Well, here it is chapter two. Thank you to all of you who reviewed, I hope this chapter answers some of your questions. On another note, the pairing situation. I'm putting up a poll to decide if I want to make it be one girl or a harem, as I can't decide. So stop by and vote or if you don't have an account leave an answer in a review, and an explanation why if you want, it might sway me more one way or the other. thanks and enjoy.

"Regular speech"

"english/spells'

'thoughts'

no beta

I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto

"Harry, could you get the clothes off the line?"

"Sure thing, Tsunami-san!" Harry shouted from the other room.

Tsunami watched from the window as Harry did what he was asked. She looked fondly on the kind and somewhat strange young man she had found on the shore a little more than a week ago. 'Funny, seems like ages ago'. After Harry had passed out, she took him back to the house. Getting a better look at the state he was in, she quickly tended to the minor cuts and bruises he was covered in, while doing so she noticed some of the scars that marred his body. The most peculiar ones, she remembered, were the strange markings on his hand, and the lighting shaped one above is eye. More and more questions seemed to pile on top of the boy. Soon after, he started showing signs of a fever. She could do little besides place a wet towel on his head and pray that he'd wake up.

It wasn't until the next night that he finally did, albeit, just as confused as the first time; again trying to talk to her in that odd language. After they had realized that neither could understand the other, she placed a tray of food next to him, trying to convey that he should eat and get some rest. He seemed to understand what she was trying say, as he started eating a few moments later. She left him to rest after he finished his meal.

The next morning, to her surprise, he was speaking to her in perfect Japanese, as if he'd been speaking it his whole life. After learning his name, he thanked her for her kindness and told her how the ship he was sailing on ran into a nasty storm, throwing him overboard. Sympathizing with him, she offered him a room until he figured out what he was going to do. He agreed on the condition that he was allowed to help around the house. She smiled at the memory.

Since then, he had been staying with Inari and her, running errands, and doing a few chores around the house. Over the week she had come to learn a little more about Harry, he was good with his hands, hardworking, considerate, and after the night he had asked to make dinner for them, she had learned he was an amazing cook.

All around, Harry was a very good person to have around the house. But beyond that, she didn't know very much about him. He seemed to be hiding something about himself, but she trusted him enough to know it wouldn't hurt Inari or her; so she didn't push it. She didn't want to go chasing him off with questions, at least not until she got him to cook for them again.

'Oh, he should cook the meal for father's return!' But with that Tsunami, finally thought of what she had been avoiding the whole week, how her father would react to Harry staying with them. In all probability, it wouldn't be good. 'I hope he isn't to angry.'

Harry exited the back of the small home dressed in some clothes Tsunami lent him, he was wearing a forest green happicoat with black trim that went to his waist, a pair of black capri pants and a pair of green striped sandals. While taking the clothes off the line, he too thought over the time he had spent here, more specifically, he was thinking back to the night he had first woken up.

Flashback

In contrast to the black-out pain he passed out in, Harry slowly regained consciousness feeling none. 'Huh, that's never happen before'. In fact, the more awake he got, the more he became aware of how good he actual felt. Which was great. Remembering why he shouldn't, he shot straight up in bed. The series of events that lead him ran through his hand, the battle at Hogwarts, his 'death' in the forest, his confrontation with Voldemort, and then waking up on the shore in front of that woman. 'Where the hell am I?'

He glanced around the room he found himself, the room was small, not as small as his room at the Dursley's but still quite tiny. He was currently sitting up on some type of bed roll, that was located across the room from a sliding screen door. The floors were wooden, and the walls were plain. The only light source was the light from the moon streaming through the window he was next to.

After taking in his surroundings, he looked at him self, he was currently shirtless, in fact, the only thing he had on was, he checked, his underwear and some bandages wrapped around his torso and wand hand. Apparently whoever had taken him in had also addressed his wounds. Looking at his bandages brought him back to question why he felt this good, so he looked down on his body once again.

"Well that's new."

Upon closer inspection he found that he actual had muscles. Granted he had stayed fit from quidditch, but months of surviving on mushrooms and other vegetation didn't do much for his figure. But even during the quidditch season, the game had never made him look this good. From what he could see outside the bandages, his chest was nicely toned, and his arms were well defined, he quickly check his body for any other changes. He found, that aside from some extra muscles and the *cough* slight elongation of a certain body part, he was still messy haired, green eyed Harry.

Reaching to take his glasses off so he could rub his face and sigh, he found he hadn't been wearing his glasses at all. All his observations had been done perfectly without glasses, and now that he thought about it, his vision was even better than when he wore them. 'Things just get weirder and weirder.' But aside from all the changes he had found there was still something different that he couldn't put his finger on. It seemed to be staring him in the face, but he didn't know what was.

Before he could think on it more, the screen door slid open. It was the woman from the shore. Not being completely disoriented this time, he took in her appearance. She looked to be in her late twenties, about five feet tall and had dark long hair that went down to her mid back, she was wearing a pink shirt with red trim and a dark blue skirt. In her hands was a tray of, what he assumed to be, food.

Seeing he was up, she quickly adopted an expression of surprise that turned to relief. She smiled down at him.

"Oh good, your up. I was really beginning to worry" she spoke relived. Harry just looked at her blankly, not understanding a thing she just said.

"I'm sorry I don't understand." he return lightly, not sure how else to approach the situation. She looked at him questioningly not understanding him either, but gained a look of remembrance as she recalled him speaking a different language when she first found him. Placing the matter aside, she put the tray down next him and nodded to it. Getting what she what she wanted him to do, he picked up the tray and put it on his lap. On the tray was a bowl of soup of some kind, a bread roll, and glass of water. Looking back up at her, she nodded to it again, and he began to eat.

As he finished, she started to clean up and took the tray. He smiled to her and nodded his thanks, she seemed to understand as she smiled warmly back to him. Making her way to the door she tipped her head to the window, then to the bed roll. He translated it to, 'it's late, and you should get some rest.'. He smiled to her one more time and laid in bed as she slid the door shut.

As he laid there Harry quickly realized he wasn't falling a sleep any time soon with all these questions running in his head. He knew he wouldn't get any answers from the woman with this language thing in way. 'Language learner, ah, what was that spell Hermione mentioned?' During one of their many nights on the run, they had gone over a book of useful spells for travel. As he recalled, one enable the caster to learn an entire language in about ten seconds. He remembered asking her why such a useful spell wasn't more popular, she said that the side effect caused an excruciating headache during the learning process and that most people just opted for the translating charm, which was painless but had to be reapplied often. He rubbed his temple as he spoke.

"What was it dishado, decerto, digiorno, no wait. Discereoratio!" Then, out of nowhere, came a headache that made his Voldemort related ones seem like a friendly hugs. About ten seconds later the pain receded and Harry could think straight again. "What the hell!" he panted out. 'Did I just cast that spell, I didn't even have my wand'

Harry had just done wandless magic without any real thought. Magic. That's what was different, the thing staring in the face that he couldn't put his figure on, magic. His magic didn't feel different, it just felt, well just that, it felt. Before, Harry knew his magic was there and he could feel it rush out of him when he used it but felt nothing the rest of the time. Now, he could feel it. It wasn't like casting a spell, there wasn't any rushing out, no, he just felt it swarming around inside him. He felt it rushing through his veins, could almost hear it humming in his ears. It was a heady feeling to be sure.

Wanting to explore this more, knowing he wasn't going to go to sleep any time soon, he decided to sneak out. Looking out the open window he saw a wooded area next to the house. 'Perfect'. After checking the coast was clear, he hopped out window and made his way over to woods. Couple minuets of walking later, Harry found a nice clearing for his testing. Taking a spot in center of the clearing, he hesitantly raised his hand at a tree.

"Here goes nothing. Stupefy!" there was a slight tingling in his hand, but nothing came. He tried it again. "Stupefy!" again a slight tingle but nothing. "Expelliarmus!" nothing. "Reducto!" nothing. "Diffindo!" nothing. Frustration slowly turned to panic. "Stupefy! Expelliarmus! Sectumsempra! Confringo! Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy!"

"INCENDIO!" A ten foot long column of fire shoots out of Harry's hand. He tripped backwards in surprise as the flame disappeared. Getting up, he smiles triumphantly as one of his spells finally worked, but then sighed. Now he was going to have to go through every spell he knew to see if it worked.

"It's going to be a long night."

End Flashback

And it was. The first couple of nights Harry went through every spell he had ever learned with varying results, some worked perfectly, while others showed no effect. But as he played around with his magic more, he developed a theory that explained everything, his magic, the changes to his body, and even his location.

He was in another world.

Well, a parallel dimension more likely but what was difference. It explained his location obviously enough, but the more Harry used his magic the more the others made sense to him as well. After awhile the spells that worked just fine fell into a pattern and split into three categories, spells that produced natural effects (fire, water, ice, etc), spells that effected the caster (disillusion, apparation, sonorus, etc), and spells that needed to be fed magic constantly (summoning, banishing, levitation). It seemed, to Harry, that the only spells that didn't work were the ones that broke a connection to him. The stunner, and most of his other offensive spells where much like shooting a gun, in that, once they were fired they were on their own, severing all magical connection to him. Here it appeared magic couldn't exist on its own without him. Metaphorically, Harry had been using a gun that shot bullets made of ice then was dumped in a world made completely out of fire. 'Guess that makes me a magical refrigerator.'

So, if magic couldn't exist without him feeding it, it was safe to assume magic didn't exist at all, and since magic most definitely existed where he was from, it brought him back to the other-world theory. As for the physical changes and being able to feel his magic, they came as a result of magic not being able to exist. Harry really had been channeling his inner Hermione when he came up with this next bit. He remembered hearing in his Magical Theory class once that magic flowed freely through everywhere and everything, and that wizards and witches' bodies produced small amounts of magic constantly, that radiated off them and into the environment. He theorized that the ambient magic he gave off was unable to get out due to the environment and was forced to stay part of his body. Over a short amount time the magic collected until it was to much for his body to handle. If nothing had changed he most likely would have died, but, wonderful as ever, magic found a way to keep him alive by fusing itself to every fiber of his being, turning him into something slightly more than muggle or wizard.

This was all theory of course, he had no proof other than the way his magic acted now. But deep in his gut he knew that's what had happen to him. He couldn't explain why he felt this way either, maybe the feeling in his gut was his magic, pulling him to the answer; but whatever it was he had his mind made up on the matter. Something also told him that this new body of his had a few other tricks up its sleeve that he had yet to learn, and he was determined to figure out what they were.

"Harry, finish up and come in, dinner is just about ready." Harry, released from his thoughts, grabbed the basket of dry clothes and made his way back to the house. He thanked whatever higher power brought him to Tsunami, Merlin only knows what would have happened to him had she not found him. He felt kind of bad lying to her, but honestly what was he supposed to tell her, the truth. 'Oh, and by the way, I'm a magical wizard from another world. Just thought you should know.' He was just glad she bought the story of him being so disoriented from the storm that he couldn't talk after he woke up.

As he walked into the house he couldn't help but wonder what his friends where doing at that moment. 'Heh, probably making up for all the lost years snogging.' he laughed at the thought. He was happy he got the chance to see the two together before he left. But as much as he missed them and the others, he couldn't bring himself to want to go back, he just didn't have it in him. He had done what he was meant to do there, and fate had seem fit to offer him a new start. Not to mention what life would be like now. He cringed at the thought of all the hero-worship they'd give him. Nope, he was in this world now and here he would stay.

There was also one more reason he decided to stay, Voldemort. If Harry had ended up here, where was Voldemort? He couldn't say, but if he was here, then he was Harry's responsibility to handle, seeing as he was the one that brought him here. In case the day ever came, he had to stay sharp and learn better control over his magic in this world, so his midnight excursions would continue, at least until he found a new place. He knew he couldn't stay with Tsunami and her son for to much longer, he needed to find his own way.

"Hey Harry, I was wondering, could you cook for us again for Father's return tomorrow?" Tsunami once again broke his train of thought.

"Of course Tsunami-san." he smiled back.

"Harry please, just Tsunami, you make me feel old with all this 'san' business" she corrected him lightly.

"Of course Tsunami-chan." He replied cheekily.

She knocked him over the head.

'Yep, this world is just fine'

There it is. What do you think? Not a lot of action I know but, this chapter is necessary to setting up Harry's ability to fight, and next time there will definitely be a fight. I tried to make Harry's power on a level playing field with that of those in the Naruto world, I didn't want to give him to much power to begin with but also wanted to leave tons of room for growth. So again, please tell me what you think, problems, questions, critques whatever you got. Oh and be sure to weigh in at the poll.

All the spells used I got from the harrypotter wika page, except for the language learner, I made that one up.

Discereoratio- 'discere' get and 'oratio' speech.

Thanks for reading.