Sage of 6 Paths: A man who has mastered 6 powers/paths/ways of life, to the point that he had become a Sage of those Arts.

It should be quite obvious why Naruto is called the Sage of 666 Paths.

It's not just Powers, Naruto is learning or rather mastering, concepts.

Path of Dragon is not actually the story where Naruto is learning his powers of Dragon, but the concept of what it means to be a Dragon.

Strong. Unmoving. Ferocious. Protective…Furious.

That is why the stories is divided into Paths.

Notice that I say 'Mastering', Naruto has been a manipulator from when he was a child, but it will be here that he'll become a Sage of the Art.

I should have mentioned it already but the Stories are not in order, Path 666 AND Path 664 have already started 900 years ago from when Chapter 1 started in terms of timeline, Path 2 will happen after both Path 3 and Path 4, etc.

I'll be publishing them soon.

Yes, I'll be Updating Path of Dragon soon...it's just...so fucking annoying.

What is annoying you ask? Well, Naruto is too damn fucking strong now that he was actually raised properly, i CAN find any way to stretch the Story till Chunin exams, but...it might ruin the experience a little.

*sigh* Well, I'll just upload the chapter in a few hours anyway.

One who has looked at how Harry's life would've gone without Naruto's…ministrations, would sometimes wonder.

Why is it that Tom Riddle and Harry Potter grew up similarly and had yet grown so different from each other?

It was quite obvious actually.

Dumbledore made sure that it won't happen.

We don't know why Dumbledore kept sending Tom Riddle back to the Orphanage where he was hated, maybe he is an evil mad man. Or maybe he actually thought that things would get better for Tom. That he should not hate Muggles and learn to forgive.

We all know how that went.

It doesn't matter anymore, that ship sailed a long time ago, sunk a long time ago too.

What matters is that Dumbledore knew what happened, and yet he had sent Harry to live a same life as Tom.

Was it because he hoped to prove to himself that Tom was just evil and that unlike there, harry will triumph over his hate and love will bloom between the relatives?

Or did he get his jollies from watching as people's lives are destroyed by his manipulations?

Or maybe, he was just a 150 year old cracked old man who should've been put in a retirement home long ago? Or even better, an Asylum?

The answer might be one of them, or none of them.

Maybe we will find it out.

Or maybe the Mystery will die along with the man and stay a mystery for eternity.

Only time will tell.

Harry closed the book that was in his lap and then took a deep breath.

Desire. He reminded himself. He didn't even have to think.

I want to be Free. Power is Freedom. Control is Power. Control over my future. Control over my fate. Control over my Abilities.

He closed his eyes and focused inside himself.

With a deep breath he pulled on the well of power that was sleeping inside of him.

Intent. He remembered the words from the book.

He focused the power onto his cheek towards the bruise that he got when Vernon backhanded him.

Peace. Warmth. Healing. Safety.

He felt liquid fire travel along his body, inside his nerves, it didn't hurt him. It felt warm…nice…it felt like…a mother's love?

But that's absurd. He didn't remember anything other than this jail that he was locked inside.

Do I really not?

'Magic comes from Body AND Soul. Though you may not remember, they'll never forget.' The words from book popped up in his brain.

He opened his eyes.

He saw his 7 year old malnourished body staring back at him from the mirror. The clothes were 2 size larger than him. Not surprising since his cousin looked more Walrus than a Human, and the clothes were his cast offs.

His hair were untamed, but not messy, they actually looked quite good. They looked horrible, like a nest in which 10 birds had a battle royal; when they were cut short, but growing them longer seemed to have taken care of that problem, they weren't too long just 4-5 inches.

Petunia tried to cut them off, the freakishness grew them back. He really, really liked the look of fear on her face.

It also helped to hide the disgusting scar.

Seriously lightening? He didn't hate lightening but that was so…mundane.

Couldn't he have gotten a dragon or something as a scar? And in some better place too? Like his Back? Or his arm?

He put that childish thought out of his mind.

Bright green eyes stared at the unmarred cheek.

He didn't know if he should be shocked or not. He just became happy that he was able to control one of his Freakishness and do it on demand.

He smiled and reopened the book that he found in Dursleys' lawn 2 weeks ago, and started reading from where he had left.

There was much more magic to learn.

$$So you're saying that I can understand you because I'm this Salazar Slytherin's descendent?$$

$$Stupid two-legged. Anyone with Snake Blood can speak like Snake. Or one of those Snake-Shape-Shifter (Animagus). Salazar was Medusa's descendent. He had snake blood. So do you. That doesn't make you his descendent.$$

Harry tried to push down the information back in his brain after it tried escaping him again. Yes he was smart for his age but he was just 7 and 1/2. He didn't even know who this Medusa person was let alone Salazar Slytherin, he wanted to ask the Snake but felt that it might be better to ask someone else, there was enough tongue lashing as it is.

He realized that the snake was still talking and focused back on what it was saying.

$$...even inject Snake Blood into their bodies to try and talk to them because Snakes are prayed as deities. King Snake Vasuki there is familiar to some two-legged named Shiva. They say he is a God and Very Powerful. As Powerful as Black Emperor. Rubbish, Black Emperor is the strongest.$$

Well, even more names he didn't know. At least he knew that this Shiva person was a God. Or at least considered a God. That is a start no? He wondered who this Black Emperor was and why the snakes revered him so much.

A question escaped him before he could stop it.

$$What is a familiar?$$

And so the snake told him of Familiars and Magical Contracts, mixed in with a lot of derogatory terms that he was quite sure were going to be useful someday.

As stupid as a confounded troll sounded really, really insulting. He should know, he felt like crying. And he wasn't even sure what Confounded even meant. Or what a Troll was.

Perhaps he should try and smuggle a Dictionary from Dudley's room? It's not like he ever used it anyway.

"No."

Vernon opened his mouth to protest or say something bad but stopped dead (not literally, sadly) when Harry narrowed his eyes and channeled his magic into his body.

He knew that he was successful in making his eyes shine brightly and to make the Dursleys feel like insects in his presence, if the pale white face of Vernon, Petunia and Dudley were anything to go by.

Dudley looked more confused than anything but Petunia and Vernon seemed to have understood a little. They didn't know what harry had done, just that it was he who had done it.

Harry didn't wait for them to answer, he just strolled to the fridge, opened it and took out some sandwiches that he made last night and went to the backyard while munching on them.

He didn't even look at their pale and fear stricken form. He didn't need to, He could feel it and it brought a smile to his face.

It didn't take him long to reach his favorite place in the house, the Garden where he found the book that changed his life all those years ago.

He sat down on the ground, folded his legs and started meditating.

It hadn't took him long to realize that Petunia and Vernon knew of his ability to use magic. And it was not because he was caught using it too.

It was actually so easy to notice once you knew things.

He was quite ashamed of himself to only notice it after he overheard Petunia telling Vernon about how he was 'Just like his freak mother and freak father.'

Yes, his parents were Mages, and both Petunia and Dursley knew that fact. He was quite furious that they didn't tell him about it, but then he realized that it was also quite obvious that they won't tell him about it, unless they didn't have any other choice left.

He also realized what they meant when they tried to 'Beat the Freakishness out of him'. Now that he knew what magic was, how it worked, he realized that they might have actually been successful.

That scared him. Magic was sentient, it can feel. Accidental Magic was usage of Magic in the purest form, just emotions and desire as fuel and intent as controller. Knowing that all you needed to lose Magic was to lose your trust in it. To want for all the pain to stop. What would have happened if he was abused so badly that he just decided to be Normal? To give up on Magic? To wish to lose his Magic?

Harry shivered in fear at the thought.

Still, it didn't happen, maybe it was luck, maybe it was divine intervention, it didn't matter to harry, It didn't happen. And was not going to happen now, not if he had anything to say about it.

'Yes, learn from the past but don't live in it, dream for the future but don't get lost in it, live the present and do the best you can.'

It felt strange coming from his mouth, even he could tell that. Things like those are better coming out of the mouth of a 200 year old monk living in the mountain.

Or him.

Harry snorted in amusement. Only he could sound normal while saying something so…Sagely.

'Don't be ashamed of what you've lived. Be proud of what you survived. You're stronger now because of it.'

Harry smiled slightly. That man certainly had a way with words. He was even able to make harry feel proud of himself for what he had gone through. Which was saying something.

Not that he was going to admit it to the guy of course.

It didn't take long for harry to start using magic as a way to be left alone. He didn't do much, just a few light shows, growing his hair longer or shorter and of course the best one, forcing his presence on others.

Now it takes the Dursleys a week to gather their courage before he crushes it every single time.

"I finished the book."

Harry's voice echoed in the empty garden. After a few seconds he heard a chuckle.

"That was fast."

Harry opened his eyes and saw a boy who looked to be 12, 5 feet above the ground floating in the air in front of him, inverted. His hands were in his pockets. His eyes which were a shade lighter than violet were staring right at Harry's own. Harry instantly looked away when he realized the last fact.

Naruto chuckled.

"There's nothing in your mind that I don't already know."

Harry scowled childishly. But then again, he was a child. He didn't waste time on getting angry, last time Naruto just kept laughing at him and told him that he has seen much worse things in life and that Harry's life was actually quite good compared to what many get. That didn't hurt as much.

But Naruto telling him that there was nothing interesting in his head, or rather how there was nothing in the empty head of his, hurt a lot.

He studied a lot after that.

"I guess it's time."

Harry turned his attention back to Naruto. He was standing on the ground now, straight. He didn't even see him move. He never see the guy move.

"Time for what?"

Naruto's smile…no, Grin was bloodthirsty.

"To leave this place."

Harry's heart skipped a beat at those words. Those words that he had wanted to hear for so long. His mind was raging with multiple questions and he could not decide what to ask first.

"What about Dursleys?"

Harry looked at Naruto after he asked that question, wondering what answer the Red-Blond-Black hair kid would give.

Okay calling him Red-Blond-Black haired was annoying, let's just call him Naruto.

"Do you have any idea? Something appropriate for them?" Harry continued.

Naruto smiled.

That smile was dangerous and scary but it was directed at Dursleys.

Harry's heart was filled with ecstasy. Knowing Naruto's personality, their life will become hell.

He didn't know how correct he was. And that their lives were going to become Hell, Literally.

Harry smiled from behind the…eh…Notice-me-not? Well whatever the name. Harry smiled from behind the magical wall that kept him invisible to everyone around.

"I'm telling you, you need to find the freak! The other freaks will come and destroy us if you don't!" shouted Vernon Dursley to the police officer that was taking his statement.

The police officer just nodded in understanding and mock concern.

"Of course Mr. Dursley, I've already put my best men on the job. The Freak will be home in no time."

Harry could hear the anger and exasperation in the Officer's voice without even seeing his apathetic face or the eye roll that he did.

Petunia was giving her own statement to another officer, or rather she was babbling to herself and the officer was writing everything that she said.

"I knew that we shouldn't have kept him. He is just like his mother. We gave him a room, clothes, food and he left us. He left us and now we'll all die. It's all that bearded crackpot's fault. He threatened us in the letter that he left. We should never have listened."

Harry was nodding to himself, this was a good idea. He was already learning so much about his own life, much more than he did in his time at this Jail. Like how some 'Old Bearded Crackpot' left him at the doorstep in a fucking basket with just a letter in the middle of night on 1 November.

He was sooo going to strangle the Crackpot with his own beard when he found him.

He also learned that he was somehow...famous. That thought almost made him choke.

Him? Famous? What next? Was he going to end up finding that he is Heir to some Noble Family? Or even better Multiple Nobel Families?

Harry laughed at the Absurdity of that thought.

Yeah Right.

There were more police officers, all going around and looking at things.

They won't find a single thing. Naruto made sure of that.

Harry Potter's whole existence was deleted from the memories of everyone in Private Drive. Every sign of his presence was destroyed from No. 4 Private Drive.

He had no idea how, he called it with some funny name…Foodolius? Feedoodles? Well whatever the name was didn't matter.

No one, not the school teachers, not the neighbors, not that spy in the nearby house Arabella Figg, and wasn't that a surprise; not Vernon's sister Marge, not even Dudley remembered him anymore.

Only Vernon and Petunia did, Naruto somehow did it that way.

"What do you mean Magic is not real?! We have seen it! My sister was one of those freaks! It should be your job to protect us from those things! And you don't even know about them?! No, you're lying! You're in cahoots with those freaks aren't you?! You're a freak too!"

Harry's grin faltered a little when he saw a police officer stuck Petunia with a baton behind her head to knock her unconscious.

Vernon joined her soon when he started going into his Purple faced rage and was about to assault the officer.

"Oh~ that looked like it hurt."

Harry looked to his right and saw Naruto standing there. He didn't notice when he arrived this time as well.

He was different now, he looked 24, harry was used to him changing appearance, or gender. Harry shivered, that one time was horribly embarrassing. He was running in the opposite direction the moment he saw Naruto in her female mode again.

"Soon it will be them who will be known as freaks all across the area, with their insane talks about Magical Schools and stuff. Isn't it so much better than killing them…much more…poetic."

Yes it was much more…satisfactory. Though it might have also been because how he really didn't feel much hate against the Dursleys.

Hehehe. Really?

Harry ignored the small part of his brain that laughed at him and wanted to see the Dursleys covered in bruises and halfway to death's door.

They really didn't deserve Morgue or Asylum. They were not truly evil, just afraid people. But they still made his life hellish, and he was not going to cry if their life became harder and people started looking at them with contempt.

At the moment he cared more for the fact that he was finally free.

Or am I?

Harry looked at Naruto with worry. The Boy? Man? It's so confusing sometimes.

He didn't know why Naruto helped him. He didn't even know much about the guy. Actually he knew nothing other than the fact that the guy was obviously a Magician. He just appeared one day and asked him if he was finished with the first book and gave him another one and then disappeared while he was staring at the book in wonder.

Harry was worried that he just changed one Jailer for another, and this one was far more competent one too.

Naruto looked at harry, as if he sensed his questioning/worried glance.

"Yeah right. You think too highly of yourself kid, you're not the center of the Universe. Now, I have better things to do than babysit a whiny kid, who can't even thank others properly. I'll be leaving you at a place where you will grow up properly, cared for. I'll visit you sometimes though. If I'm bored enough."

Harry sighed, all his training in the Occlumency was for nothing when it comes to this guy. He could just read his thoughts as if he was screaming them out to the world.

The sigh was also in relief, he really didn't like being told, after all every child dreamt of it, but he knew that it was the truth. He was not the center of the Universe, Naruto probably saved him more because of some passing fancy instead of some convoluted master plan to take over the world.

Right? Harry asked himself while staring at Naruto's face. He was currently grinning like an evil mastermind and chuckling darkly at the Dursleys' condition.

Harry facepalmed.

It was quite obvious that he was already a Minion on the Dark Side of the Force.

Here goes what was remaining of my Sanity.

Harry ignored the blood freezing chuckles that were coming out of Naruto's mouth and spoke.

"Where?" Harry wondered, who in the fucking hell would want to raise him anyway. The last blood relative of his were currently being taken to mental hospital by the police for believing in magic.

Naruto's eyes shined with mirth.

"Potter Manor."

Harry's eyes widened.

"I have a Manor?! Wait...AM I SOME RICH NOBEL'S BASTARD SON?!"

Naruto ignored him. He had a lot of experience in ignoring people after meeting Natsu Dragneel. That boy challenged him to a fight at least 50 times a day on good days, and 50 times an hour on the bad ones.

"And no you still have some relatives left, your godfather is currently rotting in Prison, your Godmother in an Insanity ward in a Hospital."

Harry's eyes widened to comical proportions.

"Wait I do? WHAT THE FUCK?! Oh My God. My Godfather is Joker and my Godmother is Harley Quinn, That's it isn't it?"

Naruto stared at the boy who was on his knees and looking with defeated and unfocused eyes somewhere.

"Please tell me that my real name is not Bruce Wayne."

Naruto fell on the floor laughing at Harry's absurd words.

Maybe giving the boy so many Movies, Games and Novels was not a good idea.

But man it was Funny as hell. Naruto wondered what kind of Chaos will be unleashed on Hogwarts when the boy finally goes there.

Maybe he won't need to drop a meteor on them and Harry will just finish them on his own.

The thought made him want to cackle madly.

Naruto realized that he was short on time and decided to send the boy away.

"Tell Dorea that I, the Black Emperor said Hi, since she won't recognize me as Naruto. Also tell her that I want her to train you in politics. If she does a bad job then I'll bring her back to life and spank her like I used to do when she was teenager. Don't worry I'll visit you time to time to check the progress."

"Eh?"

Harry's mind froze at the absurdness of those words and before he realized, Naruto had snapped his finger.

When he came back to his senses and stopped feeling like shit, he was standing in the middle of a room that was filled with over a dozen moving portraits of all things. Portraits that were staring at him in shock.

Did he mention that there was a Hobbit that was crying all over him?

The Hobbit, which he later learned was actually a House Elf; was called Teeny. And she started shouting at him and crying all over about being a bad elf.

The Portraits just looked amused while he tried and failed to get Teeny to stop crying and stop her from punishing herself.

Ironing her fingers? What the fuck are these stupid people teaching the poor looking elf?

He didn't even fight when she suddenly started making plans how she was going to turn Harry back into the strong and healthy boy he was as a baby, he would have if he had seen the gleam that she suddenly gained in her eyes.

But it was already too late.

The Portraits smiled and waved him goodbye, eyes shining with dark amusement as if they were happy at seeing someone else in the same position that they were once in; while Teeny dragged him away from whatever room he was in, to be cleaned properly.

He had never been more humiliated in his life when the elf started to take his clothes off and bath him properly. It was Sexual Harassment/Molestation/Hand Rape as far as he was concerned. He could feel his innocence evaporate faster than water did in summer noon at Sahara desert.

After that it was all one giant pandemonium. He couldn't even remember what he had been doing, he couldn't even get one single moment to even enjoy how his manor even looked.

Daily bathes filled with herbs and magical soaps and shampoos and of course lots of through cleaning at the Hobbit's hands. Delicious looking food that filled him with energy. Disgusting tasting Nutrition potions to cure him. Shitload of more disgusting potions that were to vaccinate him from all kinds of Magical and Muggle diseases. He would have wondered what the fuck Dragon Pox even was, but was more concerned over the fact that Dragons were real. And of course, last but not the least, his most hated activity, Physical Exercise.

His days were filled with those things and nights were spent sleeping like a log, knowing that next day would be the same. He didn't even notice that a month had already went and he was just turning 9 year old in a few days. And he hadn't even looked at the house properly yet.

He cursed Naruto with all his heart. The bastard was probably laughing his ass off at how Harry was being manhandled by the insane Hobbit.

And then he remembered Naruto's last words and his face paled in fear.

Due to reading/playing watching so many stuff that was given to him by Naruto, he was quite knowledgeable about a lot of things now, for example how Shiva/Maheshvara/Shankara was the chief god of Hindu mythology and also the God of Destruction, one of the strongest gods if not the strongest in terms of battle prowess.

He obviously remembered the words of that Snake, about how it believed that Black Emperor, on whom he could find no information at all; was definitely as strong as Shiva, if not even stronger.

Please tell me I didn't sell my soul to some Demon God?

He thought no one would answered his prayer.

When he received multiple telepathic rebuttals of, 'Demon Dragon God'. He really wished that he never asked the question.

High above in some unknown place, Death and Fate rolled on the…in the air laughing hysterically.

Naruto was at this moment not laughing. Or even smiling, which was quite rare for him, but the occasion required the seriousness.

He was visiting Sirius after all.

Naruto ignored the bad puns of the Author and stared at the form of whimpering and disgusting looking dog in front of him with disdain on his face.

Naruto sighed, he walked through the iron bars as if they weren't even there and materialized a black comfy looking throne inside the cell and sat on it tiredly.

He stared back at the Dog that was looking at him with fear and sighed tiredly. He snapped his fingers and the Dog was clean and washed, smelling of flowery Detergents and Shampoos, the floor and walls were shining like...You've got to be kidding me, Azkaban was made of Marble? Just where the fuck did they even find enough filth to turn pure white marble building into disgusting looking black abomination?

Thought Naruto as he stared in shock at the shining room. He put those thoughts out of his head and looked at the Dog who now looked clean in body, and much, much more afraid than he was before.

He is more afraid because I cleaned shit? Should I cook some food next?

"I'm really unsure of what I should do you with Sirius."

The dog whimpered pathetically and tried to make itself as small as possible.

"You choose revenge against family, you chose Pettigrew against Harry who had just lost his father and mother. Tell me why shouldn't I just do to you what I did to the Dursleys?"

The Dog transformed into a weak looking man and almost broke down crying at his feet. The man looked clean, no rotting teeth, unclean shave or sunken eyes but he could easily tell that his psyche was on the verge of breaking.

"Hagrid! He took Harry from me! He was ready to fight! It's not my fault! It's not my fault!"

And then he did broke into sobbing mess.

Naruto sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

He could of course understand where Sirius was coming from. He knew what he would have done but not everyone was Uzumaki Naruto.

"He said that Dumbledore ordered him to bring Harry to him and I…I thought that Harry would be safe with Dumbledore, and I…I chased after the man who betrayed the people who I loved like my brother and sister. Thinking that my Godson would be safe…and now…" Sirius sobbed, trails of tears uncontrollably leaking through his eyes. "…he is living with those disgusting things…those things that told Lily to…to drop the baby so that she won't infect and spread more freakishness…"

Naruto's face darkened, he didn't knew that last fact. Perhaps he shouldn't have sowed the seeds of their deaths and made them suffer more. But then his face grew a smile, a smile which Sirius noticed.

"What did you do to them?"

Sirius asked after he remembered that the man he knew as his ancestor and Black family's progenitor 'Merlin Emrys' speak of something that he did to Dursleys a few moments before.

Naruto smiled, Sirius' heart was filled with glee at seeing that malevolent smile that would make even grown-ups wet themselves with fear, because he knew it was directed at the Dursleys.

The police officer shook his head in disbelieve at seeing the body of Petunia and Vernon Dursley hanging from the ceiling, a rope tied around their neck.

He was actually kind of amazed that the rope could actually support Vernon's weight.

Lying on the hospital bed was a newspaper, its front page had had the headline. Freaks amongst us. Which detailed how the Dursleys treated their own Nephew, which the world suddenly remembered again not that they noticed that they've ever forgotten the boy; or rather mistreated to the point that the poor boy ran away.

Police were still trying to find said Nephew, to no avail. The youngest Dursley was currently being held in care of his Aunt Marge.

Apparently the Dursley couldn't handle being called Freaks as well as Harry. Go figure.

"Well…there was this really nice suite booked for them in hell and I thought that they really deserved a vacation."

There was no need to worry, it was not like afterlife could protect the Dursleys from his wrath.

Sirius felt grim satisfaction at Naruto's words.

Once, he might have felt wrong, when he was member of Order of Phoenix, when he believed in Dumbledore and his words about how everyone deserved a chance. But that naïve and pathetic Sirius Black died a long time ago when he was thrown into this cell as a snack for Dementors without even a trial while marked death eaters like Lucius Malfoy were allowed to walk freely. Now, his heart was just as black as his name was.

He then realized that Harry was all alone and his worry returned tenfold.

"What about Harry?"

Naruto stared at Sirius and wondered if should tell the boy the truth or not, he then decided that it didn't matter.

"He's at Potter Manor. Probably getting mothered by that House Elf."

Sirius winced at that, he himself remembered often being on the receiving end of Teeny's mothering as Naruto so graciously put it.

Naruto sighed, he already knew what he was going to do. He had already made the choice long ago, and Sirius did look like he felt bad about doing what he did. And 7 year and 7 months' time in Azkaban was enough of a punishment.

"We are leaving this place. But…"

At this Naruto seemingly teleported right in front of Sirius' hopeful looking face and wrapped his hands around his neck hard enough to turn Sirius' face blue.

He then brought his mouth closer to Sirius' ear and spoke in a menacing tone.

"If you do anything that I don't allow you to do, you'll find out that there are things far worse than Dementors out in this world."

He then let go of Sirius who fell on the ground rubbing his abused throat and coughing painfully.

He was in pain but it was the fear of Naruto that was truly affecting him.

The man…no…the God in front of him was a Monster and he had no idea why anyone would think that Merlin was kind and gentle.

And he believed the man, he could easily tell that he was much, much worse than Dementor. Rather he wouldn't be shocked to find that it was Naruto who had created Dementors in the first place.

Naruto's face stretched into a bloodthirsty smile that sent chills down Sirius' soul.

"I did."

You've got to be fucking shitting me. That was supposed to be a Joke!

That was Sirius' last thoughts before he fainted.

Naruto ignored the form of Sirius who was passed out on the ground due to physical and mental strain and looked towards a certain place, right though the walls.

"Maybe I should visit Bella too while I'm at it."

He said to himself and then disappeared in a flash of Red, leaving Sirius laying face first into the ground.

Well, at least Naruto cleaned the place.

Sirius would, a few hours later wake up to the sight of a horribly dark and dank looking house, stuffed heads of multiple Elves staring down at him menacingly.

But the thing that almost stopped his heart was definitely the insane looking women's face two inch away from his own.

A women who he instantly recognized as his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black.

"Hey cousin, Why so Sirius?"

And then he passed out after screaming himself Hoarse in terror.

Bella's insane laugh echoed loudly inside the empty rooms of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Fate rewinded time at least a dozen time before she and Death got bored enough of watching Sirius screaming himself like a girl to stop laughing.

She really, really needed to find a way to reward Naruto.

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