The Wrong Dimension (Naruto X HP)

Ninja Style: Quidditch

The match of Gryffindor against the Slytherin was nearing and everywhere the word 'quidditch' was repeated.

The ninjas were quite confused about this new word. The translating spell casted on them didn't translate the foreign word into their native language of Japanese.

Naruto wandered over to Harry and Ron, who were just descending the tacky (in his opinion) silver staircase from Divination.

He asked, "What's Quidditch?"

Ron gasped as if he was just stabbed in the heart with Sasuke's katana.

"Y-You d-d-don't know Qu-Quidditch?!"

Ron nearly fainted onto the floor as he clutched his heart.

As Naruto looked on with wide-eyes at Ron's behavior, Harry quickly covered for him by explaining the term.

"Sorry about that, Ron's a serious Qudditch fan. Quidditch is a sport we play here, sort of like a competition of sorts played on brooms."

Naruto imagined himself flying on a broom...Yeah, no. He can't, he can only see a broom as something you sweep the grounds with, not as something you sit on and zoom around in the air like Harry described it to be.

Seeing Naruto's befuddled expression, Harry sighed.

"Maybe it's best if you and your friends come see out match tomorrow. You'll get what I mean when you see us play."

"Sure, dattebayo! See you tomorrow, Harry!"

With that, Naruto leapt onto a stair banister and jumped away.

Ron sighed at Naruto's departure, "Wish I can travel like that. No more walking would be nice."

Harry grinned at that, "Let's just go to Potions, Ron."

Ron scowled at the mention of Potions as they went off.

The rest of Thursday came and went by in a flash.

Soon, it was Friday and classes were suspended for the upcoming Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Naruto was hyped, "Sakura-chan, Sasuke-teme, hurry up and eat! I wanna get good seats for this Quidditch thing!"

Sasuke sighed at Naruto's immaturity, "Why do you go there in the first place?"

Naruto wiggled his eyebrows at the brooding Uchiha, "They fly on brooms, teme~"

Sasuke imagined himself seated on a spindly broom and couldn't help but shudder at the thought of trusting his life to a long piece of stick.

Naruto grinned in delight at the reaction he brought out.

Abruptly, Sasuke stood up and sped off to catch a seat in the Quidditch Stadium with Naruto tailing him as a mischievous smile was plastered on his face.

Sakura sighed wearily and chased the two.

A few moments later, her friends sat in the seats next to Team 7.

As they got comfortable in the benches, the match soon began with two teams walking in from opposite sides down below.

One wore red and gold while the other dressed in green silver.

Shikamaru knew that the red-and-gold was their charge's team while the green-and-silver team was the arrogant platinum-head's team.

As the ninja watched in bated silence while those around them continued to chatter about in loud tones, they saw the two teams reluctantly bowing to each other while the two captains shook hands.