Original A/N: Yo! This is just a short note, I won't keep those interested from reading my story (it's brand new ), I'd just like to ask you to please mention if you see any errors in the language since this is a field in which I would like to develop (and my English teacher ain't that good…). Anyways, this is my first attempt at writing Naruto, Harry Potter or crossover fiction of any kind, so please; enjoy!

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Chapter 1

The Hokage's office was neat, clean and spotless. The Sandaime Hokage himself sat leaned over his desk, rubbing his temples. This was a risky mission, nothing he normally would have sent a single ANBU-operative on, but a team. The payment, though, was overwhelming; in fact it was the largest payment he'd ever heard of. And frankly, Konoha needed the money. There were no ninjas to spare, sure, the peace treaties signed by the Fourth still held, but the village was in a vulnerable state, and had been since the attack of the Kyuubi little over a year ago. They were under constant threat of war from other villages that would, without a doubt, attack if they knew just how bad their predicament was.

"ANBU Wolf," the short ANBU officer in the middle of the room immediately snapped to attention.

"Under normal circumstances this mission would have required a full four- man cell, but you are aware of the state of our village. This is an A-, possibly S- ranked mission, basic instructions are simple, locate target, and assassinate," he handed a scroll and a plain, black backpack to the waiting Wolf.

"Specific instructions and equipment," the Hokage said. The ANBU turned to leave but stopped as the Hokage spoke again.

"Oh, I almost forgot," as Wolf turned around a giant, ink- black owl landed on his shoulder with a flutter of wings. The bird was so large it could barely fit one of its feet on his shoulder; the other foot clung to the black fabric on the sleeve of his ANBU uniform. Wolf had to fight to hide his surprise, which seemed to highly amuse the Sandaime Hokage behind his desk.

"You'll need her to pass the dimensional gap." This time the ANBU went rigid. The gap? No one had passed it for many years, the last time it was heard of was nearly twenty years ago, the then not yet Hokage Namikaze Minato had apparently returned only a few minutes later, complaining about the bad smell and the far too great amount of people. Knowledge of the world beyond the gap was practically nonexistent. But Wolf was a ninja, a tool. He would not complain.

The gap is not the space between two dimensions; not really, it is more like a crack in the substance a dimension is made of (whatever that is), a crack that successfully cut the two parts away from each other, causing the worlds to alter slightly.

ANBU Wolf, aka Hatake Kakashi, checked over his equipment one last time. Along with standard mission supplies, (such as soldier pills, a reasonable amount of food and water, an almost bizarre amount of shuriken and kunais, a first aid kit, his father's tantō and a few other knick-knacks) he now also carried tickets for something called a "flight" that apparently was going to take him around half the world on the other side, a passport declaring that was nineteen year old Goto Morinaga, student in and citizen of a country called "Japan" and a somewhat large amount of currency split up in different forms. He looked up at the owl that sat on the lowest branch of a nearby tree. Kakashi removed his ANBU mask for a second, adjusted the hitai-ate he wore underneath in order to cover his left eye better, and replaced the gleaming white mask. He henged into the scrawny, bespecled shape of Morinaga and glanced at the bird again.

Had she been inclined to care, the owl might have given a comforting hoot for the (to her sharp eyes and ears) obviously anxious youth. She didn't, though.

A croak that would have better suited one of Jiraya-sama's toads emitted from the great owl as it swooped down past Kakashi. He followed the black shape between the trees to the place where (according to his map) the gap would be located.

He was actually disappointed when they after less than a minute reached the spot. He had at least expected a sign or a gate or something, the only thing he could see that looked remotely strange (okay, it looked very strange) was the fact that everything on top of a small line (it looked like someone had drawn it on the ground with a stick) seemed to have been cut in two and then been not quite accurately glued back together. The bird passed the line without a problem and the seemingly skinny, blemished, Japanese teenager got into a run (that for a ninja would have been considered slow), to keep up with the bird. At first he only felt a tingling sensation as he crossed the line. Then, suddenly, everything turned black. No not really black, the space around him became… empty.

Since the death of his sensei nearly one and a half year ago he had… well, prided himself in not being fazed by anything. Ninjas should not show emotion, but for these past months he had, it seemed, being unable to even feel any. Not even when he stood alone before the memorial stone could he make himself truly feel.

But now, now he was afraid. It was something deeply wrong with this. He could still see the owl soaring only one or two short steps ahead of him as he ran. Clear as day, and he could still feel the pounding of his feet against the ground, but the empty blackness around him swallowed everything else. He felt disturbingly light, as if the weight of the air and atmosphere above had lifted away. He also felt alone. Not that that particular feeling was new to him. But he had never truly felt so cut off.

Now he understood what Sandaime Hokage-sama had meant when he said that he'd need the bird to pass the gap. Without her he would have been completely lost. Despite the total emptiness around them she had a clear heading. How she did it without any kind of references except the force that kept them from soaring away as down, Kakashi had no clue. Right now he wasn't that interested either.

The first thing that returned was the smell. The fact that he possessed the inhuman senses of the Hatake clan did not make it any better. It felt like he was choking. The smoky, acrid stench was something he had only scented once before, but could clearly remember. It was the smell of exhaust fumes from a car.

Five year old Hatake Kakashi walked beside his father along the festively decorated main street of Konohagakure no Sato. On the outside he looked like a chibi version of the White Fang himself, though he still lacked the forehead-plate with the leaf insignia. Kakashi held his expression cold, doing everything possible to look as unfazed by the festivities around him as the older ninja. Inside he was almost bursting with happiness, he wanted to hold his father's hand, bounce with excitement and exclaim over all the magnificent sights around him, like the other children. But he kept all of it inside. Being to an event like this with his father was almost a matter of celebration in itself.

Both Hatakes wrinkled their noses in identical expressions when they smelled it. The roar of a well kept engine was heard and Kakashi could no longer keep his excitement inside. He had heard of cars, one of the kids in the academy (three years older than Kakashi, but still) even had a small model of one. Kakashi had never dared to approach him to take a closer look, but he had secretly admired the toy from afar.

His own father would never have considered giving his son such a gift, for as long as Kakashi could remember he had always been given shuriken or kunai for his birthday, along with the promise of further training in the use of them. He actually owned a ragged teddy bear, but was quite sure that it was a remnant from his mother; who had been killed during a mission. He had been too young to remember anything about her.

The young feudal lord of the Country of Fire roared the engine of his sleek black vehicle. Rumour had it that it had been transported all the way from the land of Snow. When he turned onto the main street he couldn't keep himself from showing off, despite his advisors earlier dissuasions. Damn those boring old geezers. He roared the engine one last time before stepping on the gas pedal, accelerating disturbingly fast. The car disappeared behind houses as the street curved slightly, leaving a stunned crowd of people behind along with two silver- haired Hatakes choking in the exhaust. Luckily Konoha's Yellow Flash had caught up with the speed blinded young lord before he could seriously harm anyone. He had been forced to stay at Konoha's hospital up until two weeks after the incident.

Apparently cars were more fragile, and more easily manipulated by forces from the side, than Kakashi's soon to be sensei had thought.

The concentration of gas in the air was many times thousand of what it had been back then, making the young ANBU feel dizzy. Mere seconds after the smell came everything else in an explosion of light and noise. Wolf thought it a miracle that he himself didn't explode. Someone immediately bumped into his shoulder and yelled something about looking out, disappearing in the massive sea of people before he had even had time to recover from the shock of being out of the darkness. All around him rose giant steel and glass contraptions and the roar from the traffic of cars on the part of the road that seemed intended for them overwhelmed his sensitive ears. His surprise was still big, though not as much as from all of the other new revelations the world on this other side of the gap had brought, when he realised that the sun stood much lower in the sky. It was still rising here, either the time was a few hours behind here or, if both sides of the gap lay equally in time he'd been running through the gap for something like twenty hours (though it had seemed to be about five minutes). He shuddered at the thought and then realized if that was the case he'd missed his flight with half a day. He found a newsstand not far away and read with relief that it still was the third of September, which indeed also was the date stated on his plane ticket. All around him people in formal looking suits chattered into small handheld devices, only adding to the great cacophony of noise. So this was Tokyo, Japan.

ANBU Wolf looked around one last time, realized that the owl was nowhere to be seen, and began his search for something called an "airport".

Relief washed over him as he after several hours finally could relax into his seat at the airplane, feeling that nothing this world could bring would surprise him anymore. Thank Kami he at least knew the language; he would never have reached this far without being able to ask for directions, hurting his pride as an ANBU in the process. Wolf barely dared to think of how it would be when he arrived in England; he had deliberately not learnt the language to make interrogation more difficult if he were to be captured (not that he intended to). He was starting to regret his decision.

The masses of people out in the streets had decreased drastically after barely an hour, but had instead been replaced by a heat almost impossible to endure. Sure Konoha had warmth all year around but to this place even Suna in the middle of the desert fell behind. Somehow the massive glass buildings reflected the light, as well as the heat, concentrating it, making it spread all around along with heating the asphalted ground, making heat radiate (along with sharp fumes) from below. Needless to say the cooled air in the plane felt like a god-given gift. He had never expected this mission to be so exhausting before he even reached the right country.

Wolf had been annoyed when he discovered that you not only had to show your personal identification but also pass through a metal detector. He had no idea if the guards here were able to detect chakra and therefore see through a regular bunshin, or if they could dispel genjutsus. And he had no intention what so ever to leave his weapons behind. After a few moments of watching he had learnt that they only actually touched you or your belongings if you set of the annoyingly beeping metal detector. He stepped around a corner and hid out of sight behind an automat from which you could buy soda (to his surprise there was brands of soda here that he recognised from Konoha, apparently Coca-Cola was interdimensional…). He quickly created a simple bunshin, a Kage Bunshin was out question since it would still set of the alarms, and he figured that the other types of clone techniques he knew would leave to much traces behind, and they were a lot more chakra consuming. He only hoped that no one would bump into the clone, realizing it was not really there.

His bunshin passed the control without any issues and when Wolf was sure it had passed he performed a simple body-flicker and disbanded the clone. Even more annoying than the metal detector was the camera that snapped your picture when you passed through the scan, so that they had a picture-proof of everyone who had actually passed it. The ANBU-operative was fairly certain that the people had no idea that their picture was taken, but had with noted with satisfaction that his clone set of the camera as it passed. Had that little feature not been built in Wolf would've simply snuck past the control, and not being forced to the chakra waste of creating a clone in the first place.

The past hours of being overwhelmed by this not-entirely-new dimension along with lack of nourishment and the long time he'd maintained his disguise was starting to tear at his reserves. He was pleased to hear that warm meals would be served during the fourteen hour long flight, though he doubted that he'd be able to get much rest. Beside the tension he already felt about soon being trapped inside this can of a plane ten thousand feet in the air, a baby had started to scream in a heart- tearing way only a couple of seats away.

ANBU Wolf took the encoded mission description out of his backpack and checked over the information again. The place where to find his target was a school labelled "Hogwarts", located in "Scotland, Great Britain", coordinates were provided in the description, target was one "Albus Dumbledore".

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Note, 11 April 2011: Revisions have begun! Only minor changes in this chapter, please let me know if you find errors.