It was Friday, June 28th, 1991. It started off as a normal enough day for ten, almost eleven-year-old Shisui Uchiha. He woke up before dawn to train with Itachi running laps for a few hours and returned home to the Uchiha District, starving and wanting a shower. However, when he walked in to plain white walls and dark wood flooring, his stomach growling and his legs aching, he saw an owl of all things at his window, looking rather tired out. His eyes narrowed and he approached it, sharingan activated, drawing a kunai and opening the window to let it in. Owls are nocturnal, to begin with, and this one looks like its flown quite the distance.

Seeing nothing unusual about the owl to suggest its under a genjutsu or that it's been trapped somehow, he deactivated his eyes, put away his kunai, and accepted the envelope tied to the unsteady owl's outstretched leg. It looked like it was about to topple over just trying to maintain that position. He turned on the tap for the owl, pulled out a chair and collapsed into it, and opened the letter. Pulling out the first sheet of parchment scroll, he read

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin: First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

"Dear Mr. Uchiha, formerly known as Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment as well as directions for muggleborn students. Please consult the directions enclosed before sending an owl about questions regarding school transportation, supplies, and funding. Term begins September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress"

Huh. His birth parents, Jun Uchiha and Lily Potter nee Evans had attended and become acquainted at a magic school. "Is this about my birth parents…? I know they went to a magic school in England…" he mused, looking again at the owl, which had drank its fill and was watching him closely, as if waiting for something. He turned off the tap, set down the acceptance letter, and looked again in the envelope. Sure enough, there was an exhaustive list of school supplies as well as another scroll of parchment with a series of plausible questions and answers meant for parents and guardians. Where is Hogwarts located and is transportation provided, does Hogwarts have tuition, what if I cannot afford to send my child to Hogwarts, can I homeschool my child, etc. Apparently education at a school of magic was mandatory by international law.

"Why would I be accepted to a school I never applied to? I don't even live in England, and the Hidden Lands are unmappable." He put the papers down on the cheap white tile countertop with a sigh of frustration. "Guess I'll just have to write them back," he glanced at the exhausted barn owl and got a tin of sardines out of the cupboard and set it down in front of the owl. Usually the Hokage's messenger hawks ate them. "Here. Eat this while I write a reply." The owl greedily picked up a fish head in its beak and pulled it out of the can, jostling it and sending packing juice spilling onto the counter. He ignored it and grabbed a pen from the pencil cup by the microwave and a spare sheet of paper from the stack behind it and wrote up a reply, writing slowly so that his writing would actually look neat. Mikoto-oba was quite strict on that growing up, and despite that to this day she still didn't think it was neat enough. But that's what happens when you graduate the Academy at five going on six in a month.

Dear Ms. McGonagall,

I am honored to have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry just as my birth parents were. However, I'm confused. I did not apply, and I live in the Hidden Lands of Japan. Before I commit, I would like an explanation as to how this came about, and I will need to get permission as well.


Shisui Uchiha

There. He knew his birth father, Jun Uchiha adopted as James Potter, was a bastard child cast aside into the adoption system abroad to get rid of him. The Uchiha took bastards and arranged marriages very seriously. His father then grew up to attend Hogwarts where he met his wife, Lily, and they got married and had him and then they got killed in a war in England, that's what his aunt Mikoto and his adoptive mother, his aunt Emiko, had told him as a small child.

He assumed that if he was signed up in their will to attend this Hogwarts school, someone would have mentioned it at some point. And even if it were mandatory, why wasn't he accepted into a school in mainland Japan? "This is so confusing!" he groaned. He looked at the owl, which was eating the last of the sardines. "I suppose you'll need a rest before you return with my reply, won't you? How about this. I'll let you rest until nightfall, and then you can return back under the cover of night. So you get some rest, and hopefully no one shoots you down on the way thinking you're a summon." The owl gave him a surprisingly startled expression, as if it were sentient, and with a flap of its wings perched itself on a chair and started pecking at its feathers, cleaning or trimming them or something. "Alright, I'm gonna go shower."


Shisui knocked thrice on the Hokage's door. "Sandaime-sama? Its Shisui. Something important has come up that I wish to discuss with you."

"Come in, Shisui," came Sarutobi's voice from within. Permission granted, he walked in and knelt down before him. "You may rise. No need for such formality, this isn't a mission report. Now, tell me. What's the matter?" It had been a few hours since the owl's sudden arrival, and here he was decked out in his new jounin vest clutching the envelope from this morning in his hand.

He reiterated the morning's events to the Hokage and handed him the envelope. "What do you make of this, Sandaime-sama?" He had so much more he wanted to ask, but he tried to keep it short. Short and to the point.

"Hmm. Its been a long, long time since we had a magical shinobi," the Hokage replied, looking over the papers and periodically puffing at his pipe. "I can confirm that the letter is indeed genuine, Shisui. But the last magical shinobi we had decades ago went to the school in mainland Japan, Mahoutokoro. I can only assume that perhaps your birth parents signed you up as an infant, thinking that when their war was over you would grow up in their care in England and attend there." The Hokage put the papers back in the envelope and handed it back to him. "Do you want to go, Shisui? I can to arrange it if you would like to, provided they allow you to return for missions periodically. It would be a valuable learning opportunity for you, and any knowledge or skills that you can bring back will be beneficial to the village as well."

The Hokage regarded him with a calm, gentle sincerity. He might be considered a coward by many, but surely no one could say the Hokage didn't look after his shinobi. He tried to calm his nerves. "Sandaime-sama, would that be safe? What about Kirigakure's spy child in the Academy?" The ANBU had uncovered it just a few weeks prior when an immigrant newly minted genin boy asked his new jounin-sensei mid-exam if he could go back to the academy, claiming that he felt unprepared after all.

"It will be fine, Shisui," The Hokage pulled a piece of paper and pen from a drawer and began to write. Shisui waited patiently until he was done and handed the letter to him. "Here. Mail that to the headmaster with your acceptance letter. I will make sure that should I need you, you can come back at a moment's notice. You are a powerful asset to this village, Shisui."

Shisui pocketed the rolled up paper in an empty pouch on his vest and slipped his envelop in with it. "Thank you, Sandaime-sama." He replied, bowing his head briefly. "If that is all, I will take my leave now." The Hokage nodded and gestured at the door, and off he went. He sighed in relief, tension leaving his shoulders as he made his way down the hall and out the door of the Hokage Tower, giving a polite nod to the chuunin guards in their plain, brown vests.


The apartment was mostly clean by the time night fell. Not that he had much to clean – he'd had this apartment since he came back from the Third War as a seven-and-a-half-year-old newly orphaned, newly minted chuunin. He couldn't afford much more than a studio apartment back then, and if he was honest with himself at the time he didn't really care. In his naïve inexperience at life, he'd came back from the war assuming they'd just let him live in his parent's house. Nope A real estate agent came knocking not a week later to inform him that unless he had a whole lot of money to buy the house from them, they were going to sell the house. Three years and two promotions later, saw no reason to move now. The dishes and the cooking pan from dinner were in the oven. The washer was running at the far end of the kitchen. The owl was still perched on the chair from earlier, but it was awake now and clicking its beak at him. "You ready to go?" He grabbed his and the Hokage's letters from the counter by the microwave and put them in a new envelope before tying it to the owl's outstretched foot with a short loop of wire from one his back left hip pouch. "One's my reply to the deputy headmistress, the other one is a letter from my boss to the headmaster about a concern of his. Make sure he gets it, okay?" The owl gave a short, sharp hoot and flew out of the open window by the sink, off back to Hogwarts. Hopefully it was some sort of specially bred owl, because he didn't want to wait until the last minute to get his reply.

Author's Note: Well, that's it. The first chapter. Sorry its so poorly written, I haven't written anything in literally years. I've had this idea in my head for a while though. Please review! If nobody reviews, then I don't know people are interested in this and want to read it. I have a general idea of where I want this to go. I already know what house Shisui will be in, I'm gonna put him in Slytherin. I'm gonna stick to the general harry potter storyline, but not exactly because rewriting the books sounds boring, and I can't imagine rereading what you've already read plus Shisui would be very entertaining.