Hello everyone! It sure is nice to be back, sorry for the delay. I'll try to update more regularly, no promises though. I was wondering, what do you guys think about Harry not being a parselmouth? Also, I'm thinking-and this is not by any means confirmed, just a thought-of perhaps getting two snake-obsessed antagonists from the two different universes together for a team up of ultimate destruction! Just a thought, tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Harry Potter, sigh.

Harry blearily opened his eyes as a loud banging awoke him from his dreamless sleep. He hastily got up from where he was sleeping on the floor, once again taking in the rundown building he was being forced to stay in. Shortly after he had been allowed out of his room in wake of the snake incident, Harry had began recieving strange letters delivered by owls that his uncle always snatched from him before he could read it. Harry was very pleased with himself when he had managed to get a letter from the mail man before his uncle had gotten up; the buffoon had fallen asleep in the doorway waiting for the mail man as well.

Fortunately, Harry was more intelligent than his Uncle Vernon (not that it was particularly hard to be smarter than him) and had quietly taken the letter back to his room before reading it, his uncle never knowing he had done so. After reading the letter, Harry personally thought it was a bit hard to believe. A magic school? Really? But as Harry thought about it, he couldn't think of why anyone would waste their time sending him fake letters just to humiliate him. His aunt and uncle, maybe, but Harry felt that whoever had sent the letter had spent much too much time on it for it to be some casual joke, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would definitely not take the time to create the letter that Harry had just finished reading.

Harry had quickly written a reply and sent it back with the owl before going back down the stairs where his uncle slumbered, and placed the letter on him. He went back to the top of the stairs, and made a good show of loudly coming down the steps in search of his letter. His uncle awoke to Harry greedily opening his (already opened) letter, and was quick to take it from the boy and destroy it. Harry smirked as he was sent to his room; he had begun contact with these strange people, and his family was none the wiser.

Things had gone normally for the next few days, before letters started showing up again. His aunt and uncle were very perplexed by this, and began sending Harry to his room for little to no reason at all so he wouldn't get any letters, making sure to put a lock on his windows. He had heard his aunt and uncle argueing in the kitchen, and he gathered that those who had sent his first letter had responded, asking for a time for them to meet him at his house, to take him shopping for school supplies and introduce him to the magical world.

That was when Uncle Vernon had gotten a great idea in his mind: run for it! The whole family had been uprooted, and they had been on a truly pathetic journey as they traveled the cities surrounding Surrey, eventually taking a dilipidated boat to a small island that housed, well, a house. They had little food that night, but at least Harry, or his glare, had persuaded his family to give him a decent blanket to cover up with. The rest of the night hadn't been that eventful, and Harry had drifted off into a peaceful sleep, despite the horrendous sound of the storm raging outside. He had briefly thought about waking up early and celebrating his birthday, but the day honestly held no special meaning for him. Nobody gave him presents, nobody congragulated him on another year survived; honestly, he just couldn't see the point.

Harry was drawn out of his thoughts as the banging began again, resulting in the rickety old door falling off its hinges. Everyone was awake at this point, each with various degrees of fear and shock on their faces as the intruder intered the building; all save Harry, that is. The young man merely stood towards the back of the room, staring at the newcomer in curiousity.

The man, for that was what he was, save the fact that he was twice the size of a normal man, and had at least twice the girth, seemed nonchalant as he gazed upon each of the occupents of the room. He quickly zeroed in on Harry, his glance shifting towards the boy's forehead for a moment before he moved to the center of the small room.

"Couldn't make us a cup of tea, could you? It hasn't been an easy journey,"

He casually walked to the sofa, not caring as the piece of furniture broke under his weight. Harry smiled slightly as Dudley screamed and ran behind his parents' backs, cowering.

"I demand you leave at once!" Uncle Vernon nearly whimpered, obviously not happy with the current arrangement, and more than a little frightened as he stood a little closer to his wife and child. "You are breaking and entering!"

"Oh shut up Dursley, you great prune," the man responded, seemingly not caring as he casually withdrew a pink umbrella from his enormous coat, proceeding to point it at the cold fireplace.

Harry was more than a little shocked as the fireplace blazed to life, crackling merrily as the strange man warmed his hands. It seemed this school he would be going to did indeed teach magic. Even having determined the letter was legitimate, the boy was surprised that it was speaking the truth about magic. He had always been skeptic, he thought as he stared at what the man had done.

Starting a fire had looked easy for the man, so Harry suspected it was pretty simple magic to cast. He imagined his mouth watered as he thought of what he could achieve with magic, how strong he could become. He couldn't wait to begin learning, so he figured he'd hurry the man up a bit.

"Hello, I'm Harry. May I ask for your name?"

The man seemed to smile at him for a moment through his wild facial hair before responding.

"Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. And I of course know your name, I saw you when you were just a baby. Happy birthday, by the way. Hang on, I've got something for you," he began rummaging through his coat as Harry looked on, gaping.

Nobodoy had ever bothered to remember his birthday before, and never in his wildest dreams had anyone ever gotten him anything. He felt his apathetic mask crack as Hagrid gingerly withdrew a small box, handing it to him. Harry's eyes widened as he saw a cake inside with green icing spelling Happy Birthday Harry.

Harry was quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts and schooling his face once more into his mask of indifference.

"Thank you very much, Hagrid," Harry said graciously, extending his hand to Hagrid.

He soon regretted this as his arm was nearly torn off from the vigorous hand shake Hagrid gave him. Hagrid sat back on the sofa and began busying himself with making a meal with cutlery he pulled from his coat. Harry was content to sit on a nearby windowsill and enjoy his cake, calmly observing Hagrid all the while.

The man seemed kind enough, and Harry believed befriending him would be in his best interest. He was definitely intimidating, and could at the least serve as a deterrent should anyone wish to harm him in any way, shape, or form. Soon Hagrid had finished cooking sausages, and passed a couple to Harry.

"Don't take anything he gives you, Dudley," Uncle Vernon said, reminding Harry that his family was still cowering in the corner.

"Your great pudding of a son don't need fattening anymore," Hagrid responded.

Harry was passed a couple sausages, which he greedily ate. He hadn't been given this much food at once in a long time.

"So, Sir," Harry began after a few silent minutes, in which he managed to finish the sausages and resume his attack on the cake.

"Call me Hagrid,"

"Right, Hagrid. What are you doing here, exactly?" Harry thought it was a fair enough question, although he had an idea of what the man was doing here.

"Ah, I'm here to take you to get your things for Hogwarts, which I'm sure you'll know all about,"

Harry hesitated momentarily.

"Actually, Hagrid, I know nothing about it besides the fact that is a school which focuses on teaching young people the ways of magic,"

Hagrid was silent for a moment, frowning, before he rounded on Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, who were still cowering in the corner.

"Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that Harry Potter wouldn't know anything about Hogwarts. You Dursleys are lucky I'm here on official business, or I'd... I'd," he turned back to Harry, trying to calm himself down. "Didn't you ever wonder where your parents learned it all?"

"Magic? No, I only found out about it when you started sending me letters,"

Hagrid's fury reignited as he jumped to his feet, staring down the three nonmagical people in the room, anger pouring off him in waves.

"Are you trying to tell me, that this boy knows nothing... nothing about anything?"

Harry frowned at that; he was always the most intelligent kid he knew in school, often outstripping even those older than him.

Hagrid tore his gaze from the Dursleys back to Harry as he questioned the boy.

"You don't know anything? But you must know about your mom and dad, you're all famous!"

That stopped Harry in his tracks. He felt a cold overcome him as this fact slowly sank in. How much more had his Uncle and Aunt neglected to tell him? Harry vowed, then and there, to make his family pay for what they had done to him. But now wasn't the time. Now he needed answers.

"Why are they famous, Hagrid?" Harry was completely calm on the inside, having adopted his usual apathetic demeaner. But something was different, though. There was a slight aura emnating from him; a cold feeling that permeated the room and made his relatives flinch.

"You don't know," Hagrid repeated, heaving a defeated sigh.

"Stop, I forbid you to tell him anything," there was Uncle Vernon's annoying voice again.

Harry drew himself up to his full (quite small) height, glaring at his family with all of the anger and hatred that had built up over the years of hard treatment living at Privet Drive.

"No, Vernon. You can't tell Hagrid to do anything, I'm tired of hearing your voice. Either shut your obnoxious mouth, or leave," Harry's voice was quiet, but everyone heard it.

They all stood frozen, momentarily stunned at Harry's words, before Vernon (Harry believed he had lost the right to be called Harry's family) began talking again.

"Now see here, boy-" Vernon stopped immediately as Harry slowly pointed his finger at him.

"Begone from my prescence, swine," Harry felt a strange sensation rush through him as Vernon was suddenly lifted off his feet and thrown into the wall, breaking it and falling through into the storm outside.

Harry's sudden glare stopped anyone from scolding him, and silenced his aunt's shriek as Dudley rushed outside to help his father.

"Now you will all be quiet for the rest of the night, I promise I will be gone by morning. But for now, Hagrid, we have much to discuss."

And another chapter down! So I hit a tad bit of writers' block, but I soldiered through it. I hope you all enjoy how I'm portraying Harry, and yes, I'm aware that some characters might seem a bit OOC, I apologize, this is an AU story after all. Next chapter will see Harry entering Diagon Alley, and may end after he arrives at Hogwarts, I'm still unsure. Oh, and Harry will go to the Elemental Nations, it just won't be for awhile. Probably during/after Second Year. Until next time!