke up, "I agreed to stay and let you do whatever with Haku. Just accept it because if you try my patience any longer with your preaching bullshit I'll just chop your old fucking head off and leave. Now, go tell your associates he's here to stay and when you come back you better be carrying a nice cut of beef because I'm starving."

"I cannot allow you to remain in my school when you will clearly be a bad influence over Harry and the other students. I will pay you off if I must, but you will not remain here Mr. Momochi," The old man stated firmly.

Snorting, Zabuza-sama pushed him away and stood tall. "This is why I hate being nice. After those shitty leaf brats I tried, figure I would see what all that listening and good-heart shit was about but it's as useless as a dress on a whore." As his master spoke and distracted the three, Haku had gathered their items and dressed in his ruined clothing. "Well I guess we've come to an agreement…"

Without warning Zabuza-sama swung his sword at the three. It soared past the old man, chopping off his beard just under his chin. It remained on the same path and decapitated the woman. The second man was just out of range, but Zabuza didn't let them catch their breath before he twisted the sword and manipulated it to slice through the man's right arm, cutting it off completely. Haku took that second to throw a senbon at the gloomy male and hit a pressure point to knock him out. Zabuza didn't blink an eye as he finished his second swing, and pulled the sword back to hit the headmaster in the head with the butt of the handle.

With all three down, the two shinobi were quick to search their bodies and take anything of value. "These sticks seem to be their main weapon. Take the old man's to study but destroy the other two," Zabuza-sama commanded.

Haku was quick to comply and passed any gold coins he found on to his master. Zabuza-sama dropped them into his pocket and after a sweep of the room they were in they left out the window. Leaping outside, they entered the forest nearby and kept to the border. They followed the tree line until they reached a gate and a path leading to a village.

o.O.o

It was easy enough to sneak in and steal what they needed. Haku made sure to great clothes for Zabuza-sama as well as himself. It seemed that these people preferred their dresses, or robes as one store had them labeled. Zabuza-sama had headed straight to the bar and while he was a big mean looking man he still managed to flirt his way into the good graces of the bar maiden.

His charms left her blushing and babbling, not even registering what he was asking as she spouted the answers. Haku watched from a distance, flitting between the tables and chairs, picking up money pouches as he went. These wizards, as they had learned, were not nearly paranoid or smart enough to protect their wealth. It was child's play really, grabbing the money as they talked and joked around.

As he toured the bar, Haku picked up some of the patrons words. They talked about Dumbledore, the headmaster of the school they just escaped. They talked about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and his Death Eaters. He learned about the war and how the wizarding world feared for their survival since Harry Potter had yet to appear. He was some sort of child god in their eyes. Some bragged to have seen him, saying he could wrestle trolls and kill dragons. Complete idiocy in his opinion as he had done none of those things and hadn't even been in the country for years. How could they have possibly met him?

"I'm jus' sayin', this could 'ave all been dealt with if 'Arry Potter went to 'Ogwarts," a rather drunken man slurred from the corner.

"Too bad he went missing eh?" His friend laughed. "A bunch of guys at the ministry all reckon he ran away. Got a letter from America offering him some high-paying job they're saying."

The drunken man laughed loudly. "Yeah right. Boy jus' went walkin' one day and never came back. Might as well say 'e was stolen by pixies or somethin'."

"Nah, decided to train werewolves and became their moon god."

"Haha! Then he made 'em into a travellin' circus!"

"Can you imagine? Wobbly the werewolf juggles cats."

"Wanky the were shoots audience with cream!"

The friends laughed together at their poor jokes and Haku moved on. Honestly, who would want to train werewolves to juggle cats? If he had man eating wolves under his control he would have reclaimed Kiri for his master by now.

Glancing back to his master, Haku watched as Zabuza-sama shoved his tongue down the woman's throat and practically fucked her on the bar top. One hand had her skirt hiked up and was reaching between her legs; his other was pouring himself a shot of some amber liquid. He detached his mouth long enough to down the shot, but quickly plunged his face between her breasts, making her moan at loudly for the entire bar to hear. It was disgusting in his opinion, but a couple people were watching around the room and cheering them on, clearly enjoying the free show.

Haku watched his master, a small bubbling pit of jealously raging in his stomach. He knew it was irrational. His master never claimed they were in a relationship. There was never any talk on monogamy. His master often stopped at whore houses to screw as many women as his hands and money could catch before they moved on. It was only Haku that held stupid fantasies of love. He was merely a tool used to fight and occasionally satisfy his master when the whores and sluts were too far. He had done both before… in the middle of a passionate moment with Zabuza-sama, a hunter-nin had entered their hotel room. His master had refused to stop their activities simply because some shinobi wanted them dead. So while Zabuza-sama thrust in and out of Haku repeatedly, he had to work his ice. It was hard to concentrate when trapped between a wall and a man that was relentless in his pursuit, but he managed.

Looking away from the scene, Haku pushed all his foolish feelings aside and continued to steal. The bar owner would be upset tonight when more than half his patrons could not pay their bills. It wasn't Haku's fault… they were living in the middle of a war and yet they didn't protect their money. It was shameful.

Haku managed to snag a man's golden pocket watch when the door to the bar opened and admitted a group of people. Each person was brandishing their wand and looking around the bar with wary eyes. This was Haku's sign to leave. By now the headmaster's little friends would have found him knocked out, one teacher dead and the other disabled. No doubt they would have revived the old man with their magic and he sent wizards out to find him. It wasn't hard to figure out that Haku was an important person to these people, the headmaster said it himself.

Stepping out the back, he leapt on to the roof of a building and waited. Mere seconds later, Zabuza-sama joined him and they were off, running in the opposite direction of the school.

"Fucking bastards. I finally get some pussy, even if she was worse than some two ryo slut from Iwa, and they burst in and ruin it," Zabuza-sama swore.

Haku looked at his master from the corner of his eye, slightly glad that he had been interrupted. "I managed to find out quite a bit while you were busy," he announced softly. "They live much like shinobi, only there are wizards and civilians. They call the civilians muggles though, and they live separately, hiding from them."

Zabuza-sama grunted in turn.

"I managed to get quite a bit of money. They mainly deal with gold, silver and bronze. Although I do not know the conversations, I still gathered a lot and gold is a universal currency."

"Muggles… do they hire wizards like our civilians hire shinobi?"

"No. They stay separate. One man I was listening to, his job deals with muggles and wiping their memory of any magic. He said he had to modify 10 muggle's memory when they spotted a dark mark… over a neighbour's house," Haku explained.

"And this war?"

"Light versus Dark. The headmaster is the light side, fighting a Dark Lord for control. They all believe that I will fight for the light once I'm found."

Zabuza-sama grunted again.

"They are very serious in their pursuit of me, what shall I do Zabuza-sama?" Haku asked. If his master told him to turn back and fight he would. Whether for or against the old man he didn't care, as long as he got to stay with his master.

When he took that chidori he thought he would never see his master again, but then his foreign energy, or magic, had brought them together again. It was his second chance and he wanted to hold on tight and never let his master go. He would die for Zabuza-sama twice over as long as he could die in the man's presence, after all, hadn't he realized that he was Zabuza's perfect shield?

"We'll go to this muggle world. There are sick fucks everywhere willing to pay to get rid of people, we just need to find the right one," Zabuza-sama announced.

Haku nodded, trusting his master's choices. Even if they couldn't find a client right away they still had lots of money. They could afford a low rent room for a few weeks and change of clothes. Just like shinobi dressed differently from civilians, wizards and muggles had different styles. He could remember his aunt's love of bold floral patterns, and his uncle's tendencies towards suits. The robes they stole wouldn't blend well with the muggles.

Drawing closer to his master, Haku reached over and rested his hand lightly against Zabuza-sama's still prominent arousal. "I can take care of this," he offered.

His master gave him a look he hadn't seen before. His eyes were searching but not in their usual way. They were softer somehow. That thought was quickly wiped from his mind once Zabuza-sama slapped his hand away and growled, "My hand will be a better fuck than you."

Drawing away, Haku hid the hurt that he felt in his heart at his master's cruel words. The man didn't seem to care or notice as he pulled ahead and silently told Haku that he was only meant to follow and never suggest.

I think this will be a 3-shot. And I hope y'all enjoy it, since there was a large request for a sequel, and I'm winging this since I had a list of ideas but every time I ask ireadtomuch to send it to me she doesn't.