Growing up under the stairs was never too terrible for Harry. It had all seemed completely normal to him, and it struck him odd when he was moved upstairs into his cousin's toy room. Random PreHogwarts drabble.

"How many years have passed since we were together; not as seated officers, academy students, nor new souls, but back when we called ourselves shinobi?""Tobi misses everyone! It's been so long since Senpais have been with us""We shall see them again""You gotta remember, Lady Luck never has been on our side, hm""Che, who needs that bitch when we got Lord Jashin with us?" Het & Slash

"I am the last of the Mod-Souls. My name is Kon. When will people finally understand? Because I'm tired of being alone." Attempt at generic poem. Rhyming lines 2-4.