AN: Hey guys! This here marks my first ever fanfic! Trying to do a Harry Potter with some Naruto elements mixed in, critics are welcome! Help is appreciated, flamers will be laughed at :D
Harry Potter: Child of the Sun
Magic, a word that makes many laugh, parlor tricks and illusionists work they say, no real meaning or impact, how wrong they are, millions of years when man first became man they had dreams and desires to rise above the stars, to be Powerful, through the commulation of these feelings and motives Magic was born, at first it was an internal power, giving rise to superhuman feats and Godlike abilities from elemental to even the creation of life, this eventually led to the anger of the Old ones, primeval lords of the universe and the pantheon of the Gods we all know. With this in mind they began to limit the powers of humanity making it a rarity to manipulate magic, giving it an essence and mind of it's own, eventually magic itself began to take its own motives, returning the powers of old to the humans creating some of the most powerful beings this world has ever known, men and women such as Merlin and Morgana to the founders of Hogwarts, they knew power others never thought possible, but it was still Nothing compared to ancient man's achievements names lost to history, Uchiha Madara, Hashirama Senju, Uzumaki Naruto, and Uchiha Sasuke to name a few. Thus the Gods decided to gift one being the power of the eyes of heaven, to remind all of wizardkind that even with all that power, there are those stronger still, this is the story of one Harry potter, Legacy of the Sharingan and the avatar of the Gods on Earth.
-Break-
9 year old Harry Potter knew his life sucked, ever since he could remember his relatives Beat and abused him calling him freak and starving him saying they would "Force the freakishness out of him", In doing so though he became a person who was calm and calculating, he had to be to survive, he learned which parts of his body to let get injured to allow himself quick recovery, he knew which places to hit to cause maximum pain and damage, and he knew not to speak out or answer anyone without thinking of the consequences, this Harry was a fighter, and a silent observer, but still kept his caring nature, from helping his schoolmates escape Dudely's gang, to helping his teachers with there assignments he knew how to get peoples trust and respect, let still he lacked a real home, a real purpose for existing. But he knew he had power, power that made the Dursleys fear him. His eyes were that power, He recalls awakening the divine eyes when he was 7.
-Flashback start!-
7 year old harry was running, Dudley and his gang were chasing him once more after school which had become commonplace after he had started primary, Dudle had always joined his father harry's Uncle Vernon in beating and berating him for his freakishness and now he had his little gang of friends join him though only Anthony pucey and Dudley were the most common, as he ran his eyes began to sting and it seemed as if he could see how people could move, he could track them easily and decern where they would go and how, hell he could even copy it! He was so amazed that he stopped in place, allowing the gang to catch him and attack viciously beating him in park, even with this going on harry could still predict there moves, learning to dodge them and fight back tracking them and weaving through there punches, however even with this gift he didn't see Dudley come from behind hitting him in the back of the head with a brick, knocking him out where they kicked him for shits and giggles. A few hours later harry awoke to a splitting headache, slowly recalling what had happened and the thing with his eyes, after stumbling home receiving mocking laughs and jeers from his relatives and his one piece of toast and portion of dinner, which that night as pork roast harry retired to his little cupboard under the stairs, looking into the small mirror he had he tried recreating the feeling he had earlier slowly his eyes changed from there piercing emerald green to blood crimson with a weird circle like thing in each eye (which later he learned was called a tomae from the local library). Shocked at this he immediately stopped realizing this may be why his realatives called him a Freak and abused him for so many years, but then he realized this wasn't true as he had just unlocked this power, which meant they were still hiding something.
-Flashback end-
Harry looking at the same mirror all those years ago channeled the power to his eyes, watching them shift to crimson with Three tomaes, which he had gotten over the years whenever he had a fierce beating or felt he was in true danger, walking out he began to cook his relatives there breakfast like always, taking comfort in the solace it gave as they usually ignored him so that he wouldn't mess there precious meal up. As he was cooking he began toying with his other power, his control over fire, allowing the stove tops to reach the perfect temperature and not wearing any flame protection he cooked on the stove, making eggs, bacon, and some sausage which was his favorite, as he was cooking the flames would follow him, almost caressing him as he got close with his hand, this had always been that way which had led to his first real beating when he started cooking at age 4, he took comfort from the flames and allowed them to do this. After giving his family their food he turned off the stove tops, not noticing the flames darken in color to a black for a second before turning off, his Aunt Petunia who rarely left the house for anything other than neighborhood gatherings or shopping gave him his list of chores, which as always included everything.
From doing dishes to cleaning after his whale of a cousin and walrus of an uncle, to gardening and taking care of his aunts plants, the last he didn't really mind as well as the cooking, he liked being by nature and tending to life, it made him feel as if he was important to the plants and animals they fed, but also he had a secret companion he had met a year ago, a little garden snake he names Sylas, Little Sylas had known he was special he called him a "Speaker" and told him he would be respected by all snakes, he told him what he knew of magic and of the world hidden in plain sight, which wasn't all that much as he was a simple garden snake going on his instincts. Harry sprinting out to meet with his one friend didn't notice his uncle trailing slowly behind, Harry kneeling to a snake hole by some lily's spoke "Sylas my friend are you there", "Yes my friend I am with you". Slowly slithering out of his hole the green garden snake greated his friend asking about his morning and just general talk as harry tended to the flowers, suddenly there was a shadow over them as his Uncle, shovel in hand snarled at him, "So the little Freak has a friend. You don't deserve them you Brat!" raising the shovel he Beheaded poor Sylas before he could slither underground.
Harry himself was in shock, his one friend had just been killed before him. Feeling a rage build up he snarled at his uncle activating his eyes and clinging onto his head as they burned in they're sockets. Slowly to the horror of his uncle they eyes started to shift. The tomae merging into a shuriken shape slowly spinning at him, "YOU WILL SUFFER" Harry screamed focusing all of his power to his eyes and the right one started to bleed slowly, a word came to his mind almost as if it were whispered to him "Tsukuyomi." He hissed glaring into his uncles beady eyes, the world started to shift around them as harry receiving knowledge somehow began to understand his new technique. "this world is mine dear uncle. I am GOD here, now for killing my only friend I shall have you suffer the same, I shall destroy all that is dear to you here," Suddenly the form of Aunt Petunia came into existence, First Dearest aunty harry snarled giggling as he began to torture her in every way he could thing of, before killing here over and over while his uncle could only watch having been chained to a cross, "STOP please STOP" Vernon begged haven been put through what had seemed like hours of watching his beloved wife die. "Oh no dearest uncle, this has only just begun!" Now shifting to Dudley he repeated the process taking much more joy in gutting him than his aunt, after stopping what had seemed like an eternity for his uncle. Harry stated "Now it's your turn." Lopping off his limbs and using whatever other methods he knew from the few horror books and movies he'd seen he tortured his uncle taking pleasure in hearing his screams after what he had put him though, and they years of neglect and abuse. I think you have learned well uncle Harry said, ending the technique watching his uncle slop to the floor in shock and horror, his eyes shifted back to their green and he walked by saying, "there is going to be some changes from now on." After the indecent harry refused to do any other chores, instead he negotiated (threatened.) the Dursleys with months of torture using his technique unless they left him alone, They agreed not wanting to enrage the demon of there own making, no longer being unfed and neglected harry over a few months began to shapen up , he grew a few inches making him a good 4 feet 5 in tall, which was pretty dang tall for an 8 going on 9 year old. He did well in school using his eyes to memorize entire works going to the library looking up anything he could learn about his eyes, going to old legends about the magic's of old, he learned Tsukuyomi was actually the name of a Shinto god or goddess, who controlled the moon, fitting he thought since he controlled everything in that technique, his kind of own moon.
A few weeks later he now in dudleys second bedroom, was dreading sleep, for as long as he could remember he had the same nightmare, of a cold cruel laugh and a woman screaming for him all he could see was a sickly green light before waking in a pool of sweat. However he knew there wasn't much he could do so he closed his eyes, breathing in and out as he learned from books of meditation he drifted to sleep. Fluttering his eyes awake which was strange as he had just fallen asleep he slowly rose. Noticing he was in some kind of white room with no real walls or floor, just everything white, when suddenly he felt as if someone were staring at him, he turned to them only to Gasp in shock, in front of him had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with flowing black hair that seemed to suck in the light from the room to her perfect angled face that seemed to radiate power and nobility, to her body which was perfectly proportioned with curves in all the right places. She was wearing a red kimono with moving black flames gracing its sides, she smiled at him gently when he heard "Hello my dear Harry. My name is Amaterasu."
