Ok guys this is my second fic. Well really it's the third. But the second was such a failure I took it down. I do have some pride you know. Anyways, I've been dying to write a Naruto and Sasuke go to Hogwarts fiction for ages.

Hope this one is ok. It's really cliché. My muse is still on vacation.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the computer on which I am typing. So please don't call Interpol or send me to court or any of those things.

Deep down I'm afraid of breaking the law. Really.

Chapter 1

Reflections

Harry awoke to see two dark shadowy figures standing sitting on the edge of his bed gazing at him. Springing to his feet he grabbed his wand from under his pillow and pointed it at the strangers threateningly.

"What do you want," he growled as he tried to push sleepy thoughts from his brain.

"Speak!" he snarled and jabbed his wand at them. Without his glasses and with only the blue light of the early morning Harry could only see the faint outlines of the invaders of his room. One of them was bigger with vibrant blond hair while the other had a head of gleaming raven black hair.

"Are you going to hurt us with that stick?" asked the bluenette in a disdainful voice.

"Who are you?" demanded Harry ignoring the previous comment.

"It's only polite that you introduce yourself before asking the name of another," said the bluenette.

"You know what?" shouted Harry his anger getting the better of him. "I don't care who you are, get out of my room or else."

The blond chuckled lightly. It was a deep laugh, not mean just amused; it didn't seem to be the laugh of a possible killer. Harry slightly lowered his wand.

"Tsk, tsk," chided the blond. "I see you haven't developed your manners yet. No matter, we'll just have to teach you in time then."

As Harry fumbled for his glasses the blond continued, "By the way, I'm Uzamaki Naruto future Hokage of the Village Hidden in the Leaves and that's Uchiha Sasuke, aka Mister Grumpy Pants." He indicated to the bluenette with a small casual wave of his hand. Harry decided he liked the blond, Uzamaki.

The first thing he saw when his vision cleared as he put on his glasses were two painted porcelain masks, one on the face of Uzamaki and the other covering the face of Uchiha.

"What kind of names are Uzamaki and Uchiha?" he asked frowning.

"Last names," answered Naruto. "In Japan we say the last name first, so you can just call me Naruto if you like and you can call him the Cold hearted bastard."

Harry could not find a way to reply to that statement. For one he was still digesting the blonde's words. "You're from Japan," he said disbelievingly and he felt his eyes grow bigger and bigger and bigger until he was sure they were going to fall out of his eye sockets and he felt his jaw drop further and further and further until he was sure it was going to detach itself from his face.

"Close your mouth and pull your jaw back up, Potter," came the ever-controlled voice of Sasuke Uchiha. Harry wasn't too sure of what to call him yet. Sasuke would seem too familiar while Uchiha or Mr. Uchiha would seem too awkward. Plus something in Sasuke Uchiha's voice told Harry not to get on his bad side so he was going to play it safe.

"Naruto and I are here to protect you from what evils the world present to your life," he continued.

"Yeah," said Naruto nodding vigorously. "Some old crack-up called Dum-dore sent us,"

"Dum-ble-dore," corrected Harry automatically.

"Yeah well, this Dumb-dore old man paid the old hag back home a whole lot of money to get us here and so here we are," finished Naruto somewhat lamely.

Narrowing his eyes Harry asked suspiciously, "How would I know that you're telling the truth?" He was absolutely sure that all this was a fluke or some kind of prank. Heck Dumbledore was dead. How in the world was he supposed to send two bodyguards to protect Harry?

In his dynamic wordless way Sasuke Uchiha handed Harry a small slip of delicate paper that Harry recognized to be rice paper. On it written in thick black ink in bold lines as if with a brush was a small message written in what was unmistakably Dumbledore's curly writing. It said:

Dear Harry,

Hope you are having a good summer. I am sending two young talented ninjas from the school of one of my dear deceased friends to help you with anything that comes up on your wake, because I know for sure that this year I will not be able to help you with your problems. I don't think you're incapable Harry. I just think that you lack experience and have too much innocence in you too deal with the darkness on your own.

To make sure that your guards are the ones I've sent ask to see their faces and cursed seals. Naruto is blond and blue eyed with six marks on his cheeks. His cursed seal is on his stomach. Sasuke has black blue hair and sad and guarded dark eyes. His cursed seal is on the back of his neck.

Have a great summer,

Albus Dumbledore.

P.s. If I know your curiosity I'm sure you'll be tempted to ask them questions about those seals. But don't press them if they don't want to explain, they both have dark pasts and won't like you trying to worm information out of them. In fact they might kill you. Especially Sasuke.

Harry shivered as he finished reading it and grimaced at the irony. Even in death Dumbledore seemed intent on protecting him in the worst possible way. He was sending a possible killer posed as a bodyguard.

Especially Sasuke, those words ran in his ears. For sure Sasuke freaked him out.

But what Harry didn't get was how these ninja's had arrived after Dumbledore's death. Feeling a familiar spark of rage burst in his chest he wondered if Dumbledore would still be alive if they hadn't arrived late.

"Something isn't right," growled Harry unexpectedly. "You can't have been sent by him. He's dead."

Naruto's shoulders drooped a bit. "Oh really? Sorry. I heard you were close to him," he mumbled sadly.

Harry didn't even realize it when his temper took control. "WELL HE WOULD HAVE PROBABLY STILL BEEN ALIVE IF YOU HAD BEEN HERE ON TIME!" he shouted.

"This Dumbledore we are speaking of came to our village two weeks ago," said Sasuke in monotone, his cool façade obviously not broken. "He told us we were not needed until the summer. Even if we had left early it would have taken us several days to reach you."

Opening his mouth to argue Harry clenched his fist angrily. "NO IT WOULDN'T!" he insisted.

"Yes it would," continued Sasuke. "We cannot travel by your so called magic because it interferes with Naruto's "magic" channeling. And besides we learned much useful knowledge about your country and your world on the way."

Even though he was still seething Harry could not deny the logic his Sasuke's words, which he mentally noted formed the longest sentence he had said so far. But he dearly needed to let the rage that had grown in his chest ever since the beloved headmaster's death on anyone.

A soft hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality. "Me and Sasuke both are very sorry for your loss. We have also lost people close to us. We feel your pain," said Naruto with such sincerity Harry couldn't bear to reminisce how rudely he had treated them.

"But we need to forget the past now and deal with the future as well as most importantly the present," said Sasuke in a voice showing no pity or understanding, contrary to Naruto's words.

Once again Harry could not deny the cool reason that infiltrated Sasuke's words. Sighing he said, "Yes. I understand, but I need to see your faces. I'm sure Dumbledore would not want me to be body guarded by Death Eaters in disguise."

Turning his head sideways to Naruto shared what Harry was sure to be a masked annoyed and exasperated look with Sasuke Uchiha. But Sasuke Uchiha took his request easier, swiftly he undid the knot and the ropes tying the mask in place and after a moment Naruto followed in suit.

The ropes fell to the ground and Harry felt his anticipation growing. Naruto's mask came off first and his clear cerulean eyes met Harry's own bright green ones. He smiled widely and Harry noticed the six marks on the sides of his tanned face. His grin was everything Harry expected it to be; large, goofy, kind, and slightly idiotic.

Sasuke's came off in the next second and he gently cupped the mask before letting it fall from his face, careful not to damage it unlike Naruto who had swung his off in an instant.

At first Harry couldn't find words to describe Sasuke. The only thing that came to mind was; beautiful. Before Sasuke had come a long Harry didn't know males could get to be so pretty. Sasuke's smooth impassive face was feminine looking complete with soft looking full pink lips and pale flawless skin. But his onyx eyes were what caught Harry the most. They were dark and alluring as well at the same time sad, resigned and even angry. And they were something else. Something Harry couldn't explain. It was as if Sasuke had locked all his secrets away somewhere in his soul and hid it fearfully from other people. Dumbledore had used the word guarded but Harry knew that that wasn't it. Perhaps it was fearful? No. Perhaps wary? No, that wasn't it either.

"Well we'll be going to our long earned shower now," said Naruto's voice and Harry's thoughts shattered.

Dragging Sasuke with him Naruto went to the door. "Hang on," frowned Harry. "You're taking a shower together? Do you even know where the shower is?"

Giving Harry an 'are you stupid?' look Naruto said, "Duh! We're not such complete idiots to not know a bathroom when we see one." Then he seemed to ponder something and Sasuke walked out the door. "Unless that is you want to shower too?" he asked.

Harry quickly shook his head and Naruto shrugged his shoulder and left after Sasuke's shadow.

As soon as they left the room Harry suddenly remembered he was supposed to check for Sasuke and Naruto's cursed seals. Quickly he padded into the hall cautiously after them.

Strange sounds were coming from inside the bathroom. First Harry heard a low growl, then a loud hiss, and a reluctant moan. Next came short gasps and -was that a mewl?

Wondering what in the world his two bodyguards were doing Harry's hands tightened around the doorknob. They were probably fighting. They seemed like the type to start a fight at any moment. Did he really want to interfere and get possibly beat up?

Abruptly a sharp cry came from inside. Okay that's it Harry thought. He wasn't going to stand around and let someone get hurt. Quickly he stomped through the door. And what he saw stopped him in his tracks.

Sasuke wearing nothing but a pair of slinky dark blue boxers was pinned down by a shirtless most likely very horny Naruto who had a hand down Sasuke's backside. Harry's eyes noticed a swirly elaborate pattern tattooed on Naruto's stomach. That's probably the cursed seal, he though grimly. I'll find out more about it later, was about the think but then mentally slapped himself for thinking about doing exactly what Dumbledore predicted in to do.

With his hands raking Naruto's bold yellow hair, Sasuke smashed their lips together in the most passionate kiss Harry had ever seen. A faint pink blush was spreading across Sasuke's delicate aristocratic features and as Naruto leant down to suckle on his nape sharp gasps and mews escaped his pink lips.

"Oh god," gasped Sasuke. "Not here Naruto."

"Why not?" asked Naruto breathing against Sasuke's bare skin. Harry watched shamelessly as Sasuke's body trembled lightly in Naruto's firm hold, but he also spotted a smaller and less complicated tattoo on the right side of Sasuke's neck. Though it was smaller it somehow looked more dangerous than Naruto's. Perhaps it was because it was made of a black colour unlike Naruto's, which was orange and red.

By the dreaded chance of fate Sasuke's hazy onyx eyes fell upon Harry who was watching with perverted interest. Those beautifully hazy eyes suddenly turned to a fierce bloody red colour and Harry took a step back.

"Get off," demanded Sasuke in what Harry recognized a weak imitation of his usual detached tone. Pushing Naruto off himself roughly Sasuke scrambled to his feet and glared daggers at Harry with those suddenly scary eyes of his.

Harry was surprised his scar didn't pain him. Those eyes were almost exactly like Voldemort's crimson snake like slits. They were filled with the same anger, determination, pride and most of all the same longing for power. Instead his scar prickled gently in an almost loving way. Harry had not thought it was capable of expressing such emotion.

As Naruto reached longing for Sasuke's body again the said boy slapped his hands away and asked Harry harshly, "What do you want?"

Though Sasuke's expression fierce and almost devoid of expressions such as anger and embarrassment a dark furious blush was written all over his cheeks and Harry had to laugh at the breakdown of his indifferent pretense.

Sasuke's sharp gaze cut into Harry again who tried his very hardest to control himself. "I'll come back some other time," he managed to mutter through his hysterical laughter and retreated through the door.

But as Harry regained his sensibility back in his room he remembered Sasuke's wild red eyes. They were like the rest of him somehow dangerously beautiful but as he thought back carefully Harry found they also contained three other emotions; loneliness, sadness, and despair; the same emotions he saw in the mirror everyday.

There you go! That's that! Hope you liked it. Leave a review please! I'd really appreciate it. Very very very much.