Shinobi Among Wizards

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Prologue: A New Destiny


"Normal talking"

'Normal thinking'

"Demon talking/Someone pissed/Jutsu"

'Demon thinking'

"Gods talking"


A being walk down a path of blood and death, a battle between men and demons, the only survivor was a miraculously boy of 19, his mother and father were Kushina Uzumaki and Minato Namikaze, his name was Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze. The deity carefully pick up the young man "You once had a grand destiny but thing had change" The God look back at the once great village as it burn of black flames "But fate and destiny can change and there is more then one world, but which world to send you" as he said this hundreds of portals open to hundreds of different worlds "Let see, the bleach world… No I don't think so his a ninja not a samurai, the one piece world… Oh Hell No that world can not survive two super power all-you-can-eat idiots, let see… the Harry potter world… god their so alike it's also scarier."

The God look similar, Harry James Potter and Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze.

both have marks on their faces, the scar on Harry's forehead and the whisker marks on Naruto.

Both look also just like they fathers but for the eyes, and had red-heard mothers.

Neither character enjoyed a particularly happy childhood, in large part due to the prejudice of those that misunderstood them.

Both were orphaned at infancy, and raised as unwanted children.

Both did not know why they were hated until later in life.

Both has two friends one girl one boy, a girl who displayed the most book smarts in the sechool, and has a crush/like the boy.

Both had a Prophecy made about them before they were born.

Both had a godfather that nothing know for most their life that then die about 3 years after they met.

Both had a grandfather figure (Sarutobi/Dumbledore) that die indirectly from destroying part of a villain's soul.

Both had a talk to they father and mother after they die.

Both had girls (Hinata/Ginny) that has a huge crush on they, and would freezes up and stammers when they sees them.

Both had villains (Orochimaru and Voldemort) that uses snakes, try to become immortality, has mark followers, and look like michael jackson.

Both go thought a 3 part test (Chuunin Exams/Triwizard Tournament) that is use to fostered friendship and goodwill.

Both has supernatural powers use to fight.

The God shook his head "let see before I send you let me make some changes, first the Kyuubi will be good, Harry will have Madara's Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan , and Naruto will have Sasuke's Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan and the Rinnegan. I will give them the ten rings of Akatsuki withthe powers of their users and the powers the the nine demons, let see anything else… Naruto sould be a year younger than Harry… Oh yes I'll take that piece of Voldemort soul, and lastly changes so a few can have their memories."

The God lay down the now baby Naruto next to Harry and disappeared from the world.

The next moment the large form of Rubeus Hagrid slowly made his way though the ruined house to the two boy and carefully pick them up, as he made his way another man appeared this was Sirius Black who look awful.

"Hagrid...Give Naruto and Harry to me." When the large man shook his head no, Sirius tried again, "Hagrid, I'm their godfather, I'll look after them-"

"No, Dumbledore said they are to go to they're aunt and uncle. I'm to take them there immediately."

"But they're muggles, they hate magic. I'll take care of Harry and Naruto they'll get everything they needs. Just hand them here." Sirius said but Hagrid shook his head again

"No. Albus is trustin' me to get the them to they family."

Sirius sigh knowing there was nothing he could do now "Fine go ahead and use my motorbike I wouldn't be needing it" Hagrid nodded and left.

An hour latter a low rumbling sound had broken the silence around number four's privet drive. It grew steadily louder as two people at were standing out in the road, the fist was a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses. She was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun, her name was Minerva McGonagall.

The second one was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the sliver of his hair and beard, whcih were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.

This man's name was Albus Dumbledore, the witch and wizard looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight, it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky - and a huge motrcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. Young Sirius Black lent it to me."

"I've got him, sir"

"No problems, were there?"

"No, sir - house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' round. Harry fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol" Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a two baby boy, one fast asleep, the other looked out with crystal blue eyes that seen to glow. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over Harry's forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

"Is that where -?" whispered Professor McGonagall.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He'll have the scar forever."

"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"

"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground."

"Well - give him here, Hagrid we'd better get this over with." Dumbledore said as he took little Harry and Naruto in his arms and turned towards the Dursleys' house. "Could I-could I say goodbye to them, sir?" asked Hagrid.

He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and Naruto and gave what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "you'll wake the Muggles!"

"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it-Lily an' James dead-an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles-"

"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm a Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry and Naruto gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundles, Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously and the twinkling light that usually shone in Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out. "Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night Professor McGongall, Professor Dumbledore, sir"

Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorbike and kicked the engine into life, with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night. "I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her.

Professor McGonagall blew he nose in reply. Dumbledore walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the two bundle of blankets on the step of Number Four. A breeze ruffled the hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen.

Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken up in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, not that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley, not knowing he and the boy next to him would be a brother to him in everything but blood, not knowing that they would change the wizarding world... he couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!"