Chapter 1: Sleep

Harry was ready to sleep for the next twenty years. He finally killed Voldemort, and the his remaining death eaters were powerless.

But not without a price. Hogwarts had fallen almost twelve years ago. Hogsmead village was just a place filled with bloody memories. Diagon Alley had become a graveyard. Slowly, as the war progressed wizarding society itself began to decline. People were either killed, or they just opted to leave for the muggle world.

However, that was all over now. Voldemort was dead. It was now time to sleep.

Did this all mean anything? Would this all be the same if Voldemort won the war? Harry would never know. He just wanted a long nap.

Laying down, as Harry started drifted off to sleep thought about his life before Voldemort.

His first years of life consisted of hatred and loneliness. Hogwarts somewhat brought him out of that loneliness. Then Voldemort made his appearance, causing the chain of events that shoved him back in. One by one, all those that he considered dear to him was snatched away. But there was no time to grieve. No time to cry.

He forgot how to long ago. Harry had to count himself lucky that he had a few friends left. If he could just find out where they ran off to.

Harry began drifting into sleep. Sleep now. I'll plan the rest of my life first thing in the morning.

The last thing he saw as he closed his eyes, was how stars twinkled that night just like how Dumbledore's eyes used to. He wondered what that old man was up these days.

With that, Harry found himself falling into darkness.

He felt a rather feather-like touch guiding him out of his body. And then he was floating through a spectrum of colors. This floating felt nice. Harry thought this was the nicest nap he ever had.

And then he was zipping. Zipping away until he stopped at a sudden halt into a dark corner. There sat small boy, crying softly.

Harry moved closer to the boy. "What is wrong child?"

The child looked up. He looked to be no more than four. His face had fox-like features, and the brightest blue eyes, he had ever seen. He also had the look he had seen in himself and countless other orphans.

"My name is Naruto," he whispered in a tiny voice.

"And I am Harry." Then Harry was pulled closer to Naruto, and suddenly he was no longer in front of the boy, but stood in front of a giant bowl of ramen labeled Naruto's Mind.

There better be a place to finish my nap in here, Harry thought.

Harry walked around Naruto's ramen filled mind. He found a gigantic demon in a cage. Should be warm enough. His own body was probably miles away and probably already decomposing. He was too tired to even think about the oddity of his situation. Might as well make the best of what he had. It wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway.

"Naruto, it's getting late. You should go home a get some sleep yourself. We'll discuss what we're going to do about the rest of our lives first thing in the morning."

Naruto was shunned by the villagers left and right as he walked home. He saw the glares through Naruto's eyes. The child was alone. Only one person in Naruto's plane of thoughts, the happiest memories that stood out to him, was a wizened old smiling down at him. Maybe he had some answers. Old people always had answers.

But he could do all that in the morning, because Naruto was crawling into bed. They would see what happens in the morning.