The Polls have shown that everyone likes my Naruto/Harry Potter crossover more than my Harry Potter/Yuyu Hakusho/Inuyasha cocktail thing, and my pure Harry Potter story.

So now I have thought up a new way for this to go with the same plot, kinda. Things that happened last time might happen again, but not in the same way. And hopefully this will be much more interesting to all of you, including myself.

Thank you for Voting if you did!

"Normal English"

-Parseltongue-

"/Mystery \"

Prologue: Mistakes

"Are you going Home for the Christmas Break. Harry?" Harry James looked up startled glancing away from the Potions book sitting on his lap. He'd been reading the textbook since the beginning of lunch nearly fifteen minutes ago, and no one had said a word to him yet. Now he missed the silence dearly.

Ginny and Hermione were looking at him from across the Gryffindor table; Hermione with her head tilted slightly, her well known 'thinking mode'

"…No." He answered slowly, closing his finger in the pages of his book to save his page as he glanced at the two girls. "When do I ever?" Ron laughed, throwing food everywhere as he clapped his hand against the smaller boy's back and Harry jolted, barely saving his book from a messy death involving gravy and pumpkin juice.

"Never!" He answered cheerfully "It's like you hate them or something." Harry turned to him, raising an eyebrow with a smile "But I know you do care for them." To those who could see, the smile turned false in a heartbeat and Harry finally book marked his page, standing from the table.

"I'm going to go get started on my Potion's essay, ok guys? I'll be in the library." He didn't miss the lookthat Hermione and Ginny gave each other as Ron dove back into his food. Once he got to the Great Hall doors he hid in the shadows cast by the large structures and glanced back to see the three of them talking, heads bent together. He snorted with a roll of his eyes, then turned and left

Fools the lot of them.

Now in the library he was interrupted once again, an hour and a half later, but by a different source.

"Harry, my boy." Harry jumped in his seat, pulling the text he was reading against his chest as he looked up, eyes wide.

"Gods, Professor." He breathed, letting out a sigh as he placed the book down "Don't do that, Sir." Dumbledore laughed.

"So sorry if I scared you, I just came to talk to you, because I heard that you were going to stay here for the winter holidays." At that Harry tilted his head.

Heard from whom?

"You mean I am staying here." Blue eyes twinkled, and Harry fought the frown that wanted to grow on his face.

"The school is getting its wards redone this winter. It is best if you go home."

"I'll still be safe." Harry started confused. "This school has multiple ward cast on it's stone structure, a Warder would have to undo one then recast it, and that isn't even done here. Besides the Wards here are only recharged every century due to their power." And this isn't they year that happens. Harry continued the train of thought mentally. Who is he playing for a fool here?

"Nevertheless, I do not feel that you will be safe in these walls, with Warders I do not know having the go throughout the school, and no one there to make sure that you remain safe. It is best that you return to your relatives." Harry shook his head, forgoing that argument.

"Have you told them?"

"They have been informed and your Uncle sent back a reply stating that they'd happily have you for Christmas." Harry flinched.

"Happily my ass." He muttered, then without a glance to the headmaster he gathered all this things and left the Headmaster sitting were he was a livid scowl on his face.

This is not going to end well!


Ron found him crouched over his trunk after Dinner, vials of an ocher blue potion sitting on his dresser, with a piece of parchment and quell beside it.

"What cha up to?" Ron asked, moving through the room to plop down on his bed to Harry's left.

"Stocking up on my nutrient potions." Harry answered absentmindedly, scribbling on the parchment again. Ron leaned forward to glance at the parchment, but only saw little doodles on the page and grinned.

"Drawing again?" He stated with a laugh. Harry turned to glance at him with a smile, then picked up his bag, stuffing the parchment into it.

"I'm going to go to Madam Pomfrey to get these and talk to her for a bit, don't wait up for me, ok?" Ron nodded ever readily then started to pull his pajamas out as Harry strolled out the door.

I wonder if he even realizes all that I lie to him about. Harry wondered idly, easily taking a Parseltonguerequired short cut to get to the fifth floor in five minutes.

"And what do you think you are doing, Mister Potter?" That familiar baritone voice made him sigh irritably, then he turned slightly on his heel, looking over his shoulder

"What I think I am doing has nothing to do with you Professor Snape, pardon if I sound rude, but I don't have much time until curfew and I have a potion to make and a healer to talk to."

" 'A potion to make'?" Snape mimicked, raising an eyebrow "And what over third year material do you think you can make with out supervision?" Harry finally rolled his eyes turning to glare at the professor fully.

"Only something I have needed since my first year here. And don't worry, I'm not stealing from your storage, I buy or collect my own ingredients." The other eyebrow joined its brother, and Harry smirked.

"Oh nothing much, if that's what you want to know, wormwood, infusion of maple leaf and oaken branch slivers is easy to collect where I live. If you'd excuse me." He made to turn but Snape stopped him.

"Wait. You said you needed to go see the Healer, whatever for? Does the Boy-Who-Lived have a headache?" Harry closed his eyes with an exhale of breath.

"No." He started sarcastically "I'm just severely under weight, my bone mass is nearly half of what it should be, my internal organs are very delicate and my skin is so sensitive it doesn't tan plus I bruise way too easily. I'm rather delicate see. The Madam has me on a strict list of potions to get my immune system back in track and I don't want to get sick again simply because the Headmaster wants to sent me back to the Dursleys during the winter." Snape blinked "Sarcastic enough for you Professor?" Harry asked with a smirk

"Five points from Gryffindor for rude behavior." Snape spoke as if in shock.

"Thanks for the complement, Professor." Harry turned to leave again

"The hospital wing is on the seventh floor."

"And as you no doubt already know, the Student's Potions wing is here. I have work to do, excuse me."


A day later a train ride, and then a cramped ride in an old car Harry didn't remember Vernon having, he stood in his old room once again, hearing his trunk being shoved into his old room then locked away. Before he could get searched, Harry placed a small box and a bag into the loose floorboard, then sat on the bed, turning to the window. When the door opened banging off the wall he only stood, eyes down cast.

"Strip." Mind on auto, he did as ordered, letting his clothes drop to the floor. Vernon chuckled "You always look so pretty when you come back from there." He commented smirking, black gaze roaming. "You've also become a celebrity. So many calls I got, customers asking that you be brought back early so they can met you. Imagine how happy they were when they found out they can visit." Harry flinched.

"Recite the rules!"

"One: don't speak, you're not allowed to speak unless spoken too." Harry started at a monotone. "Two: you are worth nothing, need nothing, and want nothing. Three: don't ever tell." He fell silent and Vernon crackled.

"Good. You have twenty minutes, get ready. Three customers this time, six hours each."


Then man came to his personal hell, after paying Vernon fifty pounds for every hour they got, alone. But, there was always that one man who made sure to have his 'prize' for long periods of time, and Harry knew he was a wizard.

But on Christmas Day is when it all became too much.

The one man that always took him away for a full day every week brought him a present.

It was a missive from the Dark Lord

"I can't tell him where you are exactly." The Death Eater explained, "But I told the Dark Lord what is going on and he wanted me to play this for you. He also wants a response." Then the man left.

How…can he even get in this house?? Harry thought furiously, his gaze unable to stray from the simple tape recorder that sat where the man had left it.

The truth dawned on him like a ice cold shower.

Vernon invited him here. That invitation canceled out the wards.

After an hour of staring at the tape player, he finally pressed the play button.

-Greetings, Harry Potter.-The soft tones of Parseltongue came through the speaker and Harry jumped. -As you no doubt already know this is The Dark Lord Voldemort. I send this message in peace, but with a question I must ask of you. Three nights ago one of my followers came to me saying they know where you live, yet can not say the name of the area. He stated that he was a business partner of your Uncle's and saw you in the home, working...but I suspect more than this, for I smelt a lie on him. And the smell of you and sex. - Harry jolted back, eyes wide.

-Of all the things disgusting in this world, the Rape of a Child, which despite what you might think is what you are, is at the top of what I call repulsive. Are you a victim of this man? Are there any more that have done this to you? Just tell me and they will all one day bow at your feet, blooded and torn.- The tape cut off. Shaking Harry stopped the tape, and then curled into a ball.

What…irony. The only thing I truly need saving from…and the only help I get us from is a killer. a bubble of hysterical laughter escaped and he quickly stuffled it.

Without a second thought Harry grabbed the recorder and hit the red button.


Lord Voldemort glanced up as a small bird of strange origin appeared in his private rooms, clutching a familiar device in its claws.

"Father," A young man started, slowly rising from his seat "…do you know what that is?"

"…Thread." Voldemort stated in awe. Only Potter could have made this and sent the recorder back. "He…has to be." Quickly standing the man reached a hand out, and the small bird dropped the device, before flapping it's wings, swirled around the younger man in the room for a turn, it's body slowly disintegrating as it flew, then dissolved into nothing.

"Cool." The boy breathed, raising a hand to the small glowing specks in the air left in the bird's wake. After Voldemort regained his senses, he hit play.

-What do you want from me? I know you want me dead, so why ask if others decided to use me before I was dead? You say that you hate Child Rapists, yet I know from the histories of the First War you set on Britain, Rape was a favored past time of your followers.

I won't acknowledge, accept or deny that man until I know what you are up to, Tom Riddle. And I don't want to be played with.

Don't ask me about the bird, I won't tell you anything. When you finish, it will materialize once more and bring it back to me, so leave that man alone, he seems to be acting odd around me now, congrats for that.

Leave me alone now, will you?-

Voldemort let out a surprised chuckle.

"What did he say?" The boy demanded, then abruptly sat when Voldemort shot him a glance

"There is a reason that you can not understand Parseltongue, my son." The teen frowned

"Oh and there is for him?"

"You know that is so."

"So you are absolutely sure know." Voldemort erased the message

"Positively. He is the one."


Points finger to the ceiling

Shush! I think my mumsie wants my crappy laptop back!

(joking, just joking)


eheh updated 11/15/08

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