Naruto was floating.
It was so soft here. And dark. He couldn't see a thing, yet he felt calm. Were his eyes closed? He must be dreaming. Naruto blinked. A light. A pinprick of brightness, shining through. Cracks of light spread through the darkness like a mirror breaking until everything - shattered.
A boy, hardly past his fifteenth year by the looks of it. He was tossing and turning in his sleep, and obviously entangled in a terrible nightmare.
"Serious, not serious!"
Naruto heard one of the feverish mutters. It made no sense to him, but the boy looked so troubled. Without thinking, Naruto started to place a hand on the boy's shoulder. Startled green met startled blue.
"What-"
And then Naruto woke up, chest heaving as if he had trained for several days without rest. His arm was outstretched, reaching for something that wasn't there. He wiped off the sweat from his forehead and laughed ruefully. Luckily, Jiriaya was in a sake-induced stupor and unlikely to wake up any times soon.
"At this age, I should be dreaming of busty kunoichi. Not skinny teenage boys!" Naruto said half-jokingly to himself. Great, he rarely had dreams, and when he did, they had to be freaky ones featuring a person he didn't know. Naruto clutched his chest. But the boy had seemed so familiar...
In another world, a startled Harry Potter sat up quickly in his bed. Scanning the room for any intruders, he held his wand warily. There was no one. Shaking his head, Harry decided to try and go back to sleep.
He had been so sure that he had seen someone...
Author's Note: Yay, I don't have to feel bad about writing something so short. This is a collection of drabbles, all relating to Harry Potter (because I knew I could never finish all the the crossovers the plot bunnies had in mind). And the Naruto arc is probably going to be the longest one. BTW, Naruto is almost 14 and Harry 15 in this chapter.
So. Review please!