Ack! I've become one of those authors…writing up new stories without finishing the other ones…so sorry but it's just that I've hit a road block with those and these ideas just keep plaguing my mind! And I've been noticing all of these Harry Potter/Naruto Crossovers…and the idea just implanted and won't leave my head now!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any other animes which include, but is not limited, to Naruto and Naruto Shippuden.

Just a Warning! This is told from Harry's view, but from a more general view? Does that make sense? Yeah, probably not. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

I'll try to stick away from clichés…but they're just so easy to write.

"Regular Speech/Talking"

"Thinking in private"

Bijuu Talking/Shinigami

Chapter 2: Noir Evanson

Harry James Potter was used to waking up in different places: the cupboard, the smallest bedroom on Number 4 Privet Drive, Ron's room at the Burrow, his bed in the Gryffindor Tower, and even his room he shared with Ron in Grimmauld Place. Oh and let's not forget his own personalized bed in the Hogwarts Infirmary Ward. It had a plaque with his own name on it and everything!

Ok, maybe Harry was feeling slightly more loopy than usual. He carefully sat up and saw the two men from before starting at him.

"Um hi" Harry said. Lame. Hi? That's the best I could come up with? Geez, Snape was right when he called me simple-minded. Oh, Merlin, I'm agreeing with Snape of all people. Oh no.." Before Harry's thoughts could go off the deep end, the man in green spoke.

"Hello, Mr. Potter, do you know where you are?" Greenie asked in a carefully enunciated tone. He, and his friend, could clearly see the rapid and various facial expressions passing on Harry's face.

Harry snapped to attention and actually thought before speaking. "Actually no."

The one with the feline eyes raised his eyebrow. "No?"

Harry grinned sheepishly before answering. "Nope! Just kept feeling this urge since last night and decided to follow through on it.

Purple eyes hummed before speaking. "And what did this urge tell you?"

"That I needed to leave. That I needed help…That I needed to prepare." Harry responded before trailing off. A confused look settled on his face.

"Prepare for what?" Greenie asked.

Harry spoke once again without hesitation or any thought. "For the war to come."

Both men looked faintly surprised before Greenie asked once more, "Then why are you here? Why are you not seeking help from Dumbledore and his lot? Or even from the Aurors themselves?"

The teenage wizard opened his mouth once more before snapping it shut. He thought carefully to himself before nodding once. "Because Healers are the second line of defense. They are the ones who heal the fighters who make up the first line. Without them, a war is over before it begins. And who better to know how to inflict pain than those who heal?"

After Harry finished talking, a vaguely triumphant look appeared on Purple Eyes before he gave a loud whoop. Greenie sighed. Harry looked confused.

"Do you know Mr. Potter," Purple Eyes asked, "That there are such things as premonitions?"

"Is it the same thing as a prophecy," Harry replied, "Because I already have one of those attached to me. I'm not looking to start a collection.

Both of the older men snorted.

Greenie said, "Prophecies are hogwash. They're actually self-fulfilling. It all depends on whether or not you believe in them that gives them power over you."

Purple Eyes spoke next. "Premonitions, on the other hand, always come unless a person actively tries to prevent or alter the event foretold. And you, Mr. Potter, were in a premonition of a genuine high-ranked Oracle."

Harry asked warily, "And what did this…premonition say?"

"That One Harry James Potter would come to the office of Head Healer Vasley of Spell Damage and Curses for training. Training that would be used to defeat the Dark Lord Wannabe. If, of course, Healer Vasley didn't decline the young man's plea." Purple Eyes practically purred. "Of course, what wasn't in the premonition was the offered aid and mentoring given by an Unspeakable."

Harry blinked rapidly in surprise. He had helped Hermione research Wizarding Careers for their career advisor meeting and remembered reading over Unspeakables. Supposedly, they were well-trained wizards and witches who focused on both well-known and obscure magics. And that they were usually never identified as Unspeakables by other wizards and witches.

The teenage wizard quirked an eyebrow up and asked, "Why in Merlin's name would an Unspeakable be willing to train me?"

"For the same reason that Unspeakable would go inform his best friend of his newest wannabe apprentice and convince said best friend to accept the offer. For the same reason that the Unspeakable decided to meet Harry Potter. For the same reason, that the Unspeakable would inform said person of the premonition." Purple Eyes said gleefully. "It is because that Unspeakable saw many exciting and humorous times would happen if the Healer were to accept the young wizard as his own."

You mean…" Harry trailed off. A look of wonder could be seen on his face.

Purple Eyes, "I am Unspeakable Morrigan. Also known as an Oracle…but only to my closest friends and boss. I, too, shall be helping with your training."

Greenie…err…Healer Vasley could only sigh. His friend had spoken in the Merlin-bedamned confident tone of his and usually what he said happened. Healer Vasley just decided to go with the flow.

"Now that you know who we both are, shall we decide on what to start with, Mr. Potter?" Vasley asked.

"Evanson."

Both older men looked at the younger wizard in askance. He blushed slightly.

"I snuck out from my relatives' home under the guise of Noir Evanson. I was hoping to keep using the name while I'm not there."

A look of understanding crossed their faces. Vasley shifted slightly in his chair before continuing. "I hope you don't mind, but I ran a few standard spells over you to check your health. The results…weren't as good as we had expected, so I ran a few of the more extensive ones."

Vasley bore his eyes at Noir. "Mr. Evanson, are you aware that you are a couple of inches shorter than your expected height of 5'8" and that you are underweight by 15 pounds. Also, there seems to be a history of malnourishment, scars, and trauma being done your person?"

Harry nervously shifted on the couch. Both men seemingly stared at him for the longest time. Suddenly, almost in sync, they both swore a vow not to reveal anything about their apprentice without his explicit permission and that they would do their best to train him to the best of their abilities. The teenage wizard was shocked. No one had ever really tried to help him before. At least, not like this.

And so, Harry Potter told his story, his innermost demons, and abusive childhood to two men he had barely known for more than a few hours. He told them of his years at Hogwarts and truth behind his parents' deaths. He told of how he constantly felt like the Headmaster was testing him each year and how Snape hated his guts. He felt tired yet relieved when he spilled all his worries about his friends and classmates who talked behind his back or stared just because of one measly scar. All the while, his magic purred and settled with a comfortable heat inside of him. It trusted these two men to keep its vessel safe, and sought to convince the young wizard so.

Those instincts and urges Harry had been feeling lately had been coming from his magic. Before Hogwarts and all of this dark lord drama, magic had been Harry's only constant companion…even if he hadn't known what it was really called. All he knew now was that magic had helped save his life more than once and had kept him company when he felt lonely. For those reasons, he would trust the urges that his magic was nudging at him.

So began the start of the relationship between one Noir Evanson, one Head Healer Vasley, and one Unspeakable Morrigan.

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The first thing that Healer Vasley did was put Noir on a strict nutrient and supplement potion diet as well creating a fitness program for him. The first thing that Unspeakable Morrigan did was whack Noir on the head multiple times and finally forced him to realize that all Slytherins were not evil incarnate.

"But Hagrid said that there wasn't a witch or wizard who didn't go bad from Slytherin," Noir protested.

Both older men snorted. Morrigan was the one who responded to that absurd statement. "I'm an alumnus of Slytherin. So is Madam Malkins and ex-Auror Alastor Moody to name a few. Besides, did you just hear yourself talk? The world isn't split into black and white, kid. There's a whole lot of grey and purples mixed in."

Noir got a slightly confused look on his face. "Wait, where does the purple come in?"

Exasperated, Morrigan whacked Noir on the head. "Geez kid! That's what you focus on? Obviously we have a lot of work cut out for us, Vasley."

His long time friend could only nod in agreement. Devious smirks appeared on both of their faces at nearly the same time. Noir couldn't help but fear the shiver racing down his back. Why do these two remind me of the Weasley twins all of the sudden?"

Noir spent the rest of the summer living at Morrigan's summer home. Hedwig had popped by a week later after the initial meeting with multiple letters full of worry from the DA members. Apparently, Hermione and Ron had mailed them when it was learned that Noir hadn't been staying at the Dursley resident for the last couple of days. Of course, Hermione, Ron, and Dumbledore also sent their own letters to Noir…equipped with tracking charms and portkeys to boot. Unfortunately for them, the wards around the summer home negated those types of charms. Noir was able to read the letters in the end…but couldn't really stomach reading all of them. It amazed Noir how condescending and bossy Hermione could be in just a letter while Ron just sounded whiny. Dumbledore's letters were just of empty platitudes and were definitely written to inspire guilt in the reader.

What puzzled Noir was that he didn't really feel guilty at all for not writing any of the three back. It was Vasley who gave him his answer.

"It just means you're maturing. You realize now that there is a world beyond Hogwarts and petty things."

Noir smiled softly after that. It did seem like was growing to be his own person. Of course, the nutritious meals, intense studying and workouts, and just overall better living this summer added to it.

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11/16/12