CHAPTER 001: Show Me that Golden Hair

The clear baby blue sky reflected none of the sour mood that Harry James Potter was in this day. He simply sat quietly on the older swing watching the children that were once playing happily be lead out of the old neighborhood park by their parents. Sitting there all alone he was anxious and unable to keep his thoughts from straying to the chaos of last year, Cedric's untimely death, and the war with Voldemort. His Emerald eyes quickly lost their far off look when his ears picked up the sound of a familiar and not welcomed laugh. He tilted his head up just enough to see his plump cousin Dudley and his groupies laughing at something like it was the funniest thing in the world. His cousin and the four boys of equal age stood in front of him, paying the jade eyed boy no mind.

Tired and annoyed of the five boys loud cackling, Harry finally decided to speak up and give them a piece of his mind. He was not afraid of his cousin anymore since becoming a wizard and he was happy to break up there little party, "Hey big D, beat up another ten year old?" His comment was snide, full of unhidden disgust and got five pairs of eyes centered directly on him.

Dudley stared at his short jet black haired cousin in annoyance, "This one deserved it." Behind him the four other boys laughed and gave muttered "yeah" in agreement.

Harry tilted his head up a bit more so now he could stare Dudley straight in the eye, before scanning over the other boys. "Five against one? Very brave." Harry observed with a very bland tone.

Dudley glared at Harry for a few seconds silently before coming to the conclusion that his cousin needed to be knocked down a few pegs so not to look like a puss in front of his gang of friends. "Well your one to talk! Moaning in your sleep every night, at least I'm not afraid of my pillow." While Harry sat quietly, the boys all had a round of laughter at the dark haired boy's misfortune, so Dudley took it as the go ahead to keep tormenting his cousin, "Don't kill Cedric! Who's Cedric? Your boyfriend? He's going to kill me mum! Where is your mum? Where is your mum Potter? Is she dead?" Dudley and his groupies again threw back their heads and had a good laugh at the suffering of the boy, and his whispered commands to stop. "Is she dead? Is she dead Pott…?" Finally snapping mentally at his cousin's cruelty to his dead friend and mother, he couldn't take it anymore and lunged from his swing seat into his cousin's face, wand lodged tightly under Dudley's jaw. Only Dudley knew the dangers and while Dudley froze in fear his ignorant friends laughed thinking Harry was a nut to threaten Dudley with just a stick, but silence soon eloped the group when a deathly chill fell on the group, everyone looked up to the once clear sky now turned dark and ominous.

Dudley stared in disbelief and fear, "W-what are you doing." His question in whisper was laced with fear for his magical cousin.

Harry was in a panic, feeling the magic dripping in the air, he looked at Dudley fear in his eyes, "T-this isn't me!"

The four boys that were previously behind Dudley were now running for the hills calling back for their so called friend and leader to run, but both Dudley and Harry were frozen to their spots as they watched the dark clouds roll before making a mad dash for the one place they knew they'd be safe, home. They sprinted down the muddy road, with freezing cold water droplets pelting down on their backs. The two soaking wet boys made it to a under passage cement walkway panting and trying to catch their breath.

They were just about to continue their run to home if it had not been for the sound of quickly freezing water up ahead stopping them in their tracks, soon as the sound of freezing water started, the lights above started to flicker rapidly, making it hard for the boys to see anything. Harry and Dudley observed the lights and as Dudley continued staring at the flickering lights in horror, Harry felt as though something was watching him so he shakily looked over his shoulder at the entrance the two boys came in through to see a Dementor staring at him, long fingers stretching out to grab him. Startled he gasped in fear, adrenaline pumped in him for a split second for he had very little time to react when the Dementor swooped down, long grey fingers wrapping tightly around his neck, shoving him roughly up against the cement wall.

Dudley hearing the noise of flesh hitting concrete turned to where his cousin had been standing only a moment ago, and stumbled back when he saw Harry pressed hard against the wall by an invisible force strangling him. Dudley only being a muggle, he wasn't able to see the Dementor but every fiber in his body told him to run, but his body was frozen in place by fear and anxiety at the unseen force in front of him.

"Dudley RUN!" Harry managed to choke out to his to his terrified cousin.

With his fight & flight adrenaline now on high, Dudley wasted no time to follow his struggling cousin's advice. Jumping away from the wall he was hugging, he attempted to run right down the icy path but having no friction between his shoes to the ice he slipped, landing on his back he slide down the ice to the entrance right into the open hands of another Dementor who had been outside of the opening of the cement passage guarding it. The creature had decided to swoop in and drain Dudley's life it seemed. The Dementor that held Harry tightly finally seemed to be fed up the idea of strangling the teenager and decided to quickly end his life by just taking his life force by now. Harry looked out the corner of his at his relative in concern, straining his right hand to grab at the wand in his pocket. Harry felt death was soon upon him he finally gave his hand one last push he was able to grab the handle of his wand, he whipped it out of his pocket, hitting the Dementor in the face, making the haunting figure drop him on the cement floor.

Harry was a good five or so feet in the air, so he dropped hard on the ground causing his wand to clatter and rolled away on the ground away from where he had just landed. Angry that his target decided to fight back, the Dementor reeled back with an un-human wail and lunged after Harry as the boy got his enough of his bearing to lung for his fallen wand. He was able to grasp his wand in time as the Dementor reached out for him, he flipped on his back and sent a Patronus at the figure instantly warding off his Dementor before sending a Potronus to save his almost dead cousin's life. Both Dementors let out a painful wail before fleeing the passageway. Then something happened that was more than unexpected, as Harry's stag Patronus was about to dissipate, what looked to a rift in the cement ceiling opened right behind the light of the Patronus and a body was spit out of the rift right into the arms of Harry Potter.

The sudden add of weight caused Harry to fall back, smacking his head off the cement floor nearly knocking him out, but he stayed conscious luckily. Groaning in pain, Harry sat up, wincing he held the back of his skull in pain. He checked to see if there was any blood, not seeing any he still resisted the groan of pain as he felt a forming bump on the back of his head. Ignoring the painful bump he directed his attention to Dudley he saw that Dudley's chest slowly rose up and down indicating that he was indeed breathing, and let out a sigh in relief before he peered down to his lap to see short blond hair, matted with dirt and grass. Questions racked his brain but of course the only intelligent thing to slip out of his lips in a situation was, "What the bloody hell?" No soon as he said that he twisted his body around, adrenaline once again pumping through his body as he heard tapping heels approaching from behind, his wand was already aimed at the potential threat, but just as quickly lowered it when he saw his aged neighbor Ms. Figg walking cautiously down the tunnel at the trio.

"Don't put down your wand Harry, they might come back, and for the sake of everybody here we might want to quickly get to safety." The elder suggested with a slight shudder in her voice.

Nodding in agreement, Harry looked down once more at the unknown person still on his person. He shifted trying to find a good place to grip the person's body to turn them over, absently thinking that this person was one hell of a petite body for what looked like to be a boy. Harry finally decided to pull up on the chest area, and got nearly scared to death when one he felt very large mounds of flesh being cupped in his hand. In shock he pulled back suddenly, as he pulled his hand away in shock, his eyes grew big in terror seeing his hand completely covered in crimson wet blood. Not hesitating this time, he grabbed the person's shoulder and flipped the person over on their back to look at what he had figured to be a very large wound from the amount of blood on his hand.

Harry gasped in complete shock when he turned over the person's body to see a black shirt split down the middle with a large hole just above her breast about six inches wide. The smell of seared flesh hit his nose and he noticed around the hole was dark blistered flesh and blood. Starting from the wound was also many spider web markings stretching across her chest and down to her belly button. Taking no mind that there was a half-naked female in front of him, he called over to Ms. Figg in a panic, ignoring the fact that he was covered in blood from his waist to his knees he stripped himself of his shirt and pressed it hard to the wound just as Ms. Figg came over and got a glance at the wound but Harry covered up her chest before Ms. Figg could see that the person who looked to be a boy was actually a girl.

"Ms. Figg we need to get this person to a hospital!" Harry's voice held panic and he looked at Ms. Figg in confusion as she knelt down next to the two teenagers. She put two fingers on the injured girl's throat, she was shocked when she felt a steady pulse under her fingers.

"Harry, a muggle hospital can do nothing about this wound, he will most likely die if we take him there than there would also be a lot of questions that we cannot answer."

"What do we do then? We can't just let them die!?" Flustered he yelled, not even taking the time to wonder how Ms. Figg knew anything about muggles or his wand or why she called the girl a 'he'.

Standing up she went over to the downed Dudley, motioning with her hand she waved Harry over. She checked the knocked out boys pulse also before sighing in relief. Harry with a struggled walk, seeing as he was bridal caring the girl in his arms. "Will he be alright?" While still in a panic about the bleeding girl, he was also worried about his cousin's condition.

Ms. Figg looked up at the green eyed boy, "He's alive, but he'll be knocked out for a while. He might even need the memory of what happened removed if it's affected his psyche bad enough. Now Harry we need to get to my house."

Harry looked down at the girl in his arms with worry and anxiety, memories of what happened to Cedric flooding back but nodded in reluctant acceptance, deciding to trust his elderly neighbor, he was about to ask how when Ms. Figg pulled out a tea cup from her purse. "This is my own personal portkey to my house; all I need you to do is help supply the magic needed to run it okay Harry?"

Harry once again nodded but this time in surprise and confirmation, before placing his and the girls hand on the tea cup, Ms. Figg did the same with her and Dudley, as Harry and Ms. Figg pushed magic into the magical transportation object. There was jerky pulling sensation before finding himself in the middle of Ms. Figg's living room. Arms straining under the extra weight he plopped the girl onto a brown tacky couch, before turning around to help Ms. Figg out with putting Dudley onto the other brown tacky couch. Absently thinking that Dudley could do with a little less weight.

Turning to face his elderly neighbor with questioning eyes he asked, "Ms. Figg…?" He paused for a second trying to find his words. "Ms. Figg are you a….?" He hesitated once more with the last word, not wanting to offend the woman.

Apparently he didn't have to because Ms. Figg said it for him. "Squib? Yes Harry I am a squib. While I can't use spells with the little amount of magic I have. I can make potions & use port keys. Now is no time to lolly gag on questions though, let's take a look at the young lad's wounds."

"Uh Ms. Figg…"

"Yes Harry?" She was making her way over to the prone blond as she spoke.

"She's a girl…"

Ms. Figg halted in her trek to what she thought was a boy before sitting on the side of the couch, removing Harry's blood soaked shirt off to the side and shifting the split oven black shirt, she saw that the person she thought to be a boy was actually a girl. Ignoring the realization that this person was a girl, so looked closely at the wound and flinched seeing how it went all the way through her chest and how much of an area it covered. Ms. Figg turned to Harry who was blushing at the sight of so much skin from the unconscious girl, shaking her head Ms. Figg was about to instruct the boy on what he had to do when they both heard a sizzling sound from behind them. Turning to the injured girl they saw ever wound and bruise healing right before their eyes except the chest wound while it healed all the way internally, the lighting spider web markings didn't heal along with a round moon shape on the top of her chest. The two could only stare dumbfounded at the now healed girl.

"Ms. Figg have you ever seen something like that before?" Harry asked, confusion clearly written on his face.

Ms. Figg shook her head, placing a hand on the spot the major wound used to be and only feeling perfect skin even the spider web blue markings and where the hole was felt like just that skin, nothing more. Unfortunately for Ms. Figg the girl was far too dirty to get a good look at, but Ms. Figg observed that even with the grit and grime that she was covered in didn't detract from the fact that she was still very beautiful with an athletic build, bright blond hair and pouty cherry lips. Sighing Ms. Figg rubbed her temple in slight annoyance, not liking the fact she didn't know anything about this girl, standing up from her kneeling potions she made her way to the kitchen. "Would you like some tea while we wait for the guest of honor to wake up Harry?"

Taking his eyes away from the unknown girl he looked to his neighbor with a blank stare, but snapped out it when he saw Ms. Figg waiting for an answer, "Oh! Yes please."

Ms. Figg nodded and continued on her way to the kitchen, once she left the room Harry sighed in contempt, flopping down in a green leather chair with a knitted blanket on top. As he sat there, he decided to get a better look at the girl they brought with them. She was beautiful even all the blood, mud and grime. Her (what he thought was) tan skin was a good contrast to her bright blond hair, her lips were a nice red color and made Harry bite his lip to keep himself from wandering thoughts of wanting to taste them for some reason. He also liked the exotic look to her with the three whisker like marks on both sides of her cheeks. It made her look unique, even in the wizarding world standards. Sitting back in the arm chair before he did something stupid Harry sat there for a good five minutes in thought before hearing a small groan from the couch holding the girl.

Curious if she was waking up, Harry leaned over the arm of the couch just in time to see her eyes snap open. Cristal blue stared straight into emerald green for a good minute before the girl snapped up into a sitting position looking around the room with her hand pressed up against her temple. She looked very confused, but not scared in the least which kind of came off as weird to Harry. The girl glanced back to Harry, questioning where she was in her eyes, not really able to think with her staring straight into his eyes with those crystal eyes they just had a staring contest of sorts with the girl not backing down and this is how Ms. Figg found the two when she came into the living room holding a tray with a tea pot and two china cups.

"Hello dearie, how are you feeling?" Ms. Figg asked with a smile to show no animosity to the girl.

The girl quirked a blond eyebrow in confusion, looking as if she didn't understand what Ms. Figg just said. They two other occupants watched as her eyes glazed over, as if deep in thought. The girl while looking like in deep thought actually was communicating to a very special ternate deep in her mind.

'Kurama, where the hell am I, and why the hell can't I understand what this Baba is saying? All I remember is fighting the Uchiha-temes and Juubi, then nothing….'

The next voice identified as Kurama, answered his jailor, his voice rumbling with unbound anger, 'You my dear are in a magical place called Britain, you're in a lovely dimension far away from your own where wizards, witches and non-magical folks called muggles roam. Also nice little fact to know is that we can't fucking get home because I don't have my item that I used to dimension jump! If I attempted to make one by the time I made it and got us both home everything and everyone would be dead because of the time difference between each dimension is different and fluctuates so you don't know whether your make before years before your time stream, just in time or years after your time stream 90% of the time, unless you time a time dimension machine but here those things most likely haven't even been THOUGHT of yet.' Kurama laid the truth on the blond haired girl, making the girl bite her lip hard enough to bleed to keep herself from screaming in anguish. "Right now isn't the time to show your sorrow Kit. Now there are a few things you need to understand about what happens to a person's body if they dimension jump. One your body now has magical properties seeing how the first person you touched was a wizard.' Naruto sent confused feelings to Kurama, clearly not understanding why she now had magical powers from just touching the first person she comes in contact, 'The reason you gained magical powers as far as I can tell that boy staring at you intently is a wizard, and when jumping to different dimensions, your DNA basically get a reboot and latches onto the first DNA source for a base format from the first person you touch from that new dimension as a buffer basically. Usually you would lose the powers or gifts you acquire from other dimensions but since I am sealed within you lose nothing and gain everything. As such I will be diagnosing your body to see if you acquired anything other than A LOT of magic in your system. For now I will force the languages of this world into your brain making it so you understand what's going on without all of the work of learning. This will hurt for a second.' The blond didn't get to respond with a yes or no when suddenly her mind was hit with a tone of information all at once, feeling woozy and trying not to cry at the feeling that she had just betrayed everyone she cared for in her home world. Kurama looked at the girl with slight pity as she held her head for a second before looking up at the two other occupants in the room. While it seemed like forever while Kurama and the blond talked in reality it had only been about a minute.

Shaking her head, her eyes lost their glazed look before looking up at Ms. Figg she slipped into a happy mask, "Sorry what did you say?" She asked with perfect English.

Startled at the anguish look hidden behind the blue eyes, she decided to ignore it and continue on with her question. She walked up and placed the tray on a dark wooden living room table. "Never mind my first question, what is your name my dear?"

The girl paused for a moment, contemplating whether or not she should tell this unknown women and boy her name or not. She thought for a moment if she should share her name with the two or not, seeing their curious looks, she saw no harm sharing seeing how she wasn't in the elemental nations anymore.

Dropping her mask she smiled sadly, "Me? I'm Naruto Uzumaki Namikaze."