A/N: Hi people! Yes, this is a Naruto/Harry Potter crossover. However, this is set summer after 5th year, a bit later than most of the the crossovers I've already read. So please, read and enjoy! Don't forget to leave me a review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto. I just own the plot.
A relatively small, scrawny teenage boy crouched in the bushes at the end of Wisteria Walk. He was currently in hiding from the neighborhood bullies, the leader of whom happened to be his older cousin Dudley. Mind you, very few other people saw his point of view. His Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon routinely informed the other inhabitants of Little Whinging that their nephew attended St. Brutus' Center for Incurably Criminal Boys.
Who was this poor boy? He was none other than Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World. Right now, though, he felt less like a savior and more like an overused punching bag. Oh wait, that's what he was to his relatives. His back throbbed from the latest punishment from his relatives, coupled with defending young Mark Evans from the neighborhood pigs – er, spineless sacks of flesh – that is to say, Dudley and his groupies.
In addition to the Relatives-From-Hell, Harry was also on the watch for certain visitors. He wondered what happened to the guard Dumbledore had assigned to control – no, protect – him. However, given that the Order had asked him to write every three days, he realized they probably weren't watching him every hour of the day.
Bugger. The one summer he might actually need their sodding protection, the Order of the Flaming Turkey decide to leave him to his own devices. Useless fools. Voldemort could come strolling down the street and then what? Oh, that's right, because of the drunken ravings of one demented seer, he was going to kill Voldemort.
Yes, him. The soon-to-be sixteen year-old who hadn't even known about his destiny until a few weeks ago. The one who'd received no extra training before facing off against a psychotic reborn octogenarian who'd practically memorized the entire Hogwarts library. You'd be forgiven for thinking there was no possible way in Heaven, Hell, or between that he could pull such a thing off, because he thought so, too.
Harry stepped out of the bushes after he was sure that his tormentors were nowhere to be seen. His muscles protested the movement vehemently, but he ignored them. He couldn't go back to Mini-Azkaban (that is, Number Four Privet Drive) as his Aunt and Uncle were out of town and had locked him out of the house. Perfect opportunity for the enemy to strike, no?
Fate apparently thought so. A black dagger sailed through the air and into Harry's back. Or it would have, if it weren't for the fact that there was a log in Harry's place. Instead, Harry pressed a similar dagger into his attacker's jugular vein.
"Who are you?" he hissed.
"I see you haven't lost your touch. Don't remember me, Harry-kun? I'm hurt," the person replied.
Harry whirled around. Metal met metal and reflexes Harry had barely used in the past five years sprang back to life. Thrust. Duck. Block.
"Your taijutsu's as good as it was five years ago, Harry-kun. I'm glad you haven't forgotten Orochimaru-sama's teachings."
Harry snarled and dodged a hand covered in a light blue glow. He needed to move this to the park, or better yet, the woods. It wouldn't do to fight out in the open and wreck all these lovely houses. Sunlight glinted off round glasses. That, coupled with the clang of metal striking metal, was the only indication that two people were fighting in the street. As it were, Harry was carefully maneuvering the fight closer to the trees.
"I must commend you on your excellent taijutsu. But how is your ninjutsu? Kage Bunshin no Jutsu!"
Harry's assailant made rapid hand gestures, and five clones of him appeared. Harry cursed violently. Damn the Trace and the Restrictions on Underage Magic! He dropped back into a defensive stance. This was going to be hell. Five hands glowing blue raced towards him. He couldn't dodge them all. He began to duck down when he remembered one of his attacker's favorite methods. Oh shit…
"Doton: Shinjuu Zanshu no Jutsu!"
Two glowing blue hands reached up out of the ground… and Harry disappeared. Seven hands connected with a thick branch. From his vantage point in the tree, Harry taunted, "Is that the best you've got, teme?"
His attacker smiled, eyes growing colder.
"Not at all, Harry-kun. However, you have yet to show me any of your jutsus. Surely, you haven't forgotten them?"
Harry calmly showed both middle fingers to his opponent before leaping off the branch. He sped downward, his fist connecting solidly with the other fighter's stomach. Harry's face twisted in anger, his eyes glowing dangerously. Blow after blow rained down on him.
"In'yu Shometsu!"
Damn. So much for physical wounds. He'd need to remember that one. Merlin knows it might be the only thing to pull him through the summer. His attacker, now fully healed, stood up, saying to Harry, "As impressive as your taijutsu is, without opening your chakra gates, you'll never be able to defeat me."
Harry scowled, because it was damn true.
Cursing himself, the gods, Merlin, and everything else in sight, Harry brought his hands together. Before this summer, he would never had considered what he was about to do. Well, he might have considered it, but he would never have gone through with it. However, his patience was pushed to the limit, and He. Was. Pissed.
"Katon: Karyu Endan!"
A great dragon of fire flew from Harry's mouth. His attacker, unprepared for the rapid change in tactics, barely managed to avoid being burnt to a crisp. As it were, Harry got the pleasure of seeing the left half of his assailant's body withered and charred. Putting his hands together once more, he prepared a final attack.
"Doton: Retsudotensho!"
The rocks around him, now under his control, attacked his enemy with brutal and unrelenting force. It must be noted that the technique he was using was not meant to be fueled by the amount of power Harry was putting into it. His enemy had no chance. Harry grabbed the barely conscious man and snarled, "You can tell your pedophilic sorry excuse for a shinobi master that my statement five years ago still stands. I. WILL. NOT. JOIN. HIM. Now, kindly crawl back to Lord Snake-face and leave me the hell alone."
Harry vanished from the forest.
A/N: Brownie points to you if you leave me a review. You get a free cookie if you can correctly guess Harry's attacker. Also, about the jutsus - if my descriptions of what they do don't suffice, please go look them up on Wikipedia or something.
