Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and Naruto belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Remember that this is a fanfic and will probably have a bit of anime spoiler!

I'm not fluent in English (I'm Brazilian), remember to point out exactly where the error is or I won't be able to correct it.

Hope you like it..

Dallas Sasaki


A small boy with black hair and green eyes was being held by the neck by what many would say is a walrus in human form, the obese adult was more than beyond rage, blinded by the emotions he felt. Choking the child with a tight grip around its neck, the adult sank the child's head into the water in the river deep in the woods somewhere in Scotland. The child tried to fight to free himself from the man and escape what is supposed to be his killer, but it was all in vain, soon after the boy started losing oxygen he had in his lungs and started to drown...

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and after four minutes...

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Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, has died.

Drowned by his uncle.


Vernon Dursley had a VERY bad day and it was all the freak's fault, so in a moment of impulsive act generated from his anger, he decided to get rid of the freak.

So he drove to his house, punished the boy, got in the car with the boy and drove to some secluded place, and drowned the freak. He didn't feel guilty, he felt satisfaction in getting rid of the little monstrosity, the one who had tried to contaminate his normal home and family with his strange abilities.


In Azkaban, a man in a terrible state was sleeping wishing he was with his godson and taking care of him, instead of being imprisoned and falsely accused of the crimes of the filthy traitorous rat.

When out of nowhere he instantly started choking as if he was being drowned as he bled through his ears, eyes, nose and mouth. The man did not survive three minutes before he died.

It wasn't until 2 and a half weeks had passed that one of the jailers discovered that one of the prisoners had died because of a magical bond between godson and godfather.

In less than three hours the journalists and reporter announced that Sirius Black had died as a result of said magical bond and that The Boy Who Lived was dead.


In a castle hidden by the mountains of Dufftown, in Scotland, and ancient magical barriers made by the four founders of the castle-school, a certain old headmaster was grieving asking Lady Magik's forgiveness as he drowned in the feeling of failing Lily and James Potter to protect the one and only son they had before they died, deeply regretting not having listened to her old friend's advice about how the Dursleys are the worst kind of muggles she's ever seen.

Dumbledore prayed with all his heart that at least the boy would finally find his parents and be reunited with them in the afterlife. He stood up as he made a promise to himself that at any sign of abuse in a child, that he would look deeper into the case that what happened to Harry would never happen again to anyone else.