A/N: I'll continue this story. Only if you guys promise to review:pouts: It's no fun writing a story if nobody reviews it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, save for the idea of the plot. So do not sue me for writing this story!

In a time of Gods and demons, the Realm of Light was eternally fighting a war against the Realm of Darkness. Realizing they could not win, the Gods created a warrior to fight for them. They called him...

The Protector.

The Protector had many abilities. I.E., an elemental master; being able to control more than one element, a shadow master; the ability to control darkness, a master of un-armed combat, a swords master, an quiet skilled in archery. There were even hidden powers yet unknown to anyone.

Peace reigned for several centuries, and things were quiet for awhile.

Sadly, it would not last.

In a battle against the Demons, the Protector was fatally wounded. Knowing he had no choice, the Protector retreated to the Realm of Light, and slid to his feet; dying.

The hood of his cloak gave away, revealing the handsome face of a sixteen year old boy.

Slightly past waist length silver blue hair was pulled into a thick braid, a kind elven shape face, slightly pointy ears, and almond shape silver blue eyes. He wore a simple silver white tunic, silver leather boots, and a silver white cloak. His hand was hovering over a large wound on his chest. Wincing, he removed it, noting a bright moonlight silver liquid staining his slender fingers.

Blood.

The blood of an immortal actually.

/Protector/

He looked up through hazy eyes to see his creators surrounding him. Actually, they had no physical form and merely appeared to him as balls of light and booming voices.

Gods.

Sheesh.

/We can save your life/

The Protector let out a loud snort. The wound was fatal. There was no way he could survive. Unless...they wouldn't dare! Would they?

"And that would be?" He asked weakly, looking at them tiredly.

/Your power will be divided among chosen warriors of the universes. And your physical form will be separated into two souls./

The Protector was surprised by this.

"And the two chosen are...?"

/The mutant ninja turtle known as Leonardo Hamato and the human wizard known as Harry James Potter./

The Protector gave a smile before his eyes closed for the final time in this life. The moment his eyes closed, a tiny ball of shimmering silver light left his heart before shattering into pieces and scattering throughout the universes. The Gods then focused on the now lifeless body of their warrior. The delicate frame of the body slowly began to digitize, until he was completely gone.

Soon the beginning of the end will occur...

Blue eyes flew open in shock as the small mutated turtle sat up in his bed; deep within the sewers of New York City. Which the turtle and his family called "The Lair". He was soaked with sweat and breathing heavily. Even his bright blue bandanna that was wrapped around his head, was clinging to him due to his sweat. He made a face at that.

Ew.

The turtle's name was Leonardo or "Leo" to his brothers.

Leo was six, the eldest of his three brothers. Raphael who was five wore a red bandanna, Donatello was four and wore a purple bandanna, and Michelangelo was the youngest at three and wore an orange bandanna.

"You okay?" Asked a sweet voice.

Huh?

Leo looked up and blinked his blue eyes in shock. Sitting at the foot of his bed was a little human boy about his age. The little boy had messy black hair which fell over surprisingly bright moonlight silver eyes, he had a delicate elfin like face, and a funny lighting shape cut on his forehead.

"Who are you?" The mutant asked curiously, his voice slightly husky; showing signs his voice would be deep and rich when he grew older. The boy smiled warmly and held out his hand. "My name's Harry. Nice to meet you!" He said happily, his voice was sweet and melodious. Leo smiled and reached for Harry's hand, but gasped as his three fingered green hand went right through the boy's slender one. "Are you a ghost?" He asked, amazed.

Harry shook his head, looking just as surprised as Leo. "I thought you were." The raven haired boy exclaimed.

"Leonardo...Harry..."

Both boys looked up at the same time, hearing their names being called by a sweet female voice. Leo stared in awe; seeing a beautiful red haired woman leaning calmly against the door to his room. Her wavy red hair framed her cherubic face as laughing bright green eyes twinkled at them. She wore a simple white gown and sandals. Protruding from her back were two large feathery white wings.

An angel...

Harry blinked his silver eyes, wondering why she looked so familiar. Then it hit him. "Mum?" He asked shakily. The woman smiled as the little boy hugged her legs fiercely. Leo felt a pang of guilt in his chest, sensing that Harry's parents were dead. But, something about this seemed...off.

"Excuse me mam," Leo began politely. "But who are you?" He questioned, blue eyes curious. The woman formly known as Lily Evans-Potter, looked at the mutant turtle with a smile.

"I am Lily Potter. Do you recall the dream you two had about the legend of the Protector?" They both nodded, a bit surprised. She sighed. "It wasn't a dream. It did happen a long time ago." Leo's sapphire eyes widen in shock as he realized what it meant. "This means Harry and I will re-merge when we're sixteen?" He asked slowly. She gave a sad nod. Then Leo remembered something. "What about my brothers and Master Splinter?" He asked worriedly. Harry raised an eyebrow at that. "'Brothers and Master Splinter?'" He mouthed. "'Tell you later.'" Leo mouthed back.

Lily shook her head. "No. I'm afraid they cannot know until after the merge. I am sorry about that Leonardo, but those are the rules of reincarnation. They must figure it out on their own." Leo sighed at that. None of his family would like that. Especially Donny and Raph. They hated it when Leo kept things from them. Not even Master Splinter liked it when Leo hid things. "Alright." He admitted, pouting. After Harry's curious looks, Leo explained to his newly discovered other half about his life and vice versa for Harry.

After half an hour, Lily spoke up. "I'm sorry Leonardo, but Harry must leave now." She disappeared and Harry faded away. Leo laid back down, a huge grin on his face. Hm, seems llife was about to get a lot more interesting.

A whole lot more.

Can I ask you guys something? Can someone please get me the lyrics for "Proud of Your Boy" sung by Clay Aiken and Jessica Simpson and Nick Lachey's version of "A Whole New World" ? I was thinking about adding them in there. Maybe even add "A Friend Like Me" that was sung in the movie Aladdin.

Who knows?