Hey there! Long time no type! Anyway, here's some of that brain stuffing I'm trying to get out of the way! Enjoy the prologue!

Warning/Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. Other people do. There's gonna be a whole lot of yaoi stuff in this one, so...just fyi.


Voldemort landed gently among a heavily forested woodland, dispelling the charcoal black cloud that carried him. Days and weeks of fevered ponderings, almost frenzied dreams, of a hint-a clue-as to his next progression had finally brought him to this point. Word had begun circulating among the serpents that he consorted with, whispers of a powerful being shrouded in mystery. He had no idea who or what this person was, or what power he commanded, but it was clear that he had garnered the fear and respect of the snake world in a way that he himself was incapable. Perhaps he had managed to become an enigma amongst the reptilians, but Voldemort was not so easily impressed. Whatever powers this being had, he was confident that he could deal with it in due course. There was no power on this earth that he could not overcome. A lifetime of building on the greatest talents the wizarding world had ever seen, could not be overwhelmed by some backward sorcerer with a modicum of respect amongst a lowly species!

His black robes dragged along the ground, marking a path in the dried out debris of an ancient forest. After scrying throughout Europe, without catching a trace of the source causing the unrest among his serpents began, he turned his eyes toward the rest of the world. As his search dragged on, the stories of this mysterious Orochimaru grew every day. It seemed that every day brought new stories of his power and increased his belief that if he could just find that person, and kill him, he would find the power he was looking for. The power to overcome the prophecy, and fulfill it. The power to destroy the hated Harry Potter.

After what seemed like hours, he came to a decrepit looking cave mouth. Loose dirt gathered in small piles, blown by the prevailing winds surrounding the foothills that the cavern burrowed into. If any creature lived here, it or they were certainly uncivilized, living in such squalor. No decent wizard of any power or respect would live in such lowly place. Without a doubt, this was where the magical discrepancies were coming from. Pointing his wand into the air, Voldemort was determined to find his next target.

"Ostendo vis vires!"

A thin mist converged in front of him, creating an opaque layout of the surrounding area. The image soon solidified, showing a detailed map of the vast network of hidden caves, obscured by some sort of prevailing magical screen. It was not, however, intended to interfere with a simple Revealing Charm. His sense of confidence and ease grew, and he entered the hidden fortress.

The cave door slammed shut with a deafening crashing, bathing the tunnel in darkness. "Lumos" A bright light extended from the tip of his wand, chasing the vast blackness to the furthermost corners of the corridor. Serpentine carvings laced the walls of the seemingly endless passage. Wooden doors revealed empty rooms, and a pervading sense of unease began to tickle the edge of his consciousness. His footsteps, no matter how quietly or carefully he stepped, echoed throughout the hallway, announcing his presence ahead of him.

Voldemort's wanderings eventually brought him to a huge antechamber, with giant pillars supporting an arched ceiling seemingly beyond sight. Evenly disbursed torches dimly lit the vast chamber, immense shadows covering the expanse between. At the end of the cavity, a series of step led to what seemed to be a dais, a large, throne-like chair surrounded by emptiness.

Two, yellow eyes peered out from the darkness, seeming to emanate from the throne itself.

The shadows weighed heavily on his mind, urging him to speak when menace would have prevailed. "Are you Orochimaru? Answer now-and I may spare your life."

The enshrouded figure shook, as though with mirth, and a thickly accented voice answered him.

"Ahh. Such is the menace of a dark figurehead. I appreciate your straightforwardness, yet I will not be as easily intimidated as those you usually parley with. I trust you came here at the murmurings of the serpents."

The character spoke with an almost silky confidence, smooth and disorienting, filling his head with unspoken doubts. Who was this figure? What power did he possess? What did he know? What was unknown?

"I have heard of stories from the snakes. However, respect amongst reptiles does not garner you fear from myself. I fear I will cut this short, lest my purpose be unfulfilled. Do you or do you not possess the Eldar Wand?"

"Hm. Wand? I have no need of that, whatever it may be. Word has spread to me as well, Lord Voldemort." A sickening sense of sarcasm, laced with a arrogant mischief evidenced itself within those few words. "I find that I am interested in your circumstance, to have come by a body born with no soul. A vessel created to harbor a soul through the end of times. I happen to be vastly interested…in such an area."

"Be that what you wish, but it is of no concern of yours! If you don't have the power I want, I have no need of you!"

As fast as he could, he brought his wand in to position, the Killing Curse on his lips---and found that he could not speak. In fact, he could hardly move. His body was racked with small tremors, his flesh quacking as though trying to crawl off of his skeleton. Sweat broke out on his forehead, his heart pumping fast and hard, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Fear. He recognized it. Fear he hadn't felt in a long time. Two eyes enveloped his vision, and a menacing chuckle filled his ears.

"Huhuhu. Once again, I appreciate your attempts, but you obviously have no knowledge of our methods or practices. Very ignorant of you, hmm? Well, wittingly or not, you've served me well. Now, I will take that body from you, I have need of it. Need of a body that will never deteriorate. One that cannot reject my soul."

Gritting his teeth, Voldemort ground out a threatening statement.

"I will have your life for this. You cannot have it! My soul is immortal! I cannot be destroyed!"

Orochimaru let out a dark chuckle. "Your soul may be indestructible to me. Or even immortal. But destruction was not my plan of attack."

Focusing on the victim trapped in his genjutsu, he summoned his chakra to overtake this Voldemort's body. Once, he had needed to have acceptance from his vessels, but Sasuke Uchiha had taught him the error of such dependence. The human heart and mind were fraught with weakness, and mere mortals were below trust or reliability. Now, with an unwitting victim in his midst, he could switch bodies with his vessel, taking the place of the victim's soul. After finally being able to reform and posses a simpleton after Uchiha destroyed his body, his priorities turned from a mortal body that supported desirable traits to one that would not decay. Immortality was key to ultimate power, ultimate knowledge. He had the ability to recreate the Sharingan, or any other jutsu he desired. With all the time in the world, anything was possible through immortality!

All too soon, the pain of the transfer faded, and he looked at his former body through the slanted eyes of his new form. Allowing himself a small amount of mirth, he laughed at the contorted face of his own visage. Confusion and fear twisted his replica's features into a snarl. Looking at the strange stick in his hands, he decided to move on the origin of the strange jutsu these people harbored. He had much to learn.


Sasuke leapt through the tree line, dodge yet another frantic blast of green chakra.

"Avada kedavra!"

With each frenzied yell, another blast of strange chakra burst wildly from the figure's hand. Konohagakure had received intelligence of a new hideout for Orochimaru, the desperate Sannin attempting to rebuild his power. This creature, bearing a resemblance to the ninja he once served under, was most definitely not Orochimaru though. He doubted that he had ever been trained in the arts of ninjutsu.

A small chill touched his chest, from the ever-cool pendant hanging on a silver chain, carved in the symbol of the Uchiha clan. Peering through the slits of his bakeneko mask, he saw the waning sun glint off Naruto's pendant, carved into the series of spirals Naruto had adopted as his sigil. It was identical to the Fourth's sigil, but no one had any objections.

The pendants were the only reason that Naruto and Sasuke were entrusted with the positions of Anbu. They were hallowed objects, chakra wards placed on sacred metals or gems, designed in such away that they granted the bearers a shield around their mind---preventing any genjutsu or dark chakra from overtaking their wills. They were items of great rarity and power, almost impossible to make. After Naruto had merged with Kyuubi, and Sasuke returned to the Leaf Village, they were required for them to remain alive. The pendants were the only way that the Council could be sure that Naruto wouldn't fall under any lingering affects of Kyuubi, or Sasuke to the curse mark.

Jiraiya, as a master of seals, had created the objects. Sasuke's used a red tear, drawn from the Sharingan, as a chakra base. Naruto's a drop of condensed chakra. These were infused with the sacred gems found only in the craters of fallen stars---diamonds that fell from heaven. It was a long, and dangerous process, that required constant chakra output from both the maker, and a party entrusted with the maintenance of the gem during its sanctification.

Another blast of chakra brought him back to the moment. The figure raised his hands above his head, Sasuke's sharingan making out the formation of foreign words.

"Legilimens!"

Neji and Shikamaru, both had attempted to circle behind the target, froze, a dazed look on their face. His pendant burned with a fierce heat, yet leaving his skin unmarked. It was the sign of a genjutsu, or an attempt to overtake his mind, directed at him. The target had stopped moving, enlightenment slowly donning on his face. Whatever jutsu he had performed, did not look like it would turn out in their favor. Turning to Naruto, he spotted that he too was unaffected. Without thought, he threw a shuriken toward the heart, watching as it hit dead center.

Waiting for the figure to switch with a log, Sasuke was surprised when he fell over. Dead. Shikamaru and Neji shook themselves out of the broken jutsu, rejoining the group. With a quick teleportation jutsu, all four of the squad surrounded the fallen enemy.

Naruto knelt beside the body, his Anbu mask hiding most of his face. He and Sasuke had joined Anbu at the same time-but it soon became clear that assassinations were not Naruto's forte. He became a Hunter-nin, tracking down and eliminating ninja that abandoned the village. It fit.

Naruto's gloved hands extended over the corpse, a blue chakra enveloping them. Much like a medic-nin, he began examining the body, attempting to learn what secrets it hid.

Shikamaru was the first to speak. "What have you found, Myobu (1)?" Naruto had chosen that Anbu name for obvious reasons; proclaiming himself the fox. Very bold of him. "It's weird, Satori (2), he hasn't built up his chakra system."

Neji was the next to speak. "That's impossible. We saw him use that strange chakra; my byakugan can tell it is the same man. He couldn't have used that without any chakra."

"I know that Ganriki (3), but I'm just telling you what I see. Koketsu (4), can you see any jutsu with your sharingan?"

Sasuke looked at the body, still coated in the blue of an active chakra system. "No, but his chakra is still…alive. I don't know how else to describe it."

Neji looked at the corpse as well, "Yes, it's strange. It seems as though he is still connected to this world."

"That's what I thought. I wasn't sure though. Here, get ready."

Taking a step back, the team watched Naruto perform another of his jutsu-kaibou no jutsu. He took out a scroll, writing the sealing kanji on the parchment, and proceeded with the dissection. Also, he set a second one nearby, but Sasuke didn't know why. White fire encircled the body, lifting it slightly off the ground, and slowly incinerated the corpse. A white glow emanated from his normally blue eyes, and he raised his hands and extended the jutsu to his comrades. Sasuke saw a torrent of vision boiling through his mind-a language, a society, a culture, and a power. It was truly mind blowing, the secrets a body hid. This was one of the functions of the Hunter Anbu-dissecting and analyzing the defeated enemies' powers. Blindly completing the kanji, Naruto sealed a copy of the information within the scroll, and the body withered into dust.

Suddenly, a cloud of dark gray rose from the remains, a human face contorted in agony reared toward them. Reaching out, Naruto grasped at the phantom, a suppression seal in his palm. Grappling with the ghostly figure, Naruto managed to wrestle it closer to the scrolls. Quickly, Naruto took his brush, and in a flash of light, began to seal the apparition within the second scroll. Blue chakra encircled the smoke, drawing it within the confines of its sealing. Soon, nothing was left, but a kanji in the center of the scroll.

"Whew. I knew something weird was gonna happen. It's your fault, Koketsu! You should've killed him better!"

"Che. Dobe."

"Don't call me that, you, you, you jerk!"

"Oi, oi! Haven't you guys grown out of that already? It been over a year since we've all been back together, and you're still acting like genin!"

Naruto ruffled his hair briefly. "Sorry, Satori. I guess its become a habit."

Sasuke looked away, grunting something non-committal. "The dobe should no by now that he can't hold his own against me."

With an indignant squawk, Naruto rushed the perfectly muscled Uchiha, his tall build giving off the perfect masculine silhouette. "What was that?!? I believe it was me kicking some lily white Uchiha ass that brought you back in the first place!"

Snorting almost playfully, Sasuke fired back another retort. "Please! I came back on my own. Or, if you don't remember, I had to carry you back after you passed out! If anything, I own YOUR ass! In fact, I have a claim on that ass, and I'm gonna call that in some day!"

Flushing a brilliant red, Naruto sheepishly turned away, embarrassed by the graphic description Sasuke had depicted. Meanwhile, Sasuke seemed unaware of the affect he had on his partner.

Seeing a never-ending battle, Shikamaru stepped forward to cut it off at the root. "That aside, we need to report back to the Hokage. God, this is such a drag…"

Without another word, the squad headed back to the Leaf Village, Sasuke and Naruto in front-snide remarks flying back and forth, lewd comments punctuating the exchange, and Neji and Shikamaru in the rear guard-blessed silence marking the compatibility of the two different natured ninja.


Tsunade stared aimlessly at the wall behind her top squad. What she had seen made no sense. From all accounts, the collection of knowledge and memories taken from the victim attributed the strange chakra to a seemingly deviant cult of ninja. Why they were not related to the body was easy enough to uncover. Naruto's technique analyzed the spiritual aspect of the body, siphoning the memories and knowledge of the fallen into a seal.

"I don't have to tell you how serious this is. Orochimaru, our target, has decided to move onto an unsuspecting country. We cannot afford to allow him that luxury. We don't know where he is, or what he'll learn there, but we do know that he will bring it back here! He cannot be allowed that chance!"

Her fist cracked against the sturdy desk, splinters flying as the wood broke under her wrath. She lost almost as many lovers that way as she did desks. Well, of course she healed them! Things are never the same after something like that though.

"Shikamaru! What are your thoughts on the matter?"

"Well, we didn't have as much time as I would like to analyze what we obtained from this Voldemort. He seemed to have a high level of spiritual chakra techniques, but without any internal chakra system. I would say that he was trained to funnel his chakra through a resonance, like a chakra blade, and use that as a foundation for his jutsu. He would be able to use that ability without the focus, but with no chakra control, it would be wildly unfocused and ineffective. With Orochimaru having that item though, he could funnel his techniques through that, magnifying their power in a way I can't even begin to imagine. I would say that or best plan of attack is to join with anyone that this guy had been against."

Neji cut a glance at his teammate, while giving a silent prayer of thanksgiving that Shikamaru was nothing like Lee. "I agree. The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Rubbing her temples, Tsunade fought to find such a person. "Thank you, Ganriki, but I could have thought that up myself! Where the hell is my sake? Shizune! Get me another bottle!"

Without waiting for a response, Tsunade started to ponder over what she had seen. Suddenly, it came to her. Leaping out of her chair, she ran over to the closet, rifling through things that had long gathered dust. Pulling out a crystal orb and stand, she placed them on the center of her desk.

"Ne, Baa-chan, what's that?"

"Quiet, gaki! It's a tool Sarutobi-sensei used to check in on what other people were up to. He taught me how to use it before the Great War."

Quickly catching on, Shikamaru spoke softly. "Are you using it to contact that Dumbledore person? He would be our greatest ally in this."

"Yes. He is the one we will make contact with."


Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore sat at his desk in the Headmaster's study. Peering down over the tops of his glasses, he invested himself in his work. These were serious times, calling for serious measures, and yet he could not decide on what new password should be!

"I've already used lemon drop, and licorice snaps…what the devil should I use now!?"

A swift movement of his arms cleared the desktop of all paperwork, as he abandoned his mission for one of slightly more dire consequences. He pulled out a dossier on Tom, trying to piece together his movements after he had graduated out of Hogwarts. It was vital that he gave Harry as much of a lead as he could, though the future often hid what was to be found in the next step, it often hinted of the destination. Which, when you think about it, was truly troublesome because it kept you looking forward instead of where you should. It caused him to trip more times than he'd like to recall.

A flash of light brought his attention to an old crystal ball held by an antique, wrote iron pedestal. He guessed that that object hadn't been used since Deshawn Gottfried had held the Headmaster's chair. Curiously inspected the abnormality was simply the only course of action. What good was old age if you lacked the good sense to realize that life is only worth living if you live a life worth wanting. Caution was for those who had something to build towards! He himself had passed that venture quite a ways away.

Peering into the clear stone, the mists within soon cleared to reveal a young woman with a simply generous endowment. A marvelous pillow, in fact. A stern, surprisingly authoritative voice echoed from within the core. Yes, that was what he had once longed for.

"Are you Dumbledore?"

"I am, my dear lady. Alas, but my time on this Earth has me at a loss. Have we some prior intimacies that my aging mind has forgotten? When you have so much thoughts in one head, I find that it is often a matter of misplacement that leads to such an embarrassment."

Annoyance emphasized the youthful palor of her skin. "No, we have not met before this. I need permission to enter your region. An intruder was found and killed within my lands, and we searched his past and found him to be connected to you."

"Really? And what, if I may ask, was the name of such a character?"

"His memories were fractured, and hard to understand. We were able to glean your language from his mind, but not all of his past. He went by the name of Voldemort."

Shock nearly tipped the old man over! "Voldemort is dead!? How can that be? The Horcuxes have not been destroyed!"

"Horcruxes? What the hell are those? All I know is that we destroyed the body he was housed in, and sealed his soul within a scroll."

"His soul is sealed? I must give my thanks to you, but I do not know the name to whom I should convey it to."

"My name is Tsunade, and we have work to do. A criminal of immense danger lured your Voldemort to his lair, and possessed his body. Orochimaru has long since made his soul immortal, and we believe he is heading to your country to learn more about the powers you teach. He cannot be afforded that power."

"I understand the gravity of such a concern; Voldemort was of similar standing amongst us. If this Orochimaru is capable of such a feat, he must be a truly wicked individual. Unfortunately, I am at a loss as to our journey from here."

"It's fine. Our finest strategist has solved that obstacle."


Harry Potter woke to the scrabbling sound of claws outside his window. Hedwig hooted indignantly at the late night intrusion. Fumbling for his glasses, he stumbled over to the window. A stately owl silently flew into the room, taking roost on a rounded bed post. Outstretching his leg, the owl offered him a letter addressed in his name.

Recognizing the flowing cursive, Harry urgently opened the letter, eager for any news about Hogwarts. He felt so trapped these days, knowing that Voldemort is still out there, somewhere. Switching on a light, Harry settled on his bed to read his midnight missive.

"To Mr. Harry Potter

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would like to invite you to the beginning of a new tradition. In light of the changing era, Hogwarts feels compelled to leave a legacy of new changes. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore cordially invites you to the first Pangaea Tournament, a series of challenges and tests similar to the Triwizard Tournament. This event heralds an age of understanding between cultures that have never before interact. To ensure the safety and quality of such a historic event, you are invited to attend to qualification rounds for the guest assembly, on the 10th of August this year. The school dormitories shall be opened simultaneously in lieu of such a momentous occasion. History beckons many, and those who answer reap eternity. Witness the birth of legends!"


1. Title for a white fox attributed to the shrine of Inari. Symbol of Luck. (Naruto's Anbu code name)

2. A creature that has the power to read minds. (Shikamaru's Anbu Code name)

3. Power of observation and insight (Neji's Anbu code name)

4. The tigers' den. The jaws of death (Sasuke's Anbu code name).

Well, I guess thats that. I have the strangest addiction to these crossovers, and I make sure at least one was done perfectly (in my mind at least)! Hope you guys liked it. 15 reviews will keep it going!

~Apythii