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.
Now, without further ado, you can read the Fic.
Note: This version of Chapter 5 is not Bated. Sadly, my Beta had plans tonight. I felt that you readers had been deprived long enough so I have uploaded this unBetaed chapter and will replace it with the Betaed one as soon as you get it. You'll probanly encounter lots of spelling and grammar errors reading this. Now you have to see what my Beta puts up with. Kudos to my Beta Reader EmpressNothing!
Chapter 5: The Serpent
The silence within the tiny room seemed almost corporeal, and Harry sank into the chair he was unknowingly grasping throughout his confession. He did not know how long he sat there, wondering about his friends' reactions, before he finally found the courage within himself to look up to their faces.
Hermione was staring off into the distance, apparently unaware of the tears that flowed freely across her now pale cheeks. Every once in a while a sob would rack through her body though she made no noise. When she finally noticed Harry staring at her she looked away quickly almost in nervousness, and Harry finally tore his eyes away in defeat.
Ron was sitting beside his friend, his hands tangles in the sheets of the beds he was sitting on. His knuckles were white and his face was pale, however unlike Hermione he was not crying. He flitted his eyes up to meet Harry's gaze, offering him a weak, almost pitying smile that Harry could barely stand to receive. It took all his strength to smile in return, and even as he did he knew it had come out as nothing more than a grimace.
When Harry finally looked to Ginny, he knew she was crying although he could not see her face. He was almost grateful that her long, fiery hair was obscuring her it; judging from Ron and Hermione's reactions and from the sobs that were making her shoulders shake uncontrollably, Harry was sure her face was tear-stained. He looked away quickly, positive he did not want her to look up.
"Great, just great Potter. You'll be lucky if they don't run away afraid to get caught in the crossfire."
Harry suddenly found the chair extremely interesting, his fingers absently moving across the surface seeking out any indentations that would negate from its overall beauty. He was almost deaf to the room around him, barely noticing as the door slammed shut, or as he heard the creaking of the bed behind him. He was suddenly brought back to reality by the hand on his shoulder, squeezing it almost painfully before letting go.
Harry looked up to see Ron and Hermione standing behind him, and he realised that Ginny must have left. He stood slowly, and the trio looked at each other. Harry was glad to see Hermione smile, rubbing away the tears as she jumped on Harry, her arms flying around him as she hugged him tightly.
"Mental that one." Ron whispered to Harry making him laugh slightly in Hermione's arms.
Harry was sure Ron had not meant Hermione to hear what he had said, but the girl seemed to stiffen as he said it, and slowly, almost menacingly, she moved away from Harry to glare at Ron.
"Just because I'm not completely emotionless like you Ron, doesn't mean that I am mental" she snapped irritably, and Harry sighed as he sensed the oncoming argument.
"I am not emotionless Hermione! Just because I'm not bubbling and throwing my arms around him, doesn't mean I don't care!" Ron shouted, the tips of his ears turning red.
Harry cast a look at his friends and noticed they were glaring at each other so strongly that they barely noticed him at all. Taking no notice of whatever Hermione snapped at Ron next, Harry quickly stole from the room and down the corridor.
Harry walked along the silent corridor, not knowing exactly how to feel at the moment. Revealing the prophecy to his friends had taken a load off his mind, however their reactions were as bad as he had expected. The argument that now ensued between Ron and Hermione only stalled their feelings about the prophecy, however Harry had seen how they felt when they had looked at him; they pitied him.
Ginny was another matter, she had seemed more upset that pitying, and she had run from the room as soon as given the chance. Without realising he was doing so, Harry made towards the room that she and Hermione shared, pausing only briefly outside the door to listen before pushing it silently open.
She was on the bed, her face buried in a pillow, and very obviously crying. The sound was muffled, but Harry could hear her sobbing. He gently sat on the end of the bed that he assumed to be Hermione's and looked sympathetically over towards the girl in the other bed.
"Ginny… are you ok?" he asked finally, more calmly than he felt.
Ginny was obviously shocked that he was there. She sat up quickly, the pillow falling onto her lap as she stared at him, seemingly horror-struck. Her mouth moved, trying to form words that remained unpronounced. After a moment she seemed to shake herself and finally looked at him normally, her eyes still tear-stained.
"I'm alright, just… shocked I suppose. How are you?" she whispered, the quite words seeming to reverberate around the room.
The question seemed so simple and yet caused Harry to feel so much emotion that he almost laughed bitterly and loudly.
"I'm the possessor of some stupid power that I can't control, I managed to blow up my relatives' house and nearly killed my Uncle, I led a group of friends into a trap set by Voldemort and got my Godfather killed in the process and to top it all off I'm prophesised to either kill the most powerful dark wizard since Grindelwald or be killed by him."
"I'm fine." Whispered Harry, his eyes firmly locked on the floor so as not to meet Ginny's questioning stare. He doubted she would believe him, but he was hoping she wouldn't question him.
"So… where are Ron and Hermione?" she asked after a moments silence.
Harry was relieved by her willingness to change the conversation, and he looked up at her, offering half a smile, and told her all about how they had reacted after he had told them the prophecy, and how he had left them arguing in the room.
"They've been like that since Hermione first arrived here, getting worse if anything." Ginny explained sighing. "You'd think they could at least stop arguing for two minutes to try and make you feel bet…" Ginny suddenly paused, and her face turned a shining shade of red.
"It's alright Ginny, you don't have to watch what you say to me." Harry said smiling.
"So what did you do to your hand?" Ginny asked suddenly.
"Bit of an accident training. Madame Pomfrey put some potion on it - nearly invisible thankfully - I don't think your mum or Remus noticed it when I arrived. How did you notice?
"Well, you'r 'nearly invisible' potion is actually a salve. You use a spell and it forms a sort of a barrier, like a bandage, over the effected are. When you came through the Floo, which you're not supposed to do when injured by the way, the magics must have tried to counteract each other because your hand was glowing blue. I didn't know what it was at first but I looked at it when you came in, it looks all burnt. What did you actually do?"
Harry laughed. He didn't think Ginny had breathed through her whole explination. Settling himself onto the bed Harry told her all about his training and his mishap with wandless magic. He also told her all about the new Defence Professor, though he didn't mention his real last name. Harry didn't understand why Sasuke would change his last name from Uchiha to Uzumaki, though he assumed that it was because Uchiha was the name of the last Sharingan bearer in Japan, and that this was probably common knowledge considering Hermione knew what the Sharingan was.
The two talked for a while, and Harry felt better when the prophecy was not brought up again. He wondered briefly how much longer Ron and Hermione would be, but decided that it would be best just to wait and let them sort things out themselves. In the meantime he wanted answers to things he hadn't been able to find out yet.
"Ginny," he said, interrupting her as she talked about the Order members who frequented Grimmauld Place. "What's happened with Percy?"
As soon as he asked, Harry wished he had waited and asked Hermione or Professor Lupin or anybody not of Weasley blood about the estranged family member.
At the mention of her older brother's name, Ginny's face became redder than Harry had ever seen it, and her eyes seemed to burn with hatred and fury. Her hands clenched and shook and Harry wondered if not might be a good time to run.
"Whatever you do, do not mention him again, especially to Mum or Dad. Do you know what he did? When we arrived home for the summer he sent the family an owl saying that he'd like to see us all. We thought he wanted to apologise after Fudge announced that we had been right all along, but no. Do you know what he said?"
Harry looked at her listening. He doubted very much that Percy had gotten down on his hands and knees and begged for forgiveness, or that he had even offered up an apology of any kind.
Ginny put on a low, snobbish voice that was her best impersonation of Percy. "I know that last year was a bad time for our family, however I am willing to put it all behind us if you apologise now."
"He didn't?" asked Harry horror-struck. Surely not even Percy could be so bigheaded as to expect an apology from the people he had insulted and accused of lying.
"He did." Answered Ginny solemnly. "Then Bill punched him and he left. We don't even mention him anymore, Mum's been hysterical and Dad gets even angrier than he did last year if anyone mentions him." Ginny said.
Harry sighed and shook his head. Percy had always been the most ambitious and lest-liked Weasley. Still, for him to abandon his family, Harry thought it must be hard for them all.
Before Harry had a chance to say anything else a shout from somewhere downstairs caught their attention.
"GINERVA WEASLEY GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" roared Mrs. Weasley, sounding extremely angry. Harry looked at Ginny, who had turned a strange shade of pink at the use of her full name. She quickly jumped up from her bed and ran from the room to answer her mother.
Harry sighed as he was left alone in the room with his thoughts. It had been a long day and, as his head fell onto Hermione's bed, he felt sleep taking him slowly into darkness.
The night air was cool against his skin, and the moon hung loosely in the sky, as though threatening to fall at any moment. He had no idea where he was, or how he had come to be there. There were few houses with lights on and only one with curtains that remained open. Against his stomach the ground felt uncomfortable, and he manouvered his body past the binbags that littered the street as he continued on his way.
Sticking out his tongue he noted the faintest hints of what he was somehow able to identify as magic, almost hidden beneath the almost unbearable taste of rotting garbage floating in the air, growing stronger as he moved further down the street. The taste of magic began to weaken again, and he quickly doubled back to the point where it was strongest. He moved back and forth along the street a further three times before pinpointing the exact location the taste was seeping from
His serpentine form slithered to a halt, and he took in his surroundings. The houses in front of him were grubby looking. Piles of rubbish were spilling onto the street, pieces of paper carried away by the wind and scraps of food rotting in the heat. One house had several cracked windows that looked ready to collapse inwards, held together rather precariously with thick, black tape.
The houses were of no importance to him, it was what lay between them - or rather the lack thereof - that he was interested in.
Very suddenly he felt his body begin to change. Rather uncomfortably he began to grow at an abnormal rate until his sinous body had reverted to that of human proportions. His eyes once again fell on the gap between the two houses even as his long, pale fingers wrapped around the wand concealed within his robes. He had begun hissing the moment he had the wand in his hand, and though he understood the Parseltongue that flowed from his lips it was the first time he had ever heard the language as it was spoken rather than in English.
There were distortians in the air, as though caused by some monsterous heat from the ground itself. Shapes began to emerge, gradually building themselves into a structure that pushed its way into existance between the two houses.
In an instant feelings surfaced - thoughts that he knew were not his own - and he screamed inside his own head. His forehead was on fire, and he sat up suddenly, pressing his hand firmly against it.
The room around him seemed blurry as he awakened, and it took a moment for him to realise that his glasses had fallen off at some point. With one hand still pressed against his scar, the other quickly found and replaced his glasses, bringing the world back into focus.
The blurriness became sharp, and Harry wondered how long he had been asleep. He did not know if his vision had been true or if it had been planted by Voldemort, but the only thing for him o do was report it to Professor Dumbledore. Even as he brought his hand away from his forehead he felt a tickling feeling against it, as though a small bug were running across it. Moving his hand up once again, this time to wipe whatever it was away, he was shocked when he withdrew his hand to find it covered in his own blood.
Without another thought, Harry jumped to his feet and ran from the room.
Harry made a beeline for the Meeting Room of the Order. He had known that there would be a meeting held tonight and he hurried down the stairs, ignoring Ron and Hermione as he ran past them. Hermione screamed when she noticed his scar, the blood from which had run down his face and into his right eye. He had given up on wiping it away or attempting to stop it with his hand, the flow seemed to continue no matter what.
As Harry reached the door to the Meeting Room he was aware of two sets of footsteps running up behind him. Trying to open the door proved futile, his hand was pushed away before he could even touch the handle.
"Imperturbable Charm"
Harry paced back and forth in front of the doors a few times, waiting for the meeting to finish, however impatience grabbed him and he turned towards the door again. He did know the counter-charm to allow him through the door so he was at a loss of what to do.
Taking his wand he waved it over the door.
"Finite Incantatum!"
A ripple spread across the door like water, and Harry caught sight of the imperturbable field across it. After a moment the spell flickered out and died, leaving the door closed and still untouchable. Harry sighed deeply and returned to his thinking.
When the thought struck him he brushed it off as nonsense, but after a while it seemed to be the only thing he had left to try. Concentrating on his emotions, Harry tried to shut them off, bringing up his Occlumency shields in order to help him. When he felt his emotions were completely regulated and his Occlumency shields, frail as they may be, were holding still he focused on the magic within him, trying to bring it slowly to his eyes as he had done before, this time without overpowering emotions.
Harry estimated that he had been standing in front of the door for about 5 minutes before he felt brave enough to open his left eye, and when he did he nearly fell over in shock.
The room around him was glowing, a variety of colours, more than had been visable within the Room of Requirement. Portraits, walls, windows; everything within Grimmauld Place seemed to glow with a radience of magic. The door to the meeting room was no exception to this. The Imperturbable Charm glowed softly, surrounding the door.
Transfixed by the glowing magic around him, Harry once again brought up his hand to the door, only to be shocked by what he could see. Around him was a glow, much more solid than the whisps of smoke that twirled through the hallway and glows that surrounded almost every object. The colours varied, a mixture of greens, greys and strangely shimmering gold. The mixture of the three colours made the glow around him shimmer like a river as it moved. The green and gold seemed to embrace each other, flowing smoothly around him like smoke, whilst the grey seemed to flow along the inside of the two other colours, never touching either of them. Harry assumed this was what Muggles callled the "Aura" though he was unsure if the Wizarding World had a different name for it. He also wondered if everyone had one - he couldn't remember seeing Sasuke's in the Room of Requirement and didn't bother turning round to observe Ron or Hermione's - there would be time for that later.
Turning his attention on the door, Harry tried the feel the magic inside of him. He pulled it rather painfully, likely due to his lack of control, towards his eyes, and when he felt the burning there he made to slowly release it. He tried to release only enough to break through the charm before stopping it.
He released it slowly and lost his vision. He felt the charm fall and heard what sounded like an enormous crash before he closed his eyes tightly, pushing the magical energy forcefully back downwards.
When he opened his eyes the smoke was clearing and, where the door to the meeting room had been, there was now only the doorframe through which the majority of the Order were looking at him incredulously. The door, to his joy, was still in one piece though it was lying on the floor half-way across the room. He could make out Dumbledore, one of the few who had remained seated, staring at him with the ever-annoying twinkle in his eye.
"Harry what happened?. Your scar is bleeding, was it Voldemort?" asked Dumbledore, a minor look of fear in his eyes.
"Voldemort's coming." Harry almost shouted. "He's found a way to break the Fidelus Charm and he knows we're here.
The words were followed by a flurry of activity as every member of the Order jumped to their feet, most already having wands firmly placed in their hands. Dumbledore had run to the fireplace, which had burned green momentarily before shimmering back to its usual orange.
Several minutes later Ginny joined them in the Meeting Room, along with all of their belongings, which were promptly shrunk. She left the house first, jumping into the emerald flames with a cry of "Hogwarts" and taking their shrunken luggage with her. Hermione was to follow her, and had no sooner set one foot inside the fireplace when the flames died, leaving her standing in the empty fireplace.
Several crashes sounded throughout the house as doors, windows and walls were blown in from the outside.
A/N: Chapter 5 Redone.