A/N: I need to stop buying new games and such and having inspiration hit me like a train. This story is made through the two solid days I have spent playing Deus Ex Human Revolution. Honestly, Adam Jenson is one of my favorite characters based on his personality and tone. Of course, this was made because the vast amount of Harry/Naruto Fics are, for some fucking reason, femHarry or where the Naruto crew enter Harry's world. It honestly cannot be that hard to write a well-made story where Harry, possibly with others both good and evil in tow, goes to the Naruto world and make a name for themselves. I've heard the argument against it, and in all honesty, the argument is stupid and poorly thought out. The claim is that in the Naruto world, the Shinobi use Chakra to enhance their bodies to use weapons, jutsu, and strength at a level far higher than any magical can react too. That would be true if, for not one fact. The Magical World of Harry Potter has very few rules to it, so all a writer has to do is create a magical solution to the imbalance.

Here ill give a small example. Most know that in Harry Potter, they have Runes, although out of all the scenes in the movies (Mind you I said Movies) Very little at all is seen of Runes. I can't recall a single moment where Runes were clearly referenced in a scene that held them unless it was an offhand comment about the class. Mind you, I'm not saying that writing it wouldn't be difficult, it would be difficult at first to establish it, but it should get more comfortable as you move through the chapters due to the fact that you are reinforcing new magic. However, I digress, It would be easy to claim that a branch of rune magic is the magical embedding of runes in the human body to strengthen/quicken/whatever. If you want to say Magical tattoo's that get powered by the magical core in their body or carving of the runes in the skin and using the scars to solidify them, it doesn't matter so long as a reason that can be generally accepted in given.

If not that then how about magically enchanted items that enhance the speed and strength of the user, the possibilities are endless all it required is the imagination of the writer to do it. If you ware struggling to write out a way to make them get at least on par with the Shinobi, then maybe think about giving those involved a chakra network. Whether its a fluke of how they got to the Naruto world that forced a network in their bodies and they suffered pain as it was created or simply a locked away, the network doesn't matter. Hell, you could probably say that the ambient chakra in the world was absorbed into the empty network. Especially since in the Harry Potter world, Chakra isn't needed to be alive, unlike in the Naruto world, meaning they would need to change to abide by the Naruto worlds "Laws of Physics" so to speak.

If you don't want to integrate any of those suggestions or even if you do, but you would like an extra handicap you can always make a minor cross with something that gives you a little enhancement to at least help make a step between the two that can be used to balance things. Although multi cross Fics can become very messy, if you don't be careful about them, you need to work them out beforehand.

Now how does all of this work into this little fic right here, and why mention Deus Ex. This is going to be a multi Cross fic, now the way it's developed is much more comfortable I'll be establishing a little background before jumping into the shift to the Naruto world. However, the way I am going to be doing that is a small exposition dump, mostly because I have plans to create a sole Harry Potter/Deus Ex Cross. That Cross is supposed to be, in essence, the material to pull from for some of the information on where he is when he jumps to the Naruto fic, but it works kind of like a fic I read a while ago. In the Stargate SG1 and Harry Potter crossover section, there is a fic that has a few sequels, but one of the sequels is technically a what-if scenario. It creates two branches; the first is the regular fic, where it continues through the rest of the sequels in order, but this second branch tells an entirely different story. With that in mind, this is technically the what-if scenario for a story that isn't written yet.

It's a little convoluted, but you'll understand that while they are connected, this is its own story, and the "source material" is a story that can exist all on its own. Other than that, I think I've done what I can in this simple Prologue to explain what I both believe and am going to show at this time. Also, keep in mind this is going to jump around a bit. I need to establish specific points before we get to where the story takes its turn.

As a side note, I am adjusting the timeline for the Harry Potter World. The current year, for the first section (The time when the accident happens and he's in the hospital) in this fic, is 2019, it's the summer following the tri wizard tournament. The next section is in 2022, three years later.

Prologue: Just When You Thought Your Life Couldn't Get Stranger

Harry's POV

Pain, the single word did a lot to explain everything that took hold in his mind. For a single second, the feeling was everything; for that single second, it was the only thing he could understand of this world. The second faded, and soon, his mind was able to pull from his other senses. The smell of burning something, the sounds of screams and metal grinding slowly against other metal, the sight of twisted metal tinted red with blood. It was odd that while all of these things were coming through to him aside from a lot of pain, he couldn't feel his right leg and left arm touching much of anything, he could feel his back laying on something soft, but other feelings eluded him. The screaming got louder, and he could feel something thump against the metal next to him.

"Don't worry, lad. We'll get you out of there as soon as possible. The moment those words reached his ears, he passed out.

He woke pretty quickly with a bright light above his face.

"Multiple breaks along both Tibia, the shrapnel and loss of bone material in the left limb is severe, loss of a limb is high, the right limb isn't much better, the odds are high he will never walk again. The right arm was removed at the shoulder, limb itself is lost and unrecoverable, left arm has sustained third to fourth-degree burns likelihood of amputation is very high. The right chest cavity is partially crushed, spinal injuries highly likely, loss of the right eye. Honestly, the fact this kid is even alive is a miracle itself. Even with the advanced medical tech that's come out, this is some serious damage; all this was from a car accident?" A voice asked into the silence.

"A multi-car pile up, no one really can give an answer as to what caused it, but the kid was found thrown from the vehicle with the seat, the way the seat landed was back against a wall. Honestly, that probably saved him from dying outright." Another voice said only to get a sigh.

"Alright, get him on a Propofal; we are going to need to rush, ICU has been notified, and the trauma surgeons are waiting, and it would be best to slow his heart rate." the first voice said just before he blacked out again.

It was the steady sound of beeping that brought him back to consciousness. He glanced over the ceiling above him and frowned slightly at the odd look of the ceiling. He could feel some wrapping on his head, and he went to set up and move his hand to his head. He blinked in surprise as something didn't feel right with the movements themselves, and he glanced down at his legs. He had expected to see maybe a cast or two, he was in a muggle hospital, but the sight before him filled him with fear, the feeling hit him like a truck, and the beeping in the background sped up drastically. He ignored the sound his eyes and mind locked on the sight before him. His left leg was missing, halfway down his thigh it was severed, His right leg wasn't much better, wrapped up but the wrapping was looking odd like something wasn't right with the leg.

He tried reaching out for it only to blink as he couldn't feel his right arm. He turned his head, seeing the complete lack of am arm, right where his shoulder was it was removed, it looked like something cleanly took off his arm. He glanced over the left, hoping it was still there. He saw a bandaged arm and felt the briefest flash of relief before he tried to move it only to see it barely respond. The door shot open, and two nurses and a doctor came in, the doctor was male, and only one of the nurses were female. He looked at the man in shock, and he saw the guy walk towards him quickly, laying a hand on his shoulder and keeping eye contact.

"Son, I need you to calm down, please." The man said just before he nodded to the female. He felt a small prick in his arm and could feel the tension in his body loosen and his heart that only a few seconds ago seemed to be trying to beat it's way out of his chest calmed. It took a few hours to break out of the funk he was in, but the thing that did it was when the doctor came back with lunch.

One thing that couldn't change was the fact that he had already been hungry now; he was pretty much starving for some real food and as shitty as some hospital food might be at this moment in time, it was like a five-star restaurants meal. He was digging into the meal in front of him as the doctor watched before the man sighed.

"Son, I'm going to need you to listen as I tell you some things, if at any point what I am saying is too much, we can stop and pick it up later." The Doctor said, making him slow down his eating and nod.

"From what you have noticed is that you are midding both your arm and leg." The Doctor said, making him stop and nod.

"Well, it's not that simple, your one leg was amputated due to the injuries it had, there was no way we could safely fix it without the risk of infection and death." The Doctor said, pulling the medical clipboard towards himself.

"Your other leg is currently stitched up to the best of our ability but, there is a high probability it will have to be removed, the nerve endings are shot, and the risk of infection is pretty high if it's left alone and you don't get infected it won't be useable. Your one arm was lost at the scene of the accident. From what I was told, you most likely didn't feel it be removed from your body. As for the last arm, it suffered fourth-degree burns, the damage destroyed the nerve endings in it, and with the burn damage, you will see a difficulty in moving the limb, especially some of your fingers as well as scarring." The Doctor said, looking at his hand that awkwardly held onto the fork.

"I did notice that." He said quietly, getting a small sigh from the man.

"The last thing of note is the loss of your right eye." The Doctor said as his hand tried reaching for the lost eye.

"It was reported you were in a car with your family is that correct?" The Doctor asked, distracting him for a moment and getting a small nod in return.

"Then Perhaps when your condition improves, we can go about the identification." The Doctor said, making him blink in confusion.

"Identification?" He asked, getting a grim look to take over the man's face.

"From what was reported, the other three bodies found in the vehicle were deceased, we need you to verify the bodies are those of your family." The Doctor said, making him blink as he stared at the wall.

The silence stood for a good while, and the Doctor got up to leave.

"Relatives. My mother and father died when I was a baby; those were my relatives." He said, getting a small nod from the Doctor.

"Your relatives then." The Doctor said, standing near the door.

"What do I do from here?" He asked, internally, he wasn't sure what was even going to happen in the Magical world, prosthetic limbs weren't much more than pegs.

"The Police have managed to determine that the accident was caused by a man who worked for a significant Bio-Medical company. With the Media backlash against the company that has almost gone international overnight, they had a press conference yesterday to discuss the horrible accident just three days ago." The Doctor explained as he retook his seat.

"Your case, in particular, has gotten massive headlines in the news, the loss of multiple limbs and massive damage sustained during the crash has people everywhere putting the screws to them, during the press conference the expressed a want to meet with you to see how they can help you recover and provide something to help them atone for the mistake of one of their employees." The Doctor said with a small shrug, making him stare at the man.

"Listen, if you don't feel like meeting them, I can always tell them that. You are under no obligation to see them, but if I am honest, you should meet them, see what they are offering. It won't hurt to see what they are willing to do to help you." The Doctor said before leaving him to his thoughts. Those words that suggestion was how he had his first meeting with CEO David Sarif, and the lawyer he brought along with him.

General POV

It was the sound of running that broke through the rhythmic sounds of rain. The randoms splashes of water in puddles getting hit by the heavy and quick footfalls and the heavy breathing of the individual that pulled it all off. White Helix Labs had seen better days, that much was true, and the man currently running through the streets was a researcher for the labs. He was a nobody, nothing important to his name, no massive project he carried along with him, just your regular nine to five in a genetics lab. Until he stumbled across some information buried in the database, stuff from the early nineties that people had seemingly ignore until now. In his free time, he went about remaking the little concoction in his hands, a small little experiment that might net him some massive points with the boss upstairs. You could say it would have worked, had certain elements not wanted this little experiment found. His lab had been burned to the ground, a good thing to be sure as now no one would find out exactly what he was working on.

Whatever sat in this Syringe was important enough to have people come for his head, and whatever that something was, he needed to get rid of it. He needed a more permanent way of removing it from existence than throwing it in the ocean after all someone could find it, and it would become a danger to them as well. He turned down another street and found himself outside a hospital, even in 2019 many hospitals had small furnaces to burn clothes, especially since some clothes that came in were far beyond saving. He calmly walked in his lab coat, fluttering briefly, as he moved past the blowing AC. He ignored the curious stares, and he continued through the halls. Luckily his Lab coat was close enough to a doctor's coat to allow him to walk by most people without being noticed. He heard a small shout from the front doors and froze. Whoever the hell they are found him, they found him in this hospital; the furnace was a no go, odds are they would have thought of that now.

He heard the ding of an elevator and slid through the doors punching the close button as the two men up front ran towards him. Luckily the fourth floor was already lit up, and he knew he could bounce from there to somewhere else. He moved out the doors with ease and kept calm as he walked down the rooms. At the end of the hall, a door slammed open for the stairwell, and he quickly jumped into the room on his left. He shut the door slowly so as to not bring attention to the room with the noise and watched the shadows pash by the door quickly. He glanced around the room and frowned in slight pity at the kid in the bed, Missing limbs and looking like shit. He bit his lip for a moment, technically if the kid was near death, he could inject it, and when they go to bury him, the serum would be lost with the body. He moved over and slowly slipped the needle into the kids' skin.

What he was doing would no doubt send him to hell, but if it kept whoever wanted this stuff from getting it, who cared. He pulled the empty syringe away and slipped out the doors after checking the hall. He ran for the stairwell only to stop as two men walked out of it holding pistols. "Fuck." He said with a small sigh as the guns fired. He held up his hands and smiled slightly as the syringe shattered, making it seem like it would have sprayed over him instead of letting them see it was empty. And the impact of several bullets kicked him back. The knowledge of what he did would die with him, the understanding of how he thought he doomed a kid to death, but actually saved him would be lost. The average face of a lab job died, and in the end, that's just how it is sometimes.

Harry's POV

It was several days later he found himself face to face with David Sarif. The man seemed enthusiastic at first until getting a good look at the kid one of his employees had managed to mutilate in an accident.

"Thank you for meeting with me," David said, his voice softer than was usual. He stared at the man for a moment in the silence.

"Right, Sarif Industries is willing to do whatever it takes to ensure you can recover from what has happened to you due to the actions of one of our employees, just want to get that out of the way." The Lawyer said, making David nod quickly.

"So I'm just going to get down to the heart of what we are proposing. How would you like to be back to the way you were before the accident, or at least close to it." David said, making him blink in surprise.

"I'd love that, but you can't really just slap on a limb that doesn't exist." He said only to get a small grin.

"Listen, the field of Prosthetics has advanced drastically, which Sarif Industries has played no small part in. We have mechanical Prosthesis; we can give you fully functioning legs and arms, replace that missing eye, hell we can even fix some of the internal damage." David said, making him narrow his eyes at the man.

"I doubt that it is free." He said, getting a small sigh.

"You wouldn't pay a dime. What happened to you is our responsibility. We should only do what's right to make up for it." David said, making him nod slowly.

"All we would need is a signature from you," David said, handing over a lengthy contract.

"What exactly does this say?" He asked, getting a small smile.

"Its a simple release form stating that you will be given experimental prosthetics and that we are given legal freedom to perform the medical procedures necessary to give you these prosthetics, It also outlines that any advancements made will be provided to you free of charge and that if anything should happen to the prosthetics we will replace or fix the damage for no cost," David explained that simply getting a sharp look from his lawyer.

"That's a lot to be offering a kid, what exactly do you get out of it?" He asked slowly.

"A PR disaster turns to a miracle? As well as the fact that we get to test out a new line of prosthetics, something we are hoping will perform well and will help get you back to your old life." David said, making him sigh.

The Lawyer passed him a pen, a simple black and gold pen. He would never forget that pen, as it was the pen that changed his life forever, whether that was good or bad, well that's yet to be seen. Month's passed by, and months it took for his body to get used to the implants, get used to the Prosthetics. He was finally cleared to return "Home." Home, where was that? It isn't the Dursley's house, that place had been sold a month, or so back, it wasn't in the Magical world, not with the way they would react. Of course, all these thoughts all of this, they were memories, memories of just how he got to be the way he did.

No, right now, he was hunting down the remnant Death Eaters, only the worst of them, somehow even through the multiple battles and the multiple raids conducted back and forth by both sides, a good chunk of them got away. He couldn't stop now; he knew what a small force of them could do, just what they could pull off if no one was looking. So he grabbed a small group of people and went out to hunt them down. Neville denied his own involvement. The man had lost enough to them over the few years the war took. Even at the young age of seventeen like himself, the man still wanted nothing more to do with it. He could respect the man. He could respect his wish. Hermione was against trying to hunt them down, saying that cornered animals fight harder, and the risk was a bit much, and well, she did have a kid on the way. Ron didn't want to risk his wife's wrath, and that was an amazing reason not to join in.

He left with a few unknowns, Tonks and Remus just barely managed to survive, Tonks herself had several cursed scars, they wouldn't fade, and no amount of morphing would make them leave, but they weren't awful and aside from being some bad reminders of almost losing her life they went fairly unnoticed. Remus, he lost an arm, and while the man was considering a Prosthetic from the Muggle world, he wasn't sure how it would react to his transformation. Plus, they had a young boy to take care of. Honestly, he was happy for them; he was happy everyone had a good reason not to join, enough horrible memories already existed with everyone from the war. He couldn't stop though, something about it wouldn't let him, fighting is all he really knew now, and he doubted with the way he was he could just go back to a calm life. This is where that feeling put him, in the mountains of the continent, deep in the snow of Switzerland. A small team of three ministry stooges, and himself hunting down approximately seven Death Eaters.

They had the official permission of the Swiss Magic Government to be here if anything the moment they heard Death Eaters were in their country the opened the doors immediately although it did carry quite a few glares at the idea that their group had pushed them into the country. His mind wandered for a second, the small HUD fading for a second before it came back as he refocused on the world around him. These mountains were fairly famous for being a massive concentration of magic. What with a primary Nexus Layline passing through this mountain range. Laylines were treated with caution. Many stories talked about how the fabric between realities became very thin near strong Laylines, that while Rituals would be boosted, it was dangerous to do anything that might affect time or space. Of course, with the famous Potter luck rearing its ugly head, he found himself in a firefight where a small ritual group studying the effects of Time Magic was in the crossfire.

Many forget that altering time also alters space, therefore an alteration in realities and the fabric of reality. So when a ritual is interrupted with multiple spells of varying kinds, and on top of one of the world's most powerful Laylines, well shit goes sideways. It was odd swirling masses of purple formed over certain points and reality bent into those portals for a moment, some spells would be sucked away, and the ground seemed to warp slightly. Then came the massive pillar of pure magical power from the Ritual circle.

"Oh, son of a bitch." He said as everyone was sucked into it. Whatever the hell had happened, whoever the hell had done it, they were in for a world of pain once he got ahold of them, once he stopped spinning through a strange tunnel and wiping around in a way that would make even him sick. It was that very feeling that he blacked out too.

His wake up was rather rough. His HUD showed he was fine, he could feel his emergency supplies trunk on his chest still, and his clothes were still in place. He pushed himself up and tested his body. It seemed like all his Augmentations were in functioning order, even the rather dangerous ones for him to have. He glanced around and saw his wand lying in the dirt and picked it up quickly, scanning the area for anyone only to frown as all he could see is a few cobblestone pillars from the ritual site and no one else. Wherever he was, it wasn't the top of a mountain in the middle of the snow. No, he was surrounded by lush green forests, and the temperature was a comfortable heat.

"Maybe I should have listened to them when they said not to get involved." He said aloud as he found himself in another adventure.

A/N: There is it, the finished prologue. I hope you did enjoy it as now I am going to move onto the main story. It going to be a bit slow going though as everything kind of has to be thought out.