A/N: Hey Hey Everyone! I am sorry for the wait. I have been doing my GCSEs. UK muggle version of the OWLs On top of that, I have been sorting out my college stuff. My friends think that I am silly for taking Maths, Biology, Chemistry, Sociology and Psychology. Five is considered a lot. But, throughout my exams when I should have been revising, I have been typing up various scenes of this story, and others. None of it was a solid chapter, until now.
You should also all be quite proud. Due to my typing and writing this story up when I go to bed, part of it past over onto my English Language exam, and I wrote a story about a vampire, and a reporter. Anyone else who took English and are on the WJEC board, and are taking it this year, I would be interested what you wrote for the creative writing part. Also, what did you do to describe a chippy?
Summary: Uchiha Haru died a thousand years ago. Or did he? As events from the past catch up on both Naruto and Sasuke, can they all stop the oncoming evil, in the form of Uchiha Itachi and Madara. Along with the hordes of evil souls which come along with them. HPNarutoxover
Uchiha Haru
Chapter III: The Legend of the Nosferatu
'So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old.' – 'Home' Chris Daughtry
The citizens of Konoha watched in morbid fascination as the refugees entered Konoha. Healer-nin met them, taking care of the wound, any left from what the kunoichi had done in the emergency. Gaara and Temari were immediately taken into the hospital, in order to be properly cared for by Tsunade herself. Sakura and Ino took them there themselves, while the other Konoha ninjas began to set up defences against the Bijuu as they would eventually reach Konoha.
People were scared. That much was certain. The only chance of survival they had was in the blond haired man who they whispered harsh words about for all thirty years of his life. The village was quiet, as everyone looked over their decisions of the past, whether or not their past mistakes were going to catch up to them. In the form of their deaths.
Hundreds of Years Before…
Haru sighed as he walked through the streets of Moscow. The place was quiet, as everyone knew that it was foolhardy to walk the streets of the vampire capital. His mind caught sight of fellow vampires, who were trying to find an easy feed. Obviously brought here by their sires, who were to be at the council meeting.
'Letting their children do as they pleased…' he rolled his eyes, as he walked through a seemingly solid wall. The government building was dark and empty. Haru walked towards the elevator, and entered it. Putting his hand onto a panel, it recognised both his magical signature, and identity.
"Welcome home, Harry Potter." Came the computer generated sound, as the elevator went right up to the top floor. Stalking through the shadows, he went towards a room, which was locked, to all those aside from his children. The plaque outside the room read the name 'Harry Potter.' Walking through the door, he entered his office. Furnished in the normal office style from the twentieth century, his office held a historic and old age feel to it. His fellow ancients found his touch amusing, but they had all tried to make their environment more like their original environment.
Sitting at his desk, he flicked through some parchment, and grabbed a crystal, which was on the side. Holding it in the palm of his hand, he infused some magic into the crystal, and it glowed.
"Hello?" came a voice, coming from the crystal.
"Erin." Replied Harry, resting his feet upon the desk. Even from the crystal, he could tell that his oldest childe was shocked.
"My Lord?" replied Erin, her voice shaky. Unlike most vampires, who accidentally create childe, or do so for their own needs. Harry created ones of people who would die. From ailing diseases, and there was no other option. Before he turned them, he would tell them exactly what would happen to them, and give them a choice of whether or not they wanted to be turned. He had asked thirty people, and twelve of them had turned him down. Erin was his eldest childe, both turned and natural. She would inform the others of his arrival, like any older sister would.
"The council has been called, I expect you will be there?" asked Harry, casually, as he flicked through the parchment, his eyes flicking through all of the information it offered. Sometimes rereading some of the more important things. It seemed that Madara was moving quicker than expected.
"Yes. Gabriel and I shall be there. Do you expect something to happen?" asked Erin, her usual analytical skills working perfectly. It reminded him so much of his childhood friend Hermione.
"Yes. Just be on your toes. I shall be on the balcony with my fellows."
"Father, does this have anything to do with the hybrid that we have been hearing so much about?" asked Erin.
"Yes. It does. Tell the others, do not approach him at all costs. He is not your average hybrid."
"Yes, my Lord." Replied Erin.
Harry ended the connection, pondering on the possible happenings within the council meeting. Looking at the clock, he saw that it was time for him to make his way there. Fading from sight, he reappeared outside of a pair of double doors. Entering them. He saw eighteen chairs, all surrounding a circular railing. Within the railing was an opening in the ground, which showed the large chamber below. The chamber was large, and circular, with all benches on separate tiers, representing status. The higher you were, the more powerful you were. The benches were already filled as everyone assembled themselves as the council was about to begin.
"Harry." Called Lexiel, standing to meet her dark haired companion. Haru kissed her hand, staring up into the pale blue eyes, which watched him with concern and curiosity. The blond haired beauty was a bit younger than him. By a hundred or so years, and looked up to him somewhat. They all did. He was one of the elder vampires, which in turn gave him a lot of hold over the council. Not that he ever had to use it.
"Lexiel." Replied Harry, sitting down on his chair, his friend next to him. "Has everything been running smoothly, while I have been gone?"
"Yes. Erin has been helpful. But the others have been a bit dismissive of her." Her eyes travelled to two of the younger Ancients, who looked towards the elder vampires curiously.
"They are still young, Lexiel. It is not their fault." Said Harry.
"No. Perhaps not." Said Lexiel, stiffly.
"Harry! Welcome!" came a baritone voice, as a dark skinned vampire appeared next to the dark haired man. Next to the dark skinned vampire, was a woman whose skin was equally as dark as the mans. Rame and Isis. The oldest vampires in existence, having been around since the Egyptian's was.
"Rame." Said Harry, engulfing the man in a hug, before kissing Isis on the hand.
"You have been gone for some time. We were beginning to think that you had been killed." Came Isis' musical voice, her hand on her brother's arm.
"No. You cannot get rid of me that easily." Joked Harry, smiling slightly.
A bell echoed from below, commencing the start of the Council.
The Ancients sat down, murmuring among themselves. Harry rested his feet on the railing in front of him, ignoring the disapproving looks he got from those younger than him, and the amused looks got from his elders.
"We are gathered here today." Came the voice of a spokesperson. A vampire who was stood on a podium, which hovered in the centre of the chamber, so that everyone, could see him. "To bring to light some issues, which have been infesting our society."
Harry's green eyes scanned the gathering, so as to find his children. He spotted Gabriel and Erin sat next to one another, on the second from highest tier. They were subtly scanning the audience, looking for anyone who shouldn't have been there. Good. They were more likely to see something happening, before it actually did.
"What is this gathering about anyway?" asked one of the younger Ancients, bored.
"The hybrid." Replied Rame, his eyes flicking over Harry, whose eyes looked to the chamber below, his eyes flicking through the crowd. Letting his senses flow, he tried to sense Madara. His eyes widened. He could sense his son.
"He is here." said Harry, standing up and walking to the edge of the railing, looking over from the vantage point. He could see everyone, but all they could see was a pair of glowing green eyes.
"You sure?" asked Isis, her hand going onto Harry's shoulder.
"Why are we, the vampires, always looked down upon?" came the voice of the spokesmen, as he continued to talk to the masses.
"He shouldn't be here. He isn't old enough to be in these crowds, so he must have recruited someone older than him." Said Harry.
"So, we propose that we start a revolt. All vampire who are willing, should join us in this endeavour. We shall stop then humans from being above us. They should become what they were born to be. Our food."
"How old is the spokesmen?" asked Lexiel.
"Nearly three thousand." Said Rame. "Old enough to have some connections. Do you think that he could be the one shielding the hybrid?"
"Yes." Said Harry. "Madara is rather charismatic when he has to be."
"I speak on behalf of someone whose nature disallows him to be here. Someone whose one goal is to lead us into the new age. Where we are at the top of the food chain. Where even the demons themselves shall bow to our every whim." Said the spokesperson. Those on the lower tiers, cheered, while those on the upper ones shifted uncertainly.
"All politics." Murmured Harry. "He has the backing of all of the younger vampires, who are more in number than the older ones. But not as powerful. We cannot stop him by force alone. No matter how strong we are, we cannot take on that number."
"Unless we stop it now." Said Rame.
"Using the younglings hate of the humans is a good way in which to get them onto his side. But it isn't his goal." Said Lexiel. "I do not see the logic in him trying to do that. Most of the vampires in this Council should be able to see that."
"Wonderful." Murmured Harry, sarcastically. His eyes focused on the spokesperson, who from when he had mentioned 'demon,' cause Harry to join together all of the dots inside of his head. "Matsumi."
"What was that?" asked Isis, her dark eyes boring into his emerald green ones.
"We need to stop this before it carries on." Said Harry, dismissively. "Before anymore join his side."
Present
Uchiha Sasuke paced around the Hokage's office with his fellow eleven ninja around the room also. They were all watching the prized Uchiha lose his cool. Tsunade sighed at her desk, with Jiraiya stood behind her.
"Your trying to tell me, that the Kyuubi no Yoko was an Uchiha?" he said.
"Hai." Replied Tsunade.
"That she/it warned Naruto of the attack before it happened?"
"Hai."
Sasuke stood stock still, seemingly contemplating something.
"What else did she say?" asked Sasuke, his eyes seeing something that the others could not.
"About her father, and some other stuff."
"Anything about 'nosferatu'?" Causing everyone except Jiraiya to look bewildered. The Toad Sannin Frowned.
"How do you know about that?" asked Jiraiya.
"Uchiha Lore." Replied Sasuke. "A story about a demon coming back to the country, bringing hordes of nosferatu and death in their shadow. The only ones able to stop them are fellow nosferatu themselves."
Jiraiya's eyes widened. Tsunade noticed it.
"This isn't a story is it?"
"Those monsters you spoke of, which were stronger and faster than any shinobi, if my knowledge is right, these are nosferatu."
"What is a nosferatu?" asked Naruto.
"A being. Immortal. Shies away from the sun, drinks blood. Blessed by the gods with strength and speed more so than any ninja could accomplish."
"Why does your family have a story on them?" murmured Shikamaru.
"It is said that the blood of a nosferatu runs through our veins. That is why we are 'geniuses'. We are not entirely human."
Silence met his statement, before he broke it.
"I would like to meet the Kyuubi."
"What?" yelled Tsunade, while Jiraiya put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Naruto nodded his head to his friend, and the two of them looked into each other's eyes, one pair of them being a swirling red colour. The next second the two of them stood in the sewers of Naruto's mind.
"I don't think that we will be seeing her." said Naruto, as the two walked towards the Kyuubi's cage. Sounds of a violin drifted towards them. Sat, hovering on the water was the Kyuubi. When it saw them, a manic grin flitted across its face.
"Uchiha." It hissed.
"Same to you." Replied Sasuke, evenly. Its eyes glinted.
We wish to talk to you." Said Naruto. "In your normal form."
The Kyuubi's size changed, taking the form of a beautiful, dark haired beauty.
"Uchiha Sasuke." She said, a crazed glint in her eyes. "I was wondering when you would be joining us."
"What are the nosferatu?" asked Sasuke, straight to the point, while Naruto's eyes were focused on the woman.
"Theres blood upon the air." She said in a singsong voice. "The shadows rise to fight, the enemy cometh near."
"What are the nosferatu?" he repeated.
"Me. You. Us." She said casually. "All the Uchiha. The sign of us being one is if we have the Sharingan." Her eyes turned red with the three tomboe. Sasuke stepped back under the sheer power of her sharingan. The difference in power between the two was startling. The Uchiha blood must have thinned. "There is only one Uchiha who has never opened the Sharingan before they died. Only one." Naruto put it together before Sasuke did.
"Your father."
She grinned, before she slightly nodded her head.
"A civilian?" asked Sasuke, in disbelief.
"Yes."
"The guy whose grave I fainted on." Commented Naruto.
"The first Uchiha." Murmured Sasuke.
"What is coming, you cannot stop." Said Matsumi, in a cheery voice. "You can only do one better, and find something more powerful to stop it."
"But he died. Years ago." Said Naruto.
"No." murmured Sasuke, his eyes widening. "He was a nosferatu. He was immortal."
"He was a vampire." Replied Matsumi. "As am I, my brother, Madara, more so."
"Madara?" asked Sasuke, shocked.
"Yes. My elder twin. Very much like your own brother, but so much worse. Your brother was much more humane, while Madara is sick."
"How can we stop Akatsuki?"
"You do as you have always done, Naruto-kun. Pray, rely on others to bail you out that is all you can do."
The Kyuubi then forcefully kicked them out.
"Naruto? Sasuke?" asked Tsunade.
"The Kyuubi says that the only way to fight them would be to fight them with one of their own."
"But they are all with Akatsuki." Stated Kiba.
"Except one, which could still be alive." Said Sasuke. "The father of both the Kyuubi no Kitsune, and the mysterious Uchiha Madara. Uchiha Haru, the very first Uchiha."
"That's well over a thousand years ago." Murmured TenTen. "Surely he would be dead."
"No." said Jiraiya. "Nosferatu can live forever. There is a council. Though this is in the outside world. I have seen vampire, as they call them, before. Powerful, non-human things. Those with some semblance to sanity are the Ancients. I have never met one."
"Hokage-sama." Called a guard.
"Hai?"
"The other villages are sending fighters here."
"Why?"
"It appears as though everyone has realised that here is the spot that we shall all fight."
"Anything else?"
"The Bijuu have been sighted. They are two days away."
"What halted them?" asked Sakura, curious.
"Rain, Sakura-sama. Our sources say that this rain causes all of the Bijuu and several of the..things pain. We are not sure what it was, we are working on it."
Naruto frowned slightly, and he noticed Sasuke did as well. There was something else at work here, and with what the Kyuubi told them, it seemed as though someone was bailing them out. But who?
Hundreds of Years Before…
Harry stood in front of the mirror prepping himself. Contrary to popular opinion, vampires could be seen in mirrors. He laughed to himself. How the fashions had changed over the years! But like his fellow Ancients, he dressed in clothes, which were the style in his time. He found the clothes he wore far easier to move in, rather than then flowing and layered clothing of the time he was in. It also allowed him to be ready for action, whenever he had to be.
Wearing traditional muggle formal wear, with long black tailcoats, and a green tie. Harry turned around and grabbed his mask, putting it on. He was ready. Leaving the room, he made his way to the elevator. Holding his hand out, he pressed it to the call pad. Immediately a black floor appeared before him, hovering in place. He stepped on it, and the floor began its decent. When it reached the bottom, he stepped off it, and began to walk towards the main doors, exiting the building.
"Have a good night, sir." Said the doorman, as he opened the door, while Harry nodded his head, ignoring the slight fear he saw in the eyes of the human. You got used to it after a while.
He stepped out walking down the steps into the waiting limousine. People on the pavement stopped as they turned to get a look at who had just stepped into the expensive car, with the Vampire Council flags on the front. The limousine rose up into the air, before zooming through the city: Los Angeles. Harry was heading to a charity ball – to raise money for all of those suffering from diseases and the likes. Although many things had evolved, technology and magic included, as did viruses and disease. These diseases began to affect both magical and non-magical things, creating equality between the two kinds. Eventually the limo came to a stop.
"Sir, we have arrived." Stated the driver, a vampire himself, as he stared at the Ancient through the mirror.
"So, I noticed." Murmured Harry, grabbing hold of his cane, and tapping the door. It was opened immediately. He stepped out onto the red carpet, as flashes from cameras and the sound of the crowd pounded his senses. He glanced up and down the carpet, noticing several rich humans, celebrities and politically powerful people. A few werewolves, the Werewolf Triad, extremely powerful werewolves, and almost two hundred years old. Various vela, some as the leaders of their kind, others as escorts to others. Goblins too – representatives of the World Bank. Various other vampires were on the red carpet, charismatic ones who didn't hold much magical or physical power, but relied on others to do their work for them. Politicians at heart. Something no Ancient was. He reasoned that his fellow Ancients who had bothered to show up, would be inside.
The flags on the limo notified the crowd that it was a Vampire Ancient stepping out of the car, making them very apprehensive. They were the oldest creatures on the planet, aside from the mythical High Elves, who hadn't been heard from for a millennia. Harry searched for a familiar face, spotting a fellow vampire, whom was talking to the reporters. This vampire was very familiar to Harry. It was Erin. The oldest out of all of his children. He walked towards her, with a cat like grace. She was wearing a pure white dress, with a slight trail. He bent down behind her, and whispered.
"Boo!"
She whirled around, before smiling beneath her mask.
"Father!" she murmured, her pale eyes brightening. She casually flicked a piece of her mahogany hair over her shoulder. Harry kissed both of his daughter's cheeks, while spectators looked on, unsure with themselves. A man, dressed in a very peculiar out fit was greeting a woman who looked the same age, who was apparently his daughter.
"Lord Ancient." Said one of the reporters bravely, who had obviously seen him getting out of the car.
"Yes?" asked Harry, as he linked arms with his daughter, who giggled.
"Do you think that this charity ball tonight will help those suffering?" asked the reporter, a hovering electronic notebook next to him, ready to record whatever Harry said. Muggle version of the Quick-Quotes Quill.
"I think that it shall help. However, what muggles and wizards don't seem to realise is that diseases, things that make people suffer, shall always be here. There is nothing that can be done to stop them. It is a matter of balance. Within my time on this Earth, I have seen people try and fate this balance; they all failed." The way in which he casually referred to himself as being neither wizard or muggle, and being very old unnerved the reporters.
"Another question, Sir." Called another reporter.
"Yes?"
"What are your views on the vampire uprising, the rebel groups who wish to undermine the relation between our races? Also is it true that their leader is the birth childe of a vampire Ancient?"
"This matter is being dealt with as I speak. The Vampire Council doesn't stand for those who refuse to follow line. Those who are arrogant, and believe they are better than others. We have our own problems, like every other race. The rumour that the leader is a birth childe of one of us has been neither confirmed, or denied. Therefore I cannot answer that for you. Good day, gentlemen." Said Harry, smoothly, before him and Erin walked away.
"But you could have confirmed that." Murmured Erin, a smile on her face, as she spoke to her father without looking at him.
"Yes. I could have. But I shall not. To do so, would be as though I am giving the younglings permission to flock to him. I am not that naïve to believe that your siblings are not debating whether or not to join him." Said Harry, as they made their way into the grand ballroom.
"I have tried to stop them, get them off the path Father. But it seems that they cannot be swayed by my thoughts alone. They second they find out that Madara is one of us, they shall join him. Brothers in arms. I believe that only your word can change their thoughts. Even now, they are believing in some of his ideals. That we shouldn't be feared, or quietly scorned because of what we are." Stated Erin, as the two of them moved out of the way, to allow another couple to walk down the stairs.
"Yes. But Madara's ideals are not what he says they are. He will use everything in his power to create himself an army. One, which will be unstoppable. I am unsure as to why though. He seems to have an obsession with demons, and his twin sister, Matsumi. But I am unsure as to how these two are linked."
"Demons cannot enter this world from the next." Said Erin, matter of factly. Harry smiled. Hermione reborn. "But, I do believe that there have been several recorded incidents where demons, are created from humans. Torn up, insane humans. Whose experiments mixed together with their animagus form causes them to change into something rather demonic. Father, what is wrong?"
"Matsami's Animagus Form was a fox. Though she never knew it, I could see it within her." stated Harry.
"So?" questioned Erin.
"Ever heard of the legend of a creature called the nine tailed fox?" asked Harry.
"Sure. Years ago the Far East, a land called Japan used to be there, which has since been brought beneath the seas. Apparently, there was a myth of a nine-tailed beast, which used to roam the lands, and the story differs between the fox being kind, and helping its folk, and of it being evil. Killing all of those who stood in its way. I do not see the relevance…"
"The Kyuubi no Kitsune, is a story I spoke of to Matsumi. The Hidden Counties are a set of countries, which are within the Pacific, and are hidden under heavy illusion, not affected by the outside world. But they all speak Japanese. So I taught her some Japanese myths and legends. I think, that Matsumi was aware of what I was saying. I think, or I fear, that Matsumi woke up, after I 'died.'"
"And what, became a demon fox? Wait. You said that they were after something called the Kyuubi, no. She became a Kyuubi No Kitsune? She became a nine-tailed fox? That's pretty advanced magic in itself. Very advanced. I would have problems doing that, as would several of the Ancients I know of." She gave her father a pointed look. "All except one."
"Madara received the vampire side of me, Matsumi the magical side. Madara has no true humanity, or magic in him to balance it out, causing him to be very destructive. Added to his chakra abilities, he is an extremely strong hybrid, can give any of the older vampires a run for their money. We, the Ancients, can beat him, only because all of us was a wizard or witch before we died."
"Whereas Matsumi, by making this transformation, is like a conduit for magic and chakra now. She won't have the true bloodthirsty nature that all vampires have. But if she is insane, she won't be able to stop herself." Erin sighed. "Couldn't you have gone to a family councillor like everyone else?"
Harry chuckled, before he brought his daughter onto the dance floor, whisking her around it like an expert. He saw Rame and Isis dancing in the corner, while Lexiel was talking to some werewolves and vela, causing them all to laugh with her infectious personality.
He recognized many other different faces, but none of the humans. Whose lives passed on quicker, and he didn't have the time to meet and greet them all, as they would die soon. At least by his standards.
"Ladies and gentlemen." Came the voice of the President of the UNW The UNW was the United Nations of the West, who had all banded under one country, and one name. UNW. "I welcome you all here tonight, from all across the world. Our various different races that live on this planet, are all united here tonight, as one. In order to raise money for those less fortunate from ourselves. Those who are suffering from diseases such as MIV."
MIV was a virus, which anyone could get. What it did, once you got it. Was remove any magic from your system, and stop you from being treated from magic. Then, it began to shut your body off, slowly. Shutting off things like digestive system, and the nervous system.
"In order to raise as much money as possible, we have decided to have an auction. Lets start the bidding at One Million Galleons?" said the President, who was then joined by an professional auctioneer, who gestured to a diamond necklace. True diamonds, with true gold were a rare find in these times.
Several of the men who had Veela escorts raised their hands, as well as many others. Harry rolled his eyes, but Erin was watching him with a grin on her face, her eyes staring at him in a childish manner. A rolled his eyes. Looks like he would be buying her a necklace, never mind the fact that he had so many better ones, of better worth, in the Potter Estate. He raised his hand, making sure that everyone knew that he really didn't want to do this.
"Two Million ."
Some hands went down.
"Five Million."
More hands went down, leaving about six left. People were looking around wondering how much money these people had, to spend in such a way.
"I hope your not planning on charging this to the council." Stated Lexiel form behind him, already knowing that Harry had won. Having the already large inheritance his parents gave him, thousands of years ago, which then got thousands of years of interest, basically meant that he never had to worry about money.
"Of course not. You know that. Though, I see this as being pointless. I have far better necklaces in my possession, than the tacky one you are wanted." Said Harry, shooting a look towards Erin, who shushed him. Only two people were left, and the price was about Twenty Million.
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"Twenty Five Million." Said the auctioneer, peering at the two, recognizing one to be a prominent businessman, one of the richest men in the world, who's slightly over weight wife was full of flashy jewellery. The other person was a man he had never seen before, dressed in a strange, almost fancy dress like outfit. He rolled his eyes. Obviously a joker with far too much money.
"Thirty Million."
The man with his wife quickly put his hand down, leaving the weirdly dressed man in the corner to win the necklace, which would cost him Thirty Million Galleons. $200 Million/£150 Million.
"Sir, could you please come to the front?" asked the auctioneer, watching as the man and the woman on his arm came to the front. Most of the humans in the crowd, both muggle and wizard, were watching the man approach, thinking that he as some eccentric person. Even though he only looked to be in his twenties, as did the woman next to him. The man walked onto the stage, and the auctioneer noticed that many of the non-human beings in the room, especially those who were older. A chill went down his spine. The person who won, couldn't be that old. To the knowledge of the world, the vampires were not that rich. Well, in comparison to some people anyway.
"You are?" asked the auctioneer.
"I could ask you the same question." Replied the man before him, causing the woman next to him to laugh slightly. The auctioneer was somewhat taken aback, not expecting that kind of reply.
"His name is Harry Potter. By he also goes under the guise of Uchiha Haru." Came a voice. Harry's eyes flicked around the room, before focusing on where the voice came from.
"Madara." His hissed, causing Erin's head to flick towards the area where the voice came from, so quickly that it caused some humans to shudder. Erin's blue eyes were glowing silver, showing that her vampire side was active.
Present
Naruto, Neji and Sasuke headed out the very next day, moving as quickly as possible. They retraced their steps, back to the spot where all of this had begun. The Uchiha Graveyard. There were answers, which needed to be found. Once they arrived they went immediately to the grave of Uchiha Haru, with Neji activating his Byakugan.
"What do you see?" asked Naruto, as the trio stood around the grave.
"Nothing." Said Neji. "The ruins of what looks like an empty box, with a hole in the top of someone forcing their way out of it." This was both uplifting, and disheartening. If he wasn't here, then where was he?
The trio made their way back to the village, seeing everyone running about, as various foreign ninja walking around, getting set up in different homes, and practising in the training field.
"They can tell that the bijuu are almost upon us." Muttered Neji, his eyes flitting about the village, as they made there way towards the tower. "If worst came to worst, we are the first, and last line of defence. We shall be leading all of these people to their deaths." Both Naruto and Sasuke remained silent, but the sense of sadness was lingering with them both, as they both agreed with him.
The day passed quickly, with the ninja preparing to fight. The suggestion of evacuating the civilians was raised, but it was quickly shot down. No mater where they ran to, they would still be found. So it was no point in them leaving the area. Everyone noticed the change of the once lively village. The streets were empty, and everyone tried to spend as much time as possible together, within their homes. Those outside were the ninja, practising, wanting to be ready to fight when the time came.
It was dawn the next day, with dogs began to howl, as though sensing something. Young children hid behind their mothers, putting everyone on alert. They had arrived. The Bijuu hadn't been released from their confinement, but the approaching army was enough to make those standing on the walls of Konoha, shiver. A mass of black-cloaked individuals walked towards Konoha, making there way through the trees. Within this group were several people who wore Akatsuki cloaks.
The sight of these cloaks, as well as those within the army, caused those who knew of their abilities to be afraid for their lives.
"Kami help us." Murmured Iruka, as all of the ninja watched the oncoming army in fear. They would need it too.
Hundreds of Years Ago…
Harry and Erin immediately ducked down, as did various other non-human's in the room. Some other followed, but it was too late. All of those who had been stood up had been brought down by a magical shockwave, caused by the magic enhancers all of the vampires wore.
The two ducked down behind the podium, as Erin ripped her dress, allowing her movement, so that she could fight back. While Harry brought out a sword, which had been hidden in his cane. He held his hand up, and sent a ball of flames towards the vampires. He noticed that some of them were extremely pale, and he smirked.
"Lumos Solem." He hissed, using an old spell, from his time, which had lost its use over the years. A bright ball of slight appeared within his palm, its light similar to that of the sun. Immediately, all vampires who were younger than two hundred, screamed in pain, and were set on fire. Madara's number went down by fifteen.
"Keep and eye on what happens. With the werewolves here, and the Veela, we should be alright. The Goblins should be able to put up a fight as well, they are all warriors at heart. Just do not let any human join in, they shall only get in the way." Hissed Harry, before disappearing within the shadows. He noted Rame, Isis and Lexiel fighting with ease, with vampires a mere tenth the age of themselves. Harry's eyes began to glow green, and his skin paled, as he took on the darker aspect of his personality, the predator and the animal. The one, which commanded respect and fear from his peers. He spotted Madara, whose eyes was the spinning red of the Sharingan. He was also watching Harry, having spotted his father. He lifted his own blade up challenging the other to a fight. Harry accepted.
The two flew at one another, moving on a far higher level than the fights around them. Madara dodged the attack his father launched, feeling his blade bend slightly under the pressure his enemy was using. He jumped back, Madara eyeing his father, a feeling of uncertainty on his features.
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Madara felt a cold feeling grace his stomach. The stories he had heard of the mysterious Ancients had worried him immensely. When he had first arrived in the place beyond the sea, he had kept to himself, not voicing how new his surroundings were. His remaining time within the Hidden Countries had revealed several things to him. Ever since the time when his father first made Madara fears him, even the slightest, he hadn't aged a day. He looked age twenty-two, and he had a feeling that he would remain like that forever.
He had felt a incessant urge for something, it was only after some time that he realised what it was. It was the urge to kill, the urge to draw blood. After travelling to the outside world, he was jumped on by a group of things. These were vampires, as he discovered later. They wanted to know, why he smelt like a vampire, a very powerful vampire, but also of a human. At the time he didn't know, but these vampires helped him, and when they realised that this man was more powerful than them, they listened to him. He became their leader. His awoken vampire abilities, mixed with his chakra ones, made him supreme to any opponent, except the older vampires, at least that was what his friends told him.
He began to do research into the vampires, and using a sample of his blood, he searched for any vampire whose blood he shared, who was his family. All Vampire blood is on the record, as it aids in unity and other such things. He found two records, both of which would be the head of his clan. The first was a female vampire by the name of Alessandra Diade. She had died almost four thousand years before, and had sired many children. But over the years, most of them were killed. Except for one. Harry Potter, who was one of the Ancients. There was a picture too, a picture of his father. To say he was shocked was an understatement. His father was a powerful vampire, who had spent the last however many years in a peaceful environment, surrounded by family. He told his friends, who in turn let the information spread.
The fact that Harry Potter was meant to have been a Wizard before he was turned, and he knew that he, Madara, didn't have any magic in him. But, he reasoned, that he thought his sister did. This was further highlighted by the rumours of a demon fox which had appeared out of now where, one whose scent he recognised. He wanted his sister, and her powers. Then he would attain what he had always wanted: true immortality. To always be remembered. To leave his mark on the world, to shape it to his own views, then leave it to watch it destroy, and save itself, continuously. That, in his mind, was what he had to do to leave a mark. To do this he needed followers. To gain their respect, he had to do the one thing, which no other vampire dared to do. He had to kill an Ancient. He had to kill his father.
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"You think that it is your rite to cause havoc and ruin peoples lives? You think you can decide for yourself how people should live their lives?" stated Harry, calmly. His blade held in his hand, in a relaxed grip.
"Politicians. You are all the same. Cause that is what you are. Harry Potter. Keeping secrets, aren't you, father?" spat Madara, glaring at the man across from him. He had spent so much time hating this man, resenting him for being worthless. Only to have the image of the man across from him shattered, and he someone attributed that as to being his fault.
"Perhaps. But lets decide that, shall we?" Harry blurred slightly, knowing that Madara's sharingan would catch the movement anyway, but hoping his body would be slower to react. It was, but only slightly. Harry didn't use magic that was something he refused to do. The last time he had truly used magic at its fullest, had been thousands of years ago, with Voldemort. Since then, he had relied on his mind and body. Magic was just a way of getting lazy, just as the sharingan was. The magic, which he had done earlier, were mere parlour tricks in comparison to what, he was truly capable of, but he didn't like showing that fact.
Madara began to shoot chakra towards him, using separate jutsus. All of which done over a widespread area, done to catch him. By this point, most of the vampires had been taken out, and the two had taken their fight outside, where they had the ability to move quicker, and over a larger distance. Harry knew that the two of them were pretty even, unless he started to use magic.
'Harry. Let him win. Let him get you. You cannot win like this, but you can at a later time.' Came the voice of Isis through his head, the older Ancient who had a talent in the Sight.
Harry gritted his teeth, getting the feeling that he wouldn't enjoy this. At all. He purposely mis-dodged, in a way, which left him open to another attack. He just hoped that Isis could be trusted, as he felt the blade enter him, and cut from his shoulder, down to almost his waist all the way through, missing his heart. Already, Harry was already feeling light headed. The only way in which he would survive this would be if he had blood immediately.
"Seems as though the Ancients are not as strong as they are meant to be." Murmured Madara. "The Ancients were meant to have power similar to the mythical Boy-Who-Lived, but you are all nothing. When I have power, and I will get it. I will go down in history, just like he did. Except I will fix the world. Thank you father, you have just given me what I needed. Say hello to mother for me, while I shall go and meet up with Matsumi."
Madara vanished, and Harry's senses began to dull, he could hear frightened voices around him, all uncertain of what too do. There was a coopery tasting liquid being put into his mouth: blood. He immediately gulped it down, feeling his fangs elongate, and digging into whatever was being offered to him, as he drank it hungrily. He continued drinking, as no one stopped him, feeling his energy returning. He reopened his eyes, seeing Erin's almost lifeless ones staring at him.
"Father." She said, her voice weak, and Harry immediately felt cold, as his eyes widened. Erin had given him her own blood, in order for him to survive. She wouldn't, as there wasn't enough blood in her system to sustain her, nor enough time for blood to be gotten. She was too far-gone.
"Erin. No.." whispered Harry, a feeling of wetness sliding down his cheek, and he distantly realised it was a tear. He hadn't shed one for a millennia.
"I will be alright. You just stop Madara ok? You are worth more than me." Whispered Erin. "At least I will get to meet my idol." She said, smiling.
Harry let out a small smile, cradling Erin into his chest, ignoring the fact that others were watching. He bent down into her ear, and whispered.
"You always have met your idol. I am the Boy-Who-Lived."
Erin's eyes widened, as she stared at her father, while she began to laugh bitterly.
"I should have known." She murmured, before turning limp, and Harry closed her eyes, before kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"Sayanara, dear childe."
His eyes suddenly turned cold, as he stared at Isis, who's met his stare just as easily.
"Why?"
"To him you are dead. To him you will always be dead. He will no expect you to be alive." Said Isis. "We all know, us elders of the council, of who you really are. Prove it to us. Bring the image of the Boy-Who-Lived back. The image of a true hero, who doesn't want to be one. That is what you are, even now? Stop him, Harry, before he becomes unstoppable." Stated Isis. "This was the only way. I am sorry."
Harry nodded his head mutely, before standing up.
Present
Konoha remained eerily quiet as Naruto walked towards the Hokage's Office, ignoring the muttering and murmuring he could hear from Matsumi, her insanity becoming more and more apparent.
"Heart of one replaced by the heart of another…so ones soul is captured by evil. With life and death, we all flicker away. Time stands still, a blur of movement.."
Naruto had learnt to tune out the sounds of the fox, but it still annoyed him, and gave him a constant headache. His eyes flickered about, seeing very few ninja on guard duty. He sighed. So few ninja, most having left their posts in favour of being with their families. One last time. Naruto's thoughts suddenly turned to that of Hinata, as he entered the office. Other ninja were around the room, such as the Konoha Twelve, but the item of his thoughts wasn't there. Which was odd, Hinata was normally one of the first ones to be anywhere. A cold feeling settled in his stomach.
"Where's Hinata?" asked Naruto, suddenly, his eyes flickering around the room, Matsumi's voice now louder than anything.
"So ones soul is captured by evil…""She went back to the mansion, why?" asked Neji, as Naruto cursed himself, realising he should have listened to Matsumi's warnings. Naruto left the room, with Neji following him, it was only when they were across the rooftops, heading towards the Hyuuga Residence when a voice stopped them.
"Naruto!" called Shizune.
"What?" said Naruto, looking at the other woman, who had caught up with them. In the distance he could see the other ninja who were in the office, making their way home. Something was wrong.
"They sent out a spokesperson. They said they want the jinchuuriki to surrender himself."
"Or they will destroy the village?"
"No." stated Shizune, her voice wavering slightly. "Or Hyuuga Hinata shall be brutally murdered."
The bottom of Naruto's stomach dropped out. He staggered back, but Neji caught him.
"Nani?" whispered Neji, as shocked as Naruto. "How did they get Hinata-sama?"
"Easily." Came Sasuke's calm voice from behind. "I think we should talk of matters such as these more privately. Civilians are already scared. The army just beyond the walls is making them fear for their lives. Especially because of the stories the Suna-nin and civilians are spreading."
The four shinobi travelled to the Hokage's Office. Both Naruto and Neji sat down on the proffered seats. They were the two closest to the Head of the Hyuuga.
"We have a choice." Said Tsunade calmly.
"Either, we leave Hinata to them, and she and use are killed. Or, we hand you over, our best defence against them, maybe get Hinata back, then all of us are still killed."
"Surely there is another…" said Shizune.
"No." said Tsunade. "There isn't. Our best defence lies within Naruto."
"So your saying we should leave Hinata." Growled Neji, while Naruto nodded, agreeing with his friend. His anger evident.
"No. But we do not seem to have any choice. Hinata is a ninja. A very good ninja. She knew that one day she would die."
"But that isn't good enough." Yelled Naruto, hitting his fist onto he table.
"We can't do anything about the situation. Right now, there is six of the worlds most powerful shinobi, one of whom is immortal. With them are six demons, and a host of beings, which are superior to us ninja. What do we have in defence of that?" asked Tsunade.
"Nothing." Murmured Naruto, solemnly, shocking the occupants besides Sasuke with his attitude.
"Except the Kyuubi."
"Except the Kyuubi." Repeated Naruto, his eyes empty as they stared out of the window.
"How long were we given?" asked Naruto.
"Until sunset." Replied Tsunade.
Naruto nodded his head before vanishing.
"We need a miracle." Said Sasuke.
Uchiha Haru was cutting a piece of wood, intending on turning it into a flute, when he heard the shop door open. He came to the front room, seeing a familiar blond haired ninja there.
"Can I help you?" said Haru, seeing a slight flash of recognition in his eyes, before it was away.
"I was wondering if you had a cello?" asked Naruto.
"I do. Are you interested in buying one?" replied Haru, motioning Naruto to follow him. "Made from the best wood I could find, thought it is odd for a ninja to want to learn to play."
"I'm not." Said Naruto. "You can play, correct?"
"Naturally. I can play all the instruments I sell."
"Can you play me something." Said Naruto.
Haru nodded his head, checked the strings of the cello in front of him, and began to play a familiar haunting melody. He could play it with his eyes closed, backwards, forwards, everything. When he stopped, he looked up into Naruto's calmer face.
"Some say that music helps the troubled mind. I hope I helped you stranger."
"Uzumaki Naruto." Said Naruto, suddenly.
"Chiba Haru." Replied Haru, smiling slightly. The lies he had been living were something he had become used to over the years.
"Arigato Chiba-san."
With that, the ninja left.
"No problem, Matsumi-chan." Replied Haru, grinning. The time was nearly upon them.
The streets were empty as everyone cowered in their homes. Haru was lay on his bed, listening to what was going on in the Hokage's office, the silence of the streets allowing him to be able to hear the conversation.
"Naruto still hasn't been found." Murmured Sakura, worried.
"It's nearly sunset." Announced Shikamaru.
"If Naruto tried to sacrifice himself, could we stop him?" said Ino.
"Naruto wouldn't."
"He would." Cut Sasuke. "He is the self-sacrificing type. We all know it. He hasn't changed as much as he pretends to have."
"Hokage-sama. Uzumaki-san has left the village…"
"Good luck, Naruto." Whispered Tsunade, as everyone went to the walls, to watch the proceedings.
Naruto ran out of the gates, until he got halfway between the encampment and the gates.
"Nearly sunset. You want me to be killed by your nosferatu." Whispered Naruto, he watched as a group of people walked up to him. All of his muscles tensed, in anticipation. Three of those walking towards him wore Akatsuki cloaks, while all of the others were clothed entirely in black. With them was the unconscious form of Hinata.
"Uzumaki Naruto." Called a voice. "Strongest of all jinchuuriki also the hardest to capture. You have eluded Itachi-kun for some time." The voice was coming from one of the Akatsuki cloaked people, whose eyes were only visible. The figure to the strangers left was that of Uchiha Itachi, who was watching Naruto like a predator and their prey. Both of them have swirling red eyes, but the stranger's was different. Far different that both Sasuke and Itachi.
"Uchiha Madara." Stated Naruto, causing hisses from the vampires. Madara clapped his hands.
"Well done." Revealing dark hair, pale skin, and sharp features, all of which had been passed through the clan over the year. "I see that Matsumi is more coherent than I thought. In order for her to have become a demon in the first place, she must have been very much insane. I haven't seen her for a millennia."
"I doubt she would want to see you."
"She won't have a choice." Snapped Madara, he gestured to a vampire, who dumped Hinata onto the floor. "As promised, one Hyuuga leader."
"Hinata." Murmured Naruto, bending down to pick her up, but a hand hit his chest, sending him flying back, landing unceremoniously onto the floor.
"No. She can stay here." stated Madara, causing the sharingan in his eyes to spin, morphing into something completely different. Naruto felt a pressure in his head, the pressure suddenly became too much, causing him to collapse to the floor. Whatever was in his head, was the most powerful thing he had ever felt. When he opened his eyes, he was in the sewers of his mind, and he wasn't alone.
"I can sense her, come along Naruto." Madara grabbed hold of Naruto, and dragged him along the sewer, with relative ease. "Matsumi-chan!" called Madara, insanely. They appeared before a cage, where the Kyuubi stood, a feral look appearing on its face at the sight of Madara. It hissed at the Uchiha, before transforming into Matsumi, who had a furious look on her face.
"Brother." She said. "Why are you here? Leave Naruto out of this."
"Why should I? What are you going to do to me from in there?" replied Madara, with a victorious smirk, as he gazed at Matsumi, who was caged.
Matsumi pushed her hand forwards, and Madara seemed to fly out of the room, out of Naruto's mind. When Naruto opened his eyes, he saw a figure standing protectively in front of him. A ghostly, translucent figure, which back was to him. The figure of Uchiha Matsumi.
Yeh. This is chapter three, I hope you all enjoyed it.
Also, the bit about the Boy-Who-Lived thing. I think that after thousands of years, the name Harry James Potter and the Boy-Who-Lived would lose their link. The name 'Boy-Who-Lived', would live on, becoming a legend. A legend of a powerful wizard who vanished one day, and the link between this image, and that of the Vamprie Ancient Harry Potter is not made, as no one knows there is such a link. The only ones who know of the two being the same, would be members of the Ancients – as they are the only ones old enough to remember. This, however, will come to play later.
Hehehe…I liked the ending. That I had in my head for a while. XD But yeh – I have made a yahoo group. Go on my profile, and click on the homepage. It is pretty empty at the moment, but I have spent the past few days organising HTML files and the likes, and they should all be going up soon. So please join – it makes me feel wanted.
Review Please. Reviews are what makes the world go round. I think I might go back to revision now.
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