Hi, this is my first attempt at story writing please review.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything except the plot…

PROLOGUE:

'Fucking hell', was the first coherent thought of one Harry Potter. His whole body hurt dammit. 'Okay, think, relax! What was the last stupid thing did I do'. Not for the first time he thanked his high pain tolerance .At least it made thinking easier. He slowly (don't forget painfully) sat up, his body seeking purchase, slumped against a tree. 'Maybe I am in forbidden forest...Hmm... Forbidden forest…Hagrid..Battle..Voldemort'.His eyes bolted open, wincing when bright light hit his eyes. 'As if I need more pain…wait a minute where did the pain go', one minute he was feeling like a hippogriff trampled him, next he was completely freaking fine. Well not completely fine, just a tad tired. Definitely a big improvement. Oh well! looking around he noticed, he was definitely not in forbidden forest.

Or any other forest he knew

His "danger" senses were quite which in itself was odd.

'Well this is weird. Think, Harry, think what is the last thing I remember?' he thought wracking his brain,' Riddle, I remember Riddle. We were fighting and I won! Holy shit! I defeated Voldemort and I am alive!' To be honest Harry had given hope that he would even survive this war.

'Well surviving this war won't help if I am in middle of nowhere. I could be in some death eaters secret lair for all I know. The last thing I remember is the wind. The wind that was whipping around me and the hollows!' He distinctly remembered all the three Hallows glowing as soon as the elder wand touched his hand. His cloak, which was still on the floor where he had left it during his dramatic entrance, had flown towards him. Flown on its own will and wrapped around him like a wraith still glowing brightly. The bright light had hurt so he had closed his eyes. In that instant he had felt as if something was pulling him hard somewhere. It was somewhat like disapparating, just much much worse!.

"Ok, so some arsehole decided to send me god knows where?" He muttered to to himself, he looked around trying to find a clue of his location. Nope, nowhere familiar. Shrugging he stuck his hand in pocket clutching his new wand and walked out of the clearing. He peered around curiously as he noted electricity lines.

'Obviously muggles, no wizard community can afford blatant muggle invention with Voldemort breathing down their necks. But this place looks peaceful, children playing, old ladies talking, people jumping on roof, shopkeepers...Wait what', his jaws dropped, rubbing his eyes he looked again .Yes, there was definitely a man jumping on roofs'. Bewildered he looked around, 'No one is even reacting! Bloody Hell! Where am I?

He jumped violently when he felt someone tapping his shoulder. Turning around, his grip tightened on his wand. An amused looking man was saying something and it took him a few moments to realize that he was talking in different language. 'I wish I could understand what he is saying. At least I would find where I am.' As soon as he thought that he felt his magic tingling. A little puzzled he turned his attention to the man "Can you te..."

'What the hell I'm not speaking English.' Confused he shut his mouth wondering how many surprises his poor brain could handle.

"It looks like you haven't seen ninja before, foreigner. I know how surprising their ways could be. Gives me heart attack seeing them spewing fire from their mouth and running from one roof to another."

"Yeah, it's a surprising sight that's all".

'Understatement of centaury', he thought wryly. "I have to go, plenty of work left", he hurriedly excused himself as politely as he could manage.

"Sure, hope you enjoy your stay here."

'Ninja, just what I have gotten myself into!'

a/n; Harry meets Naruto in next chapter.