"Hey Neville how was break?" Harry asked, as the boy disembarked from the train.
"Fine." Neville seemed nervous, and Harry noted why as soon as he saw Neville's old wand in hand.
"You didn't get a new wand?" He asked incredulously.
"My gran said if it worked fine for my father than there must be something wrong with me." he admitted looking down, it was like all the confidence the boy built up while being at Hogwarts just got torn back down.
"Yeah there is." Harry agreed. "It's called you are not compatible with the wand, that's like saying because your dad loved turkey you have to as well, you are not your father and there is nothing wrong with that." He said putting his hand on Neville's shoulder, in a comforting gesture. "Come on." he began to make his way to the headmaster's office to find Professor dumbledore only to meet him halfway there.
"Professor." Harry called and Neville seemed to shrink as the headmaster's attention turned to them.
"Ah Mr. Potter and Mr. Longbottom how are you today, settling backing nicely I hope?" he said smiling at them his usual twinkle in his eye.
"Fine, it's just Neville here needs a new wand." Harry said indicating to Neville who clearly did not like the headmaster's attention being on him.
Dumbledore frowned. "Why did something happen on the train?" he knew arguments were common on the train but to break another wizard's wand.
"No it's just his wand doesn't fit." Dumbledore looked at Harry strangely Ollivander wasn't known for poorly matching up wands then Neville held out his wand and Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. he may not have had the same memory for wands as Garrick did but he would recognize the wand of a member of the order of the phoenix.
"Mr. Longbottom may I ask why you are using your father's wand?" It better not be the reason he thought it was.
"M-m-my gran gave it to me." Neville stuttered seeing Dumbledore's eyes narrow.
"I see." he sighed he knew Augusta was still grieving for her son but that did not give her the right to try and force Neville to take his place. "I am assuming you wish for permission to go and get Mr. Longbottom a new one?"
Harry nodded. "I am willing to pay for it, but it doesn't seem right to let Neville fall behind because his grandmother is stubborn. He is just as powerful as I am." well not really he didn't even come close to half his reserves but he was still more powerful than everyone else in their year.
"Well I do have business in the alley as well so I suppose you may accompany me." he agreed as they headed up to his office.
The stopped in front of an ornate fireplace and Dumbledore grabbed a pot from the top of the mantle. "Do you know what floo powder is Mr. Potter?"
"No sir." he said shaking his head, he should really look up magical means of transportation sometime soon if only so he could explain the Kamui.
"Well it is very simple you just grab a small amount just a pinch." He warned before Harry could take too much. Neville grabbed about a quarter teaspoons worth while Dumbledore grabbed barely a few grains.
Noticing his look of confusion between the differing amounts Neville explained. "Floo powder is inherently magical but the floo system also uses some of your magic as well so the more powerful you are the less you need. A muggle would need nearly half a cup while squibs tend to need around an eighth of a cup." Harry put back back some of the powder till he had almost a quarter of what Neville had, Neville noticed but did not take offence knowing full well the difference in power between the two of them.
The flames turned green and Neville stepped in throwing his powder down with a call of. "Diagon Alley." Harry followed in suit behind him with a similar call.
Rushing through the flames would normally of been just an incomprehensible rush of images of various places, but with the sharingan Harry could see each individual fire place as it went by. It seemed if their fireplace was lit it was considered connected to the network regardless of whether or not there was any floo powder in it. As proven by the fact that he saw a man and a woman in an intimate moment right as he left the network.
Harry flew out of the network with the speed of a bullet, he may have taken the difference in reserves into account when he took the floo powder but he had forgotten to take into account potency. Factoring that in he should have taken as much as Dumbledore.
Neville could help but chuckle as the ever graceful Harry landed on his back with a groan of pain. "Yeah yeah laugh it up Neville but remember I get to watch as you try and find a wand." Dumbledore emerged from the fireplace with a graceful flourish.
"Mr. Potter it seems you may have taken a bit too much." Dumbledore said with an amused twinkle. Harry muttered a few choice expletives but Dumbledore didn't seem to hear him. "I am sorry Mr. Potter could you speak up my hearing isn't what it used to be." he said, as Harry got up.
"I said it seems you are right professor." he growled out while Neville struggled to hold in his laughter.
"Ah I see." he nodded with a smile. "Well then let us get Mr. Longbottom's wand first." he said as they headed off to Ollivander's.
Entering the shop Dumbledore turned and addressed the air. "Hello Garrick it is nice to see you again." he greeted and the spell that had been hiding Ollivander shimmered out as the old man appeared.
"Hello Albus." the wand maker greeted with a small frown no doubt upset about his fun being ruined. "It is good to see you as well." he turned Neville. "Mr. Longbottom how nice to see you." he nodded, before his eyes found Neville's wand and the older man frowned. "I see so that is why you did not come in for a wand this summer. I had assumed you had merely gone to Melton's in Hogsmeade." he said referencing the sister shop to his own, run by a friend of his and fellow apprentice to his father, Melton though the man still used the name Ollivander on the shop.
"Y-yeah m-my gran gave me my father's" he confirmed and Ollivander frowned.
"That was a poor decision, Ash Wood and dragon heartstring, a wand that is not meant to be passed, as ash rarely works as well for anyone but their original owner and dragon's are notoriously difficult for get them to let go of anything." he said listing the attributes of the wand.
"I will leave them in your hands Garrick as I have other business to attend to." Dumbledore said with a nod, before stepping outside.
Ollivander nodded absent mindedly but he had already begun to look for a wand to give Neville. It took several hours and many comical explosions but in the end it settled eleven inch chestnut with a core of dryad vine. "I must say I can't recall how long I have had this wand, if I had to hazard a guess I would say you exceed at Herbology?"
Neville nodded looking at his new wand in wonder, it just felt right. "Mr Ollivander I forgot to ask last time I was here but do know of a place where I can buy a wand holster?" Harry asked.
"Hmm I sell them though I would suggest waiting a year or so wand holsters are much too large for your arm as it is now." Ollivander told him, a wand holster was usually around twelve inches long and a child rarely had the arm length to comfortably fit one. if one could fit at all.
Harry frowned but nodded. "Of course thank you Mr. Ollivander." Harry said before he paid the man and left with Neville in tow. The two of them waited for Dumbledore at the nearby ice cream shop.
Half an hour later the man showed back up. "I am sorry that took me longer than expected." Dumbledore apologized, the group of three got up and made their way back to the Floo station, Dumbledore payed for a small amount of Floo powder before handing Harry a smaller amount than last time.
"I will have to go first, wait thirty seconds before following." Dumbledore said stepping into the fireplace. "Hogwarts Headmaster's office." he called as green fire consumed him.
Harry waiting thirty seconds before following, he stumbled out of the fire at high speeds but much slower than last time as he at least managed to keep his footing.
Neville followed through a moment later. "Thank you headmaster." he said with a small bow.
"It was no problem." Dumbledore dismissed and the two of them departed.
"Thanks for that Harry." Neville said as they made their way down to the clearing, Neville wanting to test out his new wand. Only to stop short when they got there.
"'Ello." Harry said awkwardly as Hermione and Daphne glared at them.
"Hello and where were YOU!" Hermione asked. "You have been gone for hours!"
"We were getting Neville a new wand." Harry said pointing to Neville who shot him a betrayed look. How could he throw him under the bus like that?
Hermione glared as she remember finding out that Neville's grandmother had refused to buy him a new wand. "I still can't believe that woman, refusing to get her grandson a new wand just because she believes that his father's should work just as well." she muttered making Neville and Harry take a step back.
Turning their attention to the female member of their group who wasn't currently thinking about how to destroy the world as they knew it. "Hey Daphne." Harry greeted. "How's your sister?"
"Hi Harry, she is fine." Daphne waved Harry's eyes narrowed when he saw her wince it was barely noticeable but given the healing magic flowing through her she must have been hurt at some point.
"Are you okay?" he asked worried. "Your hurt."
Neville and Hermione turned to her in surprise, she didn't mention this. "It's nothing." she dismissed. "I got hurt playing with Astoria." she quickly changed the subject. "How as break here at Hogwarts? I think you were the only slytherin who stayed right?"
Harry nodded with a smile. "Yeah it was nice to not have to wake up to Malfoy's bitching." Hermione slapped him on the head.
"Language!" She scolded, "but also is he really that much of a drama queen?"
"Definitely." Daphne agreed. "I remember hearing him complaining about running out his favorite shampoo. Which is impressive considering I was also in the bathroom on the next floor." she said, Merlin Malfoy was such a little diva. Throwing a hissy fit every time something doesn't go his way.
"You know how annoying it is to hear 'my father will hear about this!' every five minutes, or whenever he sneezes."
"Hey at least he bathes," Hermione said. "Ron Weasley smells awful, and eats like a slob."
"Try sharing a dorm with him." Neville retorted, and the group of kids burst into laughter.
"I am curious is most of slytherin really as racist as they appear?" Hermione asked, because while Harry had the excuse of being raised in the muggle world, Daphne was raised as a proper heiress.
"Not really, sure they are willing to throw out slurs but only when it benefits them, most just don't care about muggleborns." Harry said, sure most thought they were better than muggleborns but they weren't all pro-killing all Muggleborns. Most didn't see why they were already above them so why should they kill them.
"What's the hierarchy like in there?" she asked a bit curious. "Do you really have leaders in each year."
"No we have leaders for every three years, normally the one with the most political influence sits on the top with the most influential seventh year being on top of them all." Daphne explained.
"Where do you sit on the food chain than?" Neville asked curiously.
"Around the middle high enough to safe from any bully attempts but not to high where I have to engage in politics."
"And Harry?"
Daphne snorted in amusement. "Sorry sorry." she apologized grinning. "You how I said there are power plays in Slytherin?" they nodded. "Well taking down the boy who-lived would have put Maldas Eneir on top for the third years and thus all lower years but it backfired on everyone there, Harry with his magical power and status as the boy-who-lived puts him on top of the entire food chain, as with a mere word he could ruin a lot of families standing." and wasn't that the truth, as the boy-who-lived making enemies of one family would send many scurrying for his favor. With his magical power no one had been able to bring him down even slightly, seeing anything anyone tried coming from miles away. Normally it was a constant series of rises and small falls constantly trying to humiliate your enemies while avoiding any traps set for you. Most students even ones with influence like Malfoy were hit several times but usually retaliated quickly. But Harry hadn't been touched ignoring everyone and dodging any attempts to humiliate him. When one student had the gall to call him out on it he retaliated perfectly.
"I'm sorry who are?" Harry asked looking up from his book to look the third year in the eye.
"I am Jackson Mistile, heir to the Mistile family." the boy answered arrogantly.
"And there is your answer." Harry said putting his book down and addressing the entire common room. "All of you are scurrying around trying desperately to gain some small fragment of power political or otherwise, your greatest achievements is being heir to a family. I am Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived, I vanquished a dark Lord before I was two, I am more powerful than anyone in this room, Magically, Politically and Intellectually. My name will live on for centuries as the Boy who survived the killing curse and vanquished a dark lord before I could speak. You will all be forgotten as some random lord or lady to some random family that once held power. You will struggle your entire lives to gain a fragment of the power I wield." he said making several of them glare at him.
"Watch your tone Potter!" one of the seventh years growled several students drawing their wands. He started chuckling. "What's so funny?" one student asked several of them looking around to make sure they were not about to be caught off guard by a teacher entering the room.
"Well several things but mainly that it takes a group of teenagers to threaten an eleven year old." he said before he remembered something. "Oh and the fact that none of you have noticed I haven't been in the room since this conversation started." with that Harry shimmered out of existence revealing he was an illusion. Several seventh years cursed as he once more got the drop on them, and under a second illusion Harry stood in the corner of the room watching in amusement.
He wasn't quite at the level where he could control an illusion and be outside of visual and hearing range, but it was still amusing watching them to try and catch him off guard. In all truth they had managed to do that several times not close the amount they hoped only about three or four times but they still managed to do it. He just covered it up in an illusion to hide it and make them think it failed. It did help him develop better situational awareness.
"I didn't know they managed to catch you in some of their traps." Daphne said as they finished the story.
"Oh it only worked the first few times after that I managed to avoid them." Harry said, dismissing any concerns with a wave.
"I don't get it." Hermione said her brow furrowed in confusion. "Even with the illusion you put over your eye you should not be this good at casting them."
"I have plenty of practice using them on my cousin."
"Why would you need to put an illusion on your cousin?" even if he did fight with him they had seen his workout routine and there was no way, any muggle kid was beating him in a fight.
"You seemed to forget before I got this eye, I was skinny and weak, it took years for my body to get like this." he told them, he knew they had a hard time imagining him weak after all he always seemed to do everything so easily. But it took him years of hellish effort to get to this level. "And my cousin is a bully and a big guy, I found the best way to deal with him was illusions, it took me a while to master them but I think it was worth it."
Hermione absorbed this, logically she knew that had to have once been like them a normal kid but it was so hard to picture a Harry who wasn't always in control.
Done so people making these always seemed to forget that in the books despite all the bullying and insults he rarely snapped. Against malfoy in first year on the brooms yes he was impulsive but he didn't snap. Ron was always the one who exploded but Harry had actually pretty good control over his emotions, it's just he is always pushed to the limit so when he did snap it was normally big and dramatic. Like Ron exploded so often in the books, you couldn't name all the incidents, but Harry while he did get angry rarely snapped so his were a lot more memorable. It's because growing up with the dursley's basically gave him a lot of practice deal with an entitled little shit who thinks he is better than everyone else.
you know I was checking my reviews and I always get those in my email so I don't have to remember how many I have before. But anyway I was checking through and recently my other stories had been a lot of new reviews. Now like most writers most of my reviews come in just after I post a new chapter so it took me while to understand why I was suddenly getting more reviews and I realized it was because this story, it is the only one of my stories in a massive archive most of the others are in obscure ones like young justice or x-men evolution or skyrim, ones with only a hundred at most in it. But the naruto/harry potter archive has over two thousand stories in it. Meaning it has a lot more people going into it to look for stories, and if you are like me when you read a story you like you go and see if the author has anymore to read that you might like, and not to toot my own horn but this is a more unique harry potter story as for some reason it is really popular to send Harry to the village hidden in the leaves during fifth year and expect him not to die in his first fight. I just can't see canonical wizards keeping up with shinobi, people who move so fast that they could slit your throat before you knew they were there.
I also don't really like stories where say star wars characters crash lands on earth and need to go to hogwarts for some reason. Or a character had never before mentioned their sibling that just so happen to go to hogwarts when earth hasn't even figured out how to get to mars or just that trope in general regardless of which crossover it is. Or the justice league gets deaged and sent to hogwarts, it's like what the hell! Sorry didn't mean to rant.
Sorry for the long AN now to reviews
Elquenodebesernombrado: thank you for that I forgot all about that, I can also imagine him now just sitting down in slytherin common room reading an invisible book.
JDS62: sorry no at least not canonically maybe he will go in a one shot.
IDZ: I didn't even think about that but that sounds pretty interesting.
Plums: what are you talking about? He only told his closest friends. And remember he is an eleven year old who has never any friends before plus they already saw his eye his abilities.