Disclaimer: Unless my name is Kishimoto Masashi or J.K. Rowling then Harry Potter and Naruto aren't mine.

Author's Note: Okay…some of you ask me to have Harry could use chakra and your reasons although I think that those are good, I'll still stick with my idea: meaning that Harry can't use any chakra (I believe that some of my HPNaruto fics were using this too, while in others shinobi can use magic). If I make Harry super-powered the story would be boring, ya know.

Chapter Three

Harry gaped in disbelief at the sight in front of him. He knew what he looked like: a man gaping like an idiot. With that thought, he quickly regained his set of calm mask. But he knew that the silver haired man has noticed his slip in that brief moment. His students didn't seem to notice it too busy watching their sensei's example for which he was grateful. One didn't want to look like an idiot in front of a bunch of younger kids.

He couldn't believe it! How? This was so confusing. How could he walk ON the tree so casually! Harry didn't think the jounin use any glue to stick himself, plus he walked on it so the possibility of using super glue that could hold human's weight was crossed out. And he certainly knew that they didn't have an ounce of magical blood in their vein. He knew that because they lacked the aura that magical people had.

And he didn't know any magic that can make someone could walk on trees. Sure there was sticking charm, but that wouldn't enable wizard to walk on it!

That meant that these people had ability that was different from wizard.

Which made him really nervous about it, because judging from the aura of the people around him, even the normal civilian like Tsunami, all of them had potential to be able to do things such as what just happened in front of his eyes, even if this potential was varied among people. Most wizards would call them, as muggles because they lacked the ability to use magic, but even if it was true they were certainly weren't your normal everyday-muggles.

The dark haired wizard watched as the children especially the blond kid were awed by the display. It seemed that they didn't know they could do that and was very eager to try it. This also meant that unless someone trained to use this ability, they wouldn't be able to do that.

It was different from wizard who could do accidental magic when they were on stress. Or perhaps he just hasn't seen anyone who could do that without any training, afterall he was only there less than a month and only in this small region.

Now, he really believed that he wasn't even on Earth at all. Ugh, his life really sucked!

Harry was determined to make a living here where no one knew him some days ago. It was meant to be a new refreshing life! And just after he was determined to do that, someone decided to drop a bombshell.

He was wary to be around people with unknown abilities. At least among wizards and magical creatures, he knew what to expect from them and thus he wouldn't have to be so surprised. But this certainly required a more thorough research. He couldn't just waltz around among strangers without knowing what to expect from them.

The dark haired wizard glanced back to the boys who tried to outdo each other, while their pink haired teammate was already up in the branch after she performed the task quite nicely. A small smile tugged on his lips when he saw the boys were arguing.

Harry sighed. He shouldn't just stand there. Tsunami has asked him to ask him to call them for lunch using some clumsy hand signs and he really should do the task. "Tsunami, lunch, ready," he shouted to catch their attention. Kakashi and Sakura looked up, while the other two didn't seem to hear him as they continued to glare at each other.

"Thank you, Harry-san," the older man said. Harry nodded and turned his back.

Perhaps…he needed to use legimency to understand just what were the abilities. It certainly was an easier and faster way to acquire the answer to his growing questions.

With that in mind Harry walked toward the house he stayed at for a few weeks.

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Kakashi glanced at the younger man's back and turned to his students. "Alright kids, you have heard what he said. The training will be adjourned until we eat."

"Hai, Kakashi-sensei," they chorused. The boys stared at each other for a moment and then as if they reached a conclusion from their silent conversation, they broke into a run and raced to get Tazuna's house faster than the other. The only girl in the team cried out, asking them to wait for her, and she too run to catch the boys.

Kakashi shook his head in amusement. 'Children are always be energetic.' The boys passed the walking man they knew for days without a glance backward, too busy to be the first one to arrive at Tazuna's house. Only Sakura stopped in front of him and greeted him before taking off once again.

Truth to be told, Kakashi was uncertain on what to do to the younger man. He has asked Tsunami info about him, but there wasn't much she could tell aside that his name was Harry Potter, he couldn't speak their language, she found him unconscious in the beach with strange clothes, a polite young man and was apparently wealthy for he gave her valuable gold so easily.

The man was a wild card. As much as he wanted to trust the young man, he couldn't. A shinobi's trust couldn't be given easily. A misplaced trust could be deadly and resulted in the shinobi's death.

Kakashi himself had his own judgement about him. The first time he met him, even though he could see that he was a polite man, he could see deep shadows lurked behind his emerald green eyes. His eyes were the eyes of a warrior or a soldier, which meant he wasn't a normal civilian, beside being polite didn't mean that he wasn't a psychopath although he really doubted it. Still, there was a chance that he was an enemy and he couldn't afford to drop his guard around him.

Who knew if the man was actually an enemy who was good actor? He certainly didn't know and for that he would keep an eye on that man.

The man was mysterious. When he first woke up from his chakra depletion sleep, Naruto has confided him some interesting info about him that proves the man wasn't normal. The blond boy said that Harry's glowing sword made the fox demon inside him restless.

Imagine his shock when he heard that. He knew that Naruto was a kind of person that would always bottle his own problem, but apparently the boy himself didn't think that he could handle it and told him about it. Kyuubi was a sore object of conversation for the boy for reason that was obvious and to hear Naruto talked about it was surprising. Add to the fact that Harry had a not-so-normal-looking sword which could glow like a light bulb that could make the so-called greatest demon restless, Kakashi was stumped.

Just what could make a demon like Kyuubi felt restless?

He really hoped that the man didn't turn out to be an enemy. It was already bad to have Zabuza and Gatou's men as their opponents, he didn't need to add the owner of the sword that could make even a great demon like Kyuubi agitated, to his list of enemy. Since Zabuza was rescued by his subordinate that posed as Mist hunter-nin, there was no doubt that the missing-nin would try once again to fight against him. And that time, there was a possibility that the man would have something prepared for their fight.

Kakashi sighed. This mission didn't turn out to their favor at all. He didn't think that his team was ready for a mission that turned out to be a high level mission. If they came out of this alive he would make sure to make a training schedule that would make even Gai proud of…not that he wanted the weird shinobi proud of him of course. That meant that he had to cut his time reminiscing Obito and actually for once didn't come late. Truth to be told if it weren't because of the newcomer's presence he wouldn't even think of it. He was a mysterious stranger and he wanted his students to at least have a chance to escape or perhaps hold him out if the man turned out to be their enemy, though it was unlikely they could handle him alone. In his opinion the children were still too weak to be exposed to all dangers outside Konoha right now.

With that in mind, Kakashi followed his running students. The strange behavior of the younger man when he saw him walked on the tree was soon forgotten as he tried to reorganize his plan for the three genins.

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The lunch was rather eventful as Inari shouted at the shinobis like usual, only this time the blonde boy looked so enraged and said things that was surely struck Inari's cords, because he ran with eyes full of tears. Harry would like to comfort the boy, but he didn't know how to do that seeing he didn't understand just what was making the boy cried like that and he didn't know the right words to comfort him. Not knowing the language he needed was a pain in the ass, because he couldn't do much about it. If he wanted to travel around, he would need to know their language or he would get in trouble.

The wizard needed to workout his muscles and refined his sword skill after few weeks not exercising at all. Back in his room shared with 2 other occupants, Harry took his covered blade and headed to the kitchen where he was sure that Tsunami would be there.

"Tsunami, go, outside, back, night," he told her. Not waiting for response, the dark haired young man exited the house and headed to a place in the opposite of where he knew the children and their sensei were.

He soon arrived at a small lake that he found 5 days ago and quickly ran some laps around it before he took a swim for half an hour. It felt great to move his stiff muscles and he definitely needed to keep in shape if he wanted to improve his sword skill. Beside, a healthier wizard means being able to control magic better and bigger magic reserves. The wizards that he met so far weren't really in good shape. They thought that magic could solve all their problems. They couldn't even run 1 lap of a quidditch pitch without breathing hard or collapsing from exhaustion. They didn't understand that running skill could very well determine their lives when they couldn't apparate or using portkey because of some wards. And running also gave them stamina and endurance needed in the long battle. Even Moody relied too much on his magic. Harry thought that perhaps it was just the way they were being brought at by their parents.

Although he was rather glad that the ministry aurors and death eaters didn't think it was important since it was making it easier for him to either ran from them or cripple their forces.

Harry used a drying charm to dry himself when he was out of the lake. He picked Zeus from the ground and started to train with it. The demon entity inside it was whispering ways to improve his sword skill and Harry knew to trust the voice. The demon was bonded with him and obeyed him and thus wouldn't try to harm him. As long as the sword wasn't destroyed he wouldn't be able to die because the life force between them was tied. It was similar with the horcruxes actually, now that he thought of it, but instead of separating his soul and put them on objects, Harry merged half his soul with a demon entity. Even if he died it would be a temporary death and the sword would heal his crushed soul and revived him.

It has happened once afterall. At that time he was alone fighting against a pack of werewolves that served Voldemort, 3 Trolls, and an acromantula. He was still new in the hunting department at that time and still was reckless. He thought that he had killed all of them with Zeus in control and thus he was careless. A werewolf that he thought was died but obviously wasn't, drove a dagger through his heart. He died while his spirit was thrown out of his body. The demon healed his wounds and soul in incredible speed, and keeping it alive long enough for him to be able to heal him, An hour later he was revived and then beat the living shit out of the werewolf who was so terrified to see him alive after getting a fatal blow in his heart.

Voldemort knew about it after some months of research and tried to destroy the sword in many occasions, but not many things could destroy a demon sword. The only time he almost managed to destroy the sword, Harry thwarted his plan. He destroyed the items Voldemort had that were needed to destroy Zeus afterwards. Perhaps it was why the psychopath dark lord used that spell to transport him somewhere else where he wouldn't be able to ruin his plans. Too bad for him that Harry managed to kill him at the same time he cast the spell.

Harry swung his sword in powerful motion. Beads of sweat fell from his body. His technique was getting better, but he still wasn't strong enough to handle the sword weight. He really hoped that he could be fast enough and wouldn't need Zeus to take control of his body. His body would be stiff and sore for hours afterwards, but the numbers of killings he made when he was controlled surely paid the price even if he had to hide from both ministry and Voldemort to have a few resting hours he needed to make sure his body would be able to recuperate. And Harry was good at hiding.

Harry panted. He leaned on a tree for support. He was really exhausted and needed to rest for a while. He put aside his sword and laid on the soft grass with a relief sigh.

He started to think about the event happened in the afternoon.

That ability…if he wanted to survive here, he better quickly found a way to counter it. He doubted that the people here could only walk on a tree. Those four looked like a part of mercenary, and mercenary was ready to be hired for anything, so he doubted that it was the only ability they had.

He compared them with the mercenary in his own world. Usually a mercenary practiced weapons, martial arts, poison, stealth, and infiltration. The older man was probably the teacher, while the three were mercenary in training. If they were training than that meant they had a guild as their gathering place. Those metal bands with spirally thingy carving they wore must have something to do with the guild, a symbol perhaps.

That Kakashi even if he appeared aloof, there was something about him that couldn't make him drop his guard. He was obviously strong, but he arrived in Tazuna's house exhausted. An attack by people as strong as him perhaps? Too bad he couldn't see the fight, it would help him to understand this place and its people' abilities better.

Sitting up, he reached for the silk cloth and wrapped it around his sword. The sky was already dark and he needed to get back to Tsunami's house. He stood up taking 5 medium fishes he caught when he was swimming and headed back toward the poor town without sound.

The town was pitiful. There wasn't much to see except that it was all about poverty. The situation here reminded him of places in Britain after Voldemort succeeded in overthrowing the Order of the Phoenix. The muggles and magical societies outside Britain barricade and sealed off the country, afraid to have the dark lord attacked them. It was a mess at that time. None gave help to England. The country (the magical part) didn't have any ally after the Brititsh ministry offended them. The British magical society instead of asking for help and apologize was enraged and insulted them. Needless to say that wasn't a good move. The muggles secluded in an area heavy of security and many abandoned Britain and took refuge in other countries. There were specific tests needed to be passed to get into another country if they were from Britain. If they were muggles and without any charm put on them, they would be allowed, people with magical blood, weren't allowed to enter other countries.

Needless to say, magic was already revealed to the eyes of muggles. All countries had to handle the chaos for months before muggles calmed enough and started to accept or reject it. Some illegal muggle factions, especially in Britain were established to kill wizards and witches they met on sight and the governments had to make new security departments to handle magic cases. The Britain was hit the hardest as the muggles were attacked in some big attacks that killed many of them before the fact that magic was real was revealed. That made them extra-vengeful in handling wizards and witches. And the government couldn't do anything to contain its citizen, since almost all of them hated magic. Researches about magic were soon began with the subjects were wizards and witches, and magical creatures they caught dead or alive and in no time the muggles put extra precaution that would make magical creatures and wizards got nasty shock if they entered a designed area. Wizards and witches were hunted in Britain just like what happened in Salem centuries ago.

Harry could say that it was definitely making his life more interesting. Voldemort obviously didn't expect that muggles could perform anything like that and had to divert his full attention from Harry. The aurors that were at first searching him like crazy were forced to abandon their 'holy' mission to make a safety guard against muggles attacks instead. It also gave Harry a time to breathe as 2 forces that hunted him had to defend this time and since Harry was alone he was better in hiding than big groups like Death Eaters or ministry. The British wizards and witches that were at first screaming for his head now crying out for help.

It certainly didn't help muggleborns' standing in the magical society. And then, the muggleborns—last time he heard the rumors—being hunted by 2 sides just like him, much to his irony, since they were part of the forces that hunted him too, planning to bind and forgo their magic and reinstated back as muggles.

And it was through them and many other prisoners the news about Harry came. Harry had to use every little trick he had on his sleeves to avoid detections. With Zeus' help, he bypassed the muggle security and tore through it like a paper and disappeared as quickly as he came. He didn't want to find out what they would do if they succeeded in capturing him. Harry was well known in the muggle society as Phantom, because he could blend in shadow nicely and could slip from their guard easily. Although some of the muggle factions were determined to include him in their causes because he was hunted by those who they hunted, Harry preferred to fight alone. Beside he couldn't believe that none of the members of those factions didn't want him dead or being experimented after he finished off Voldemort.

People could call it immense paranoia.

Harry called it self-preservation.

Beside he wasn't as bad as Moody who had drilled all of those 'Constant Vigilence!' to his brain anyway.

His ancestor house--full of wards that prevented three sides from finding him—became his sanctuary and Harry was tired of it all. That was why he challenged Voldemort to duel in the open with invitations sent to all forces to oversee the battle. The battlefield was the ruined Surrey where he spent half of his life there. Muggles, magical creatures, wizards and witches all surrounded the pairing. All were tense with the presence of their enemies. The muggles stayed behind Harry since the magical society stood behind Voldemort.

Harry smirked at the irony. It was ironic to see them reconciled with the one who killed their families in the first place.

'The enemy of my enemy is my ally (AN: or is it 'friend'?)' seemed to describe the situation accurately. Though death eaters were their enemies at first, they made a truce to go against the bigger threat of their existences: the muggles. In Britain, it was now technology vs. magic, while outside it negotiations and conferences were being made between both parties for hopefully a better world.

All in all everything was chaos in Britain.

Harry didn't know whether him killing Voldemort had some impacts to the chaos. And he didn't really want to know about it, even if he sometimes wondered the aftermath of the battle. He was somewhere else now—free from all of them—where he could make another life that hopefully wasn't as bloody as his past life.

Harry snapped out of his thought and glanced back to the pitiful town. He didn't doubt that the poverty of this town was the work of this 'Gatou'.

Harry raised his eyebrow when he saw a young girl, probably about 5 years old tugged his clothes. She opened her small fragile hands fearfully. Harry's heart ached at the sight. He reached for a pouch contained 25 galleons and gave it to her with a smile. The black haired girl's eyes were so wide when she saw the gold inside it. He chuckled and ruffled her hair before leaving her.

He looked back when he heard her thanked him loudly. For safety precaution, he put a charm there to make stealing it was impossible.

He hoped that it was enough until the bridge was finished and trade ran smoothly, so the town will grow prosperous.

And he intended to make sure the bridge would be finished.

TBC…

Another chapter of Stranded! Hopefully you'll like it. A Question that all of you readers MUST answer: should I make a prequel of Stranded about Harry when this fic is over or not? It won't be a crossover though. And of course you already know the outcome and spoilers of that fic if I actually wrote it, but it will be in different perspective (not as a reminiscence only like he did in this fic) and more complete. The idea about the dealings with muggles is done in this chapter. I didn't think that I'll include muggles too when I made the first 2 chapters. I don't really have a plot for any of my stories except for some fics that have a plotted ending (though not plotted storyline in actuality). I let my hand and brain guided me and when an idea popped on my mind I always try to include it in my fics to make it much more interesting.

I will try to include some flashbacks about Harry's past in Stranded.

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