Disclaimer-All credit goes to JK. Rowling and the makers of Naruto!
Background information is at the end of the chapter, enjoy!
"Normal Speech" - English
"Italics Speech" - Japanese
"Bold Italics Speech" - Parseltongue
Prologue: The Veil Of Death
The world was dark yet bright. Dull yet colourful. Chaotic yet serene.
Hadrian Peverell, once known as Harry James Potter or the boy-who-lived-to-become-the-man-who-conquered blinked his eyes. Twice. "Am I dead?" He whispered to no one in particular.
A black silhouette blinked into existence looming ominously overhead. Shadows clung to his silhouette and pooled at his feet. "Now, now, it wouldn't do for my master to die would it? Whatever would it look like if I couldn't even prevent my own master's death? Ne?"
Hadrian laughed. And laughed. And laughed. "So it was true then?" He chuckled. "The legends?"
"Yes. I'm afraid so, Master."
"Ironic isn't it?" Harry cocked his head to the side. "In order to stop a madman bent on gaining immortality, I gained an unwanted immortality myself."
"Yes. I suppose." Death's voice was soft and gentle. Almost melancholic.
Hadrian bit his lip and stared at death with sorrowful eyes. "I won't be able to cross over and stay with them will I?"
"No. You won't. But do not despair Master. You can always call them. You are the Master of Death. The hallows are bound to you and thus their powers are at your disposal. Call upon the power of the stone and you shall see them."
"But I don't have the stone. I dropped it in the river decades ago."
Death smiled, his scythe a blinding silver.
And then Harry let out a blood curling scream. The raven haired boy dropped to the ground in an instant and curled into a ball. It felt like his blood was boiling in his veins, his muscles shredding to pieces, and his bones breaking into a million fragments.
It was an eternity before he rose again. This time, as an ethereal being whose body shook with power. Black shadowy wings unfurled at his sides, as he stood up and faced death once again. His untamable midnight Potter hair had grew in length and hung around his shoulders with a luscious glow, his eyes a eerie emerald green with the sign of the hallows-A triangle and circle surrounding the pupil, the wand going straight through it- and his ears now pointed like a fae's.
"Massster." Death hissed approvingly at his new form.
Harry felt for lack of better words, simply amazing. Power surged through his fingertips. He felt tipsy on the prodigious power he contained. It was as if he could-no, he could crush entire civilizations now if he wished.
"A broken and upsetting life you have led, Master. Would you like to have another go?"
"What?" Harry asked snapping out of his reverie. "I'm sorry, but could you repeat yourself?"
"Although all your friends and family have crossed to the other side, the one who fell still remains." Death whispered his voice carried over to Harry like a breeze.
Emerald eyes widened in amazement and shock-a flame of hope ignited. "He-He-He still lives? B-But it's been so many years!"
"Time passes differently in this other world Master. And though Sirius Black lives, he lives not as himself."
"Wh-then who?" Harry asked, no demanded. "Tell me!"
"Patience little Master. All will be known in due time. But first, do you want to cross?"
"Yes! Yes, I do."
"Then cross you shall. Now sleep. When you awaken, you shall find yourself in the body of your counterpart in this world. But be warned, this world is filled with danger, much more so than your own."
"What do you mean?"
"Ninjas Master. Ninjas. There there is no magic there, instead, it is replace by charka." The reaper like figure exclaimed. "However, don't worry little Master. Your powers are bound to your soul and thus your magic will just follow you to this other world. To others, it would just be another kekkei genkei (blood limit) albeit a new and powerful one. And that's not counting your new powers as Master of Death!"
"My new powers?"
"Ah yesss, your new powers!" And with that, Death cackled gleefully, his eyes glimming with mischief. "Unfortunately, Your mortal shell will not be able to handle all the powers at once, but fear not! As you grow older, that shell of yours will strengthen, and you will gain access to them bit by bit! Sayonara for now Little Master!"
Perhaps it was wrong for him to feel that way, but a sense of impending doom lingered in his mind as he heard the echoes of Deaths cackles.
And with that, Hadrian Peverell became no more.
AN:
Ohayo everyone! XD Okay, I admit my Japanese sucks so if there's any spelling errors, please correct me! Also, suggestions are welcome!
Enjoy, comment, vote!
Background information:
Harry Potter calls himself Hadrian Peverell because after the second wizarding wars, Harry Potter became the brightest star in the wizarding world. He lived reluctantly in the limelight for decades as their precious savior, before he could take it no longer-the countless attempts at spiking his food with love potions, attempts to trick him into a marriage contract, relentless fan girls and boys, their shinning smiles and hero worship- and vanished. After all, his friends were long gone. All of them dead either from the war, revenge seekers, sickness or age. And yet, he remained, never changing, never aging, death denying him death. Thus Hadrian Peverell was born and led a life anew. A life Harry Potter always wanted. A life free of endless praises and sugar coated smiles. A life without the relentless stalkers and media, each watching his every action like a predatory hawk. A life where he could finally breathe.
Many decades passed after the creation of his new identity before the muggles discovered them. Then, it was the Salem witch trials all over again. Except this time, it wasn't just the witches that were hunted. Every magical being, creature, was wanted. Even squibs. And Earth, Earth became a endless sea of grey. Towering glass skyscrapers, flying cars, floating houses. Heck, wood had became the most expensive and valuable commodity!
And so it was decided that if he could not die through magical nor physical wounds, he would leave this world for a better one. Hence, Hadrian joined the ministry's department of mysteries in a race against time-sorry, muggles-to discover or rather research an ancient artifact said to exist even before the times of Merlin. The Veil Of Death.
So here ends the story of Unspeakable Captain Griffin as he jumps into the veil to start anew.
AN: Soooo, any guesses as to who Sirius is?
Choose your favourite storyline!
A. Harry's parentage
1)Jiraiya's child
2)Of Uchiha descent
3)A normal civilian family
4)Civillian background but inherits a kekkei genkei.
5)Unkown orphan
6) Kakashi's child or niece
7) Parents are survivors of the destruction of Uzushiogakure
8) A Senju
B. Harry's background
-Born in Konoha or not?-
1) Befriends Naruto in the orphanage
2) Escape from the bloodline purges in Kiri
3) Running from the war-torn Ame
4) One of Orochimaru's experiments
5) Found wondering the woods by a Konoha team.
6) Rouses attention from unique looks (If of one of Konoha nin's descent)
7) Mother is a geisha and with Harry having spontaneous cases of accidental magic or "charka uses" in their view can't afford to keep her around.
Okay, so I have like a basic outline of the plot already, but somehow, I just can't seem to decide on Harry's background because each of them could branch out into so many different possibilities. Sure, I think I do know what will most likely to be, but changing anything ain't impossible, so vote and share your opinion! :) Oh, and please note that this this will be a fem Harry story.
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