I explored this concept in another chapter (maybe, you never know when I release these things and in which order), but I wanted to return to the following idea: a Harry Potter/Naruto crossover where the paired couple is Harry and Hinata. I think part of this came around recently when I was at my grandfather's funeral and we got on the topic of Naruto and my cousin said that Hinata could have done so much better than Naruto. Now, if you know my stances on canon couples, usually I try to keep them as in canon as it makes it easier to use the source material as reference material if I'm doing a canon-compliant story idea. But, to be honest, I agreed with my cousin in this instance and after exploring the initial concept of a Harry/Hinata story, I came up with another (this idea) which uses both an older trope that exists here on FFN (and the fandom in general when concerning fanfics) and another story that I saw a while back: the Triwizard Tournament. But what is this other idea I've referenced?

A while back I came across a Harry Potter/Naruto crossover with a fem!Naruto and Harry pairing post-Shinobi War with Kaguya where he's pulled back to our world because of our old friend the Goblet of Fire alongside his missus, the fem!Naruto who I think was going by Naruko in that story. Point being, I wanted to take the similar idea (Harry being a ninja summoned by the GOF) and run with it, but with a Harry/Hinata pairing. So, that being said let's get this show on the road.

Title: [undecided]

Rating: T? I'm not entirely sure what I want to do for this one.

Pairing: Harry/Hinata, Naruto/[undecided; Sakura, Ino, and Hanabi are all up in the air].

Summary: The Great Shinobi War and the battle with Kaguya has passed and the Ninja World has settled into a new normal of general cooperation, war against a god-like entity tends to do that even in a world of superhumans. For one Harizen Sarutobi, adopted son of "old man" Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, the end of the war has brought a new type of prosperity: marital bliss with Hinata Hyuuga, his childhood friend turned lover turned wife. However, for the couple and their friends, this bliss is threatened when an unknown part of Harizen's past comes back when he's summoned to the Outer World to participate in a tournament. But why do they keep calling him "Harry Potter?" And why is a boy that sort of looks like him glowering at him? And why is there a red-haired woman bawling her eyes out at seeing him?

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Naruto to VIZ Media and Masashi Kishimoto. I only own this specific idea's iteration. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.

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In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the attending audience stood silent in anticipation for the results of what some had dubbed the 'choosening.' At the beginning of October, the two schools outside of Hogwarts, Durmstang and Beauxbatons, had arrived which revealed why Quidditch season had been canceled for the year: the Triwizard Tournament. It had been developed shortly after the New World (the Americas) had been discovered as a collaborative exercise in goodwill towards the regional schools, of which only the Big Three would participate due to various factors. It was also a political bargaining chip as well. Whoever hosted the tournament would get a boost to their economy from the visiting schools and rich families of the competitors as well as spectators from all around the world. It was not uncommon to see attempted political maneuverings between magical communities. In retrospect, many muggleborn children who were familiar with the Olympics and the IOC said that this happened as well in the non-magical world with the Olympics. But this tournament was doomed due to failure due to one-upmanship.

A hundred or so years ago the tournament was held like it had been every four years, but the host that year decided to spice things up and got their hands on a trio of monsters rated at Danger Rating 7X. Even a high-level witch or wizard like Dumbledore would have a difficult time with them, but with planning and foresight could defeat them. The contestants that year were all seventeen-year-old Seventh Years who were thrown into the thick of it completely by surprise. They all died. To matters worse, one of the contestants was the only son of a borderline-elderly member of the International Confederation of Wizards; to make it even worse, said man was the current head of said confederation. Said member proceeded to sue the specific Magical Government's Gaming Department for an unprecedented amount of money (as did the families of the other two contestants) and during the next session of the ICW the head was able to get the games banned. No one quite remembers who hosted it, which has been lost to the annals of history.

Now, students hundreds of years later sit in front of a magical device that could either make them famous or kill them. Or both. They had placed their names in the Goblet of Fire up until earlier this afternoon when all access to it was revoked to all but the Game Master, and now they were about to see the results.

They watched as the goblet's flame changed from a blue color to orange, spitting out a piece of paper. Albus Dumbledore, the school host, caught the paper and read it. "For Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory!" he called out. The audience cheered and applauded him, his house-mates clapping him on the back, as he stood up and walked to the room connected to the Great Hall. Once he exited and the crowd died down, the goblet started changing color again. It spat out another piece of paper that Dumbledore caught and he read out, "For Durmstang, Viktor Krum!" The Durmstang students cheered out in excitement while the other two schools clapped politely. As he walked into the same side room the crowd died down and the audience waited for the final name to be called. They didn't have to wait long as the same thing happened once again. "For Beuxbatons, Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore announced. Her schoolmates that came along politely cheered, but many could see there was some kind of tension in the group.

"That's it! We now have our three champions!" Dumbledore announced as the crowd settled down. "But in the end, only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions. This vessel of victory. The Triwizard Cup!" he said as he pointed a finger at the trophy that the gamemaster had set on a pedestal, and the hood covering it flew away to reveal a softly glowing trophy whose 'cup' portion was translucent and the source of the light. The audience cheered at the prospect of their school winning the trophy.

Before any could celebrate further, someone noticed the goblet acting strange, the fire was still going. From what historical records could be attained, it should have gone out with the final participant being chosen. Before anyone could ask what was going on, another name was spat out. Dumbledore caught it, but his eyes widened in both horror and shock. On it was a name that hadn't been seen in over fifteen years almost.

"Harry Potter," he whispered in almost silent reverence. It was like he felt as if he were committing a sin speaking the name of the dead; because he was.

Fifteen years ago, the Dark Lord Voldemort had attacked the Potter family home. In the scuffle, the Potter patriarch and matriarch had survived only because Voldemort let them; disabling them but allowing them to hear him killing their children before killing them. But their deaths never came. No one quite knew what happened that night. But when Voldemort went into the boys' room that night and cast his Killing Curse, only the younger of the two boys remained; the elder, Harry, was nowhere to be seen. Many in the theorizing space had speculated that somehow the elder had protected his younger brother with his own magic and the younger, distraught at his older brother's death, had reflected the curse back on the Dark Lord. However, it was all speculation in every way with no proof to back it up. After all, the elder was only four years old.

However, almost fifteen years later to the date someone had put the thought-to-be deceased elder Potter sibling's name in the Goblet of Fire. Before Dumbledore could ask who did this or one of the visiting headmasters could ask what was going on, a large puff of smoke appeared near the Goblet of Fire, and on the floor lay a young man and woman. The man had more European features while the woman had more Asiatic features most commonly associated with the Japanese. They had two features that stood out. The first was their eyes. The man had borderline glowing green eyes, the fire reflecting off of the light in such a way to make them appear to glow in the dark. The woman's were strange. It was almost like she didn't have any pupils at all; the center of them was just lavender, but such a light coloration that they almost blended into the whites of her eyes. The second thing that stood out was their clothing. It wasn't the everyday wear that muggles wore in the non-magical world, that was something that everyone who was Muggleborn could attest to in hindsight. What the duo wore was very utilitarian despite its unassuming features. He wore what appeared to be a hooded sweatshirt and cargo pants and her something similar, but the pants were capris. Where he wore what was more akin to combat boots, she wore sandals. What both of them wore signaled more of a uniform was what looked like a piece of sheet metal with the imprint of a stylized leaf stitched to a piece of long material that looked like it could be used as a headband. She wore her around her neck while he wore his like a belt buckle.

"Hari-kun, where are we?" she asked in clear English that appeared to startle her.

Before she could ask how she was speaking another language, the man responded, "That's something that I'd like to know too, Hina-chan." Unlike her, he wasn't surprised at the language shift, but he looked to be just as confused as to where he was though it was well hidden. His eyes met with Dumbledore's, to him it was like seeing a grown-up ghost. "It seems like he may know."

Dumbledore composed himself and coughed into his fist. "I am Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of this fine institution," he introduced himself. At the man's, Hari's, roll of the wrist Dumbledore clarified, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. May I have your names?"

The couple stood up, something that became obvious with the silver rings on their ring fingers, and the man replied, "I am Harizen Sarutobi and this is my wife Hinata."

"Hello," Hinata said with a slight bow.

"Why have we been reverse-summoned here?"

Dumbledore rubbed his chin, "I was unaware that the Goblet of Fire could do that." He shook his head as he cleared that thought away. "Harry Potter's name came out of the Goblet of Fire, not yours." The more Dumbledore had to look at this 'Harizen,' the more the features of his former star students and former members of the Order of the Phoenix became much more apparent. The green eyes, the borderline untamable messy hair, and facial features that looked like James Jr. "You're Harry Potter," he gasped quietly.

"No, I'm Harizen," Harizen corrected him.

"Regardless," Hinata interrupted, "someone summoned us here thinking you're this 'Harry' person."

"Indeed," Dumbledore agreed, going on with the story that this was not Harry Potter despite his suspicions stating otherwise. "If you'd be willing to adjourn with me to the adjoining room, the gamemaster will be more than happy to explain the Tournament with the other Champions."

"Other champions?" Harizen asked.

"Correct, but as I said, all will be explained when present with the other Champions." Before he could ask about Hinata, he continued. "Only Champions selected by the Goblet of Fire may be present for this meeting. She may remain here in the Great Hall until the meeting is complete. It will only be a short while."

Harizen looked back on Hinata, who smiled at him. "I'll be fine, you go ahead," she reassured him. Harizen knew that his wife would gather as much information as possible from the locals to help them figure out what was going on.

Harizen walked into the room that he was ushered to. Inside it was many trophies that were gathering dust. Being a trained ninja, specializing in intelligence gathering and just having basic situational awareness, he looked around the room and spotted three other individuals; two boys and a girl a year or two under him. These must have been the other Champions Dumbledore had mentioned to him. Between the two boys, there was one that looked similar to him in appearance; well, more-so race if his experiences back home were anything to go by as he always seemed different in facial structure and appearance as opposed to the other countrymen. It was possible that the two shared a common ancestor, or were part of the same ethnic group which seemed much more likely. Whereas he had black, messy hair, the boy in front of him had straight, styled brown hair. The other boy was somewhat similar in facial structure to both him and the other boy, but he was definitely stockier in stature; like he was an athlete that was more strength-oriented in whatever sport he participated in. There was also the height factor, he was taller than the brown-haired boy by probably half a head whereas on him he may have been a few centimeters shorter. The girl though, there was something about her that was definitely different.

The first thing about her is that her hair was of a platinum blonde, something that he could only compare to that of his classmate and comrade Ino Yamanaka. Then there was her face itself, it was borderline angelic. Whoever this girl's parents were passed on very attractive features that she embodied. Lastly was there was a strange aura around her; not like killing intent™, but it was more like an attention grabber. A 'look at me' aura, if you will. While he was only a year or two out of his 'horndog,' hormonal teen phase, he couldn't deny that she was very attractive and would be quite a catch for anyone that was lucky enough to bed her. But that was really all he felt which seemed to pique an eyebrow from her after all it seemed like he was borderline unaffected by it.

'So, she knows she's radiating this aura,' Harizen observed.

"What is it?" the brown-haired boy asked. "Do they want us back in the Great Hall?"

"No, they sent me in here," Harizen replied.

The brown-haired boy looked at him with a bit more scrutiny. Scrunched eyebrows and all. "Wait a minute, you look really familiar."

"Not sure why you'd think that. I've never been here before."

"No," he snapped his fingers as he tried to gather his thoughts. "You look like this other person I know. Give me a few minutes and I'll figure it out."

"Well, while we wait for whoever's running this show to appear, why don't we introduce ourselves?" Harizen suggested. "I'll go first. My name is Harizen Sarutobi of Konoha." To Harizen this was pragmatic, he needed information. All he knew was that he was in a place called 'Hogwarts,' but not where that was.

The stocky boy went first. "I'm Viktor Krum, come from Bulgaria. I'm the chosen champion for Durmstang," the boy now identified as Viktor introduced himself quite gruffly. He had a very heavy accent, one that told him that the language that the brown-haired boy and himself (somehow) were speaking was not their first language.

'So, he's not native to this land. Hogwarts isn't in this "Bulgaria" then,' Harizen thought to himself.

Next, the brown-haired boy went. "I'm Cedric Diggory, the chosen champion for Hogwarts. I guess if we're stating where we're from, I'm from England," the brown-haired boy now identified as Cedric answered chipperly.

'So, this England is likely where we are,' Harizen thought. 'The language that Dumbledore speaks is the same as him and it'd be unlikely for a foreign national to hold an office of high regard.' He couldn't see Gaara holding the office of Hokage unless it was some temporary deal; something that would never happen outside an emergency and definitely wouldn't have happened before the Great War. 'Though the language he speaks sounds so familiar. The more I speak it, the more natural it seems,' he thought.

Lastly, the girl spoke. "I'm Fleur Delacour, chosen champion of Beubaxtons. I am from France," the platinum-blonde now identified as Fleur introduced herself in a melodic, yet still heavy accent.

'That outright confirms it. Though, how am I speaking this language? Better yet, how is Hinata?' he asked himself. 'If this language is familiar to me, ok it would make sense as to why it may feel natural. I'm adopted and I know that, but Old Man Sarutobi never told me where I was from. Or he never knew. After all, he just found me a few years after the Fox's rampage all those years ago.'

"Not to be rude or anything," Cedric started, "but why are you here, exactly? You said that they sent you in here, but for what reason?"

"They said that I was selected by this Goblet of Fire to be a Champion of something, but that's all I know," Harizen replied.

"Wait..." Fleur started to ask, "you were selected as a Champion for the Triwizard Tournament?"

"I wasn't told what I was to be a champion of something and that there were others despite me not entering anything."

"You didn't enter the tournament?" Viktor asked.

"No, I was on a small vacation with my wife and we were both pulled here by a reverse-summon," Harizen replied.

"Wife?" Cedric asked incredulously. "You don't look much older than us!"

Harizen held up his hand showing off the simple silver band. "Married for about six months now."

"Congratulations?" Cedric replied, sort of unsure how to respond.

"That would explain why he was unaffected?" Fleur muttered softly.

"Pardon?" Harizen asked.

"Nothing," she tried to dismiss. Harizen let it slide, no reason to create enemies.

They sat there in quasi-uncomfortable silence for a few more minutes before Harizen spoke up, "You know, that guy, Dumbledore said that they would be in here soon. Wonder what's taking them so long."

They didn't have to wonder much longer as multiple adults burst into the room, one of which steamed directly towards Harizen and grabbed him by the collar. "Why the hell are you impersonating my son!" the man with black hair spat.

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Inside a cozy, private room inside Hogwarts castle, Harizen and Hinata snuggled into each other in bed as the Fall weather chilled the night outside. There was a small fireplace that roared in the corner of the room creating a romantic feel to it. The bed was definitely different than they were used to, which being the more 'traditional' tatami mat and futon type of bed. But this was just the right amount of comfort and the blankets retained the warmth that the two of them shared. As for the couple themselves, they lay beneath the covers as naked as the day they were born. Partly because they wanted to, but also because any sleepwear they would have had would have been at the inn along with the rest of their clothes they had packed for their trip.

"So, that's how it happened," Hari finished his tale.

"That's so strange," Hinata admitted as she rubbed her husband's back gently from behind as they lay on their sides. "So, you're the elder son of an old and prestigious family who literally everyone thought was dead because an evil terrorist tried to kill you and your brother?"

"Yeah."

"And somehow that attack using what they call 'magic' sent you to Konoha a few years after the Kyuubi's attack-?"

"Where I was adopted by Old Man Sarutobi," Hari finished.

She gathered her thoughts for a moment while she continued to rub her lover's back. "That would explain why I was getting dirty looks from both the boy that looked like a younger version of you. Probably because they thought you were impersonating the person that they thought was dead."

"Perhaps. Though, I did get my birth parents who reacted very differently."

"How so?"

"My birth mother was weeping tears of joy whereas my birth father was enraged at first. Turns out they have some kind of magic or jutsu or something that can help detect family by blood and that's what they used. Again, strange."

"And now you've been entered into a potentially deadly tournament."

"Nothing that we haven't been exposed to in our daily lives as shinobi," he tried to shrug off.

"I think there's more to it than just being a death game though," Hinata countered. "While we're both outsiders here in different ways, I was able to get some information out of some of the children that were too excitable to care. According to some legends, several hundred years ago they had the same tournament and it was canceled until now because all of the participants died due to a rank 7X monster."

"I can sort of guess that that's bad, but how bad is it?"

"Someone explained it to me as each X added to the ranking makes it that more dangerous and the number of adult, trained wizards to either subdue or kill it."

"That's bad. And they wanted to put children in this?" He shook his head disapprovingly. "It seems like the adult in the room is going to have to save the children if it gets bad enough."

Hinata sighed in a strange hybrid approved-disapproving way. Her arm draped over his waist. "You and Naruto-kun with your people-saving ways."

"I'm not THAT bad, am I?"

"You ARE," she teased him with a giggle as her lips barely brushed against his earlobe. "But you are bad in other ways too, you know." The hand she had draped over his waist wandered down to his groin and cupped his twig and berries, gently squeezing them.

"Oh, you naughty little vixen," Hari teased back. He rolled onto his back in an attempt to get at her, but she had already slipped beneath the covers and snuck in between his legs, her wet tongue teasing him, quickly making him stiff.

He lifted the covers to see his beloved wife, confirming she was going down on him. She looked him in the eyes with a lustful smirk. Something he had become all too familiar with when she wanted to get frisky or freaky. "Let me show you how naughty I can be," she teased, "da-ar-ling," she stretched out the word as she kissed him from base to tip ever so lewdly in between each syllable.

If walls could talk (as there were no paintings in the room), they'd tell you that the couple made each other moan, groan, yelp, yip, and cry out each other's names in pleasure from each other's actions for hours as they gave each other orgasm after orgasm before Hinata lay on top of her husband, the two of them exhausted; both were sweaty, happy, and cumdrunkly satisfied like two nymphomaniacs all tuckered out. As for what trials Harizen Potter and his wife would have to observe and participate in? That'd be a story the walls would tell another time.

To be continued...?

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And there we go, another story idea down on record. It definitely is a bit of a stranger idea due to the fact that it uses a non-canon – even for fanfic standards – pairing that isn't all that popular. Again, very few involve Harry and Hinata interacting at all outside of main to side character interactions depending on what story the other authors are trying to tell, none have them paired up at all. Maybe with the publication of this idea in the repository, it will inspire some authors to maybe contemplate such an idea with that pairing. But that being said, let's do some post idea commentary.

First and foremost, why did I cut out the scene at the end of the goblet scene in the trophy room? Well, at this specific moment in time, I have no idea how I want James and Lily to act towards Harry. After all, he's their son, but he's all grown up and they don't know him anymore. I have no idea either on how the sibling relationship will be between Harry and his younger brother James Jr. as neither of them have seen each other and is unlikely James Jr. would even remember his brother from when he was but a year or so old. I mean, none of us remember much from that age. So, in lieu of that, I skipped right to an exposition scene to at least get the rest of the idea across. As for the specifics, I do not know.

Now on to the story itself should it become a full story. The first thing is that I want to explore Harry's childhood, mainly setting up the whole Harry x Hinata dynamic going from childhood crush/friends to lovers during the Shippuden series, to them tying the knot. Obviously, not every step of the way, but snippets. Next is writing the action, how do? As you know, manga – and comics – are perfect for the action genre as complex movements and the like can be difficult to describe in words, but you can do it in a single panel (or two depending on what it is). How do you adequately describe ninja moves and actions with only the mental image and nothing more. After all, "a picture says a thousand words" is apt. This will come into play during the Tasks on top of any flashbacks – either narration or memories relived – that are discussed or told. Next onto side characters for the story. As I already mentioned at the beginning, this story is inspired by another and in that other story other Konoha ninja come and observe the tournament and their comrade in it. I'm definitely going to have to decide who is going to show up and how they're going to act. Some of the characters that may show up may be different in how they are as opposed to their canon counterparts. Sasuke may not have gone loner edge lord. Sakura may have been infatuated with Sasuke, but not to the point of stupidity (Ino grew out of it so I'll likely leave her alone). And the list goes on such as Gaara getting a friend when visiting Konoha and being slightly less unhinged. There's quite a bit of potential.

As for the ending where it was technically a "fade to black?" I have no idea if I'll do full scenes or not. Even if I did, when would I put them in? Before and/or after one of the Task challenges? After the Yule Ball? Actually, that one would make sense since it happens on Christmas, and in Japanese (modern) culture – which Naruto is heavily based on outside the supernatural ninja stuff – is considered a romantic holiday on the same level that some hold Valentine's Day to in the West. I'll... have to ponder that one. Anyway, Valentine's Day (since it was mentioned)? Their anniversary should it be before the Final Task? It's not a matter if I can or cannot do it, I clearly can. The question becomes whether I should and where for pacing reasons. I also want it to be special too since otherwise if it's every chapter it sort of gets spoiled when we reach the end. Again, all of these things I have to contemplate should I go full story mode on this idea.

On to some IRL news. Well, I started an Odysee account for some potential content I'm cooking up. I haven't started a channel yet there but when I do and I have content I'll likely let you guys know so you can check it out. I will tell you now that it won't be FFN related, that's for sure. In other, more depressing news (and this is unrelated to me not posting anything lately, this is quite normal behavior for me if you've followed my content here) my maternal grandfather passed away from the Coof despite already being on the way out with congestive heart failure; his passing was more bitter-sweet. I also learned that my younger brother's godmother who is a family friend also passed away due to the Coof as well, but she did have pre-existing conditions that made it certainly hit harder than other people. For example, back last March when everyone got locked down, I had it and felt like shit for a weekend and got over it for the better. I'm not going to tell you what you should or shouldn't do with your body, nor am I going to judge you for decisions that you and your doctor know are right for you. What I will tell you to do is enjoy life with your family and friends while you have them, you never know what's going to happen in the future and it's good to live life without many regrets. I hope you all had a Happy Thanksgiving and I hope you all have a Merry Christmas (or insert other holidays that you celebrate) and have a Happy New Year.

Until next time as you may not see me until 2022. Peace out.