I refuse to disclaim this story again, for the disclaim-her-him go to the prologue where it will silently keep watch over the following chapters.

AN: I cannot believe how many people have already added this story to their lists and c2's. I hope this chapter and the many more to come will not disappoint y'all!

Special thanks to my mega-awesome six reviewers who took time to actually review!: Taboo22, JuMiKu, xXxOtAkU-444xXx, ArrancarMaiden, Simpleinsanity, TheBlackSeaReaper.

Now on to the chapter!

Chapter 1: At the end of the tunnel

Sitting on the porch of his home, a boy was hearing his mother scream. Sitting next to the boy was his younger brother. His parents had made him babysit. Which gave him some quality-time with his little brother.

"Why does mommy scream like that? Is the doctor hurting her with needles?" the smaller boy asked in a scared tone.

Itachi, as the bigger boy was called petted his brother on his head "No, it just hurts to get the baby out of her belly." He told Sasuke. "And even though she is screaming very loud at the moment, the pain will stop and be forgotten as soon as the baby is born."

Sasuke looked at his bigger brother and nodded. "Did momma scream when I was born as well?" He asked.

"Yes, she did. It's normal. She screamed this loud when I was born as well." Itachi said calmly.

"Then I never want to have babies in my belly! I don't want it to hurt." Sasuke said with horror struck eyes.

Smiling, Itachi took hold of his younger brother and placed him on his lap. "Don't worry about that Sasuke. Only girls are capable of having babies in their belly." Hearing the boy on his lap making a relieved sound he could not help but laugh.

'Curious' Harry thought, thinking of old Ollivander who had said the same thing to him once.

Harry could hear and see very little. In the last few months he had gone from being just in existence to actually being aware. It was not something he would have ever expected death to be like, he was sure death would be like a peaceful continuation of his being, while sharing his time with his loved ones.

Harry was almost sure he was not actually dead. He did not feel as at peace as the dead had told him he they were. It was as if his life still tightly kept clinging to something, like he was still among the living. The soft murmurs he could hear seemed to confirm this suspicion. Perhaps he was in the veil now, but the murmurs certainly did not sound as haunting as the voices he had heard when he was in the presence of that object. But they also didn't sound like the song of the merfolk. So where was he?

And with that thought Harry could not help but to think he had somehow messed it up, his perfect plan to die. To be united with his loved ones. But apparently even in death Harry was somehow fates plaything, or perhaps Death had intervened somehow? Perhaps this was the place where Death went if he wasn't reaping souls? It would explain the timeless feeling. Time never seemed to matter to Death, all Death really knew of time was that it came to those who were mortal. Yet so far it had been comfortable and warm where he was now and despite thinking about his failures in life he enjoyed his time in the warm dark place that was, for a lack of better word, his home.

He knew he was weak right now. He didn't feel his magic. The few movements he could make felt sluggish and tired him quickly. He had succumbed to quiet sleep while trying to move without even noticing it. Only knowing he had fallen asleep when he woke up and regained his sense of self.

It was during his sleep that Harry could feel something changing, waking him up. His eyes felt like they were burning yet they were not. And for some reason his lack of magic was acting very abnormal. Where his magic used to feel like it was a calm ocean that Harry could just drift in without worry, it wasn't present in his being right now. But something else was, something else was in the same place; but it wasn't comfortable... It was a burning feeling. A feeling that was starting to feel warmer and it didn't take long before Harry knew there was no longer nothing. There was a raging fire within him. A fire that might burn him if he sought it out.

There was no denying it. His non-death was entirely too curious.

His eyes finally stopped burning. They felt the same as they always had though. Perhaps the not-magic was trying to find a way out? Perhaps his eyes had been damaged somehow? Harry was unsure of what the burning sensation had meant or caused. All he knew now was that it had stopped. Despite being alone in this strange place, boredom never struck him. It was like his mind couldn't focus long enough for it to get to that state of mind.

No there was always something interesting. There were memories of the past. Good ones. Ones in which he felt loved. Ones in which he loved others. Bad ones, in which he felt hatred, in which he felt anguish. But never too long. There was always something that made him think about something else. As if his mind couldn't hold the thoughts for longer than a few minutes. As if his minds' muscles were not strong enough yet. As if holding on to a thought was tiring. For two or three thoughts caused consciousness to make way for sleep.

His body though, it was an entire different thing. The sluggish movements of the past seemed to have made way of less sluggish movements. He could turn around, wiggle his toes. He could rub his belly. His body had been growing stronger. But so had the burning sensation of his not-magic. It was still raging deep inside of him. But the wariness of before had dissipated. The fire seemed to fuel him.

There were times when he felt like he got tired of this place, the moments of consciousness had become longer than the few thoughts he could fit in them previously. Boredom came, once, twice. Memories of old didn't entertain him as much as they did before. Whatever this place was, it was time to get out.

Apparently this place was tired of him as well. For the entire fluid-like-space around him seemed to whirl.

Floating around Harry suddenly felt as if he was in a slowed down version of apparition. The feeling lasted for hours, and hours, not even sleep could conquer this strange feeling. He was wide awake. It was a disturbing feeling, but at the same time it felt so right, so natural. He was confident that if he had not been a wizard he would have panicked. But alas sometimes magic would fulfill your deepest desires and Harry was getting what he wanted, he was going away from the fluid-like-space.

And then he saw it. There was light. No longer was there just darkness.

Finally he would actually go to his next great adventure he could see it, the light at the end of the tunnel, but something was off, he could hear a woman screaming as if in great pain. But it mattered not. He needed to go to that light he wanted to see his best friend Ron and tell him that after two hundred and fifty years the Chudley Cannons had finally won the national championship. He needed to see Hermione to tell her he had gotten his NEWTS after he turned 200 years and that he had passed with seven outstanding's.

He needed to see Ginny to hold her, to kiss her, to tell her he still loved her more than anything or anyone. He wanted to see so many people and wanted to tell them so much that perhaps even the eternity that death could give was not enough time.

The woman that had screamed while he was nearing the end of the tunnel, while he was slowly getting closer to the light, was getting louder and louder with every second he got closer. He now could also hear a man calling out to the woman. It wasn't in English though, Japanese? Harry knew Japanese. It wasn't too difficult a language. But why was he hearing Japanese?

"Come on Mikoto! You are almost done." The man seemed to say in slight desperation. Harry could see that the light was getting dimmer and less intense, and he panicked. 'No, I need that light! I want to go into the light, I need to see that light!' Harry felt the burning fiery not-magic coming to his aid. His eyes felt ablaze but he could see. The light was getting brighter again. He wouldn't lose his chance to see his loved ones. The feelings of loss and desperation left as quickly as they had come. With a mighty pushing feeling Harry felt more than saw the light envelop him.

He had made it. Happiness took hold of him. The not-magic in his eyes was still there, but as the light faded, so did the burning sensation.

But happiness faded when Harry felt cold hands grabbing him. With the bright light slowly fading, human faces took shape. He could see humans, but not his loved ones. No, all that Harry saw were strangers!

Desperate and unable to do anything else Harry broke down and cried. He yelled and kicked and in his thought he was cursing every deity he had ever heard of a blue streak.

After an intense moment of raging fury Harry felt sleep taking hold of him. But not before reality kicked in. Because he had seen the tiny hands, the small arms and chubby fingers. He knew that somehow Fate had screwed him over in an unforgiveable way. He had been reincarnated.

Fugaku was a very composed man, to the entire village he was the epitome of a ninja, he was silent, deadly and supposedly loyal to the Hokage. But above all this he was an Uchiha.

Everyone knew he was the head of the Uchiha family, and his family was treated as royalty amongst mere commoners. Well, at least that was the way the villagers of Konoha treated them. As he was walking to the police station and talking to the deputy chief of the police force he was surprised to see a ninja appear in front of him.

"Uchiha-sama, it has started." Fugaku did not need to be told what 'it' was, and he did not need to be told twice. He turned to face the deputy chief of the police force and curtly said: "Uchiha-san, I will be taking the day off.", "Of course Fugaku-sama, congratulations are in order I bel- !" the deputy chief had not even finished his sentence or the soon to be father of three had already shunshined away.

Mikoto, was inhaling.. exhaling, inhaling.. Exhaling. But the breathing exercises did not help relieve the pain a single bit. So despite being an honorable woman that, like her husband, to the village seemed as a very composed and silent woman, she let out a eardrum shattering scream that could be heard three houses away..

Breathing be damned, all that helped was screaming and crushing everything that was held within her hands, not even noticing that it was her husband's hands she was crushing she did not hear him try to sooth her, no she just kept on screaming without going hoarse. She had thought that after two easy pregnancies she would have no trouble getting through this third labor. But she was wrong, so utterly wrong. How could she have assumed such a naïve thing? It hurt more than being stabbed by a kunai, it hurt more than being set on fire, and this she knew from experience. It was as if her insides were being kicked and torn apart by that demon of a child inside her.

Mikoto was sure that the baby would make a great shinobi when the time came, if the pain being inflicted upon her person was any indication. Perhaps her torturer would join the torture and interrogation force upon graduating. She was sure the baby would make Ibiki proud...

She could feel the head of the baby passing through and soon the entire baby was out and she could stop screaming, she could stop crushing everything in her hold and she could see the little angel that had just been born.

She looked at the child for a moment it was entirely silent and she could see, obviously his, eyes. She was surprised to say the least when she saw their color. She blinked and looked again focusing on the eyes, the blood red eyes.

"Sharingan!" she gasped as the spinning eyes of the boy were taking in the world around him.

"Our child… He is born with a fully awakened Sharingan!" Fugaku said with apparent awe in his voice: "Mikoto!" Fugaku was still holding her hand, not because she was still holding his but because the broken bones had decided they would not move. "I cannot believe it, the blood of the Uchiha must run thick through his veins Mikoto this means that he is cap-" The rest of what he said could not be heard as the previously very quiet baby started to scream, and wildly move in the hands of the midwife.

Slowly the eyes started to spin and fade away as the color of the baby's eyes turned to their normal color. But unlike all the other Uchiha instead of brown eyes they were slowly turning green, vibrant emerald green. They were bright, as bright as the sun and they looked so beautiful.

"What will be his name?" the midwife asked after the baby seemed to calm down.

Mikoto looked at Fugaku and decidedly said "His name will be Haru, Uchiha Haru."

AN: And so ends chapter one! A short chapter but I am sure the next chapter will probably be a bit longer likely 5k or something. Pacing will not be fast for the few first chapters but they will be the most important to establish the main rules for this story.

This will not be a SUPER!Harry-that-owns-sannin-after-two-months-of-training, it will certainly take him 5 years. At the very least! He will not be able to insta-gib jounins in his first fight. I detest that, Harry will gradually grow stronger and will find out just how different this life will be, he will make mistakes and stupid decisions. And from those mistakes he will hopefully learn and get better. The story will be told mostly from Harry his point of view but as in this chapter I will sometimes switch between characters if the scene requires it.

I have everything planned up to at least the age of eight. Please review! It makes me giggle and feel all fuzzy inside!

If any of you readers notice a mistake don't be scared to correct me in a review or in a PM, I will and can only appreciate it.

-rewritten in may of 2014