Here we go! An attempt at a story that popped into my head not long ago while I was trying to sleep. It is a very slight crossover between Harry Potter and Naruto.

Disclaimer:I do not own anything in the Harry Potter-verse or the Naruto-verse.

It was October 31st, 1981, and for the most part, it was a quiet day for the Potters. It was nearing midnight, and Lily and James Potter had just put their one year old son, Harry, to bed. Just before they called it a night as well, they heard the sound of someone apparating outside their house. James, thinking it to be Sirius, his best friend, told his wife Lily to go upstairs and 'Keep the bed warm.' But unfortunately for him, it wasn't Sirius, but instead it was Lord Voldemort, A.K.A He-who-must-not-be-named, A.K.A the Dark Lord. The door was viciously kicked in by Lord Long-name. A struggled shout of "Lily!" was all James could manage before the Dark Lord sent an emerald green 'Avada Kadavra' sailing towards his chest, connecting less than a second later, and sending a now dead James Potter careening to the ground.

Now ascending the stairs, Lord I-have-a-French-name-because-I-think-it-makes-me-sound-cooler started to hum a tune. It sounded an awful lot like 'Mary had a little lamb,' but the Dark Lord insisted it was 'Voldemort just killed a man.' Reaching the top of the stairs, he went to the left, his robes billowing behind him. He was quite glad he forced Snape to teach him that.

Hearing a doorknob starting to turn behind him, he saw the female Potter walk out of what he assumed to be a bedroom. Normally he would have just sent an Avada Kadavra at her, but her attire, or lack there of made him hesitate slightly. All she had on were two star-shaped pasties covering her nipples and a leaf covering her vajayjay. (Lord Voldemort had problems saying vagina.) Sighing, he sent the green death towards her before she even realized he was there.

Turning back around, he went to the end of the hall, to a room he was positive belonged to the youngest Potter. Opening the door, he saw the crib in the corner of the room, and nearly started skipping towards it. Of course, if anyone saw him, he would just say he tripped on one of the many toys scattered on the floor. Now hovering over the crib, he saw the bump in the blanket formed by one Harry Potter.

Of course, Lord Frenchy-death had no problems killing children, and he usually just did it while they slept. But this child was a special one, it was the one prophesied to destroy the Dark Lord, so he felt inclined to wake the child up. Prodding the young boy with his wand, Harry awoke, and he was not happy.

Normally, Harry was the one to wake other up with his crying. He was not used to people waking him up. Rolling over to see the perpetrator, he did what any person would do when someone pisses them off. He flipped Lord Voldemort the bird. Now, Harry Potter was known for being the first to survive the killing curse, but only one person knows that Harry was also the first person to flip off the Dark Lord.

Lord Deathly-afraid-of-death was enraged. No one told him, or gestured at him, to fudge off, NO ONE! He reacted the only way he knew how, by sending an Avada Kadavra at the child. Of course, this was the worst mistake he could have possibly made. Being as enraged as he was, Lord Half-blood-muggle-hater didn't quite cast the spell correctly. He over-emphasized the second syllable, and used a slashing-jab motion, instead of a swishing-point.

The small mistakes in the spell caused it to backfire when it hit Harry. Instead of forcefully ripping the soul out of the child, it had some very, very, unexpected results. At the same moment that the Dark Lord cast the killing curse, in an alternate dimension, a similar 'spell' was cast, to forcefully rip the soul out of an entity.

The botched Avada Kadavra created a wormhole between the world of Harry Potter, and the world of Naruto. The pull on the Kyuubi's soul was immense. The Shinigami was starving, and the Kyuubi would be a most delicious meal. But the wormhole had the stronger pull, ripping the demon fox lord's mind and soul from the Shinigami's grasp, leaving Naruto with all the Kyuubi's demon chakra, but that's another story all together.

At the other end of the wormhole, and the focus of this particular story, the Kyuubi was forced into the tiny Potter, entwining their minds and souls, permanently.

As the wormhole closed within the raven haired youth, he exploded, and it was so large that it blew up the entire world. THE END!

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I think it's a great story and doesn't need anymore telling!

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Gah! Fine! Disregard that whole blowing up thing…*mumbles about readers ruining his fun.*

As the wormhole closed within Harry's body, a stunning white light flared in the room. The heat from the light disintegrated everything in the room, the only solid thing in the room was Harry. The Not-so-light Lord watched on in his wraith form, utterly shocked at the turn of events. He was pretty pissed also, he rather liked his body, and now he had to go and find a new one, how troublesome. Giving one last dirty look, sort of hard without a tangible face, in the direction of the glowing Harry, he soared away from Godric's Hallow.

The glow around Harry faded, showing a slightly change infant. His pupils were slits, much like a fox, and the iris, while still dominated by emerald green, had red swirled into them. His hair also had more of a silky texture to it, much like fur.

A few short minutes later, Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, and Rubeus Hagrid were outside the kicked in front door of Godric's Hollow. Sprinting inside, Sirius saw the body of his long-time best friend James lying on the floor, his dead, cloudy, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Knowing the fate that could have possibly stricken both Lily and Harry, he turned towards the stairs. Both Hagrid and Dumbledore were already at the top of the stairs, Hagrid laying his giant coat over the scantily clad form that was once Lily Potter's living body.

"Headmaster, I think I need to stay outside." Stated Hagrid, looking a little pale in the face.

"Of course Hagrid, we will be out momentarily." Said the aged Headmaster, while he turned towards the little boy wonder's room.

Sirius followed Dumbledore into Harry's room and let out a sigh of relief when he saw our now fur-headed protagonist was crawling about his room, but then gasped quite loudly when he saw the condition of the room.

Nothing solid remained in the room. Everything was an ashy dust. It had seemed like someone burned every object, yet there were no scorch marks to be found. In the middle of the room was the slightly moist pile of ash, that smelled slightly of urine.

"Albus, what could have possibly happened here?" Sirius questioned the almost senile Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"I don't know, my boy," Albus replied, "but my best guess would be that Lord Voldemort attempted to cast the killing curse at our young Harry, and it backfired."

Sirius walked over to pick up the last living Potter. Immediately Harry fell asleep, allowing Sirius to closely inspect him for damage. "Sir," Sirius glanced towards Albus, who glanced up from the moist, ashy remains of He-who-must-be-hyphenated "you might want to check this out."

"There is no injury to Harry, is there Sirius?"

"No Sir," He replied "but his hair and eyes, they're different."

Slowly standing from his crouch, the quirky Headmaster made his way over to the Black family heir. Feeling Harry's hair, and looking into the child's eyes, he could only think of one thing to say, "What in the name of all holy magic happened to this boy!"

Shocked by the old coots outburst, but still more worried over his godson's safety, he cast a diagnostic spell on the child. Normally, when this spell is cast on someone, different areas of the body will glow with different colors, depending on the ailments, and the seriousness of the injury. What doesn't happen, is a swirling cloud of red and blue, which is exactly what happened when Sirius cast the spell on Harry.

Immediately, Bumbles-with-forks' eyebrows shot up into his greatly receding hairline. "Sirius, my boy, do you know what this means?" He shakily asked.

Shaking his head, Sirius looked between Harry and Albus. "Not at all Sir, do you think you could tell me here though? I do want to know what's wrong with my godson."

"Well, Sirius, my boy, the result we have gotten can only mean one thing. Our young Harry seems to have multiple souls residing in his body, and seeing as they are completely entwined, and not struggling for dominance, I would have to say that this young lad should suffer no ill effects." Said the Headmaster while he twirled his knee length grey beard between his fingers.

"Would this explain the changes, Sir?"

"Why yes, my dear boy, yes I do. And the changes that took place leads me to believe that it has nothing to do with the fact that Lord Voldemort is now gone."

"While that all good and dandy, Sir, I would like to request that I be able to take Harry with me to live. After all, he doesn't have any direct magical family members left."

"A splendid idea my boy! You go ahead and get situated, and I will call in the Aurors to investigate. I have a feeling in my knees that the moist pile in the middle of the room is more than meets the eye." Albus said, while walking over to the Dark Lords urinated remains, and inspecting it.

Rolling his eyes, Sirius walked down the stairs and out of the house, passing and consoling the crying half-giant that was Rubeus Hagrid. Wrapping his cloak tightly around his godson, Sirius kissed the furred head of the Boy-who-turned-everything-to-ash and apparated to a house he owned in London.

Hope you enjoyed it! Please review, I have no plot line set, so whatever happens, happens. Should be fun, no?