Hello, again! I back to this one finally. Things haven't exactly been going in my favor these past few days, but now I have a chance at this again.

Now, the official start of the story will be during Harry Potter's third year, after Naruto and Sasuke's VotE fight. Although, unlike my other stories, Sasuke is a boy and actually nice (for the record, I prefer 'needing a wake-up call' in comparison to 'bashing', although it doesn't mean that certain characters will actually 'wake-up'). He was assigned the mission of infiltrating Orochimaru's operation until he can kill the Snake Sannin, but things didn't go as planned. Forcing the two to fight far worse than they actually would've. All I'll say at this time.

Underlined is straight from original for story purposes. NOTHING ELSE! OTHERWISE IT IS STRICTLY MY IDEA!

Bold and Italicized is in a different language to the main language.

Don't own Harry Potter or Naruto.

Who are you?

"JADE!"

"Harry! Harry! Are you are alright?"

Someone was slapping his face.

"W-what?"

Harry opened his eyes: there were lanterns above him, and the floor was shaking – the Hogwarts Express was moving again and the lights had come back on. He seemed to have slid out of his seat onto the floor. Ron and Hermione were kneeling next to him, and above them he could see Neville and Professor Lupin watching. Harry felt very sick; when he put up his hand to push his glasses back on, he felt cold sweat on his face.

Ron and Hermione heaved him back onto his seat.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked nervously.

"Yeah," said Harry, looking quickly toward the door. The hooded creature had vanished. "What happened? Where's that – that thing? Who screamed?"

"No one screamed," said Ron, more nervously still.

Harry looked around the bright compartment. Ginny and Neville looked back at him, both very pale.

"But I heard screaming-"

A loud snap made them all jump. Professor Lupin was breaking an enormous slab of chocolate into pieces.

"Here," he said to Harry, handing him a particularly large piece. "Eat it. It'll help."

Harry took the chocolate but didn't eat it.

"What was that thing?" he asked Lupin.

"A dementor," said Lupin, who was now giving chocolate to everyone else. "One of the dementors of Azkaban."

Everyone stared at him. Professor Lupin crumpled up the empty chocolate wrapper and put it in his pocket.

"Eat," he repeated. "It'll help. I need to speak to the driver, excuse me..."

He strolled past Harry and disappeared into the corridor.

"Are you sure you're okay, Harry?" said Hermione, watching Harry anxiously.

"I don't get it... What happened?" said Harry, wiping more sweat off his face.

"Well – that thing – the dementor – stood there and looked around (I mean, I think it did, I couldn't see its face) – and you – you-"

"I thought you were having a fit or something," said Ron, who still looked scared. "You went sort of rigid and fell out of your seat and started twitching-"

"And Professor Lupin stepped over you, and walked toward the dementor, and pulled out his wand," said Hermione, "and he said 'None of us is hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks. Go.' But the dementor didn't move, so Lupin muttered something, and a silvery thing shot out of his wand at it, and it turned around and sort of glided away..."

"It was horrible," said Neville, in a higher voice than usual. "Did you feel how cold it got when it came in?"

"I felt weird," said Ron, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably. "Like I'd never be cheerful again..."

Ginny, who was huddled in her corner looking nearly as bad as Harry felt, gave a small sob; Hermione went over and put a comforting arm around her.

"But didn't any of you – fall off your seats?" said Harry awkwardly.

"No," said Ron, looking anxiously at Harry again. "Ginny was shaking like mad, though..."

Harry didn't understand. He felt weak and shivery, as though he were recovering from a bad bout of flu; he also felt the beginnings of shame. Why had he gone to pieces like that, when no one else had?

And why did the woman I heard call out Jade?

Professor Lupin had come back. He paused as he entered, looked around, and said, with a small smile, "I haven't poisoned that chocolate, you know..."

Harry took a bit and to his great surprise felt warth spread suddenly to the tips of his fingers and toes.

"We'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes," said Professor Lupin. "Are you all right, Harry?"

Harry didn't ask how Professor Lupin knew his name.

"Fine," he muttered, embarrassed.

They didn't talk much during the remainder of the journey. At long last, the train stopped at Hogsmeade station, and there was a great scramble to get outside; owls hooted, cats meowed, and Neville's pet toad croaked loudly from under his hat. It was freezing on the tiny platform; rain was dring down in icy sheets.

"Firs' years this way!" called a familiar voice. Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned and saw the gigantic outline of Hagrid at the other end of the platform, beckoning the terrified-looking new students forward for their traditional journey across the lake.

"All righ', you three?" Hagrid yelled over the heads of the crowd. They waved at him, but had no chance to speak to him because the mass of people around them was shunting them away along the platform and out onto a rough mud track, where at least a hundred stagecoaches awaited the remaining students, each pulled, Harry could only assume, by an invisible horse, because when they climbed inside and shut the door, the coach set off all by itself, bumping and swaying in procession.

The coach smelled faintly of mold and straw. Harry felt better since the chocolate, but still weak. Ron and Hermione kept looking at him sideways, as though frightened he might collapse again.

As the carriage trundle toward a pair of magnificent wrought iron gates, flanked with stone columns topped with winged boars, Harry saw two more towering, hooded dementors, standing guard on either side. A wave of cold sickness threatened to engulf him again; he leaned back into the lumpy seat and closed his eyes until they had passed the gates. The carriage picked up speed on the long sloping drive up to the castle; Hermione was leaning out of the tiny window, watching the many turrets and towers draw. At last, the carriage swayed to a halt, and Hermione and Ron got out.

As Harry stepped down, a scream sounded to the left of him. Turning, he saw just what caused the scream, and almost caused him to throw his last few meals back up.

A boy, limping his way to them. Clothes torn and ragged, body matted with blood, left arm hanging loosely by his side, head leaning forward shadowing his face. But what caused the scream was the big, somewhat gaping hole in his chest, easily showing that a quarter of his heart and half of his left lung were missing. But even with blood still coursing out of he wound, it barely slowed the boy's progress. Harry's breakfast was only stopped from returning when some other parts of the boy were revealed as he came closer into the light. His hands were black and clawed, and two animal ears and tail, seemingly made out of black smoke, were on his head and on his lower back.

"He...hel...help Naru...to..." said the boy in a strange, guttural tone.

Shaking his head, Harry hurried over and took a hold of the boy's good arm, and wrapped it around his shoulders.

"Come on, you need to see Madam Pomfrey." said Harry, hoping that the boy would understand what he was saying.

"Th...than... thank you..." said the boy as they made their way into the castle, followed closely by Hermione who attempted to help. Thankfully the boy accepted her help.

They didn't quite make it far beyond the door of the Great Hall before a voice called, "Potter! Granger! What happened?"

Harry and Hermione turned around, surprised. Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration and head of Gryffindor House, was calling over the heads of the crowd. She was a stern-looking witch who wore her hair in a tight bun; her sharp eyes were framed with square spectacles. Harry fought his way over to her with a feeling of foreboding: Professor McGonagall had a way of making him feel he must have done something wrong.

"I was told by Mr. Longbottom and Ms. Weasley about you two heading to the Hospital Wing with someone," she told them. "What's going on?"

"We don't know ourselves, Professor." said Harry. "He showed up and said something that we didn't understand." Although it sounded quite similar to that voice that called out 'Jade!' For some reason, it seemed like he has heard people sounding like the boy before that day. However, his thoughts were interrupted by Hermione reminding them of the boy's condition. "Harry! We need to hurry! He's still dying!"

"I'll be going with you." said Professor McGonagall. "I do have a few things I'd like to discuss with the two of you. This will just make it easier." With that, she ushered Harry and Hermione away from the staring crowd and to the Hospital Wing. Once they were safely in the Hospital Wing, Harry and Hermione quickly set the boy gently down on one of the beds while Professor McGonagall summoned the nurse, Madam Pomfrey, to help save him. Although none of them had any idea how the boy was still breathing when he should've already been dead.

"I should've known that you would show up in here, Mr. Potter." said Madam Pomfrey "But thankfully you're not the patient this time."

"P...posi...tive...en..." the boy said shallowly, barely breathing yet not gone.

Not wasting anymore time, she went straight over and started working on the boy. Or rather attempted to, finding something blocking her attempts to work.

"Something's wrong," she told the others "I'm trying to heal him, but something is blocking my attempts to do so." Madam Pomfrey couldn't believe what she was seeing. A strange black and white energy surrounded the wound, stopping her spells from working. She idly noted that there was less white compared to black.

"But that's impossible!" cried Hermione "How can he resist your spells?!"

"Pea... peace...hea...rt..." While the ladies were trying to understand the situation before it was too late, Harry felt something rather strange come over him after he heard the boy try to speak again. Clear the pain from his heart. A soft voice called in his head. Before he really knew it, he was moving over and holding the hand of the strange boy. Then he closed his eyes and concentrated, bringing the feelings of peace and happiness he gained during his time at Hogwarts to the forefront. Surprisingly enough, it worked.

A few moments later, the white energy surrounding the boy's wound started seemingly overpowering the black. And before their eyes, the wound slowly started to close a bit.

"I don't believe it." exclaimed Madam Pomfrey "Mr. Potter's somehow managing to help him, but how?"

"Heal...heart..." said the boy, slowly moving his free hand to the wound. "Waken...Naruto..." Raising his hand to the lamps, Hermione was finally beginning to understand what Harry was doing. Grabbing the boy's free hand, she said "You need help getting back into the light, don't you?" Despite the trouble they had with understanding each other, the boy finally opened his eyes somewhat, revealing blackened eyes that were slowly but surely turning into normal blue eyes. "Light...peace...heal..."

"Don't worry," said Hermione "Just don't give up on us, and we'll not have to give up on you."

"...Thank you..." said the boy, before closing his eyes and breathing in a better state, as though he was just sleeping. However, it wasn't too long before Harry and Hermione were sent on their way to the Great Hall for the Welcoming Feast. But not before Professor McGonagall privately gave something to Hermione. To help, Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall set up a few items such as flowers and some sunlight. They then headed for the Great Hall as well, not really able to focus fully on him for the rest of the night. So it wasn't until early the next morning before they checked on him again. Which was right after a voice sounded through the boy's head, waking him up.

"NARUTO, WAKE UP!"

Hopefully I did this right. I'm trying something different from the rest of my stories. Bella doesn't quite care all that much about others, until they prove themselves. Naruko came from a military background, so she's trying to get her life back. Nikorra is more or less a free spirit, so she's not about to be tied down to things outside of her personal likes (such as her precious people). This time, Naruto is not much of a talker, prefers letting Hinata command him, and will not stop to protect his Keepers. AT ALL!

Please let me know what you think.