Summary: When Harry's heritage becomes unsealed, who will teach the boy to master the "Power the Dark Lord knows not"? Set during Harry's sixth year and eight years following the Naruto series (Making Naruto and Sasuke 20).
Authors Note: The story is rated R as it contains extremely graphic violence (with Naruto and HP combined what did you expect?), as well as a lot of profanities and implied (and possibly more) Slash. If you don't like these, don't read. You have been warned. Also, just to note, this was written after Order of the Phoenix, and follows everything through the first five books. Due to the fact that the Naruto series is not complete, I have invented my own ending.
Pairings: Undecided. As far as I know now there is only going to be heavily implied slash. This does not mean there will be all slash pairings (Ron/Hermione will probably feature but it isn't definite).
Now, without further ado, you can read the Fic.
Note: The Naruto series is near complete AU in this fic. Here they were never Ninja, they were raised as Wizards. Also, there is no such thing as the Byakugan or any other Advanced Bloodline. The only Advanced Bloodline is that of the Uchiha, and this will be explained later.
Chapter 4: Duelling Accidents
Harry had barely registered the words before Sasuke was directly in front of him. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach, felt the sensation of being thrown through the air and then clattered roughly to the ground. Looking up, Sasuke was nowhere in sight.
"Where the hell did he go?"
As if in answer to his thoughts Sasuke flipped over one of the bookshelves, landing gracefully on his feet. He looked at Harry, a smirk on his face as the Tenketsu in his eyes once again began to swirl. Quickly Harry threw up his wand, Sasuke doing so at the exact same instant. They both stood in the same position and Harry quickly searched his mind for a spell to use.
"Tarantallegra!" Both voices sounded simultaneously and two jets of light met in mid air, ricocheting off in different directions as they struck. Harry was slightly unnerved but tried again.
"Impedimenta!" shouted Harry, his voice once again accompanied by Sasuke's as they cast the same spell. The spells ricocheted in opposite directions, slamming harmlessly into the walls.
"You forget Harry, I can read your every move. You can't fight me like this." said Sasuke, his voice filled with humour at Harry's irritated look.
Trying to stall, Harry began circling Sasuke. They kept in step for several moments before Harry had formulated a plan, and in unison with Sasuke brought his wand above his head.
"Serpensortia!" two voices shouted simultaneously, and two long, black snakes emerged from their wands. Immediately Harry stepped forwards.
"Disable him. Snap but do not bite." Harry commanded in Parseltongue, noting Sasuke's stunned look. He raised his eyebrows towards his Professor as the two snakes made quickly towards him, snapping at his ankles. For the first time since the duel began the Tenketsu ceased their movement and he brandished his wand to dispose of the conjured snake. Seeing his opening, Harry raised his own wand.
"Accio Dagger!" he commanded, smiling as the dagger on Sasuke's belt slid from its place and glided softly towards him. He caught it in his hand as Sasuke disposed of the second conjured snake and once again turned his eyes towards him.
"Nice trick." he said almost lazily. Harry noticed his eyes sparkling in what seemed to be anticipation. Still, Harry hadn't formulated his plan past this point. Doing the only thing he could think of he launched the dagger towards Sasuke, raising his wand and casting a disarming spell moments later.
To Harry's shock Sasuke caught the dagger inches from where his face would have been had he been standing a foot to the left, before flicking his wand and sending Harry's spell back towards him. The spell caught Harry off guard, and he felt his wand torn from his fingers as he was thrown backwards into a wall.
"You can't fight me how you are now. You'll need to awaken your Sharingan if you hope to be any match for me." shouted Sasuke, once again hidden from Harry's view. Harry knew he was right, but he had no idea how to awaken it. He remembered Grimmauld Place, remembering how angry he had been then.
"Get angry, get angry." he whispered to himself over and over, concentrating on every bad memory he had in an attempt. His initial thought was of Voldemort, and though the creature certainly inspired a lot of anger within Harry he couldn't help but be reminded of the prophecy when he thought about him. After a while a memory surfaced that made his blood heat in rage.
"Aaaaaah... did you love him, little baby Potter?"
The pressure that immediately gathered behind his eyes was enormous, and it hurt to keep it in. Taking in a deep, steadying breath, Harry opened his eyes. The table he was hiding behind was blown away in a blast of magical energy that ceased after a few seconds. Harry felt less drained than he had the last time his Sharingan had awakened, and he released the energy had been a lot weaker.
For the first time Harry looked at the world through his Sharingan, awed by the millions of colours that danced in front of him. He could see lights filling the air, and it took a few seconds for him to realise that they were shadows of the spells that Sasuke and himself had cast that day. He also noticed that almost everything in the room had a shimmer, as though coated in sparkling, golden water that was ever moving. The fact that he could actually see magic shocked him slightly, and he took a few moments to compose himself before looking for Sasuke.
"I see you managed.
The man was standing beside the door, leaning lazily against the wall and looking at Harry in amusement. Harry didn't know exactly what to do, so he simply nodded and watched as Sasuke strode forward. In his hand he held two wands, and he dangled Harry's wand lazily in front of him, almost mocking Harry.
"So, how do you intend to get this back?" he asked.
Harry concentrated again on Bellatrix, feeling the energy build slower behind his eyes. In an instant he let it out, sending Sasuke stumbling backwards, both wands falling on the floor between them. An instant later Sasuke and Harry both jumped, though Sasuke reached them an instant before Harry did. Doing the first thing that came to mind Harry threw his hand up in front of him.
"Expelliarmus!"
Several things happened at once. A bolt of light shot from Harry's hand at the same time as an agonized scream tore from his throat. Sasuke was thrown backwards as the light impacted with his chest and both wands were torn from his hands, landing unnoticed beside Harry who had fallen to the floor gripping his hand. Sasuke collided with a bookshelf and fell forwards. Seconds later he was on his feet, rushing to Harry's side.
"What the hell made you do that, I told you that you'd have to start at the basics?" he almost shouted at Harry as he grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand around to examine it.
Harry had stopped screaming and looked up at his hand, which was still being examined by Sasuke. It was red, dripping with blood and it appeared to Harry as if the skin of his entire palm had simply been ripped off. He looked away as Sasuke looked towards him before hoisting him to his feet.
"Hospital Wing." he said simply, supporting Harry as they quickly exited the room and made their way towards the only place in the castle Harry frequented more than Gryffindor Tower.
To say Madame Pomfrey was surprised to see Harry would be an understatement. She told Harry to sit on a bed as she ran to her office to fetch some potions, throwing him a dirty look as she went.
"Because I got injured just to annoy her." Thought Harry to himself, slightly annoyed. Sasuke had cast a pain relieving charm on his hand as they walked, and since Harry couldn't feel it anymore it wasn't bothering him much. He sat on the first bed he came to, noting Sasuke walking behind him and pulling up a chair.
"So, what happened this time Mr. Potter?" asked Madame Pomfrey as she reappeared, three potion bottles clutched in her hand which she dumped unceremoniously on the bedside table. Unable to answer her question Harry turned to Sasuke.
"He has extreme burns on his right hand, to the extent that the skin is practically gone. I've cast a pain relief charm so he can't feel it right now." said Sasuke, scowling slightly at Harry as he did so.
The mediwitch paused, gathering up her wand and running over Harry's hand. A slight blue glow surrounded it for a second before disappearing, at which point the pain returned. Instantly Harry pulled his injured hand to him, almost screaming in pain.
"I've had to take the charm away Mr. Potter, it would interfere with the healing process, now kindly give me your hand back." she snapped, taking Harry's hand and pouring a small amount of one of the potions onto it, before again raising her wand and casting a spell. When the spell struck the potion the liquid seemed to wrap around Harry's hand, much like a bandage.
"You will need to come back to me each morning for the next week to have that reapplied. I suggest you drink this too." she said, handing him a purple vial. "That will numb the pain without disrupting the other potion. If it weren't for the fact that you're not back at school yet I would insist you spend the night!"
Harry quickly jumped from the bed, taking the purple vial with him. Thanking Madame Pomfrey he ran from the Hospital Wing before she could change her mind about keeping him for the night. He was joined moments later in the hall by Sasuke, who immediately began to admonish him.
"I told you with wandless magic you will need to start with the basics. You've spent the past five years using your wand, you are used to gathering the appropriate amount of magic to use it. Wandless magic requires less magic to perform, so you must start at the basics to get used to controlling your flow of magic. Back there you let out enough magical energy to cast that spell ten times, and almost destroyed your hand in the process. From now on you can either listen to me and do things the easy way, or you can do it trial and error and end up in the Hospital Wing every other day."
Harry was silent. He was angry with himself for making Sasuke mad at him on his first day of training. The potion-made bandages were tingling, but Harry barely registered it as he shouted at himself in his own head.
"Just so you know though, I did the exact same thing when I first started." said Sasuke suddenly, making Harry look up at him. He wasn't smiling, but all the anger had left his face and he was looking at Harry, almost amused. Without another word he turned and walked away.
Looking at his watch Harry nearly shouted out when he noticed the time, and he ran as fast as he could towards Dumbledore's office. Surprisingly the Gargoyle already stood to the side, and Harry dashed up the spiralling staircase, grabbed the floo powder and made his way back to Grimmauld Place, hoping everyone wasn't already panicking.
Harry appeared in Grimmauld Place with an explosion of green flame, again having been spared the usual journey through the Floo network. He quickly reminded himself to ask Hermione why it was easy to move between Dumbledore's office and Grimmauld Place, but all thought was cut off as something ran at him, a flash of red apparent before the wind was completely knocked out of him.
"Harry James Potter where the hell were you? Mum's been going spare, you didn't leave a message or anything" berated Ginny, finally letting him go as she glared sternly at him.
Harry froze as he suddenly realised that everyone had indeed panicked. In the beginning the point had been slipping away in secret, not telling anyone so that nobody would try to stop him. He had failed to consider the ramifications of his actions however, until he had looked at his watch outside the Hospital Wing and realised he had been gone all day.
As though reading his expression, Ginny let out a sarcastic laugh, causing Harry snap back to reality.
"Believe me mum isn't your biggest worry. I'd say you better watch out for Remus, when he found out you were gone he went mad. Half the Order's out looking for you." She said, obviously trying to contain a giggle.
Harry cursed himself as he shouted a quick thanks to Ginny and ran from the kitchen. When he came into the hall, he froze as he caught sight of the two people he was dreading having to explain himself to.
Molly Weasley and Remus Lupin were both standing there, faces ashen with worry. Mrs. Weasley was pottering around, dusting just about everything in sight. Remus was pacing, and as he turned his eyes fixed on Harry.
"Harry!" he shouted, bounding at the boy and grabbing him by the shoulders.
Harry heard Mrs. Weasley running towards him, though he couldn't hear whatever she was saying through the sobs. He was vaguely aware of the vase she had been cleaning falling to the floor and shattering, but it was the only sound clearly definable as the two adults started talking at once in loud voices.
Eventually Harry held up a hand, since his asking them to let him explain had done no good.
"I'm sorry I had you so worried, I didn't even think to leave a note or anything. I went to Hogwarts to see Professor Uzumaki about something." He said, quickly as he could before either of them could burst in.
For a moment there was silence, then the clouds burst.
"You mean all this time you were at Hogwarts? We've been hunting high and low for you, completely out of our minds with worry and you were at Hogwarts? Half the Order is out there looking for you!"
Harry hung his head, but Remus was suddenly silenced. Looking up he noticed an exchange of expressions between the two adults before Mrs. Weasley turned to him.
"We were just worried about you, Harry dear. Now your probably exhausted, on you go up to bed Ron's in the room already I think."
Harry blanched at the thought. He hadn't talked to Ron since he had blown up the wall, and everyone else seemed to be going out of his or her way not to mention it to him, acting as if they didn't even know it had happened.
"It was going to have to come out sooner or later. I might as well tell them now."
"Mrs. Weasley. Could you tell Ginny to come up to the room please? And Hermione too if you see her."
Mrs. Weasley, who had just been about to walk through the door to the kitchen, turned to look at Harry.
"Of course Harry dear. I'll send Ginny to get Hermione from their room; they should be along in a couple of minutes. Anything important you need them for?"
"Not really, just want to catch up that's all. Thanks Mrs. Weasley." He shouted as he bounded up the stairs.
He was faintly aware of Mrs. Weasley's cry for him to call her Molly in future, but he was too fixated on the task in hand to give any notice to it at all.
The door to the room that Harry shared with Ron was slightly ajar, and as he approached he could only just make out the silhouette of Ron sitting on his bed, head in his hands as he leaned against his knees.
"I wonder what's wrong with him."
Opening the door, Harry wondered vaguely if Ron might have broken his neck due to the speed he looked up at. He jumped to his feet when he saw who was standing in the doorway.
"Hi Harry." He said, an almost nervous edge to his voice.
"Hi Ron. Listen, about disappearing and everything, I'm really sorry there was just something I needed to sort out at Hogwarts." He said quickly, noticing that Ron hadn't relaxed any by his explanation of his disappearance.
"Ok, then that only leaves one thing for him to be worried about."
"And about that thing that happened with the wall and… my eyes. I know you must be pretty freaked out but I'm going to explain everything, I promise, we just need to wait for Ginny and Hermione to get here." He said.
Ron nodded mutely, and so they sat in silence waiting for the other two to arrive. Harry didn't know exactly how long they waited, but it seemed like an eternity passed in uncomfortable silence before the girls walked in through the door, falling into silence as then noticed the quiet in the room.
"You wanted to talk to us about something Harry?" asked Ginny, her voice faltering as she looked back and forth between her friend and her brother.
"Um… yeah sit down there's just some stuff I need to tell you… stuff that I should have told you about sooner."
As Hermione and Ginny sat down Harry got up, shutting the door to make sure nobody would hear what Harry was about to say.
"I don't know if you two heard about what happened to me after I found out about Neville. Nobody's mentioned it to me so I'm not really sure what's going on." He said, still facing the door, one hand pressed against it as though seeking some hidden comfort within it.
"Dumbledore asked me to keep it quiet. It was like he knew it had happened and he came running up and told me I couldn't tell anyone, then he took you away." Said Ron, the first full sentence Harry had heard since he entered the room.
"Oh… I wondered why nobody reacted any different."
"Trust Dumbledore."
"Anyway, when I was walking to the room with Ron something happened. Did you hear anything about my stay with the Dursley's this summer before I came here?" he asked, searching their faces for any kind of reaction.
They all shook their heads, seemingly completely unaware as to the events that had transpired in his relatives' house.
"Well you know I was brought here in pretty bad shape, so I'll tell you exactly what happened and how I got that way. From your reactions, Dumbledore obviously told you that I was hurt pretty badly, and he didn't tell you how I got that way probably for my own protection."
At these words all three of them sat up, listening more intently than before. Hermione nodded at his deduction.
"Well you see, when I was at the Dursley's I kind of… blew the house up." He said, the end of the sentence coming out so quickly that it was almost indiscernible. From the look of shock on each of their faces Harry knew that they had heard exactly what he had said.
"Oh Harry, you didn't. How did you manage that? I didn't think you'd even attempt magic outside of school considering what happened last year." Said Hermione, her voice partly muffled be the hands still held in front of her mouth.
"I wasn't trying magic, it was… it's complicated. You see there's this thing that I have that my Dad had, but he bound it with magic so I wouldn't know I had it till I turned 16. It's a kind of power that I have, contained in the eyes, though mine works in a really different way from most. You see usually it's a kind of absorption thing but mine is different in a sense that it allows me to emit magic through my eyes. I should start at the beginning. This ability, it originates from…"
"Japan."
Harry looked quickly towards Hermione who was staring at him, her face pale and her eyes wide with shock. Both Ron and Ginny were looking at her strangely, wondering how she had known what Harry was talking about.
"Sharingan?" she asked, her voice trembling as though she was scared of the answer she was going to receive.
Harry struggled to hold his laugh in as his answer to her question.
"She's being so serious. Might as well have some fun."
"Read about it in some book I suppose?" he asked, the slightest traces of mirth contained around the edge of his voice.
Hermione's shocked expression softened a bit as Ginny giggled beside her. Ron was the only one whose face still remained worried, most likely because he was the only one who had witnessed the power of the Sharingan first hand.
"Seriously though, my Sharingan is dangerous. If I get over-emotional is activates and basically blows things to pieces. For example that damn portrait that got me extremely angry."
"It was you who finally got that down?" asked Ginny in an awed voice.
"That, along with the wall it was hanging on." Said Harry seriously, looking at Ron for any sign of discomfort. His friend still looked worried and nervous, and Harry could think of one thing that might make him feel better.
"If you want you can all come to my next training session with the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. He's got the Sharingan too." Said Harry, sorry that he had mentioned it at the bombardment of questions that hit him as soon as the words left his lips.
"He's training you?" asked Ginny once they had all settled down, and Harry nodded to them.
"He's training me to control the Sharingan… it's dangerous not to apparently. That's... that's not all I brought you here to talk about though."
He noticed the looks they were giving him. Even Ron seemed to have forgotten his previous discomfort as he looked at Harry with curiosity in his eyes. With a sigh Harry began to explain.
"You remember the Department of Mysteries, when the prophecy broke and we didn't know what it was about or why Voldemort was trying to get it?"
They nodded, and Harry almost smiled when he noticed that Ron was looking at him so quizzically that he had not even blanched at Harry's use of Voldemort's name. They seemed to be waiting now, and it took Harry several seconds to build up the courage to speak again.
"I know what it said." he whispered, words that would have been inaudible had the room had not been in complete silence. "The prophecy was about Voldemort and me, and it's because of it he tried to kill me. Dumbledore knew it though; he let me hear it.
They did not speak, and Harry refused to look up to meet their eyes for fear of what he might see there. Before any of them could think of anything to say, he spoke the prophecy emotionlessly. It was the first time he had said the words, as though he thought not saying them might make them disappear.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies, and the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not." He said, barely a whisper to his silent audience.
He stopped then, not sure if he could bring himself to finally say the words that had haunted him for the past few weeks. He looked up at his friends, each one with a pale face and a look of confused fear in their eyes. He hung his head, and continued.
"And either must die at the hand of the other… for neither can live while the other survives."
A/N: Revised Chapter 4. Still don't lke it much but it's a lot better than the original.