Disclaimer: No I do NOT own Naruto or Harry Potter for that matter. If I did I still wouldn't be going to school and sitting in boring classes all day long. This is the last time I'm going to say it. :) But, if I could own someone it would be Kakashi... but I don't. Sadly.

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Chapter 1: Plea for Help

Albus Dumbledore sat alone in his office, his long fingers entertwined. His half-moon spectacles sat perched on the bridge of his crooked nose. Sighing, he picked up one of the many quills littering his desk, and began to write. The headmaster put careful thinking into each word, his slender fingers mirroring his intentions. After a few minutes, he laid the quill back down and examined his finished work.

Dear Sandaime Hokage of Konahagakure no Sato,

I'm terribly sorry to inform you that we are in desperate need of your assistance. A student by the name of Harry Potter has been targeted by the Dark Wizard, Voldemort. Last year, he tried to steal what is know as the Philosopher's Stone. Luckily for us, he was stopped and the stone promptly destroyed. This year we hope to step up security for the boy's sake. I implore you to please send a guard to aid our school. I know a war is going on in your home country, but we cannot properly protect the young man twenty-four hours a day. We will of course pay the initial fee of a S- Rank mission. If shinobi are few, we will fully understand.

--Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

The headmaster folded the parchment into thirds and slid it into a light brown colored envelope. He sealed it using wax. Then he put two fingers in his mouth and whistled. A second later, a white snow owl flew through the open window, and landed lightly on the oak desk. The bird clicked his beak in anticipation. Dumbledore wrote the Hokage's name in black on the outside of the envelope, and gave it to the tiny bird. The owl's amber eyes waited for a name.

"Take this to Sandaime in Konoha." he said slowly.

The owl gave him a muffled hoot, and flapped his wings. Flying through the window, he disappeared from sight.

The headmaster silently prayed that his old friend could somehow come to his aid. God only knew they needed it.

Konahakagure no Sato

The Third Hokage carefully opened the envelope the owl had brought him. The bird was probably glad that his task was finished. Sandaime unfolded the parchment. His eyes scanning every line, word for word. After he was done, he sighed. Albus Dumbledore was indeed a very good friend and they had known each other for quite a long time. But there was a war being fought on his very doorstep, and shinobi were short as it was.

Thinking about the matter, he was about to reply that Konoha was in no shape to spare any shinobi at the present time. The tiny owl's eyes widened a bit and it hooted sadly. He knew it was time to fly again. But before the Hokage's pen could hit the paper, the door was forcefully thrown open, with enough power to break it.

Sandiame looked up to see a young ANBU shinobi standing before him. The boy was no older than fourteen, five feet eight inches tall, one hundred and average weight. A shock of white hair cascaded down and into his masked face. His uniform was torn, muddy and had dried blood coating over half of it. The boy looked absolutely worn out, not that he would ever admit it openly.

"Ah, Kakashi," he greeted warmly. The boy handed him a file that held his mission statement, probably containing papers for the Hokage's eyes only.

The white haired shinobi replied. "Where's Minato-sensei?"

"On a mission. He should be back in a few hours though."

"I see." Kakashi mumbled. "Then do you have my next assignment for me?"

The Hokage looked at him incredulously. "Kakashi," he tried to reason. "look at you, you can barely stand."

Kakashi narrowed his eyes. "I'm fine."

The old man sighed and folded his hands. Arguing with this boy was completely pointless, and he knew it. His eyes drifted to the letter underneath his right elbow. Then he got an idea.

"Kakashi, I got a message from an old friend of mine, stating that a student of his needs guarding this year at his school."

The ANBU Wolf scoffed. "What does a snot- nosed brat need a guard for?" He folded his arms. "Sounds like a waste of time."

The Hokage smiled. "Take it or leave it. It's your choice."

Kakashi glared at him. "Who am I guarding?" he mumbled.

Sliding a piece of paper towards the soldier, Sandaime pointed the young charge out. It was a picture of two boys and girl. "This is Harry Potter." he said as he pointed at the boy with unruly black hair. "The other two are Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Each one is about twelve years old. They go to a school called Hogwarts in England."

Wolf listened patiently. The boy he was supposed to watch over looked like your average geek. His enormous round glasses sat on his nose and a jagged scar was visible on his forehead through his strands of hair. It reminded the shinobi of his own scar running vertical down his left eye.

Obito.

Barely a year had past since that incident. His friend, no his best friend saved his life, by giving up his own. And had given him sight back into his damaged eye. The Sharingan.

"When do I leave?"

Again the Hokage smiled. "Tomorrow, after the ceremony."

Kakashi raised an eyebrow. "What ceremony?"

"Your sensei it to be my successors."

This came as a mild surprise. "So it won't be Jiraiya or Tsunade?" the young man asked.

The Hokage shook his head. "No Kakashi, Namikaze Minato is an obvious choice. You're his student, you should know what an excellent shinobi he is."

Kakashi was silent. Of course Sandaime was correct in choosing his sensei. Minato was one of the best shinobi this village has seen in generations. And probably will ever.

"Who knows, maybe you'll be Hokage too one day." The Hokage mused.

"Never." Kakashi snorted.

Sandaime chuckled. "Who's to say?" Then he dismissed the boy with a wave. "Go home, get some rest."

The Wolf nodded and quietly left the room.

"That boy..."

"Kakashi!"

The boy spun around, "Sensei?" Confusion clearly written on his young face. "Sandiame said you wouldn't be back for hours."

Minato gave him a crooked smile. Kakashi frowned, his sensei didn't have a scratch on him while his own uniform was rittled with holes and covered in blood.

"I hear you're going to be the Yondaime." Kakashi said softly. Namikaze's eyes widened.

"Oh you did, did you?"

"He told me after he gave me my new mission." he said. "In England."

"Well sounds fun. Cold though, over there." Then the Yellow Flash stared at his student. Taking in his full height. "Go home Kakashi."

The ANBU's face darkened. Everyone keeps telling me that. He thought inwardly, The soldier stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'm fine sensei." It was safe to say that the future Hokage was not convinced in the slightest.

"Kakashi." he said sternly.

The Wolf huffed. He was not in any mood or shape to argue with the older man. Even on a good day the Flash was a hard man to break. So instead of wasting more energy, Kakashi conceded defeat. "All right."

The Flash smiled.

"No need to rub it in." White Fang's son grumbled/

The next day the village came alive. News of the new Hokage spread like wildfire, and Minato was at the center of it all. The twenty-five year old man seemed unfazed by all the attention he was receiving. Especially from the women of the village. Kakashi almost smirked. Or course he knew there was only one woman for his sensei, and he had already found her.

"Hey Kakashi." the Wolf looked up to see his sensei striding towards his hiding spot in a high oak tree, Sighing, Kakashi casually leapt down and landed expertly on the ground.

"Yes?"

"C'mon, he said you're going to miss the ceremony."

Kakashi stared at his teacher. He was wearing a long flowing white coat with orange flames on the sleeves. The kanji "Yondaime" ran down the back in big black letters. And yet Minato was still wearing his leaf headband. "Sensei... that's not really... traditional."

Minato shrugged."i'm setting a trend."

"I see."

"Let's go." Minato gestured towards the Great Stone Faces. Crowds of people were already starting to gatherer. Lots of people was not what Kakashi called fun.

After the ceremony, Kakashi snuck away, being close to so many people made him feel clausterphobic. The way he figured, his teacher was so busy with the people swarming around him, he wouldn't miss Kakashi. The young shinobi was wrong. Minato noticed right away as the white haired teen disappeared into the mass of people. Sighing, he let the boy go. Knowing full well that this wasn't Kakashi's kind of thing.

Back at his apartment, Kakashi gathered together his tools. Not knowing what kind of enemies he would encounter slightly hindered his packing process. He made sure he had enough kunai, shuriken and scrolls to last a whole year. Next came clothes. Oh dear. Kakashi packed seven black sleeveless shirts, and four long sleeved ones. Then he opened his bottom drawer and threw in six pairs of pants, extra masks and an extra pair of sandals. Remembering what Minato had said, Kakashi also threw in two black hooded sweatshirts for good measure.

"There." he growled.

The white porcelain ANBU mask sitting in the sunlight glistened dangerously. The red paint seemed like it was snarling as it weaved into the face of a wolf. Picking it up he trapped it to his head so it wasn't covering his entire face. Then he set about sharpening his katana, the sword had gotten quite dull over the last few missions. His eyes stared dully as the sparks flew off the metal.

There was a noise at his window, and Wolf spun around, sword in hand, eyes glittering dangerously. The newly sharpened katana flashed in the sunlight.

The Fouth Hokakge held his hands up in surrender. "Whoa, easy Kakashi."

The boy lowered his blade. "Sorry." he muttered. "You snuck up on me."

Yondaime stared intently at his former student, the brightest boy he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. He had known the boy ever since he was born. Afte rall he had been the student of Jiraiya and the toadsage and Sakumo had been practically family. Mintato had seen first hand how cruel life had been to the boy. His mother died when he was two, his father at five. Then the sage who acted like an uncle also left to keep an eye on Orochimaru, But losing Obito had hit almost as hard as his father's death. In the fact that kakashi held himself solely responsible.

"Kakashi, maybe this mission will do you some good."

The boy narrowed his eye. "Why?"

Yondaime sighed. "Just be careful, ok?"

Kakashi loosened up a bit. "All right." he nodded.

"Good." Yondaime grinned, and caught the other shinobi in a vice like hug before the latter could utter a protest.

Kakashi blinked.

This was outrageous. The ANBU growled to himself. Sandaime had told him to go to find a shoe. Why in the world would he want to find a shoe?! And what was he supposed to do with it once he found it?

This was pointless he could tell. Climbing one of Konaha's many hills, he found much to his surprise, a shoe sitting there as if it were waiting for him. "Great." he muttered. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

Hoisting his back higher on his shoulder, he wondered if he was supposed to pick the ratty old thing up. Finally he slowly reached down and grabbed it. Almost immediately he felt like he was being pulled in all different directions. It didn't exactly hurt, but it was not the most comfortable thing he's ever experienced either.

As soon as it began, it was over. The swirling stopped and he landed rather unceremoniously on a hard wood floor. Rubbing his backside, he cautiously stood up. A bearded man with half moon spectacles sat in front of him.

"Hello" he greeted warmly.

Kakashi looked around the room, everything looked strange to him, foreign, Then there was that swirling spinning thing that transported him here. "I'm never doing that again," was all the ANBU Wolf could say.

This was written a few years ago and I dug it up and updated it a bit. My first Naruto and first Harry Potter fic. This may just change to a one-shot if people don't like it. Cause I have other things to do too.

And also RainDragonX helped with part of it, so thank you so much!!

So... if ya like it review, if not well...