Magic Ramen-no-Jutsu

AN: Wow my first Naruto fanfic…and my first Harry Potter fanfic….and I'm combining the two fandoms. Reverse harem, Female Harry Potter jumps into the Naruto Verse. Adventures. Woo. Looking for a Beta though!

Rating: T for now, M possibly for future chapters but not sure. Rating may be subject to change

Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor.

Planned Pairings (List may expand and I use this term loosely. It may lead to a friendship or sibling-like relationship depending on the story's path): FemHarry/Naruto, FemHarry/Kakashi, FemHarry/Shikamaru, FemHarry/Shino, FemHarry/Neji, FemHarry/Chouji, FemHarry/Kiba, FemHarry/Gaara, FemHarry/Iruka, FemHarry/Asuma.

Summary: If Harry were being honest with herself, she would have said that yes, accidents happen in magic. It's what made magic, well, magic. But nothing could've allowed her to predict that magic would've transported her into the body of the daughter of a Ramen Stand of Konoha. Now finding herself living the routine of a restaurant waitress, Ayame must struggle between hiding her magical ways, adjusting to life in a shinobi village and warding off the unwanted attention of multiple ninja. She's not quite sure which will be the bigger task. [Fem!Harry, Reverse Harem, Final Pairing Undecided]

Chapter 1: Bugger

Apparating was a fickle type of magic

And Harriet, or Harry as she preferred, knew she probably should've listened to at least one of the myriad of lectures that Hermione had given her on this particular subject.

But try as she might, Harry could never quite find it in herself to actually turn her "listening ears" on as Hermione drabbled on about the complexities of the magic for their term paper. She twiddled with her quill as Hermione droned on and on and on about a subject she herself was okay at casting. If she was being quite honest, she had begun to hear Hermione's lectures as white noise.

White noise that she had become so accustomed to hearing especially in the library while she fiddled with the corners of the pages of A History of Magic and tucked a lock of her long black hair behind her ear that she barely batted an eyelash when Hermione did not draw breathe after the 50th consecutive sentence.

And this was routine for Harry Potter, now a returning 7th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After classes, the pair would head straight to the library, cast a Muffilato Charm and hide themselves away from the wandering curious eyes of Hogwarts classmates.

The Heroines

They would alternate between doing their school work, basking in comfortable silence and writing letters to their loved ones ensuring that they had kept their peace of mind, especially the other third of the golden trio- Ronald Weasley, who had decided not to return to school.

You're bloody mad, the pair of ya'

Maybe he's right

The thought had crossed her mind a couple of times. After all, she technically didn't have to take Potions anymore, or Transfiguration, or History of Magic.

She had basically written the book on Defense Against the Dark Arts

She found herself daydreaming more than learning anything new on magic. Nothing in particular, truly, no heart aching what-ifs, no wishful thinking, no redoing the past.

She daydreamed about food. What she was going to have for dinner, what she might ask one of the house-elves to whip up if she felt like sneaking into the kitchens late at night. She imagined feasting on peanut butter sandwiches with nice peace tea at that exact moment. Hermione's lectures just happened to be the perfect background music to her very plain boring daydreams

In spite of the boredom, Harriet Lily Potter, The-Girl-Who-Lived, Oath Keeper, the Savior of the Wizarding World, found comfort in her best friend's prattling and high-pitched screeches about the proper hand movement for the magic on account of schoolwork.

One of the little things in life she had begun to appreciate after the war

The war

The war, which had taken so much from both young girls-now-woman, and everyone who lived in the haunted halls of Hogwarts

Despite the victory, a blow had been dealt, loved-ones had been lost, lives had been altered forever, and magic could never truly be the same.

So could you, in good conscience, blame a girl for not paying attention to the details?

Not to get ahead of ourselves, however, let us backtrack to the original point.

Apparition was a fickle magic.

Complicated, Complex, Arduous, Unpredictable (in Harry's experience) and many other adjectives

Form of wandless magic, no incantation necessary: simply think of the desired location in mind and you would disappear from one place and reappear almost instantly in the other. Simple.

Simple was, unfortunately, not a word in Harry Potter's dictionary

And part of her wished she had just simply listened to Hermione Granger

Perhaps she wouldn't have found herself in this mess...

It had been a week

It had been a week since she began sweeping the floor of a restaurant as several men and women; all wearing open-toed combat boots (the counter intuitiveness of this astounded her) clambered in to slurp on the saltiest mix of noodles and broth Harry had ever let her tongue experience and barked loudly to each other about the successes of killing people on missions.

To say her smile was strained and that she had a little twitch in her left cheek was an understatement

As she cleaned the floor from the amalgamation of dirt, sweat, and paper towels, perspiration starting to form as well as the mounting frustration that rose in the pit of her stomach in regards to her situation, she took a leaf from Neville Longbottom's book and cursed herself

Bugger, why is it always me?

Why did it have to be her of all witches and wizards to completely botch up apparition at such colossal and unholy levels?

Why couldn't she catch a break?

Why?!

She had, however, over the course of the week pieced together an explanation that let her sleep at night

It must have happened the very same night Hermione had been explaining to her the complexity of Apparation, it's origins and it's limitations.

She had heard the word "unknown" and "untested" spoken a couple of times by Hermione and that has stuck with her as she returned to the Gryffindor common room alone that night, while Hermione remained in the library, to finish writing the rest of her essay. She needed a change of scenery, the day to day grind of Hogwarts was starting to get to her. Yet there was little she could, it was all she knew

She plopped herself in one of the red couches and she sighed in comfort, nestling herself in between the textbooks and parchment that surrounded her. the warm glow of the fireplace caught her attention, and the silence was soothing.

There was nobody else in the common room except Dennis, Colin Creevey's younger brother, a muggleborn who had a hero worship complex like his older brother but in age and experience had the self-restraint to not piss himself at the sight of her. Despite this assessment, Harry could feel the glances he tried to sneak at her over the book he was reading. On closer inspection, the cover was much too colorful to be a book from the library or any book in general on magic (the world of magic had a very distinct brown, purple and black color accent for their novels). She squinted her eyes, out of pure curiosity, and mouthed out the title "Naruto Volume 1?".

Perhaps she had been a little too loud, Dennis's eyes had perked up and he began to chirp "Oh, I'm reading a manga! It's kind of like a comic book made by Japanese Artist. It's about a ninja and the ninja world. It's really quite good though! Just started from my understanding but I'm really starting to get into it! Although I should probably work on my schoolwork, but I thought I could take a break! I know Naruto is a muggle thing but it's really quite good!" he smiled, and she gave him a small one in return and returned to her parchment.

She had heard about it, vaguely, something about orange and never giving up. Harry could never quite understand the hype over comic books but she found it amusing. The muggle side of her, the Harry who was never a witch, enjoyed the thought of lazing in a cafe somewhere and just reading a comic book like Dennis was at that moment, not worrying about schoolwork but only worrying about the fates of fictional characters.

Must be nice to lose yourself in a book like that

She smiled at the thought

You know what? Screw apparation homework. You deserve to have some fun and relax Harriet Lily Potter

With that in mind, she slammed her textbook and ran out of the common room. Shouting her thanks to a pink-eared Dennis, over her shoulder and ran down the corridors towards her destination

"Apparation can be said to be like the room of requirement, things appear out of nowhere. That be a nice start" she mused to herself, and ran faster.

Slowing down at her destination, the corridor was dark with only the moonlight lighting her path. She needn't be worried , however, she knew the area by heart and knew exactly what to do despite light not showing her the way

"Tap brick three times and ask permission to enter"

With that a doorway formed and Harry turned the doorknob to enter

I love magic

Hogwarts was a curious building, despite the wreckage brought by the war, the building almost seemed to be alive and seemed to be healing. Constantly rebuilding and remodeling itself to the point where even Harry, who had lived in the halls for 7 years, still marveled at every new discovery. Just as she marveled at the new room of requirement. The successor to the one she had inadvertently destroyed during the war.

Much in the same, but so very different at the same time

Unknown and Untested

She imagined that this would be the perfect place to test out that reading a book in a cafe daydream of hers that sprung up.

If Ron could hear how she wanted to read a book for fun she could almost here is howling now

Purge the thought

And of course, like magic, the room began to transform into a tranquil and quaint French Cafe with hot chocolate and biscuits laid out along with a copy of Naruto Volume 1

Weird, I guess it was part of my subconscious when I asked the room to change

Ah well

And with that Harry sat herself on a chair and opened the first pages of this comic book, only to find herself having to backtrack and read the book "backwards" in order to fully understand what was going on. With a murmur she began to read the book in one hand and twiddled with fingers with a lock of her hair.

I could get used to this

Then Harry was stupid

Stupid, foolish and careless

Bloody Hell she wanted to slap herself

Because as she became engrossed in the story of Naruto, on the page where Naruto was eating at the ramen stand with his mentor Iruka, when she began to wave her hand in the same manner she would've if she wanted to apparate. She giggled at one joke and felt a pulse

And then...

You disappear from one place and appear in another

Only takes a bit of magic pulse

Unknown and Untested

Darkness

1+1 = window

And Harry was no longer in the Room of Requirement

Bugger it Bugger it Bugger it

Harry slammed her head on the counter of the restaurant in complete shame at her idiocy. Never mind the mechanics of the magic that had brought her here. Never mind what divine intervention saw that she needed to be in this world. Because in short Harry Potter was no longer at Hogwarts, Harry Potter was in-

"-Ayame? Are you alright my dear?"

A comforting warm calloused hand found its way on to her head, not unlike the hands of Remus or Sirius, that shook her out of her reverie. Lifting her head off the counter, Ayame looked up with a watery smile and nodded her head.

"I'm alright Fa-Tou-chan. I'm just tired"

Teuchi's eyebrows furrowed together

"You've been off all week Ayame, are you sure you're okay? Are you still feeling sick?" he exclaimed worriedly

That's because I'm not-

"Yeah I'm okay, but resting sounds like a good idea Tou-chan. Thank you"

"Of course" He smiled warmly at her "Feel better soon dear"

Thus, Harry pursed her lips together, and found her way to the back room of Ichiraku Ramen

Yes, Harry Potter was no longer at Hogwarts, Harry Potter was in the world of Naruto. Specifically, the village hidden in the leaves-Konoha

Merlin's Beard, this sounds like a poorly written fiction novel

It had been a week since she found herself in the body of another, been a week since she had found that she had replaced Ayame- A seemingly sweet and innocent daughter of an equally kind-hearted father and owner of Ichiraku Ramen.

When she had first discovered she was no longer in the room of requirement was when she had awoken on a mat on the floor in the middle of the night. In the darkness, fear gripped her heart. She had felt the whoosh of magic, the tightness and stretching, and was bewildered and frightened to find herself not in the room of requirement. She had screamed of course, which only alerted Teuchi to her distress, which only made her scream some more about where she was, who he was, why she was here. It was in the hysterics that Teuchi clasped his hands around hers in comfort that she first noticed her hands. They were pale, far too pale to be hers. Barely any callouses, and where was her scar?

I must not tell lies

It was gone

A strand of hair fell over her eyes.

Weird. I'm not a brunette...

A closer look at the distressed man in front of her allowed her to see the worried look of a Japanese man well into his 40s

Why is he looking at me like that?

Like he cares...

She freed herself from his grasp and ran blindly through the darkness. Stumbling down the stairs and out the closest door. It was raining that night and the thunder illuminated the town. She stumbled on a puddle and when she came too she looked at her reflection and gasped. She no longer had her green eyes, or messy black hair, and she could see without glasses.

Before her, could only be the reflection of...

"THE WAITRESS GIRL FROM THAT COMIC BOOK SERIES?!"

And promptly fainted

When she came too, she found herself in the hospital, her distressed "father" hovering over her asking her if she was alright while nurses surrounded her asking her how she was feeling. She merely replied by asking him if this was a dream. When he shook his head slowly. She closed her eyes in frustration.

Harry wondered, however, that if magic transported her here magic could take her back

She tried to wave her hands around to aparate out of the godforsaken hospital

Take me back Take me back Take me back

Opened her eyes and no dice

Damn it, of course when I actually want to it doesn't work

Proceeding to pinch her nose

She had composed herself afterwards, told a flimsy excuse that it she felt it was a fever and that she had hit her head earlier that day which may have given her a concussion, and her "father" seemed sated for the time being as nurses said that her vital signs seemed all good. They both returned to their household, Harry seeming stiff but for obvious reasons. She attempted to replay the last 24 hours of her life. She remembered reading the manga, she remembered the first couple of chapters, the streets for which she once saw in pencil and paper were now remembered the couple of scenes in which Teuchi starred in, she wondered if he knew he was merely a fictional character

But what does that make me?

For the next week, Harry attempted to solve this answer, as she shuffled with her duties towards her "father". The only man she could truly trust in this unexplored, unknown world. She had fumbled occasionally, not getting the ingredients right, not knowing where the cleaning supplies were, or which direction to walk in. Though her father took notice, it seemed that all of her confusion could be attributed to her concussion.

And each night that Harry went to bed, she prayed to the makers and gods that she would wake up in the room of requirement to which she belonged. Or that her magic would be strong enough to take her back

Many failed attempts

No such luck

Bugger

It had been a week and there was no change

She was stuck

She was a waitress in an untested world

She had no way of going back

Merlin what a headache

AN: Thoughts? Criticisms? Feedback? Reviews?

This marks the beginning of what I hope will be an enjoyable and long chaptered fic.

Chapter one's often introduce the concept and lore of how a character crosses over and the next couple chapters build up to how the character gets used to the new world. I've completely skipped ahead to one week because I find stuff like that to be rather boring to read and I'm jumping to the good stuff.

As I've said, this is a romance/drama/humor story and it is a reverse harem but of course I would like a final pairing in the end (I'm not going down that polyamory route) and would love reader input on this. Thus I encourage reviews galore for this, simply to improve the path of this story and where it leads up. Suggestions for "pairings" or member of the reverse harem will also be taken into consideration

I picked female Harry Potter because…well, I love the idea of it. Hermione is one of my die-hard female characters but I'd love to see how a female like Harry Potter (whose so down-to-earth and has this magnetism she/he is oblivious too and thus is socially out of his/her depth) would interact with male characters. Making a female character isn't simply slapping the label and describing her physical features. Some personality traits will emerge that I, myself being a girl, will write that may seem a bit out of character in the male Harry potter but bear with me. I'm going to try and keep the characterizations of all these characters as "in" character as possible. Being Ayame affords Harry the opportunity to skip trying to explain her existence in this world, instead she'll have to struggle between who she really is and who Ayame is supposed to be. I've taken some liberties with the Canon but hope that won't be too dreadful

Thanks for taking the time to read this story and if possible author note. I'd really appreciate a review and I'm going to add a preview for the next chapter. Not sure when I'm going to be updating, probably next week? Anyway thanks!

Preview Chapter 2: Blue Eyes

"What was it about blue or green eyes that seemed to elicit such emotional reactions?"