Naruto and the Goblet of Fire--Chapter 3

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Title: Naruto and the Goblet of Fire
Author: Reidluver
Fandom: Harry Potter, Naruto
Pairing/Characters: (main) Kakashi, Naruto, Gaara, Harry, Ron, Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Timeline is before Shippuden, during 4th year at Hogwarts

Summary: Unwillingly brought into a strange world, trying to hide your secrets, being there during a tournament that hasn't been held in over a century, and oh, having the most powerful wizard seeking you for your power. Simple? I think not.


Chapter 3: Making New Friends
The Great Hall was unnaturally quiet the next morning, due in part to the fact that the foreigners were standing in front of the teachers' table. Many students were disappointed to notice that the two younger ones were not wearing the strange apparel they had heard about.

Naruto abandoned the orange jumpsuit, opting instead for the gray shirt he wore underneath and some baggy jeans, with black robes loosely covering his person, and his necklace from Tsunade proudly gleaming in the candlelight. Gaara wore a maroon shirt with brown khakis underneath his robes. Kakashi wore no robes and did not alter his appearance. He felt they were too bulky and restricted his movement.

Naruto had his hands behind his head, seemingly bored as he squinted at the other students, as if sizing them up. Gaara had his arms crossed, examining the students with a penetrating glare that made many under his gaze uncomfortable. Kakashi merely smiled at the students and gave an offhanded wave to a young Hufflepuff who was staring at him. She blushed and looked away quickly.

"Good morning to you all!" Dumbledore began, raising his hands in a greeting. "As you have probably already heard, through an extremely unforeseeable turn of events, we have three visitors who will be staying with us for an unknown amount of time. Their names are Kakashi, Naruto, and Gaara," he said, pointing to each in turn. "I trust that you all will do your part to make them feel welcome." Dumbledore clapped his hands, signaling everyone else to do the same. "Now, if you would sit here, please?"

Naruto followed his gaze to the wooden stool and sat cautiously, meeting everyone's stares with a determined look. Professor McGonagall had barely placed the Sorting Hat on his head before it bellowed, "GRYFFINDOR!" which as met with somewhat enthused clapping from the Gryffindor students. Naruto joined them after casting a rather wistful glance back at Gaara, and then sat next to the brown-haired girl he had talked to upon their arrival. Remaining ignorant of the stares due undoubtedly to his headband and unique hairstyle, Naruto calmly waited for Gaara to finish.

Gaara sat down with his arms crossed, and met everyone's gazes with such a penetrating stare many had to look away. As soon as the hat was placed on his head it began whispering to him in his head, almost causing the boy to jump in surprise.

"Plenty of talent . . . concerned only for yourself . . . no bonds . . . loneliness . . . "

No! Gaara thought furiously as panic started to seep in. I used to, but not anymore! I'm trying to change! Don't separate me from Naruto, he ordered. He was still a bit new at this whole friendship thing, but he knew that he definitely wanted to be with Naruto.

"Are you sure? Slytherin would work out best . . . wait . . . I see it now . . . old desires replaced . . . a desire to protect, a desire to help others . . . GRYFFINDOR!"

Gaara breathed a small sigh of relief. He wasn't sure about what Slytherin was like, but if was for people like who he was before, he wanted nothing to do with them. All that mattered was that he was with Naruto.

McGonagall was shocked. Judging by her first feelings for the boy, she was positive that he would be added to Slytherin, and it appeared that many others shared her feelings as well. These newcomers were apparently not what they originally seemed. Naruto immediately broke into a grin as Gaara sat down next to him, giving him a good thump on the back. Upon noticing at least one of the newcomers was capable of normal human expressions, the tension soon dissipated and people slowly chatted amongst themselves again.

In the midst of this, Kakashi found himself in a very awkward situation. Where was he going to sit? To his relief, Hagrid called his name quietly and gestured to an open seat beside him, beckoning him to sit.

Kakashi nodded slightly, and muttered a thank you as he sat down. He then gave a bit of a skeptical glance towards the Sorting Hat as McGonagall put it off to the side. Judging by the way Gaara reacted, it appeared that the hat was able to speak into the mind of the person upon who's head it sat. Then it somehow was able to judge a person's character and then place them in the appropriate House.

The jounin suddenly found himself grateful that he wasn't to be sorted, because there was no way he'd be sorted anywhere but Slytherin. And from what he had seen from the way the students in that House acted and the way everyone else regarded them, he would end up hard pressed to gain the trust of anyone else.

"Yes, yes. Now, without further ado, let's eat!" Everyone's fascination with the newcomers vanished as the highly anticipated food magically appeared in front of them.

Naruto squealed in pleasure at the abundance of food and put as much on his plate as he could. Even Gaara's eyes widened slightly at the wide assortment of dishes, where every food imaginable seemed to appear, with some he didn't even recognize.

As people began to devour the mountain of nourishment on their plates, many stole curious glances at Kakashi, eager to witness the unveiling of his face. Sensing their eyes on him, Kakashi peered up, causing many to look away quickly. He sighed. He really hated eating this way, but he figured it came with wearing the mask.

It'll be fun to mess with them, anyway, he figured, trying to convince himself. There was always a sort of satisfaction he gained by squandering Naruto's hopes of seeing his face, just like it had with Obito. And sure enough, Kakashi spotted Naruto attempting to appear sly in hopes of watching him eat. With a concealed smirk, Kakashi dramatically lowered his mask half an inch, and then after everyone blinked, the food was gone. Kakashi leaned back in his chair smugly, becoming the topic of conversation for most of breakfast.

Having filled his plate, Naruto leaned over and whispered to Gaara, "Oi! Where are the chopsticks?"

Gaara frowned and picked up the two metal devices and examined them curiously, holding them up to the light. Then he stared at the people around them and answered, "I think these wizards use these things." Naruto cocked an eyebrow and joined Gaara in attempting to use the strange utensils, not noticing the stares from three students.

"We didn't get to be properly introduced before," the brown-haired girl said, sticking out her hand to Naruto. "My name is Hermione Granger." Naruto turned to her, his mouth full of food, then quickly swallowed it in one gulp and grinned.

"Uzumaki Naruto!" he bellowed happily. He gave her a small bow before returning to his meal. Hermione was too stunned at his actions that her hand stayed frozen where it was, and Naruto turned back around to her. He squinted at the hand as if he expected something to happen. "Did you hurt your hand?" The girl blinked and answered cautiously,

"Um, you're supposed to shake it."

"Oh, okay!" Then he gripped her fingers and shook her hand so hard that her whole body moved along. Seemingly pleased with his performance he held out his hand to Gaara. "This is fun! Come on, Gaara!"

The redhead gave him a glare that said there-is-no-way-in-hell-I'm-ever-going-to-do-that before returning to his meal. Slightly put out, Naruto shrugged and attempted to use the pointed utensil to eat his mashed potatoes.

"Hey!" he whispered at the dark haired boy with glasses in front of him. "How do you use these?"

Harry was momentarily stunned as he sat there gaping at Naruto with a drumstick halfway to his mouth. "Like this." Then he demonstrated for the shinobi with an awkward smile. These guys are weird! he thought.

"Oh, okay. What're your names?" Naruto's voice reminded Harry of Colin Creevey, yet with a Japanese accent and much, much louder.

"Harry Potter, and this is Ron Weasley," he added, pointing to a redhead next to him who was currently stuffing his face with sausages.

"Well, hello Granger-san, Potter-san, and Weasley-san!"

At Harry and Ron's looks of confusion at being called by their last name by a fellow student, Hermione quickly explained, "Naruto, here at Hogwarts, we say our family name last. And you don't have to be so formal with us," she added as an afterthought.

"Oh! Well, sorry, Hermione, Harry, and Ron. This is Gaara, and he's really nice once you get to know him," he assured them when he noticed they glanced at him with trepidation. Gaara turned to the blond with a frown, not understanding his friends' remark, then shrugged it off and returned to his meal, deciding it wasn't worth fretting about.

"So, where're you from?" Rom asked between helpings of sausage.

"The villages Hidden in the Leaves and Hidden in the Sand, or Konoha and Suna," Naruto informed them, pointing to each in turn. Harry fought the urge not to laugh at the odd images that came to mind.

"Why is it a hidden village?" he asked instead.

"It's not hidden like you think," Naruto said. "It just shows that we are a shinobi village for our country."

"You are from different countries?" Harry asked. "How did Neville bring you both here then?"

Naruto frowned in confusion for a second, then explained, "Oh, he was in Konoha hospital with me because we were injured in the battle with the Shin-Shipp . . ." (he struggled to remember the name) " . . . people who kidnapped Matsuri."

"Matsuri?"

"Kidnapped?"

Gaara slowly nodded. "She's my apprentice," he explained, speaking for the first time. His voice was rather raspy and thick in a Japanese accent.

"Wait-wait-wait-wait," Hermione said quickly, holding her hand up. "Just how old are you guys?"

"Thirteen."

"And you have an apprentice?"

"And were involved in a battle that sent you to the hospital?" Ron asked, his mouth hanging open. The two strangers slowly nodded, not understanding what was so incredible.

"We've been involved in many missions," Naruto explained, "with some being really dangerous and exiting! Once I slept for three days straight afterwords because I was so tired!"

Hermione looked like she was about to protest, but it was time for their first class. Harry glanced over to Naruto and Gaara who were reading their class schedule, which had been translated into kanji.

"What's Divination?"

Ron snorted. "The most useless class run by an old bat in spectacles," he explained, provoking laughter from Harry and Hermione.

Naruto opened his mouth in amazement. "They let ANIMALS teach here? Wow, if Kiba were here he'd probably have Akamaru teach!" he added in an undertone to himself.

"Uh, no, she's not really a bat," Harry said frantically. "That's just what she looks like. Ron and I also have that class, so we'll show you where it is."

The two shinobi thought they were going to die. The stench of perfume was so overpowering it practically sent them to their knees when they first entered as the scent washed over them. Being shinobi, their sense of smell was extremely heightened so this was akin to torture.

"Sit down, sit down," a misty voice said. Naruto decided Ron's description of Trelawney was correct; she did look like a bat with huge glasses on.

"So, these are the newcomers? It was shown to me that they would come, of course," she pronounced dramatically as she glided over to them. "Now, what are your names, dear boys?"

"If she saw they would come, how can she not know their names?" Ron whispered to Harry.

"Mr. Weasley!" Her usual misty voice was now high and shrill. "Those gifted with the Inner Eye do not bother themselves with trivial pursuits such as names! We focus on the events of what is to happen! Now," (her voice became misty again) "your names, please?" Once they had been properly introduced, the lesson proceeded.

"Now, I want you to take turns telling each other about your dreams, while the other interprets them using Unfogging the Future as a reference."

Gaara mentally groaned. He never dreamed. So he ended up being forced to listen to Naruto ramble on and on about dreams of eating ramen with Sakura, finding Sasuke, and becoming Hokage the whole class period.

Towards the end of class, Trelawney appeared beside him unexpectedly. "What have you determined from your dreams?"

Gaara shrugged. "I don't have dreams."

Trelawney shook her head sadly. "My dear, everyone has dreams! Sometimes we just don't remember them. Try harder, and you shall remember at least one." Naruto snorted, bringing half the class's attention over to them.

Gaara just stared back at the woman with a deadpanned expression. "I don't have dreams, because I don't sleep. Ever." People began whispering among themselves about the interesting news.

The Professor was confused. "Dear boy, I would ask that you stop messing around," she said. "Tell me one of your dreams!" Gaara sighed.

"I have never slept a day in my life. I never dream, I can't do this assignment." Naruto nodded in agreement, chuckling softly to himself at the look on the old lady's face.

"Young man! I will not tolerate this foolishness! If you don't tell me a dream, then I will be forced to take drastic measures!" Gaara was beginning to get a headache from her yelling, coupled with the highly scented perfumes that were interfering with his ability to think properly. He could feel Shukaku moving within him restlessly.

"As I said before, I don't sleep. If you are so gifted at what you call 'Inner Eye' then you should know that I'm telling the truth, as well as the reason why I do not sleep. Can you tell me that?" Everyone was shocked at his blatant defiance. Ron silently raised a fist in excitement beneath his table, provoking a smirk from Harry.

"I . . . I-I um . . . well . . ."

"I can see that you have nothing to teach me, which means I cannot waste my time here." With that said, the reserved ninja stood up and left the classroom. It was like Hermione all over again.

Once his footsteps could no longer be heard descending the spiral staircase, Trelawney faced her students.

"Well, I never . . . everyone return to the activity until class is over." Then she walked away to the center of the room, mumbling something about "disrespectful foreigners."

That evening, after dinner, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Naruto, and Gaara were in the common room. Hermione was curled up comfortably in her favorite chair, while Harry and Naruto discussed Trelawney's homework. Naruto was making up dreams for both of them while Harry wrote them down. Ron was teaching Gaara wizard's chess, because the shinobi had been intrigued by how the pieces moved when you told them to. Kakashi was examining a bookshelf in a far corner of the room.

"So, what are these 'missions' like that you go on?" Ron asked.

"Oh please, Ron," Hermione snapped over her Ancient Runes book. "There is no way a bunch of thirteen-year-olds could be involved in any sort of battle that will endanger their lives. They're just making it up."

Gaara sent her a small scowl from where he sat, and the next thing Hermione knew, her book was wrenched out of her hands and brought over to Gaara by a pile of levitating sand.

After allowing a few seconds of surprise, Gaara raised a nonexistent eyebrow and mocked, "Making it up?" Naruto laughed at the expression on the witch's face.

"Wicked!" Ron whistled.

"What else can you do?" Harry asked, inching closer and abandoning his homework.

Gaara simply shrugged. "I'll need more sand."

Naruto piped up, "I can make shadow clones!"

The trio was confused. "You can make different shadows of yourself?" Ron wondered aloud.

Naruto shook his head, appalled by their lack of knowledge. "No, I can make actual clones of myself, solid ones, and that is very advanced!" There was no doubt that he was exceptionally proud of this.

Hermione sighed as if talking to a child. "Naruto, there is no possible way you could clone yourself! It's scientifically impossible. The process takes years, beginning by isolating a nucleus from a somatic cell of an adult donor and then inserting it into-"

"Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!" Suddenly there was a large cloud of smoke that surrounded him, and when it cleared away, there were four Narutos grinning at her.

A shadow of a smirk settled on Gaara's face while the three friends stared at the clones in amazement.

"Told you I could," four Narutos said at once.

Hermione just stood there stuttering. Ron shook his head and slapped one of the Narutos on the back.

"That was wicked!" He glanced at Hermione. "Looks like the laws of science failed you!"

Harry agreed, yet he was amazed Hermione didn't notice already that the normal laws of science didn't necessarily apply to even wizards. Naruto sniggered and put his hands behind his head while his clones disappeared in a cloud of smoke with a small popping sound.

"So, you really were telling the truth," Hermione said slowly.

Naruto rolled his eyes. "Of course!"

"What's a typical mission like?" Hermione asked in spite of herself. And so, the next half hour or so was spent discussing the different mission classifications, who they were handed out to, and what typically happened on each assignment. Once the wizards had achieved a more thorough understanding about the shinobi world, Hermione muttered, "How could they force little kids to do that?"

Naruto frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean? You go into this Academy when you're five to learn how to be a ninja and taught how to kill other human beings! What kind of a society do you live in?" Hermione was apparently very distraught, and Harry and Ron hadn't seen her this worked up since she learned about the enslaving of house-elves.

"How dare you make fun of my village!" Naruto shouted.

Gaara also seemed slightly perturbed. "If we didn't learn how to fight, then we wouldn't be able to protect our village from other villages or those who want to attack us."

"Yeah, what he said! Also, becoming a ninja is really tough! We need to start early, so we can also replace the older shinobi who die from their missions, which is a great honor to die in battle for your village!"

"But," (Hermione could see the ninja didn't understand her argument) "Twelve and thirteen-year-olds shouldn't have to risk their lives like that! Sending them into battles that could kill them? You should at least wait until you're older!"

"That's nothing," Naruto said. "My sensei Kakashi was involved in one of the greatest shinobi wars, and he was just a little older than us!" The three sat in astonishment, unable to comprehend it.

Harry glanced over to the man who was inspecting books in the far right corner. He was in a war at such a young age and survived?

"He's a genius, and was made a chuunin at six, which takes most genin years to become." Naruto leaned in closer and whispered, "In that war, he somehow got his Sharingan in his left eye, yet no one knows how he got it."

"What's a Sharingan?"

"A Bloodline Limit, which is why it's so mysterious! Only the Uchiha clan has it." The wizards were confused as to why a certain clan had whatever this Sharingan was, but they didn't really have the patience to sit through another lecture.

"So, why does he cover his mouth with that mask?" Ron asked instead.

Naruto sighed in frustration. "No one knows! I've been trying for years to find out, but none of my plans ever work!" He dropped his voice to a dramatic whisper. "I think it's because he has fat girly lips or big buck teeth-"

"Buck teeth? Who could you be possibly talking about, Naruto?" The startled boy yelped in surprise and fell to the ground. Ron gasped; he had been watching Kakashi while they were talking to make sure he wasn't listening to them, but one second he was on the opposite side of the room, and the next he was whispering in Naruto's ear.

"N-Nothing, Kakashi-sensei!" Naruto stammered.

Kakashi smirked.

"Um, Mr. Hatake?" At the mention of his family name, Kakashi seemed to freeze for a brief second, his back rigid, and his hands clenched. Then he regained his composure and said in a slightly nervous voice as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Uh, that was my father. You can call me Kakashi."

"Okay. Well, what exactly is a Sharingan? Naruto said you had one."

Kakashi frowned as Ron, Harry, Hermione, and even Gaara seemed to lean forward in anticipation. The Suna boy had always heard of the stories surrounding the famous copy ninja and his Sharingan, but it was said only his comrades and those he killed had ever seen it.

"Tell you what," he decided, "One of you cast a spell and then I'll copy it with my Sharingan."

"Sure." Harry took out his wand and thought of a spell to use. But what did he mean by copy? Oh well. He'd find out soon enough. The spell had to be relatively easy, because Kakashi had never done magic before.

Kakashi lifted his left hand and unveiled the Sharingan. Everyone gasped as they noticed the red pupil with a strange design. It looked like a mutant form of pink-eye to Harry.

"Um," he gulped, not liking being looked at by the red eye. "How about this one?" He pointed at one of his books and chanted, "Wingardium Leviosa!" to which the book rose obediently into the air. Naruto was impressed.

Then Kakashi withdrew his wand and copied Harry's movements exactly. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Everyone gasped as the book he was pointing to rose up so fast and high that it hit the ceiling and cracked it. Harry stared at Kakashi in amazement. He got it right on his first try, and it was so powerful!

Kakashi appeared very intrigued. "So, it seems that just copying the movements is not enough." He brought the book down and tried again, this time bringing it up to the same level as Harry's.

Satisfied, he turned to Naruto and Gaara. "Okay, it appears that once you get the wrist movement down, you have to control the amount of chakra that you put into the wand. It's just like our jutsu, because it requires a precise amount of chakra to do certain commands. If there is not enough, nothing happens, and if there is too much, then it goes out of control. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Naruto said. Gaara just nodded thoughtfully.

Harry and Ron were aghast at this. The way they learned spells was by putting whatever amount of energy they felt like, and it was only after hours of practice that they instinctively put the amount of energy they needed to complete the spell.

Hermione was simply amazed. I thought I was the only one who learned magic that way! And that took me a couple weeks to figure it out. Kakashi truly is a genius!

Kakashi pocketed his wand and then surveyed the common room. "Well, it appears that it's time to go to bed. Naruto and Gaara follow me. Dumbledore-sama told me where our room is."

As the two followed the silver-haired man, Harry leaned to Hermione. "Why did he called the headmaster, Dumbledore-sama?"

"In their society, it's a way of showing respect for someone who is very powerful or high ranking," she explained as they gathered up their homework.

"WOW! These beds are HUGE!" Naruto exclaimed as he jumped up and down on his four-poster bed. "And they've got curtains!"

"Idiot. Keep it down, people are sleeping," Gaara said. He had to admit that they were very nicely furnished, better than the ones they had at the Kazekage mansion. And these were for mere students!

"Okay, Naruto. That's enough," Kakashi said as he took off his jounin jacket. "Just go to bed." The blond grinned and quickly changed into the pajamas that used to be laid across the bed, but were now in a heap on the floor. As soon as he curled up under the warm blankets he fell asleep.

Gaara watched him and the copy nin fall into a peaceful slumber before mentally groaning and walked back downstairs to the common room. What he didn't notice was Kakashi watching him leave the room. I wish there was something I could do for him.

Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were quietly settling into their beds to the sound of Neville's snores.

"Hey, Harry?" Ron whispered.

"What?"

"Do you really think that Gaara kid doesn't sleep, or was he just angry at Trelawney?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. How could someone never be able to sleep their entire life?"

"Why don't we see?" Harry frowned.

"What if he's in their room?"

Ron thought for a moment. "Well, if I could never sleep, I wouldn't want to be around people who could."

"You got a point. Let's use my cloak, just in case he might see us."

The two friends tiptoed down the stairs underneath the cloak and noticed Gaara sitting next to the fire with Crookshanks on his lap, his chin resting on his fist as if he were bored, and not looking sleepy at all. He looked to be in a trance, just staring at the fire as he absentmindedly stroked the cat, who was enjoying this very much.

Ron smirked. "Didn't think he'd be the cat type, huh?" he whispered to Harry.

"I know you're there, Harry and Ron," Gaara announced, not even looking in their direction. They were speechless.

Harry wrenched the cloak off. "How could you know it was us? We were completely invisible!" he protested, making sure to keep his voice at an appropriate level.

"Yeah, and we were really quiet!" Ron added.

Gaara sighed and turned his attention towards them. "I don't need to see you; I could sense your presence and I have already interpreted your signature chakra or 'magic' as you call it. And actually, you were rather loud. I could hear each of your footsteps. If you want to sneak up on someone you should be more graceful."

Needless to say, they were impressed. "So this is what they teach ya, huh? Wish I could do that," Ron said. He began envisioning being able to use the skill to sneak up on his older brothers.

"Anyway," Harry said, "we just wanted to see . . . um . . . "

"If what I said in Divination was true?" Harry and Ron hesitantly nodded, suddenly feeling foolish and awkward. They hadn't necessarily planned on Gaara actually noticing them.

"It is. I've never slept, and I most likely never will." His eyes seemed full of sorrow for a split second, so brief that the two wizards felt like they must have imagined it. Anyhow, they found they had a better understanding of the meaning behind the black circles around Gaara's eyes. The shinobi turned away from them and resumed staring at the fire and stroking Crookshanks. "See you tomorrow."

Ron and Harry took that as a signal to go to bed, which they did quickly. "Goodnight, Gaara," they called over their shoulder.

Gaara's hand froze for a second. Hardly anyone ever bothered to say that to him. Why were they being so kind?

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