Chapter two – Potter legalcy.

It all started with this… the prophercy was spoken. A prophercy of defet of Lord Voldemort, by unknown force, from the blood of family that opposed him three times.

Now, aftrementioned Voldemort stand near Potter manor at Gordick Hallow, looking at the lightened room where James Potter played with his nearly year son, Harry. He felt... strange, to say at least. He himself didn't want to kill Potters that way, even if Lily, Potters wife was a mudblood. Those two were more honrable than old mulipulating geezer Dumbeldore, that really started to annoy him after the dreaded prophercy was spoken, when old geezer started to tease him in multiple letters form Hogwarts. No, the Potters should fall in the battle, with their wands on. To tell the truth, he actually woudn't care aboout prophercy at all, but his Daeth Eaters acted aganist his will and tortured Logbonttoms. He make sure that all of them didn't existed in that world anymore. He sighed. Why, oh why he accepted the Dumbleore offer when he was eleven? He would stay like Tom, a bit creepy, but normal kid with attitude.

Voldemort shook that thought as he casually walked to the door of the manor. He started at the door, and afrter a little thinking, he just used doorell, like an normal visitator would, waiting for response.

All he could ask for now that they will accept his offer…


'BOY!'

The boy shuffled in his little disgusting thing that would be called a bed by his … relatives. He opened his big, vibrant green eyes, putted his a bit broken glasses and chnaged quickly, getting from his… 'room'. He was meet with angry blue eyed woman, that forcefully dragged him out of his 'room' nad shoved him to the bathroom, ordering him to come down in five minutes to make breakfast. Boy sighed, trying to make his black hair little less spikier and wild, while brushing his teeth. He had taken a shover in night in cold water, so he woudn't need it right now.

As he come downstairs, he was meet with arleady made list of things he needed to do by his Aunt, her name was Petunia. He simply had done the 'light' in their means breakfast – two fried eggs, a lot of fried becon and coffe. When his aunt wasn't watching, he simply make a little salad for himself, and put it in little container hiding it in his too big pants. And in the last moment, no less, when the Uncle Vernon and his cousin – Dudley. It was Sunday, so all family had a time to sit and enjoy the another in the room. The Dursleys – because family minus 'boy' had that surname – was at first glance happy family, that liked to chit-chat with anyone, but if someone would try to get closer family all of them would notice that all of them are three diffrent people. Uncle Dursley – a chubby man in his thirties, with drinker belly – always spoke about politics of the country, while Aunt Dursley -very thin, nearly anorektic woman - always brought the newests gossips about neigherhood. The Cousin, remainding the boy of the little whale, was mosly quiet, eating all of the food on the plate.

The boy himself… was siting at the end of the kithen table and staring secretly at the people in front of him, asking himslef what did to God to sent him at this house.

Noboby of Dursleys noticed when 'boy' walked out the kithen and house, slowly walking through the streets of Little Wighing, when he bumped at someone.

'S-sorry!' Boy squeaked, jumping back as he looked at the person that he bumped at. The black, wild hair, grey eyes, pale skin, possibly a threat.

'Its okay, little one.' Man spoke gently, seeing who is he front of him, sensing that something is wrong. 'Are you okay…?' He asked, waiting for the boy's to response.

'My n-name is Harry sir.' Harry responded quietly. 'And yes, I'm fine sir.'

'Its Tom' Man quickly said, ruffling boys hair 'Don't call me sir, it makes me sound old.' He chirped happily, eyeing Harry still. 'Say… Can you point me to the place that I can eat something quite good tasting and cheap?'

'… Sure' Harry started to walk to the nice noodle restaurant, that opened not so long ago, called 'Ichiraku Ramen'(1). He always came there when he had a bit of his money and sometimes just to be in peace from Dudleys 'Catch Potter' games that became nearly daily occurence. Tom trailed after the boy, seemingly deep in thought. As they entered the restaurant they were greeted by a friendly chef Ichiraku, who asked for orders.

'One Miso Ramen and… what your favourite Harry?' Boy blinked but answered nonetheles

'Naruto Ramen'

'Right so One Miso for me and one Naruto ramen for the boy please' Tom finished his order.

Harry sat at the table, stunned. He just met that man, yet he was treated a meal? 'S-sir, you shoudn't..' He trailed off, looking sadly at Tom.

'Why Harry?'

'Because… I'm freak.' Harry whispered, looking down.

'You appear normal to me Harry.' Tom answered, as the order appeard, being carried by Amaye Ichiraku, daughter of the chef and a waitress. She smiled at the boy while placing his ramen in front of him.

'But… I'm not.' Tom waited for waitress to leave then spoke. 'Why?'

'Because… I make things fly… I make weird orbs of wind, that can destroy things…' Harry spoke qiueter with each word that he spoke, unsure if he should continue.

'There's more isn't it?' He heard Tom spoke. He just nodded.

'You know, I can do it too.' Harry looked up at the man before him. 'And I know a lot of people that can do those thing as well. I can take you there.' Tom simply offered, smiling a bit.

Harry stiffened when he noticed that the smile is actually very creepy.

'Tom, thank you for the offer, but… no. I wanna stay here… even if its hell for me.' Harry answered quietly, and then digged into his ramen, eating silently. After the meal, and paying the order, Tom said 'I take you home then.'

Harry stopped him quickly 'No! No! No need to do that! I know the way perfectly!' man blinked at this.

'Well… In that case … I leave you then with little gift form me.' He pulled out a strange, diary-sized book.

'Here. Its a gift from me, for spending time with me today. If you feel alone, or hurt, just write. I belive that you're going to get help that way… And…' He pulled a piece of paper, and hid it in the book 'Inside is my mailing addres. If you feel like you want to go away, don't hesistiate.' He then walked out of restaurant, not sparring boy another glance.

When Harry returned home, he was meet with drunk uncle face to face. Green-eyed boy felt like he want do dissapear, but he knew tht nothing can save him now.

'H-hellloo Freeeakk~' Vernon hissed, yanking Harrys hand forcefully, shoving him into the dining room, and without any reason started beating the younger boy, that tried to protect himself poorly from him.

All feelings flaring while boy was getting another powerfull blows to his ribcage was pain and hatred for his relatives, burning more amd more through his years of life. As he felt hits slowly getting slower, and lighter, he decided to peek thorugh his hand.

He do not expected knife. Tow deep cuts through his legs, pouring viciously red liquid, and another ones, creating words 'Freak', 'Demon', 'Shit' and many, many more…

All Harry could do was whimper and scream as knife was rushing through his skin, forging him a memento of hatred to humans and their harted, begging anyone to burst into room… but no-one came. No-one cared… it seems. Finnaly, when Harry felt darkess slowly taking him, when he felt being thrown somewhere, he smiled finnaly. He didn't notice book glowing in his pocket, as he finnaly blacked out.


'Kurama…' voice spoke, as he was looking at Harry, laying on the bed. 'Did I healed him properly?'

Blonde boy, looking around 16 years old, with sunny hairwhisker marks on his face with blue eyes, asked big, red fox with nine talis. 'I can't say Kit.' Fox responded, hovering over two humans before him 'We healed his body, his chakra network… But I cannot say that he will be okay. His mind might be destryed, and I do not wish to eter to his mindscape just yet.'

Blonde nodded silently, as he stare at the boy. From what he saw in little break in his pocked dimnesion, the boy was in mortal danger, but… he coudn't say why he wasn't even trying to fight back. Maybe the boy didn't heard about his heirtage just yet? Or he was purposedly beaten up, so he will be manipulated later? His thoughts were thrown away as boy on bed stirred a bit. 'We should transport him back form his dimnesion, Kit.' Fox remainded him simply. 'Yeach…' Naruto went with needed handsigns and whispered two jutsus 'Ōmensurīpingu' to keep boy in his sleep for a little while longer and 'Kōtsū-jutsu: Dimenshon boido', and watched sadly as boy vanished in front of him. He sighed, closing his eyes.

I hope you forgive us, Harry… my cousin…


When Harry regainned his senses back, he noticed that he wasn't in Dursleys cupboard anymore.

The room was light, and he was laying at soft bed, there was a nice bookshelf at his left and wardrobe on his right. He sit on bed, trying to figure out what happened, when all to familiar voice had spoken:

'Welcome back, Harry. I knew you write, boy.'


AN: Woot-woot! Second chapter in one day, that's a great feat ^^

And, through those hours I got over hundred of views, 4 likes, 6 follows and review. I'm extremly gratefull for those people, you all encourage me to write more and more. And yes, some of the Naruto verse characters will be appearing in the story, with locations, just like our (1) Ichiraku Ramen. And yes, I'm ready for the flames, so come flammers, burn!

The uptading pace will most likely be once per week, so please, be patient, and enjoy the story.

Ōmensurīpingu means Sleeping Omen

As long as jutsu caster is near the victim, the victim will remain uncousious.

Kōtsū-jutsu: Dimenshon boido mean Transportation Justsu: Dimnesional Void

Transport objects and people between dimnesions. The object/person musn't move, because there is a high chance of breaking/ripping apart of the object.

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Silient Bystander