Sometimes, Love isn't enough.

Yo!

Don't know where I'm actually going to go with this. I usually only write Naruto fanfiction but I've recently got into the HP fandom. So! I decided to write this, but I have to ask you.

Do you want some Naruto characters appearing here? And if Yes, which ones?

I was thinking Madara myself, he's my fav ;) and the chaos!

Let me know! If you want to.

- Madara

Chapter one: The Seal


Godric's Hollow | October 31st, 1981


Lightning and thunder - the violent forces of nature crashed and boomed in the small village. The white flashes lighting up the dark for a brief moment, giving small windows of light to see by.

In one of these brief moments of light; one could see a tall figure, clothed in a cloak that was as black as the night. The figure strode forward with purpose, his feet making almost no sound as he trod across the fallen leaves. He walked up to a quaint house, the lights inside giving view to the goings on, you could see two shadows moving about.

The figures sickly white skin could be seen from the hands as he raised a bone white wand and pointed it at the door of the house, a murmur and a small glow later the door opened with a soft click.

The cloaked man walked inside, - wand held high - it was dark, but the man could see by the light that spilled down the stairs. Eerie blood red eyes peered out into the gloom, watching with barely withheld glee and amusement as the father of his nemesis ran down the stairs.

"Lily! take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Hold him off? But the man didn't even hold a wand in his hand, only armed with his bare fists.

"Avada Kedavra!"


Lily Potter, genius that she was, knew that she didn't have much time left. After all, she had an undefeatable dark lord going through their house intent on killing her whole family. Lily looked back at her son who stood in his cot, wide green eyes so much like her own peering back at her curiously.

Lily looked back at the closed door, hearing a muffled shout and a thud made fear shake through her body. James was dead, as evident by the green glow that was visible through the cracks in the door. Her mind raced, trying to figure out how her son could survive this.

The red haired woman looked over to the box that sat on the mantelpiece - her backup plan.

Lily walked quickly over to the box, opening it with a drop of her blood. Inside lay three pieces of small rectangular paper, covered in strange symbols set in a vertical line downwards. She picked them up carefully and walked back to her son.

She lifted Harry out gently, setting the one year old down on the floor. Lily gently took off Harry's pajama top and layed it aside. The red head looked over her shoulder suddenly, hearing the soft footsteps from the stairs come closer, ever closer.

The Potter turned back to her son, smiling mournfully. She knew that she wasn't going to survive this, she only hoped that Harry would, that her son would live.

Picking up the papers, Lily gently placed one on Harry's forehead, the paper somehow sticking to the skin. The next one was placed on his chest, over Harry's heart. The last was placed on Harry's abdomen.

Lily looked over her work with a critical eye, she wasn't sure that this was going to work - Her research into the Japanese runes was minimal but they seemed similar to the British variety - but she would try.

Lily gently placed her hand on Harry's forehead, her palm glowing slightly as her magic reacted with the O-fuda.

"Fūin." She spoke quietly, watching as the paper disintegrated and the ink sank into her sons skin. The runes spread over Harry's skin, covering every inch of it. The runes glowed for a second, before disappearing, only to be seen on the infants abdomen and arms.

Lily quickly pulled Harry's pajamas back on, not noticing the quiet whimpers coming from the boy as he shook in pain. A small cry came from the boys lips, bringing Lily's attention.

The red head gasped softly, watching as the features of her sons face changed.

She didn't have long to watch as they were interrupted by the bedroom door being blasted open. Lily shielded harry with her body as the debris flew past. High pitched laughter filled the room as Voldemort strode in.

Lily quickly placed Harry into the cot and turned around to face the Dark lord.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" Lily pleaded with the Dark Lord.

"Stand aside, you silly girl... Stand aside, now..."

"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead-"

"This is my last warning-"

"Not Harry! Please ... have mercy ... have mercy ... Not Harry! Not Harry! Please -I'll do anything"

"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!" Voldemort could have forced the Potter away from the cot, but wasn't it better to finish them all off?

"Avada Kedavra!"

The woman dropped to the floor, her green eyes looking up at her son as she breathed her last. Voldemort turned to the infant, his wand raised in order to use the killing curse to end his prophesied enemy. He hesitated however, at the sight of the boys eyes.

Blood red, much like his own. With strange patterns swirling around the pupil. The dark lord was curious, if only briefly. What had the woman done to the boy? Voldemort shook his head, these thoughts were of no matter now. The boy would die today.

His wand steadied and he aimed it between the boy's eyes. The strange gaze of the boy looking up at him curiously and for the third time that night, a killing curse was shot from the yew wand

"Avada Kedavra!"


10 years later


A boy - around 10 years of age - opened his eyes, the obsidian with green flecks peering sleepily around his dark cupboard. It was that dream again, the one with the woman.

The boy sat up, the thin covers falling off a bare torso. The torso was covered in tattoo-like markings that spread up over the chest and over the shoulders to run down his arms. The markings had been there for as long as the boy could remember, but he couldn't make heads or tails of them.

The boy dutifully picked up the roll of bandages that sat on a bare shelf and began wrapping up his arms, it was a daily ritual for him, he was so used to doing it that he could probably do it in his sleep.

The reason for covering up his arms? The boys 'relatives'. They hated anything that didn't fit into their mold of 'Normal' and his arms were the height of abnormal.

He didn't really care about their opinion to be honest. But his 'relatives' had made him cover his arms up all the time. This, alongside his lack of sunlight had made the boy's skin pale.

He turned to the small door of his cupboard, finished with covering up his arms and picked up the short sleeved, very baggy T-shirt that hung on the hook. He pulled the over sized garment over his head, the bland scratchy fabric falling down to his thighs.

He sat back down onto his thin mattress, waiting for his 'aunt' to open the door and shout at him to start cooking breakfast for the family. He didn't have to wait long as the screechy voice of Petunia soon reached his sensitive ears.

"Up! Get up! Now!"

The click of the door unlocking came and the wood opened slightly, letting a sliver of light inside the cupboard.

"Up!" Petunia screeched. Her footsteps quieting as she walked over to the kitchen.

Harry got up slowly and walked out of his cupboard, squinting his eyes as they adjusted to the brightness of the outside.

"Get a move on boy, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday."

Harry sighed softly, his Asian features pulled into a frown.

'Dudley's birthday. Great.'


What do you think?

I don't actually know if this counts as a crossover. Never done one before, if it does, please let me know.