Xyru's plotbunny reserve.

A.N.:Greetings.

As you might have guessed by the title, this will not be a fic but a pile of first chapter that are either bothering me or that pointed their head without interesting me enough for me to actually write more about them.

Fell free to adopt them. Just tell me so I can see, and read, what you make of those.

You know, 'Redde caesari quae sunt caesaris'.

…..Kinda...

Anyway, for those who read my other story...hum... well I'll probably be late with my update considering I want to get those out of the way.

Also this 'reserve' is in the Harry Potter/ Naruto crossover because it's mostly going to be about those two universe...

There probably won't be any crossover between those two though...

Hum...well... here's the first one.

Have fun... or try to...

Here it goes:

He couldn't breathe...

'It hurt... Why does it hurt. Why am I always getting hurt... Why don't I have a mommy or a daddy to help me... Why am I alone'

Those were the thought of one Harry James Potter, age six, as his uncle strangled him.

One may be wondering, why was his uncle strangling him?

The answer was as simple as it was chilling.

Because he could.

Vernon Dursley was a bully and his target of predilection, which soon became his only target, was Harry.

The reason being that the boy was magical and that Vernon hated anything that was abnormal.

And now Harry had tried to get a bit more to eat.

So naturally he had to be punished...

However, as the man keep trying to, kill his nephew, there was a pulse coming from the boy, making every shadow shiver.

And then, from the obese man's shadow, an hand of darkness started to rise reaching the man fat neck before he could react.

"Wait, what are you do -SNAP-" And Vernon's body hit the ground.

There was silence... Petunia and her son unable to process a word and the only magical child watching the corpse in shock.

Then, slowly, even as his shadow raised from the ground, taking a female form, the form of Harry's imaginary perfect Mother, the young wizard turned to the other two.

" Aunt Petunia..." The woman looked at the child who's head was held low.

"Are you sacred of darkness?" He was grinning as he asked that, his 'Mother' grinning too, showing razor-sharp teeth.

Dudley and his mother had no chance as tendrils coming from their own shadow impaled them.

Harry turned to his shadow and collapsed in her arms completely exhausted. She took him to his cupboard so he could rest before she went back to her usual place.

After a week, the neighbor finally called the police mainly because of the smell.

Once there, the policeman found the corpse having numerous bite mark with most of the flesh missing along with each hearts...

He threw up.

Only when Arabella Figg asked about Harry was he found in the cupboard, still sleeping.

The case was labeled as a crazy cult sacrifice, the policeman thinking that the cult member had not found Harry and that he was lucky...

They did wonder why he was in the cupboard and when they got their answer (It is my room), the

people suddenly lost any pity they had for the Dursley.

Harry was sent to an orphanage, and the case was never closed.

For the next few years of his life, Harry was alone, training in his abilities, trying not to kill anyone.

His only 'friends' were creatures of darkness born from the hearts of his relatives.

He liked to call them 'Heartless'... Such an ironic name.

He also got trained in the arts of the flesh by one of the matron, a thirty years old woman who liked her men younger than her. Way younger.

So it was a perverted, sadistic almost eleven years old who got a letter of acceptance to Hogwarts school of Wichtcraft and Wizardry.

His grin would have terrified anyone seeing it. Especially considering his teeth had changed to match those of his 'Mother'.

After a visit to Diagon Alley for most of his school needs (and to get high priced robe, a psychotic perverted killer he may be, but he still wanted to look good.), he did a visit to Knockturn for a wand.

The one he got was perfect, eleven inches, ebony and thestrall heartstring.

He did not really needed a pet so he got none.

He just stole the heart of a few creature to see what kind of 'friend' (read Heartless) he could get...

And it was the boring train ride, he was alone in his compartment grinning to himself in anticipation.

He did not realize, nor did he care, that his grin was the reason he was alone. A few children had looked inside, saw him, his hair long enough to reach his mouth hiding just slightly the grin. Had found the scene uneasy at best and terrifying for most, and had turned tail to find somewhere else to sit.

Then there was the half giant Hagrid who waved at a girl a few meters on his left, and whom Harry thought would make a wonderful 'friend'.

During the boat ride, his future classmates were sending him strange look, as if he was about to jump on them to tear their flesh of their bone using only his teeth.

Or perhaps that was just his imagination...

Then there was the ghosts that did not interest him at all.

Though it was amusing how they wouldn't come near him...

And then the sorting, where Harry waited, bored as hell...

Until finally.

"Potter, Harry"

immediately people started to talk, gaining a raised eyebrow out of him.

"Potter? You mean as in..."

"...-Who-Lived...?"

He put on the Hat and the last thing he saw was the girl who Hagrid was waving at looking at him with a curious and, for some reason, apprehensive expression.

'Oh interesting mister Potter, I have not had a mind so dark since a long time... Now where to put you? Huffelpuff is out, you would probably cause a genocide in Slytherin,... you do not seem to care for knowledge and as for... you are not courageous, no, this is insanity I see here... So I guess the choice is yours... Very well then it should be...'

As the hat cried out the name, Harry replaced it on the stool and started to walk in the table's direction.

He stopped when McGonagall called the next name.

"Potter, Rose."

The table once more erupted in whispering, everyone speaking of the Girl-Who-Lived.

But then it was silence again as Harry was just in front of the girl.

"Good evening." He said with a small smile.

"Hello brother..." She had to look up slightly to speak to him and while she was looking in his eyes, she still saw his smile widened at that bit of info.

He moved slightly so his head was by hers, his mouth just at hear level for her.

"Say, sister, who's idea was it to send me away?" He whispered.

"It was Dumbledore, but I thought you knew... He said you were safe, that it was important to better protect us..." She replied in the same, if surprised, tone.

He chuckled, and kissing her cheek, turned around with a few parting words.

"We'll have to talk later, my dear Rose. Siblings should have long conversation..." He then went to his table leaving her blushing slightly.

'She definitely is cute, I wonder, should I taste the forbidden fruit with my own sister.' This thought got him to chuckle.

'Nevertheless, this is going to be amusing...'

About:

I don't remember when I had this idea but it wouldn't stop bothering me... So here, I wrote something about it.

So, Harry is completely insane, perverted, sadistic and with control over shadows and darkness.

The Heartless come from the Kingdom Hearts franchise. I do not own it.

I really liked this idea but I do not know what to do with it. If anyone's interested, fell free to adopt it.

As said before, I just want to know if you do...

Thanks.