AN: I don't own Naruto or Harry Potter.
Sneering, Charles Avery turned his eyes at the sight of his Lord torturing Lestrange, it wasn't the first time the boy had failed and it wouldn't be the last.
'Of course, Lestrange would fuck things up.' he mentally berated. His magic beginning to buzz slightly as each curse found home.
Riddle stood in the centre of their secret meeting place, knights formed in a semi circle around him leering at the crumpled boy in the middle of them, the result of a task gone wrong.
The screams echoed but his Lords amusement echoed louder still. 'I expect to have information on what happened to Ravenclaws Diadem the next time we meet. Do not fail me again.'
Avery dimly noted the boys simpering and promises of success to his lord, attention more caught on the way his magic seemed to be buzzing more and more.
Slightly panicked he didn't notice as Lestrange got back up on shaky knees and joined the rest of them, nor did he notice as Tom directed his attention to him.
'As Lestrange has once again proved his incompetence, you shall assist him in his task Avery'
... His head was dizzy and his eyes...
'Avery.. you will listen when I speak!' Tom's eyes flashed red, wand raised and poised punishment. Charles said nothing. 'AVERY!'
His magic would not stop buzzing! Suddenly collapsing to his knees, he clamped his hands over his eyes to try and dull the pain as they started to buzz and feel as though they were peeling away from themselves. His incoherent thoughts jumbled as his own magic and life became blurred. Body on fire.
His fellow knights backed away from him, muttering that he'd gone mad. Tom slashed his wand down and released Crucio, the red flecks in his eyes staining brown.
Before the curse even reached him Avery wailed out a piercing scream.
Red met red. The curse slammed into the back wall ripping stone from stone, Avery was gone.
He watched the chaos form around the children below him. Looking down at himself he cursed his luck, clearly, this was not his own body nor was this his
peaceful death. Chakra buzzing with new life, a similar energy brushed against it and whilst similar he realised that something about it felt wrong.
Uchiha Itachi sighed, clearly he still had a role to play but first he had to find out where he was.
'As long as I have no little brothers here..' he murmured, Sharingan blazing he jumped down from the rafters to meet his fate.
AN: Hi! This is just me being bored and wanting to see a plot where young Volde and ninja potentially collide, encountering Chakra/ninja badassery. If you've read it I hope you enjoyed it!