A/N: Hey y'all, I don't have any idea where thids story came from. It just sort of made itself known. Anyway I just want to warn you that this story WILL NOT be bashing Dumbledore, or any of the Weaselys. I can't tell you how annoying it is to read stories with excessive character bashing. However, I WILL be bashing the Durselys because they actually deserve it. As do several of the ninja of Konoha.

As you may have guessed by now, this is a Harry Potter/Naruto Crossover. I own nothing. (Author: *pouts*) I do however own this plot bunny so far so I suppose that means something.

Before I get started, Yes the Kyuubi is still sealed within Naruto. He will be playing a larger role later in the story. Yes Harry is still the Boy-Who-Lived, and the Dursleys will still be visible minor characters in the story. I haven't found a way to do away with that nifty little blood magic that Petunia grudgingly provides yet. Any suggestions?

Anyway, Onward.

Four Private Drive

Little Whinging, Surrey, England

Harry James Potter

He was a slip of a boy. No older than four or five years of age, small with messy, jet black hair and the most brilliant emerald green eyes. He was bespectacled, far too thin, and had a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He wore clothes far to large for him and sported a myriad of bruises littering his tiny frame. Currently he also bore bloody welts down his back, visible through the tears in his clothing. Tears filled his eyes and his small hands shook with the effort not to make any sound that his abusers could hear.

Pain lanced up his back as he shifted in the darkness of his cupboard. He bit his lip so that he wouldn't cry out and tried to remember what he had done this time to deserve the whipping that he had received. It didn't help that every time that he had asked what he had done, his uncle only whipped him that much harder. He fought back the tears again and tried to get comfortable on his thin mattress pulling up the only comforting object that he had, his blanket.

He was exhausted and drained and he could only hope that he would be forgotten about for the rest of the night. As he thought about the still stinging welts and cuts on his back, he was unable to keep the tears from falling. A silent and desperate wish formed in his heart. The desperate need for him to be somewhere where he wasn't a freak, where he would never be beaten again, and where he could be loved. He longed for a mother and a father that he could look to for anything, and brothers and sisters that he could play with. Oh how he wanted a family where he belonged.

Having cried himself to sleep, the little boy, barely five years old, did not notice the world around him spin. He did not notice his cupboard in which he slept disappear, nor was he aware of the change in his surroundings when the world did stop spinning. He was far to exhausted to notice anything about his unique situation. That is, until a few hours later when he would be awoken by a shocked scream.

1313 Sparrow Street (1)

Konohagakure, Fire Country, Japan (2)

Naruto Uzumaki

He huddle in a corner of the dark alley where they had finally left him. Nothing more than a bundle of worn and patched clothing. No older than five years old, though he appeared younger do to his smaller size. His yellow blond hair was dirty and matted with what could only be blood, his own due to the cut near the edge of his hair line. Three distinct marks, perhaps scars, marked each of his cheeks, he wasn't sure where they had come from, they had just always been there. Scared and tired blue eyes searched the alley way for any signs of his attackers.

Seeing no one he managed to follow the elongated shadows back to the apartment where he lived. Fortunately he was able to avoid running into any other angry mobs and even his drunk landlord. He slipped quietly into his home and bolted the door after getting a stool to stand on. He remained quiet so as not to draw any attention to himself or where he lived. The bolt might hold out, but the old door might not.

Shakily he made his way into the bathroom in order to clean up. It was a ritual he had become accustomed to, and he rarely cried anymore. Yes, he cried while he was being beaten, but hardly ever when he clean himself after the fact. He wandered if it was just because he didn't have any tears left to cry, even though the pain was always there. He hissed as a particularly deep cut stung on his arm. He tried to remember if it had been from a kunai or from that one guy that was using a tanto.

He looked at the cut and something in him broke. He couldn't take it anymore. How was he supposed to keep getting hurt like this, fix himself up just for it to happen again in a day or two? What had he ever done to them? Why? Tears welled up in those wonderfully blue eyes. Eyes so full of fear, pain, and betrayal. This was his village, why did they hate him? He wasn't old enough or strong enough for him to have done anything that could possibly hurt them. So why did they always target him?

He let out a quiet sob and clenched his fists. He wanted it all to end. He wanted to be safe, away from all of this pain and hatred. He wanted and needed someone that would care for him, love him even. But he knew that it was almost impossible to find that kind of thing where he was. With a frustrated and anguished scream, torn from his lips against his will, he collapsed to the floor of his bathroom. His eyes had rolled up into his sockets and his body went rigid before he suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a few drops of blood and the echo of a wail.

For a moment the entire village felt a pulse of powerful enraged chakra before it suddenly slipped out of existence. Those that actually knew what it was jumped to their feet and rushed to the apartment of one very small and blond boy. They would not find him, and those that did secretly care for the boy, became acutely aware that he was completely and utterly gone.

A/N: So what did you guys think? I know it was pretty short, but i just wanted to see how well i could convey the emotion of each of the boys.

now as for those little numbers and what they mean:

(1) 1313 Sparrow Street. I don't think that they actually have addresses in the Narutoverse, but I'm making it so that they do. The 1313 refers to the fact that everyone seems to think that 13 is a very unlucky number. Seriously though, it's just a number. Sparrow Street is a foreshadowing just so you know, and you shall see why in the next chapter, which I promise will be longer.

(2) Japan. Yes I have decided to go with the fact that Konoha and the rest of the hidden villages are hidden in Japan somewhere. This is after all a crossover so why not right?

Anyway, stay tuned I'll probably update in the next two days. Read and Review, Please no flames, honestly they don't do anything for anybody, and they only serve to make me angry and spitefull.