AN: Next chapter. I have decided to make this a crossover with Naruto. Hope you guys still enjoy this. As always, reviews and comments are appreciated.

AN2: This chapter is kindo of a filler chapter for how Catherine gets to the Naruto World. Next chapter will be up soon.

AN3: I don't know if I used all the British words right so my bad if they're not right.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter.

The second deviation from the Plan came when the little girl stopped living with the Dursleys.

There was always a chance that the girl would run away. But, Dumbledore foolishly believed that Petunia would care about her. Maybe not care as in constantly love and feed her, but care as in at least wanting the girl to at least have a roof over her head. So he thought that if the little girl ever tried to run away, Petunia would have contacted him. Then, all that'll be needed would be an Obliviate here and there and all would be good again. If an adult happened to report to the police about child abuse, the reports could easily disappear along with said adult.

The child needed to be with the Dursleys. She needed to be in a place that was devoid of anything magic. 'It was for her protection,' Dumbledore often thought. Voldemort might be dealt with for now, but the Death Eaters were still out there. He also didn't need the girl getting a big head. The Magical World viewed her as a savior and many people had expressed a desire to adopt her. No doubt they would have spoiled her silly if he had actually let them. She needed to live at that house, no matter how miserable she was. Then, when he swooped in to save her from her misery, she would look at him for guidance as her savior. He would teach her and she would be invaluable to the Light. It was for the Greater Good. One girl's happiness was a good price to pay for years of safety.

Never in Dumbledore's dreams did he ever think that the Dursleys would try to get rid of the child. After all, he had explained in the letter that the child would be the key to their protection and that he had people watching them. So, the aged Headmaster didn't worry at all.

But the fact was that for almost a month and a half, Catherine Potter had been living by herself; using her "Wish Magic" to survive. It was hard at first, but like a survivor she lived on. She used her cunning and reflexes she developed while living with her loving "family." It also didn't hurt that she had her powers for help.

-May 12, 1986-

It has been a little over a month since the day she ran and Catherine couldn't be happier. She no longer had to wake up at 5 in the morning to cook for her undeserving relatives. She didn't have to listen to their insults of take their beatings anymore. She was free.

As she ran down the streets that faithful day, she knew that she couldn't stay in Surrey. She needed to go to a bigger place because a bigger place meant more people and more people meant a easier place to hide. With her size, it had been easy getting onto a subway for free. She just walked next to a lady who also had dark hair and she was in. Everyone that passed by all thought that she was the lady's child.

London. That was where the subway had taken her and it was perfect. No one questioned her when they saw her walking alone because of what she looked like. It was one thing the Dursleys did that she was thankful for. The old castoffs that had once been Dudley's made her look like any other homeless child. The police never bothered with her whenever they saw her.

But the dark streets of London were not a place for a child her age to be.

During the day, everything was okay. People smiled as they walked to work, street vendors parked all around the city, and the police kept the peace.

But, after the sun sets, a whole different group of people emerge. The nights of London were often brutal. Shifty people stalked the alleys and waited for the perfect victims to mug. Groups of delinquents vandalized the property of people who had wronged them in some way. The police always happened to not patrol specific streets. In other words, daytime London and nighttime London were like the 2 sides of a coin: the same place, yet completely different.

But Catherine was smart.

Years of living with the Dursleys had taught her what to avoid and how to hide. Her "Wish Magic" made pick pocketing as easy as walking down the street. Sure, store owners were reluctant to let her into their store, much less sell her anything at first. After all, they had been robbed many a times by street urchins before. But, they always relented in the end. The combination of her dazzling eyes and a little nudge from her "Wish Magic" could sway almost anyone.

For a month or so, Catherine managed to not run into any trouble. Being a child, she had not been subjugated to the territorial arguments that most people went through. It was an unspoken rule. Children could stay anywhere as long as they didn't make too much trouble. Groups of children coming together were frowned upon seeing as when they get older, they might become competition. When a child is old enough, he or she had to choose a side and that was when everything starts.

Everything was going fine for Catherine until today. The day started like every other. She woke up and had bread for breakfast. Depending on how much money she had, she would do one of three things for the rest of the day. If she had enough money, she would either spend the day working on her powers or go to the library. If she didn't, she would spend it getting more money. As it so happened, today was a day for getting more money.

She was doing well until she happened to try and steal from the wrong person. Lately, Catherine had been thinking that she was relying too much on her powers. What if one day, her powers disappeared? If she continued to use her powers for everything, when that day came, she might not be able to do anything by herself. So, with that in mind, she decided to try and pick pocket without her "Wish Magic" for once.

The target looked like any other rich person she targeted: wearing expensive clothes with an arrogant smirk as he walked down the street thinking that everyone else was beneath him. Those types of people were usually the easiest to steal from. They had no concept of the importance of money, and therefore didn't protect their wallets as much as they should.

It should have been so easy. Just swiftly walk past man and use her hands to grab the wallet that was loosely hanging from his pocket. She hadn't thought that the man would have bodyguards or that he was apparently the son of some sort of rich man.

But he was.

When the two inconspicuous men beside her target grabbed her, she could only think 'Well shit.'

As the men dragged the unwilling girl to an alleyway, no one seemed to notice. Actually, it was more like no one seemed to care to help. Her target sauntered up to her as the two men held her down.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A little bugger who doesn't know her place?" the man sneered.

Catherine put on her best scowl and glared at the man defiantly. "Let me go you manky plonker! I didn't do anything." In any other circumstance, Catherine would have long used her "Wish Magic" to escape. But due to her fear, she did what everyone else would do and panicked; her "Wish Magic" forgotten.

"Cheeky little brat aren't you? Are you even old enough to use those words? Didn't your mum teach you any manners? Oh wait. By the looks of it, you must be a street rat. What's the matter? Your bint of a mum dump you in an alley because she didn't want you anymore?" the rich man laughed out.

Catherine turned red at the insults and yelled, "Just do whatever you're gonna do and be over with it. I don't have all day!"

"Big talk for such a small brat. But it seems like you need a lesson in manners. You shouldn't steal from your betters you know?" he said tauntingly.

The men holding her laughed at what must have been an inside joke because Catherine didn't find anything funny.

"So, what shall I do? Give you a beating and be done with it?" he paused and looked at Catherine's still unrelenting gaze and smirked. "No, I have a better idea. I'll bring you with me and make you mine. You can never start too young you know? I'm sure your mum would be proud of you for continuing the family business."

Catherine had enough. That bastard was going to pay for insulting her mum. She didn't remember her mum. And while her mum wasn't going to win any awards for her amazing maternal care, she was still her mum. It meant that no one could insult her like that. With an unexpected jerk, she pulled free from the loose grips that the bodyguards held her in. They never expected the 5 year old to have any power.

She pulled her leg back and did what the nice lady next door always said to do when a strange man ever comes close to her: she kicked him right in the groin.

Hard.

Catherine watched in satisfaction as the rich snob gave out a girly shriek. The bodyguards looked torn between catching her again or helping their charge. Catherine was about to use this time to run when the man snarled at her.

"You little bitch! I'll kill you." he yelled as he let out a ragged breathe. He looked at his two bodyguards who were just standing there and directed his anger at them briefly. "What are you two idiots doing just standing around? Waiting for an invitation or something? Get her!"

Catherined had already started to run at this point. But, her small legs were no matched for those of fully grown adults and the bodyguards had her pinned within seconds.

She watched in horror as the rich man slowly pulled himself together and reach into pockets for something. Her eyes widened as she identified the object as a small handgun.

"I'll teach you to kick me you brat! By the time I'm done, you'll have more holes in you than teeth!" he yelled as he switch off the safety.

By this point, the bodyguards were looking a little nervous. Sure, beating a street brat now and then was fine. But killing one was another story!

"Hahaha. You thought that you could actually get away? Any last words before I make the rest of your short life a living hell?" the man drawled out.

'Good God! He's making this seem like some sort of epic showdown between arch enemies or something. Someone watched too much television!' Catherine thought. "You must be proud of yourself for trying to kill a 5 year old." she snarked.

"Quiet!" he snarled back. "You must think that I can't do it huh? Well think again!" And with that, he pulled the trigger. Even though he was saying that he would kill her, in reality, he wouldn't. He was just trying to scare her. 'A bullet on her shoulder won't kille her, but it'll teach her some fear.' he thought.

But, the bullet didn't enter her shoulder. You see, before this day, the man had never shot anyone before. His bodyguards usually did all the work. Hell, he wasn't even supposed to have a gun but he took his father's to show off to his friends.

His hand jerked when he fired the gun, causing the bulled to change directions. Instead of hitting her right shoulder, it skewed off course and hit her body.

Catherine's body went into shock as she crumbled onto the floor. She faintly noticed that the bodygurads were dragging the also schocked shooter away. She reached down with her hands and felt some of the blood flowing out. Her only thoughts at that time were 'I want to live. I don't want to die yet. I want to live and have my own family." Her "Wish Magic responded to her desires. Using almost all of the magic in her core, her body stopped dying temporarily and transported itself to somewhere both her wishes could be fulfilled.

She wasn't powerful enough to heal the bullet wound on her own. Instead, she was taken to one of the best healers in the world, who happened to live in a pocket dimension off Pacific Ocean. That specific place also happened to have a specific woman in need of her own family. So, her "Wish Magic" took her to the one place in the world where both her wishes would come true.

So with a flash, Catherine Potter was in London no more.