Shiro-fukurō Harii
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto.
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Author's Notes: New prompts for HP/Naruto crossovers are on my profile
Back History- Hogwarts started at age 9, so the war Harry Potter fought in happened earlier. Events played out that Bill Weasley tutored Harry in runes and by the end of the war could be considered as experienced in runes as Bill, but Harry still has a long way to go before becoming a rune master. In his time running around with Hermione and Ron to destroy Horcruxes, they run into a perceptive muggle. (The 'muggle' had been a wizard, but had lost his magic in his youth. So he knew spells and about the magically world but had to learn to adapt to the muggle world). The muggle taught them the basics of meditation and hand-to-hand combat. The yoga meditation was far more effective for Harry to learn occulmacy (Snape's lessons' had shredded his shields) and when Harry realizes this, he focused mainly on yoga or active meditation. Ron and Hermione focused their time more on hand-to-hand combat. The Wizarding war ended a year or two sooner than it does in canon.
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Harry is very much human and not all-powerful. There was no special power in the 'Master of Death' legend. In this author/reader's opinion, the best movies or books have flawed characters that don't automatically win or lose.
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Sick of the wizarding world's blase attitude to everything and tired of being 'controlled' or manipulated, Harry moves to Konoha when he is 15 (right after he took his OWLs) once the war is over. He mainly only uses wandless (a talent he hid from both his allies and enemies as he developed it) or runic magic. Controlled wandless magic had been boosted with meditation. Naruto is around 10, two years from graduation.
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Chapter 1: Moving into Konoha
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Someone had moved into the apartment across the hallway. A foreigner. Young Naruto shrugged as he opened the door to his living space. They would know of his reputation soon enough, so why bother introducing himself. Hopefully they wouldn't cause him much trouble.
Yet two mornings later as Naruto left in a rush to get to the Shinobi Academy, he almost knocked someone standing in front of his door over. To this day, no one had ever come to his door with peaceful intentions. (Shinobi or Ninjas tended to use the windows). So when Naruto geared himself up for a fight, he blinked when a white bag was pushed into his hands.
"Good morning." The stranger said. Naruto was left a little stumped. He couldn't recall anyone besides Jiji wishing him a good morning.
"Who are you?" Uzumaki Naruto boldly stared at the green-eyed, raven-haired foreigner who didn't appear that much older than Naruto.
"Shiro-fukurō Hari. What is your name?"
"Uzumaki Naruto! And I am going to be Hokage!"
Hari's lips twitched in amusement, "Alright."
Naruto stopped and inspected the stranger further. There was no hint of any mocking scorn or doubt in the older boy's shadowed green eyes. Did all higher level shinobi have those eyes? Was Hari a jounin? Naruto's blue eyes darted to the white bag in his hand.
"It's just some bread. I made a bit too much." Hari explained softly. Naruto struggled to react. This stranger with the shadows of a shinobi was more open than he would have expected if this was an attempt to poison Naruto. Confused, suspicious, and ever hopeful, Naruto found himself as a loss at words as White Owl Needle- (and what kind of name was needle?) flattened his bangs and continued speaking, "See you around then? Hope your day goes well." Before the hyper ninja-to-be could recover, Hari had disappeared and then Naruto remembered that he was late to class.
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Hari, formerly known as Harry Potter, had settled into Konoha with little fuss. Hari had been wary of the run down reddish apartment building, not because of any threat or faulty worn down walls, but because of the landlord. The landlord could have been a problem, as he seemed intrusive and greedy, but Hari had experience in dealing with money-grabbers. In the end, Hari bought a cheap apartment, one that needed some remodeling, but with Hari's skills wouldn't take that much to fix.
On his second day in Konoha, Hari emerged from his apartment, hands stained with ink. Hari proceeded to casually inspect the rest of the building, locked doors unlocking with the flick of a finger. After a quick inspection, he relocked them with another slight hand movement. As Hari had suspected, most of the apartments were empty. Only one, other than his own, was occupied. Hari descended into the basement and strengthened the foundations of the building with ink that glowed before fading or more accurately sinking into invisibility. Around lunchtime, Hari strolled outside. After a few turns and twists, Hari twitched as he realized he didn't know which way to go. Pretending he wasn't lost (really he wasn't!), Hari took a longer walk. Eventually, after finding several dead ends, Hari asked a local citizen where the market was. At the market, Hari bought fresh groceries and retraced his steps, finally making it back home to the apartment building. That's when he got a good look at his neighbor. An orange bullet sped past him, making Hari blink in surprise before shrugging. A human orange bullet was hardly the strangest sight he had ever seen, even if that shade of orange was a step away from being part of Dumbledore-styled wardrobe. Hari lifted an eyebrow when he passed by the shouting landlord arguing with the short orange person. His neighbor was even younger than he was. Maybe there was someone else living with the yellow haired child, but Hari doubted it.
Unable to sleep after a vivid nightmare, Hari stretched before meandering into his kitchen. Before long, Hari had several different types of loaves, including banana and zucchini bread. Extending, his senses, Hari was not surprised to find someone keeping an eye on his location. This was a ninja village after all and foreigners were likely all put under watch. Not to mention, not many people wake around one or two in the morning and make several sweet breads when they can't sleep. Putting the last batch in the oven, Hari grinned sheepishly at the army of loaves. At this rate, the ninja probably thought he was a misplaced baker. Not that Hari really cared about anyone else's opinion, but Hari did need to do something with all the baked goods. After the childhood he had, and then the war... Hari usually couldn't stomach more food than a few mouthfuls per meal. One loaf would last a week or so, but he had too much! If he really wanted, he could build a bakery. But that was too much work than Hari wanted to do even if baking was another calming activity. He didn't want to interact with people too much, as he was afraid of becoming attached or being reminded of the people he had killed in his war or even reminded of the friends who were still alive. Shaking the unpleasant thoughts away and increasing his mind barriers, Hari huffed, hmm...
Hari thought back over his memories of his first two days in Konoha. The only ninja's Hari had met so far were the gate guards. Hari wondered if they'd even accept the loaves. Despite their cheerful demeanor, they had the potential to be as paranoid than Moody. Then there was the orange, yellow-haired loudmouth who had been yelling at the landlord. The younger boy acted a lot like Ron used to, but Hari needed more observation to come to a conclusion of his neighbor's true character. Hari could give some to the boy, but who else? The fifteen year old paced before stopping, enlightenment having brightened his smile the tiniest bit, before scowling. Konoha was a ninja village, part of the fighting lifestyle of ninja created orphans. If he couldn't find the orphanage, he could just feed the birds. At least then his bread wouldn't spoil. (Not that Hari would let it- he was a wizard who dabbled in runic magic, his bread could be served ten years from today still freshly baked. And Hari already had a supply of emergency food). Conjuring a white bag, Hari packed up five of the sweet breads for his neighbor before he repeating the process for the orphanage.
Hari wondered if his neighbor was an orphan. If he really had been living in the other apartment for a while, it would explain the loudmouth's lack of cooking skills and the scattered trash. It was either that or his parents were on a mission for the leader of the village and the other boy just really liked ramen. Looking out the window, it was hard to miss how dark and still the night was. As he really didn't want to sleep and see the horrors of his past, Hari sat down in a meditative pose.
The dark-haired teenager slowly opened his brilliantly green eyes to spot the pre-dawn sky. Hari sat on the windowsill to watch. The stars began to fade as the light grew stronger, colors painting the horizon like heralds of the arising sun. It amazed him that it had already been almost a year since the last battle of the wizarding war. And it was several months since he had left Britain behind for this hidden and forgotten dimension. Hari had yet to regret the move. No one here knew Shiro-fukurō Hari as Harry Potter, 'Boy-Who-Lived' (twice) or the 'Man-Who-Conquered'. Hari made a face as he remembered those titles that had haunted his footsteps in the wizarding world. As Hari, he could choose to be helpful and good rather than be manipulated into it, given no choice. His favorite part about being Hari, was that he was finally free of the Dursleys. As Hari, Harry was free, freer than he had ever been since before his parents had died. Maybe not even then as certain factions had either been focused on killing him or figuring out if he was the 'child of prophesy'. Hari scoffed. Just because he defeated Voldemort, didn't mean he was a hero of legends or would continue to put up with the Wizarding's World lack of sense and fickle feelings. Honestly, most of his 'allies' were backstabbing traitors. At least most of his enemies were honest abut their desire to kill him. As long as his past didn't... wait, Hari didn't finish that thought. With his luck, something would happen even if he just thought about it despite all his precautions.
Emitting a wandless pulse of magic, Hari identified a couple of new observers. They must have switched shifts while he was meditating. Hari grabbed one of the white bags of bread out of a cupboard and left the room. Maybe his neighbor was still at home. Approaching the only other occupied apartment in the building, hearing someone running around on the other side of the door, Hari stepped up to knock. But before he could knock, the door slammed open. Hari took a wary step backwards as the orange bullet exited his apartment at a near run and skidded to a stop in front of him. Did the kid never slow down? Just in case, Hari handed the white bag over before the humanized orange bullet could take off.
"Good morning." Hari mumbled quietly.
"Who are you?" The orange bullet hollered, blue eyes glinting in determination and a tiny amount of confusion.
"Shiro-fukurō Hari. What is your name?"
"Uzumaki Naruto! And I am going to be Hokage!"
Hari's lips twitched in amusement, "Alright."
The boy peered up at him, even squinting a little, before looking away to the white bag in Naruto's hand.
"It's just some bread. I made a bit too much." Hari explained, taking the time to examine the yellow haired boy. As Naruto's wary blue eyes met Hari's green eyes, the foreigner realized Naruto's body language looked a bit too familiar. Hadn't Hari himself reacted the same way the first times he ever received a bit of kindness? Hari flattened his bangs nervously, "See you around then? Hope your day goes well." Hari retreated back into his apartment before Naruto could say anything.