Accidental Assistance
I don't own 'Harry Potter' or 'Naruto'
Crossover: 'Harry Potter' x 'Naruto'
Warning: genderbent character (Harry)
Harry stood in front of the mirror and once more happily cursed Death in as many languages as possible.
Why people thought being the Master of Death was a good thing Harry had no idea, when all that had happened was being reincarnated into another world after they died. And again. And again.
Harry honestly had no clue how many worlds they'd been in now, and that didn't even get into the fact that they were once more a girl in this world (though at least they still had the same colouring). Not that they hadn't had any experience with this before so Harry just accepted it and moved on as per usual.
Which was easier to accept than ninjas. Even so, despite ninjas being weird, fighting was something Harry had grown accustomed to and had signed up with only the slightest amount of trepidation.
Harry Potter, wizard. Haru, kunoichi.
This is now my life. Haru looked into the mirror, noting their standard uniform and grimaced, the reminder of the war a sobering thought.
Haru sighed again before straightening and narrowing their eyes. They had a mission and they'd do it, no matter what.
Konoha was Haru's home.
Haru had never been so grateful for their obscure interest in fuinjutsu than now.
Fighting in a war as a teenager tends to make you paranoid after a while, and Haru was well-versed in creating traps which they used on all their missions as a precaution. A precaution which had paid off well, seeing as their seals had captured several foreign shinobi making off with some of Haru's comrades.
What the hell have I stumbled into?
Everyone was on the ground unconscious, but the issue was that Haru was supposed to be on a solo mission and avoid contact with even allies for secrecy's sake.
As Haru was pondering the correct procedure, they automatically brought up a kunai to parry the sword aiming for their neck before jumping backwards, twisting to get a look at who'd tried to take their head off.
Haru's eyes widened. "Hatake-san."
Hatake Sakumo was admittedly a gorgeous man, tall and lean, with long silver hair and dark slate eyes. He didn't look so friendly right now, but Haru had a feeling that those on the ground were the reason for that.
The man paused and narrowed his eyes, looking Haru over in a clinical fashion before meeting their eyes. "I know you, you work in the Genjutsu department."
"Fuinjutsu," Haru corrected, knowing Sakumo was trying to determine if Haru was an enemy in disguise. "The flames burn to protect the king, who in turn preserves the fire of us all."
It was a strange code, but one that worked to assure the man of their status as a comrade and Haru watched the man relax.
"What happened?"
That voice should be illegal. "As of six minutes ago, four shinobi of unknown origins made their way across my barrier while carrying apparent hostages, triggering the release of sleeping gas which immediately took them out of play. I subsequently secured everyone with chakra-suppressing cuffs and administered the antidote to the gas, though I haven't yet interrogated anyone to determine identities or mission parameters."
It was best to assure the man that his team hadn't been harmed by the seals, and indeed Sakumo had relaxed minutely upon hearing that. "Thank you … ?"
"Haru. Just Haru, I'm an orphan."
He nodded, no pity in his eyes which was a nice bonus. "Thank you, Haru-san. I owe you."
Haru was going to refute him, but then looked at the man again. "Actually, Hatake-san. There is something you could do for me, if you don't mind."
Sakumo raised a brow. "Oh?"
"My mission clearly stated I was to avoid contact with anyone else, even others from Konoha. If you could avoid telling your team of the truth about my involvement and only reveal the circumstances to Hokage-same in private, I would very much appreciate it."
The man smiled widely at Haru and they could feel the tell-tale heat of a blush working its way across their face. God, this is embarrassing. I hope he doesn't notice. Though considering the amused glint in his eyes, he did in fact notice and Haru started praying for the ground to swallow them whole.
"That'll be fine, Haru-san. I'm well-aware of secrecy when it comes to missions. Nobody will know you were part of this."
Haru thanked the man and bowed in a slightly flustered manner before packing up their things and leaving the older man to his team and mission, sprinting off through the trees while thinking of dark grey eyes and a wicked grin.
They never knew they'd irrevocably changed the history of this world by being a bit paranoid.
Haru lifted their head at the knock on the door and stood up, stretching their back out quickly and wincing at the cracks.
Though they were thankful they'd managed to avoid any higher ranked missions recently ever since Hatake Sakumo's team had essentially expedited the end of the war by months if not years, they were admittedly getting a little restless. Haru briefly wondered what would have happened if their seal array hadn't been there to catch the enemy and shrugged; it couldn't have been that bad, surely.
They made their way through the flat, wondering who'd be coming to see Haru now. They didn't have a lot of friends, and Shikaku might be off today but he was too lazy to actually seek Haru out of his own volition.
Haru got to the door of their apartment and opened it, coming face-to-face with a very bright yellow and blinked rapidly. There was a bouquet of daffodils in their face, the colour a massive distinction to the darker uniform of the one holding them. Haru tilted their head back and looked up, meeting slate eyes once more and blinking rapidly.
"Hatake-san?"
Sakumo smiled, the expression bordering on a smirk and Haru felt their cheeks darken again despite their best efforts. Damn it, you're not supposed to blush at him like a schoolgirl! You're a grown adult, act like one!
"These are for you," he said, holding out the flowers.
Haru gently took the flowers and smiled despite the embarrassment. They really were lovely. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Haru-san. On another note, are you free this evening?"
They blinked. "Free?"
"Would you like to get dinner with me this evening?"
Haru blushed deeply and froze, wondering if it was a good idea to get involved with someone in the current climate before questioning when on earth they had ever done the logical thing and inwardly snorted. Might not be the right lifetime, but I'm still a Gryffindor.
They looked up at the man and nodded with a smile. "I'd love to."
As Sakumo beamed and started making plans, Haru re-evaluated their plan for this lifetime.
I'm going to be happy for once, consequences be damned.
A/N: Hiya!
I think this definitely comes under rare pairing, but if you want to read something with these two I'd suggest 'A Thousand Years of Light Between Us' by The Carnivorous Muffin, it's an awesome oneshot. I'm getting a feeling that there needs to be more of this pairing. Hmm, that bears more thought later ...
Btw, before anyone asks me why I used third-person pronouns throughout, it's more because Harry's been reincarnated a lot of times in various bodies, hence they use 'they' just to cover everything without getting mixed up.
Thanks for reading. See ya!