So I totally didn't realize that the last chapter marked the one year anniversary for this story. Not quite sure how I feel about that. I want to thank all of my readers though. Every time I see a new story alert, a new favorite, or a new review, I want to cry because it makes me so happy. I've also decided to start something new that I can't believe I didn't think of before. Enjoy and look for the sneak peek at the end of the chapter!

Harry was surprised when he walked outside the next morning to find Kakashi outside his door. He was, for all appearances, waiting for Harry.

"Um, good morning Kakashi-san." Harry greeted the older man. Kakashi gave his traditional two-fingered wave.

"Morning, Akago-san," he replied and put away his book. "Do you have any plans for this morning yet?"

Harry shook his head.

"Not really. I was going to look for some fresh ingredients in the market for my perfumes but that was all I had planned for the day. Though I'm sure Ino-san will hunt me down and drag me out in an effort to get me to socialize more." Harry grimaced at the thought. He normally wouldn't mind it so much but he still was wary of getting close to the people in this village. At the back of his mind, he always remembered that he would have to ultimately have to return to the Wizarding World. The less connections he formed, the better it was in the end.

"Ino-chan can be very persistent," Kakashi agreed. "Have you eaten breakfast yet?"

Harry shook his head. He had planned to grab something to eat at the market if he got hungry.

"Would you care to join me for some then?"

Harry gave the grey-haired man an odd look. What was he up to?

"I don't have anything to do until this afternoon," Kakashi explained at his look, "And I enjoy hearing interesting stories over a meal. I understand that you have quite an interesting story about last night."

Ah. It made sense. Kakashi wanted to know about the thestral.

"Word travels fast around here, doesn't it?" Harry remarked as he and Kakashi began to walk. Kakashi's one eye looked at Harry in surprise.

"Of course. Shinobi make their living off of information. Without information, we would be lost in war."

Harry silently agreed. Finding out about the prophecy had changed his perspective on the war in the Wizarding World. Not knowing had led to Sirius' death in a way. The younger man shoved his hands into his pockets.

"What made you become a shinobi?" Harry asked quietly. Kakashi glanced at the boy. He knew there was something on the boy's mind. It was written all over his face.

"Duty," Kakashi replied immediately. At Harry's look, he explained himself further. "I had a duty to my family to follow in my father's footsteps, no matter how disgraced he was. I also had a duty to protect my village. I had the skills they needed and I put them to use."

The Boy-Who-Lived nodded silently. Kakashi's explanation was too familiar for him. It was the story of all his classmates. They had the skills that were needed—magic—and Hogwarts trained them so they could put their skills to use. It was because of the circumstances that they were being trained to go to war, even though most of the students hadn't realized it yet. Harry had realized it as he trained the DA but he hadn't come to terms with it until Sirius' death.

"So what exactly was it last night that caused so much uproar?" Kakashi asked to break the silence. Harry gave him a sidelong glance.

"I think it was a death horse. We have myths about them back home. They can only be seen by those who have seen death."

"Most civilians would find a creature like that frightening," Kakashi murmured. "Home was the Land of Tea for you?"

Harry nodded.

"What do you miss the most about it?"

Harry shrugged. He hadn't really thought about it. He had tried to live in the moment as much as possible. Looking back on the past was pointless and hurt while trying to predict the future normally gave him headaches and night terrors.

"Probably the scenery," he finally said.

"The scenery?" Kakashi's voice held faint amusement. Harry blushed slightly.

"I like nature. If you haven't noticed, most of my products are based on things from nature. Without them, I couldn't make a living."

"True," the silver-haired shinobi agreed. "Tell me, do you only make perfumes or are you interested in making other things?"

"Other things?" Harry quirked an eyebrow.

"Lotions, salves, things like that." Kakashi explained as they walked along the streets. "Many people believe that those things have healing properties if made with the right things. You could expand your business if you tried making things like that."

"I'd rather not. I like being relatively unknown. Plus, I tried but I was horrible at it," Harry admitted. "My teacher tried to teach me but I always ended up getting something wrong and messing up the final product." That was an understatement. His potions weren't just messed up. Harry always considered himself lucky if there were no explosions or melted cauldrons at the end of a Potions class. "Finally, he just let me do my perfumes. It's something I instinctively picked up on. I learned the basics from my teacher and the books and the rest I just picked up as I went."

"Instincts show how good a man is at his craft. You can read all the books, talk to everyone you know and still not learn as well as you do by instinct." Kakashi agreed and stepped into a shop. "Of course, you can't really teach that lesson to your students either."

"Know from experience?" Harry asked wryly, following Kakashi and looking around. It was a small shop, very quaint. A civilian woman worked behind the counter. Available for purchase were breakfast trays that held a combination of miso soup, natto, different types of fish, nori, tamogoyaki, tsukemono, and rice. Harry ordered a tray with just rice, natto, and miso soup. He was having a hard time adjusting to the food here in Konoha. It was so different from what he normally ate back in England. He had spent the first few weeks feeling sick to his stomach because he wasn't used to the food. The only good thing about the food was that he had lost his dislike for fish.

Kakashi ordered his breakfast as well and answered Harry's question.

"Of course. I was privileged enough to pass my knowledge on to three students." A dark look flickered across Kakashi's face. "Well, two now I suppose. Though they haven't been around to learn anything for a while. I suspect that's going to change soon."

"Oh?" Harry fumbled a bit with the chopsticks. He had gotten accustomed to eating with them over the past few weeks but the first few bites were always awkward.

"One of them has been traveling for the past couple of years. The other chose to train as a healer under someone who was better suited for training her. Tonight I'm going to see what they learned while they've been away from me." Kakashi gave a wolfish grin.

"Why do I suddenly pity them?" Harry grinned as well. He recognized the look in Kakashi's eye. It was similar to how the Weasley twins looked when they were plotting their next joke. Many feared the look.

Breakfast seemed to fly by for both of them. It was nice to eat meals with other people, even if it was just one other person. Harry had forgotten how nice it was. It was also surprising to see how well the conversation flowed between them. They were much more similar than Harry had originally thought. Harry had even gotten

After breakfast, Kakashi ended up accompanying Harry to the market. The wizard had asked the shinobi once he had discovered that Kakashi had amazing olfactory senses. He would occasionally offer his ideas for new scents but most of them were rather…odd to say the least.

"What about a scent that smells like meat?" Harry gave his companion an incredulous look.

"Definitely not," he replied.

"But you would get great business from the Inuzuka Clan," Kakashi gave Harry a wicked smile.

"If they want meat smelling perfume, they can buy a steak and rub it on themselves," Harry retorted and held up a sprig of lavender. "Can you think of anything that would go well with this?"

Kakashi crinkled his nose. He wasn't overly fond of flowery scents. They were too girl. It also drove his nose insane. He looked around and pointed to a random object, as he had no idea what Harry was looking for. Harry looked where he was pointing and took the sprig of lavender over to the stand.

"Squash?" he asked Kakashi, with an amused smile. The older man shrugged.

"Just a suggestion. What else do you need to get?"

Harry held up a hand and picked up a pumpkin, examining it carefully. He sniffed it carefully.

"Hm, that might work," he muttered under his breath. He turned and held the combination out towards Kakashi. "What do you think?"

Kakashi gave Harry an odd look and sniffed. He shifted uncomfortably as the scents overwhelmed him.

"I guess?" Harry rolled his eyes at the unsure answer and bought a couple of pumpkins along with more lavender. At the fruit stand across the way, he bought oranges and apples. At the herb stand he was amazed to find wintergreen berries and something that smelled a lot like black licorice.

"Are these plants even native?" he muttered to himself as he purchased the products.

"A lot of our products come from traveling merchants," Kakashi explained. "When they leave, our shinobi go with them as protection. It's also a way for shinobi to do recon missions of other countries and gather information from our moles to bring back."

Harry glanced at Kakashi curiously, shielding his eyes from the sun. It didn't seem like that was information that was supposed to be given out. The grey-haired man shrugged.

"All the larger shinobi villages do it, as well as the smaller ones. It's a good way to pick up missions and take in revenue. It can't really be considered a secret if everyone does it."

The green-eyed wizard chuckled at that. It reminded him of what Professor Dumbledore said at the end of his first year.

"I should be getting back and at least get some work done," Harry said reluctantly after they were done shopping. He couldn't believe he had spent the whole day with Kakashi at the market. It had really been an enjoyable day. The one-eyed shinobi gave a small nod.

"Weren't you supposed to give your students a test?" Harry asked when they had reached the door. He had just remembered Kakashi's words from earlier. The older man shrugged.

"I'm notorious for being late," he responded. "Can't break my habits now, can I?" Harry rolled his eyes as he opened his door.

"Don't be too cruel," he said. Kakashi grinned.

"I'll see you later, Akago-kun."

He was gone before Harry could reply.

"See you around, Kakashi-san," he mumbled, trying not to think too hard on Kakashi's words. He shouldn't be that eager to see the man again. Right?

Sneak Peek:

Harry stared at the man in disbelief before he had to dodge yet another spell. The spell just barely missed the other man.

"Kakashi?" Harry gasped out.

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