Kunoichis of Hogwarts Come Home
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Category:
Naruto Crossovers › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,416
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I dont own naruto or harry potter.
Kunoichis of Hogwarts Come Home
Summary: Four young kunoichi in training were raised in magical Brittan by relatives. With the new marriage law in effect, most have chosen to snap their wands and return to the hidden continent to live the shinobi way. Possible HyuugaCest.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!!!
Shino: Thats illogical.
Me: Huh?
Shino: Everyone owns some thing. Be it the clothes on their back or the laptop you are typing and posting this from.
Me: Well I guess...
Shia: And you own me and the rest of the oc's in this fic as well as the plot.
Me: No offense Shia but I'd rather own Shino.
Shia : O.O My brother...
Shino: (sweat drops)
Me: On with the story!
“What the HELL?”
That scream could be held for several blocks in the small suburb just outside London. It was a pleasant summer day. The sky was clear, the birds were chirping and small children held there mothers hands as they walked to the park. No one seemed to have a care left in the world.
Except for one red headed witch. She was quickly going on twenty and stood 5'6” with a slightly muscular body gained from rigorous training. Her shoulder length hair had a rather generou amount of black streaks dyed into it . Her curiously light green eyes were alight with rage as she sat staring at the missive that had ignited her fury.
To the bachelor(ette) of the house:
The Ministry of Magic has ruled in favor of the Marriage Assignment Act suggested by the Department of Magical Maladies in Genetics's (DMMG), passing it into law. This was done to ensure the survival of our magic race by decreasing the chance of squib born children due to inbreeding and other more random genetic occurrences.
In accordance with this new and exciting law, all unmarried wizards and witches between the ages of 18-35 must report to the St. Mungo's fertility department within the week. Blood samples will be drawn and compared in order to formulate a list of eligible suitors. Once you have received your list you will have one month to make your selection. We will also allow a one year period for conception. Couples who fail to conceive with in that time frame due to medical issues will be repaired. While those caught using contraception (magical or otherwise) will be charged with noncompliance.
Failure to comply with the new law will result in de-wanding and possible Azkaban sentence.
We at the Ministry thank you in advance for understanding and resolve to help keep magic alive in our future generations.
Sincerely
Dolorous Umbirdge
Head of the DMMG
The distraught young woman groaned and let her face fall to the kitchen table, an arm splayed out on either side of its surface. She clutched the now very crumpled parchment in her right hand while her entire left arm twitched at the thought of that Umbridge woman.
Sasoru had the displeasure of spending her sixth year of hogwarts with that woman as high inquisitor. Like many others she bore the marks of that womans short reign. Umbirdge preferred form of punishment that year was lines written in blood with a pen that scratched the words into the users skin as they scratched them onto paper.
Her mind drifted back to that year as she sat up and leaned into the back of her chair. Her right hand ghosted down her left arm from shoulder to hand. There she slowly pulled off the one lone, long, and fingerless glove that hide her scars. Unconsciously she read aloud the lines etched into her skin.
“I must not tell lies...” The back of her hand.
“I must not defy the ministry...” Across her forearm.
“I must obey my superiors...” Between her shoulder and elbow.
Replacing her glove she groaned again and propped her elbows on the table and burrying her face in her hands. Her forgotten cup of coffee growing cold. “Kuso.”
After what felt like and eternity of being trapped in her thoughts a noise pulled her back to reality. She heard some shuffling coming up stairs and sighed. 'Thank Kami gramps is up hopefully he can help get me out of this.'
“JIJI!!”
Mr Olivander hurried down the steps as fast as his 98 yrld body would let him. Only to find his granddaughter at the kitchen table looking miserable. “Is there a problem dear?”
Sasoru handed him the crumpled letter as he took his seat. Using his wand he poured and flavored his own coffee while refreshing his granddaughter's. He straightened out the missive and blinked at it for a second before summoning his spectacles.
Sasoru watched him intently as he skimmed through it. 'Is he... grinning?'
“My dear soru,” He said when he looked up. “This doesn't concern you.”
“It doesn't?” Shock and disbelief showed clearly on her face.
“Of course not dear your already married.”
“WWHHAATT????”
Several more blocks away two mothers were chatting while there children played in the park.
“Oh dear. Who could possibly be so upset on such a beautiful day.”
Shia :I wasn't in this...
Sasoru: I was, but I'd rather that wasn't me. How can I be married and not know it?
Me: Just wait till the next chapter.
Itsuki & Hoshi : What about us?
Me : Just wait and see ok? Don't worry I'll get to everyone eventually.
Shia, Itsuki, and Hoshi follow me off stage mumbling about eventualities.
Sasoru slums to the floor staring at her left hand as if waiting for a ring to magically appear.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!!!
Shino: Thats illogical.
Me: Huh?
Shino: Everyone owns some thing. Be it the clothes on their back or the laptop you are typing and posting this from.
Me: Well I guess...
Shia: And you own me and the rest of the oc's in this fic as well as the plot.
Me: No offense Shia but I'd rather own Shino.
Shia : O.O My brother...
Shino: (sweat drops)
Me: On with the story!
“What the HELL?”
That scream could be held for several blocks in the small suburb just outside London. It was a pleasant summer day. The sky was clear, the birds were chirping and small children held there mothers hands as they walked to the park. No one seemed to have a care left in the world.
Except for one red headed witch. She was quickly going on twenty and stood 5'6” with a slightly muscular body gained from rigorous training. Her shoulder length hair had a rather generou amount of black streaks dyed into it . Her curiously light green eyes were alight with rage as she sat staring at the missive that had ignited her fury.
To the bachelor(ette) of the house:
The Ministry of Magic has ruled in favor of the Marriage Assignment Act suggested by the Department of Magical Maladies in Genetics's (DMMG), passing it into law. This was done to ensure the survival of our magic race by decreasing the chance of squib born children due to inbreeding and other more random genetic occurrences.
In accordance with this new and exciting law, all unmarried wizards and witches between the ages of 18-35 must report to the St. Mungo's fertility department within the week. Blood samples will be drawn and compared in order to formulate a list of eligible suitors. Once you have received your list you will have one month to make your selection. We will also allow a one year period for conception. Couples who fail to conceive with in that time frame due to medical issues will be repaired. While those caught using contraception (magical or otherwise) will be charged with noncompliance.
Failure to comply with the new law will result in de-wanding and possible Azkaban sentence.
We at the Ministry thank you in advance for understanding and resolve to help keep magic alive in our future generations.
Sincerely
Dolorous Umbirdge
Head of the DMMG
The distraught young woman groaned and let her face fall to the kitchen table, an arm splayed out on either side of its surface. She clutched the now very crumpled parchment in her right hand while her entire left arm twitched at the thought of that Umbridge woman.
Sasoru had the displeasure of spending her sixth year of hogwarts with that woman as high inquisitor. Like many others she bore the marks of that womans short reign. Umbirdge preferred form of punishment that year was lines written in blood with a pen that scratched the words into the users skin as they scratched them onto paper.
Her mind drifted back to that year as she sat up and leaned into the back of her chair. Her right hand ghosted down her left arm from shoulder to hand. There she slowly pulled off the one lone, long, and fingerless glove that hide her scars. Unconsciously she read aloud the lines etched into her skin.
“I must not tell lies...” The back of her hand.
“I must not defy the ministry...” Across her forearm.
“I must obey my superiors...” Between her shoulder and elbow.
Replacing her glove she groaned again and propped her elbows on the table and burrying her face in her hands. Her forgotten cup of coffee growing cold. “Kuso.”
After what felt like and eternity of being trapped in her thoughts a noise pulled her back to reality. She heard some shuffling coming up stairs and sighed. 'Thank Kami gramps is up hopefully he can help get me out of this.'
“JIJI!!”
Mr Olivander hurried down the steps as fast as his 98 yrld body would let him. Only to find his granddaughter at the kitchen table looking miserable. “Is there a problem dear?”
Sasoru handed him the crumpled letter as he took his seat. Using his wand he poured and flavored his own coffee while refreshing his granddaughter's. He straightened out the missive and blinked at it for a second before summoning his spectacles.
Sasoru watched him intently as he skimmed through it. 'Is he... grinning?'
“My dear soru,” He said when he looked up. “This doesn't concern you.”
“It doesn't?” Shock and disbelief showed clearly on her face.
“Of course not dear your already married.”
“WWHHAATT????”
Several more blocks away two mothers were chatting while there children played in the park.
“Oh dear. Who could possibly be so upset on such a beautiful day.”
Shia :I wasn't in this...
Sasoru: I was, but I'd rather that wasn't me. How can I be married and not know it?
Me: Just wait till the next chapter.
Itsuki & Hoshi : What about us?
Me : Just wait and see ok? Don't worry I'll get to everyone eventually.
Shia, Itsuki, and Hoshi follow me off stage mumbling about eventualities.
Sasoru slums to the floor staring at her left hand as if waiting for a ring to magically appear.