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gingersparkFandom: Dreaming of sunshine, Naruto, Harry potter
Summary: DOS team 7 reborn into the Harry Potter universe
This is a crossover between Silverqueen's dreaming of sunshine and Harry Potter. It won't make much sense if you haven't read DOS, which is a really awesome naruto fic you should definitely read.
1985
1. Shikako
2. Sasuke
3. Naruto
1986 - Neville and Harry
1987 - Sirius Black
1988 - Amelia Bones
Chapter 1
Shikako
At first Shikako, thought this world was the same as her first. There was a strange energy as well as her chakra, but everything else seemed to be normal 20th century England. Her parents were loving, if distant, and Shikako (now Katherine Darby) focused on adjusting to her new body, keeping up the chakra use she’d retained from her previous life, and experimenting with the ways the new energy differed from natural chakra.
She worked on adjusting her seals to function with the new energy, and ingrained habit had her acquiring money, food and changes of clothing and stashing them in hammerspace.
Occasionally she sensed flashes of not-chakra, and people with developed not-chakra systems, but it wasn’t until she was five and following her parents through London that she figured out where she was.
Her parents didn’t seem to see the old pub, or the people she could feel with the not-chakra. Some of the people with not-chakra were dressed oddly for this world, in long flowing garments. She slowed down, staring through the windows at the place (“The Leaky Cauldron”, why did that ring a bell?) until her mother scolded her for dawdling and dragged her onwards.
The next day she ducked out of sight before school started and transformed into her mother to call herself in sick from a payphone. She switched her transformation to her older self, dressed in local clothing, for the trip back to The Leaky Cauldron. Shadow state seemed to be easier in this world, and thankfully she no longer needed the gelel stone, so she slipped into the shadow of one of the strangely dressed men.
He walked briskly through the pub, occasionally stopping to greet people, and paused in the back yard to pull out a length of carved wood, (Shikako could sense vibrant strains of not-chakra twined through the stick), and tap the bricks. Several things snapped together in Shikako’s mind, as the bricks slid open and her not-chakra (magic?) sense was overwhelmed by a cacophony of new patterns and people, in what she had suddenly realised was the world of Harry Potter.
She slipped out of shadow state into a small alleyway, and slumped against a wall, tucking herself out of sight behind a dustbin, coughing. Shikako breathed slowly and reached out with her senses until she adjusted to the flood of magic in the people, buildings and even the air around her. She put aside the shocked revelation that this was Diagon Alley (Harry Potter, it’d been so long since she’d thought of that), and that she could do magic, was a witch, until she could adjust and blend in.
Peering out into the alley, she took careful note of both the social dynamics and the clothing people were wearing. Most of the people she could see were wearing long, flowing clothing, either open like a teacher’s gown, or closed like a long dress. Some were wearing bizarre combinations of normal (muggle?) clothing, but that was obviously poor attempt to blend in in the outside world. Unlike Konoha, there were no unaccompanied children around her age, so she needed an older transformation.
With her chakra construct wrapped around her, she took a deep breath and stepped back out into Diagon alley. She walked through the street, taking care to look like she belonged here and nothing was new to her. By the time she got to the bank, she had located bookshops, clothes shops, pet shops, and the location of several turnings for different streets. Pretending to examine a window display of cauldrons, Shikako watched the reflection of passers-by until she spotted a family heading to the bank. A young teenager wearing a yellow scarf (hufflepuff colours, long dormant memories whispered) with muggle clothes, looking uninterested in the alley as a whole, while her parents, dressed in casual muggle clothes, stared excitedly at every shop they passed. A muggleborn student and her parents – perfect. They’d likely be going to exchange muggle currency, and she could avoid looking lost.
She followed them into the bank, and over to a counter reading “currency conversion”, staffed by a goblin. She glanced at the board behind him and pulled some of her carefully pickpocketed notes out of hammerspace, incredibly relieved that it was one of the few seals she’d managed to re-work, and that her habit of keeping stashes of money, food and useful things in it had carried over.
*
With her newly exchanged sickles, Shikako settled herself in a comfy armchair by the window of a Diagon alley teashop. Pushing aside her tea and pumpkin shortbread, Shikako pulled out a spare notebook and pen and, aided by a discarded copy of the daily prophet, she started to take notes about her situation,. She settled on writing in a simply encoded version of the script she learnt in Konoha,(her investigations having shown that it wasn’t identical written Japanese).
The date was the third of July, 1985, which she already knew. Her hazy memories of the books was that this was likely the period between the first defeat of voldemort and Harry Potter starting school.
She was a muggleborn witch, and likely to be targeted in the upcoming war.
She could do magic. Her not-chakra sense is magic.
And right now, there’s a small child being abused a locked in a cupboard, who will come into this world with no knowledge or training, and be forced to fight. Shikako remembered that he lived in little Whinging, at number four, but she could’t remember the road.
She had patchy knowledge of Voldermort’s various plots, and she knew that once she found out exactly how old Harry is, she’d know what year they’ll happen.
An innocent man was imprisoned and being tortured, and she knew where the true culprit was hiding.
Her chakra abilities still mostly worked, and she could sense magic, so she had a small advantage in any fight she might end up in.
She took a sip of tea, taking a look at the paper. It was supremely unhelpful, reporting on centaur/wizard disputes in france, society gossip and a “shockingly large” salamander bred by a man in Yorkshire. Shikako sighed at the slow news day nonsense, concluding that the information she really needed (politics and the recent war) was unlikely to be in the news.
She might be able to pass off some of her knowledge as seer abilities, because prophecies were real here.
There were seven horcruxes, and one of them was in the forehead of a child living in Surrey.
She had no one to introduce her to this world, nobody to guide her into its politics and dangers as her parents had for her in Konoha. She suppressed the deep, aching burst of loneliness and took another sip of tea. The sense of drifting purposelessness that had been her experience of this life has evaporated like it had never been there.
She needed books. Anything she can find on sealing or a variant of it (runes perhaps?), recent history, particularly the voldemort war, magical combat, a general introduction to magical theory, something on seer abilities, and books on current politics and magical culture were her priorities.
*
Safe in her bedroom that evening Shikako pulled her new books out of hammerspace and curled up to start reading “The rise and fall of Voldermort”. Her book shopping was mostly successful, but information on wizarding society as a whole was either lacking or clearly biased.
As she went to light her chakra reading light, she hesitated. She was magical, right? So…
“Lumos” She whispered, pulling only on her magical energy rather than chakra. To her delight, a small glow lit on the tip of her finger. It wasn’t actually bright enough to read by, so she dismissed it in favour of her chakra light, still grinning.
When she tucked the book away hours later, she had several pages of notes, had refreshed her memory of the world she was in, and had determined that she’s about the same age as Harry Potter, probably within a year of the boy who lived.
By the end of the week she’d read all her new books (and missed two more days of school) and determined that the way wizards used ancient runes was ridiculously limited. Not so much by the actual functions of the runes – they were, as she suspected much like seals – but wizards and witches didn’t design their own sealing script, so they were limited to experimenting with phrases and combinations in scripts that don’t fully work for them. They were helpful in adjusting her seals to work purely on magic, and she now had basic storage seals working with a simple pulse of magic and the word ‘activate’.
Her books were all disguised in almost age appropriate books (a few years older than her actual age, but not enough to draw undue attention) so that she could read during playtime in school. A quick look through her parents OS maps showed her that little whinging was in Surrey, a short trip from her new parents’ house in Wimbledon.
The revelation that Harry was her own age nagged at her. She was [FEELING] more withdrawn and distant in this life than she [HAD] in her previous one (the hole in her life where Shika used to be hurt) but she saw the children around her, and they’re heartbreakingly young. Too young even to be in the academy.
Her book on seers (“The Gift and Those Who Have It”) was enlightening. Prophets who gave verbal prophesies existed, but were very rare. More usefully, having a touch of ‘the sight’ and occasional visions was more common, and having little to no control was normal. Uncannily accurate certainty that particular things are true, or unusual perceptiveness about people was also known to occur. Those seers often struggled to translate what they saw into things other people could understand.
Shikako thought she might be able to pass herself off as a seer relatively easily. It was a very hard ability to exploit, because most have no control, but it would give her a plausible source for information she shouldn’t have. Seers weren’t rare enough for her to be worth kidnapping and exploiting, even though she was vulnerable to that as a muggleborn. Any common wizard had the skills to make her disappear with a memory charm, and until she got her Hogwarts letter the magical world wouldn’t know to look for her.
Shikako had also concluded that she couldn’t guarantee Harry’s safety in the magical world. It would be too easy for any death eater with a grudge to assassinate him, and she thought there might be some sort of blood ward, which she’d have to check. He was probably genuinely safer where he was, hidden, despite the abuse.
However, that didn’t mean she couldn’t make things better, or at least monitor the situation. Her storage seals worked with magic alone, and as long as she could teach him to use them, she could give him a large enough store of food that he wouldn’t go hungry when the Dursleys underfed him.
A week later, she had a notebook filled with storage seals, each with an individual seal requiring only the tiniest pulse of magic, next to the name of the food and a small drawing, because she didn’t know if he could read yet.
She’d have to explain magic to him, and use her seer story, but it should be possible. She was lucky that Little Whinging was only a short train ride from her parent’s house in London, so she could probably take the last train out after her parents went to sleep, and be back before they woke up if she needed to visit at night.
Shikako wasn’t going to try that the first time she visited though, no child was likely to react well to a stranger breaking into their home at night. She could sneak out of school, but Harry’s school hours would be much the same as hers. She didn’t have enough chakra to leave a shadow clone with her parents all day while she went elsewhere.
She’d been trying to get her parents used to her playing in the park or reading in the library on her own, but they still weren’t comfortable with leaving her for more than an hour or so.
Her opportunity to track Harry down came with the summer holidays. She was still mulling over ways to evade supervision long enough to search a large village when her mother informed her where Shikako would be going during the school holidays. Withdrawing from her summer childcare club would be much easier than ducking out of school for a similar length of time, and wouldn’t result in social services enquiring about her absence.
All it took was a quick transformation into her mother on her first morning, making excuses about a relative suddenly able to take care of her, and she was free to do as she wished from half past eight to six in the evening.
*
A few days later, Shikako formed out of shadow just outside little whinging train station and set off purposefully, starting to walk the grid pattern she’d planned outthe day before.
An hour or so later, she sensed a magical signature on the very edges of her range. She turned towards it, navigating through streets of identical suburban houses until she could sense her target.
Harry was alone, hiding in a patch of bushes near a playground while children shouted excitedly around him.
Shikako wandered causally over to his patch of bushes, and crawled through the small hole in the greenery. There was an open area in the middle of the bushes, and its edges tingled with faint remnants of magic.
A small boy sat despondently in the centre, curled around himself.
“Hello” Shikako said, smiling at the boy, who jerked upright, staring at her nervously. “I’m Shikako, can I hide here too? It’s a cool hiding place!”
“O-Okay” the boy responded, red-rimmed eyes wide.
“Brilliant” Shikako smiled encouragingly. “What’s your name?”
“Harry” The boy replied quietly.
“It’s nice to meet you Harry, I’m Shikako”
“Hi.”
Shikako looked at his skinny arms and oversized clothes, and pulled a chocolate bar out of hammerspace. “Do you want some chocolate?”
His eyes were wide with surprise. “Where did that come from?”
Shikako grinned, unwrapping the chocolate bar and snapping it in half. “I’m magic”
By the time she left a few hours later, Shikako had taught Harry to activate the book of magic storage seals, leaving him with a decent food supply. She had also impressed on him the secrecy of magic, that it was important to not tell anyone, especially his relatives, and gained an understanding of his usual schedule and when it would be best for her to visit.
She had decided to leave teaching him basic spells until she had a better understanding of magical development and its interaction with children’s bodies – there might be a reason magical education didn’t start until eleven.
Two weeks into the summer holidays, Shikako had a basic understanding of duelling, runes, seer abilities, and magical theory. She had also figured out a levitation charm, and promptly taught it to Harry, who had even managed to levitate a few leaves. She’d been mostly truthful when Harry had asked her about her reasons for giving him a book of food, and hinted at seer abilities.
She’d poked at the ward around number 4 Privet drive and Harry, and made notes on its characteristics. She was hindered by her poor understanding of magic, but she hoped that eventually she’d be able to attach it to Harry himself, as his mother’s blood, rather than the dursleys. Her examinations of the horcrux had been more cautious, but she had confirmed its presence, and hoped to contain it if not destroy it.
She was hiding in shadow state in the leaky cauldron, listening to a conversation between two ministry workers about employment rates for muggleborns, when an achingly familiar chakra signature burst into being mere metres from her. She was found herself out of shadow state, staring at a boy her own age… Sasuke.?
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Date: 2018-12-09 11:14 pm (UTC)She relies on her hammerspace seal a lot, so not having it would probably annoy her. also once she's got it, hoarding things in it is really low effort.