Summary: Harry has been living through the centuries, watching as the world changes and magic becoming a thing of the past. Now he's living near Konoha when a small Blonde orphan finds his humble abode.

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR NARUTO! (Though I wish I could)

CHAPTER 1

It has been many years since Harry Potter had any special kind of bond with anyone. The thing is Harry Potter is immortal because of the Deathly Hallows, which meant he could never die or grow old, since he still looked like he did when he was 17. He has seen many deaths, including his loved ones and many changes over the centuries, like civilizations collapsing and building. Harry, himself, has changed slightly over the years. He had grown from5"5" to 5"9", his hair grown to his waist, and Harry no longer needed glasses. With his experiences over the course of history, The-Boy-Who-Lived decided to not form bonds, get attached to, or make friends with anybody so the golden boy would not have to go through the pain of lose ever again.

After centuries of moving from place to new place the Master of Death had finally found the perfect place to settle down for a good long while. A quaint little cottage that was hidden from view perfectly, a nice big clearing in front which could be used as a garden (for magical and non magical plants), and far enough from a village not to be disturbed but close enough to buy the things Harry cannot make by himself, like tools and such.

After living in the area (which he found out it was Fire country and the nearby village Konoha) for nearly 80 years (mandara, and the kyuubi happened, plus the villagers don't pay attention to Harry at all because of notice me not charms and wards that prevent anyone with ninja training to enter on the property), something unexpected happened.

Harry was tending to his garden like any other day when suddenly a little blonde blur ran into him.

"I'm sowwy mistew! I dun't mean 'o wun in'o you!"

Harry looked at the owner of the (cute) little voice, what he saw enraged him. A small little boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, he doesn't look older than 2 years old but that wasn't why he was angry, no, the reason why he was angry were the bruises and lacerations that decorate the tiny boy's body. Harry tried to calm himself on the inside as to not scare the poor kid away.

"It's alright no harm done, my name is Harry, what's yours little one?" the raven asked with a smile.

The small child smiled back "My name Nawu'o, and I is 4 year old!"