Of Crimson and Jade

AN: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto, sorry.

This story is a sort of crossover between Harry Potter and Naruto, but it revolves around an original character. This story will be AU, because I'm the authoress for this little adventure so what I say goes.

The Prologue and little tidbits at the beginning of each chapter will be from the point of view of the main character, Jade. The rest will remain third person.

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Prologue: Hello

My name is Jade Potter. I am Harry Potter's little sister, that's right, I am the younger sister to the chosen one –he hates, erm, hated that title.

Voldermort is dead, and gone, and Harry is dying. Not from a curse or a hex, but old age.

Harry Potter is nearly two hundred and fifty years old. How you ask? Magic. I am nearly there as well. Magic again? Not quite.

You see, I am a vampire. And before you ask, no, Harry is not a vampire. I was changed at seventeen. Lucky me.

My brother, knowing his death was at hand, cast a ritual spell and sent me away. He knew, that for me, he was the last thing that bound me to that world –and my sanity.

Yes, that world. Harry sent me to a whole new world. He used the last of his magic to send me away to a place where I might start again and be happy.

That is how I ended up in the Village Hidden in the Leaves, Konohagakure. That's right, a hidden village. With ninja.

Don't worry, I didn't believe at first either. But I have since be convinced.

So here I am, in a village where ninja live and thrive. But I don't just stay in this village, I have become a part of it.

I was found and taken in by Tsunade-baa-chan –don't tell her I called her that- and have been taught how to survive in this tough world. And, as repayment for her –eh- kindness, I have done what I swore I would never do again.

This world is a strange and marvelous place, and the people remind me of where I used to live. The more things change the more they stay the same.

So this is how I found myself back behind a wooden desk, not in front of youngsters –oh no, I'm to dangerous for that- but in front people who look to be the same age as me –keyword is look.

Now I've become both teacher and student yet again. And here I thought at nearly 250 years of age there wasn't much more a being could learn.

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Well, what do you think? Good or bad? Should I keep going?

I would like to have at least three reviews before I continue. (I know, I know, but I need motivation)