Hello Readers!

This story is going to be about Gaara, I don't believe there will be any pairings, set just after the fourth shinobi war and in book five of harry potter

I've been toying with this idea for a while now and decided that if I don't lose focus it will probably be a very long story. Only canon pairings probably or maybe none, I apologize for any OOC's that might occur, I will try to stick to the character as much as possible

I don't own Naruto or harry potter, only this plot.

(Gaara POV)

'Pain. Pain was all I felt. My skull was splitting and I was surrounded by nothingness, where was everyone? Where am I? Who am I? No. I remember. I am Gaara, yes, I am a Shinobi. What's a shinobi? No nevermind, I know now.'

"AAAAARRRGGGHHH"

'What's that sound? Oh yeah, that's me. Why am I yelling? The pain of course the pain it's never ending. Round, and round, and round, and round, and round, and rou-what's that light up ahead? Why are my eyes closed? Are they closed? Where'd the battle go? What battle? We won, didn't we? That's why I feel pain right? Wait- where did the pain go? Am I floating? What is this?'

And then the darkness enveloped me once again.

(Sirius POV)

Everything was fine until the random boy fell through the roof and landed on the table in the middle of an Order meeting. I mean even Snivelus had been remotely helpful and less annoying today; but no, this teenager just had to crash onto the table.

(Flashback)

"Severus, you need to find out when the Dark Lord is going to make a move on the prophecy, it is vital that you do so."

"Of course headmaster"

Severus left the room

"Now we need to discuss what we are going to tell Harry." I stated

"Sirius we've already discussed this, yes the boy does have a right to know, but does he need to know is the question, he would just run in recklessly as it stands, I do not believe it to be a good idea to tell him as of right now."

I frowned at the head masters stubbornness.

"I know you mean well headmaster but I truly believe-

A loud banging sound startled everyone, I looked up to see a swirling hole appear above the table, not two seconds later a ragged body fell out of it. The person landed to the side of me their head slamming onto the table no doubt giving them a concussion.

I got out from my chair and bent over the body, I could tell that it was a boy around 16, he had dark red hair and a weird scar/tattoo combination on his forehead. He had dark rings around his eyes from lack of sleep, worse than what I had after coming out of Azkaban. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt that was a deeper red than his hair, with some sort of tan armor on top; on top of the armor he had a grey one-shoulder vest thing. The pants the boy wore were the same color as the shirt, and a few inches past the knees were white wrappings, cinching tight the bottom of the pants legs. For shoes he wore a weird pair of black boot/sandals with the toes open. The strangest part of his outfit though would be the large gourd on his back, it looked like it was made of sand.

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The others in the order were just staring at me, or more specifically the boy laying next to me. I glanced over him again and this time, to my horror, I found more than clothes, he was bleeding; from hundreds of lacerations all over his body. It was terrifying to think of what could do this to a person, and that's when I saw the large pool of blood already forming under him soaking into my shoes.

"Snap out of it." I chided "this child is bleeding and we need to get him treated or else he'll die." That did it. The rest of the order started moving around, Dumbledore apparated somewhere, probably off to find Madam Pomfrey. Remus conjured a cot in the corner of the dining room and Tonks and I started trying to remove the gourd from the boy's body while moving him over to the cot. I think that Molly and Arthur went to check on the children or go get medical supplies, i was too busy to really notice. I think the rest of the order went to go fulfill their orders or clean up the pool of blood on the floor.

"POP" Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey apparated into the room. The nurse ran over to where the boy was and immediately started spouting incantations and waving her wand about over the body. After a few minutes of listening to things I would never understand she stopped and force fed the boy a potion to "give a dreamless sleep." Now if only I had that for my nightmares of Azkaban.

We cleaned up the blood and the cot and the boys clothes, leaving him to sleep in peace.

(End flashback)

'It's been nearly three days, when will this boy wake up? I mean, he's healed isn't he?' The boy stirred in his slumber. 'Oh, yes, maybe today's the day that he wakes up.' His moved again.

"Poppy! I think he's going to wake up!" I yelled

The nurse ran into the dining room, she had decided to stay inside the house based on the severity of the boy's wounds. On another note Mad-Eye limped into the room with Dumbledore in tow, probably already suspicious of our makeshift guest. The boy stirred again and slowly began to wake up. His eyes twitched open for a second before immediately closing; probably due to the sudden influx of light. A few seconds passed and then he slowly opened them again. Instinctively everyone except Poppy (who was helping him sit up) took a step back when we saw his eyes, his eyes, they had no pupils, they were a solid light green. That however could not prepare me for the look of utter despair that was held within the boy's eyes, the look of someone who had seen and caused death too many times to ever recover fully.