Naruto/Harry Potter crossover: In Case You Ever Need Help (Dumbledore/Sarutobi)
In Case You Ever Need Help
Author: Qaddafi the Ripper
Fandom: Naruto / Harry Potter crossover
Summary: For
two2blue. Two old men ready to help each other. Vaguely Dumbledore/Sarutobi (3rd Hokage)
Notes: In the same universe as The Price of Immortality. No rating, unless the implications of two old guys sleeping together squicks you out.
Albus calmly walked through his study, straightening a chair here, fluffing up a pillow there, giving Fawkes his dinner. One of the house elves brought up tea and biscuits, and set the tray on Albus's desk. Albus thanked the creature quickly and checked. Earl Grey tea for himself, and green tea for his friend. Lemon biscuits for him, and chocolate chip biscuits for his friend. Good; they'd remembered.
He wasn't sure they would remember. It had been a long time since he'd had his old friend over for tea. Not since before Voldemort had been defeated by the infant Harry Potter.
At the time, he'd been desperate and growing more so. It seemed no witch or wizard had the power to defeat Voldemort, not even himself. Sibyll's prophecy hung over him, but prophecies weren't guaranteed to come to pass. It had seemed to him at the time that he should perhaps look further afield for help. Anything to help defeat Voldemort.
The ninja were something almost no one knew about. Those few who knew thought them to be just legends. In his desperation, Albus had turned to the legend of the ninja, as well as many other legends too. The ninja were unique among legends in that, not only were they real, but he was able to gain contact with them.
One of his many instruments tinkled, and Albus looked up with a smile. "Hello, Sarutobi," he greeted warmly. "It has been a very long time."
The puff of smoke in his office quickly dissipated, and out of it stepped the Hokage of Hidden Leaf Village. The first thing that Albus noted where that the years had been far less kind to Sarutobi than to himself. He had barely aged at all, but his friend had gone from an older but still healthy and robust, to a very old man. In fact, Sarutobi looked even older than Albus, but Sarutobi was only seventy, while Albus was well over one hundred. The ninja's long robes and wide hat concealed much, but Albus was willing to bet that, while he might have aged, his body was still in prime condition.
Sarutobi smiled, not looking bothered by Albus's obvious look. He sat down across from Albus, somewhat awkwardly, and Albus remembered that his friend had been a bit cautious of chairs last time, too.
"Albus," his friend greeted him just as warmly. "It has, indeed, been a very long time. How are you?"
"Oh, as well as can be expected," Albus shrugged. "Even since the Weasley twins came to Hogwarts, I've been feeling my age. And yourself?"
"No complaints. And young people seem to have far too much energy these days. Were we like that when we were young?" Sarutobi asked, exaggeratedly exasperated.
Albus chuckled. "I imagine we were much worse when we were younger. I feel bad for my teachers, now that I know what they must have gone through."
"Indeed," Sarutobi laughed. Then he grew solemn. "But I know you didn't call me here just to talk about old times, my friend. Is that Voldemort fellow back? You told me last time that you thought he might come back, one day."
"He is back," Albus confirmed grimly. "And I'm afraid it might be worse this time." Sarutobi raised an eyebrow in surprise. "The Ministry of Magic refuses to believe that he is really back. I suspect that Minister Fudge will do everything in his power to stop me from opposing Voldemort, and turning the public against me at the same time."
"How awful," Sarutobi murmured. "I'm lucky in that the lord of the Fire Nation has never tried to oppose me." He smiled, a bit sheepishly. "Actually, he does whatever I tell him to do. I don't think he's very bright. Will you be considering asking for our help again?"
"Perhaps," Albus conceded. "As I'm sure you remember, last time Voldemort was defeated by a baby named Harry Potter. According to the prophecy made by one of the faculty here at Hogwarts, Harry and Voldemort are now fated enemies, and one must inevitably destroy the other." He sighed. "Voldemort is certainly keen on seeing Harry dead, and I suspect that it's only a matter of time before Harry wants vengeance against Voldemort for everything he's done."
"Then the prophecy will come true, and hopefully this Harry will defeat Voldemort, not the other way around," Sarutobi summed up. "But, since you're not sure Harry can win, you were hoping for... some extra insurance."
"Yes," Albus admitted candidly. "I doubt Voldemort would be a match for any reasonably powerful ninja; I've seen what you can do, and it's remarkable. But I don't know if you should be interfering or not."
Sarutobi absently ate one of the chocolate chip cookies. After swallowing, he said, "Well, it's not like you need to make up your mind right away. You know how to contact me, and you know I'd be willing to send help -- for a small price of course," he added. "We do have a reputation to upkeep. But, if you decide you do need our help, just say so anytime, and we'll be there."
Albus let out a deep breath that he didn't remember holding. He took a soothing sip of his Earl Grey tea. "That's very reassuring, Sarutobi," he said. "Thank you, as always."
"Of course. Being able to say one of my Leaf ninjas has defeated a wizard -- when wizards are nothing but a legend to us -- is something I would like to brag about to the Kazekage. And, of course I'd do anything to help an old friend like you."
Albus smiled, set down his tea cup, and reached across the table. He grasped Sarutobi's hand in his own and said, "I am so honored to call you a friend. I have always been amazed at how easily we get along, and how easily we understand each other, even though we really hadn't known each other very long."
Sarutobi ran a thumb across the back of Albus's hand. "Indeed, my friend, it is amazing. And I, for one, am glad of it."
"As am I," Albus agreed. He gazed at Sarutobi for a long time before he said, "If either of us were any younger, I'd kiss you."
Sarutobi grinned. "If either of us were any younger, I'd let you kiss me. Like last time," he added, his eyes flashing.
Albus grinned and remembered last time, all those years ago. They'd both been younger -- although the years had made more of a difference in Sarutobi than in himself -- and, while he had been frantic with worry over Voldemort, he couldn't help but kiss Sarutobi, many times. They had ended up in his bed -- something he'd manipulated, at least a little bit; but how could he not, when binding Sarutobi to him in any way might make the difference in the war against Voldemort? Sarutobi had known his ulterior motivations, and said as much afterwards, but hadn't minded anyway. After all, the two of them understood each other very well.
He stood up from his chair, leaned over his desk, and -- despite what he'd said earlier -- kissed Sarutobi. Sarutobi kissed back, eagerly enough, with the same power and stamina as last time. After about a minute, Albus drew back and grinned, somewhat sheepishly. "Though I would love to spend the afternoon with you the way we spent it last time, there are things I should be doing. School will be starting up again soon, and there's always a million things to do before that."
"And I should be getting back home soon," Sarutobi agreed. "I'm supposed to help my grandson, Konohamaru, with his shuriken practice this afternoon. He's only eight, but he's already showing talent," he ended with a note of pride.
"Then we shall part ways for now, and I shall hope to see you again sometime soon, whether or not we need your assistance against Voldemort. And, perhaps, next time we won't be so rushed," Albus suggested mildly.
"That sounds wonderful," Sarutobi agreed. "And remember, anytime you decide you need our help, just ask, and I'll be happy to provide whatever you need. So long, old friend. Until next time." He placed his hands together in front of his chest, and disappeared in a puff of smoke, just like he'd arrived.
"Next time," Albus agreed, smiling. He took another long sip of his tea, and wondered how he would keep Harry Potter from being expelled from school.