Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto.

Summary: Voldemort is defeated but everyone Harry loved has died as well. When Harry is transported to the Hidden Leaf Village he lives on, but soon he will discover he is fated to be drawn to another mass murderer – Uchiha Itachi. HP Naruto Crossover

Warning: This story will contain spoilers from Naruto and Harry Potter so if you don't like spoilers don't read this story. Also, some facts may be different from the original plot and characters might behave differently from their original natures but that is how I need them in order to write my fanfic so again if you don't like it refrain from reading it. The genre is Drama/Hurt/Comfort, Harry is emotionally hurt. In this fic, Harry may behave emotional and depressed (but not throughout entire storyline) so think carefully before you write something to you don't like my fic please read something else but if you have constructive criticism for me do go ahead and enlighten me. Lastly, there might be some future violence or coarse language. You have been warned!

Chapter 3: To Live On…

"One child had eyes that used to be more vibrant than any emeralds in the world while another child had eyes that used to be brighter than any rubies in the world. But now, both children were lost, both eyes holding shadows deeper than any night can bring… Though they lived on, they were living no more…"

It was the most blood-curdling scream that anyone in the room had ever heard before. However, they had a bigger problem on their hands, as soon as the boy named Harry started to scream, all the monitors, windows and everything else that was fragile enough to break, broke. Pieces of glass and other things were flying everywhere. Harry, who was near the monitor that was checking his vitals, wasn't spared when the monitor's screen exploded. Fragments of flying glass left angry marks on Harry, leaving blood to show where they had passed, but the teen didn't stop screaming.

Tenzo moved toward Harry with the intention of knocking him out but was forcefully thrown back into the wall by some unseen energy. The same thing happened when the other ANBU nearby came in and tried to touch the teen. Sarutobi wasn't sure how long it had been but before long Harry stopped screaming and fell unconscious, the unexplainable storm died down as well. When Sarutobi reached to touch the teen's bleeding cheek, he sighed in relief when he wasn't thrown back like his ANBU had been.

"Are you hurt, Hokage-sama? Are you injured anywhere?" Kazuki asked immediately along with Ibiki and other ANBU after the mysterious happenings in the room had ended.

"Other than few scrapes from the debris I am fine, Kazuki. Could you check the teen?" Sarutobi asked calmly. The doctor instantly complied. After watching Kazuki checking up on Harry, Sarutobi turned to his men and asked in a concerned voice.

"And how about the rest of you? Is anyone injured?"

"No, sir." ANBU promptly answered in unison. Sarutobi nodded in response then turned his head toward Ibiki.

"How about you Ibiki?"

"I am fine, Hokage-sama." Ibiki replied without hesitation, however, Sarutobi wasn't satisfied with the answer so he asked the special jounin again.

"I can see that, but you were affected by the boy's gen-jutsu. What was it like?"

Ibiki was quiet at first, trying to recollect the event that happened not long ago. After some thought, he finally replied to his superior.

"Well. I felt… calm, as though all feelings of responsibility and anxiety were gone… I was bit confused and couldn't think straight. I guess it was like a trance-like state. When the teen said to hand him the stick back, I couldn't resist him. The boy was like… How should I put it? Enormous?" Although Ibiki tried his best to explain what had happened, he wasn't satisfied with his description.

"Enormous?" Sarutobi urged Ibiki to elaborate on his explanation. Ibiki signed inwardly not wanting to admit what he was about to say, but still answered truthfully looking a bit embarrassed.

"I hate to admit it, but the teen's presence felt like it was too big and powerful to resist."

"Powerful? Now that's an enormous compliment coming from you Ibiki." Kazuki teased. After performing a last check up on the teen, Kazuki then turned to Hokage to inform his findings.

"He is fine Hokage-sama, but he is exhausted. He is in a similar state to those who has drained their chakra completely. The most fascinating thing is, according our machines, before it blew up, and a Hyuuga Med-nin, that teen is like any other civilian, that is to say, he doesn't have a developed chakra circulatory system. And from the brief tests I performed on him now tells me that his next to non-existent chakra isn't drained at all. In fact, he's normal chakra wise, therefore what we saw and experienced is highly unlikely any kind of chakra based jutsu."

"How can that be possible? Didn't you see what happened?" Sarutobi couldn't believe what he was hearing because what he'd just heard couldn't possibly be true. They had all felt and experienced a miniature typhoon strong enough to destroy most anything fragile. It also seemed to blow up monitors and any kind of electric or jutsu based equipment. The disastrous mess was, undoubtedly, caused by the teen, yet the teen had no chakra circulatory system? There was no way to hide one's chakra system once it was developed, especially when one of Kazuki's trusted med-nin had the Byakugan.

"Oh, I saw what happened alright. I can still feel what happened under my feet so shut it." Kazuki told him irritably while looking around the room.

Kazuki was so irritated that he referred his friend without much respect to let him know that he was just as frustrated. Actually, irritated would be the understatement of the year, for Mihara Kazuki. All the precious monitors and equipments had been destroyed by something that even Hokage couldn't explain! Kazuki's thought of all the expensive and precious tools or what was left of it.

"Kazuki, I know you're frustrated. I am too. I'll make sure to give the hospital large enough budget to make up for it next month." Sarutobi hoped that this little promise would lighten his friend's mood but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Kazuki seemed to become even more upset.

"Make up for it?! For what?! Arrgghh! My precious monitors and equipment! What a waste! They weren't even a year old!" Kazuki yelled at the Hokage.

Sarutobi sighed and led his hysteric friend out the room. Maybe it was time to change shifts to Sasaki Kaede instead so Kazuki could retire and fret somewhere other than in the hospital for the rest of the day. He ordered the other ANBU to keep a watch on the teen and report back to him if anything were to happen.

"What are we going to do about him?" Kazuki asked the third and pointed at the unconscious teen.

"Just treat him slowly, but don't heal him completely." Exhaustion was now evident in Satutobi's voice. He thought that it might be good idea for him, too, to retire for the rest of the day.

"Even without your order, I know the teen is too suspicious to be fully healed from the experience. What I meant was; what are you going to tell the Council." Kazuki spat back to his friend irritably.

"Well, my dear friend, I guess we'll have to keep it quiet until the time comes to reveal about our mysterious guest." The third Hokage said as though it was the most obvious thing to do.

"Sarutobi!" Kazuki couldn't believe his ears. Was Sarutobi mad? Kazuki couldn't help but wonder if the Hokage's age or heavy duty job was taking its toll. It wasn't unheard of for the Hokages to take actions without the Council's approval, or knowledge no matter how much the Council disliked and criticized the decision. The decision about the fox demon container was a good example of a Hokage acting without mentioning it beforehand to the village Council. But at least they knew everything about the demon vessel, however, they knew nothing of this new-comer. This complete stranger could endanger the entire village and yet Hokage was going to hide him safely from the Council?

"I know, I know. But I just don't like other thick-headed people like Koharu or Danzo to hear about him just yet." Sarutobi whined like an irritated child.

"They are two very different people." Kazuki told his friend with distaste evident in his voice.

It was true that Kazuki wasn't on the best terms with Koharu but he absolutely loathed Danzo. The man was a war maniac in the veteran doctor's opinion. Oh how dearly Kazuki had wished that during war times aforementioned war maniac would work in the hospital site near frontlines so that he could see what it was like to clean up the mess rather than making it. During the war, med-nins sometimes had to go on and on with little food and rest for three days straight to save their comrades' lives.

"True, but both are too thick-headed to listen to what I have to say. I just want to make sure he's a threat before I throw him to the Council."

Well, Kazuki had to agree with Sarutobi about that. He couldn't argue with the first point but he did not agree with the second point and voiced his dissent.

"In my opinion he should be considered a threat, because he isn't from this village."

"Better safe than sorry, is it?" Sarutobi asked with the bitter smile as many faces from the past came back to haunt him.

"Yes. Better to label him an enemy than not to." Replied Kazuki in cold emotionless voice. The third signed at Kazuki's sudden change in attitude and tried to speak to him but was cut off by said doctor. "Look, what is wrong with you? This isn't like you."

"He… just reminds me of someone." Sarutobi couldn't lie to Kazuki so he hesitantly but truthfully answered Kazuki's question.

"Reminds you of someone?" Kazuki asked incredulously. "That's all? That's the reason you're putting our village in danger?! Just to let you know, the keyword here is 'our' not 'yours.' Do you understand?" Kazuki was starting to feel headache threatening to overwhelm him.

"Kazuki." Sarutobi plead his friend's name and at this Kazuki looked away. The doctor refused to make an eye contact with Sarutobi but instead made a statement.

"You are making that face again."

"What face?" Sarutobi asked Kazuki not sure what he was talking about.

"The face you made when 1st and 2nd Hokage-sama died, when Hatake Yagumo committed suicide, when Tsunade left the village for good, when Asuma left the village after the fallout with you, when Orochimaru left and became a missing-nin, when the 4th died after sealing the demon fox, when Konoharmaru's parents died and you most recently made that face when Uchiha Itachi massacred his clan and became a missing-nin."

The look of comprehension dawned on Sarutobi at Kazuki's answer. The third Hokage smiled sadly at the memories and replied to his friend.

"Everyone has their regrets in their life. Just like your regrets that made you a 'better safe than sorry' person."

"That is the way of shinobi's life. Who knew that a cheery, clumsy and slow person like me would ever become what I am today? Take a look at Kakashi. Who would have ever thought he would smile and act like he is now about 13 years ago?" Kazuki said remorsefully and all the while saying this Kazuki seemed to be absorbed into another world.

"Indeed… Indeed that's true, my friend." Sarutobi agreed.

The third Hokage also started to reflect on his past life as he answered his friend. There were moments when he had been proud, he had been sad, he had been happy, he had to be strong, however, despite the regrets he held.

"Oh, fine! I won't tell the Council! But you'd better be telling the truth about giving me more than enough a budget for next month." Kazuki grumbled and walked down the hallway.

Everything was blurry when Harry woke up again, he was still in that dreadful, white room. The only difference was there were one figure standing near the door and one figure standing near the window. Harry tensed instinctively as soon as he saw their white masks through his blurred vision but soon relaxed remembering his last conversation.

"How long was I out this time?" Harry asked no in one particular.

"A day." One of the masked man near the door answered.

"… It might have been better if it was forever." Harry muttered in a small voice. He hadn't meant for the two ANBU in the room to overhear him, but they did.

The two ANBU did not say anything; they just took a note of that comment and decided to report to the third later. After few more minutes of silence Harry asked a question again.

"Where is my wand?"

"Wand?"

The two ANBU wondered for a moment then remembered that they were informed of this stick, a so called 'wand', during yesterday's meeting. It was hard to relate a charcoal stick to childhood fairy tale's magical wand, especially when you were not so innocent anymore.

"The stick." Harry cursed inwardly as he'd involuntarily used the term wand, again.

Harry snorted when he realised that neither ANBU was prepared to answer him. Though Harry believed that he knew what had happened to his wand.

"Just tell them to bring it back to me in one piece when they're done with it. And just to help them, tell them there's nothing oh-so-special about that stick now since it's burnt to a crisp. It's no different than any other piece of burnt wood." Annoyance was leaking into Harry's voice. However, that did not stop one of ANBU to ask Harry a question.

"If there is nothing special why do you want it back?"

Harry had to think about the man's inquiry. Why did he want the wand back? It wasn't useful to Harry anymore.

"… Memento." Harry's mouth had said the word without directions from his brain. Harry laughed at himself inside. After all he went through, Harry thought he would have learned a lesson by now to not be a sentimental person. Apparently, he was wrong. Harry shook his head and turned his head to the direction of the query came from and asked the man.

"Does either of you happen to be the man who helped me yesterday?"

"Why do you ask?" Although the tone was emotionless, Harry could clearly feel the distrust emanating from the man. Harry wasn't happy with the treatment but this wasn't a Hotel and he had been in worse places. He decided to treat the man as politely as he could.

"If one of you are, then I would like to apologize for lashing out at him and thank him for helping me back to bed yesterday. If not, could you pass the word on for me?"

Harry's question was met with silence but he didn't mind. He closed his eyes and relished the moment of peace that was given to him. The sound of birdsong could be heard out the window and it soothed Harry, but still it wasn't enough to replace the song Fawkes sung for him. Harry's tranquility was disrupted when the door was opened to reveal several figures, some which Harry recognized from the other day.

"Hello young man. If my memory serves me right your name was Potter Harry?" Sarutobi asked pleasantly.

"No, it's Harry Potter." Harry corrected the old man.

"Wasn't your family name Potter?" Sarutobi inquired because he was sure the teen's name was Harry and family name was Potter.

"Yes, my family name is Potter. My given name is Harry. Therefore my name is Harry Potter." Hokage creased his eyebrows at the answer given by Harry, wondering why the boy was switching the order of the name. But the elderly man's pondering was interrupted by Harry's query.

"If one of you happens to have my stick, can I have it back? Like I told these two before you guys came in, it's nothing more than a burnt piece of wood now."

Sarutobi took note of the word 'now' at the end of Harry's last sentence. Teen's use of the word indicated that the stick had been something before it was burnt, but if this was true that it was useless now, then why did he want it back?

"If that's is the case then why do you want it back?" At the old man's inquiry, Harry gave him the same response he has given to other masked man.

"It's a memento."

It sounded suspicious after what had happened the other day but the third moved on to the next question.

"Of who?"

"A friend." Harry replied simply but it seemed the man who reminded Harry of Dumbledore wasn't satisfied with the answer.

"Who would that friend be?"

"That's none of your business."

Everyone in the room noticed that the teen became little defensive and afterwards there was a moment of silence. Although Harry wasn't asking who the old man was, in truth, Harry was curious who this man was. But also, he was afraid to get mixed up with someone, especially someone who reminded him of Albus Dumbledore.

"I am Sarutobi, the third Hokage."

"Hokage? What's… never mind." Harry decided not to bother anymore thinking there was no point in getting to know who this elderly man was.

"You don't know what a Kage is?" Sarutobi thought he had heard it wrong. Surely, everyone knew what the title of Kage meant.

"No." Harry's simple answer contradicted the third Hokage's precious notion.

"Then why don't you ask about it?" Sarutobi frowned slightly, remembering the teen stopping in his mid-sentence before finishing the question.

"Thought it wasn't important. And it shouldn't matter anyway." Harry looked away to window as he said this. The birdsong could be still heard and Harry's heart ached reminding him of how much he missed his feathery friend.

"Well, I would like to ask you few questions." Sarutobi tried a cheerful tone, but it didn't seem to be as contagious as he'd hoped.

"Sure, ask away." Harry answered him exasperatedly.

"Why were you in that shrine, and how did you get there?" Yes, that question has been haunting not only Sarutobi but also everyone else who knew about the teen's existence.

"What shrine?" Harry raised one of his eyebrows. Harry wasn't sure what the man was talking about.

"The shrine we found you in." Sarutobi said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. However, that wasn't the case for Harry since the events previous to waking up in this room was still jumbled. After trying to get his memories in order, Harry informed the elderly man of his findings.

"… I don't know. Only thing I know is that I was on a field and next thing I can remember is me being here, in this room." That answer certainly didn't help anyone in the room, actually it only added on to the list of questions.

"Then how did you get here? To this village?"

"I don't know." At Harry's answer, Sarutobi looked at him skeptically. Harry sighed feeling uncomfortable at the silence followed after his answer and decided to elaborate more. "My friend is one who brought me here so I don't know. I don't know where I am or how I got here."

"Who's your friend and where is he now?" Sarutobi's question brought a sad expression to Harry's face. Nevertheless, Harry still answered resignedly.

"It doesn't matter anymore. He's dead." There, Harry finally said it, Fawkes was dead. Even though he had told himself this countless times in his head, saying it out loud made it more real. It was like Harry was finally accepting the fact that he was alone and he needed to let go of Fawkes and move on with his life.

"Who was this friend?" Sarutobi asked again. Harry didn't respond right away. What was Harry supposed to say? My friend was a phoenix? Harry decided on the easiest response.

"It is none of your business." But this did not discourage the third from prying for further information.

"Is that the same friend that the memento is of?"

"… like I said, it's none of your business." Harry said and Sarutobi took the hesitant answer to be a 'yes'.

"Where're you from?" Harry had to think hard again at Sarutobi's query then he suddenly got an idea.

"From a land far away, and quite unreachable." Since that was what Fawkes had said about where Harry was going, Harry thought it would work other way around. "That's what my friend told me." Even without the help of his glasses, Harry knew everyone in the room were unhappy with his answer, but Harry doubted that telling them he came from England would help the situation either. The third wasn't satisfied but decided to continue with his probing.

"The one that can't talk anymore?" Sarutobi didn't need to hear Harry's confirmation but Harry gave it nonetheless.

"Yes."

The third Hokage sighed silently. If what the teen was telling them was true, then there was no point in continuing this part of the interview. Sarutobi chose to ask about something else, entirely.

"Do you have any family?"

"My parents died when I was young." Another flat statement from Harry.

"Do you have any relatives?" Sarutobi continued softly.

"Yeah, I do." Harry spat the words as though they were poisonous. From Harry's tone, Sarutobi safely assumed the teen wasn't on good terms with his relative but still asked the question.

"Why aren't you with that person?"

"It doesn't matter. I turn eighteen soon and then she doesn't have to deal with me anymore." Something ached within Harry as he said this. He never liked Dursleys and Dursleys hated every inch of Harry, but Petunia was his only living relative, and with her came her family. The Dursleys were all the family Harry had and as crazy as it sounded, it hurt Harry a bit when he realized that he couldn't return to his relatives. Harry's thoughts were interrupted as another question came.

"Why does she hate you?"

"She hated my parents." The response established Sarutobi's theory of Harry's family life. The teen's relatives hated him. It was a guess Sarutobi had made from Harry's behaviour when he replied to Sarutobi's first question about the teen's family. When Harry didn't reply to his latest question with denial, Sarutobi took it as verification of his suspicion. When the third asked Harry about any other friends or someone close to him Harry only shook his head and looked out the window again. Everyone in the room presumed that headshake meant the teen's friends were dead. Finally, Sarutobi decided to ask a question that perhaps could help answer the mysteries behind this new-comer.

"What happened to you?" Unfortunately, Sarutobi's plan didn't work since Harry remained silent so he opted to a different tactic.

"What were you running away from?" It seemed that Sarutobi's question hit the spot because a frown was spreading on Harry's face.

Harry repeated the sentence in his head. Was he running away? No. He'd wanted to stay. Yet... he had left. Could it still be considered running away whether he'd wanted to or not? Harry contemplated the question. When one side of Harry argued that he wasn't running away, the other side of him disagreed. After going around in circles in several times, Harry gave up.

"I don't know… Everything, no... I wasn't running away… But I guess… Just leave me alone." Why was he even answering to these questions? He didn't have to answer them. They didn't force the answer from him either. The elderly man who was asking all these questions wasn't Dumbledore. He might have a similar aura, as powerful as his old headmaster, but that was it. Or was it? The man who referred to himself as Sarutobi seemed caring and worried about him, at least that was the impression Harry got. Harry thought the world hated him, just look at it putting him through this mental torture. He was sure that the man in front of him would be annoyed at the reply.

However, Sarutobi thought otherwise. It reminded him of Itachi, who wanted to be left alone but seemed lost. The third Hokage bitterly smiled to himself for how often his thought returned to the young missing nin in past few days.

"If your friend is the one who brought you here, where were you two planning to go?" Harry had to stop and think before answering Sarutobi. Fawkes never specified on where they were going, neither did he mention anything about the purpose of going to this place. Well, he had said something but Harry hadn't understood what Fawkes had been trying to tell him.

"… To his relatives. I don't know where they live, though." Harry remembered Fawkes telling him that his brethrens would find him and Harry thought using the term relative wasn't a total lie.

"Is there anywhere you plan to go or would like to go right now?" The third Hokage continued.

"Up there." Oh, the sky Harry was watching was such a tempting shade of blue even at this moment, calling to him that everyone was waiting for him there.

"You want to be with people who have passed away?" Sarutobi was shocked.

"You can put it that way, I guess." Though Harry did not say it out loud, he was thinking more along the line of being with people who loved him.

"Do you have any other places to go?" Sarutobi could guess the answer from the information he had gathered from the teen.

"No, but it doesn't matter." However, the third Hokage hadn't anticipated the words that came after the but. He shook his head slightly in display of disproval and finally declared.

"You act like someone who is going to die soon."

"Good, that means I am half way up there. Now all I need to do to cross the other half is to stop breathing." Harry spoke in mocking tone. Sarutobi quickly raised his hand to prevent other from scolding the young man for being disrespectable to the Hokage and continued with his examination.

"You don't want to live?"

"No."

Ironically, no matter how blunt and short the simplified answer was, it appeared to be the most sincere and truthful answer Sarutobi got from Harry.

"You are young, still. What could possibly make you to tire of living so soon?" Sarutobi asked with a bit of reprimand colouring his voice.

"Many things. Things that have accumulated over the years to add more weight on one's shoulders than the will to live can carry." Yet, Harry didn't die. He didn't go insane to allow him to escape his pains. But now, without a strong will to live and the people he loved, Harry was lost. He didn't know what he should do or where he should go from here.

"Which village's shinobi are you?" Sarutobi knew the chances of this stranger being a shinobi was slim after what Kazuki has informed him of the teen's physical status. But to the Hokage's knowledge, young people who lost their will to live were often shinobi.

"Shinobi? What is that?"

Now, neither Sarutobi nor anyone in the room were surprised to hear that the teen didn't know what a shinobi was. From the few conversations they'd had, they were starting to get the impression that either the boy suddenly fell from the sky or the teen was a very good actor and accomplished liar.

"You don't know?" It wasn't exactly a question this time but Harry answered non-the-less.

"Would I ask if I did?"

"Who raised you?" Even though Sarutobi was one who asked the question, he was sure the answer was the teen's relatives. The only reason the old man made such inquiry was he couldn't believe the teen's lack of knowledge about such common things as shinobi, hidden villages, and not to mention Kage. What have they been doing with the teen's life? Sarutobi was still waiting for an answer as Harry appeared to be having another inner conflict.

Who raised him? Harry reflected upon his childhood. Was it Dursleys? No, what they did was anything but raising him. Harry was told that he lived with his parents for first year of his life but he didn't remember that. Had he raised himself? The answer could be yes, in a way, but not completely, after all he did live in Dursleys's house and ate the food they had. Who had raised him?

"I don't know." Sarutobi slightly frowned at Harry's reply. He processed Harry's words then continued the conversation.

"I thought your relatives took you in."

"They did." Harry grudgingly admitted.

"Then they must have raised you, right?"

The part of Harry that loathed Dursleys screamed no but somewhere deep inside another part of Harry that had sought their acceptance whispered yes.

Because of the lack of answer, Sarutobi assumed that Harry's relatives didn't care much for the teen for the boy to even acknowledge the fact he had been raised by his relatives. The possible reason for that was abuse, in Sarutobi's experience. If this presumption was true, it did fit into the teen's childhood starvation and his stunted growth.

"What were you doing before you came to this village?"

"I went to school." Harry's answer surprised Sarutobi. He didn't expect that answer at all from Harry's lack of basic knowledge.

"What kind of school?"

"It doesn't matter now. It is gone." That answer certainly wasn't helpful but Sarutobi moved on with the dialogue.

"Was the place you lived under attack?"

"I guess you could say that." More exact description would be war, but Harry thought they didn't need to know that detail.

"What happened?"

"It doesn't matter. It is all over." Yes, it was over and Harry did not want to dwell on that memory.

"What do you mean by 'over'?"

With Harry's another dose of the silent treatment, the third felt that they were not going to go anywhere further than this so Sarutobi changed their topic.

"What would you say if I told you that you could stay and live in this village?" And Sarutobi's statement brought uproar of protest from Kazuki.

"Hokage-sama!" Sadly, Kazuki's objection was ignored by both Sarutobi and Harry as they continued their conversation like nothing had happened.

"It won't matter. I have no plan. "

"Is that yes or no?" Sarutobi asked amusedly.

"I don't know." Harry was getting a bit annoyed at the old man's tone.

"Well since you don't seem to care, would you care if I organize few things for you?" Kazuki couldn't believe his ears as he listened to his friend. Oh, they are going to have some long talk after they leave this room.

"I won't care." Then Harry turned his body towards window which resulted his back facing Sarutobi and few other people in the room. Sarutobi took that as a cue and started to head out the door.

"Good, then I will arrange few things for you, understand?"

"Sure."

Though Harry spoke in uncaring manner, in truth, he really didn't like the tone of voice the old man was giving him. Regardless of how blurred his vision was Harry felt like he was speaking with Dumbledore and his unpredictable-adventures-soon-to-come all over again. No, he sure didn't like that feeling at all.