Sasuke Potter
Summary: At the moment as Harry spend the last breath of live on a ironic laugh, took in a other world a different Sasuke his first breath of live. Fate was changed and destiny rewritten.
Warnings: OOC!Sasuke/Harry! maybe a bit of AU! Grammar errors! I mean really absurd grammar errors! No regular update!
Pairings: None planned but up for suggestions.
On a small note: I really thank the many reviewers that spend their time to comment and point out errors to me. My English teacher would have had my head on a silvery platter would she find out just what I spelled wrong...there is really no excuse. I too want to thank the many suggestions and ideas, it certainly got me thinking if I should change some scenarios that I planned ahead.
Chapter two: A change of pace
/ 8 years after the Kyuubi attack /
It was a sunny morning and Harry groaned under his blanket, as a annoying high beep-sound escaped his alarm clock. When he was just about to pull himself together to actually stand up, stopped the noise and he closed his eyes to the blissful silence.
The silence lasted sadly not long and again began it to beep. Annoyed, Harry stretched his arm out of the blanket and hurled the alarm clock against the opposite wall. After spending some time, trying to suppress the crazed laugh at the satisfying crunched sound of the now destroyed clock, tossed he his blanked aside and stood up.
Yawning, thought he about the wonderful time as a baby, sleeping, eating and shitting. The magical triangle, how he missed it.
It was way too early, why did he decided to go to school again? With sloppy steps walked he to the bathroom, only to promptly bash his head on the door.
"Bloody piece of dragon shit!" The curse rang through the apartment and the victim rubbed his head. Well, he was now awake, he thought sourly to himself, silently cursing in his mind.
When he began to brush his teeth, strayed his gaze to the mirror, his face, the face of Uchiha Sasuke stared dispassionate back. Black hair that shimmered blue in the right light, pale but healthy skin, dark green and black eyes.
Yes, dark green.
He didn't know why, but suddenly his left eye, only his left eye, began to change color. He didn't even knew when it started, but his eye became gradually greener.
It still wasn't the same green color he had in his previous life, where they were a mesmerizing emerald green. It was darker, much darker, and actually you only notice the green color if you really look for it. From afar his eyes, both, still looked the standard Uchiha-black, so maybe it was just his imagination?
Then why did he only see it in his left eye?
He shrugged and spit the water out. In thought, walked he back to change his clothes.
A high collared, long sleeved, blue shirt. Dark gray pants, and a black, open Haori (1) over it.
The Haori was, at the moment, his favorite piece of clothing. It reminded him of a wizard robe, just that it wasn't as long as a robe, which was a plus since it didn't hinder his footwork. The sleeves were wide but didn't hinder his Hands, which were the equivalent of a wand for the Shinobi, no hand-seals without hands.
On the backside was his family crest, a white-red fan, which for Harry looked more like a table tennis racket than anything else, not that he told anyone that, he wasn't suicidal.
A sigh escaped him as his thought strayed to Hogwarts and his suicidal behavior there. How he wished to walk again through the halls of his beloved home.
He suppose he has some homesickness.
Did Ron and Hermione marry? Have they many red-haired children, to the delight of Molly? How's Teddy? Did he had his first kiss? Does he know how much his parents loved him? How Remus regretted that he wouldn't see him grow up? That Harry regrets that he couldn't be with him? What about George, did he overcome the dead of Fred? Or is he still mourning and drinking himself senseless? And the ministry? Is Shacklebolt doing a good job? Or is it again in shambles?
So many questions and no one who can give him the answers.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. No time to be sentimental. The next minute he opened them again was his face empty of all nostalgia and the melancholy he felt.
It doesn't do good to dwell on the past.
No useless thinking of past, no angsting, no crying. What's over is over.
He blinked the useless tears away that began to form in his eyes, took his school bag and left left the apartment.
Uzumaki Naruto, it was now a month after he saved him from those bully's, and the hyperactive blonde took it to follow him like a lovesick puppy. Which was understandable, as he was the only one his age who didn't outright ignored or insulted him. Not that Harry minded it much, it was a nice change to the dull days before.
Harry never thought about it, but now after he spent some time with Naruto realized he, that he actually didn't socialized with anyone from the village, besides the owner of a small tea-house that he took a liking to.
Sure, he knew about the clans and that some heirs of those were in his class, he just never took notice of them, they were just faceless people for him, but it's not like he had time to become friendly with them, with the strict clan rules of the Uchihas and all.
So it was only now, that the names received faces and personalities and he tries now to become more open up. It was somewhat fascinating and disconcerting to see how shocked his classmates and teacher reacted to his friendship with Naruto. It seemed that they saw him as a loner and didn't dared to approach him, well sans the group of girls, but Harry takes great care in avoiding and ignoring them, he would be glad if they didn't dare to approach him.
It was currently break time and the academy students scooted around the place, like the hyperactive children they were. He and Naruto sat in the shade of a tree and ate, Harry ate, Naruto just spoke without breathing.
"Naruto," He spoke up and the mentioned boy turned to him with a quizzical gaze.
"eat more, speak less."
The younger boy grinned and rubbed his head sheepishly.
"Hehe, sorry, sorry." He apologized and started eating. Harry just shook his head with a small smile as he observed how he gobbled down the food. Just as bad as Ron, thought he fondly.
Satisfied turned he back to observing his surroundings. The group of girls that always followed him around were not around and Harry could relax his guard, for now. As he was about to take another bite, tensed he up and his eyes narrowed in caution. He felt a rather strong killing intent, and it was directed at him? He shot a lock at his friend who was still eating, or maybe at Naruto?
He tired to concentrate on the aura and let his sense lead . From the Academy building, but he wasn't fast enough, the only thing that he managed to catch was light blue hair, as the person walked away from the window.
"Eh, you don't need to take your shoes of, just come in" Naruto said as he lead him in his apartment. Academy just ended and as they were on their way to Ichiraku began it to rain heavily, so they changed their route -to the charging of Naruto- to the blondes apartment as it was the nearest.
Harry blinked, it was a one room apartment, smaller than his, but enough space for one person. He took time to observe it with a critical eye while Naruto went to fetch some towels. At the first glance looked it okay enough, but then noticed he the cracked walls, the stench, and some moldy corners, not to mention that the room wasn't heathen and rather cold.
His eyes narrowed in suspicion, Naruto did mumble that the landlord sometimes changed the locks without reason or just cuts of the electricity. It's something that Harry still doesn't understand, why do the villagers hate Naruto that much? When the two of them first began to hang out, gave them many people the wide berth or evil eyes, some even took him aside and warned him off Naruto, but never telling why.
"Oy, Sasuke!" The irritated voice brought him from his day dreams and he looked questioning up.
"I was asking if you want pork or miso ramen?" He said and waved two cups of instant ramen.
"Pork" He answered shortly and noticed the towel in his hands, when did he get it? Shrugging, he driedhis hair and sat down on the table. Plan already forming in his mind.
Harry bid Naruto a goodbye but instead of walking to his apartment turned he to the opposite direction.
To the Hokage's office.
Arriving before the door, took Harry a deep breath in preparation but just as he was about to knock on the office door, opened it seemingly from alone.
Harry looked up surprised and his eyes promptly widened.
"Moody" He spoke before he could stop himself. The man, was not the old veteran auror, but he had the same cautious look and together with the scars and the air around him, reminded he him strongly of Mad-Eye.
"moody?" The man repeated as he glanced down at him.
"moody?" Harry asked with false bewilderment and the man glared at him.
"You just called me moody" He explained gruff and Harry blinked.
"What?" He frowned confused. "Why should I call you that?" Harry asked, taken back.
The man growled at him "That's something I would like to know!" The man growled.
"Well, that must be a strange person, calling people moody, kind of rude, isn't it?" Harry said as he shook his head sympathetic.
The man before him twitched dangerously, like he wanted to strangle him, but luck was today on Harry's side as the Hokage, who observed the interaction quietly, decided to interferer.
"Ibiki, I think Anko is growing roots waiting for you, why don't you leave the boy alone. I'm sure it was some kind of misunderstanding" He reasoned with a kind smile.
The scared man, just nodded gruffly and walked away, but not before giving Harry one last hard glare and the former wizard couldn't help himself as his face broke into a grin. "Constant Vigilance!" He shouted after him with a cackle, amusement alight in his eyes.
The cleaning of a throat brought him back to reality.
"What brings you here, Sasuke-kun?" Sarutobi asked friendly, choosing to ignore the happenings before, and Harry closed the door as he stepped up to the desk.
"You're the guardian of Naruto, aren't you?" Harry asked bluntly, without warning and the aged man watched him confused.
"Why do you want to know?"
Harry sighed and moved a hand through his hair. "Did you take a good look at the living environment of Naruto?"
"Is there a problem with it?" He countered back, obviously perplexed to what Harry wanted from him. The orphan clenched his hands on his sides.
"Problem?" He repeated, temper rising. "Oh, no!" He denied sarcastic. "There is no problem if the apartment is half moldy, or that the landlord has the same grudge, the rest of the villager shown! It's no problem that Naruto, Merlins knows how often, was locked out because the landlord forgot to mention to Naruto that he changed the locks and he forgot to turn on the electricity, so, no, I see no problem" He added bitingly, irritated at how Naruto was treated and how everyone turned a blind eye on it.
The Hokage before him reacted not like he had expected, he sighed troubled.
Dumbledore thought he bitter, it was the same face Dumbledore managed to pull off. How it sickens him, the guilt ridden face of someone who saw but did nothing. Who knows but thinks nothing. Who understands but doesn't explain.
"I see, so he did not take my warnings serious" He mumbled out, a small sad smile grew on his face "Naruto certainly found a good friend in you Sasuke-kun" The Hokage praised him.
Harry just stared stubbornly back and the man sighed again, troubled.
"I'm really sorry, but you see, Naruto's situation is very special and I just-"
"That's pure child abuse!" Harry interrupted hard, forgetting in his anger and annoyance just who was before him, not noticing how Sarutobi visibly flinched at his words "I don't know how blind one must be to not see it. What's the villages problem with Naruto?! What the fucking hell did he do that they are threatening him like that!? To deserve this?!" The situation demanded some swearing. "Because I really like to know! Certainly, he can be annoying, but that doesn't make him a demon!" He ranted, forgetting all about why he came here. "And doesn't Naruto see you as some grandfather figure? Why the bleeding fuck do you allow it to happen?!" Harry may be forgetting who he was rude to, but the 'grandfather' didn't.
"Uchiha-kun!" Sarutobi said sternly, the use of his family name brought Harry out of his stupor and memories of a scolding Fugaku flashed before him. "I allow many things, but that's enough!" He reprimanded further with a heavy, angry air around him.
Harry flinched a bit back, but wasn't deterred. Naruto was his friend, no child should be threatened like that. A staring contest ensued and Harry wasn't willing to lose it. He couldn't lose this.
"I apologize Hogake-sama, but I just don't understand why you allow this." He spoke as he tried to force his uncontrollable temper down.
"I understand Sasuke-kun, but shouting at me will not help anyone" The man lectured.
"But it gets attention, no? If i would just quietly walk in here and speak in a monotone voice, who would take notice? Who can I move without emotions? Without shaking the people awake?" He asked, voice serious. "I know I'm just a kid, but that's something I know because I'm a kid."
The aged leader gazed at him for a moment, then nodded satisfied. "I understand,"He repeated again and waited for a moment, as if to test him if he remained quiet. "But it's like I said. Naruto's situation is special, I can't tell you more." He explained "I will talk with his landlord and make sure that this won't happen again." He added gently, trying to reassure the Uchiha that it will be taken care of.
Harry was unsatisfied but let it go, he couldn't pull a rank on the Hokage.
"Well, I had a different suggestion. It was the main reason I came here" He said -inwardly feeling a bit sheepish, now that his anger cooled down- and spoke further as he had the attention of the older. "I thought that Naruto could live in a apartment besides mine" He explained "The apartments are in good condition and the whole house is, besides me, empty. That means there would be no annoying villagers that make Naruto's live hard"
It was easy to persuade Naruto to move in besides him. He just needed to show Naruto that it wasn't out of pity, so it was a week later that Naruto successfully moved in to the apartment besides that of Harry. It was a bit smaller, but Naruto declined moving in to the bigger one in the lower floor.
Harry was especially grateful for the help of Umino Iruka because even if Naruto's old apartment was small, he had surprisingly a lot of things. So it was only now in the evening that they were finished and sat together to celebrate. Ichirakus even gave them a rebate as Naruto and Iruka were one of the regulars.
"You know, I was at first skeptical, when I heard that you two became friends" The teacher spoke rather open. Naruto looked up with a small frown.
"Eh? Nande? (2)" The smaller boy asked between his slurping.
Iruka shot Harry a small look and the reborn soul understood. Harry was from the Uchiha clan, a elite clan of snobs, like the pure-bloods in Britain. It was easy to picture Harry as a arrogant clan heir, who would not interact with someone 'lower than him'. Together with the stress of the massacre...It was really understandable that people didn't had the best opinion of him, of course it wasn't like it was something new.
Iruko smiled at the them "Well, I thought that Sasuke-kun wouldn't spend time with someone as simple minded as our Naruto here." He said with fake seriousness. Naruto, of course being Naruto, didn't see it and reacted indignantly.
"EHh?! You're saying I'm dumb?!" He shouted with a full mouth and Iruka laughed.
It was already night and the stars shined brightly on the night sky. Contend and with full stomachs waved Harry and Naruto goodbye to Iruka.
Harry tried to suppress a yawn that threatened to split his mouth open as they walked to their apartments. Naruto one the other side was quite content with happy giggles leaving his mouth and Harry couldn't hid his own smile at the warm and content expression on his friends face. They walked in silence, both in their own thoughts.
The former hero looked up at the starry sky. He again was a orphan, but this time he will do it right. The first steps were made and Naruto was just the first person of a new family, a new chance.
There was still the matter with Itachi, but at the moment had he no clues for the why. The only evidence he had that Itachi really didn't turn crazy, was the suspicious acting of his clan, and his own believe that his brother wouldn't do such a think without reason.
Harry was no saint, and he knew that his family were no saints. But what permitted the slaughter of all those people? What did they do? Not all members of the Uchiha clan were Shinobi, there were civilians as well. Why were they killed? Why did Itachi kill them all? How did he kill them off? The older boy was strong -he was a ANBU captain- but how did he managed to kill them all and that seemingly without injuries? And from what Itachi has shown him, with the Tsukiyomi, did his Parents not resist. They didn't resist, they didn't fight with him, Itachi was a ANBU, but they were both of jonin-rank. So why?
He sighed and let his head fall back, no use in thinking about it, or he will be the one who will turn crazy in the end.
"Hey, Sasuke?" Naruto spoke from his side, unusual quite.
"Hmm?" Harry hummed.
"Thank you" The words were whispered and Harry didn't need to ask for what he was thanking so he just hummed again in acknowledgment.
The rest of the walk home was spent in a comfortable silence.
(1) Haori: is a hip- or thigh (sometimes knee)-length kimono-like jacket. (In Harsuke's case it's thigh-lengt). It's practically the green coat Tsunade always wears.
(2) Nande?: Why?, also How?
Author Note:
Sasuke's clothes: I wanted to give Harsuke different clothes, as a kind of symbol that he is different from canon-Sasuke.
As for the chapter, I myself found it quite a boring one. I tried to give it some fire with the added argumentation with Sarutobi, but it didn't quite turn out like I imagined it. Maybe I will, when I find the time, rewrite it. The chapter as a whole did not really flow and it was a bit short, but no master fell from the sky and I try to improve as fast as possible.
(Edited Version 1.2 (I thank the reviewers especially Fluehatraya and IngridUlfsdatter and the many others-i try to find time to answer you all-for the small grammar lesson. Yeah, I suppose it's like I said before, what sounds for me alright is pretty messed up for others) I try to improve. I know how such errors can cause the reading flow to stock and make it irritating.)