Disclaimer: A curtain slides open revealing a plain theater. A man walks to the center and clears his throat. "Well, welcome, please make yourself comfortable and be nice, this is my first fanfiction after all," he paused to duck under a thrown tomato. Turning to look at the tomato and back, he nervously stated, "Umm, well I'm going to just say that all of this belongs to Rowling for Harry Potter, or as in the case of Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto. And that's all."

He cut himself off and he ran towards the curtains seeking safety, as various species of weeds and vegetables were thrown at the said author.

Prologue

It was a dark night indeed, streaks of lightning raced across the sky. Those dark clouds full of light energy waiting to be released hid the moon. They told of a foreboding future, for Fate had decided to interfere with destiny once again. It would begin soon, on the night of the second anniversary of the conception of one fated child. Harry Potter.

If a casual eavesdropper were to be there, they would miss the quiet pop of magic and if a casual onlooker were to be there, they would assume that a man had walked out of an alleyway. However whether there was one that night would not matter, there was only one outcome that would occur that night: the destruction of one Godric's Hollow.

The man walked towards the two-story cottage, followed by three of his inner circle, his best wizards. One could feel the killer intent in the air; even the three followers seem to have difficulty walking after him. Stopping, he slowly raised an arm to stop the wizards. From the depths of his thick black cloak a pale pair of lips moved and a high; raspy voice came forth, the men behind him shivered.

"It is time my death eaters, time to erase a future pest. Now! Hurry and place the last wards this wretched building will experience before it is burned to the ground!"

The men hurried past him chanting in Latin and waved a stick in their hands. Wands. A set of wards fell into place and Voldemort walked onto the lawn, past the Fidelius ward. Smirking, he stepped to the door and uttered a single word, and blew the door in its entirety to the far wall.

"Mr. Potter, I'm home." Who knew that a dark lord could be sarcastic?

The man sitting on the couch with his wife and son, sprang upwards and yelled something irrelevant, it would only delay the inevitable. The foolish man turned his attention to him and threw a slurry of spells at Voldemort. Cackling, he tapped them aside like one with a bug. His lips moved once more and once more that voice spoke.

"Fool, your death will mean nothing! Nothing to that boy. Avada Kedavra!" With those two words, the man saw a terrifying green light similar to his son's eyes and nothing else.

Kicking the dead man's body away, Voldemort continued on his way to the second story. His steps echoed on the sturdy wooden stairs, ominously calling out for an end, the end. He paused at the closed door, smirked and whispered another Latin word. The said door cracked under the power of the spell and soon exploded outwards into the nursery. Those pale lips moved once again.

"Foolish girl, move aside," despite her refusals he reluctantly killed her, "See, boy, your mother and father are gone, and soon you will join them. Avada Kedavra!"

As the moon peeked from behind the dark clouds of that night, Fate had decided to interfere with a wicked twist. The dark lord's eyes widened as he saw the spell being absorbed, giving the boy an aura of emerald. Those very same eyes widened even more as he saw the spell rebound, striking him instead, beckoning his death to come and take him away. He had thanked Lucifer that night for the idea of horcruxes: he would not die tonight. His spectral essence observed his physical body crumble to ashes and fled the area; it would not do well for Dumbledore to find him here. It was this impulse that he would not see a portal open behind the child, sucking him into the abyss. A second later Godric's Hollow would soon cease to exist, leaving behind an emerald fire consuming the last of the evidence of what had occurred that night. The muggles never noticed even a tremble as the evil had entered and left the hope of the Wizarding World missing. It was meant to stay that way for centuries to come.

He was taking his midnight stroll around Konoha, when an unnatural sound caught his attention. Ever the cautious Hokage, he slipped out a three-pronged kunai and approached the origin of the disturbance. Walking into the clearing, he saw a strange crib, with a crying child in it. He hurried over to the child and looked downwards.

The child had messy raven locks, a western face, and was wrapped in a soft cloth. Next to the baby, was a stuffed doll: one of a wolf. Visibly relaxing, the Yondaime picked the child up, and he instantly calmed down, and opened his eyes to look at the man holding him. To say that the yondaime was shocked to see the color of this child's eyes was an understatement. If he weren't a Hokage, he would have fell over in surprise, very unbecoming of him. No, the Yondaime simply picked up the small crib and ran towards the deserted Suigyoku family grounds.

Performing a landing worthy of a hokage, he walked purposefully pass the ruins of the house into the central courtyard. He took notice of the shrine in front of him. It was a simple one as most shrines are: a statue of importance, an altar, and on each side of the altar were two bamboo fire torches. Noticing the runes on the altar, he placed the child on the altar. Biting his thumb, he traced the blood on various runes on the altar and incanted kikitadasu ichizoku no jutsu.Emerald haze spewed from the empty torches and rose in front of the altar. The haze compressed and contracted to form: 'THE HEIR HAS BEEN FOUND. As the emerald haze retreated back into the torches, the Yondaime noticed the embroidery on the blanket wrapped around the child. It was surprisingly similar to the archaic alphabet that the ancient invaders had used two hundred years ago. Being a Hokage, it was his duty to know the invader's language in the scenario that they returned. He had roughly translated it to Harry Potter, a hard sequence of words to roll of the tongue. He gingerly picked up the child, ran to the orphanage, and placed him there. The same moon that had peeked out of the clouds, now stood naked, it's light shining on the child. He took a step away, turned and said,

"We will meet again Harii Aogetsuei Tougeika, Heir of the Emerald Elements."

This was 4 years before the 4th day of the 4th month when the Kyuubi struck.

An unusual boy was sitting on a lone swing near the orphanage. What was so unusual about him? Perhaps it was the fact that he was alone, his loneliness only pierced by the laughter of other kids playing behind him. Perhaps it was his uncanny ability to remain silent and composed while others whined or complained. Perhaps it was that he was small for his age, a skinny frame and a skinny face where frequently broken glasses lay perched. Perhaps it was his dark raven hair, seeming to flow with the wind in even the lightest of breezes. Or perhaps it was his eyes that had an impossible shade of green, one that could be easily mistaken for emeralds. No, it was because of his face. While it might not have a disfiguring trait to them- it was quite the opposite, if one would to observing him in his teens one would say he was quite eye-catching- they had the unmistakable face of a foreigner. This western face had too wide eyes, too large and sharp nose, and a to pale complexion to be even considered for one of eastern heritage. As he grew older, his mind and presence would become more oriental, but it would be in vain, for the foreign appearance would still mark him. Yet this child in spite of his loneliness had adorned a smile. It was his birthday; it was the day when this child would turn four, the day when his goal would be formed.

The noon bell had cried out just then, and the boy stood up and walked back to his orphanage, the party would start soon. He greeted the owner at the door, as the owner to him, and walked into the playroom. He had always noticed that the adults treated him differently, though not cruelly they were not like other children's treatment. They had always seemed too distant, too forced, to be genuine. Even when the adults treated him, he knew it wasn't full-fledged, not on the level of the other orphans had received. Only one adult he knew would greet him with the energy akin to others: the Hokage, strongest of Konoha. This man was the fourth in the succession of the title of Hokage, and perhaps the strongest of them all. Said man was now on his weekly visit to the orphanage, coincidentally arriving for the celebration. He cheerfully greeted each one of them, smiling at a few of them, including the boy. A small chime from the bell in the owner's hand had declared the celebration to commence. On cue as if rehearsed, the tiny voices of a score of children sang out:

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you; Happy Birthday to Harii, Happy Birthday to you!"

A cheer rose as Harii blew out the candles and the owner began to pass the cake around. After filling their tiny stomachs, the children got up and began to play games within their own groups. Again left to his lonesome, Harii walked up to the Hokage and tugged on his pants.

"Hello Mister Hokage Sir, will you play with me?"

"For a little while, Harii, I think I can squeeze in a few minutes before I have to go." And so the Hokage took Harii's hand and began to play with him, letting others to join him. For the first time, Harii felt connected with the other children as they chased each other and played ninja. Too soon did the hour bell ring and the Hokage had to leave the children to their games. As the Hokage left, Harii- now in a group of others- thought to himself:

When I grow up, I wanna be a ninja just like the Hokage.

Nine months had passed, since Harii's fourth birthday, and Harii had become more accepted with the other kids. He had not forgotten his new dream even with his newfound friends. Everyday he was found playing with his new posse; racing around, sneaking past one another, and climbing around. While he would not realize this until later, he was subconsciously training his way to his dream. Every game of tag, every game of hide and seek, and every game of ninja had aided him. One particular night just before midnight, Harii was unable to sleep for some reason. As much as he forced himself to go to sleep, all he did was turn in his cot. He gave up on his fourth try and sat up. He noticed a window open, and climbed through and up to the roof of the two-story orphanage. He marveled at the sky, it's faint twinkle winking at him as a mother would to a child. The only imperfection in this portrait was the grey clouds covering the moon, only allowing it to peek out every so often. He continued to marvel until a faraway sound had disturbed him. He turned in the direction of the sound and gasped at the sight. Far away, past the walls of Konoha was a giant fox, one traipsing through the surrounding forests, biting at a pest every so often. Surprising himself, he dropped to the ground and ran towards the walls to get a better view. He had thought he would be frightened by the vicious killer intent increasing with every step, but this pressure had seemed familiar to him somehow. And he wanted to know why.

He scaled up a high water tower near the walls, and peered at the battle unfold in front of him. It seemed that the giant fox was biting and clawing at the ninja attacking him. They had seemed to be doing something, waiting for someone or something to arrive, for they never once tried to attack him at once. He washorrified though, for it was obvious that many were losing their lives, and consequently losing the battle. Just then the demon fox whipped his tail around, decimating a tenth of the ninja. They retreated and it seemed that the fox was going to win, when the Hokage appeared in front of the fox on a giant frog. The Hokage was carrying something in his arms, something small. Then with a single hand seal Harii saw something that would be etched into his mind forever. As the moon took left of it's pests and shown a deep red; a bright light shone, and a huge figure appeared with a face that terrified Harii more then the fox did. The figure took the fox as the Hokage placed his palm on the object he was holding. With a horrifying scream the fox was sealed into the object.A joyful hurray emerged from Harii as he jumped, but it soon turned into a cry of pain as he saw the figure take his sword and stabbed the Hokage and continued to consume his ghostly form. The Hokage's body had collapsed, lying motionless in a deathly state. Tears welled up and fell down his cheeks as the ninja carried the Hokage and the object towards the village. As a man who carried the object passed under a beam of moonlight, Harii identified the object as a baby whose appearance mirrored the Yondaime's. Silently Harii descended the tower, ran back to the orphanage, and slipped into his bed.

"Happy Birthday," Harii whispered, sobbing himself to sleep. He never saw the moon outside his window turn emerald.

A/N: Phew, there the prologue's done. Not bad for a beginner eh? Reviews are welcome, and so are flames to think of it... Anyway, yes I know Naruto's birthday is October 10th, but come on it's fanfiction right? Oh and to disregard any confusion about Harry's b-day... let's just say that the portal shot him back in time... um, that's a reasonable explanation right? Well until next time.

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