Should I feel bad about this taking a really long time? Yes. Do I? Yes.

I'm so, so sorry about the time this chapter took to get out. I wasn't sure how to end it, because I wasn't sure if I wanted to write a sequel or not. so, I ended it in away that could have a sequel if you guys wanted? ? ? ?

Disclaimer: No.

Shadows flitted across the lake; the setting sun casting a fading glow across the landscape. As night began to fall, the air grew colder, the leaves shivering in the wind. The leaves that fell softly from the trees landed on the water, disturbing the calm element.

A reflection appeared in the water, the long shadow stretching ominously across the water; darkness covering everything. There were no clouds in the sky, yet it started to rain. Small and slow, hitting the water faintly with a plop. But, then again, it wasn't rain. It was tears. The reflection was crying silently, letting the night cover them. They had been sitting at the edge of the lake since the sun had risen, not moving…

Naruto hit the ground, rolling over to lessen the impact on his ribs. He heard three more thuds as the three others landed as well. Two groans (well a groan and a wheezing sound) later, two of the four champions stood up, rubbing the bruising body parts of theirs.

Naruto sighed. Sure, the injuries would heal quickly, but the pain was not appreciated. The growl next to him signified that the demon was feeling the same way.

But that wasn't the worst or most hilarious part, in Naruto's opinion. The fact that the 'Chosen One' and the 'Saviour of the Wizarding World' was still crying over the death of someone he barely knew? That was hilarious.

Naruto was often asked if he ever felt any remorse in what he did. The answer was always no. why should he feel remorse if the villagers that he had to live with all through his child didn't have to?

He glanced over as the thud, thud of the fake? Evil? (He didn't actually know, he just knew he was lying about something) Professor Moody stomped over. Naruto's eyebrows furrowed as the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, instead of comforting the boy, dragged him off instead.

Sure, Naruto had only been here for little under a year but comforting someone didn't involve dragging them off by their underarm. If you were removing a hysterical person from the premises, the shoulder was a good place to guide them.

But, Naruto hadn't learnt everything about wizards, so maybe they had weird techniques.

However, the way Shikamaru kept glancing in the direction of the two wizards and then looking back at him had him questioning that. He nudged Kyuubi with his foot, and then did a weird head movement, trying to signal to him-

"Naruto! Just speak in Japanese!"

"Fine. Kurama? We need to check on the scar face."

"Ugh! Why?"

"Because, it's a cordial thing to do!"

Kyuubi snorted, "Nice?"

"Ugh, fine. It's my excuse to punch that fucker!"

"Good excuse? No. Innovative idea? Yes."

"What does innovative mean?"

"Good."

Harry just couldn't think straight. Through the blur of his tears, Harry could see two figures, one standing tall, directly in front of the door. The other slouched just behind.

"Troublesome."

Different voice? That wasn't Kyuubi. But, Naruto was at the front. The pain in his arm stopped him from thinking straight.

There was a loud crash, and Moody was down on the floor, scrabbling for a bottle, Naruto's friend watching bored from the corner. The said blonde was actually sitting on the deranged professor's back.

Giggling.

Then the clank of the bottle that the Professor was trying to pick up brought Harry's attention back to the… death-eater? The boy with pineapple hair had picked up the only full glass, and now Moody was screaming.

Screaming and shifting. The bubbling skin started to change. Moody grew thinner, the jacket starting to slip off his shoulder. His hair grew shorter and darker, now shifting to accommodate the new, sharp cheek- bones. The fake eye popped out and rolled on the floor, whirling away under the sofa. A cracking sound filled the room as the wooden leg fell off.

There was a small shriek as Naruto fell off the whimpering man in fits of laughter, stopping suddenly and staring blankly at the door.

He glanced over at his friend, who eyed him with distain. But before either of them could move, the door to the office slammed open, and Kyuubi stalked in followed by Professor Dumbledore and Snape.

"Oh God, Naruto. What have I told you about sitting on the victims." Kyuubi snapped at his brother. Naruto grinned back, and smirked, "Fuck you."

"Seriously, stop laughing at him."

"You're annoying," Naruto snapped back.

Dumbledore had hoisted the death-eater up and tied him onto the chair. Naruto stopped laughing and the two teachers and three exchange students surrounded him.

Snape pulled out a potion and Naruto stamped on the foot, the mouth opened, and the professor poured it down his throat.

"Who are you?" Dumbledore snarled.

The man frothed and choked, heavily swallowing before replying, "B-barty Cr-crouch… Junior."

Dumbledore didn't look impressed, "Why are you here?" he asked calmly.

"Hah… t-the Dar-dark," Barty spluttered and smirked, "Lo-lord w-will return."

Dumbledore slapped him, "He's already back."

Barty Crouch Junior then laughed manically. Just sat on his chair and laughed, not even stopping when Dumbledore pointed a wand at his throat.

He was only silenced when a knife was flung at his head, impaling the wall behind him. Everyone turned to look at Naruto, who shrugged sheepishly, "He was pissing me off."

Kyuubi snorted before dragging his brother out of the room; the other student (dressed like a pineapple) trailed slowly behind them, glancing behind him in a bored fashion.

After the three were gone, the professors huddled together whispering to eachother. Harry sank to the floor, all the energy drained out of him. He sucked in long breaths of air, trying to slow his heart beat down. Harry put his head in between his knees, willing the tightening in his stomach to go away. Glancing up through the fabric, Harry watched as the death-eater was tied to the chair, and Snape left the room to alert the aurors.

His vision blurred again, as he remembered what happened. He saw Cedric's cold body and lifeless eyes staring up at him. Harry felt the tears drip down his face, and a soft whimper escaped him.

Before he could react, he felt soft hands touch his head.

His chest.

His knees.

He felt someone rub soothingly on his hands.

He glanced up, to find Hermione and Ron sitting on either side of him, comforting him. He tried to smile, but from the looks on their faces, it most likely came out as a grimace.

"It's okay to cry, Harry," Hermione whispered softly to him, continuously rubbing his hand.

"Yeah, mate. We won't judge," Ron tried to console, his hand still resting on Harry's head.

Harry broke down, his body wracked with sobs, and with his friends by his side.

Naruto and Kurama sat by the lake, watching as the shadows stretched with the falling sun. A rustling behind them, and un-concealed chakra alerted them to the presence of Sasuke and Sakura. Naruto turned his head to the side in greeting as the two other shinobi sat down.

A few meters away, Shikamaru was lying under a tree, sleeping. His teammates, Ino and Choji sat by his side, playing a quiet game of cards. Both Kiba and Akamaru were also asleep- Kiba curled up next to the warmth of Akamaru's chest. Hinata sat silently beside him, reading a book, whilst Shino was no-where to be found.

The sand siblings had disappeared a while back, Gaara wanting to return home (news had reached them that a threat had been issued to the sand village- Gaara had been requested to return). The eldest shinobi, Neji, Lee and Tenten were guarding the castle; they were keeping a look out for any other death eaters that had broken in.

"When are we leaving?" Naruto asked, as his two other teammates settled down. Sasuke scoffed and rolled his eyes, before lying down and gazing at the clouds.

"That one looks like you," the black-haired shinobi said, pointing at a cloud. Kurama glanced up at the sky as well before snorting.

"What?" Naruto asked, glancing up as well. He then scowled slightly and punched Sasuke's arm. The cloud the bastard had been looking at was shaped into a butt shape. But before he could react again, Sakura had both him and Sasuke in a hard grip.

"Anyway," she growled, "We are leaving tomorrow."

Naruto nodded shakily, wrenching himself from Sakura's strong grip. Sighing, the girl scrubbed her face and massaged her knuckles, glancing worriedly at Naruto.

The sun started to set, and the shinobi all rose, walking wearily back to the castle.

Naruto and Kurama had discussed what was going to happen to the fox, and after a couple of minutes of arguing, they had come to an agreement. Kurama would remain in his physical form when they arrived back in Konoha. He would lay down his life for the village- he didn't mind though, he had always wanted to try Ichiraku's.

"Hey," Kiba suddenly said, "You think Potter is okay?"

"Yeah. Probably."

"Naruto, what did you do?"

Naruto just laughed.

Sakura was walking down the street, the day before her seventh birthday, when she first met Naruto. The blonde boy had been shoved out of the shop she was about to enter. Instead of ignoring the younger boy, like everyone else, Sakura stood in front of the shop keeper.

"What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing?" she hissed at him.

The shop keeper looked at her disdainfully, before replying, "The little brat was stealing from me."

"No, I wasn't!" the blonde boy yelled.

Before she could stop him, the man held the child by the throat. "Yes. You. Were."

"I was g-going to p-pay," he choked out.

Sakura leant over and picked up a pipe, bringing it up and around, slamming it into the back of the man's knees. He yelped, dropping the boy and crumpled to the floor. Sakura turned to the scruffy boy and smiled brightly.

He gave her a soft smile, "The name Naruto."

Sakura couldn't help but notice that he spoke weirdly, missing out letters and punctuation. But she didn't point it out, and instead replied with, "My name is Sakura."

Kiba had been walking some of the family dogs when first bumped into Naruto. In fact, it was more like 'tripped over' him. Because, since Kiba was basically blind, he tripped over a strange body and hit his forehead on the ground.

"Hey!" he yelled at the unconscious body. But the body made no reply. Kiba crept forward and crouched next to the body. He noticed that a few tufts of blonde hair sticking out from underneath the cloak.

Seven-year-old Kiba was an idiot. He knew he shouldn't touch things that didn't belong to him. But, this 'thing' wasn't a thing, they were a person; that made it alright to touch them.

So, Kiba touched them. The bundle let out a yelp and sat bolt up-right. Kiba was surprised to find that the bundle was a small boy.

He was short. Shorter than Kiba, with spiky blonde hair and blue eyes. There were also whisker markings on his cheeks.

Kiba frowned. The boy was scruffy, small and skinny and when Kiva went to pick him up, he was also extremely light. Kiba started walking back to his house, the boy tucked safely in his arms. He heard a slight whimper and looked down. The boy was staring at him with a slight pout.

"I can walk," he snapped.

Kiba snorted, "Sure. What's your name by the way?"

"What's yours?"

"Kiba."

"…Naruto."

Kiba smiled down at him. The younger boy frowned, "Where are we going?"

"My house!" Kiba cheerfully said. Naruto leapt up and tore his way out of Kiba's arms. He ran down the street and disappeared around the corner; Kiba was left standing alone.

That night, as his family settled down to eat, Kiba asked and learnt things about Uzumaki Naruto.

Hogwarts was in mourning. The shinobi stood in the back, not quite understanding the whole situation.

"Was everyone friends with him?" Sakura whispered.

"I wasn't." Kiba muttered back.

"Maybe they mourn differently to us?" Hinata mumbled, glancing worriedly at the front.

They watched as the headmaster stood up and cleared his throat. Naruto frowned, "Was he actually that close to the kid? Is he allowed to do that?"

The rest of the shinobi shrugged and fell silent, listening to Albus Dumbledore's speech.

Harry sighed as he stood in his dormitory. This year had been a weird year. School was ending in a week, the exams and tournament were over, yet Hermione was still in the library 'researching' something important.

The boy-who-lived hadn't seen Naruto or the Konoha students since the speech Dumbledore gave. No-one knew where they were, yet Dumbledore was convinced that they were still in the castle.

Somewhere.

The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students had left the day after the speech, saying solemn goodbyes to the mourning students.

Cedric's funeral was taking place on the first week back into the summer holidays; Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys had been invited. Harry wasn't sure he could go though, due to the fact that the Dursley's hadn't got over the Weasley's yet.

There was a loud bang, and Harry was jerked out of his thoughts, jumping up from his bed with his wand pointed at the door. Ron sat up abruptly from where he had been dozing and scrambled around for his wand as well.

Hermione Granger barrelled into the room, face flushed with delight and a large book clutched tightly to her chest.

"Remember that pop-quiz we got in Defence Against the Dark Arts?" she whispered excitedly.

Ron frowned, "We got loads, which one are you talking about?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "the first one, obviously."

"Right. Obviously," Harry mumbled, looking over at Ron, who looked just as confused as Harry felt, "What was it about again?"

"Demons!" Hermione squeaked, sitting cross-legged on Ron's bed and placing the book in front of her. The two boys leaned over as she rapidly flicked through the pages.

The page she landed on was titled 'Kyuubi no Kitsune'. In the centre of the page was a large picture of a nine-tailed fox, its tails lashing out over trees and fire raging at its feet. Hermione's finger was jabbing excitedly at a passage that read:

' […] The Kyuubi no Kitsune was last seen in the 'Elemental Nations', a place considered to be from another parallel universe. Demons from the Nations are bigger than the ones found on Earth, and usually cause a lot more catastrophic destruction. The Kyuubi is considered to be the most powerful of Bijuu (demons) due to the number of tails.

Each demon's power comes from its tails, the weakest having one, 'Shukaku'. Bijuu are usually sealed inside a Jinchuriki, or a host/ vessel. The last known Kyuubi Jinchuriki was one Kushina Uzumaki, originally from Konoha, or the Fire Nation [..]'

"Don't you see," Hermione whispered, grinning, "Naruto isn't Kyuubi's brother, he's the host. I bet you He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named knows that as well."

"How?"

"Barty Crouch Junior, obviously. He was a spy."

Harry nodded in understanding, "Is there anything about the demons affecting someone's mental stability?"

Ron and Hermione both looked at him confused, before Hermione started flicking through the pages again. She stopped at another page:

'[…] Demon chakra (or energy) is the darkest form of chakra. If not controlled by the vessel, the demon can latch onto the host's mind, or take over the body. Going through their life with these experiences in large quantities can affect the overall mental health of a Jinchuriki; these can result in them going rogue and losing certain emotions (including empathy and love).

Most Jinchuriki are raised as weapons for their village, and can hold some control over their demon, if desired […]'

The three of them looked at eachother and winced.

The first time Shikamaru met Naruto, he had been sleeping in the forest. The young Nara had been cloud-gazing and the sun had put him to sleep. Like most pick-up lines, Naruto had fallen for Shikamaru.

Well, more like tripped over him. Because he was Naruto.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sowwy 'bout that!"

A little voice woke Shikamaru up. He opened his groggy eyes and came face to face with to bright gems. He blinked the sleep out of them, and sat up in the realisation that they were, in fact, not gems. Their foreheads collided with a hefty thump.

Shikamaru crawled backwards, clutching his face and blinking back tears. Once the tears had vanished, he turned around.

Sitting a few meters away from him was a small, blond boy with bright, blue eyes and cat whiskers. Shikamaru couldn't help but sigh slightly, what was up with Konoha and their strange fashion senses.

The boy was wearing orange.

ORANGE!

How was he still alive?

He crawled cautiously over towards the boy, whose hands were clasped over the growing bump on his head.

"Hey. Are you alright?" Shikamaru cautiously reached out towards him. The boy looked up at him before shining brightly.

"It's awight! I fowgive you. My name is Nawuto." The boy said cheerfully. Shikamaru watched as Naruto pressed the bruise before wincing.

"Troublesome," he grumbled, before grabbing the boy's hand and dragging him towards his house, "My name is Shikamaru."

"Where are we gowing?"

"To heal your bruise."

"No thwanks."

"Wha- troublesome," Shikamaru muttered as the blond boy ran away.

The golden trio ran down the corridors, looking through every passageway and even the red fox portrait. But the shinobi were no where in sight. In a last-ditch attempt to find them, they shoved on the invisibility cloak and snuck out and into the forest.

As they ventured further into the forest with no sign of the Konoha students, the trio began to lose hope. The trees were growing thicker and the forest darker with every step they took.

"Come on, Hermione," Ron grumbled angrily, "We've been walking for hours."

"We have not," she snapped back, "Ow! You stood on my foot."

"Sorry," Harry muttered.

As they tripped and stumbled their way through another bush, they arrived in a small clearing. There, underneath the stars were the students. Wrapped up in blankets, they were curled up next to eachother, whilst one lone figure sat a tree stump.

Sneaking closer, it turned out it was Naruto, stroking Honoo. There was a slight shove, and Hermione ripped of the cloak. Naruto inclined his head in greeting but didn't turn to look at them. Honoo barked something at him and Naruto nodded. The fox disappeared.

"Honoo's gone to find Draco, and I believe you've come to fine me." Naruto finally turned to face them.

"We've come to acquire information about the relationship with your brother," Hermione exclaimed boldly.

Naruto glanced towards a form sleeping next to him and then placed his hand on his stomach. "What about it?"

"We know he's a demon."

Naruto's hand jerked from his stomach and he stood up. "How?" he choked out.

"Here," Hermione gave him the book and opened it on the page she bookmarked.

Naruto sat down and read the page, frowning slightly. He then threw it at the said demon. Kyuubi sat up abruptly and threw the book back.

"They found us out," Naruto said, nodding his head at the trio.

"How?"

"By reading," Hermione said stiffly.

"Ah," Kyuubi made a noise of understanding.

Naruto turned back to them and cocked his eyebrow, "Did you just come to ask that, or-"

Hermione smiled, "We also want to know what you truly are."

Naruto and Kyuubi glanced at eachother, "What do you mean?"

"We know you're not wizards."

"No, we're not," Kyuubi replied.

"We're shinobi," Naruto answered.

"Shee-no-bee," Ron tried to say.

"No," Naruto snorted slightly, "Shi-no-bi"

Ron tried again until Naruto was satisfied. The trio settled down in the grass as Naruto and Kyuubi told them about ninjas and the fire nations and demons. They fell asleep in the grass, not noticing Naruto, Kyuubi and Sakura carrying them back to the dormitory.

The next morning was the morning that the shinobi were leaving.

Dumbledore had set up a Japanese style breakfast in their honour, and many people watched in horror as Naruto inhaled bowl after bowl of ramen.

Many shinobi had to teach the students how to use chopsticks. Hermione and Harry already knew how, so they helped as well, snorting green rea up their noses when Ron's sushi fell in his ramen.

But the feast was over too soon, and the shinobi stood at the entrance of the great hall, bags packed and laden with presents. Naruto hadn't wanted his share of the prize money, so he gave it to the Diggory parents, so they could pay for the funeral.

Hermione, blushing, shoved one last gift into Naruto's hand. He and Kyuubi looked at it and smiled when they noticed it was a book on wizard culture.

A culture for a culture.

Tsunade bowed to Dumbledore, flicked her wrist and commanded her students to bow for him. They did. After a few final waves the shinobi were surrounded by a faint glow. With a faint pop they vanished, leaving Hogwarts behind.

"Albus," McGonagall said from next to him.

"Yes, my dear Minerva."

"Never invite the here again."

The reflection smiled and vanished. It had worked to do.

Thank you to everyone who stuck with me on this journey. Please comment and favourite. Give me more ideas. Tell me if you want a sequel. Tell me to give up on my dreams in becoming an author. (Jk.)

Thank you again.

Good Bye!