Summary: Shibi Aburame was sent on a mission to the Magical World on the orders of his Hokage. For only certain Shinobi are allowed to venture that far from the Elemental Countries. What happens on one chilly October night he comes across the one and only three year old battered and abused Harriet Lily Potter before he makes a decision that would rock the entire nations of the Magical world and Elemental Countries.

Chapter One

Shibi Aburame was traveling swiftly through the chilly October air. He had been sent on a mission from the Hokage to observe the Magical World to make sure the one known as Voldemort was put down for good as rumors had stated. Approaching a neighborhood, he opted to stay within the shadows to avoid being detected in case there were any civilians out and about. Even though it was nearing two in the morning, which would mean no one should be even up at this hour. He was anxious to be home since his hive had been on guard and buzzing nearly none stop since they had left the elemental countries and entered the Mainlands.

It was the sound of sniffling and a whimper that had him pausing mid step upon the roof of a house. Tilting his head slowly, he searched his surroundings through his sunglasses-covered eyes. The sound reminded him of his son when he awakened from a nightmare and was slightly concerned that a child would be out at this time of night. Finally his eyes landed on a prone figure on the sidewalk a few houses down from where he was perched.

For some strange reason the patriarch of the Aburame clan moved to investigate, allowing his curiosity to get the best of him. As he approached on silent foot steps, he realized the prone figure was a small child, probably younger than his own son.

But what had him nearly itching to release his insects on some poor unsuspecting fool was that the child, female now that he took a closer look, was covered head to toe in dirt, cuts, bruises and blood. On top of that, she was dressed in something that was not even fit to be called a rag. To his rare surprise, his insects zeroed in all their attention on the small female and before he could retract them, several of his warriors moved zooming towards the female, buzzing around her and emitting concerned sounds.

"Pretty," murmured the little girl as she lifted her head, allowing him to get a better look at her. Her hair was matted, bearing the color of pure midnight, and her eyes were brighter than the purest of emeralds or earth beetles.

Her small red lips made an 'o' shape before she smiled brightly, wiping her tears away as one beetle landed on her nose. She giggled at the tickling sensation.

This was strange; his insects weren't usually... partial to the emotions of other humans, except his own of course. However, as stepped even closer to her, he began to feel it and the answer wasn't so strange.

Magic.

It was no wonder his warriors had reacted before he himself did. Aburame insects were very sensitive to energy signatures. Aburame clan members themselves weren't really sensors, they just often gave that impression because their insects surreptitiously informed them, not that they had to try particularly hard. Other people, even ninjas, tend to ignore and underestimate the Aburame's little warriors... until they swarmed them and sucked them as dry of chakra as a corpse.

That'd teach them.

"Why are you outside? You should be inside where it is warm," commented Shibi as he came within touching distance of the child and nearly frowned as she flinched and looked at him with panic-filled eyes. She moved back and hunched down, as if to protect herself from him. That was worrisome "I have never harmed a child, especially one that looks younger than my own."

A whimper of terror set him on edge "Are the pretty insects yours, sir?" She asked with a timid tone as she stumbled a little over her words, even though she knew she was advanced for her age in speech and actions. Her uncle and aunt desired nothing less and much, much more. But even that thought was a little rough, her elder cousin Dudley being the only one she could base herself off of.

"They are. Will you answer me child?" Shibi asked, moving closer once he saw the child was not going to bolt in fear of him.

"Aunt Petunia says I no good girl, so I must stay outside till I stop doing freaky things," She muttered while looking down as tears filled her eyes. All she wanted was to get out of her cupboard and to find something to eat to stop being sick.

Shibi easily put two and two together and he had to frown. As an experienced jonin, he has seen more than his fair share of human vices, so this wasn't truly surprising. Of course, awareness by no means meant grounds for him to turn a blind eye and act indifferent. If anything, taking action in such a situation was one of the many things that differentiated shinobi from the normally sheepish civilians.

The Aburame mentality on family and comrades was a combination of the inter-group dynamics valued among the ninja in Konoha and the 'hive' mentality of insects, which made the fact the girl suffered such mistreatment at the hand of her own kin all that much disgustingly unsettling.

Considering he had participated in the Third Shinobi World War, that was saying something.

Tilting his head, he observed closely as the small female played with his beetle warriors as they danced around her in order to cheer her up. From what Konoha knew of magic, it reflected on one's intent and emotions. Through it, his warriors easily sensed her distress and decided to try and do something about it since, consequently, it caused them discomfort as well.

Glancing up at the house she had been lying in front of, he thinned his mouth as he narrowed his eyes on the place that harbored her vile relatives. He was quick to come to a decision, one he knew could cause potential problems, but he couldn't find it in himself to give a damn.

"What is your name and how hold are you?" He asked her as she paused with a frown upon her face and scrunched up her nose cutely.

"Uncle Vernon calls me Freak only, and Auntie Petunia says I three years old." She beamed, holding up three fingers towards the male with a proud look, unaware he was feeling somewhat murderous towards her relatives.

Shibi Aburame had rarely felt this murderous in his entire life. His clan's teachings on emotional composure and objective acceptance of facts for what they were made sure of that. But the knowledge that she didn't even know her name and was malnourished - having a son her age made that piece of information known to him - tested his limits. Taking in a deep calming breath, he really looked at her and felt his heart soften at her child like innocence "Would you like to come home with me? I have a son your age that would love to have a sister."

She perked up, hope brimming in her wide eyes "You want me...but, mister, I nothing but freak with freak gifts as Uncle Vernon says. Aunt Petunia told me no one wants a freak and they had been forced to take me in," she spoke with her throat hurting as she felt like crying at the pain in her chest.

"I have insects that live within in me and am able to control them, among other things. That would make me even more freakish than you in the eyes of most. Besides, one of the strengths of freaks is they tend to band together. Come with me and you will never want for anything," he explained as simply as he could, even though she was proving to be uncommonly smart for her age.

"Would you be my papa?" She asked hopefully, even though she was scared too. What if he hit her like Uncle Vernon had done when she had dared to ask that of him?

"Would you like me to be?" The shinobi responded with a raised eyebrow. He was promptly was startled when she dove at him, causing him to catch her and raise her up in his arms. He cradled her as he scented her tears, causing his beetles to react again, swarming around her crying form. Tightening his arms around the child, he walked away from the neighborhood while she cried herself to sleep within his arms.

Four Days Later

Shinobi were pragmatic and shinobi were logical. Reason was what governed them more than anything, which was why Hiruzen Sarutobi believed that ninjas and wizards would never get along, since the latter seemed to completely lack it. On that account, he sent Shibi Aburame to confirm the rumors regarding Voldemort's demise. He was a classical Aburame; calm, intelligent and objective. He would be the last man to take anything personal, in addition to having excellent tracking and information gathering skills.

Therefore, he was understandably dumbfounded when the man returned with an older-than-it-looks child in his arms, the little girl clinging to his overcoat. A reasonable man, he let Shibi explain himself. As he went on to explain how his mission went and the circumstances of his meeting with the child, he began to see why he had brought her with him.

When the younger man dropped the proverbial bomb with his last question, he had to question his decision again.

"Are you absolutely sure about this, because I can't stop you unless I have a really good reason?" Not to mention it would be immoral to separate them, Sarutobi thought as his eyes settled on the wrapped up bundle within the male's arms. He questioned the notion of a child having a better life as a ninja than the relative safety of a civilian one.

The fact she was abused was bad enough, but if Shibi had chosen to leave her, there was truly a frightening possibility that her uncle would've one day snapped bad enough to actually kill her. Children make mistakes, it was completely normal. The same could not be said in the eyes of Vernon Dursley.

"I am, Lord Hokage," Shibi said with a curt tone as he was not budging on this issue. Before the night was over, she would be blood adopted into his home as his daughter and as Shino's twin sister.

The Third Hokage sighed "If she's to be adopted by you, she'll have to accept a hive of her own to avoid any speculation. Not only that, you've already mentioned her fondness for your insects. The lack of a hive among your clan members would only make her alienation issues worse. Are you not worried if a hive would have negative effects on her magic?"

"I've considered the issue. The magic doesn't seem to have any negative effect on the insects and I believe it to be similar enough to chakra to not be detrimental to her health. We'll monitor her condition to be certain," the Aburame stated. Through research, Konoha had found out that magic was an unusual combination of spiritual and physical energy. The difference was that the spiritual energy was extremely well-developed in comparison to those of shinobi. The only reason wizards weren't reincarnations of the Sage of Six Paths was because their physical energy was extremely weak, at least when compared to shinobi.

Hiruzen smirked "And you're not at all interested to see the results of integrating Aburame insects into a magical person?"

He was gratified to see Shibi straightened a little and adjusted his sunglasses, the closest thing his clan have as a blush "I am admittedly curious to witness the products of such a project."

The Hokage almost snorted. There were no documents acknowledging them as such, but the Aburame were recognized as the unofficial entomologists of Konoha. Therefore, by definition, they were scientists, and a scientist's curiosity is never sated.

"I am surprised by how quickly your hive was... attracted to her. I'd figured they would more or less ignore her, having been accustomed to chakra," he said, gesturing towards the little girl in Shibi's arms.

"I theorize it happened exactly because they're accustomed to chakra. When one is accustomed to something, deviations tend to stand out. Her very abuse is proof of that." Hiruzen nodded, it was a very plausible theory. The younger man seemed to contemplate before continuing "Nonetheless, I find my warriors' eagerness around her bemusing. I myself was able to sense her magic when I came close enough, despite being only three years old. She quite possibly has an extraordinarily large reserve of magic for someone her age."

The old man sighed. He was starting to see all the benefits of keeping her. He didn't like being like this, all scheming and utilitarian. It was a part of the ninja mindset he never fully adopted, which often ended up being both a gift and a curse. Ultimately, his job as Hokage necessitated it.

"Very well. I will register one Emiko Akemi Aburame, twin sister to Shino Aburame and only daughter of Shibi Aburame." Sarutobi nodded, trusting the man to know what he was doing.

Shibi bowed before he moved to leave the Tower and his leader behind to stew on the sudden turn of events. The Hokage had a strong feeling things were going to change, whether for better or worse was yet to be revealed.