Disclaimer: Harry Potter y Naruto no es de mi. Is that right?
Thank you to anyone who reviewed! Replies(is it true I'm not allowed to do this?)
BlackFeatherz29 - Sadly, Sasuke is not in this fic. However, if I make a sequel, he and Orochimaru will probably be in it.
s-sama - Yeah, I agree that this fic is way too rushed. My other fic, Bloodlines and Demons is at a much slower pace though, so it may be better to your likeing.
Moonraker One - You are my HERO! Thanks for the tip. I agree with everything you said!
Peter Kim - Akatsuki, Sound and co. won't be appearing in this fic, however, I'll take it into account when I make the -maybe- sequel. As for Draco's death, you'll find out here.
A/N: Yes, I'm alive people and I'm SO sorry for the long wait. Please don't start shooting me with a bunch of kunai – I have an excuse! A really good one! You see, school has been really hectic. I mean reeeaaaaally hectic. I have around at least 4-5 tests and quizzes a week. It's so stressful. There's been nothing for me but memorizing and writing. I have to do anywhere from 15-30 essays a chapter in one of my classes and then read and annotate several books at a time for English. That riddled with tennis tryouts, high fever, fatigue, and writer's block left any ideas I had for any stories lying dormant in the back of my head. I can't even enjoy winter break 'cause of my winter homework! (i.e. two 2-3 page essays, then 18 mini-essays on a history chapter with a packet of terms and outlines that I have to fill out and memorize, read a book and do a project on it, read another book and annotate half of it all the while doing around 50 vocab words, then be tested on everything when I get back in school which is. . . let's see, in 5 days! What's more! I'm not exaggerating! I really wish I was!)
I'm – not – back in business, but I managed to scribble out the last chapter to this pathetic excuse of a story, though there may be a sequel. Also, the prologue to my future fic, Arisen, is at the end of the chapter. Originally, I was planning to start it next summer, but now I'm not sure if it's possible since I need to work on Bloodlines and Demons which will be a long multi-chapter fic. Anyway, enough of my rambling and on with the final chapter(which by the way is filled with sarcasm)!
Narcissa moaned as she stirred from unconsciousness. She opened her eyes and found her son staring at her. "You're alive!" she cried, as she grabbed and squeezed him, forgetting her so- called dignity.
"Arg, let go of me!"
Behind him, Harry snickered, along with Ron and Hermione.
"Your head -"
At that moment, Dumbledore chose to enter the room. "Ah, you're awake now, Narcissa! Well, we can't really have you dawdling on that bed all day now. We have things to do, things to discuss, and we really must hurry before those pesky investigators come not don't we? Now, come along, chop chop." He promptly left the room, leaving a dazed Narcissa, who was red from being treated like a child, and son to follow.
"Hey, Gaara, that was pretty sweet. Who thought of molding your sand into that kid's head anyway?" Naruto asked.
"That would be me," said Temari proudly in the bed. "I'm the only one with enough brains to think of it. And don't look at me that way Gaara! It's true! Anyway, we used Kankuro's red make-up to paint on the blood."
The said Kankuro was busily sulking in a corner. "It's not make-up! It's a warrior's face paint!"
"Yeah, what ever. Then some of those people made some weird jutsu with their sticks to make it look real. All in all, I think we did a pretty good job."
"So now is our mission done?" Naruto whined.
Meanwhile, the golden trio busily poked and prodded the newly made Draco Malfoy styled sand-head!
"It really is realistic isn't it? But I don't think it can really undergo an inspection from the Mi-"
"I want to give it a black eye! Let's see, should I punch the right or the left. . ."
"Ron! You'd crack your hand doing that! It's half-hardened sand!"
"You ruin everything, Hermoine."
And now, as we refer back to our shinobi, we find them seriously, well, not that seriously, debating their means of returning home.
"I say we just bail. The mission's over, and I need my ten bowls of evening ramen. I get cranky without it."
"We should tell the old man first."
"No way! He's gonna keep us here to do more stuff! Your idea stinks, Gaara!"
Gaara narrowed his eyes at Naruto.
"Err, I didn't mean it that way. What I meant is that it's kind of, err, um, in. . .efficient! Yes, inefficient!" He nodded all-knowingly, proud of his so-called save.
"He's right, Naruto. We don't know how to get back home. We came by that porkytea thing, remember?" Neji was oblivious to the fact that it was portkey not porkytea.
Luckily, Shikamaru was there. "I believe the term is portkey. But I agree with Neji and Gaara."
"Hn." Neji put on a mask of indifference over his blunder.
"Okay then. We're going to see the old man and demand our leave!" Kankuro triumphantly recovered from his sulking and finalized the decision. "Besides, we should get Temari to a medic nin – even if she did ruin my face-paint."
Just as the five were heading toward the door, a crash sounded.
"Oops," Ron muttered meekly.
"We didn't mean to. We just wanted to know if it really was hardened sand, err, glass."
"Guess you'll have to make another one. . ."
Gaara's left eye twitched. 'My sand. . .'
Kankuro didn't know whether to cry or kill. 'The last of my red face paint. . .'
(30 minutes later)
"Okay, we're leaving now!" Naruto yelled.
"Don't forget to come back for me once you get that portkey," Temari warned.
"How could we forget you?" Shikamaru asked.
The group left for Dumbledore's office and saw the mother and child pair heading off with a strange person resembling a wolf. They exchanged glances and shrugged. After they went to the office, they asked for a portkey to take them back.
"Oh, yes, let me make one right now."
They were all surprised at his promptness. It was expected that he would stall for more time and make a myriad of excuses to delay their return home.
'Uh oh,' they all thought.
"-I'm looking forward to calling on your services again soon. I'll be needing your help with the remaining Horcruxes."
The five, with the exception of Gaara, all half-heartedly gave polite answers of how they would love to help out again anytime.
"All right! I've held you up long enough. I'm sure you're all quite busy, having such a high ranking and all. Here is your portkey."
"Thank you, Dumbledore-san," Shikamaru muttered.
"No, no. Thank you, and good-bye."
And so, the five all joyously touched the key and were instantly vacuumed to the border between Fire and Wind Country, unaware of the tasks that their rotten Kage was going to give them next.
"Hm," Dumbledore mused to himself, "I could have sworn there were six of them."
Back between the borders, them boys looked at each other, trying to figure out what they had forgotten. Suddenly, Shikamaru sensed a dark aura that sent shivers down his spine. "Aw, shi-"
"Shikamaru. . ." Temari gritted dangerously in her hospital bed.
"We forgot Temari!"
The End - See prologue to Arisen below
A/N: There might be a sequel to this, if I have the time, but even if there is one, it won't be out for a long, long while. I know this entire fic was really rushed which ruined its quality so I apologize for that. And here's my prologue to Arisen. It takes place after HBP and is purely Harry Potter. If you can, I would appreciate any help finding a new title similar to Arisen since I think someone else has a fic with the same name. Thanks to any helpers!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter!
Arisen by chairomori
A figure made its way in the dead of night towards a pure white tomb. It tapped the tomb with a wand and whispered, "Wingardium Leviosa." The cover flew open and revealed a tall old man with a long, silvery beard and hair. He seemed rather peaceful lying there. The figure waved its wand over the corpse and began an incantation:
"Lying here in eternal sleep,
Gone to the enemy who seeks.
The time is now
To rise once more.
Let my voice carry you from death's shore.
The time is now
To break sleeps slippery vow."
The man in the tomb slowly stirred. He opened his eyes. The sparkling blue shone against black night. Steadily, he sat up and made a small leap from the tomb.
"Professor Dumbledore." A thin, weak voice made itself known.
"Ah, Professor! You're here. Tell me, how long have I been, shall I say 'dead'?" asked Dumbledore, in a jolly manner as if he had never been in the tomb.
"A week. That was an excellent job he did wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was. Wingardium Leviosa." The lid flew back in place. "I think it would be wise to leave before we are caught."
The two figures stealthily made their way towards a giant castle.