There were once three orphans who lived and died. They all passed on with smiles on their faces knowing that their dream of peace would live on the will of someone they can trust. They all languished protecting their friendship, for the safety of their companions and their desires in a cruel world.
They lived in a country of never-ending rain. One of the orphans would say that the deluge is the villagers' tears and vowed to stop it. The three were thrust into the horrible pangs of war. Their childhood were was stolen by the merciless hands of fate. They spent their time raiding for food to ease the hunger they felt, to survive in the cruel world they lived in. The orphans sticked together through thick and thin through the Hidden Village of the Rain.
War dawned on the tumultuous lands of the Elemental Nations. The series of events left all of them to die peacefully and happily, but even though their ending was met with contented grins of a life that is full of sufferings and hardships, their story was a sad one, one of the several sad stories that graced the land of the shinobi. One of them died for a companion in need. Another one sacrificed hi slife for the those he killed. The lone female of the group died protecting the dreams of her compatriots.
The Ame Orphans ceased to exist at one point, but they all woke up to a world different from theirs. The horrors of conflict were close to none in this world. It was a world of magic and and wonder, a world that was way too innocent for their standards. A place where the biggest problem was figuring out what kind of candy you would buy, and not scouring for food on waste bins or worrying about the imminent doom to befall upon you. They were contented by this standards, happy even. They even got a childhood that they deserve and parents to look after them this time. Who were they to complain?
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Harry Potter was a weird baby. He was often quiet and reserved and acts as if he was detached to his surroundings. He observed his surroundings with a gaze not befitting for a child of that age. He would only make those annoying, whiny baby noises whenever he wants his diaper changed or if he was really hungry. The rest of the time… he was silent.
But magic seems to work miracles on the baby. His bright green eyes would sparkle with childish wonder whenever Lily ad James would light up their wands with colourful sparkles. He would gurgle happily and clap his little hands together whenever his Uncle Padfoot would morph into his Animagus form and back as if he knew what exactly he was doing. Magic made their little baby act like his age for once.
Then the Potters were forced into hiding after the prophecy was issued at Hog's Head. They lived in Godric's Hollow, the cottage was protected with the Fidelius Charm so they would not be found easily. They assigned James' best friend, Sirius Black to their secret keeper, but due to his insistence, they switched the role with another one of the Maruders, Peter Pettigrew. Not even Dumbledore or Remus knew of it.
Harry attached himself to his mother like how chewing gum was sticking to healthy hair, difficult to ramify the two, much to James' disappointment. Lily would just smile at her son and cuddle him warmly and would comment how adorable little Harry was.
The toddler would occasionally shoot wary glares at Peter. The rat-man would flinch at the sight of how those intense green eyes would stare at him with visceral penetration that it felt like his soul was also being judged by some kind of powerful being, like being judged by God. There was just something in the child's glare that anyone directed by it would crawl back to his hole and make the devil himself cry for Mommy. It was filled with the ominous desire to castrate his internal organs and regurgitate his entrails in the most humiliating way possible, and use said vitals to hang his head in the middle of the town. He knew it was abnormal that the child deduced that he betrayed the Potter's location to the dark lord. The gaze would say 'you're-a-dead-man-once-I-get-my-hands-on-you'. It has a promise of pain.
Lily would sometimes catch his son's eyes shift into something else entirely. Harry's irides would turn into light purple with ripple-like pattern that spread out through his sclera, but they would turn back to their normal emerald hue just as quickly as she thought they appeared. The witch would just dismiss it as a trick of light, and would proceed to whatever business she was doing.
James was so proud of his son's little cases of accidental magic. Call it little, but they more often than not involve with a lot of property damage on the Potter's part. Things around his room would cram up in the corners like a badly arranged bedroom and pushed together as if the surrounding repulsive force made them the way they are. And then the floor would also cave in as if somebody tried to split the ground and failed miserably at it. It caused a lot of problems for the Potters. They had a difficult time fixing and arranging back the things back to normal. The little incident was never repeated again, ,much to Sirius and James' disappointment.
But all things changed on the All Hallows' Eve in 1981.
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Nagato felt weird being alive again, even more so as a healthy baby. He was stuck in a body of a baby with a mind of a shinobi that survived through three wide-scale World Wars. (He was technically a zombie in the last one, but hey! He still fought as a warrior and as a shinobi, albeit reluctantly). But who cares? He's got a family again, and he has parents that love him to boot, although, he felt spiffy about their friend Peter. His aura practically screams of traitor, and it was really grating on his shinobi senses.
He would often wonder about the things around him, especially his parents. They sometimes bring out their long stick thingies that would pour out with colourful sparks like a lit firecracker, but he was thoroughly amazed with what his godfather could do. He would transform into a huge black dog to entertain him. He was a bit miffed at first, he was certain that it was by no means a genjutsu, or some kind of stupid henge that he uses. He could actually make himself turn into a dog and back as a human.
Sometimes, when he is alone he would try turning his Rinnegan on and off. He loved the colour of his new eyes and it was probably a little freaky if his eyes would change somehow. As far as he was concerned, the people he have seen so far have normal eye color, and none of them would be happy to find out he has ripples in his sclera. He was a bit careless about it, he would turn them on sometimes when he thought his parents were not in his room, would panic for a second, and quickly turn them back off.
One time, he practiced Shinra Tensei with his small reserves. He noted that he should take care of it much sooner, but since he was an infant, it would probably replenish to their normal levels as he grows up. He was giddy of the fact that he could still do it, granted that it drained him much more than he expected it and the collateral damage in his room was a hassle to fix.
He catches snippets of conversations at times. As far as he was concerned, his parents were fighting in it. He died a little in the inside. War brings a lot of pain and unpleasant things, and he would likely lose his parents this time around, just the same as he had in his previous life. They were against a man with a silly name who is considered as the Dark Lord. From what he gathered, this Mouldy-Wart something or other was a prejudiced bastard who wanted to get rid of the filth in the Magical Community. He immediately hated the man when he heard that he freely kills the people who are against his resolve, and actually enjoys it. Sick bastard.
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Ron Weasley gazed at brilliant blue sky longingly. Who knew it was this beautiful? The calming azure shade that painted the heavens, it was relaxing and soothing to the soul. The puffy, white clouds were like the cotton breaths of little chubby angels that he would often see on the tapestries. He perched himself on the rooftop of the burrow, admiring the beauty of the blue sky. He was never a big fan of heights, but buildings in Ame always looked like steampunked satellite towers and they would sometimes climb these towers just to kill time, during those times when things were relatively simple and Konan, Nagato, and him would raid the town for food, and other odd jobs to support themselves.
Molly and Arthur always found this weird quirk of his alarming. It would cause more than a few broken bones if he ever falls off from the rooftop.
"Come on, Mum. He'll be safe, he's done it for several times and hasn't been hurt yet", the eldest, Bill, would coax her. Molly, being the mother hen that she is would glare at him.
Ron is a carefree child. He is cheerful and possesses a goofy smile that makes the youngest Weasley son to effortlessly charm the people around him. The grinning idiot would help the terror twins in experimenting with their prototype merchandise (thanking all that is holy he wasn't the receiving end of any), arrange traps for the unlucky victims (mostly their brothers), and devising their escape route if ever a prank has gone wrong (which rarely happens). He is also quite charismatic and has the aura of a natural-born leader that made Percy envious.
"This is a corrupted society", he would declare using the dinner table as some kind of elevated platform.
"Look at the minister", he would exclaim pointing on a badly drawn caricature of Cornelius Fudge. ("Hey, you can't blame me if I'm bad at drawing!"- Ron. Fred and George snickered). "It may not be obvious, but Fudge is a person who desires power above all things. Without Dumbledore, what is he? He allows himself to be drowned in galleons by guilty people who walk free. What do you think is the reason why those stinkin' rich pureblood, prejudiced, bigoted idiots? Because of the money! Because he allows himself to be blackmailed by people who work for Mouldy-shorts!...", and he would continue his inspired rant about power, greed, leadership, friendship, yadda, yadda.
"You know-", Fred started .
"If you listen-", George continued.
"much more carefully-", Fred would say.
"it actually makes sense", the two chorused together.
And then Percy would argue about his reasoning with heavy basis on written laws , and unspoken rules and such. Everyone knows that the glasses-wearing redhead aspires becoming the Minister of Magic one day, and sticks on the laws like mud. Needless to say, he was disturbed by his brother's logic of breaking rules to make change.
Then goes, "I cry bullshit!", and Ron would proceed to curb stomp Percy in a heated debate with powerful words and large vocabulary. The Weasley brood would watch these tirades as a form of entertainment. Who knew that Ron has such a colourful vocabulary?
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Yahiko gazed at the pouring rain. It was August and the torrential downpour would come at this time of the year.
"I hate the rain", he would explain to little Ginny, who wonders why her brother would look at the rain with sad eyes, "It's sad and I hate it. It wasn't long since Voldemort had risen to power"-she flinched at the mention of the name, "-It's like the country is a big crybaby, like they never moved on. It's like the heavens resonate with their sadness… to remind what they have lost in the war."
He had a family now. A loving mother, a hardworking father, five big brothers: awesome Bill, reckless Charlie, rule-abiding Percy, mischievous Fred and George, and he has an adorable little sister in the form of Ginny. He wondered why he was alive again, as his own and not some puppet controlled by his best friend. He remembered all those things he had done as the Deva Path. The destruction of Konoha, battling the nine-tailed jinchuuriki, and hell, he even remembered that he along with the other paths killed Master Jiraiya.
He was a bit miffed about Nagato though, sure he had continued the dream he wanted ,but he was being blindly controlled by what's his name again? Uchiha Madara. He was also curious about the Uzumaki Naruto that he battled, he was also the student of Master Jiraiya.
And the Deva Path, Nagato's powers were so awesome, his body was the first path. It reminded him of that Muggle movie, Star Wars. He was a closet fan of the said series and Fred and George were the only ones aware of his addiction. His brothers brought back stories from Hogwarts, he sighed, he won't go in there until next year.
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Mr. and Mrs. Granger always knew that their daughter Hermione was a smart child. She would always bury herself in books, and is always eager to learn new things. She was fascinated with the latest developments in technology, and would ask questions on things she was curious with. But there was something wrong with her, she was way mature for her age. Her eyes possess longing and a faraway gaze whenever it starts to rain outside. It was as of the rain has something precious to her. And Hermione just seems to be so…aloof, indifferent to her surroundings, so emotionless that made the two wonder if there was something wrong on the way they raised their daughter. Her face never betrays any kind of surprise or reaction. But they knew that deep inside that she loved them, and they loved her back. She would smile sometimes, whenever there was a special occasion or when they give her something she does not ask for.
The dentists knew that their little angel was unique the moment she opened her eyes. They were focused and her gaze was always alert. She also had the reflex to inspect things thoroughly, eyes flickering with her surroundings. And sometimes, they caught her in the backyard sparring with invisible enemies with karate moves with grace and precision that they were confident that she can take care of herself. Although, they did wonder where she learned all those things from, and she would say "those ninja movies where they take down enemies with martial arts". They were fairly sure watching those ninja movies does not teach one how to become a master at hand-to-hand combat.
And the papers, the girl needed paper as much as a normal human would need oxygen. Hermione was a master in the art of origami. She can turn the most useless of scraps into a fine work of art with her natural knack of paper folding. She would make flowers, butterflies, birds, arrows out of them with practiced ease. She can make anything if she puts her mind into it. She even had a paper rose clipped on her hair with her customary bun and brown tresses frames on her face.
The bookworm would even turn paper into those strange star things that they have seen in nija movies, and throw them fondly onto the walls of her room. Oddly enough, they pierced through the concrete when normal paper shouldn't.
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Konan was fairly sure she died the last time she was aware that she was breathing. That goddamned bastard Tobi outsmarted her even after all those crazy preparations she made to make sure the deranged masked man would be blasted to smithereens. Uchihas and their Sharingan, no wonder Itachi decided to kill all of them overnight. They were too powerful for their own good. But then again, she ended up in a new world with no threats of war looming over the horizon, a fresh start for the kunoichi. There were only two conflicts in history that was considered as a World War, and the last one was 50 years ago. It was much better. At least, she even got to keep her powers intact.
She wondered why there was an owl rapping her window. She opened it.
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A/N: Trying my luck in doing a Naruto/HP crossover. This thing is just a random plot bunny that popped out of my head, and the fact that I'm currently checking out Reborn at Hogwarts by Phoenixyfriend where the Akatsuki were reborn as different characters from Harry Potter, read it, I promise you'll love it. (I would also thank Phoenix for clearing up some stuff for me, I know it was quite troublesome for you).Plus, I love the Ame Orphans. Their past is very sad (almost all people from Naruto have a sad past, but oh well) , and they're powerful with Nagato and his Rinnegan, Konan and her paper jutsus though we haven't seen much of Yahiko. Well, you might see some little funny stuff in the chapter above, because honestly I had no idea what the hell I am writing about, and I just kept on writing random stuff all over, especially in the part of Yahiko/Ron.
My opinion about the Sharingan: honestly, it's totally biased. Some people work hard in learning techniques and mastering it, but with the Sharingan they can just copy the seals right off. It would be an insult, right? Although, I'll admit the Mangekyo techniques are totally awesome. I think Kishi just overpowered/overdone the Uchihas. Well, superior genes and stuff? It's like in school where the laziest in class always get the highest scores with seemingly no effort. Next chapter? Maybe next week or so. School's back in June 10, and I will try to update the story before the date.
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