Hello again everyone! Two chapters in two days, let's hope I don't slow down. Anyways, I just wanted to thank everyone who reviewed, you guys give me the motivation I need to write. Oh, and Proud Harmonian, this story will focus mainly on Harry and how he manipulates the Elemental nations, so I don't think I'll be focusing on Naruto enough to set up a believable pairing with anyone. I'll probably stick to canon on most of what happens directly to Naruto. OK guys, a quick request: If anyone wants to make a cover for this story, you would be beyond God-Tier.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Harry Potter, blabbity blah blah. On with the story!

"Up. Get up. Now!"
Harry groaned as he blearily opened his eyes at the impatient call from his aunt. How could he have forgotten? It was his cousin Dudley's birthday, and he was expected to cook for his family while Dudley opened the presents his parents showered upon him. Harry used to resent his cousin for being spoiled while he was not, but Harry eventually began to take it in stride, and stopped caring. Harry found that it was quite easy to hide his emotions behind a mask of indifference, and it always helped him collect his thoughts and act rationally, even lessening Dudley's bullying somewhat. Sighing, he slowly sat up in his small bed and began tiredly rubbing his eyes. He hastily got up from his bed and headed to the door of his room. There wasn't much in it, only his bed, a nightstand with an old and battered lamp, and a dresser. He had gotten the room recently, just after one of his cousin Dudley's friends, Piers, Harry thought his name was, somehow set his hair on fire.

Harry had been blamed for that, even though he had been pinned against a wall by Dudley at the time. No amount of arguing with his family would convince them; any odd occurence that happened around them was Harry's fault. And Harry had to admit, many strange things did happen to him. Like the time a boy had tried to hit him, only to be viciously shocked by what seemed to be lightning emanating from Harry himself, though the child shrugged it off as some crazy static electrical shock. Or when a teacher had gotten mad at him for something Dudley had done, and all of her hair fell out. Harry was always blamed by his family, and more often than not punished by being forced into his cupboard (located under the stairs) for extended durations without food.

After Piers' hair was extinguished, and Harry punished, his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had surprised the young boy by giving him Dudley's second bedroom. It was indeed odd, Harry thought, as they had seemed to be trying to be less mean to him, although whenever he was in their prescence they were uncharacteristically tense, as if Harry himself was a bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

Harry saw the new way his relatives treated him to be a plus, even Dudley didn't bully him quite as often anymore. So, with more of a spring in his step than usual, Harry walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, ready to prepare breakfast for his relatives. As he entered, he saw stacks upon stacks of presents for Dudley piled on the table, nearly obscuring it from view. Harry internally sighed and began cooking bacon, eggs, and toast.

Harry had to fight to keep a smirk off his face when Dudley entered the kitchen and immediately began complaining on his lack of presents. Harry, fearing Dudley would soon turn over the table as he argued with his parents, quickly grabbed his plate and moved away from his cousin. He tried to tune them out, as he honestly didn't care about what they had to say, he couldn't help overhearing the last bit of their conversation.

"Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't take him."

Harry, even though he knew he shouldn't, felt elated at this sentence. Every year, when the Dursleys took Dudley out for his birthday, Harry was left at Mrs. Figg's house. Mrs. Figg, thought nice enough, was obsessed with cats, and never ceased showing him pictures of her numerous felines.

"We could phone Marge," his uncle replied.

"Don't be silly Vernon, she hates the boy,"

'The feeling's mutual' Harry thought with a scowl. Marge was Vernon's sister, and she took great pleasure in showering Dudley with attention and gifts when Harry was in the same room, taking every opportunity to put him down and tell him he was worthless. Not to mention she enjoyed letting her dogs chase him around for hours on end.

"What about your friend... Yvonne?"

"On vacation in Majorica," Aunt Petunia paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought as she pursed her lips.

"I suppose we could take him with us," she finally spoke. "And leave him in the car,"

"Absolutly not! That car's new, there's no way he's sitting in it alone," his uncle thundered back.

Harry sat back, waiting with baited breath for the final descison. Across the room, Dudley began to cry loudly. The oaf of a boy knew that crying, or pretending to, was a sure fire way to get anything he wanted. For some unfathomable reason, Harry's aunt and uncle were powerless against Dudley's cries, giving in to whatever he wanted without a second thought.

"Dinky Duddydums, dont cry. Mommy won't let him spoil your special day,"

Harry mentally scoffed; this was just pathetic. Dudley should hold himself up with pride, as was expected from the firstborn of a family, or so Harry thought. Harry, no matter how many times he had been chased by dogs, humilated in school, beaten up by his cousin, or neglected by his relatives, still stood tall and proud. Nothing his family did could break him, and this gave him great satisfaction. He knew his family wanted him meek and helpless, easier to bully, and as soon as he realized this, he began fighting back. Not physically, he knew that would just prolong the ordeal, but he began putting his stoic mask into place, acting as if his relatives weren't even worth his time. Every time he saw them lose interest in messing with him, he would smirk and give himself another point in what he now saw as a game between them. Sometimes he fancied he saw fear flicker in their eyes when they saw him with emotionless mask in place, but he chalked that up to his imagination.

"I don't want him to come!" Dudley wailed at his mother, trying his best to prevent his cousin from coming with them to the zoo.

Before Dudley could continue his mini-tantrum, the doorbell rang.

"They're here," Petunia muttered, rushing to answer the door.

Dudley's act immediately ceased as one of his friends, Piers walked into the house. The family quickly became normal, and went to their car. Vernon was quick to stop Harry outside the car after everyone else had gotten in.

"I'm warning you now boy," he said, waving his car keys threateningly towards him, "Any funny business, any at all, and you'll be in your room from now until Christmas."

A cold glare directed at his uncle was Harry's response. Vernon quickly broke eye contact.

"Well, don't need to tell you twice," his uncle muttered as he entered the car.

While they drove to the zoo, Harry kept quiet, thinking about a dream he'd had the night before. In it, he was being attacked by people he didn't know, and right before he would be killed in the dream, a figure cloaked in a blue energy would save him. Harry often thought about this dream, as he often had it. Nearly every night, but he didn't mind. The person who saved him in his dream awoke emotions in Harry that the child had never felt towards anyone before: Respect, admiration, love. This confused the boy to no end, as he couldn't for the life of him remember who this mystery person was.

It wasn't long before they reached the zoo, Harry keeping his distance as Dudley and Piers oogled every animal within sight. But, sadly, everything went downhill when they arrived at the reptile house. Harry was content to watch Dudley and Piers make fools of themselves trying to wake a boa constrictor from its slumber. When they grew bored of watching the snake lay still, they quickly moved on to more exciting reptiles. Harry, having nothing better to do, moved in front of the snake, admiring its scales.

'It's almost like armor.'

After a few more moments, when Harry was about to move on to another exhibit, the snake jerked its head up and stared into the young boy's eyes. Harry jumped, momentarily panicked, before schooling his features back into a calm mask of indifference.

"Hello," Harry greeted, although he didn't know why he was talking to a snake, of all things.

Unsurprisingly, however, the snake remained silent, merely casting a curious glance to Harry before returning to its previous position.

"Dudley, look! The snake's moving!" Piers' voice called out, the boy apparently having seen the snake glance at Harry.

At his friend's call, Dudley came over as quickly as his already immense bulk allowed him.

"Out of the way, you," he said menacingly, punching at Harry's ribs.

Out of reflex, Harry brought both of his arms up, crossing them in front of his chest, effectively blocking Dudley's punch. The force, however, still caused Harry to fall down as Dudley and Piers went back to staring at the boa. Then, before anyone knew what had happened, Dudley and Piers fell through the glass into the boa's territory.

They yelped in terror as the snake slithered out of its cage, making its way out of the zoo as fast as it could. After the boys had been taken out of the area, Harry sighed. He was sure to get an earfull when they got home.

Harry was slightly surprised when all his uncle did as punishment was a bit of yelling, before sending him to his room. Harry idled wondered what he had done to gain their hatred, settling on a hatred for his parents that somehow was transferred to him when they had died in the car crash all those years ago. Harry crossed his legs as he sat on his bed, mulling over the events of the day. He had a lot to think about.

Boom! Another chapter down! Yes, I'm so excited about this series, you guys have no idea. Anyway, I hope you guys like Harry, I hope I made him Uchiha enough for you guys. Well, Uchiha enough for a young orphan who is constantly bullied and neglected. And I wondered how you guys would take Harry's inability to speak to snakes. Alright guys, quick question: Who should I pair Harry with? I'm thinking either Hermione or Luna, though no romance will develop for another few years, though I will have Harry meet Luna in Second Year. Until next time!