Free For All
Hello everyone, I would just like to inform you that this is not a new story, this is just a section where I will be storing any ideas that happen to pop into my head. As the title suggest, any writers out there that takes a liking to any idea found here, may take it upon themselves to continue where I have left off. These ideas will center mostly on Harry Potter and Naruto. With that said please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Naruto or any other anime, movie or T.V. show I may borrow inspiration from.
Are you a Wizard or a Pirate?
It has been just one night since the British Wizarding community breathed a collective sigh of relief because their living nightmare, the Dark Lord Voldemort, has finally been defeated. All over the country, witches and wizards were celebrating the fall of the darkest wizard in recent history. Fireworks, feasts and exuberant toasts could be seen and heard all over. Harry James Potter, now nick named the Boy-Who-Lived was the reason for all the celebration. By a twist of fate or just plain luck, at 15 months old he had just the night before been responsible for the defeat of Voldemort. While the majority of the Wizarding population was singing his praises, Harry was none the wiser.
Harry was currently sound asleep in the arms of Albus Dumbledore. Albus was tall, thin and very old. He had long white hair that matched his long white beard, he had light blue eyes that twinkled behind half- moon glasses, and he also had a large crooked nose that looked like it had been broken more than once. Albus was currently explaining to his Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall and his groundkeeper Rubeus Hagrid his reasons for leaving Harry Potter to be raised by his muggle relatives. While the 3 of the magical beings stood on the sidewalk in front of Number 4 Privet Dr. none of them noticed the two shadowy figures lurking across the street on the side of Number 5 Privet Dr.
These two figures have been keeping watch on the home across the street since nightfall, they saw when the old man appeared out of nowhere and extinguished all the lights on the block. They saw when the tabby cat turned into a severe looking woman and they also saw when the large fellow with the bushy black hair and beard arrived on that flying motor bike. As they watched all of this, they never once showed any sign of surprise or shock at what they witnessed these people doing. As time ticked on they kept to the shadows as the 3 people finally went their separate ways. The big guy took off on his flying bike, the severe looking woman transformed once again into a cat and walked away and the old man after setting a bundle down on the doorstep of the house across the street walked to the end of the block relit the street lamps and disappeared.
After waiting for a moment the two people detached themselves from the shadows of Number 5 and walked with extreme confidence across the street to Number for. As they got closer to the street lamps the appearances was revealed.
One figure was covered in a black cloak from shoulders to ankles, but if the silhouette was anything to go by it was a female with a slender figure and a very prominent chest. She had flowing orange hair and when she went to brush it out of her eyes a glass orb glinted off her left wrist. She had a curious expression on her face as she got closer and closer to the bundle sitting on the doorstep of Number 4.
The other figure was wearing an open black vest that showed off a six pack abs and a large X shaped scar on his chest. He was wearing black shorts that stopped just above his knees with a gold sash tied around his waist and on his feet were a simple pair of straw sandals. Beneath his straw hat was also a look of curiosity in his dark eyes.
They were both in their late 20s but had the eyes of much older people, soon they stood in front of Number 4 and the man in the straw hat immediately picked up the bundle of blankets and smiled at the cherub face of Harry Potter.
"So you're the one Madam Sharly told me about." He said quietly.
"I still can't believe you of all people would remember something as specific as to be at a certain place at a certain time." The female companion groused. "Normally if it isn't about food or a new adventure you don't want to be bothered."
The man chuckled quietly as he continued to study the face of the baby in his arms. "Still see me as that 16 year old goofy bottomless pit eh, Nami?"
The now identified Nami laughed at the question. "I admit you have your moments of maturity Luffy." Nami said, she paused as she watched her friend grab his cheek and stretched it out to the full length of his arm, and stick his tongue out to the now awake child he held. "Although, those moments of maturity are few and far between."
The now identified Luffy let go of his cheek and let it snap back into place eliciting a childish laugh from the green eyed baby in his arms. "We better go before we get any unwanted attention." Luffy said before turning and walking away from Number 4.
"Luffy, you never said why you had to be the one to raise this kid." Nami said as she walked beside him.
Luffy stopped on the side walk in front of Number 4 "Madam Sharly said that Ace's will of 'D' lives on in this little guy, and if I left him to be raised here by these people, it would be lost forever."
Nami, knowing that the death of Ace was still a sensitive subject squeezed Luffy's shoulder in companionable silence. The two walked in silence further down the street to the park. Once there, they walked to the large open grass area. As they approached mid-field an invisible voice called out.
"Cloak mode disengaged!"
Right before their eyes the air in front of them shimmered and then fell away to reveal a large boat parked directly in the center of the field. The ship was perched on mechanical legs that extended out of the belly of the ship; the legs also had built in stairs to double as an access point. As they approached the ship someone leaned over the side.
"It's about time you got back; we've been waiting here all night." A surly voice said.
Before Nami or Luffy could respond, someone else leaned over the side.
"Shut your mouth, you mossy haired bastard! Nami-chan can take all the time she wants." Another voice said.
"Nobody asked you, you shitty cook. Go away before I cut you in half."
"You want to fight, you samurai reject? I'll cave in your empty skull with one kick."
"Bring it on; at least your fighting is better than your cooking."
Luffy and Nami both ignored them both and went aboard. By the time they got on the top deck the two men that were arguing, were nose to nose, growling in each-others face.
"Cut that out you two, we have to get going. Frankie, take us home." Luffy called to the big cyborg at the wheel.
"Aye Captain! Get ready for SUPER FLIGHT MODE!" Frankie said striking a pose with his forearms locked above his head.
As the ship slowly rose in the air, the other members of the crew started to gather around Luffy. Before anyone could ask any questions Luffy turned the little kid around in his arms so everyone could see him. "Everyone this is our new nakama, Harry D. Potter!"
(10 years later)
"Abbott, Hannah"
Albus Dumbledore couldn't quite hide his anxiety as Minerva called forth the first of the new crop of witches and wizards that were going to be joining Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Looked up and down the line of nervous 11 year olds, but didn't spot the messy jet black hair of James Potter or the emerald green eyes of his wife Lily.
Albus slouched back in his seat at the head table with feelings of guilt and shame. Those same feelings he had all those years ago when he first discovered Harry Potter was never taken in by his aunt Petunia. He could recall that day with great clarity. It was not long after he asked Arabella Figg to move to Privet Dr. to keep an eye on the Potter Heir, only to find out, that there was only one child living at #4 Privet Dr. and it was not Harry Potter.
After questioning both Dursleys with a liberal use of Legilimency he discovered that they never found Harry on their doorstep, they didn't even know Lily and James were dead. That day Albus left #4 a shadow of his former self. Gone, was the ever present twinkle in his light blue eyes and in its place guilt and shame.
That was until a month ago, when Minerva stormed into his office out of breath and waving a green envelope in front of her face like it was on fire.
(Flashback 1 month ago)
Before Albus could get a word in she thrust it into his hand. Albus had looked at the envelope and his world stopped on its axis, the envelope was the standard stationary for the Hogwarts letters but what had Albus' eyes wide open in surprise was the name and address on the front of it.
H. Potter
Cabin boy, barracks
The Thousand Sunny
"Albus" Minerva said her voice barely above a whisper "this confirms, he is out there somewhere but we have a problem, none of the school owls will deliver the letter. I was seating in the Great Hall having breakfast when it was brought to me. I even took the letter to the owlery myself but none of the feathery blighters would respond to me. Albus what does that mean?"
"I'm not sure myself Minerva, the only instance where that has occurred was when the recipient was dead. But here is Harry's letter clear as day." He said holding up the evidence.
Before the two professors could toss theories back and forth between them, Fawkes, Albus' Phoenix companion flew from his perch in the corner of the Headmasters office and settled down on the desk in front of Albus. Fawkes gave a short trill and stuck out his leg out.
Albus' white eyebrows disappeared further up on his forehead as he stared at his longtime friend. Having known Fawkes for most of his adult life, Albus trusted him without question, so with a small nod at his Phoenix friend, Albus tied the letter around his outstretched leg and in a flash Fawkes was gone.
(End Flashback)
That was a month ago and no matter how much Albus called, Fawkes still hasn't returned yet.
"SLYTHERIN!"
Albus dragged his thoughts back to the present at the shout. Apparently Albus was son caught up in the past that he completely missed the sorting of the first years. Albus heaved a heavy sigh. 'Never thought I'd say this but, I'm getting too old for this shit.'
Albus stood from his chair, to give his yearly welcome. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our feast, I would like to say a few words…"
Albus didn't get further than that because suddenly, in a flash of flames and startled screams, Fawkes appeared in the center of the Great hall between the Ravenclaws and Hufflfepuffs. And apparently Fawkes didn't travel alone, Albus' eyes widened as he glimpsed a pair of familiar green eyes. In another flash of fire Fawkes left the green eyed child to his business.
Minerva McGonagall was not a witch known to be flustered by much, but the sudden appearance of not only Albus' Phoenix companion, but a child as well left her temporarily speechless. At the first glimpse of those eyes she knew who the boy was, no one, besides one other person she had met had that shade of green.
The boy was dressed in dark blue slacks with white pinstripes and a matching vest over a white and a matching blue silk tie. He was also wearing a black leather jacket and a solid black fedora.
"Hi! I'm not late am I?" the boy asked with a wide grin, showing off straight white teeth.
Minerva got herself together quickly, fixing the smiling child with a stern look. "What is your name, young man?"
Smile never leaving his face, Harry took off his hat and long locks of jet black hair fell over his forehead and down the sides framing his face, he placed his hat over his heart and bowed at the waist, "Harry D. Potter, at your service madam."
All around the Great Hall, from first to seventh years, the girls were fanning themselves at the handsome 11 year olds chivalry.
"Harry Potter, my goodness, he is so cute and such a little gentleman."
"Oh my god, he's so dreamy and that suit is so darling."
Whispers of those types could be heard at every table.
Even the stern transfiguration professor's lips twitched at his courtly behavior.
"If I'm late, I do whole-heartedly apologize, I lost track of time as I was doing some last minute shopping for my school supplies. I make it a policy never to keep beautiful women waiting." Harry said sincerely.
All around the hall was a collective breathy sigh from each table.
Minerva had to stop herself from sighing along with the rest of the females gathered in the Great Hall. "Mr. Potter, would you join me at the front please?"
"Of course madam, I hear and obey." Harry strode forward without a hitch in his step as his leaving behind his school trunk, his highly polished, all black dress shoes clicked loudly against the stone floor.
"Since you missed the previous introduction I will briefly explain what is going on. This is the sorting ceremony, what that means is once you put the hat on it will determine which house suits you best. Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, each house has its own noble history and each house has produced great witches and wizards." Minerva motioned for Argus Filch to bring the stool and hat over to her. "The house you are sorted into will be your family here at Hogwarts; you will share classes and a living area. Please have a seat so that we can begin."
Harry sat down without hesitation and placed his own hat in his lap. The hat was placed on his head and fell over his eyes.
"My…my, what an interesting life you've lead thus far Mr. Potter." A small voice in Harry's ear said.
"Whoa, you can talk?" Harry whispered.
"Indeed I can, and I must say I envy you the adventures you've had thus far. I would love to talk about them when you have a chance, but because we are a bit behind schedule, we should really get you sorted."
"That's fine with me, and I'll be sure to make time to come and speak with you." Harry said.
"I would like that, now then let's have a look shall we? Yes…yes…I see growing up with your family has given you a healthy dose of all the traits the four founders favored. I see you have a great love for knowledge that would serve you well in Ravenclaw. You're cunning, but not overly ambitious, you would do well in Slytherin, but not great. Oh my, while your loyalty greatly outweighs your, cunning and love of knowledge, I see it is only reserved for those who have earned it, so Hufflepuff is out. It takes a great deal of courage to go to the places you have been without hesitation and with an open mind, I think that courage is going to serve you well in… GRYFFINDOR!"
Cheers rang out through the hall especially from the house of lions. Harry took the hat from his head and handed it back to the waiting professor. With another bow he walked to the table of lions and took a seat next to a girl with red cheeks and bushy brown hair.
It was two hours later that a red head who introduced himself as Percy was leading Harry and the rest of the first years to the Gryffindor dorms. Harry had kept up a steady conversation with his new friend Hermione all through dinner. She was a fountain of knowledge, especially about Hogwarts; Harry had learned when he asked about the enchanted ceiling. They had just gotten rid of the troublemaking poltergeist Peeves when Percy finally led them all to the entrance to the dorms.
"The password changes on a regular basis, and it could always be found on the common room bulletin board. If you forget it, you will be stuck on this side until someone can open it for you." He turned back to the portrait. "Caput Draconis" and the door swung open.
After Percy directed the girls to one side and the boys to the other, there were some half-hearted goodnights exchanged, before the two genders split up. Harry followed Hermione to the bottom of the stairs that lead to the girl's dormitory.
"It was nice meeting you Hermione; you're like my own personal Athena, who has come from the heavens to bestow knowledge upon me." Harry said as he took her hand a placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles.
Hermione was completely tongue tied as Harry caressed her hand with his lips. She didn't even recall walking up the stairs to her room, if anyone asked her roommates Lavender and Parvati they would swear she floated into the room and into to bed.
Harry stayed at the bottom of the stairs until Hermione disappeared from his sight, then he turned on his heels and went to his own dorm with one last thought. 'I wonder what color her panties were.'
AN: Well that's that. As you can see, Harry is a smoother version of Sanji and with a dash of Brooks thrown in. Remember these stories are free for anyone to continue or you can make your own version. If anyone does decide to write their own story, drop me a line and let me know. Bye for now.
