Harry suddenly found himself sitting on the ground in the middle of a very thick fog. So thick, that he couldn't see his glasses in front of him.
He raised his wand to repel the fog, but no spell came out.
"Why? Why did you…?"
A very familiar voice cut through the horrible silence.
Harry turned around to see a figure wearing orange standing a few feet away from him. He recognized the loud and noisy Naruto sitting in front of him, only he seemed to be a lot younger, like the Sasuke, Ino and Sakura he had seen in the previous memories.
In front of Naruto was Sasuke, older then the one he had seen in the massacre, but the same age as the Naruto behind.
Harry gasped as the fog cleared up a bit; he got a full view of Sasuke's body. Sasuke was standing in a small pool of blood, needles sticking out all over him. He looked like he was about the faint of exhaustion, but still found the strength to glare the same glare Harry had seen so many times.
"How should I know?" Sasuke snapped, not looking at Naruto. "I…hated you…"
"If you hated me, then why'd you save me? You should've minded your own business!" Naruto shouted angrily, glaring up at Sasuke.
"I don't know, ok?" Sasuke snarled, and coughed out a blob of thick blood. Harry twitched as he watched the blood land with a noisy splat. "My body just moved on its own!"
Sasuke started to fall, and was going to hit the ground before Naruto caught him and gently cradled him down.
"I wanted to kill…my brother before I died. I thought that dream would keep me alive…" Sasuke struggled to speak, raising a hand.
"Don't you dare die, Naruto…" Sasuke went limp in Naruto's grasp. Harry stared quietly, his body rigid with pity.
"He knew it was a trap, yet he still saved someone precious to him."
Harry swiveled around to see a boy with a mask stand up. He had two long locks of black hair framing his face, and the rest of his hair tied up in a bun on his head. He had a dark blue robe with olive green sleeves and pants that ended below his shin.
The boy watched Naruto closely. "He was a ninja to respect." He finished. Then, he seemed to melt into something, and turned curiously flat. Harry realized he had stepped into a mirror, which to Harry seemed absurd, but it had happened, right in front of him. Harry looked around, and was shocked to find him and Naruto inside a dome of mirrors, each positioned to reflect what was in each one.
"Is this the first time you've seen a comrade die? Such is a shinobi's life." The boy said, looking down at Naruto's sad, slumped figure.
Harry felt his stomach twinge and looked down, his head swimming with emotions. He never knew such a terrible, harsh world existed. To think he had thought Malfoy and homework were the worst things in life. But in reality, he didn't know about the worst things in life at all. In comparison, the world he lived in was much, much easier, if not for Voldemort.
"Shut up."
Harry's head shot up to stare at Naruto, shocked and suddenly terrified at the hatred and fierce anger coming from Naruto.
Naruto looked up at the masked boy in the mirror. "I'm going to kill you." He growled. Harry almost yelled in alarm when he saw Naruto's eyes. They weren't the baby blue color anymore. They were blood red, as if the color was made from hatred and evil itself, with slits for pupils, the eyes of a monster.
Harry gaped at Naruto in shock. Never had he felt such anger and bloodlust, even from Voldemort he hadn't! Harry backed away. This was turning out too close to watch.
Swirls and swirls of evilly colored red vapor-like substance began rising out of Naruto's body. It climbed higher and higher, until it reached the top of the dome, and it formed the head of a fox with the same eyes Naruto had. It glared with such hatred at the boy in the mirror; Harry could feel it all the way down where he was.
Harry noticed that what wounds Naruto had bore earlier were gone healed rapidly at the spot. Thick, sharp needles popped out of Naruto's back. Harry recognized them as the same kind of needle sticking out of Sasuke's back.
Naruto's eyes and face narrowed until it looked like a fox's; his hair grew spikier and possibly, more wild then before. Naruto's nails grew longer, stronger, and sharper. Fangs grew from Naruto's canines, and the whisker marks on his face grew thicker and rougher-edged.
Naruto got down on all fours and growled so fiercely it made the hairs on Harry's head stand on end.
The vapor-like fox head disappeared back inside Naruto, but it wasn't the end of everything. Naruto suddenly shot towards the masked boy in such a speed it exceeded the speed of Harry's firebolt by far.
The masked boy threw eight more needles at the blonde boy-now-monster. But Naruto opened his mouth and roared a terrible roar, deflecting them with the same vapor-like substance that was still pouring and disappearing to and fro from Naruto's body.
The masked boy gasped and zoomed into another mirror, too quick for Naruto to notice. Naruto looked around wildly, his red eyes filled with confusion and strong bloodlust.
Suddenly, the mirrors glowed and reflected the image of the boy in the mirror. Naruto lunged and smashed the nearest one, which turned out to be the one the boy was in. Fragments of the mirror flew up in the air, and the masked boy flew out of the biggest piece.
The masked boy held several needles at once and aimed for Naruto's neck as he fell. But at the very last moment, Naruto spun away with amazing agility, landing perfect landing. But the masked boy crashed, got up, stumbled, lost his balance, tried to jump into the nearest mirror, but Naruto shot out a clawed hand and seized the boy's wrist.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLRRRRRGGG!!!" Naruto roared, concentrating all of the visible vapor-like substance into his hand. The mirrors around him began to crack. He raised it, and Harry tried not to look, but looked anyway.
Naruto punched the boy several times with such force and speed, Harry had to stop himself from blinking to watch the maim.
He smashed the fist into the boy's face, sending him crashing through a thick mirror. The boy landed face first on the ground and rolled over and over and over until finally skidding to a stop. The rest of the mirrors cracked loudly and shattered to pieces by themselves.
Harry knelt in a corner, peeping through the gaps between his fingers.
That was way more terrible and exciting then the quidditch world cup, Harry told himself as he got up and ran out of the shattering dome.
Naruto snarled and ran towards the boy, jumping above him and preparing to end it. All of a sudden, the boy's mask fell off.
Harry found himself thinking that this boy was even prettier then Cho Chang. And indeed he was.
The boy had delicate features and snow white skin, his face as pretty as a veela. Blood was trickling at the corner of his mouth.
The boy suddenly began fading into the mist around them, so were Naruto and Sasuke. Harry looked around himself in panic. He could not hear anything anymore.