Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and Harry Potter.
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Frog Prince
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Hariel Lilliane Potter liked to think that she was special.
And not 'special' in the way that her aunt and her uncle liked to refer to her-which always meant troublesome and their attempt at being nicer at saying she was a freak in front of the neighbors, but that was heavily applied to the neighbors either way.
No.
She liked to think herself special in a way that she was princess, the same kind that they tell in stories. A Princess that was locked away in a tower or an attic, mistreated by family to the point they forget that they were worth something. A forgotten princess whose only hope was to be saved by either a dashing prince, or a fairy godmother, or would-be-killers-turned-into-good-hunters, or even by animals; anything that will save them from their sad lives, and finally be able to live a wonderful life as a princess again...or so the story always ends that way.
Fairytale or not, Hariel liked to think that she was a princess. She met all the requirements. She had an evil aunt, uncle and cousin that treated her cruelly and they weren't even 'step-anything'. Even though the house had 4 bedrooms, she was made to sleep in a dusty and cramped cupboard, surrounded by shadows and little critters that she tried to ignore. She had to wear rags that were called 'clothes', while eating only meager amounts of food that miraculously were not eaten by the creatures named Dudley and Vernon.
There were proof at least of her being a princess, as only princesses have fairy godmother's. And she had one. Though not overly reliable. She still was made to do chores that were too difficult for her to manage, so she always get punished-usually not being allowed to have any supper. Her cupboard was still a cupboard, and it was still dusty and cramped, no matter how often she wished it was more spacious and at least have a more comfortable mattress that she could sleep on.
But those weren't the proofs. Her fairy godmother was just a little forgetful, but there were times where she would receive help. Like that time where Aunt Petunia had cut her hair so viciously with scissors-Hariel cried so hard when she saw her long red locks fall to the floor-she cried all night, till she fell asleep out of exhaustion and just pure misery, only to wake up with her hair the same length as before it was cut. Aunt Petunia no longer tried to cut her hair since then, and Hariel had kept it long, now reaching the middle of her back, soft red waves and all. Then there were the days where after burning herself on the stove top from cooking, all the wounds she had never stayed long on her skin, and it was still smooth as ever.
So not knowing if it would be granted or not, seeing as her fairy godmother picked and chose what to help her with, Hariel prayed for one thing every night, just so the message won't be lost.
She prayed for someone to save her.
A prince.
Someone who can take her away from this place.
Show everyone that she was somebody.
A princess.
Her wish wasn't granted till a year later.
Her godmother was very slow, but at least it still happened.
Hariel watched as the boy, crouching in front of her in the garden, looking around frantically at his surroundings, before finally settling light sea blue eyes on her. Though Hariel couldn't appreciate the beauty of the eyes as her prince pounced on her, a knife pressed against her neck.
"Who are you?" The boy demanded of her, one hand behind her neck while the other pressed a little harder with the blade on her neck.
"Hariel." Hariel said slowly, careful to not move too much and accidentally cut herself with the knife. Aside from that she was completely distracted from the situation at hand. Her mind furiously thinking about what kind of prince her fairy godmother had chosen for her; obviously it was a warrior prince and not just a handsome face.
She didn't mind a warrior prince, at least he could save her from trouble, if she even got into that kind of trouble. No matter what her relatives said about her to the neighbors she was a good girl, and she knew that she would never get into any skirmish with thugs.
'But I guess my fairy godmother doesn't know that. Hariel thought absently, caring more about looking at her prince instead of worrying over the knife-he was what she wished for and she knew he would be a good person. He was just rough around the edges-and she wouldn't put it past her fairy godmother of stealing the boy from wherever he came from.
The nameless prince finally let her go, probably having realized that she was just an innocent girl, wrongfully accused and treated by her own family.
"Where am I?" His voice was still that of a boy, but Hariel knew that he was older than her from his look.
And he dressed quite strangely for her...all those bandages wrapped around his arms and shins, but he wasn't hurt anywhere.
"Little Whinging, Surrey." Hariel dutifully answered.
"Where is that?" His brows furrowed in confusion.
"Great Britain...London..." She added, and seeing the confusion continue to stay, she concluded that he was indeed stolen from wherever he belonged. Hariel worried her bottom lip. "I think I'm responsible for what has happened to you, being stolen away and such."
The blonde looked her over once before shaking his head. "No, you had nothing to do with it."
"Oh I think I do." Hariel insisted.
He ignored her, settling himself more comfortably on the ground in front of her, and having a look in his eyes that Hariel guessed to be him thinking deeply about the situation-at least she would if she was in the same situation. Even though he seemed to be more relaxed, Hariel doubted he was not prepared for anything.
"What's your name?"
He looked at her carefully. "Do you know Konoha?"
"Is Konoha your name?"
He watched her carefully again before answering. "Minato."
"Minato." Hariel enunciated every syllable of his name slowly, testing how it sounded. It was foreign but it was beautiful. She smiled widely at him, a proper introduction was in order. "My name is Hariel Lilliane Potter." And I have been waiting a long time for you.
She stuck out her hand for Minato to shake.
Only for him to disappear on her.
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Minato looked around him and found himself in much more familiar surroundings of Konoha. He let the chakra of those in Konoha comfort him, proof that he was truly home. It had been disturbing to not feel a hint of chakra anywhere in that strange place.
No this was definitely not Little Whinging Surrey.
And there was no little girl that had deep ruby red hair, and big bright green eyes, with such a delighted smile on her face; no little girl with dirt on her pale cheeks from tending the garden, and ragged clothes that seen better days.
No. There was no Hariel Lilliane Potter.
Minato picked up the kunai that he had thrown into the bark of the tree. He needed to do more research on the Flying Thunder God technique before experimenting with it again.
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Note: I needed to write it.