Red Hand

Summary: In order to recover from the deaths of his teammates a young Kakashi is given a mission to hunt missing-nins in a country overseas where he will stay in a castle with one of Sandaimes old friends; and eccentric old man named Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. :.:.Naruto/HP Crossover.:.:

Genre: Drama/Angst

Rating: T

Author's Notes: Yes, this is a Naruto/Harry Potter crossover. This story has been in my head for many months and it's actually the novel I'm writing for NaNoWriMo...yes, the novel I'm writing for NaNo is a fanfiction. So what? Does it look like I care? Uh...no! So yah, if I actually succeed in NaNoWriMo then this story will be at least 50,000 words AND done by the end of Novemeber. Kapesh? (If you don't know what NaNoWriMo is then go google it...mkay?)

Don't worry, I have not abandoned "Fade to Black" nor "Self-Sustained Hell." Once November is over then I will be returning my focus to those two stories.

Oh, and this story is not in any way connected in any of my other stories so what has happened in "Fade to Black" so far is NOT being used as the past for this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Harry Potter. They are both owned by other, much richer people, mkay?

Please R&R

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The suns shines brightly behind me, casting my shadow across the Memorial Stone and hiding the names carved in to its cold surface.

Names that mock me, names that won't let me forget. Memories so raw. People I can't forget but I refuse to let myself remember.

My mask is wet, soaked with tears that I can't stop. Soaked with guilt and pain, memories of the good and the bad. The forgotten lay here, names that are faceless, left to fade away. People that no longer breath, no longer think nor feel.

It should be me. My name should be carved in this stone. It should be my name becoming faceless and fading away.

"Kakashi," an old man's voice reaches my ears, "You should be covering your Sharingan."

I don't move to push my hitaiate down. I don't move to cover Obito's eye. Maybe if I stare at this stone long enough with someone else's eye then maybe I'll understand why this happened. Maybe I'll be able to figure everything out.

"Kakashi," he whispers as he stands to my right.

"It's always the people I care about," I mutter, "that end up here."

"Obito isn't going to be able to show you anything more then you can see yourself."

"I shouldn't have become friends with them, I shouldn't have gotten close to them," my voice starts to break.

I new torrent of tears make their way down my face. I fresh wave of guilt and shame.

After a few minutes of silence I wipe the tears from my eyes and push my hitaiate down to cover my left eye; Obito's Sharingan.

"Kakashi," Sarutobi's stern voice, now taking his serious tone, "I know that you've asked for time off but there's a long-term mission that I think you might be able to benefit from."

"Yes?" I ask, turning to face the now re-established Third Hokage.

"As you know," he starts, "many missing-nins have fled to try and find safety overseas. I've managed, with help from a friend that happens to live overseas, to locate many of these missing-nins. Now I just need someone to take care of them."

"I'll go," I cut in, "to wherever it is you want me to go."

He nods, "Very well. This friend of mine is the Headmaster of a boarding school for wizards and witches so you'll be staying in the school."

"Wizards and witches?" I question.

"Magic and chakra are the same thing, they just use their chakra in different ways then we use ours," Sarutobi explains.

I nod. This could be interesting.

"What is your friends name?" I ask, returning my gaze to the Memorial Stone.

"Albus Dumbledore," Sandaime replies, "But I must warn you, he is quite old, quite…how should I say this? Eccentric? Yes…quite eccentric."

I nod.

"He's also very strong," he continues, "I fear that his chakra, combined with the chakra of all the students and the other teachers, may overwhelm your senses. It may take awhile for you to adjust to the atmosphere there."

"I accept," I state.

I turn around and begin to walk away.

"Oh, and also," Sarutobi calls to me, "You'll be assisting Professor Remus Lupin in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. And you'll need to learn to speak English."

I keep walking but I wave my right hand to acknowledge that I heard him.

"You'll be leaving in six days!" he calls after my retreating form.

"Oh for fuck sakes," I mutter under my breath as I jump into a tree.

The sun beats against my back as I take off running through the branches. I have one more place to visit today as there's someone I must talk to. Someone that has to know that I will be gone for a very long time.

"Now what are you going to think about this father?" I whisper as I drop from the trees to stand at the edge of a graveyard, "Your son is leaving to go to a magic school."

The thought is absurd.