Ok, I know that I should be working on DPYKM and not another story, but I had a dream last night (technically this morning but whatever) and I really liked the idea presented so I decided to write this oneshot while it was still fresh in my mind.
Don't ask why it's a N/HP crossover, it kinda works and thats how it happened in my mind so thats how I'm going to write it. Also, I've never actually read the HP books (just seen the first movie) although from my recent addiction to HP crossovers I think that Harry should at least be slightly in character, just don't kill me if he isn't.
As always, all reviews are welcome and I definitely do not own either Naruto or Harry Potter, I'm just messing with their fictional minds.
And without further adieu, I present my first crossover of all time.
Alone
Harry watched as the strange Blonde began his work while they waited for the cookies(1) to bake, the blonde had said that they were good for calming nerves and raising spirits... or something like that. Harry had to admit that when he first saw the Blonde thread a needle and start to put it to his horrid orange jumpsuit that he was slightly worried that it would turn out to be a disaster and had offered his help; he had, after all, done chores like this many a time.
The blonde had just laughed and refused, saying that he would be fine.
Now, however, Harry just watched as the holes, cuts, and tears simply shrunk and vanished as the Blonde swiftly set his needle to them, Harry had to admire his sewing style, but occasionally the Blonde would miss where he aimed at and the needle would pierce one of his fingers. The Blonde, of course, would swear and simply lick the blood off the injured appendage before returning to his work.
Harry asked about who taught him how to sew.
The Blonde said that he saw a woman one night when he was a kid, he watched from outside the window.
Harry asked him who taught him how to bake.
The Blonde replied that he found a recipe book in the trash.
Harry then asked where his family was at those times.
The Blonde said he had none.
Shocked, Harry only sat back as the Blonde abruptly stood up and left the living room, stating that he needed to check the oven. Harry only nodded dumbly and let him pass.
Staring at the jumpsuit Harry realised the importance of a family, even if it was the Dursley's. That he at least had someone show him how to wash the clothes, tend to the garden, and sew and any other chore; even if it was because he was to be used as slave labour.
Harry then wondered about the Blonde's friends, couldn't they have helped him out? Or at least ask their parents? He didn't know if he could have survived if it wasn't for the Weasley's and their hospitality over the years, they made him laugh, cry and showed what it meant to have a loving family. What about people like them?
The Blonde then called out, saying that they were done. Harry walked into the kitchen.
The Blonde was right, even the smell of the chocolate chip cookies made him feel better.
Before he could forget, Harry asked the Blonde about his friends.
The Blonde grinned and told him that he had plenty.
Harry asked him about why they didn't help him as a kid.
The Blonde's grin faltered as he replied that things were different back then.
Harry asked him about now.
The Blonde sighed as he told Harry that they didn't think that he needed help.
Harry asked him why he didn't ask for help.
The Blonde replied that he was used to it by now.
Harry stopped asking questions.
He wasn't as alone as he thought he was.
And thats the end. Hope you liked it, I'm, pretty happy with it. I'd never really seen many of these types of fics and so I wrote one .
(1)- don't ask about the cookies, I don't really know. But that make me feel better!
And before I go I have one last thing left to say, don't forget the little button right below this in the middle. Just click it!