A/N: Chapter five! Shocking. I think, we may be half way through, or almost halfway. I haven't really planned this story that much, (hence the longness between updates) Thus, I am not sure how long it is going to be. I imagine about 10-12 chapters, maybe less. Who knows? So enjoy this chapter. & Please review.

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Summary: The story of the Boy-Who-Lived is interchangeable. But meet Uchiha Haru or Harry Potter, a man of many faces and identities. Watch as darkness spreads through the shinobi countries, and man realizes that the world needs to be saved once more. HPNaru

Uchiha Haru

Chapter V: Hope Will Set You Free

By The Morrigu

'Fear Will Hold You Prisoner
And Hope Will Set You Free.'
- The Shawshank Redemption

'War is, in its simplest form the product of two factors with opposing ideals fighting against one another to come out the victor. Those who involve themselves in war are usually weak minded individuals, easily influenced by another's view. Politicians are generally those who start wars. They can come in two forms, those who create wars with their words, every syllable uttered from their lips coated in charm for their own needs. Or they are the sorts who care more for their own soul, than for those of others. They would save their own skin, rather than others. Not someone suited for a position of power.

Throughout all of my experience, I have seen this happen generation after generation. Sure, the characteristics change from person to person, but generally they all hold the same foundations. You would expect that after so long of this repetitive action, with wars beginning and the root of the problem being outlined, that war itself would never occur.

I am old. My kin are old, and we have seen wars numbering in the thousands, and although we are a superior race of sorts, what makes us so different to the mortals if we haven't done anything to fix their sins? We claim to be their better in every possible area, but I find myself disagreeing with this notion. If this were so, the pride, which is abundant in my kind, would not be so. We are prideful beings, gotten with the age that we have lived. So the real question I am asking is, what makes us that much better than the mortals? They who can see the root to their problem, but cannot stop it because another generation takes their place. Or us, who sees the problems in many different races, doesn't see fit to aid them, and are blind to the problems so prevalent within our own kind.

My fellow Ancients claimed that I was nothing like them. I was more down to earth, more common. None said it to my face, they wouldn't have dared. I am somewhat of an enigma among my own people, and not one of them would dare cross me. My power, my abilities are something, which wrought fear and envy among all of those who knew of it. My bloodline is different from every other, and all of those who carry my blood running through their veins will forever be marked with destiny. Whether they be naturally of my lineage, or turned. They are all unique, and will be above average.

But I fear for them, the time in which we live in now, where those of my kind, the vampires, are the superior species, is coming to an end. I have long predicted this happening. Our pride would be our downfall. But until this can happen, our race shall have to pay penance for all of the grief it has allowed to happen to everyone else. I fear that this penance shall cost me something dear, and might happen much sooner than I anticipate.

Pandora is an innocent young woman, the representation of naivety. All of the darkness in the world shall have to be let out of the box, and we shall have to deal with it. One at a time. Then, maybe, true good shall reign free without the oppression that superiority causes. In the end, hope is all that we have left to use. True hope is what can combat this darkness. It is this that those considered inferior to my kind have in greater abundance. The ability to hope for the future, rather than have a jaded outlook on life. It is this view that shall be required for the future.

Of this I am certain.'

- Extract From the 'Writings of Harry Potter: The Humane Vampire Ancient' Published: 7897 AD

I have lived for such a long time that I find it hard to believe that all of these things I have seen count for nothing in these days. The hands of power are moving; they had been with the wizards for such a long time, and then with us, the Vampires. I am so old, and yet I find it hard to believe this. I mean, what could possible top us on the food chain? We are a species above all else; nothing can stand next to us. At least, that is what we all believed. But now I can see, plain as day that our time is ending. We have spent such a long time being at the top, that we have failed to see what is before our eyes.

There is no strength in our age, experience, darkness, and purity, anything that anyone could think of. Nothing. We are jaded creatures, fighting for survival, our strength comes from those we fight, the more we bring down, the more powerful we become. Their blood aids our power. But these humans are something else. The humans who are sacrificing themselves to protect their own. I have kept my opinions to myself, but the only other person I have ever known of this calibre was my comrade, my elder by few hundred years. I think that he is but the only thing, which tops these individuals on the food chain. This is what sets him apart from other of our kind. No matter his age, or power, he has always kept the values he obtained as a mortal. This, I believe, is what makes him truly an entity to be feared. Feared he shall be. I can feel it in the air.

The other mortals cannot, they are going into this battle as though it will be the last one of their lives, but I know different. This will be the first of many battles, battles to right the wrongs that we allowed to happen. I hope that we can fix it all within the time limit gifted to us.

There it is again. Hope. Harry spoke of it often, and it amused me greatly, but after spending such minimal time around them, I can see the truth in it myself. They know they are going to die, but they hope that they shall not. It is this hope, which is powering their movements, making them go that bit faster to reach our destination.

But this alone cannot win a battle.

I hope that Harry comes in time.

For even I in all of my power fear for my life.

The camp was quiet, as evening has come upon them. They wanted to strike a first dawn, so they took the time to gather their strength. For such a covert mission of sorts, plenty of ninja had volunteered for it. Naruto's eyes flicked around the clearing, as everyone was sat around the fire in silence. To his left, Sasuke sat with a cup of some sort in his hand, his eyes focused on the fire. A small smile appeared on Naruto's lips, ever the pyromaniac. Leaning against him was Sakura her eyes closed. She appeared to be asleep, but Naruto knew different. She was in a meditative trance of sorts, to increase her chakra levels. Kakashi and Yamato were sat up in the trees, Kakashi reading his book, not being one to change his habits even in such situations, and Yamato was dozing, most likely enjoying the trees. Using such jutsu probably gave him a whole new appreciation for the environment. Neji, Shino and Kiba were on the ground, Kiba lay down staring up at the stars, and Shino was leaning against the tree. Naruto wasn't too sure if he was asleep or not. Neji had his eyes closed; his legs crossed and appeared to be calm, and focusing himself. The team was originally meant to be eight, but Gaara and Temari demanded to go with them. To get retribution for both they're brother's death, and the destruction of their village. Tsunade had grudgingly let them go, mainly because Sakura was travelling with them.

Naruto sighed to himself. This could be their last night together, and they were all quiet, and contemplating what could happen the next day. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement within the trees, and his muscles tensed of their own accord. His mind registered what it was, and he saw a pair of eyes stare at him from the darkness, glowing slightly as night had set in. He nodded his head slightly, and Lexiel walked into the clearing, the light touching her face and causing her to revert back to her normal appearance. The blood red lips, glowing eyes, elongated teeth and general presence of a predator disappeared, but it was still there somewhat. She walked over in his general direction, before she crouched down next to him. She put her hands out towards the fire, her pale blue eyes lighting up with the flames reflected in them. A small smile appeared on her face.

"It is strange being warmed by such an easy thing to make." She whispered, tilting her head to the side, as she watched the flames dancing in front of her.

"You make it seem as though you are never warm." Replied Naruto, his eyes watching the flames too. He noticed that many of the others had snapped out of their doze when the Ancient had approached them, and were also watching the flames as well.

"I am never. None of us are. Penance for what we are I guess. We can live forever, not have any care in the world. But the warmth a human body offers us will never reside within our bodies ever again. There are ways and means to go about recreating this warmth, but most of the elder ones of our kind prefer not to. It is a reminder that our continued survival is caused by us removing the life force of the mortals."

"So you kill them? To survive?" asked Sasuke from Naruto's other side, his voice low. Naruto frowned slightly. Throughout all of these events, he hadn't really though about how this affected his best friend. He was one of these beings, maybe not fully like them, but what was in their blood was also in his blood on some level. It was probably why he was quieter than usual.

"No." said Lexiel quickly, shaking her head lightly. "That is the difference between us and the others. It seems to me as though Jiraiya-san has come across the worst of our kind, and has labelled the rest of us to be just like them. We just need to have a mouthful or two, and the person will go unconscious. When they wake up, they shall feel fine, perhaps a bit tired, but nothing else. Some of our kind feed when they wish, having no care for the mortals, or their prey. The more blood you drink, the more often you drink it, causes the being to become an addict. Thus, the go onto Blood Lust, and go insane. Have no care in the world, and are quick to attack and kill. These are the ones that are with Madara, whereas those with me are the still sane. It will be intriguing so see who wins that battle." Her eyes flicked up to the sky, looking up at the stars she could see there. Trying to recognise the various constellations.

"Is that all this is to you, a sport. To see what would happen if the two ever battled. If we lose, we are dead." Hissed Sakura, her fists clenching at her sides, even as Sasuke laid a hand on her arm to calm her.

"No. You are wrong." Stated Lexiel almost airily. "If we lose, we are all dead. Everyone. Madara will not stop until all that remains is he. Then he shall realise that what he has wrought the world is worthless, as what is the point in trying to become a god when everyone you could possible rule over is dead? He doesn't understand what true power is, and sees it as being how many people he can kill with one move. It is a pathetic notion, one that shall ultimately be his downfall."

"How can you be so confident?" murmured Shino, the man looked towards the vampire, his glasses reflecting the light much like Lexiel's eye did.

"I have trust in what will happen around me. We shall not lose."

The camp remained silent, and this carried on right through the night. The next day would decide what the fate of them, and everyone else.

Blood. That is the first thing that could be noted from the battle field. The area, once lush and green, was now coated in red. Areas had been destroyed from various fighting, as the ninja fought the Akatsuki, while the vampires went against the rogue ninja, whom didn't pose as much of a threat as the remaining members of Akatsuki. The battle had begun two hours before, as dawn rose, stopping the younger vampires from coming out, leaving Madara with ninja as his army. This was the time when the army was at its weakest – the time when they had chosen to strike.

Sasuke and Naruto were both fighting Madara, while off to the side, Kakashi and Yamato went against Itachi and Kisame. These were battles of true ninja. Ninja who didn't look back to fallen comrades, to see there dead, glassy eyes staring up at them. They continued on, and on. Drawing up energy from their reserves, to keep going. Swallowing soldier pills, to keep their energy up. The consequences be damned, it was the present, which mattered. The survival of the populace.

Every so often, either Sasuke, or Naruto would look out onto the mass of the battles, spotting a sliver of pink among them, to make sure that their comrade was still there. That she was still alive, and fighting.

"I am your enemy." Hissed Madara, catching Sasuke's attention, while a shadow clone charged at him, a rasengan swirling in its hand. Immediately, Sasuke reactivated the Sharingan, before speeding off to meeting Madara as he dodged. Naruto and Sasuke had been at each other's throats for so many years, but on Sasuke's return to the village, they began to work together. They were now a near flawless team.

The sounds of techniques echoed around the battlefield, as well as fighters attempting to catch their breath, and the screams of the victims of various jutsu. Sasuke managed to land a hit on Madara, causing him to fly back onto the ground. Both Naruto and Sasuke prepared themselves, tensing their muscles, while Madara got up calmly, his breathing not laboured in the slightest.

"Impressive." He hissed, his eyes flicking out across the ground, to the other battles. "That you found us. No doubt due to that pathetic Ancient. A dying breed."

Naruto snarled, his eyes Kyuubi red.

"Go on, Naruto-kun." Purred Madara, his eyes spinning with the Mangekyou Sharingan. "Bring her out. Make it that much easier for me!"

Naruto took a calming breath, Sasuke's hand on his shoulder calmed him immensely.

"I guess I shall have to give you some incentive." Murmured Madara, before bringing out a stone eye from his pocket, and carelessly tossing it over his shoulder. "Kai."

The air became heavy, so much heavier than before. So much so, that Naruto felt like falling to his knees. Chakra became thick around them that it was as though they could taste it. A cold sweat broke out on Naruto's face, as he took a step back, mimicked by Sasuke. Behind Madara, rose a monstrosity, a demon. The darkness it gave out was evident, as well as the deep anguish that Naruto could feel.

"Fight against the Nekomata." Said Madara, a grin on his face.

The two-tailed Cat Demon was gigantic, wreathed in black flames. As its presence became more defined, the sky began to darken, and Naruto, with a cold jolt, realised why he had chosen this demon, and not the eight-tailed demon, which was more powerful. The Nibi no Nekomata could create the night, could create darkness. The kind of darkness the vampires thrived in.

"Kuso." Hissed Sasuke, who jumped back away from the Nibi, and Sasuke copied his action. The ninja grouped back together, as the missing-nin that Madara had gathered, what was left of them, disappeared. Only to be replaced with hooded figures that moved with unnatural grace, baring glowing eyes. Lexiel suddenly appeared next to Naruto, causing him to tense up.

"You need to leave now, we didn't account for the Nekomata's abilities." She hissed, her eyes wide, and glowing. The light, caused by Shino releasing some bugs, which appeared to glow with light, illuminated her face. Showing blood red lips, and extended fangs. Her body looked tensed and highly strung, like a cat ready to pounce.

"We have come too far." Stated Sakura, having a nasty cut on her cheek, and gash on her shoulder, but other than that didn't look too bad. "This needs to end here."

"Then be prepared to die." Hissed Lexiel, before pausing, and looking up at the Nekomata. "The chakra the demon gave off must have been felt all around the country."

"No one will come. They will be running off for safety." Pointed out Neji, his byakugan activated.

"Perhaps." Replied Lexiel, before looking pointedly at Naruto. "Do not let Matsumi out – this is all so he can get her. All of it. The powers that Matsumi has are something he can never have – the consequences will be dire."

With that, she vanished, leaving the ninja staring at the demon in fear, while the vampires ran to strike, only to be intercepted by the Imperials.

Suddenly, Madara's voice could be heard, issuing an order.

"Attack the Kyuubi Jinchuuriki. Leave no other alive."

Naruto's blood ran cold, as he stared at the others who had moved to protect him. He could protect himself, but against a demon, nothing would work. Demons didn't have a physical body, and the only thing which harmed them was demonic chakra, or chakra in its purest form. A tail swiped towards them, and the ninja scattered. Now it was like a game of hide and seek, while dodging the black flames, and vampires who got through the Imperials. The Akatsuki had disappeared, most likely observing them, waiting for the ideal time to strike. They had been outmanoeuvred, and were now on the run. But how long could they keep this up?

Haru had covered the distance between Konoha and the battlefield quickly, far quicker than anything else he knew of could have managed. He arrived in time to see the ninja dodging the strike of the demon, and seeing Lexiel and the Imperials fighting the rogue vampires, high on blood lust.

He didn't join the battle though; they didn't need him at the moment. Haru's green eyes glowed slightly, before he vanished. There was a reason why they had come all of this way, besides beating the Akatsuki. For the Hyuuga Head. But this was no doubt impossible, due to the current fighting. For his long dead wife, he would go and save the Hyuuga Head. It was his way of repaying his wife's family for their kindness. Haru reappeared at a cave entrance, abandoned no doubt in the rush for battle. He could smell the Hyuuga inside, alone.

The cave was damp and dark, but with the Hyuuga eyes, she could see all. Haru appeared before her, causing her to frown, but not shuffle backwards in alarm. She had most likely noted his presence earlier on. Her hands were bound in a painful manner, preventing her from directing chakra out of her finger tips to cut the rope, and her legs were bound as well. Haru reached for the ropes, and ripped them, allowing her freedom of movement. She leapt up, putting a hand against the wall to steady herself, while watching him cautiously.

"I mean you no harm." He said, sniffing the air slightly. She smelt, off. "You are pregnant."

She started, her lavender coloured eyes staring at him in shock.

"Nani…how did you..?" she murmured, before frowning. "You are a nosferatu."

"I am." He said.

"You are helping me." She continued. "You are Uchiha Haru. The immortal."

He raised an eyebrow at her, before picking her up.

"I could say that I am shocked that you know who I am – no doubt Matsumi-chan has been telling my secrets. We have a battle to get to – do you think you are ready to fight?" murmured Haru, and Hinata nodded her head, and held onto Haru as he moved at inhuman speeds back to the battlefield, and left Hinata in the forest. "Join when you feel like you can."

"You?"

"I have a child that is deserving a much needed punishment."

The darkness was so apparent. Even as ANBU, whom were trained to fight with all of their senses, keeping up with the pace the demon set against them, it was nearly impossible. Naruto could hear the injuries his friends were put under, as the demonic chakra burnt them, as they protected him from attack. They were ninja, and they knew that running away from this was pointless. They would die.

But, as Naruto dodged blindly from another strike, a cold feeling in his stomach told him that he was going to die anyway. The sweat, blood, the smells of battle. Of death. Were so apparent. It was all consuming, so much so that nothing else could be sensed on the battlefield. The sounds of the vampires fighting in the distance, and the distant cries and shouts of the wounded, as well as the taunting coming from some of the Nuke-nin, and even some of the remaining Akatsuki drowned the sounds of the approaching demon out.

The only thing, which warned them of the next hit from the Nibi, was the change in the air. Even then it was too close, acting as more of a warning for them to prepare themselves, rather for them to escape. The fact remained that ninja were not in the same league as demons. Nor were Jinchuuriki really, of which Naruto was the last.

The only ninja who could say that he was in the same league as the demons was Namikaze Minato, the Yondaime Hokage, and even then he couldn't kill one. Though whether the fact that the Yondaime was unable to kill the Kyuubi was a blessing or curse was still to be decided. Was it all fated that Uchiha Matsumi would become the Kyuubi, and be put into him as a child. For the most powerful of the bijuu to be placed in the son of the one who sealed the demon into him. For the most powerful of the jinchuuriki to be the only one left. To be the only one who battled the bijuu. To be the one destined to defeat them. The sheer improbability of it all wasn't lost on him.

"Naruto!" shouted Temari somewhere nearby, and Naruto distantly noted that he wasn't paying attention. In the same thought, he realised that this was probably his downfall. He didn't have time to move, and the second the hit connected, the Kyuubi's chakra would react on reflex. Chakra, which Madara would latch onto, to draw the Kyuubi out. Naruto wasn't naïve, he knew how Madara intended to draw the Kyuubi out. It was why he allowed himself to be protected by his friend, but it seemed that he couldn't even do that properly.

Here was the end. Naruto closed his eyes against the darkness, even as it made no different. Those who had surrounded him had gone, dodged the blow, assuming that Naruto would copy them. They were all shouting at him, telling him to move. To do something. But in the end, it didn't matter. Naruto, his eyes still clenched shut, noticed that something was different. Something had changed. Everything was silent.

He opened his eyes, and saw the darkness was still there. The darkness the Nekomata had caused. He could tell that he was still there, in the battle. But it was all quiet, and there was no movement. Everything was still. It was as though all of his senses were gone, and this, and this alone, scared him. What had the power to do such a thing?

"Uzumaki Naruto."

Naruto whirled around, realising that he could move. But as he moved, no noise came of it. All was silent.

"Did you do this?" questioned Naruto, looking out into the darkness, and seeing nothing.

"I did." The voice was silky. A baritone voice. The kind that echoed, the kinds that people were drawn to inexplicably. As Naruto concentrated on this voice, as it rung out across the darkness, a strange feeling of déjà vu overcame him. Where had he heard this voice before? "You have a choice before you, Uzumaki Naruto."

"A choice?" murmured Naruto, letting out a bitter laugh. "I have never had a choice."

"But in this case you do. You can either give in, let Madara have the Kyuubi. Let all of this fighting be for naught. Or, you can fight. Fight to survive, but ultimately lose, and have your name carved on the memorial stone."

"I choose neither." Announced Naruto loudly, standing straight, and confident. His energy appeared to be rekindled as he began to think like a ninja. Like the ninja he had always proclaimed himself to be. Like a Hokage would. "I choose to fight, win and survive."

"You have chosen correctly." Stated the voice, and if Naruto didn't know better, he thought it was smiling. "You path is set Uzumaki Naruto. From this point forwards, your hope shall be rewarded."

Naruto could see the faint mimic of Lexiel's earlier words the night before.

'Was it really the night before, it seemed so long ago…?'

The silence which had permeated the area was slowly disappearing, the sounds of noise coming back slowly, and Naruto jumped backwards, just in time to avoid the strike aiming for him. Whatever had just happened to him, he noticed that none of the others appeared to have it happen to them. He could just about hear their concerned voices, while trying to organise his thoughts.

"Naruto." Sasuke's gruff voice came from beside him, and Naruto replied with a hum of acknowledgement, before the two of them jumped away. "We need to get out of here. We have lost."

"No." said Naruto calmly, not sure where this new calm had come from. "Hope will set us free."

"Naruto, now is not the time to play idiot!" hissed Sasuke, and Naruto felt him grab his arm.

"I am not!" replied Naruto. "Just trust me."

"I really shoul-.." began Sasuke, but was interrupted by a gong-like sound.

The sound wasn't pleasant on the ears, and drifted through the air, becoming increasingly louder. However, what made it worse were the incessant screeches, which came from the Nibi, causing it hiss loudly. It's attention, however, was no longer on them. Due to the Nibi's inattention, the darkness receded, as daylight appeared once more.

The vampires, the younger ones below three hundred all died, bursting out in flames, leaving nothing but ashes on the ground. The Imperials stood to one side, unaffected by the onslaught of sunlight, while the others hid in the shadows of the trees, their eyes glowing with madness and blood lust. On the ground were various bodies, from the nuke-nin, drained of blood, to that of the vampires whose bodies became dead once more. The Akatsuki had reappeared in the trees, as did the remainder of the nuke-nin. The others had no doubt fled.

"What was that?" murmured Kiba, whom was burnt in a variety of places, and was cradling his arm to himself.

"An ally." Came a voice, as Hinata jumped down next to them, causing some of them to gasp, and for Naruto to gather her up into a hug, followed by Sakura, and surprisingly, Neji.

"Hinata-chan, what do you know?" murmured Naruto into her ear, as he held one arm around her.

"I was released by an…ally." Murmured Hinata, her lavender eyes fixed on the Nibi, who was still thrashing about.

"Hinata, what do you mean? What ally?" asked Neji.

An almighty shriek came from the Nibi, as Kiba clutched his ears, one armed, while shuddering.

"Can't you hear it?" asked Kiba, shocked. "The noise, its so…its so chilling! Look at what isn't doing to the damn demon!"

"The time has come." Murmured Lexiel, as she and the remainder of the Imperials appeared.

"What is going on?" demanded Temari. "Why do you all seem to know so much?"

Kobe's moans got ever louder, and Naruto and the others could hear a faint buzzing in their ears. The Nibi continued to shriek, until they got so loud, and then suddenly, it appeared to implode upon itself, causing chakra to scorch the area, and for them to move away from where the Nibi once was. All that remained was scorched Earth.

Uchiha Madara could be seen, standing where the Nibi no Nekomata had once stood, and from the body language alone, it could be seen that he was no impressed. His eyes locked with Naruto's, as they turned red.

"I know you had something to do with that, Naruto-kun." His voice, contradicting the hatred and madness that his eyes expressed, remained polite. "I shall make you pay."

The Uchiha disappeared, and Naruto, whose adrenaline, and calmness of mind had left him once more, didn't have enough time to once again, move. However, Madara didn't even make half of the distance to Naruto, before he was stopped by a calming hand on his shoulder.

No one recognised the new figure. No one except Lexiel, Hinata, and quite obviously Madara, who was staring at the strange as though he had seen a ghost.

"I told you to run." Said the strange, and Naruto froze, staring at the man, whose voice he had heard in the darkness. "I told you to fade away from existence. But you have returned. You have prolonged your life, believing in your own non-existent greatness. You really are foolish. Did you honestly believe that one such as yourself could kill me with such ease? Foolish, foolish son of mine."

"I killed you." Hissed Madara.

"My death enabled you to gain many followed. But as they can see, I am alive." The stranger whirled around, and offered the shadows a bow. Suddenly, the strangers features shifted, his face becoming more angular, lips becoming blood red, eyes a glowing emerald green. His canines elongated, and became sharper, and the man announced to the world. "I am the Vampire Ancient, the father of Uchiha Madara: Harry Potter, alternatively known as Uchiha Haru."

Haru rounded on Madara, moving so that they were almost nose to nose in less than a millisecond.

"It is time for your punishment, foolish boy."

I had to end it there. SORRY! Next chapter is obviously going to be some Uchiha Madara vs Haru. But it is NOT the final battle or whatever yet. I can assure you of that. Plenty more to go until then. I am very sorry for the long wait, and in turn for ANY spelling errors in this chapter, as I haven't checked it.

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