AN: Wow over the weekend and as of now we're up to 17 reviews, 95 favorites, and 164 follows. Thank you so much for the outpouring of support everyone has given me :) Goes to show how invested people seem to be in the idea and it's really motivated me to write more content for all of you. For those that have reviewed, I'm enclosing some answers to questions that were brought up at the end of this chapter right before the preview of the next chapter. Again thank you! Annnnddd let's begin

Rating: T for now, M possibly for future chapters. Rating may be subject to change

Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor.

Planned Pairings: FemHarry/Naruto, FemHarry/Kakashi, FemHarry/Shikamaru, FemHarry/Shino, FemHarry/Neji, FemHarry/Chouji, FemHarry/Kiba, FemHarry/Gaara, FemHarry/Iruka, FemHarry/Asuma.

Summary: If Harry were being honest with herself, she would have said that yes, accidents happen in magic. It's what made magic, well, magic. But nothing could've allowed her to predict that magic would've transported her into the body of the daughter of a Ramen Stand of Konoha. Now finding herself living the routine of a restaurant waitress, Ayame must struggle between hiding her magical ways, adjusting to life in a shinobi village and warding off the unwanted attention of multiple ninja. She's not quite sure which will be the bigger task. [Fem!Harry, Reverse Harem, Final Pairing Undecided]

Warnings for this chapter: Mild description of physical assault

Chapter 2: Blue Eyes

Harry Potter was still trying to get over the fact that she was, once again, a 15 year old girl. And with that, all that came from puberty and adolescent awkwardness

Including, but not limited to, boobs and acne

Standing in front of the mirror in her new room after taking a shower, she examined her new body in all its naked glory with the type of attention that could be mistaken for a teenage boy touching all he could to fulfill his raunchy fantasies.

But she suspected no boy or girl in this dimension or the next would be fondling their new breasts in front of a mirror, completely naked, in the juggly kind of way

But this was Harriet Potter, the girl who stumbled through puberty with the grace of a beached whale and who weighed her boobs using her hands in front of the mirror because two mounds of fat attached to her chest were more fascinating than a village run by elite ninja. She didn't give a damn about ninjas at the moment.

What she did give a damn about, were her boobs. Chewing her lip, she stared in mild embarrassment, admiration and envy

"She's a lot bigger than I was at her age..." she mumbled to herself

In fact, a lot of things were different about Ayame

She had a much smaller build, the type of body that wasn't used to exercising too much, running or even entering battle. To compensate, though, it seemed she was a lot more nimble and flexible than Harry was in her own body. Despite big boobs it was clear Ayame wasn't weighed down when it came to handling orders and cleaning at Ichiraku at lightening speed

Her hands were a lot softer, any labor that showed was due to working mostly with kitchen or cleaning supplies, not unlike the type of work she had done in her younger years. In fact, while Harry found herself cooking and cleaning in an awkward sort of way at first, by the second week much of her muscle memory from her earlier dreary days with the Dursley's had kicked in and it seemed to be her advantage. Though she wasn't sure if it was Ayame's muscle memory or her own.

Gone was the long wavy messy black blop and in its place was Ayame's pin straight brown hair. It was a lot more manageable as Harry began to discover over the week. It did not whip around when the wind blew around the shop and for the most part did not curl in the chaotic bird's nest that her black hair used to. She twirled it in her finger, noticing how much softer it felt but holding the lock to her nose she could smell the ghosts of pork and bean sprouts despite how much she scrubbed it.

She scrunched her face in mild disgust, as if she was about to sneeze, and with the flutter of her eyelashes she opened her eyes to find the sight that troubled her the most

My eyes...

Her emerald green eyes, the eyes that once belonged to her dear mother, the mother she never truly knew, were gone. The eyes that she now saw the world with were no longer hers, and yet it was the first thing she noticed when she woke up or saw her reflection. A reminder that the last remaining piece of her mother was gone. It was scary to look at.

That, at least, was one thing that Ayame and Harry had in common

Of the little she could scrap up from paper, memories from the chapter she read and photo albums scattered around the apartment she lived in with her "father" several things became very clear to her. It was clear that Ayame and her father were very close. He loved her, as she imagined her father would've if he had the chance, with protectiveness, concern, and humor that reminded her of Hagrid. It was also clear that her mother was long gone. Whether she had passed away, or had left, Harry did not know.

There were barely any photos of her around the house. Only two remained, one of Ayame's parents wedding day and another when Ayame was born- both placed in the same photo album tucked away on the shelf. Teuchi never mentioned her, and it be a cold day in hell when Harry would bring it up and risk the chance of arousing suspicion as she almost did her first week at Konoha (thank god for false sicknesses).

It was, also, abundantly clear that Ayame was a simple and sweet girl. Her room was simple, her clothes were simple (she had two outfits), her lifestyle seemed pretty simple. She had little to no friends, only the customers and her father to keep her company, and it didn't seem like she had many hobbies other than a few arts and crafts books and cooking practices. It made it easier for Harry. She didn't need to interact with many people which meant that no one would suspect that she wasn't the real Ayame. As long as she didn't get too close to anyone she would be fine. Ayame's routine would be fine. Very routine, not much unlike Harry's life after the war: wake up, get dressed, go to work, close up the shop, go home, go to bed.

As if on cue, she heard the muffled call of Teuchi telling her to get ready for the day. It was Monday, and Monday's always ended up being shopping days

"Coming Tou-chan!"

With that Harry got ready, tying a white bandana around her head, and deciding to pass thinking about the details of her circumstances for now. In a strange way, Harry had a duty to perform for there was not much she could do at the moment. To reveal her identity could mean disaster and open pandora's box, as she had come to realize quickly in this world. No, she had to play her part for now and hope the answers to getting back her home would appear just as the answers to every hair-raising adventure had appeared in her life. She may still feel uneasy, but she had to make the best of the situation. She was in the world of a comic.

All she could do for now was live this life, in Ayame's place, and wonder.

Wonder, where Ayame was, how her friends were doing, how to get through each day, how Ayame was doing, how she might get home, if Ayame had taken her place in the Wizarding World and if so

Wonder if she was as freaked out about everything as she was.

It was supposed to be like any other Monday

Teuchi and Ayame could afford to open the shop a little later on Mondays, no one really ate ramen for breakfast, and Monday's were designated grocery shopping days according to Teuchi. They could grab some extra ingredients to stock up at the shop so that over the week they would have plenty to make their fresh ramen. Harry could admit she enjoyed this opportunity, walking through the streets with residents having a smile on their face as she passed by and with no one groveling at her feet in hero-worship or whispering as they looked at her. After all, here she was only known as Ayame, a simple citizen just like them

It was liberating

She enjoyed it, she enjoyed the simple life of going around buying vegetables and meat. She enjoyed picking out radishes She enjoyed the japanese customs she was learning. She was learning all about honorifics as she observed customers and marketers conversing about deals. The streets were lined with stalls with the most unique and yummy food Harry had to try. Teuchi would always notice the longing look Ayame would get, and handed her a couple of coins to spend for herself on treats.

That would always take her by surprise

Harry was by no means poor, she had a lot of inheritance, but her upbringing with the Dursleys had made it so that that she was still not used to kindness by strangers and she felt a warmth of appreciation bloom whenever Teuchi seemed to buy her a treat or ask her advice on produce

It was quaint and pleasant and perhaps Harry didn't feel so uneasy about the whole thing after two weeks

She turned towards Teuchi with a soft smile as he looked at her proudly for choosing the right bok choy.

This isn't so bad

She was liking this new life. Wands, wizards, and witches seemed so far behind her now as she basked in the market atmosphere and the laughing smiling villagers. Life seemed alright.

Yet at that moment, Harry heard thuds, shouting and loud thrashes

Turning her head towards the sight, she burned with anger and hatred

A young boy, blonde and who couldn't be older than 10 was being held by his neck by a large villager as onlookers laughed and cheered him on

Harry stared in horror and the man readied his arm back to punch the kid in the face and she felt her chest tighten in fear

What the hell...

What made it worse was that none of the villagers around the street seemed to want to help the boy, or even question why he was getting beat up. If anything they seemed to be pretty happy at the display, looking away and smiling. Harry was completely horrified as she felt anger wash over her.

He was just a kid...

As the man seemed to tighten his grip around the boy's neck and the boy seemed to struggle to free himself, Harry could not stand idly by any longer.

She dropped her bag of vegetables and ran towards the man with her arms raised ready to hit him

"Hey-"

It was supposed to be like any other Monday

And for Naruto Uzumaki, the dead-last and self-proclaimed future Hokage, that meant running around the markets with a a bucket of paint and some gloves

Because screw everybody.

It was the start of November, the height of harvest season which meant the streets were heavy with food stalls and produce stores. He had just turned 10 this year and it was a thrill to be one step closer to becoming a ninja and getting out

And yes, before you ask, he was supposed to be in the academy, but Naruto's week never really started till Tuesday. Weeks started on Tuesday and ended Friday morning, his weekend would start friday and end on monday. Which meant he had a good four days to do whatever damn thing he wanted to do. Why the hell should he be going to the academy on a Monday.

Naruto hated Mondays.

Besides, as always he suspected that the academy teachers wouldn't miss his presence and he wasn't looking forward to sitting still as Iruka-sensei blabbered on about the history of the shinobi world (as he always did on mondays). He could try to ask questions but his mind was always jumbled up and he always felt a twitch in his leg. He just couldn't stay still which would always lead to him exploding and Iruka-sensei scolding him

He never did look him in the eye even then

He shook his head at the thought

Ain't the time for that

Dipping his gloved hands in the paint can attached to his waist Naruto, and readied himself for his plan

Red paint was his favorite

It always gave the citizens the funniest expressions when he touched their bags or faces with the stuff. They looked like they were about to piss themselves from anger or frustrations, hell if he cared. Seeing their blinking faces and the time it took for them to realize what had just happened were some of the sweetest expressions Naruto could ever ask for. Better than the whispers, the stares, the glares

Better to give them an actual reason to hate on him

He lived for that kind of stuff.

He lived for hitting people with paint, the sellers, the buyers, the kids, the adults. He laughed loudly, his voice booming through the streets

"Dattebayo-"

He was grabbed then, by a man and his cronies in the middle of the busy street. Grabbed by the neck he felt the air rush out of him as he struggled in his grasp. He looked like any one of the villagers that had beat him up before. Their faces blurred, but the same hate-filled rage gazed down at him

"You little demon shit! You're nothing but trouble, I should just get rid of you now while I have the chance" he spat in Naruto's face as he began to punch his left cheek.

Here we go

Another round

Closing his eyes, readying himself for the next blow Naruto held his breathe

But the blow never came

Instead...

"Hey! Leave him alone!"

"I said leave him alone!"

"Little girl, do you even know what...that thing is?"

"I don't care, put him on the ground now! Let him go!"

Naruto felt his face slam on to the ground and man did that hurt. The man kicked some dust in his face but walked off then, leaving Naruto in a heap on the ground. He rubbed his eyes as dust collected and felt the sting on his cheek from the blows.

That was going to leave a mark

He felt a cool hand on his arm and someone crouch next to him. He closed his eyes and flinched, half expecting the person to beat him up like the last one had. Instead he felt the hand dust the dirt off his shoulder and shirt. Slowly he opened his eyes and stared right into the brown eyes that looked over him with

Worry?

She was a small girl, maybe a couple of years older than him, her haired covered with a white bandana. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and she continued to dust off the dirt across his black shirt. This was his savior. Her face was so...tiny and pale, and unlike Naruto, seemed unscarred. Her skin looked so smooth...

Why the hell am I thinking about her skin?!

He shook his head, and it seemed that the girl mistook that mild brain fart for his pain and her eyes lowered. She seemed...

Sad?

He took a better look at her as she started the place her hand in his hair to clean off the excess dirt. His mouth seemed to dry, he never had another person dust off dirt from one of his regular beat-ups before, let alone pat his hair like that, let alone be...worried for him?

"Are you alright?" she asked softly and his heart started hammering in his chest

What was this?

What's the catch?

He wasn't used to this, it scared him. The only one that seemed to give a damn about him was Jiji-The Hokage and even then he had mild interactions with the man. This wasn't supposed to be how it went. The man was supposed to beat him up some more and then he'd leave him alone to pick up his paint and gloves and then Naruto could run away. This wasn't part of the script, when had anybody helped him before?

This was weird, and yet...

He nodded dumbly at her and brushed her hand off, gulping while he did so. Foreign feelings of gratitude welled inside him but he pressed them down for now, he couldn't go off not being Naruto Uzumaki in front of a lady now

"Of course! I'm Naruto Uzumaki after all-ttebayo!" Giving a cheeky grin, though it hurt to do so, his cheek was still hot from pain

She blinked in surprise, but her expression of worry was not deterred. She turned to the man behind her, who had been hovering above the two all this time with the same expression of worry. Whether he was more worried for the girl or Naruto, Naruto couldn't guess but the two seemed to communicate wordlessly and he gave her a nod and gave him a smile.

She smiled, flushed and turned towards Naruto

"Well Naruto-kun, I'm Ayame. Do you want to come back to our ramen stand? We should get you cleaned up and get something for that cheek of yours."

"We have some first-aid back at home and we can whip up some food" the man added further

What...

Now it was his turn to blink and the confusion in his stomach continued to grow. He, Naruto Uzumaki, the dead-last, the one everyone ignored and hated, was being invited back to someone's place? So that they could take care of him?

What the heck is going on?

He gave another grin and nodded in agreement "Sure, thanks Ayame-chan!"

Why pass this chance up?

She seemed to giggle a bit at his remark and stretched out her hand for him to hold. Still the confusion bubbled but he didn't want to question it.

I've never held someone's hand before...

It was true, he hadn't, he was not used to physical contact that was positive of any kind and for a horrible second he thought he had forgotten what it felt like to hold someone's hand and what to do. Luckily, he remembered the motions, having learned from watching longingly at kids holding their parents hand.

It's warm...

She gripped it gently and they walked together, hand-in-hand across the street back towards the bag she had dropped earlier and then towards the Ramen Stand. Through it all he felt the glares, but noticed the girl seemed to glare back and that deterred a lot of the villagers. He kept his grin on the entire time because of that and walked with swagger. The man, named Teuchi, and Ayame smiled back at him when they could.

Through it all, she never let go of his hand

Ayame, huh?

His name was Naruto Uzumaki and Harry was sucked in

He was sunny, incredibly sunny, despite having just been beaten up he was grinning the entire walk back to the ramen stand

He was a talker, and he chattered away loudly about who he was and what he was doing in the market, no mentions of the encounter with the man but seemed to focus primarily on his pranks and antics

And he was a dreamer, he proclaimed loudly for everyone to hear in his booming loud voice that he was going to be hokage (the leader of the village from what Harry gathered) and that everyone should believe it. He made her laugh, more than she had ever laughed in the past two weeks, and in the 15 minutes she had gotten to know him she felt completely at ease

He was a completely lovable guy

So why the hell did everyone look at him like he was a piece of gum on the back of their shoe?

It didn't make sense and it bothered the hell out of her

Bloody villagers...

It continued to bother her when they entered and opened the stand, as villagers and ninja alike who filed in seemed uneasy at the sight of Naruto in the restaurant and even some dared to glare at him or leave the restaurant all together. In return, Harry gave them the darkest glare she could muster. One that could rival Severus Snape's infamous looks and that seemed to scare them off.

She returned from the back room with a small washcloth, water and some medicine to put on Naruto's cheek while Teuchi whipped up a Pork Ramen (one of the restaurants hottest items) for Naruto to eat. Dipping the washcloth in the water she gently washed Naruto's face, as he winced, and noticed three lines across both his cheeks. They were old, clearly scars, and Harry shuddered to think what had caused them. She had scars too, one on her hand I must not tell lies, her infamous ligtening bolt scar and one small one across her eyebrow from her days with the Dursleys. Her heart began to bleed for the boy who wasn't that much younger than she was when she left to Hogwarts.

Why

He continued to talk about himself, as if he was trying to exhaust every story possible because he had never had the chance too before. He was an orphan, and he had decided to skip school to play some pranks today, he wanted to be a ninja but he hated school

He's...

"Naruto?"

"Hmm, yeah lady-chan?"

"...Why was that man beating you up?"

He stopped his monologue and paused. His blue eyes widened and became impossibly darker

"...I don't know, it's always been like that"

Just like me...

She gripped the washcloth tightly. So that was how it was. The boy was hated, for reasons he himself didn't know for sure, and he was suffering while everyone stood by. Just like she did when she was growing up, hated for reasons she didn't know, for reasons she couldn't control

It pissed her off beyond belief

Merlin help the person who tries to hurt this boy again...

Flickers of her magic began to rise up in her stomach, while she had no wand that could conduct the magic that she was used to in her own world that didn't mean her magical core wasn't there. It had come with her into this world, flaring up as her emotion flared up. Reacting as she reacted.

And right now she was pissed with the heat of a 1000 suns

She began to chew her lip as she looked at him. Teuchi handed him the bowl of ramen and he began to devour the food, exclaiming that this was his first time trying it. After the first bite his blue eyes brightened into a brilliant aquamarine once again and Harry felt herself calm down.

What was it about blue or green eyes that seemed to illicit such emotional reactions?

Hell if she knew

Hell if she cared

But as she watched Naruto enjoy his second bowl of ramen, chatting amiably with Teuchi and sneaking glances at her as if he needed her approval, Harriet Potter knew one thing

She'd be damned if she let the boy go on in life with the same dead look in her eyes as she had.

"Naruto?"

He continued to slurp on the noodles

Food of the gods...

But responded "Yes Ayame-chan?"

"Believe me when I say, you don't deserve to be beat up like that. I don't understand why these villagers beat you up or hate you but know that I don't hate you Naruto. I don't hate you at all and I hope that we'll be friends from now on"

She added a soft smile

Not getting close to people...

Screw that

He looked at her then, looking up from his bowl and looking towards her. The only two at the bar stools. Only the two of them. His eyes began to shine and could feel the tears starting to come out but he held it in, there was no way he was going to cry in front of her now

There was no way he was going to mess this up

This, whatever this was, was something and while Naruto didn't have the words to express his emotions right now

He knew this wasn't any other monday.

AN: So there's the second chapter and the introduction of Naruto! I love Naruto as a character and hope I captured him well. I know some reviewers were asking whether he was going to be a sibling like character to Harry and I will make it clear here: I fully intend to have Naruto be part of the Reverse Harem. It might be a little weird now because he's so young but its something I'm hoping to build up too as time goes on (this will be a long fic) and the same goes for all of the rookies who are a part of my planned pairings. Harry might be oblivious as hell, but the guys won't be haha. Hope you enjoyed this chapter

As of the latest ending of the anime, its semi established that Naruto was pretty young when he first encountered the ramen clan but I've bumped it up a couple of years for plot convenience. I'd check it out! It's a very unique idea for an ending and I love watching it on repeat.

Timeline wise, in canon its established that Ayame was 17 at the start of the series. I did two years back, making her 15 and the rest of the main naruto cast roughly 9-10 years of age. Yes that is a 5-6 year difference, but no matter, nothing truly will develop romantically from Harry's side until much later so no worries on that front. But there will be a lot of relationship building in these first couple of chapters.

Time to answer reviews! (thanks so much again! Really warms my heart and keeps me motivated)

Thanks to: gowolf, RebelliousOne, god of all, TheBlackSeaReaper, TheBeauty, canis lupus familiars, Shadow at Midnight, AstralLaine, dreaming of rocketships and elise caester! And anonymous guest reviewers, like Isali, Lady K, alice and guests :)

Lady K: As you can see from this chapter, Harry does not have Ayame's memories but she read the naruto volume which has given her a vauge understanding of the world

Isali: We'll see about Neji

elise caester: The timeline of this fic means its post-massacre so Sasuke is def here. The reason I haven't mentioned Sasuke so far is that I'm still debating what his place will be in this fic. Im a NaruSasu fan tbh so seeing Sasuke have affection for someone else is a little strange to me but I'm thinking of adding him as a possible sibling candidate or a foil. We'll see :) but hope that answers your question

Preview:

Chapter 3: Courses

You better watch yourself, or I'm gonna add another scar to your nose with my soup ladle and I warn you, I have large ones.

Duly noted ma'am