Hello everyone, it's been a while. How are you all? I hope you all well and still like this story very much.

I haven't been writing in a while, or doing anything much lately. I don't know how to say this, but I'm just not ready to going back to writing yet. Life is still a confused mess to me, and until I can be sure of where I'm going with it in the future, I will not be writing anything new. This, and all my other stories will be on hold for the time being, I will come back when I'm ready, and only then.

This chapter had been written long before I got lost in the road of life. Though I counted this as a uncompleted chapter, because I had planed to write a lot more, but hadn't been able to do it. So, it's a half-chapter.

Well, I still checking my email from time to time, so I had saw all the reviews, and other attention this story get. After a while, I thought I'll post this chapter up with the note, inside of just a note alone, to thank all of you for your love and your support to this story.

Thank you very much, I hope we will meet again one day.

P/s: Short and non-Beta chapter, do forgive me for grammar and spelling mistakes.

Chapter 7: Teacher and Students.

"There, look."


"Next to the tall kid with the red hair."

"Did you see his face?"

"Did you see his scar?"

Haruki listen to the whispers that follow the Boy-Who-Lived the minute he walked out of the Gryffindor tower, and felt somewhat pity for the boy (just a little, the boy hadn't exactly been friendly to him after all). Alex certainly doesn't look like he enjoy the attention one little bit, if nothing else, he seems ready to explosion in those people's face for bothering him. Haruki could understood what Alex was feeling now, he had been in the same place a few times thank to his father.

Who ever said being famous is a good thing?

The first few days of school had passed without much trouble for Haruki, he got along well enough with the teachers and students, especially Neville and three of them had quickly become good friend with each other, walking to classes and sitting together most of the time.

Despite being childhood friend with Ron and Alex, Neville was never quiet fitted in with the two, what with his shy personality and their loud brash one.

Hermione was a bookworm who should be in Ravenclaw, and Haruki was the weird student with a love for Slytherin. Three odd balls of Gryffindor that decided to huddled together. Not that they weren't friend with other students, but with the chaotic of Alex's popular, they chosen to keep away for a while until it die down.

The teachers were also very odd in Haruki's opinion.

Three times a week they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout. And all three times, the witch had keep Haruki back to talk about his family and the plants they send her.

With 3000 years knowledge of how to take care of plant, both magical and non-magic, Naruto had created a series of gardens all over the world, with all kind of plants. They were taken care of by either the house-elf, or a Keeper family, and once ready would become material for potion, medicament, and any other function they can be use in.

It just happened that a Devil's Snare was sold to Hogwarts greenhouses not a month before, and Professor Sprout seem to wants nothing more than to show it off. Too bad it lived in a dark place so she couldn't let him see it, or so she said.

Haruki wonder if there was something more to it. Not that he cares or anything, he was starting to regret letting it slip that he knew a lot about garden. Sure, he likes plants, but not to the point of wanting to hear about them all day. It didn't help that Neville loves them, and seem to forget all about being shy when talking about them either. Hermione was just as bad, if not more, because her thirst for knowledge did not stop at Hebology. Weird girl, that one is. The only good thing came out of that was that he now knew what to get them for Christmas.

If Herbology was when Haruki got to use his brain the most, then History of Magic was its opposite, easily the most boring class in Hogwarts. It was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while they scribbled down names and dates, and got Emetic the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up. Haruki had been ready to correct him at first, but then thought better of it, he did not want a repeat of Herbology after all.

Unlike the other two, the Charms teacher, Professor Flitwick's oddness was not in his teaching, but in the fact that he was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. Other than that, his class was one of Haruki's favorite. Mostly because he already knew what was being taught, there for didn't need to pay as much attention as everyone else. Hermione seem to take that as a challenge to study better, Haruki took that as she being weird, again. They were only eleven, why study so hard now anyway.

Professor McGonagall was also different. Haruki had been quite right to think she wasn't a teacher to cross. Strict and clever, she gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her first class.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. The students were all very impressed, Haruki, not so much, he saw his father done better. That didn't mean Haruki was not looking forward to learn all he could about transfiguration, he loves it after all. After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, only Hermione and him had made any difference to their match. Professor McGonagall showed the class how it had gone all silver and pointy and gave them a rare smile.

The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but it was also the most disappointed. Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smelled and his stuttering just made it harder to understand what he was saying. All in all, that class was useless and Haruki had a lot of things to complained to his father.

Potions lessons were somewhat okay for Haruki. It took place down in one of the dungeons, and would have been a little less creepy if not for the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. Professor Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, unlike Flitwick, he didn't paused at Alex's name, but at Haruki.

"Ah, Yes." He said softly. "Hardian Wilson, unexpected indeed."

He said nothing more and continues calling the names, once finished he looked up at the class, eyes black and cold.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word, like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape had the gift of keeping class silent without effort.

"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

More silence followed this little speech, except Hermione who was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead, and Haruki who eyebrows raised somewhere above his hair line. He knew potion was hard and requires high attention from the students, but that speech was just… discouraged, so unlike what his father would have done.

"Wilson!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Powdered root of what to an infusion of what? Harry glanced at Hermione, whom hand had shot into the air. Must be an easy question then, or maybe it was just easy for her level. He wasn't even sure what the man had said.

"Can you repeat the question, Professor? I didn't hear it clear the first time," said Haruki as he stood up. Snape's lips curled into a sneer, but he said it again none the least. This time, Haruki hear it clearly and answer. "It is the Draught of Living Death, sir. At least, that what its most common know for."

"Next, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Snape continue without missing a beat.

Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, and to Haruki's surprise, so is Alex's.

Over the past week, whenever they had a change to talk to each other, the red-haired boy had take to avoid looking at Haruki's face. Or just changed the subject to avoid talking to him altogether. Haruki had thought it was because they look like each other too much, and made Alex felt uncomfortable. While it did bother him somewhat, Haruki was more than ready to let it go, its not like he didn't do the same. Though, Haruki would never take Alex for someone who like potions, especially after all the talk of how nasty Snape was between him and Ron. Alexander Potter was quiet an odd person indeed.

"A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons, sir." Said Haruki calmly. Now that the surprise of being question had passed, the knowledge came back to him easily, and he wasn't going to let the other two show him up.

"One last time then, what is the difference, Wilson, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling.

"Oh, that trick question again!" said Harry quietly, but not enough to stop people from hearing it in the silent classroom, which earned him a few raised eyebrows. Then he spook the answer out loud. "They are the same plant, sir, which also goes by the name of aconite."

"Very good, Wilson." Snape said, which earned him shocked looks from most of the students. Seem like the rumors about him were not complete untrue then. For Snape to give out compliment was as rare as the caretaker, Argus Filch, to give out candy, which is to say never. Not that Haruki complained, he, like all children his age, loves being praised by everyone, especially their teacher.

"At least one of you was not complete useless," Snape addressed the class. When all they did was continue looked blankly at him, he snapped. "Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"

As the potions lesson continued, Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing almost everyone except Malfoy, whom he seemed to like, and Haruki, whom he ignored after a second look. This was expected of him from all the students, so everyone had came out of their shock and the class was back to normal. Neville had almost made a mistake with the potion but Haruki was able to stop him in time, since they were working together.

All in all, that class was fine. And somehow along the time it took for him to finish lunch that day, Haruki had earned himself a new nickname as 'Slytherin lover'. How anyone could come up with it only because he'd said 'potion class was fine' is beyond his mind, but he let them call him that anyway. Since it did spoke true in some way after all.

Haruki did wonder if his father would like his new nickname or not. Turn out, Naruto did, but only after he done laughing at his son's unfortunate.