It was the first of September of the year 1995, Harry's fifth year.
Earlier in the summer, he was picked up from the Dursley's house and spent the remainder of his eventful summer at Grimmauld 12.
Why was it eventful? Because fate had decided to make his life miserable, on top of surviving from the Darkest Wizard in all of wizarding history.
Harry can tell, as of right now, that his fifth year will be just as eventful, especially since that pink toad of a professor was now the newest Defense Against Dark Arts. Harry would bet his entire Gringotts vault that Umbridge wouldn't last a full fight against Voldemort, much less against a Death Eater. He didn't even interact much with her, even at his hearing he had said the bare minimum of 15 words to her toad face.
The Sorting, now finished, was about to become the time to eat when a very girlish high-pitched noise penetrated the atmosphere.
"Hem, hem. Thank you, Dumbledore, for that inspiring speech," Professor Umbridge simpered, "Now-"
At this point, Harry along with his best mate Ron, started drowning her voice out.
Teacher or not, this one had got to be one of the worst yet. Harry considered putting her as his second most loathed teacher ever, right after that slimy git Snape.
Just as Umbridge was about to finish her ''speech'', a blue swirling portal appeared right in front of her.
Umbridge squawked a very ugly sound at the appearance.
Harry was elated at that...oops, he meant to say that he was feeling very concerned for her and hoped that Umbridge was injured.
A few minutes earlier:
Naruto and Sasuke, along with Sakura, were reunited.
The original Team 7 (along with Sai) Team 8, Team 10, and Team Gai were gathered in front of the Four Crimson Ray Barrier.
Inside the Hokage-level shield, Jyuubi (Ten Tails) raged inside trying to find its way out of it.
Tobi, now revealed to be the very much alive Obito from Kakashi-sensei's generation, observed them. No longer acknowledged to be the Rookie 9 of Konoha, they stood proudly with a air of confidence. Team 7 seems to be the leader squad amongst them all. Still, no team was better than the other. Obito wondered if it was safe to say that the four teams were all equal power-wise. No matter, he had a idea to get rid of them all in one move.
Using a combination of jumps from rock to rock in the air, he quickly made his way in front of them. All startled, Obito took advantage of it by activating Kamui.
He focused his left eye, his long-range Kamui, on the shinobi and the kunoichi. Too late, Naruto had started to form his signature Ram/Cross sign for the Kage Bunshin no Jutsu.
Their bodies warped into Obito's left eye.
Naruto, Hinata, Neji , then Tenten swirled into it. Shikamaru, Ino, Chouji, Kiba along with Akamaru quickly followed them into his eye. Shino, Sasuke, Sai and Sakura swirled after their friends. They had no time to either resist or scream. It all happened so quickly.
Obito had meant to trap them all in a genjutsu, but for some reason, his Kamui refused to do so. They disappeared into a unknown dimension shortly after being sucked in.
Oh well.
At least those brats were gone.
Obito unconsciously forgot he lost his chance to capture the Kyuubi, or Kurama.
Smoke billowed out of it, causing a tense mood to immediately fester in the Great Hall.
Was it spies from the Dark Lord? Death Eaters? Dark minions of Voldemort sent to attack Hogwarts?
All students had their wands gripped tightly in their hands. Even the first-years. They might be inexperienced, but they still had 11 years of stories tucked under their belts.
The smoke dispersed, showing the group of battered-like teens standing in front of the steadily-shrinking portal.
They all appeared to be Asian, with 6 of them having slightly-bleached black-brown hair though there were some weird hair colors standing out. A lone boy stood out with bright, pure golden hair while one of the girls had pink hair, another girl had distinct blue-black hair, while yet another girl had blonde hair that was bordering on platinum. Harry wrinkled his nose a bit at that girl's hair. Was she related, in some sort of bizarre way, to Malfoy? He really hoped not.
Shikamaru had already deducted that they were no longer at war torn Konoha, seeing that the ground was now marble slabs and not jutting pieces of rock. Neji and Hinata had already activated their Byakugan and informed their companions that the majority of people present were, for some strange reason, were clutching varying pieces of wood.
They were all tired, along as sweaty, injured, and were barely standing. They didn't have the time to ponder this new developement.
A single question arose from the eldest person alive in the room: "Who are you?"
Their response was dropping jaws at the length of his beard.