Summary: When Harry's heritage becomes unsealed, who will teach the boy to master the "Power the Dark Lord knows not"? Set during Harry's sixth year and eight years following the Naruto series (Making Naruto and Sasuke 20).
Authors Note: The story is rated R as it contains extremely graphic violence (with Naruto and HP combined what did you expect?), as well as a lot of profanities and implied (and possibly more) Slash. If you don't like these, don't read. You have been warned. Also, just to note, this was written after Order of the Phoenix, and follows everything through the first five books. Due to the fact that the Naruto series is not complete, I have invented my own ending.
Now, without further ado, you can read the Fic.
Note:For one I don't have the anime episode or manga chapter concerning the Uchiha massacre, so I'm afraid it may not be very canon (but then, what in this fic is?) Also, as I said last chapter, Uchiha Itachi makes a cameo in this chapter, but there's also a very small surprise waiting for you. Enjoy.
Chapter 8: History
The next morning Harry's alarm went off at 6am. For a few moments he considered turning it off and going back to sleep, but he realised he needed to train and, as it was only his second session, it would look very bad if he was late.
Jumping up quietly so as not to wake Ron, Harry gathered up his new boots, a new pair of black trousers, a black tank top, his wand, his fighting robes and, as an afterthought, a belt and his dagger. Walking quickly from the room he made for the bathroom, staying as quiet as possible.
After his shower, Harry tried in vain to make his hair sit properly, but to no avail. He wondered if growing it out might help; the added length might weigh it down and make the top lay flat. Long hair was popular in wizarding culture too, as many wizards that Harry knew had long hair. With a resigned sigh Harry left his hair alone, and was quickly dressed and making his way downstairs.
Grimmauld Place was quiet in the mornings, but Harry was sure he could hear someone moving around in the kitchen. He wasn't surprised to learn that it was Mrs. Weasley, cleaning everything she could get her hands on. She almost screamed in shock when she noticed Harry.
"Harry, I didn't realise you were there. Would you like some breakfast dear?" She said, but had already started making toast before he even had a chance to answer. Taking a place at the table, Harry quickly had several plates in front of him.
"Professor Dumbledore left a portkey for you, to take you to Hogwarts this morning. He said it will activate at a quarter to seven and will take you to the entrance hall." Said Mrs. Weasley, handing Harry a muggle biro pen. Harry thanked her and continued with his breakfast.
Mrs. Weasley left the kitchen shortly after, explaining to Harry that she was still fixing the house from the aftermath of the battle. When Harry questioned if it was safe in Grimmauld Place she had also explained to him about some extra enchantements and wards that had been placed around the building, telling him that Dumbledore was already looking for a new headquarters and that their stay at Grimmauld Place would only be a short one.
At a quarter to seven exactly Harry was holding the pen in his left hand, and he felt the slightly nauseating tug behind his naval before he dissapeared from Grimmauld Place.
When Harry landed in the entrance hall he quickly assesed thaqt there was nobody there to greet him and made his way owards the Room of Requirement. The school was still eerily quiet, and the fact that most of the paintings were asleep did not help. He quickened his pace so as not to be late, and when he arrived he was happy to realise that he was a few minutes early.
Opening the door a curse missed Harry's face by inches as he ducked to the side, coming up with his wand out and pointed at the direction the curse had come from. The point on the doorframe the curse had impacted upon was smoking slightly, and was burnt black.
"Nice reflexes." Sasuke said nonchalantly, ignoring the wand pointed his way and turning back to the table he was standing beside and whatever he was working on. Harry stayed silent for a few moments before walking forwards.
"Dumbledore doesn't want you outside the school for now so start running on that," Sasuke said, pointing to what appeared to be a muggle running machine. "I want at least half an hour. I'll be teaching you hand to heand combat, and training you with weapons so you'll need to be fit."
Harry nodded, walking towards the running machine. He noticed Sasuke bent over something on the table, and realised when he drew back that it was a pensieve. It was similar to Dumbledore's in that it looked to be made of the same kind of stone, and with the same runes. It was shaped like a very large goblet though, and had a connecting lid. Sasuke was extracting memories slowly and placing them carefully in the pensieve.
Working on the running machine was a lot harder than Harry had anticipated, and half an hour later when he stepped off of it he had a stitch in his side and was almost on the point of collapse. His legs ached, and he almost screamed in gratitude when the room provided him with a glass of water.
"Finished?" Sasuke asked, carrying the pensieve over and saton the floor in front of Harry, placing the pensieve between them. Harry sat himself down on the opposite side of the pensieve, grateful of not having to stand on his aching legs anymore.
"If you want to control the Sharingan to its fullest you need to understand it, so I've brought together a few of my memories that will show you different ways it can be used. Pay attention, because I'm we're only going over this once." And saying that Sasuke tipped open the lid of the pensieve and, grabbing Harry by the wrist, pressed the tip of his wand against the surface of the shimmering silver liquid and brought both of them into his own memories.
Harry felt his stomache lurch as for the third time in his life he descended into the memories of another person held within a pensieve. He looked to be standing in a small village at some point during the night, with Sasuke standing beside him. The only other person Harry could see in the memory was a young boy running through the streets, and Harry could tell from the way he looked that it was a younger Sasuke. Moving to follow the boy, Harry was surprised when the older Sasuke did not follow him. Turning the corner he ralised why.
The younger Sasuke was staring around the street he had just walked into in horror. Dead bodies lay almost everywhere, most covered in a liberal amount of blood. One man lying not too far from where Harry was standing had a strange black blade protruding from his head and blood running from his closed eyes. Before he could ask Sasuke what was going on the younger version was moving again, running through the streets and into a house. Harry followed behind, pausing for a moment to look behind him.
Sasuke was walking slowly through the streets, casting glances in almost every direction. His face appeared impassive but the look in his eyes told Harry he was hurting reliving these memories. When he noticed Harry waiting for him he waved his hand, motioning for him to follow.
The house was dark and almost silent but for some muffled shouts coming from a door across from where Harry was standing. He couldn't make out what was being said, but he was sure it was the younger version of Sasuke who was shouting. Following the path he walked into the room the shouting was coming from.
The smaller version of Sasuke stood there, facing another man who was standing over two clearly dead bodies. Sasuke was shouting at the man in Japanese, which Harry couldn't understand a word of, and after a brief conversation a knife whistled through the air. It sliced Sasuke's shoulder before passing through Harry.
Harry had already figured out who the man was; Sasuke's brother who had killed every bearer of the Sharingan except Sasuke himself. He spoke softly to Sasuke before closing his eyes.
"Mangekyo Sharingan."
The tenketsu in his eyes merged and twisted, and suddenly the world was falling away. When it righted Harry and the smaller Sasuke were standing in the streets they had just walked through, though they were filled now with people fighting. Sasuke began to scream as they watched Itachi killing, throwing small weapons and curses in almost every direction. At one point Harry noticed Itachi's sharingan flare before a group, who had surrounded him and were running at him, were sent flying by some invisable force.
"The Mangekyo Sharingan is an advancement of the Sharingan that can be compared to advanced legillimacy." Said Sasuke. Harry had not noticed him before, but he was standing just behind his younger counterpart, watching everything that was happened in the street. "When caught within it, the user can manipulate you into feeling, seeing or hearing anything they want you to. They can torture you for days whilst only seconds will pass in real time."
Harry looked back towards the fighting Itachi and the slowly sobbing younger version of his Professor.
"Would it be possible for me to learn it?" He asked.
Sasuke looked at him, almost as if searching for something.
"Your best friend if the Weasley boy, Ron, right?" He asked and Harry nodded the affirmative. "Would you kill him?"
Harry was shocked by the question, and quickly argued that he never would for anything. He was angry that Sasuke would even consider he would.
The stipulation of activating the Mangekyo Sharingan is that you must kill your best friend. Such an act awakens a state of mind that allows a Sharingan user to access the ability. Itachi gained it some time before he slaughtered the clan and told me that I could have it too, and for some time I wanted it to give me the power to defeat him. In the end the sacrifice isn't worth it though."
Harry looked at him. He would never kill Ron for anything. Still, he was destined to fight Voldemort, what if he needed it?
Harry almost threw up at where his train of thought was headed, and turned to Sasuke.
"Did you ever consider trying to obtain it."
Sasuke looked at him for a few seconds before turning away.
"I tried once. But I couldn't go through with it. I was to fight my brother much as you are to fight Voldemort and I thought I needed it."
Before anything else could be said the image around them faded in a swirl of colour and suddenly they were standing in a forest. Sasuke, looking only a few years younger than he did now, was once again fighting his brother. Itachi was wearing strange black robes with what appeared to be red clouds printed across them. Both himself and Sasuke were wearing strange metal-plated headbands bearing a symbol, though Itachi's had a score through it.
Sasuke ran towards aItachi with a ball of lightning in his hand, thrusting it towards the man whilst bringing his other arm around to swing at his with a knife. Itachi grabbed Sasuke's hand and threw him to the side, but was unable to avoid the knife that cut into his cheek leaving an angry red cut.
Itachi laughed, and briefly closed his eyes. Sasuke stood and ran towards him before ITachi opened them. A blast of magic left his eyes - exactly the way it left Harry's - and for the first time Harry witnessed it.
The tenketsu were spinning wildly in a circle around his pupil, but were glowing with the magic being channeled through them. Each tenketsu was emitting a beam of magical energy as it swirled, creating a small twister or magical energy shooting straight towards Sasuke who, unable to dodge, was hit in the stomach and sent hutling back into a tree.
"Rasengan!"
The roaring voice was one Harry did not recognise but Itachi, in a blast of light, was hurled spinning through the air and into a tree. Standing where he had stood moments before was a blonde man wearing the same headband as Sasuke. His hair was spiked, though fell almost to his neck at the sides and his eyes were red. Harry thought for a moment he was another Sharingan bearer, but he noticed the man's pupils were cat-like and his canines were elongated, and Harry wondered if he was a semi-transformed werewolf. He had what appeared to be three scars running diagnoally across each cheek and, much to Harry's surprise, he was clad in vibrant orange, red and black robes adorned with several large, red swirls. Seeing Itachi down the blonde man jumped into the air, taking out several knives and throwing them at the fallen man. They struck the tree and surrounding ground as Itachi seemed to have disappeared.
"Who's that?" He asked, and noticed for the first time that Sasuke was facing the opposite direction, not watching the fight in any way.
"Naruto."
"Is he a werewolf?"
"No." He said simply, and Harry knew he wasn't going to elaborate any further.
The two-on-one fight continued until Sasuke, whilst Itachi was fighting Naruto, managed to hit Itachi with another ball of lightning. Harry gasped loudly as he watched Sasuke's arm go straight through Itachi's chest and inadvertently sent Naruto flying into a rock. Itachi began coughing up blood immediatly, and a few seconds later after whispering something to Sasuke in Japanese, fell to the floor. Sasuke was crying as he checked Naruto, who was clearly unconcious but still breathing. "That's when I left." Said Sasuke behind him before taking Harry's arm and lifting him from the pensieve.
In the room of requirement Sasuke and Harry talked about the Sharingan, and the abilities Itachi had showed through the memories. Neither mentioned the fact that Sasuke had let Harry watch the memory even after Itachi had stopped using the Sharingan.
"I don't understand, in the memories you were doing things that aren't possible. I mean you jumped through tree branches during the fight with Itachi, how is that possible?"
"In Japan schooling is much more difficult than anything you will find here. There are a total of sixty-four tenketsu on a wizards body, and we learn to send appropriate amounts of magic through them to allow us to do things like jump high, walk on water and the like. You'll be studying that during your training.
"And the headband things?"
"Forehead protectors. It is common knowledge that the forehead is the weakest and most vulnerable point to magically attack. It's probably the reason the killing curse was aimed at your head. Also, there are many spells taught to us in Japan that involve tricking the mind through what we call "Genjutsu", which basically means an illusion technique. They are like Legillimacy, planting fake images in a persons mind, making them thing things are there when they are not. Forehead protectors offer extra protections against spells, as well as against legillimacy and genjutsu attacks."
Harry asked questions and Sasuke answered before finally dismissing Harry to Madame Pomfrey to see to his hand. On the way out Harry paused at the door, looking back at Sasuke briefly.
"That Naruto person. He was your best friend, right?"
He recieved no answer, but Sasuke smiled grimly as he placed his pensieve away
Harry returned to Grimmauld Place later that day, after having Madame Pomfry re-apply his bandages. He found Ron in their shared room, reading a book on Quidditch.
"Hey mate, how was training?"
"It was good." Said Harry, throwing himself onto his bed. He grabbed the list of items in his vaults and sat down opening the book up.
"Hey Ron?" He said suddenly, causing the redhead to look up at him. "You know I have to fight Voldemort, right?"
"Yeah I kinda got that, what with the prophecy and all." Said Ron, smirking at Harry as he closed his book.
"Well I just... Sasuke was showing me some memories in his pensieve. He had this brother that killed everyone but him who had the Sharingan and in the end he managed to kill him."
Ron just looked at him, obviously waiting for him to continue.
"Well, he had this friend and in the end it was him that helped kill his brother and I--" He trailed off finally, looking down at the book in his lap.
"We're not leaving you to fight him alone Harry. I'll be there, Hermione will be there. Hell, Ginny will probably kick and scream her way there even though we'll try to stop her." Said Ron laughing.
Harry opened the book in his lap, skimming over the pages as Ron quickly did the same. They sat in silence for a while before Harry put the book down again.
"Hey Ron?"
"Yes Harry?" He said with a dramatical sigh as he once again closed his book, causing Harry to laugh.
"Just... Thanks." He said, flipping the pages slowly.
"No problem mate." He said, throwing his book away. "What's the book, it looks interesting?"
"It's a list of everything in my vaults at Gringott's. I'm looking over the physical assets just now, trying to decide what to send for. The goblins said if I owled them they'd transport it to me to save me from having to bring it all out of the vaults and carrying it with me through Diagon Alley that day."
Harry and Ron looked through the book together, Ron explaining to Harry what some of the mentioned items were. Harry, as they were reading, started to compose a list of things he wanted brought out from the vaults.
"What about this, a Pensieve. You said ages ago you'd like one." Said Ron, pointing to the item listed.
"I've already got one, it's shrunk along with some other stuff from Sirius' vault I'll unshrink it later on. I hink that's really about everything I need for now." He said, before noticing something the contents of one vault. He's rather visit that vault in person he decided. Grabbing his quill and a piece of parchment he composed a letter to be sent to Gringott's. He wrote, asking them to send him the chest from his mother's vaults, the weapons chest from the Potter vault (which the book described as being a large room with weapon storage inside a chest), all weapons from all of his vaults, except the second of the Potter vaults, all books from his vaults and, having noticed it when Ron was looking at another page, a marble and jade wizard's chesset which would make an excellent Christmas present for his best friend. With the letter composed Harry sent Hedwig with it right away.
Harry's packages arrived several days later, but he was too busy with training and studying to sort through them when they initially arrived. Several days afterwards Madame Pomfrey removed the bandages from his hands and he started learning wandless magic with Sasuke (starting, much to Harry's dismay, with levitating charms and turning matches into needles).
Two weeks later Harry's Summer life had fallen into a routine of studying, training and hanging out with Ron, Hermion and Ginny, occasionally joined by the twins when they visited. It was one of these days that, whilst looking through the book listing everything in his vault, he had a realisation.
"I'll be back soon." He said to everyone, grabbing toe book and rushing off to find Professor Dumbledore.
Dumbledore was in the kitchen talking to Kingsley, Tonks, Moody, Remus and Artur when Harry entered.
"Harry, how are you today? Your training is going well I hear." He said, conjuring up a seat for Harry.
"Yes Professor, I'm learining a lot from Sasuke and I'm finally getting some control. That's not what I wanted to talk about though, I was just wondering if you've found a replacement Headquarters yet?"
Dumbledore looked quite old suddenly. "Sadly, no there is no place that is large enough to accomodate the needs of the Order. We are lookiing into it though Harry, you needn't worry."
"Actually Sir, I think I may have an idea." He said, opening the book at the page he'd marked and laying it in front of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore looked over the book, his eyes widening as he read over it. His eyes had regained their sparkle as he looked up at Harry again.
"And you would allow this?" He asked, smiling as he laid the book down.
"Take your pick. It's not like I use any of them yet anyway and it would help the Order and keep everyone safe, so I'd be happy if you would."
"In that case I will accept your offer, and would like to thank you for allowing it." He said, bowing slightly to Harry, which caused Harry to look slightly embarassed.
"It would seem that Harry, through his inheritance, is the owner of several large properties scattered throughout Britain and has allowed us, for the Order, to claim one as our Headquarters."
Everyone around the table started talking, each shooting Harry a look of respect and gratitude. Harry smiled at Remus, slightly embarassed by the attention.
"Actually, I was thinking you could user Potter Manor for Headquarters, and use the house I own in Hogsmead for Order members who need to be near Hogwarts or as a smaller Headquarters that perhaps has a direct floo connection to allow Order members to travel freely through the floo without having to go directly to your office."
Dumbledore looked at Harry before examining the book again. The pages on Harry's properties contained information on each as well as blueprints. Potter Manor was the second largest of Harry's properties (though the largest was from the Black family and was located somewhere in Ireland so it was out of the question for the Order HQ). The house in Hogsmead was decently sized and well located should Voldemort attack.
"I agree with that idea. Now, if everyone would get ready we can start moving now. Molly would you collect all of Harry's things and bring them, as the Potter heir Harry must key me in to ward the house otherwise my wards won't hold so we will need to go on ahead." Dumbledore said, and a few minutes later Dumbledore handed Harry a Portkey and they were travelling, rather uncomfortably in Harry's opinion, to Potter Manor.
Potter Manor, whilst being named a Manor, could almost be considered a castle. It was neither as big nor as fancy as Hogwarts in that it was constructed of white ivy-covered stone with blue roofing and had only four towers, but Harry was overwhelmed that such a place belonged to him.
The manor itself stood on a hill with several fields below it. A small farm with a large barn and stables on either side was built near the foot of the hill, and a small river ran to the edge of the hill, dissapearing into a small opening under it. Harry wondered it if came out on the other side, but it would take at least ten minutes to cross the hill and they had too much work to do.
"It is certainly impressive. Your parents never lived here, nor did your grandparents, so I have never seen this building before today. It says in the book that it is already unplottable, and has a permenant charm on it stronger than Fidelus that only you can activate so than only those you invite will be able to see and enter the manor, but only once you have activated it." Said Dumbledore.
Five minutes later they were standing at the front doors of the Manor. Following the instructions the book provided, Harry took out Sirius' dagger and cut his finger, pressing the blood to the door. Nothing seemed to happen, however Dumbledore informed him that he could no longer see the Manor.
"Ok then, let's see. I invite you to Potter Manor then."
Dumbledore clapped heartily as the Manor reappeared and together they opened the doors and looked around the entrance hall.
Whilst being a lot nicer than Grimmauld Place, Potter Manor had ten times the cobwebs and dust. The floor, which appeared to be a creamy marble beneath the layers of grime, bore an indistinguishable coat of arms. The walls were similarly white, and grand pillars ran to the extremely high ceiling. There were only three doors in the entrance hall, and directly in front of them twin staircases leading to an upper level.
Taking his wand from his pocket Dumbledore muttered a long spell and waved it, clearing the entrance hall of all grime, dust and cobwebs. The place was splendid.
"I think we will have to hire a house elf to clean this place, there are far too many rooms to spell clean." Said Dumbledore. He whistled and a second later Fawkes appeared. Dumbledore spoke briefly to Fawkes before the phoenix dissapeared, returning five minutes later with five House Elves in tow.
"These are Hogwarts House Elves, but they can work for the Order at Headquarters for now." Dumbledore explained, and Harry smiled when he noticed Dobby boundeing up and down on his toes waving excitedly towards Harry. Winky stood beside him, her hands behind her back and staring around the place. When Dumbledore asked the House Elves to tidy the place up a bit they dissapeared almost before he had finished speaking.
"And that is that sorted." He said cheerily, motioning for Harry to follow him outside.
Several hours later, and five portkey trips for Harry, and everyone was settling into Potter Manor. Harry, much to his own embarrassment, had needed to invite each person into the manor individually (and had almost died when he had to invite a surly and scowling Snape into the Potter family Manor).
Harry had his own room, and at Dumbledore's insistance had taken the master suite (with en-suite bathroom, kitchen, walk-in dressing room and library). Harry had also invited Sasuke to join them, and told him they could set up a training room within the manor. He had arrived an hour later with much equipement in tow.
Tired and slightly overwhelmed, Harry threw himself back onto his king-size bed (which he felt was slightly too big) and fell fast asleep.
The next morning at 3 O'Clock Harry was one of the first up (mainly because Sasuke had told him they would be training today) and, after a quick shower, was exploring the manor. There were many portraits of people he didn't know with the Potter name attached to the bottom of each, most of which bowed to him as he strolled past. He found a room that was perfect for training, and showed it to Sasuke before going back to his room to collect his weapons trunk, which Sasuke had told him he would sort through with him.
The training room was almost as large as the Hogwarts entrance hall, and Sasuke quickly conjured several required items. He placed the equipment he had brought throughout the hall and, after he was finished setting up, sat down to sort through Harry's weapons.
Of all the weapons in Harry's vaults there were ninety-three swords, one hundred and twenty daggers, seventeen bows complete with arrows, twelve crossbows, thirty two staffs, twelve wands and a mace. Of all the weapons Sasuke decided three swords, one dagger, two staffs and a crossbow were the only ones of any use. Sitting the selected items in the weapons cabinet, Sasuke banished the rest to the walls of the training room, where they arranged themselves.
Sasuke conjured seven targets. "Use your sharingan, emit magic and blow them up." He commanded, sitting down and watching Harry as he worked. He managed to draw out the Sharingan, and destroyed four targets before collapsing to his knees.
"You're outputting too much magic. Drink this and try again." He said, handing Harry a potion which replenished his magical levels. The process was repeated for three hours until Harry could blast no less than twelve targets before becoming drained.
"Now, we started working on your wandless magic and you've build up to second-year level spells. I want you to try disarming me." He said, and again they worked on it. Harry had become used to the slight burning feeling in his palm when casting wandless spells. Sasuke told him it was because he was still learning to control his magic levels, and he was glad to see when he cast spells below the level he was working on there was no pain at all. It took several tries to disarm Sasuke, mainly because he kept dodging, but in the end the burning feeling had gone.
We'll do some hand-to-hand then call it a day." Said Sasuke, handing Harry another potion before falling into a fighting stance. Harry fell into his own stance, sending magic to his feet. Sasuke had been teaching him to channel magic to the different parts of his body, allowing him to do some of the things Sasuke could. He hadn't mastered it yet though, and when Sasuke ran at him and Harry tried to jump over him he ended up jumping to high and falling flat on his face.
At eleven O'Clock. almost five and a half hours after they started training ended, and Harry dragged himself back to his bedroom. His body ached and the potions had worn off. His magical levels were quite low and so he slipped into a comfortable bath and didn't come out for what seemed like an eternity.
When he finally left his room and (after much searching) found the dining room, he was glad to see everyone was already there. Sasuke agreed that his friends could come to his training to watch, since travelling was no longer a security issue and he had already shared the private memories with Harry through the pensieve, and Ron, Hermione and Ginny had not been the only ones who looked interested in witnessing Harry's training. Harry notice Remus' head shoot up at the mention of it, and Moody's eyes (both of them) had fixed themselves onto Harry.
Suddenly Remus looked up. "Harry, I almost forgot we need to go back to Diagon Alley to pick up your robes." He said, standing up from his seat. "We can go either today or tomorrow, it's up to you."
Harry jumped up suddenly. "Let's go today, I need to visit Gringott's as well." He said, running from the room and returning several minutes later with a new set of robes and his (very much emptry) trunk floating behind him. Shrinking the trunk, Remus took a portkey from Dumbledore that would take and return them, and he and Harry dissapeared to Diagon Alley.
Diagon Alley wasn't very busy and Remus quickly lead Harry to Madame Malkin's. The woman looked up when the door opened and, noticing who it was, went into the back room. She returned several moments later carrying several packages and levitating a robe behind her.
"These are your formal robes and your dress robes dear." She said, placing the several packages onto the desk. Remus quickly shrunk them, handing them to Harry who carefully placed them in his pockets.
"I thought you might like me to go through your battle robes with you, so I left them unpacked." She said, waving her wand to the robes floating behind her. They unfolded and puffed out as though there were an invisible person wearing them.
"As you can see the main material of the robe is acromantula silk. Inside there's are two fine layers of dragonhide stitched one on top of the other. This offers extra protection from both physical and magical attack. Considering your want for silver embroidery on your other robes I tried something new with these. I don't mean to be morbid, but I know you need all the protection you can get Mr Potter, so I took the liberty of experimenting with introducing materials to the robes. The outlining you'll notice is glowing slightly. It's made of unicorn mane, woven into the material in a braid. I've never used it before, but from my research it seems that the material is very resilient and offers good magical protection. I added a hood to the robes, charmed to stay up and keep your face hidden should you need it. The pockets are charmed to be deeper than they should be as well as having all the usual charms on it. The unicorn braiding allowed me to add protection around the full robe, and I think I can safely say it's my best work yet. I also took the liberty of making a matching belt." She said, waving her wand again and packaging the robe. Harry took the offered package in wonderment, he had never expected the robes to be so well made and he thanked Madame Malkin profously several times before finally leaving the shop.
At Gringotts Harry asked to be taken to vault 439, the first in the Potter line of vaults. He had noticed somethign strange about the contents of the vaults and asked Remus to come in with him. When they reached the vault the goblin accompanying them opened the door for them, allowing Harry and Remus entrance.
The vault was dark but torches burst into life as they entered. It was around the size of Sirius' vault and had many chests, several black armoires and a few bookshelves as well as tables scattered with items. The one thing Harry noticed appearing most commonly was a symbol though; a red and white circle with a small rectangle extending downwards as part of the circle.
"Ah, my guess is you read about somethign related to this that book telling you what's in each vault?" Remus said, walking forward and looking around the room.
"Yeah, I thought I might be able to find something useful to help me with my training. Did you know about my Dad having the Advanced Bloodline?" Asked Harry.
Remus laughed and looked around at Harry. "The night we formed the Marauders was the night after the full moon when James Sirius and Peter discovered my secret. To make me feel better each of them shared their darkest secret with the group and that was your father's. He made us swear a wizard's oath before he would tell us because the secret was so well kept. I think the three of us and your mother were the only ones who knew." He said, smiling as he recalled the past.
Harry had almost panicked when Remus had mentioned Pettigrew knowing his secret, but a wizard's oatch could not be broken so there was no fear of Voldemort finding out from that source.
"This symbol is a Japanese fan if I'm not mistaken. The red and white fan became the symbol of the advanced bloodline many years ago, and is still connected with them. If you're planning on taking anything from this vault I'd be careful to conceal it well." Said Remus.
Harry walked aaround the vault, picking up several objects and depositing them in a pile on one of the tables. There were several books detailing the history and uses of the Sharingan as well as methods and exercises that could be used to gain control of it. There were also several of the Japanese style weapons that Sasuke owned, and Harry piled them all up to be removed from the vault. He found one of the armoires to be full of clothing, mostly robes but also several practical pieces, each bearing the symbol of the advanced bloodline. He emptied the armoire of all the clothing within it, planning on asking Mrs Weasley or maybe Ginny about resizing them to fit him.
Finally, having gathered everything from the vault he wanted, Harry asked Remus to shrink them and he carefully placed them in his trunk, which Remus also shrunk, allowing Harry to place it in his trouser pocket, zipping it to make sure that it would not fall out. They rode back to surface level on the Gringott's cart before taking the portkey Dumbledore had given them back to Potter Manor.
A/N: Small cameo appearences by Itachi and Naruto. It shouldn't be long till they go back to Hogwarts and it's not long after that that Naruto finally makes his real appearence. Also thanks to Queen of Vegetasei for giving me the idea for the first Potter vault. Harry will be wearing his symbol-stamped clothing in the next chapter, much to the shock of Sasuke. I hope my reasoning for the forehead protector made sens - it did in my head but I had trouble expressing it. Next chapter shortly.
FanFictionDreamer: Laziness is a curse that seems to swirl around me, but I think I've made up for it today (Three chapter for my new fic and one for Aijou plus I've started writing chapter ten). I'm glad you liked and I'll try to keep my updated regular and beat laziness away with a stick.
Curi0uS:Ah Curi0uS, you are preaching to the choir on the winkiness of the internet. My whole computer, nevermind just the internet, died not long ago and wouldn't even reboot for some reason. Thankfully it is fixed now, I was going cold turkey and it was not pretty. As for the story, I'm glad you think Sasuke is more IC because he was driving me mad. I'm not used to writing surly, moody people (generally when I find someone I can't write I kill them off but Sasuke's pretty much the major character for the fic so it's not like I can do that here. I'll just have to keep going over and perfecting his moodiness). The account coin took a bit of though, I've read loads of fics with bottomless pouches connected to the vault, which I love as an idea and have implemented in my new fic, but for Aijou I wanted to go original. Glad it's paying off. I take the fifth and refuse to speak of the contents of Lily's vault other than to say there's an interesting item in there. Yes, Harry will learn to fight both with and without weapons. I think I may introduce the rest of the gang to physical fighting, or possibly have Harry reform the DA so he can pass what he's being taught along - still haven't decided on that point. The battle robes are one of my favorite things, the design I have in my head for them is awesome so I'll have to try and sketch them (I apologise in advance). The tattoo was a spur of the moment choice of mine, but I like it. Originally it was going to have a phoenix surrounded by the four Hogwarts animals but I decided against that and went with the names. I was going to include Cedric, and feel a little guilty for not, but if I did I'd feel guilty for not including the name of every character who's going to die, and there are too many of them for Harry's arm. I think it'll remind him of why he's fighting though, and obviously it's a smack in Voldemort's face because of the positioning. I can't believe you're looking forward to the Sorting song - I'm dreading it (begins planning ways for Harry not to be at the Sorting again). I'll try for a song, but don't laugh if it sucks. Hmmmm. It seems I prattle about as much as you use the word "cool" Thanks for the review and I'm glad your still reading after my long-time deadness.
Nora D:Lol, nah Harry would never spend that much money on a usual day, but as you've said he's starting his life out in the wizarding world and isn't planning on returning to the Dursley's so he really needs to spend. Also, he was never aware of how much money he actually had, though he knew he had a lot in his vault he was hoping to save some of it for the future. Ah, as a proud bookworm I'll have to join you in almost crying. I think I went a little ott because I love books so much, but hell if he's gonna beath Voldemort he's gonna need them (That's my excuse and I'm sticking with it ). I'll try to get the next chapter out soon, thanks for reviewing
Sarah R Potter: Thanks, I'm glad you like the story. I'm hoping to update within the next week, so the next chapter will probably be here in the next two weeks (When I say a week expect it to be later). Thanks for reviewing.
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