Resurrection Worlds
Fanfic: Naruto x Harry Potter Xover

A/N: I am messing with some timelines here, so no saying I got things wrong, okay? Here is what happens:
First Year: Uh-Oh! Harry comes to Hogwarts, but he's… ten? Harry defeats Quirrel, and the stone is 'disposed' of by Dumbledork, meaning he forced it into Harry's bloodstream to see what happens. Harry wakes up, is angry and betrays, and then hears hissing, Chamber of Secrets happens. Harry now has Elixir, Basilisk venom and Phoenix tears in his body. Oh joy. But wait… Why is Ron's rat… a man? End of first year, Harry is abused by his relatives, and then… Second Year Approaches!
Second Year: 3rd year – Goblet of Fire. Tri-wizard tournament. Receives the Sphinx's Gift. Voldy comes back. Cedric dies. Ron and Hermione turn on Harry with the Wizarding world, and Harry accidentally overhears them saying they were 'just being paid to make friends with the freak, anyway.'.
Third year: 6th book – start of seven, ignoring ending. Harry finds all of the Horcruxes. He destroys 6, including Nagini. Voldemort kills nearly all of the Order and most Light wizards. Near death, a Thestral saves Harry, and takes him to the forest. He is bestowed a Unicorn's tear when the Unicorn's Queen sees all that he has been through, and he is taught all that the creatures of the Forest know, before he finds the Library of Merlin himself, accidentally. He studies, not knowing time nor tiredness, until he feels he is ready. Every night Voldy sends him visions, and he slowly breaks from the inside. It has been three years. Harry is now 15.
Sixth Year: Harry emerges, and bands all of the remaining Light wizards, that he trusts, together. They fight, until eventually only Harry and Voldemort are left. The others are dead, unconscious or incapacitated in some way. Harry evacuates all of the rest of the non-fighting wizards, the women and children, old and ailed, those who cannot fight or have uncontrolled magic, into the Patter Manor and Diagon Alley. He places Fidelius Charm with himself as the Secret Keeper. War, fighting, death, torture, escape later, Harry kills Voldy and himself, but is given a second chance in a new world…

This is just a brief overview. There is more that he endures that I haven't written down, but most of it will be revealed in later chapters.

RESURRECTION WORLDS – CHAPTER 1

The crumpled form of Voldemort lay bound, wand snapped inches from long, white fingers. Harry Potter gazed down at his old enemy, rolling a ring around his index finger. He pointed at the stone with his free hand, and opened his mouth to speak. " This was given to me by Ginny. Ginny Weasely. You know, the girl you tried to possess in First Year? Yeah. It's a Holding Stone. It held Amortentia. The lying, conniving bitch wanted to force me to love her."
" So what?" Red eyes glared up at the Boy-Who-Lived, Tom moving the only part of his body that was not paralysed. Harry smirked faintly, pointing his finger at the stone. On three of his fingers lights began to glow, two an acid green, eerily reminiscent of Harry's eyes, the other a faded gold. He whispered three incantation under his breath, and the small stone became banded green and gold. A faint twitch of his lips was his only sign of satisfaction, as Harry moved Voldemort's hand atop his own on the stone.
" It's over, Tom. It's all over. I am the last of the Horcruxes, and soon we shall both be no more."
Hissing escaped Tom's lips as he tried vainly to struggle against the invisible magical bindings surrounding him. Green eyes, dulled and dead, gazed at the small stone set in a torque on his neck.
" I will be taking the Resurrection Stone with us, Tommy. And the Eldar Wand is no more… " He laughs brokenly, and continues on, " You know what old Dumblydork did? He bloody well crushed it up, using his bliddy life-force, and made me drink it. As if I didn't have enough other stuff in my bloody blood. Ha! All for his own manipulations, of course. I drank the Eldar Wand… Ain't that one for the parties, eh, Riddle? A living wand, set to explode if I showed any signs of running away from this war, or deserting the so-called 'Light' side." The last was said bitterly, before Harry's face smoothed out again into a mask of passivity.
Tom Marvolo Riddle's eyes widened impossibly, and his snakey face looked suddenly sly and shocked.

" Yeah… You know, Tom? I'm not human anymore. Too much other blood in me… I put two Killing Curses in this stone, and a modification of the activation time delay used in some Portkeys and Heirlooms." Harry stared at his long-time nemesis, and then slowly whispered the activation words for the two killing curses in suspended animation inside of the stone. " Tempus Umbris, Tommy. Tempus Umbris…"
Two jets of green light, lighting up the ruins of Hagwarts castle, hit both semi-human men. Darkness encroached on Harry Potter, and he fell…

Harry opened his eyes.
"Uh… Okay…? I did kill myself, and ol' Voldy… Right? Oh boy. I just know something has got to have gone wrong. Heh. Who am I kidding? I'm Harry Bloody Potter, stuff always goes wrong. So much for dying in peace…"

A voice echoed in the darkness as the Resurrection Stone around his neck glowed, lighting up the nothingness. Harry started, automatically moving into a fighting crouch, before peace and calmness seemed to wash over him. Relaxing slightly, he nevertheless looked curiously at the blank room as the voice spoke.

( Ah… Mr. Potter. It is good to see you. No, you are not dead. You are… in limbo, we suppose. We are giving you a choice, courtesy of the Fates. You may die, and never know more, or… We may send you to another world. Chosen One, we know you… you have no more to live for in this world. But, if you go to the other, you may find a reason to live again.)

"Err… Thanks? Do I get some time to actually get everything I need, or is it just a straight 'through the portal and out' type operation, Mr. Mysterious Voice? And why does this always happen to me?" Harry's voice was hard and mistrustful, and he peered suspiciously around him. He had learnt not to trust early on in his life, and he held true to that to this day, no matter what the stupid calm around him said. It became tinged with remorse and a hint of amusement.

( Harry, you may get as many things as you can ask us for. We will provide all you need, and more. Please, tell us. Tell us what you need. It is the least we can do after all you have been through, Chosen One. We are afraid it is just the Potter luck you can blame, nothing else. And that damnable Trewalney woman. Seer-ess my... *cough *)

"Hmm… Can I ask you some questions, Mr/Mrs/Miss Voice? Do I actually get a choice in where I go, if I do go?"

( Of course. Ask us whatever you like. Unfortunately... No. We apologise, but it is all completely random.)

" Hmph. Well, can't have everything in life, I suppose. Will the composition of my blood affect my travel?"

( Ah… You see, Harry, we do not know.) The voice grew louder, and a young woman with red hair and green eyes emerged from the nothingness. Her visage flickered, at times Fred and George, then Prongs, then Poppy and Minerva, then Narcissa and Nymphadora Black, then Draco Malfoy and Lily Evans. She flickered between those who had died in the war, face never resting on one image for long. Interestingly enough, none of the faces of those who had lyed to him, manipulated him or betrayed him showed up. Harry also noted that, to his relief, Sirius, Remus and Severus never appeared. From what he supposed about the facial composition and order, they were all dead. That, of course, meant that his dogfather, his surrogate 'mother' and his 'dad' were all alive.

" Hmm… Unfortunate. So… before I go and ask for what I will need, can I see what will happen to those I have left behind? Well… I suppose there's really only three people left who I trust. Can you show me Moony and Padfoot, and Sev?"

( Anything. Ah!) The woman/man/boy/girl cocked her head, listening to something that tickled Harry's mind, but never formed words. ( Yes, THEY have agreed. You may watch.)

Instantly, a flickering window appeared in the blackness.

It showed Moony, grieving on his hands and knees in front of the graves of war, being dragged away by Ministry Officials. Locked up and drugged, Harry watched with an odd kind of detached horror as he was tortured and his blood used to infect Muggles and Wizards alike, if they disobeyed the Ministry. He saw Remus die, alone and in pain, and something inside him broke, hard.

The window flashed red, and it turned to Harry's beloved godfather.

Sirius was sent back to Azkaban, and Harry watched as he, stuck in a cell with former Death Eaters, two of which he recognized as Ron and Theodore Nott, used him as a punching bag and a toy for their sick pleasures. The Dementors stopped them more than once, and for that Harry was ever so grateful. But, it all eventually took its toll, and Sirius just couldn't bear to live anymore. So, Harry watched him give up, until he wasted away, alone and broken…

Flashing yellow, the screen changed what it showed him again, this time turning to Severus Snape.

He watched as, sent to Azkaban, Severus slowly dissolved into quiet madness. When he was let out to see his family, Harry saw the insults and jinxes, hexes and abuse being thrown his way. He eventually died, hated and feared by the people he had risked himself to save, and Harry felt the indifference holding him shatter as he sobbed. His expression hardened, and he turned to the entity.

" Save them. I don't CARE what I have to do, SAVE THEM!" Harry roared, his sense of detachment fading in the wake of his anger. " I don't care if I have to die again, and again, and AGAIN. Please, just… Save them. Nobody deserves this, that. Nobody… Not even me..."

( We… We shall try, Harry Potter. For you, we shall try. Oh, yes, Our names are Gaia. Call us if you require anything.) The shifter faded out, and Harry slumped to the nothingness floor in overwhelming anger, shame and rubbed his face tiredly, absently tracing his scar with one hand, before he decided to test something out. He knew enough Healing to know he was in shock, so while the detached, 'This-is-all-a-dream' syndrome was continuing, he ought to milk it for all it was worth. Merlin, he sounded so Slytherin when he said that…

Waving his hand, Harry smirked as a hard-backed chair with cushions appeared.
Well, obviously magic still worked… Pushing himself to his feet, he plonked himself down, head in hands, and waited for the weird entity/shape shifter thing/person to re-appear. So used to all the weird things happening to him, Harry just took it all in stride, and didn't even bother kicking up a fuss about it.

After all, after some of the things he'd seen and done, traveling to another world, meeting entities made up of your dead friends faces, saving your godfather and his 'possible' lover from the Ministry of Magic, along with someone he used to hate… It was all fairly tame, compared to defeating a Dark Lord's soul shard, fighting a Basilisk, having the Philosopher's Stone in his blood, dying and coming back thanks to Fawkes, the phoenix, and more, all when he was eleven. Luckily, no immortality for him! The Stone really didn't do much, except make his slightly more sensitive, and help him with his healing rate and magic re-absorption.

He noticed that his clothes were normal, not ripped and bloodstained, and that he could move a lot easier. It seemed that while he was in Limbo, Harry's wounds were healed. He wondered if that would hold true in the other world, but his musings were cut short by the reappearance of the shape-shifting entity. Harry decided to call it Bob Jr. the 3rd, in a fit of insanity, just for kicks. After all, he already knew it was called Gaia... wait... wasn't that the name of, in Greek or something mythology, the person who was Mother Earth? Hmmm... Interesting...

Bob Jr. the 3rd spoke quickly and excitedly, its numerous faces lighting up.( We have been allowed to save them, Harry Potter!)

" I sense a 'but' in there somewhere, don't I? What's the catch?"

( Well… THEY have decreed that only if you take their pain, their memories, their lives for the past 2 years, will the Dog Star, the Snake and the Wolf be allowed to accompany you. Also… It may be too late to save their bodies, Chosen.)

" Oh. Is that all? Tell THEM that I accept their decree, and want my family here, now." Harry smiled, dismissing the fact that he would have to endure more pain and suffering, happy merely for the fact that his last remaining family would be here. Then Gaia's last sentence caught up with him, and he sat, more like bolted, upright. "WAIT. What do you mean, it may be too late for their bodies?"

( Well… We and THEY will be able to fetch their spirits easily enough, but with the amount of time that has passed, their bodies will most likely have decomposed. We will talk more when they have arrived, dear.) The entity started to fade, but Harry's voice made it stop.

" So… It would be possible to put their spirits into something else? Like… an animal? If we could find three animals near to or approaching death, they could inhabit those bodies, right?" Harry asked slowly, thinking it out loud.

(Yes… Yes! That could work, darling. I will have to see… your family will choose their own animal, correct?) It asked, before continuing at Harry's nod. (I shall have to ask THEM, but I'm sure I could tweak it so that they could become reverse Animagi. Ah. I see you don't exactly know what I'm talking about. Well, a reverse Animagi is an animal that manages to turn itself human. It is exactly as it sounds, the reverse of what a human Animagi does. Well, I have to go. Expect them in a few minutes, Harry. Also? Here, have these. Write down all you think you may require in this new world.) With a pop, the shifting Bob Jr. the 3rd disappeared, but not before a parchment and Self-Inking Quill floated to the nothing ground.

Placing his head in his hands, Harry slumped back into his chair. Shock was wearing off, and it hit him like a sledgehammer. I am going to live again, with the family I never had. Oh, bollocks.
Picking up the quill with a sigh, he poised it above the crinkled parchment. What'll I need? Something to carry my stuff in… A-ha! I know. One of those nifty trunks with the compartments, like Mad-Eye used to have, but bigger on the inside. Writing it down, he paused again. I'll need a cauldron, potion ingredients, clothes that aren't robes, weapons, books… Oh Lord. How am I going to write all this down, and get exactly what I need? Wait, what did the entity say again? I can'y really remenber, wasn't listening… Yeah, that's right. Call Gaia? I'll try that.

" Gaia? Hello?" Harry called tentatively, and the same entity appeared once more.

( Yes, Harry?)

" Um… Can you, like… uh… send me down to Merlin's Library? Just for a bit. I wanna see what books I should take, and then, if possible, I would like to visit the Chamber. Is that… okay?"

( Of course! We'll just make you temporarily corporeal.) Gaia smiled softly at him, and he found himself in the familiar library once more.

" Dude, that was cool!" Harry breathed, before shaking himself out of his awe-induced stupor. Waving his wand, he concentrated really hard on what books he wanted, and let Merlin's library do the rest. The room spun, books flying into neat piles next to him, and an hour later he had nearly a thousand books, most of which he had never known existed before.

" Well. That certainly makes sure I won't be bored any time soon." He said dryly. In answer, the book sent a thick tome flying at his nose. It stopped, hovering menacingly a few inches away from his face, then dropped into his hands. " Hey! No fair, I wasn't insulting you… Stupid library. OF ABSOLUTE WONDER!" He added hastily, and he could have sworn the library laughed at him. He glared petulantly at the sentient place, before settling down with a soft smile, which quickly transformed when the book shuddered menacingly again.
Pouting, he studied the book before him with renewed curiosity. It was bound in black, of a leather he had never seen before but knew was rare, and in shining gold letters, curling and twisting on the front, were the words 'Fabulosa Carmina Studia: A Regiis Archivis Of Habitasse Merlin Bibliotheca Scriptor'. He stared for a moment, then laughed at the translation he made.

"Thank you. This is a priceless gift." He whispered, and he felt the Library's acceptance. " This book, ' Timeless Studies: A Living Record Of Merlin's Library' , is truly a gift beyond compare. Gaia? Could you please take me to the Chamber now? I am done here, if you would please transport these to Limbo. Oh!" He quickly looked around for something he might have forgotten, seeing as the Library had most definitely given him a disapproving stare. " Uh... Libra? What's wrong?" The library shot a parchment and quill at his nose, and he rubbed at it with petulant irritation. Grabbing the parchment quickly, he read the neat writing of Merlin's Libraray, a.k.a Libra, with a sheepish look on his face.

" Alright already. I'm sorry. I'll go see Queen Mother, and my friends. Put a bridle on your stallion and hold your horses already! Gaia, change of plans. I need to go somewhere. I'll be back... soon." With that, Harry turned his vaguely ghost-like figure on the spot, and apparated. ( A/N: The meeting will be contained in a later chapter, as a flashback. This is a time-skip of about an hour.)

"Gaia? That you? I'm ready for the Chamber now, if it's not too much trouble..."

A chatter of nonsense in his head, with a tone of agreement, let him brace himself before he appeared in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. He quickly hissed the password, hoping to avoid the melodramatic ghost, and started sliding just as she appeared. His utter relief was nearly tangible. Heh. Harry Potter, scared of a ghost? Lord, but that would make many people laugh their heads off. So… books done and dusted. Now for the potions ingredients and weapons. I can get anything I need here or in the Room…

His thoughts broke off as he hissed the password to the personal chambers of Salazar Slytherin. He had found them in his second year, when certain... problems made him wish to be alone. Hogwarts herself had answered his call in the form of the Sorting Hat, Alastro. Gazing around at the seemingly endless supply of delicate, rare and common potion ingredients made his mouth water. Metaphorically.

He quickly asked Gaia for a bottomless bag, and began to stuff as many potions, ingredients, tools and cauldrons as he could into the bag. Nearly half an hour later, he wiped a sweaty hand on his forehead, and looked at the half-empty shelves in front of him. " Merlin, Salazar. He owned everything! I sooo want to meet this man now. Sev would love him." He re-commenced his potions packing, and was about to send off the bottomless bag to Gaia when he noticed something from the corner of his eye. The panels on one wall seemed… different. In one section, they were darker, and he noticed a strange leaf symbol in the center. Feeling his damnable curiosity well up, he lowered the bag to the floor and pressed the leaf with his thumb.

"Blood…" came the whisper from beyond the door, and Harry cautiously bit his thumb, tracing the leaf with his blood. The hidden room was revealed, and Harry gasped in delight. There were even more potions and their ingredients in this room, and you could practically see Harry drooling. Many of them were rare, or nearly unobtainable, and he had crates of the stuff! " Merlin… I'm in heaven, not Limbo…" He quickly set to work, not noticing the coiled up figure in the furthest crate away. Except, this crate was a cage. A cage made of glass spelled to look like wood. As he approached, Harry felt the tingle of magic, but ignored it as he packed everything in a compartmented chest Gaia had kindly brought. Each chest then went into the bottomless bag, with all ingredients sorted and labeled. Lord, but he loved the Accio spell.

"Mortal. What be you doing here? Have thy come to kill me? Know now, I will not die without a fight."A hiss came from one of the crates, half submerged in darkness. Harry turned slowly, muttering a quiet 'Lumos', and stepped closer. He had emptied the room by this point, having gone out to fetch the bag, and he wondered what he had awoken. As he approached, the wooden disguise faded from the glass, and he crept closer.

"Who is there? Why are you in this chamber?"He hissed, and absently realized that, seeing as he was talking in Parseltongue, the creature must be a snake of some kind.

" A speaker? It has been a thousand years since I have last heard of one such as you, mortal child. Dim thy light. Mine eyes be too sensitive, having lain in slumber more the thousand years I have." The hissing came from a long snake, over three meters, with large red and gold wings that seemed vaguely familiar. It's eyes were a gleaming purple, and it's body a mix of silver, green and red/gold scales.

" I apologize, pretty one. There. My light is dimmed. What be your name? And why hast thou been in here for so long?" Harry asked, obediently dimming his Lumos till it barely lit up the cage and coiled snake inside. He had always wondered why, at first meeting a snake, your Parseltongue had to be so formal. It had been taught to him by Sephre, and he knew better than to question her words, especially now that she was dead...

" Mine master was Salazar, and he be dead. Killed by those he once did consider his friendlings. The Founders Three did make him dead. I will NOT forgive them, blood-traitors that they be. My name… Chimei Fuyukasai. My master was fond of those of the desert and mountains, with black hair and eyes, slanted and fun. I was told it meaneth Deadly Winter's Fire. You see, master breeded me from a phoenix and a Basilia."The snake raised itself proudly, and Harry was more than suitably impressed. A Basilia, a basilisk and dragon cross, was rare. They were larger than Basilisks, could fly without wings, breathe fire, paralyze their victims with a stare if they so chose, and that was all that was confirmed. They were intelligent, fiercely loyal and extremely magical. Harry was amazed. To have bred a Basilia with a phoenix was… Bloody Amazing, to say the least.

" Salazar is sounding greater the more I hear about him. I have never understood why Slytherins were so hated, or what is so bad about being a Parseltongue, or about so called Dark Magic either. All I know is that you're one beautiful snake, Chimei. Hey… How would you like to visit another world? I'm being sent there by the Fates, and I would love a familiar, or even just a companion that wasn't human. What do you say? Want to break out of that cage?" Harry practically bounced on his heels as Chimei thought, but knew better than to interrupt.

"Why not? I would enjoy some freedom, and a new world sounds extremely interesting." Chimei bared her fangs in a grin, and Harry answered with a smile equally as terrifying. With a hand wave, Chimei's glass cage Vanished, and she slithered out and on to Harry's waiting shoulders.

" Well then. Let's go to Limboooo~" Harry sung out, and he felt Chimei's hissing laughter next to his ear before they were back in the nothingness room.
Chimei tasted the air, deciding that it was safe enough for her and her new master, and promptly fell asleep. Harry was amused. Fate was laughing. Gaia chuckled. Sirius, Remus and Severus were scared.

" Heya, Sirius, Remus, Sev. How are ya'll doing?" Harry said cheerfully, and showed no outer expression as the full force of their memories came crashing into him, even as he was screaming in abject horror and pain on the inside. He locked the newest memories in a box, deep inside his mind, far behind his Occlumency's secondary emotional shields, and promptly hugged all three males. They hugged him back awkwardly, still attempting to figure out where they were, how they got here, and why Harry was here. Oh, and the chair. And the snake. But mostly Harry.

Harry quickly explained why they were here, how they got here, what here was, why the chair and snake were there and why Harry was there. They were not amused, amused, shocked, suspicious and excited at once, and Harry was left wondering how they had managed to fit that much emotion in one face. He was still not sure. Than, Gaia appeared with a trunk.

( Hello Harry. We have placed your items in the trunk from the piece of paper you left. We also took the liberty of adding those things we thought you may need, but were not exactly in great supply. We also added some clothes and weapons of great variety, and our final gift is this.) Gaia held out a locket, with a snarling dragon, a hissing snake, a glowing unicorn, and a flaming phoenix all entwined around a flying Pegasus, with green gems for eyes. ( This is for protection. It will also store your magic, what you don't need, so you don't run out should there be fighting. It will burn when those who are a danger are near, and freeze when people are lying. This is our last gift. Walk through the shadows, and may you find the light. The Veil is open. Your family will choose their forms inside the torn Veil. Hurry! We cannot hold it for much longer.) Harry grabbed the shrunken trunk, placing it on a conjured chain around his neck, and hauled the three men through the fluttering Veil of Space and Time. He hugged Gaia, called out a thanks to the Fates, and was gone.

A/N: Alright. Now, please tell what Siri, Remy and Sev should be as Reverse Animagi, and what Harry's Animagi form should be.

Here are my thoughts:

Sirius – Dog (giant or large, Grim-like.), Canine of some description. Wolf.

Remus – Wolf, lupine of some description, large cat.

Severus – Thestral, something to do with death, raven.

I would prefer for Sirius to be a Dog ( His name does mean the Dog Star, and it would keep him IC.), Remus to be a Wolf ( Werewolf shaping his choice, again, more IC.) and Severus to be a Thestral ( Death related, can only be seen by those who have died, deceptive in their looks, protective. IC.). If you have a different opinion, please drop it in your Review, if you Review. If your argument is compelling enough, I may change it.

Next Time: Shinobi, Transformations, Hokages and Boys, Oh My!

Also, this has just been re-written. Have fun with the improved version!