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It was lunch, Haru and her friends along with Kisame decided to spend some time outside in the warm sunshine. Haru and her friends were sitting beside the lake, while Ankoku was playing around in the shallow water. As for Kisame, he wanted to take a swim in the black lake. Haru sighed as she had her homework for the week spread out in front of her while eating her bento box launch, while her friends We're either doing their homework or eating. When a note appeared in front of them. As Haru and all her friends fought to roll their eyes at the note.

Ms. Peverell,

My dear, I was wondering if you might join me for a spot of tea this afternoon after you have finished launch.

Professor Albus Dumbledore

P.S. I do so enjoy Ice Mice

Neville asked, "Who's it from?" Haru handed the note over, resumed doing her work. She was prepared for this, Her father had given her a heads up she told herself.

"What do you think the headmaster wants with you?" Neville asked after he had read the note, his voice slightly worried for his friend.

Haru looked confused and shrugged her shoulders. "I have no idea," she replied.

"Well, I wouldn't worry, you haven't done anything," Neville said before he cringed. "Well, not anything too bad - you don't think it's about your argument with Ron, do you?" Haru only giggled as Kisame smirked as he heard that as he was walking towards the group of children. when he thought about the confrontation with Weasley just yesterday. "I know that I'm sure the headmaster just wants a chat or something after all he and the potters are in big trouble with my father and my village," Haru said.

"He was a bit mental," Theo said after looking around to make sure he wasn't within earshot.

"Totally," Blaise agreed.

Having finished her food, Haru stood, "Well, I guess I'll see you guys later then," she said. "We can wait for you if you like," Neville offered. "In the library, maybe?"

Nodding, Haru agreed, "Thanks, that would be great."

After giving the ridiculous password to the gargoyle guarding the headmaster's office, Both Haru and Kisame walked up, the steps and knocked, not entering until they heard Dumbledore call out.

"Headmaster," Haru greeted as she entered. "Haru, my dear, welcome, do take a seat," Albus said, his voice affectionate and grandfatherly. Both ninjas knew it was just an act, Had Haru did not know what a manipulative old coot he was, she could have easily believed that he really was just a kind, old man. Thank god for her father had taught her how to read someone's true nature. Taking a seat, while Kisame was standing behind her. Haru looked at the headmaster. "You wanted to see me, sir?" she said.

"Yes, nothing to worry about though, my dear," Dumbledore replied. "I just wanted to have a chat with you, see how you were fairing."

Haru fought not to roll her eyes. But Kisame he just rolled his eyes at the headmaster. "I'm fine, thank you, sir," Haru said softly.

Only for the office doors opened there stood Jacob Potter stepped forward, trying – and failing – to look earnest and ashamed, and cleared his throat. "Forgive me for interrupting the both of you." His smile was more like a grimace than anything. "I have done a lot of thinking and wish to express my apologies for everything I have done against Haru. My behavior was inappropriate. Please forgive me." Smiling with false humility, Jacob did his best to infuse the key phrase with magic, as he'd been taught.

Watching her so-called brother, Haru randomly wondered if Dumbledore's apparent constipation was spreading, because Jacob certainly looked like he was suffering from it.

Albus watched in approval, pleased that Jacob had memorized his lines so perfectly, and sent a wink over at the corner where James and Lily Potter huddled beneath a disillusionment charm. He could almost feel James's agitation at having to use such a charm instead of the vaunted Potter Family Invisibility Cloak. If Jacob played his part properly, that cloak would be back in Albus's …. err, James's…. control within the hour.

Jacob, however, was losing a little confidence under the combined threat of two dispassionate stares. Haru's too-bright green eyes were creepy enough, but when they were accompanied by the bloody stare of her Bodyguard, it was hard to take. Still, he had been coached well and knew what he had to do. He had to do this right or face the consequences of losing his birthright to a slimy snake. Headmaster Dumbledore had promised him that the powerful old wizard could certainly outwit the Slytherin and set things right. And everyone knew that Dumbledore was the greatest wizard since Merlin himself. Confidence rising again, he focused on the part he had to play and plastered a pleading look on his face.

Haru did not need the warning squeeze Kisame gave, but she appreciated it all the same. Really, it was almost insulting that anyone could believe this wasn't completely transparent! Offering a small, chilly smile, that her big sister Anko taught her. she said impassively, "Specifically, Mr. Potter, for what do you request forgiveness?"

Jacob offered a blank stare as he tried to improvise. Dumbledore and his parents didn't cover this! What had he done that was so wrong? "Uh…. Well, the duel, I suppose," he offered uncertainly. Was that one of the things Haru expected to hear? Haru raised one eyebrow mockingly. "Not sure, Jacob? What, exactly, are you apologizing for with regard to 'the duel', as you call it? Humor me."

Jacob tried to keep from scowling, but his voice showed his irritation as he rushed the words to get them out before they could choke him. "Well, I probably should have planned the duel better. he realized that maybe he'd given away a little too much information to the avid listeners. They had needed witnesses for when Haru retracted Jacobs's penalties, but he had to be careful to control what was revealed.

Was it possible for a blood Thirsty stare to carry ice chips? Because the look of Haru's Bodyguard was aiming at him had Jacob shivering, and that was before the intimidating man said softly, "I give you a Troll on that response, Mr. Potter. If I was a teacher but I could tell You still haven't learned to do adequate research for your assignments, have you?" Kisame said while glaring at the fat boy

Dumbledore shifted worriedly, clearly understanding the message. That Ms. Peverell's, Bodyguard was unquestionably on to their tactics. he thought viciously. Perched on his bony shoulder, Fawkes suddenly decided it was a grand time to sink his beak into Albus's hair and start plucking. Albus tried to shoo the determined bird away, knowing that the damn thing would soon be drawing blood. Honestly, why anyone would think being, a master to a phoenix was a blessing was beyond him; they were annoying, overgrown featherheads most of the time. Wincing at another hard tug on his scalp, he tried to focus on the scene by the doors, and thus missed the new deposit of 'hawk chawk' that dripped down the back of his mustard yellow and baby-poo green robes.

Confused, Jacob just shifted his weight and tried to pull the conversation back to the script he had been given. "Anyway…. uh…um…Oh!... After all, we may be cousins, when all is said and done, we are family!" He stared hopefully at Haru, mentally urging her to recite the next line.

He was disappointed.

Haru raised her eyebrows and said mockingly, "You already said that, Jacob.

Once again, Jacob found himself staring blankly as he tried to think for himself without hopelessly screwing this up. He was in a quandary because of his parents and the Headmaster had all sternly warned him to not deviate and not lose his temper. Hard to do when Haru Peverell refused to cooperate and was seriously pissing him off.

Producing a very fake laugh, Jacob offered his Number Four Crooked Grin and Hand Mussing Hair Combo and said, "Well, I know for certain I shouldn't have dueled you! I apologize for that. Do you forgive me?" Damn it, it was essential to get Haru to say the words!

Haru was uncooperative. "Jacob, there was nothing at all wrong with you dueling me. Why would you think so? It is, after all, an acceptable wizarding practice in settling disputes. Legal and everything!"

The blank look was becoming a habit by this time. "Well, I lost! So, yeah, I'm sorry about that!" He couldn't quite keep from glaring.

Haru's smile was still chilly. "And if you had won?" Dumbledore shifted urgently, trying to catch Jacob's attention before he mucked this up.

Too late.

"Of course not!" Jacob snapped incredulously. "Obviously! Who would be sorry to win a duel?" Kisame looked like he was carved in marble. "Of course not, indeed, Mr. Potter. Your only regret in any of this is that your cousin bested you. You have no understanding at all regarding your faults and failings. Perhaps you could simply speed this up and tell us specifically what you are trying to accomplish here? False apologies aside, of course. And to make it quick; Haru needs to get to class." Kisame said in a bored tone.

Drawing a deep breath, he tried the grin/hair tug combo again and said the most important line of the script, infusing as much magic as he could into the words. "Will you pardon my transgressions?" He amped up the charm in his smile and gazed imploringly at the Basta…um….his cousin, hands disarmingly open.

Emerald eyes should never be so cold and unemotional. And the blood Thirsty stare was even scarier that way. In the hushed moments, as the twin glares focused on him like icy lasers, Jacob was certain that he would rather be standing this close to a Dementor than to these two. "No."

With that single word, Kisame and Haru turned to leave the headmasters office. Unable to keep up the act, Jacob's expression morphed to frustrated rage as he seized Haru's shoulder to pull the girl to face him and shouted, "What the FUCK do you mean, 'NO'?! Why the hell not?!" The hand gripping Haru's shoulder clenched hard as Jacob's rage allowed him to force angry magic through his grip into the smaller girl's skin and muscles. He tightened his grip even further and shook his wand into his other hand, preparing to strike and somehow force the little bitch to comply.

Within half a second of Jacob Potter touching Haru, Kisame swung his sword at the little Pricks neck trapping him agents door. Seizing Potter's thumb and bending it back as he forcibly removed the enraged boy's hand from the princess, Kisame kicked the brat in the stomach hard. Causing Jacob to cough up blood.

Don't ever touch the princess again, you, little piece of shit." Kisame said as he turned towards Dumbledore and glared and said in the darkest voice he can muster. "I'll make sure the Hokage hears about this." and with that, both Haru and Kisame leave the headmasters office.

Time Skip

After the confirmation in the headmaster's office, Kisame went back to the abandoned classroom to write his report and inform the Hokage about what happened and hoping to see that the potters get another fine for attacking the Princess.

Haru sighed as she was Walking the long way to the Slytherin dungeons, so she could read the letter she got from Gaara earlier that morning, Haru tried to dispel her anger.

Lost as she was in her darkest thoughts, Haru barely stopped herself from colliding with a dark figure. Looking up, Haru nervously met the eyes of Professor Snape. "I'm sorry, sir," she said. "I was not paying attention to where I was going."

"Clearly," Snape said, his drawling voice. "You should take care to pay attention, Ms. Peverell."

"Yes, sir," Haru said, standing awkwardly in front of the man.

"It is, however, fortunate for you that I had need of your presence," Snape said. "I have almost finished brewing the scar ointment that your father Requested for you. If you come by my office after dinner tonight, it shall be ready for collection."

"Thank you, sir," Haru replied.

"It is of no matter," Snape said before he continued down the corridor, his black robes billowing. Haru, reeling that conversation had calmed her somewhat, quickly made her way to the common room.

Gathering a few extra pieces of parchment and a few quills. Haru Reunited with her friends, Haru spent the afternoon in the library, reading Gaara's letter while her friends worked on their homework.

Dear Haru,

Getting married sounds good. Shukaku thinks it is a good idea as well. Then, neither of us will be alone. Also, I really like your song I could only wish I could hear it for reals.

From, Gaara.

Like arranged, Haru made her way to the dungeons after dinner, Neville bravely offering to go with her. Smiling Haru had waved him off. Haru had received a note during dinner with directions to Snape's office. Reaching it, Haru was fascinated to see that the portrait guarding it was of a young man sitting on a basilisk; after checking it out, she eventually asked the portrait to inform the professor she was here. "You may enter," the portrait said, opening the door for Haru.

Deciding to take a chance, Haru quietly slipped into Parseltongue, "Thank you." The portrait started and stared at Haru intently as she passed.

Entering the office, Haru looked around in mild curiosity. She had never been inside her head of house, office. "Surprised at the lack of coffins and blood?" came Snape's drawling voice. There was a slight challenge in there that Haru picked up on; though what he was challenging, Haru didn't know. Haru turned to the sound and smiled slightly. "No sir, everybody knows that you keep the coffins and blood in your personal rooms. It's the chains and whips you keep here," Haru risked joking.

Snape seemed to freeze before his mouth twitched slightly. "And I thought I had hidden that so well," he drawled.

Haru giggled and, after a beat of silence, said, "Thank you, sir, for making my ointment." "As I have said, Ms. Peverell, it is of no consequence," he said, reaching into his robes and pulling out a metal vial. "When you are running low, inform me and I shall make more before you run out."

Haru nodded and left.

Meanwhile at Suna

Dear Gaara,

Is one of us supposed to send a ring? Did you know that we have to kiss when we get married? Kissing seems nice. Do you want to kiss? I would not mind. I am sending a picture of myself. You should send one too.

Love, Haru

Gaara looked at the letter with cold, calculating eyes. 'Do I open it?' He questioned, turning it over in his hands. "You really don't have to ask every fucking time you get a letter, Gaara." Shukaku sighed. This boy would be the death of him. "Okay." The boy voiced, carefully pulling it open. He liked to save the envelopes and letters so he could read them again later. They were very special to him. Very special indeed. He couldn't let anything happen to them, and he couldn't let anyone else read them either.

The first thing Gaara pulled out was the letter. Haru's handwriting was so neat, unlike his own, which came out wobbly. She had never complained about it though. He read her every word carefully, and twice too. Kissing sounded very nice. It made him happy. And Haru was right, he needed to get her a ring. "You kids are moving too fucking fast I swear to God." Shukaku shook his head. 'We are in love.' Gaara told him. "Yes. I'm sure that's what this is." He grumbled. Haru was only Eleven, and Gaara, Twelve. Both acted a little old for their age, but that didn't, technically, make them any older. "Then I should make her my girlfriend first?" Gaara asked quietly. "Yes! Perfect! You scared me there for a second. I thought you had no common sense." Shukaku wanted them together, but not too fast. Like sweet Mary, Jesus, and Joseph. Gaara nodded absentmindedly, reading the letter again. 'She said love at the end.' He mentally said to himself, feeling flustered.

'Wait... Picture?!'

Gaara all but ripped the envelope open, yanking the small photograph out. It had obviously been taken by someone else or the help of her magic. Haru sat on her bed, a small smile on her face. She was making a peace sign, but her kimono sleeves were so long you could only see the top halves of her two fingers. A blush grew on Gaara's face. 'She is cute. Like a baby dog.' Gaara decided. "A puppy." Shukaku corrected. 'That is what I said.' The redhead responded. "Ahhh, of course. My bad." Shukaku scoffed sarcastically but was ignored. Gaara was far too busy staring at the picture.

Her large, doe emerald green eyes seemed so innocent and so secretive. Long Black Raven hair, Her petite body reminded him of a small animal, and it made him want to hold and protect her. He'd never felt like this before, but maybe that's because he'd never met someone interested in him. As a teenage boy, he had hormones and wants. He wanted someone to love. A girlfriend, like all the heroines in the books he read. Someone he could protect and hug without them flinching away. Someone he could smile with.

Someone like Haru.

"What the fuck, Romeo. You're Twelve calm the fuck down hun."

Meanwhile back with Haru

Haru rose with the sun and smiled as she left a note for Daphne, telling her friend where she went. She then went downstairs after getting dressed in her training outfit and left the common room to head outside, she ran into the caretaker and smiled as she wished him a good morning. The caretaker blinked in shock as Haru then headed outside and began to stretch for about ten minutes; she then started running and did laps for about an hour to an hour and a half around the castle.

Seeing the time Haru decides to head back to the castle while wiping her feet on the mat outside, Filch watched in surprise as Ms. Norris walked forward to examine the new First year and Haru noticed the cat and grinned and knelt as she then softly called "Here Kitty, kitty, kitty!"

Ms. Norris was surprised as she came closer and got a delightful scratch behind her ears and a few Temptation kitties treat from the gentle student, Filch watched as the girl then stood and smiled as she said "See you later kitty! I have to go take a quick shower and get ready..."

Haru ran off as Filch gave a tiny smile when he called Ms. Norris so they could do their rounds, Haru smiled as she entered her dorm room.

She then she snuck into Daphne's room once inside she gently woke Daphne and said: " Daphne, you better get ready for the day before we head off to breakfast." Daphne sat up with a yawn and smiled at her friend after she was more awake, Daphne then got up and got her stuff ready as the two girls headed into the Bathroom to shower. Daphne and Haru joked from their stalls as they showered then quickly got ready for the day.

Haru grinned as she helped herself to a bowl of rice and miso soup along with broiled fish. Only to stop eating when she saw Kuro flying their way dropping off her letter in front of Haru while she stroked Kuro's lovely black feathers feeding him a piece of bacon.

Dear Haru,

Shukaku believes we should date first. What do you think? I believe he is correct, and that is the natural order of things, but I have no problems with marriage. I will send a picture of myself in my next letter. I must obtain a camera. You are very... cute. I will cherish this photograph.

Love, Gaara

Haru smiled as she began to write some letters one for Gaara and another back home to her family. Once done writing Haru tied the letters and some small seal scrolls to Kuro's leg the scrolls were filled with some Wizarding Candy for her family to try while Gaara got some Chocolate Frogs. The hawk nuzzled his Mistress cheek then took to the skies.

Only for everyone in the hall to jump in shock when they heard Kisame let out a loud screech, falling from his hiding spot. "It's on me!" He shrieked loudly, his limbs flailing about as he squirmed in attempts to get the cat who happens to be Ms. Norris off his face. Ms. Norris hissed in retaliation, earning more screams from Kisame.

"Oh no Kisame I'll save you, and no kitty, Kisame isn't food! Haru said as she jumped and tackled Ms. Norris off of Kisame, who jumped away immediately.