Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I don't own Naruto. But what I do own is the idea for this fanfiction :D

A/N: Hello This is Rainbow Ichi! I haven't written any fics in a while, although it seems I'm still a very avid fan of reading fanfiction.

Recently with the organization of the Crossovers Section in I've been browsing around it and enjoyed very greatly Harry Potter Crossovers. Moreso with NarutoxHarry Potter Crossovers, and soon after weeks of reading a lot of good ones, a story was coming into mind.

I jotted the main ideas on a piece of paper and decided to work on it when I get the time. Well now, I have some time to work on at least one chapter. Lets cross our fingers that I did not get too rusty in writing a fanfiction. Hope you like it :D

P.S. I'm going to be a little off-canon with most of details about both worlds because I don't remember too much after I've read all the HP books, and some of the Naruto books. Of course there will be a handful of spoilers for those who are not up to date with the stories.

Please don't blame me. There, I warned you xP

Severing Ties

Chapter 1

Dawn seemed to have finally kissed the horizon on a beautiful Scotland moor, yet everything seemed quiet. No sound of the whistling wind nor the chirp of the birds. All attention seemd to be focused on what looked like a castle atop a mountain. This curious building was emanating power, for this was no ordinary castle. It is none other then the famous Hogwarts Castle. Within its walls at this very moment were signs of an ending battle. Its present inhabitants, the students and faculty and some who had arrived in time to aid them fend off servants of a sadistic Dark Lord whose intention is to take over the said structure. Obviously, it seems its occupants shall have none of it.

Inside the Great Hall, we see several furious jets of light missing targets and hear loud crashes, bangs, and screams within this deadly scuffle to take over the building, and farther across the hall a young man and the Dark Lord himself were in an intense duel. Finally a bright jet of green light was heading towards its target, until it rebounded from the young man and returned to the caster, the one self-proclaimed Voldemort. This all occured in the blink of an eye and finally the Dark One crumpled in front of the young man, eyes blankly staring at nothing, body just as lifeless. Tom Marvolo Riddle was at last, dead.

The young man, presumably the one prophesized to defeat the Dark Lord, was one very exhausted Harry Potter. He fell on his knees and finally let go a breath he didn't know he was holding. 'It is done.' he mumbled, looking across the floor looking at the lying form of the man who attempted to kill him several times. Gathering his remaining thoughts and finding the strength to stand up once more, walked over, took the wand of his enemy and carefully examined the Elder Wand. He then pointed that wand on his throat and casted a spell, amplifying the volume of his voice. He triumphantly shouted "The Dark Lord has been defeated, throw down your wands and your lives will be spared."

Overhearing of what had become of their master, many had began to flee, loyalists continued on, and the remainder that was smart enough to know when to throw down their weapons, did so. Soon, the ones protecting the fortress caught on with the situation and began to handle their struggle with renewed vigor and slowly overcame the invaders. Harry, together with his close members in Dumbledore's Army, namely Ronald Weasly, Ginevra Weasley, George Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood assisted in driving off the dementors that were left behind. Their nights of practice paid off as they swiftly handled the situation. In an organized fashion, they divided the responsibilities and took to their jobs. Hermione and Ron took over ensuring the captives were wandless, bound and secured. Neville, Luna and Ginny were to handle the injured, ordering those who offered help to move the most damaged into the infimary with Madame Pomfrey. Harry and George Weasley were to ensure the perimeter of Hogwarts castle with the rest of the able-bodied students.

Eventually, more help arrived in different forms. Some willing centaurs aided most of those still left with cuts, scars, gashes and other non-magical injuries with their knowledge of their natural healing ointments. House-elves made light food to restore everyone's strength and supplying everyone what was needed from the castle. Kingsley Shacklebolt, serving as the de facto Minister of Magic was able to acquire some volunteers soon after the battle to spread the news and to request additional able-bodied wizards and witches who were willing to aid the rest of the inhabitants of the castle.

By the time it was evening, most of them have eventually settled down. Word had been spread, and it rapidly spread througout the Wizarding World like lightning. Those who were reading the Daily Prophet rejoiced, and there was celebration everywhere. The people were dancing in the streets retelling their latest gossip out loud. The poor muggles could not make anything of it and were just simply puzzled. And then not only that, congratulatory owls were sent as thanks to the Boy-Who-Lived.

One musn't forget about those who have fought bravely against this war, and in four day's time a mass funeral was held open to the Wizarding World. Those whose bodies were found were properly laid to rest, those who weren't, had their names carved into a tall stone, which had replaced the central fountain of the Ministry of Magic office. Flocks of people visited to see off their dearly departed, cryings and sobs can be heard around, the monument acquiring several floral gifts and enchanted floating candles.

Not long after this, a somber dinner was held in the field outside of what remains to be the home of the Weasleys, called the Burrow. Friends and Family alike, eating under the stars. What broke the mood was that George had charmed a silver flute to play one of the twin's favorite tune, the Magic Flute. After that people had loosened up and begun cheerful conversations.

"So Harry, what are you going to do now that you've gotten your freedom back?" asked Luna Lovegood who was sporting a blue dress, and was wearing some strange-looking bracelets on her right wrist.

Given the difficult question, Harry paused for a moment to think. There are so many things he'd like to do now that Voldemort is no longer around to chase him. He could finish his studies for starters, he'd always wanted to become an Auror. He would like to visit his parent's graves again. Traveling free would be a nice change then traveling covertly. So many options. "Hmmm" Harry mused. Perhaps it would be best to start by fixing things. "I think I'll be helping out rebuild the Burrow first and foremost." he tilted his head to the direction of the said house behind him. "I am most willing to help fix and fund this place. It was like a home to me."

"Harry dear you needn't -" Mrs Weasley began but was suddenly cut off by Hermione.

"An exellent idea Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. " I'm more then willing to assist as well. Everyone needs a place to stay, its one common necessity."

" Mum, we desperately need a Home you know." Ron pointed out.

" That's true Mum, we can't let Ronnie here stay at my place for long, He'll ruin my business." George gave a mischievious look at his younger sibling.

" It takes a Family to call a House, Home." Luna nodded sagely.

" I agree with her too Mum. And what's better is that we can make it bigger and better!" added Ginny.

" You'll be definitely be needing all the help you can get mum, we've got a bigger family now. I'll stay for a bit too, but I have to head back to Romania soon. You will be needing their help." insisted Charlie.

" I won't be able to help sadly, there are plenty of matters to arrange back at the ministry." Percy apologized sheepishly and did not recognize rolling eyes from his statement.

" Likewise, me and Fleur cannot stay for long. Its a good time as ever to think about our future." said Bill before he took another forkful of steak from his plate.

Fleur's eyes began to spread wider at that comment, gently took her husband's arm and leant on his chest. " Zat would be wonderful."

"The honeymoon never ends eh?" George elbowed his older brother with pride.

" ...I suppose so." eventually came out from Mr Weasley's mouth.

" And you supposed as well to want to have a larger portion of your shed to keep all those muggle trinkets you seem to come home with a lot."

"That's not what I meant!"

" I know you very well Arthur Weasley." the children cringed, they know that posture anywhere. No one argues with Mrs. Weasley when both her arms are on her hips. " I don't suppose a larger bedroom would be in order for everyone else as well?"

Everyone gaped at her. And after that second of silence, realization dawned upon them and an explosion of cheers and yay's ocurred at the table. It was a wonderful night to be alive, and within hours later everyone took to their beds inside their tents with newfound determination.

The reconstruction of the Burrow was in progress. As a daily routine, plans were done over breakfast. Harry and George helped with purchasing new lumber and with the rest of the boys worked on the place from the ground up. They temporarily moved their ghoul into the detached old shed where Mr. Weasly hid his muggle artefacts. Mrs Weasley, Ginny and sometimes Luna were to see over the nourishment and refreshment the men needed throughought the day. Hermione was assisting in the floor plans as well as ensuring the structure was secure with additional charms and enchantments while referencing the book she purchased about magical homes. Neville would come by as often as he could during his free time from studying Advanced Herbology.

Within a week the first floor of the Burrow was done with a functional kitchen and a living room with a fireplace. They were enjoying their first ever sumptuous feast when an owl arrived. It was a letter from Hogwart's new Headmistress Minerva McGonagall to Harry. Curious as to what it would contain, he ripped it open and read its contents. Apprently it seemed like good news as his expression moved from curiousity into a wide grin.

" What is it Harry?" Ron craned his neck from the other side of the table, anticipating that he would share it to the rest.

" Its an offer to complete our studies." he said out loud, getting all excited. " We can catch up with the next school year!"

" But thats in four weeks! What about reconstructing the Burrow?" Hermione reasoned.

Mr and Mrs Weasley looked at each other and then at the three. " If its for the best, I'm sure we can manage fine, I'm sure George will have no qualms about it. Right George?"

" Right. You'll be needing your education else you wouldn't be able to find a suitable job profession." he nodded.

" Can I still come back here during the holidays?"

" You know the answer to that mate! We're your family, of course you're welcome during the holidays!" his best friend gave him an open arm guesture.

" This is great! Will the both of you still interested in studying with me?"

" Sure will." Ron assured him.

" As will I." Hermione's eyes showed enthusiasm. She can't wait to learn more about Magic and the Wizarding World. It wouldn't hurt to gain further knowledge and advance page 6th Year education.

"Then it is settled. I'm replying as soon as I can." Harry grinned. It will be just like the old times, and together with his best friends, it makes taking NEWTs easier then he had imagined it to be.

"I'm happy for all of you. This entitles as a toast." Mr Weasly raised a mug. "To our Future!"

"To our Future!" repeated by the rest of the crew.

A week later you will find members of Dumbledore's Army enjoying a light lunch at the Leaky Cauldron. Hermione seemd to have set this up, as everyone recognizes each other as comrade in arms. Here you see the usual three with Neville, Luna, Ginny and George. Everyone seemed to turn their attention back to her after they have recieved their orders. They all wanted to know what was this meeting about. Eventually heads turned to face the bushy haired female.

"The reason for this gathering is simple." Hermione's fingertips on her hands touched together in a form of a habit she had recently started whenever she was in deep thought. "We are the known active members left of Dumbledore's Army. This group may have just been meant for us to learn self-defense, but as we worked with Harry through those tough times, we have also strengthened our bonds of friendship together."

Heads nodded in reminiscence. So did the others.

"But, let us not let our guards down." The bushy haired woman frowned. " In remembrance of Moody, I would like to remind all of you of what we have accomplished. We have survived through plenty of endeavors. I wouldn't want any of you to get rusty. We have to keep sharp, vigilant...and informed" she paused. "I would like to keep Dumbledore's Army alive. In deciding so, I have developed an slightly more advanced version of the Protean Charm." From beneath the table Hermione brought out a small chest and opened it. Inside were gemmed lockets. "These are all-way communication necklaces. It can send a short message to all who wear any from this set."

"A brilliant invention Hermione." commented George as he leaned forward to examine the items.

"Bloody Hell, you've done it." Ron ogled as George took out a couple from the box and into the table.

"There's more to it, isn't it?" queried Luna.

"Yes, I've also prepared a canister of Recognition Potion."

"You're thinking of that?" Neville piped up.

"Yes, it will become your personal artefact." Hermione added.

"Let's do it!" Ginny consented and faced Harry. "What's your take on this idea?"

"I'm all for it, It's a wonderful Idea." smiled the raven-haired lad.

"Then its settled" she scanned the table, taking in the faces of the seated. Once she felt satisfied with it, she raised her goblet. "A toast then. For the future of Dumbledore's Army."

"To Dumbledore's Army," the rest reciprocated her raising with their own with a gentle clinking of metal.

Its short. I'm never for long pages sadly. I prefer to get my ideas across and get it over with. Hopefully better grammar then my past fics, and perk interest with the fanfiction community.

Rainbow Ichi