The Life and Times of a Wizard-Nin
Naruto/Harry Potter crossover. What if the Dursleys hadn't kept the Potter child? What if she had been raised by the jounen Kakashi Hatake of the Village Hidden in the Leaves and befriended the young demon container Naruto Uzumaki? What if she'd never learnt about magic?
Fem!Harry.
Pairings undecided.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling not me, and Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto (unfortunately).
My thanks to my editor: ElemenTalia.
Chapter 1- Beginnings
Chapter 1- Beginnings
It was Halloween 1986, a night that the world would never forget. But you
see; it wasn't just any part of the world that would forever remember this
night. It was the wizarding world. You see, this was the night that
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was defeated by a year old baby girl. While
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, (also known as Voldemort) died from his own killing
curse, Hallie Jayne Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived, and daughter of Lily and James
Potter, escaped with only a lightning bolt scar on her forehead.
And now, the Girl-Who-Lived is in the arms of Albus Dumbledore, the
Headmaster of Hogwarts, in front of Number 4 Privet Drive, in Little Whinging,
Surrey. The home of Hallie's only living relatives, the Dursleys.
An old woman stood by the old man and toddler. She was a strict woman, and
the Transfiguration Teacher of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall. And she was
currently engaged in the useless act of vehemently arguing against Dumbledore.
"But Albus! You can't leave her here; they're the worst soft of muggles
out there! You cannot leave the Girl-Who-Lived here!"
Dumbledore's bright blue eyes twinkled sadly as he looked down at Hallie.
"Who have to, they're her family, the only ones who can keep her safe with
blood wards. She will stay with them until she is ready for Hogwarts."
McGonagall tried to protest, but cut herself off with a look from Dumbledore.
She sighed. "Very well, but I would like it known that I protested this
action, and was overridden. I cannot wait until the time when I can say, 'I
told you so'."
Albus laughed silently. "Of course Minerva, your protest is noted." He
then continued to ignore her as he placed the sleeping baby and a letter on
the steps of the house, before proceeding to disappear with a quiet crack.
Minerva stood there silently. "I can't believe that man…" Minerva
looked back at the little baby on the steps. "And even after hearing such
horror stories from Lily and James…" She sighed again, before she herself
vanished with a crack, leaving the little girl to dream peacefully throughout
the night.
Petunia Dursley hummed slightly, unaware that her "beautiful music",
instead sounded like the squeal of tires on asphalt. She quietly muttered to
herself, utterly pleased with the 'high quality' life she was living.
"Milk! I must put the milk bottles out." Petunia grabbed the milk bottles,
and pranced to the door, which she promptly opened with a swish. She stared
down for a few seconds.
"VERNON!"
Petunia was wringing her white hands, staring at the baby girl on the table
in front of her. "Oh Vernon, what do we do? We can't possible keep her...
She'll be… She'll be one of Them! What will the neighbors say! And what
about Dudley! What if the brat poisons Dudley with that, that, that Unnatural
stuff?"
Her angry, overweight husband was pacing the room ferociously, spittle flying
every few seconds. "Of course we can't keep her!" He spat angry, like an
old, overweight cat. "We'll just have to get rid of her. I won't have
her in my house, with her Unnaturalness!"
Petunia gasped, and whispered fearfully. "But, what if Her kind find out?
What if they try to Do something to us?"
Vernon Dursley scowled darkly. "They won't my dear, they wouldn't
dare… Just leave everything to me."
Later that night, Vernon Dursley could be found in a far away wooded area,
far away from his home. He glared at the green-eyed brat, with its ebony
curls, and the freakish scar, as he rolled out of the car. He snorted with
disgust, as he picked up the baby, and held it away from him, like a piece of
dirty trash. It had long since awoken, and was quietly watching him with
knowing eyes. He snarled. The Freak didn't even cry like a normal baby.
He stomped off into the woods, stumbling slightly with a lantern in one of
his hands. Deep inside the forest, he finally stopped, huffing and puffing,
his face purple as he sucked in air.
"Good riddance!" He hissed as he nearly dropped her, blankets and all,
into a small hollow tree stump. Then he turned, and stomped away, not even
kind even to spare a glance back.
The child lay there, and it soon began to rain. The drops of water hit her
face below her eyes, causing the trails of water to appear as if she were
crying. She began to wail softly, clearly frightened of the happenings. Her
scar began to shimmer a brilliant white, and with a loud 'crack', she was
gone. And all that was left of Hallie Potter, was a few strands of soft ebony
hair…
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Snow White Kitsune-"Any Ideas for pairings would be helpful. And please no flames, this is my first fan fiction, so don't be too harsh."