Disclaimer: do we even need disclaimers? What's the point? Unless you're stupid, you know I don't own Harry Potter, because if I did Harry would have had some cool powers. Why put a disclaimer all the time when it would be quite hard to track us down to sue us anyway, I bet most of us just use free hotmail accounts with no address attached anyway. Oh yeah I don't own Naruto either or he wouldn't be as thick as a snail crawling on a busy sidewalk (path).

Nine Tails

Chapter 1

Prologue

It started out as just another ordinary day for the Potter family, if you discount the fact they are in hiding. Hiding from the fiercest, evil the world has known for centuries. They were hiding from the dark wizard, Lord Voldemort because of a prophesy stating one of their twin boys, either Edward, or Harry could have the power to defeat him.

Lily Potter with flowing red hair and sparkling emerald green eyes sat with her boys that night, Halloween. The night her children's lives shall be changed forever.

James, her husband was at work with the auror department and she was not sure when he would return, but she was not too worried as she looked over her children with a smile as she watched them sleeping from the corner chair.

The two fifteen month old babies were sleeping, curled up in their crib. Harry with his messy black hair looked much like his father even at such a young age, except for his eyes – he has his mothers' eyes. He was cuddling his small soft toy: a red fox with white tips to its tail and ears. Lily just adored seeing Harry cuddling his favourite toy… he didn't like to leave it anywhere, and sometimes cried it was removed from his grasp, which was just too cute in his mothers' eyes.

Harry barely cried unless his fox was taken, and he was a quiet child, but very curious. He had started walking a few months before his twin, and seemed to enjoy just watching the world around him and sussing things out. It was interesting to watch, and Lily believed or maybe hoped Harry had inherited her intelligence since he got his fathers' looks.

Edward was another story – quite the opposite of Harry. He often cried for attention or his meals. His hair was a rusty ginger/brown, and his eyes a hazel colour. Lily didn't like to admit it because she loves her boys equally but Ed was not the cutest baby to look at, which reminded her of her deceased father.

Sighing and shaking her head from those thoughts she smiled at her babies when suddenly her blood ran cold as she heard a loud explosion rock the ground.

**

An ancient being drifted unseen through a lovely, peaceful human village without a care in the world. Her nine spiritual tails swishing about behind her as her ruby red slanted eyes scanned the area.

She was curious when she felt the evil power. She moved swiftly, her curiosity too much to restrain because it had been many years since she last sensed such evil.

The being moved quickly towards a large human dwelling and heard the telltale sign of evil – the evil cackle – why evil wizards or witches felt the need to cackle so coldly was beyond even her ancient wisdom, it was just something they've done since forever.

She glided through the wall into the home in a top floor room. It was a nice room with reds and blues, bright and inviting. She noticed a blue crib in the centre with two infant humans in it. The one with black hair was standing and staring curiously at the scene that was unfolding in front of him. The other was whaling with tears streaming down his face, and she felt herself wincing at the loud annoying sound, and wondered how older humans put up with it.

She looked around the room and saw a red haired human mother standing between the infants and a dark and vile thing covered in black robes with a hood covering his face. The mother had a small wooden stick in her hand: a focus for her magic, and was begging the vile thing to spare her children, but he just continued laughing at her.

The ancient being then started as she looked back at the children – the black haired once seemed to be staring straight at her and smiling. He lifted his toy fox and his smile widened as he pointed to it and then to her. She was in shock as she floated closer to the boy barely taking notice that the woman had been knocked out and had collapsed to the floor, or the fact she was between him and the black haired boy.

Then however, too late, she realised her mistake as a searing pain blast through her, and she saw herself blasting towards the young black haired boy in a wave of green and red power and light before she was lost to the darkness of exhaustion.

**

Red and green light burst free through the window of an upper room of the Potter house at Godric's Hollow in Wales, and an extraordinary power could be felt for miles around as plants suddenly grew for miles around, and the heavens opened up and spilt a storm down upon the land with a raging storm.

Two men had just appeared out of nowhere outside the house staring up at the lights in the window in horror. Both with black hair though ones more tame than the other, and one with blue eyes and the other with hazel. The rain shattered down on them hard, soaking them through to the bone, as lightning struck overhead illuminating the house followed immediately by thunder screaming from the heavens making them jump.

"P-Peter betrayed us," said the hazel eyed man quietly, but the other man seemed to hear him over the nose of the wind and rain anyway as he nodded dumbly.

"I didn't ever think he would, James," the other answered in horror and anger as he clenched his fists thinking about their friend and secret keeper having betrayed them.

"Shit, Sirius… Lily and the boys," replied James in panic as he ran through the crashed down door.

Sirius was quick to follow, worried about Lily and the boys too, one of them, Harry his own godson.

**

Inside the children's room, the light slowly faded away. Harry was unconscious while Edward was sitting up and crying with a lightning shaped cut across his forehead.

However, all that remained of Voldemort was a few black charred robes.

Lily slowly woke shaking her dizzying head clear she wondered what had happened as she sat up, looking at the charred robes her eyes widened in horror as she fully realised what was going on. She could hear crying and looked up to the crib, seeing Edward screaming for attention with a cut on his head.

She quickly sprang up, ignored the dizziness, and looked into the crib. Her heart almost stopped as she saw Harry but the steady movement of his chest calmed her worries as she snuggled tighter with his toy fox.

She was worried as she looked closer at him though, he had a huge cut straight across his eyes and across the bridge of his nose, but unlike Edwards cut it was not bleeding for some reason, but she knew it was going to leave a scar.

Lily turned back to Edward as he continued crying for attention. It was then that reality completely hit her and she realised one of her boys had actually rid the world of Voldemort, and would have to wait for Dumbledore to confirm which one.

She gave a small sad smile to her screaming child as tears streamed gently down her cheeks. She reached in and pulled him out, holding Edward comforting to her chest and trying to calm him just as the door burst open, and her husband and his best friend stormed in, soaking wet and worry etched all over their features.

"Lily, thank god you're ok!" cried out James as he rushed in further and pulled her and their son into a short hug before pulling back. "W-what happened… we just arrived back when we saw the front door? Then a huge stream of red and green light from the room, and some incredible power, and the garden just started growing before our eyes, and it started raining?" he asked rushed and breathlessly.

Lily just shook her head as she thought over what she had heard and thought for an answer, but she had no idea.

"I don't know," she answered. "I was knocked out, b-but one of the boys did it, he destroyed Voldemort, but I don't know which one."

"It must be Ed," he replied noticing the lightning bolt cut. "He was marked just like the prophecy said."

Lily just shook her head sceptically.

"Harry was marked too," she answered gesturing the crib and their other son as he slept.

Sirius and James looked down into the crib and winced as they saw his 'cut'.

"Whoa," whispered Sirius. "Now that is one hell of a mark."

"Indeed," interrupted a new voice and they all started and looked up to see a new face, that of Albus Dumbledore. The aged wizard wore deep purple robes with gold and silver moons and stars. His blue eyes sparkled behind his half-moon spectacles, his white hair was long under his pointed wizards' hat, and his beard stretched down to his belt where he tucked it in.

He moved his wand over Harry as the others watched, he muttered a few words before pulling back and doing the same over Edward, he smiled brightly beaming at the still crying boy.

"Harry has no residual traces of dark magic," he said to everybody happily. "But Edward does… he survived what nobody else has before. He is the Boy-Who-Lived."

However, as they all began praising Edward, if they had seen fit to let their eyes, wander over to his sleeping brother they would have witnessed another miracle that might have made them think differently, and screwed with fates plans. They would have seen a soft red energy streaming through, out and around Harry's 'cut', and it slowly healing over leaving nothing but a deep but thin scar in its place as if it had healed years ago.

They might have even noticed the glowing red seal pattern on the boys face but running down his whole body, or his eyes open and a deep ruby red with slanted pupils, but it only lasted a few moments before fading away, and his eyes returned to their emerald green, and he returned to his exhausted sleep.

His destiny set, yet unwritten. It is now up to him to choose his paths, and follow his dreams, his ambitions; with the cunning of a fox, he may just find adventure awaits him.

To Be Continued…

A\N: I am not obsessed with foxes.