Mission: Exterminate Voldemort!? (Naruto and Harry Potter Crossover)

Lost in Hogwarts

This chapter was supposed to be called, 'First Day', where I would tell you about their whole entire day in Hogwarts, including all their lessons, all the way until they go to bed. But then I realised that I've been gone for so long, some people might think that I'm dead or have lost interest. So I decided to just split the chapter into two or three parts. Getting lost in Hogwarts already took up more than a thousand words! To the reviewers, thank you for reviewing and commenting, and without further ado, lets get on with the story...

 The whole school simultaneously woke up at eight the next morning to the school bell. Sakura came down to breakfast with Harry and Ron to find that Sasuke and Naruto were already at their table. She almost didn't see Naruto, because there was a group of girls clustered around him, covering him from view.

He didn't even seem to notice anything unusual about their behaviour, and was happily conversing to them as they stared on with hearts in their eyes.

"Sakura-chan!" Naruto exclaimed when he finally caught sight of Sakura walking closer to the Hufflepuff table. "Ohayo!"

"Ohayo, Naruto!" Sakura greeted. "Ohayo, Sasuke!"

All the girls clustered around him dropped their dazed, dreamy expressions, turning to stare at Sakura with calculating looks. They carefully surveyed her pretty emerald green eyes, fair skin, pink hair, and the fact that Naruto knew Sakura, before their eyebrows lowered into menacing scowls, staring daggers at the beautiful girl. But they quickly relaxed, when they realized what a big ugly forehead she had, and decided to let her be. She didn't stand a chance with an oversized forehead.

Soon all of the girls dispersed and went off to their separate house tables, and Naruto and Sasuke went over to the Gryffindor table, where Harry and Ron were seated.

"So how did your house tower look like?" Sakura asked them. "Our common room was so- so luxurious and... Grand!" And grand it was. There was really no other word it describe it. 

Velvet red silk covered the whole room, while fancy antique armchairs were artfully littered around the gigantic room. There was also this really beautiful painting of a fearsome lion, its fiery mane even redder than the setting sun (even redder than, of course, Ron's or his brother's hair). Its menacing, yet wise eyes staring right into your very soul, sending shivers down your spine.1 The painting was so terrifying, yet just as beautiful, at the exact same time, as it flawlessly managed to bring out the wild, daring nature of a lion.

In the dormitories, The beds looked like they were made for kings and queens! Each bed had canopies of red and gold patterns, so that when you laid on the smooth sheets staring up, it was like gazing at a million twinkling stars winking down at you from a blood-red sky.

"...They were really soft and comfortable to sleep in, too, I slept like a baby." Sakura let out a dreamy sigh of contentment before asking, "Is your common room just the same as ours?"

"Nope! Our common room's way better than yours! It was really awesome and- big!" Naruto exuberantly said, his hands subconsciously making wild movements to make him look bigger, possibly as big as the room he was trying to describe. "There's lots of colours all over, and there're stuffed animals everywhere! The floor was soft and fluffy, and the windows had some kind of pattern. When the sun shone in this morning, the pattern in the room was so cool and the window was sparkling!"

"Woah, and I thought my common room was perfect!" Sakura said. "D'you think we're allowed to visit other house common rooms?"

"I don't think so." Fred Weasley answered rather thoughtfully. "But it is a good idea..."

"We could try to sneak in one of them..." George Weasley mused. "The real question is, which one?"

"Ooh! Can I come with you?" Ron asked his brothers. After a fitful night of trouble thinking, he had decided to never think about what the Sorting Hat had said to him ever again, since he did make it to Gryffindor, and he wasn't a Slytherin. Sure, he almost was, he wasn't; isn't, so he didn't need to think about if he was. "I can't believe you didn't think of doing that earlier."