A/N: Totally bored when I came up with this idea. Sorry to everyone waiting for my other stories to update. Haven't really been able to write much. I've had the worse time with my writers block lately. I've had it for about two or three months now, I think. I've lost track, but it's mostly gone now. And then this came along. Hope you all like it. I'll start working on my other fics in a bit.

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Harry's Demons

Chapter 1: Demon Harry and the Other World

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At the tender age of one day old, young Harry Potter had something sealed into him. It was a curse, but also a savior.

The Two Tailed Cat Bijuu. It was the reason that Harry had never died, even when the killing curse was cast on him. Although this did alter the seal enough that Harry never had contact with the demon.

Even at the simple age of one year and several months, the beast had altered him enough that normal means of killing were useless.

It also explained why Harry, when beaten by his relatives, never took more than a day to heal, even if he had a completely broken body when he went to sleep.

It explained his unnatural reflexes, and his ability to always land on his feet. It explained his speed, and unnatural prowess fighting to protect people.

It was 'The Power that He Knows Not,' that was stated in the prophecy.

Since the demon was the lord of all sight, she gave Harry her unnatural sight at the age of fifteen.

On Harry's fifteenth birthday, he woke up feeling an unnatural amount of pain, directed at his eyes. They burned and burned, making the Crucio curse seem like a fly biting him. When finally the flow of pain stopped, his eyes were perfect. Better than perfect really. He could see things that he couldn't have before. He could even see the flows of magic and energy though objects if he concentrated hard enough.

The bright green of his eyes were now outlined in a silvery blue color, making his eyes almost all piercing. A natural talent of Legilimency had also come with his new eyes.

The demon was also the reason that Harry had the sixth sense he had, of objects coming up behind him. It made dodging spells coming from behind that much easier.

His memory was nearly made perfect, able to remember things perfectly, even if he had only glanced at it for a second.

Even through all of this, Harry never knew of the demon, and it was never told to him.

Harry knew that he still wouldn't be able to defeat Voldemort, even with all of these new abilities, so he took up something he knew Voldemort wouldn't know how to defend against. A sword. A demon slaying sword. Perfect for its target.

Harry spent almost an entire year finding out how to make and refine a sword. He layered it with enchantments, making it the most destructive weapon he could. During his time of learning how to make a sword, he also learned how to use one as well.

As much as he had hated doing it at the time, he imparted a piece of his soul onto the sword, making it a living being, in a sense. It also made the sword resistant to most forms of destruction, and giving Harry the ability to perform magic with it. Harry was also the only one capable of touching it, unless Harry gave permission to someone else, which he never did. The sword itself was not a Horcrux though, even if it did hold a piece of Harry's soul. It was not enough to keep Harry alive without his body.

The sword itself was a three foot long, inch wide blade. The main shape was fashioned after the sword of Gryffindor that he had used in his second year, but other than that, it was completely different.

The handle was an angel, carved out of wood, and its wings formed the hand guard. It had a Cushioning Charm, so that it would not be uncomfortable.

The blade was pure metallic substance that Harry had found out in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. It was a very magical metal, capable of conducting and holding large amounts of spells and enchantments at a time. It was a shiny silver color, with a hint of light blue. The blade nearly glowed with the power of all of the enchantments inside of it.

The blade was ever sharp, never to dull until Harry died. It was capable of cutting through almost anything, even magically reinforced objects. It stopped the flow of magic to whatever it hit, causing it to stay broken, and dispel most enchantments on it.

If the sword hit a person, they would most likely loose that limb, and it would never be able to come back. Magic, even potions, would not be able to restore the wound, and even then, the blade had a magical poison in it, Basilisk poison. The poison could cover the blade nearly instantaneously, leaking out through tiny pores throughout the blade, and Harry's thoughts controlled the poison.

Harry used the sword to destroy almost all of the Horcruxes that Voldemort had hidden around the world.

The sheath for the sword was nearly as magical as the sword, containing protection spell after protection spell. The sword and the sheath had so many protections on them that they could actually reflect most spells back at their caster. The sword and the sheath couldn't be summoned when the sheath was attached Harry's belt. The sword could be locked into the sheath, so that it would be able to be used as a training sword.

Harry's belt was another nifty item. Nothing could be summoned off of it. It held potions and many other useful items.

The robe he wore was extremely protective as well. It was made of dragon hide, with Demiguise hair woven in. Capable of blocking almost all low and medium level spells, it had helped him through thick and thin. The body armor was much the same. It looked and felt like a normal long T-shirt and slightly baggy pants, but was much more. With the Demiguise hair, they were capable of becoming nothing but a shadow, with him nearly disappearing with them, as well as changing colors to whatever he wanted. Although not as good as an Invisibility Cloak, it worked wonders for hiding in a Death Eater Fortress.

Harry also wore fingerless gloves, enchanted to keep anything in his grasp, in his grasp. As long as he was holding onto something, it would never be summoned away. It made holding his sword and his wand much easier in battles with Death Eaters, who liked to try and get rid of his weapons.

The gloves had plates of the same silvery blue metal that his sword was made up on the back of the hand. They absorbed ambient magic from the air, and saved it. They also absorbed extra magic that was released when he was doing spells, and saved it as well. Then, he could use them a lot like wands, making it seem like he was doing wandless magic.

Harry also had a black featureless mask that he wore, with bright green tinted glass where the eyes would be. The mask was enchanted to do a few things as well, such as holding a magical database, keeping track of all the spells it sees. It also kept track of the pronunciation of such spells, and had a list of their results. The mask also had a voice changer, so no one would recognize who he was. A bright gold lightning bolt stood out on the forehead.

He had boots that silenced his steps, and made no noise, no matter what he stepped on. Even if he had stepped on a twig, the crack that would normally have sounded would be silenced. The boots also had a slight hovering feature built into them, so that he could use them like muggle skates. It made traveling much easier.

He carried a skeleton key as well, capable of destroying any locking method, whether it be muggle, magical, or any combination of both.

He also carried around a small book that he had found on his Horcrux search. The book contained anything that had ever been written down. It was self updating to hold every single book, scroll or anything that had writing down on it.

One simply asked the book for all the titles on a certain subject, and the book would give you a list. Picking one from the list would change the blank pages to whatever book you wanted. All the books were also translated in the language choice of the user. While the book seemed to only hold about fifty pages, the pages never ran out, so one could just keep reading. Whenever the book is closed, it remembers the page and the book you were reading it, and keeps it, so you can resume reading later.

The person who controlled the book was bonded to it until they died, and could use the book as a journal as well. It had particularly strong spells guarding it from being stolen or used by anyone but its owner.

Six months after Harry's birthday, Hogwarts had been attacked. Harry had been the only one to survive, being away at the Ministry of Magic to make up a deal with Minister Fudge on what to do should major war start. Before that attack, it had mostly been guerilla warfare with the Death Eaters and Voldemort.

On the one year anniversary of the Attack on Hogwarts, Harry stood in the ruins of the Great Hall. Upon hearing a shuffling noise behind him, he turned, coming face to face with nearly two hundred Death Eaters.

Silently, they parted, making way for their glorious leader.

Voldemort had come.

Harry and Voldemort conversed for a minute before the battle started.

Harry versus Voldemort.

Good versus Evil.

Life versus Death.

White versus black.

Green versus Red.

The final battle had begun.

Harry drew his wand, not wanting to give away his only advantage over the Dark Lord, and wanting to make his enemy overconfident. See, all of the Dark Lords and evil people in general had the same problem. They would always goad and taunt their enemies, spending way too much time talking, and not enough actually destroying the Good's Only Hope™ . If Lord Voldemort was like all of the other Evil Overlords, then he should fall fate to the same problems they all had.

Harry just hoped it would be enough to surprise Tom with, and kill him in one blow. If that happened, the Death Eaters would crumble, and hopefully it would be enough to allow him to take many of them out.

Harry had a fantastic duel with Voldemort, both of them casting spells that none of the death eaters had ever heard of. Back and forth it went, spell after spell was flung.

Eventually Voldemort managed to wear down Harry, or so it seemed.

Voldemort started his Evil Person's Rant about how he was going to remove all the Mudbloods and Muggles from the world. During the speech he also started walking forward to Harry, who reached discreetly into his cloak for his sword. Voldemort stepped up to Harry's body, intent on killing him, but bragging for a few more minutes before doing the deed.

Harry, of course, cut him off in the middle of his speech by jabbing a large sword through his throat. This caused Voldemort's body to start to break down, and his spirit to be released. Harry cut through that as well, destroying all that was left of Voldemort.

The Death Eaters started to panic, seeing that their leader was gone. They rushed for the door to leave when a large bluish barrier appeared in the doorway, halting their movements.

They turned to see Harry, with his sword out, pointing it at the door. He laughed at their stunned faces, before charging into their midst. He slaughtered them, one by one. Every one that fired a spell at him missed, killing one of their own comrades. They all died, none of them capable of removing the door barrier, or capable of hitting him.

After the final duel, Harry found Voldemort's head lying on the ground and took it with him to the temporary head of the Ministry of Magic. The real building had been raised to the ground in a battle a few months before. Throwing the head onto the minister's desk, he proclaimed the job done, and demanded the wizarding world leave him alone until he contacted them.

At the age of Seventeen, Harry became the most famous wizard in Europe. Then, when everyone tried to find him to congratulate him, he was gone. In a day, he had vanished so completely, no one had any idea where he could have gone.

Harry spent a day gathering up all of his belongings, and leaving no trace besides a note behind, he vanished. The note spoke of how the Wizarding world needed to change before he would ever come back. It gave a list of everything that needed to be changed, and if all of it never happened, he would never come back.

He spent ten years wandering the world before coming across a large stone doorway in the middle of some strange woods.

He spent days trying to find out how to open these doors. No matter what he did, they wouldn't budge. Finally giving up, he pulled out his book. Asking the book about any 'large stone doorways in the middle of no where', he received all the help he needed.

The door was a dimension gate. It allowed travel between multiple worlds. The gate had been lost for a long time, being guarded by some of the strongest anti-magic barriers.

To open the door, one needed to smear their own blood on the door, and demand passage to another world. The gating process was random, so wherever you came out was where you were stuck. One didn't necessarily come out at another gate either. It was complete chance where someone landed.

Smearing his blood across the gate, Harry demanded passage to another world.

The door opened to a bright orange red color, making it look like the door was a direct passage way to the sun.

Harry walked calmly through the door, and it clanked closed loudly behind him.

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'I wonder what sort of a world I'll land in' were the first thoughts that ran through his head after the door closed.

The bright orange red color that surrounded him glowed brighter for a moment, before everything blanked out.

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Harry woke up in a strange room, lying on the floor. In another room, he could hear snippets of conversation in a language he didn't understand. He took a deep breath and released it, before trying to sit up.

'Bad idea!' his mind shouted at him, as he collapsed in pain.

'You don't know what sort of damage the Dimension Gate could have caused you! For all you know, you could have appeared a hundred feet in the air and fell, completely destroying your body!' the logical part of his mind shouted at him.

He groaned, and the voices in the other room became quiet.

To his right, he noticed a doorway/wall open up and man stood there. Behind him, a boy stood, who looked about fifteen years old. The man had long white hair in a large ponytail. He had tan skin, nearly brown, and had what looked like red tear stains running down his cheeks. He wore a set of training clothes, much like a gi but more durable looking. He also had a vest over top of that, colored blood red. On his forehead was a metal forehead protector with a strange symbol on it.

The boy behind him was also odd looking. He had bright blonde hair, almost to the point of being neon yellow. He wore a bright orange jumpsuit, and a silver forehead protector. It has a symbol of a swirl with several lines coming off of it, almost making it into a leaf shape.

The man walked up to Harry and said something. Harry, not understanding the language, wondered what he should do.

"I don't understand what you're saying." Harry responded.

The man repeated his words. 'He must not understand English, then.' Harry locked eyes with him and projected his mind forward.

He was inside of a large, cluttered room. There were clothes and books strewn around the floor, and light came from a giant window, taking up one wall.

The room itself was a projection of the man's mind.

There was a large bed in the middle of the room, and boy of about fifteen slept on it.

Harry quickly left the room, but left a link open to it. He would be able to communicate through thoughts, since they didn't take place in any sort of language.

Hello, I'm sorry for all the trouble I have caused you.

The man jumped from the sudden voice, not knowing where it came from.

Harry sensed anxiety from the man, as if worried about the sudden voice in his head.

I'm the boy sitting in front of you, forgive me. I did not mean to startle you so.

The man rattled off a long sentence in his language, and Harry had no idea what he was saying.

Harry slowly reached into his clothes, trying to show he meant no threat to the man, and pulled out his wand. Slowly he spun it around, before tapping his head with it.

"What are you doing, boy!" a voice asked angrily.

Harry looked up at the old man, wondering if he was the one who had spoken.

"I was casting a translation spell on myself so that I would know what you were saying." He spoke in their language perfectly.

The boy and the old man jumped back at the sound of his voice.

"Ahh, I'm sorry if I startled you. I mean no harm." To emphasize this, he slid his wand back into its holster on his belt.

"Who are you, boy, and how did you find this place? What made you collapse, too?" The old man asked quickly.

"I come from far away, and I didn't find this place. My spell must have been faulty. I didn't intent to land here, at least, I don't think I did." Harry answered. "And I collapsed because the ability I used to get here is very tiring." This time he was lying through his teeth. "Where am I anyways?"

"We are several miles away from the closest village if that is what you want to know. We were actually just about to leave when you arrived." The old man answered.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You do not need to trouble yourself with me anymore. I think I'll be leaving then." By that moment, his body was no longer in pain, so he rolled himself up and flipped upwards, landing on his feet. "Forgive me, but I forgot to introduce myself. I am Harry Potter. Good day." He said before turning around and walking out the door they had come through.

The old man laughed. "That's the wrong way Harry-san. The exit is this way." He pointed towards another wall/door.

"Oh. Thanks." Harry turned around once again, and walked towards the exit door.

The boy stepped in front of him.

"Who are you really? I can't understand how you needed a translation Jutsu to understand us? I thought the only language there was to speak was the ancient tongue, and the regular spoken language."

Harry looked into the determined boy's eyes and felt a strange flash of hatred and fear go through him. He winced at the strange pain that came from his right shoulder blade.

'What was that?' Harry wondered for a moment before turning to the problem at hand. He knew this one would never believe he was a traveler from another world. So what could he do?

An idea started to form itself in Harry's mind. He was a traveler, so he wouldn't change that, but not from another world. He would be a wanderer, and his transport spell or whatever they call it here went astray.

"I am a wanderer, traveling the world to try and find new information. I have a book that I am writing, and it needs more information. As to how I speak another language, I do not know, I have been speaking it from birth. Where I come from, everyone speaks my language, and I've never heard yours before."

The old man spoke up from behind him. "Well, if you've never been anywhere around here, maybe you can come with us." A perverted grin formed on his face. "From one writer to another, there are lots of things you can learn in Konohagakure."

Both Harry and the blonde boy look at the old man for a second, before the blonde boy starts to shout and rant at him. "ERO-SENNIN! He doesn't need to hear that kind of stuff! He's only a few years older than me, and nobody our age would ever look at that stuff!" He kept on shouting for about two minutes, before he was completely winded.

Harry just stared, wide eyed, at this display of rage. It reminded him of Ginny a lot. Once Harry had gotten to know her a little bit, it turned out she was a right fireball. She had a tendency to yell about anything Harry did that she didn't like. Yell a long time too. Harry could never figure out how that little body of hers could hold so much air.

Harry shook himself out of his remembrances because following down that path only brought bad memories.

The blonde boy huffed, and spun back towards Harry. He leaned in, and whispered to Harry. "He writes perverted books, and the only things you could learn from him are how look at girls in the hot springs."

A shout came from the old man. "I HEARD THAT!"

Harry jumped in before these two killed each other.

"First, if you want me to travel with you, I need to know your names. And you saved me as well, so I'll need some way to repay you. And can I see a map too?"

The blonde boy turned and ran towards another room.

The old man laughed and turned to Harry. "I am Jiraiya, and boy is Uzumaki Naruto."

Naruto came back with a very large scroll, which Harry could only guess was the map. The blonde kid unrolled the map, and slid it in front of Harry.

"Alright, see this little peninsula straight above Hidden Village of the Sound?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, that's where we are. We're going to Village Hidden in the Leaves. It'll take us about a month to get there, but even longer if you can't keep up with us."

Harry smirked. "I don't think you need to worry about that. I can go very fast when I need it."

"Alright, if you say so." Naruto shrugged.

Harry turned towards the old man. "Jiraiya, can I take a look into your mind? I don't want to get lost accidentally, so I want to know the right pathway."

"Look into my mind? How will you do that?"

"One of the branches of the magic I learned to use."

"Will it hurt?" Naruto asked, concerned for his teacher.

"Nah, I make sure it's painless, but it can hurt if someone does it the wrong way." Harry answered.

"Alright, but please, be careful. I don't want my head screwed up." Jiraiya conceded.

"I will."

Harry looked directly into Jiraiya's eyes, and a link formed again. The world blurred, before Harry was in the room again.

The boy was still sleeping, and the room was even more cluttered than before.

Harry looked around for a minute, before finding a map hanging on the wall. Harry walked over to the map, careful to not disturb anything. He ran his hand over the map, and felt an influx of information into his mind. He learned everything about the five large countries, and the nine hidden villages. His natural Occlumency sorted it, and his mind saved it all for future reference.

Harry saw another poster on the other side of the room, filled with strange characters, and decided that it was best to learn their language for real, since he wouldn't be able to read it, even with the translation spell. And the spell was going to wear off in a couple of hours anyways.

Harry slid his way over to the writing poster, and touched it as well. His mind was flooded with more information, and it took a minute before he sorted it all out.

Harry left the room, and found his way back into his own mind.

Jiraiya looked away from Harry's piercing eyes, and turned towards Naruto.

"Pack everything up. Bring anything we're going to need. I'll help Harry-san here get situated."

"Aww, do I have to?" Naruto whined.

"Yes! Now go!"

Jiraiya turned to Harry. "Are you sure you're ready for a month long run, Harry-san?"

"I'll live." Harry smiled.

"Alright, just try not to hinder us too much; we don't have much time left before we need to be back." Jiraiya pleaded.

"I won't hold you up at all, hopefully."

"Alright then, when Naruto gets back with all of our things, we can leave. Do you have everything you need?"

"I think so. I have my potions supply, my mask, my sword, my wand, my gloves, my book, my cloak, my boots, and my key. That's everything I have." Harry responded.

"That's not a lot, but if that's all you need, I shouldn't say anything," said Jiraiya.

Harry slipped his mask on his face. The golden lightning bolt glowed for a second, before fading away. His clothes rippled for a second, before black seemed to overtake the blue that they were. Jiraiya's eyes widened at the visible effect of the magic.

"H-how did you do that? That can't be possible normally! Are you some sort of ninja, and you didn't tell us?" Jiraiya nearly shouted.

"Nope, no ninja here. Just a hunter. I'm used to staying in the shadows, so I have clothes that help me do just that." Harry responded with a smirk.

"You're a Hunter-nin? I'm surprised; you don't seem the type to be one."

"I'm not a ninja, just a hunter. No hunter-nin here. Just a normal guy, who happens to kill people who deserve to die."

Jiraiya's eyes widen even more. Then they narrowed. "Just who are you? You don't speak our language, yet you act very much like us shinobis?"

"I'm not from around here, literally. I come from… another world; I suppose is what it would be called. Where I came from, I was the sole savior of the entire world," Harry said sarcastically and rolled his eyes (not that Jiraiya could see or hear that, the mask interfered), "and so, I had to kill lots of people. Thus, I am used to killing people who deserve to die, because they wanted to kill people of dirty blood." here Harry made air quotes.

"You could be very useful in our country. They have need of good shinobis, and you would be perfect, even if you don't know the arts." Jiraiya mused. He looked directly into Harry's covered eyes, and demanded, "Fight me."

Harry shrugged. "Your funeral, old man."

"Then follow me. NARUTO, I'M TESTING THE BOY, IF YOU WANT TO WATCH, COME NOW!" Jiraiya started walking towards the exit and Harry and Naruto followed him quietly.

Jiraiya and Harry got into opposite positions on the grassy field.

Harry reached into his cloak, and put his hand on his sword. Whispering a "Colloportus," he drew the blade out, sheath locked to it. Locking eyes with his opponent, he started his passive Legilimency ability, so that he could partially read Jiraiya's moves.

"Kenjutsu, eh? This should be fun." Jiraiya smirked.

Naruto was off to the side, acting as the referee for the match. "BEGIN!" he cried before running out of the middle of the arena.

Jiraiya and Harry stared at each other. Their hair flowed in the gentle wind, and neither stopped studying the other. Harry, being the ever-rash one, decided to charge in. Silently he dashed forward, hoping to take his opponent off guard.

Jiraiya just reached into his gi, and pulled out a small wooden dagger. He parried Harry's first attack, and dodged the horizontal strike that came right after.

"You're fast." Jiraiya hissed.

"Of course." Harry responded with a smile. He reached up with his free hand, and removed the mask from his face. Tossing it casually to the side, he locked eyes with Jiraiya again. Using a master Legilimencer's ability, he forced an illusion on Jiraiya.

Everything would seem like he was drunk. The world would sway and move as if it were alive. Everything around him was warped, making it all out of proportion.

Jiraiya smirked. So the boy knows something like Genjutsu. Interesting.

Jiraiya shook his head for a moment, as if to clear it up. The illusion vanished.

Harry's eyes widened when he felt his illusion vanish. "What? B-but how!"

"I'm a ninja with thirty-nine years of experience, you think a little illusion's going to stop me?" Jiraiya responded.

Harry's eyes narrowed. "Then I guess I'll stop holding back."

Jiraiya smirked, before he got into a ready stance. "Give me your best shot, youngin."

Harry whipped the sword up, so it was pointed directly at Jiraiya. Whispering "Levitas," a burst of lightning shot out of the end.

Jiraiya was startled by the bolt of lightning, not expecting something so advanced like that to come from the young man. He tried to jump out of the way, but the bolt followed him, and struck him on the chest.

Jiraiya coughed. "Tingly. Was that supposed to hurt?"

Harry smirked. "No, that was just showing some of things I am capable of."

Jiraiya rolled his eyes. "Kid's these days. Always think that they've got some wonderful trick, and the old men always beat them."

Harry dashed forward, going much faster than last time. He tried to bring the sword down on Jiraiya, but all he met was air and ground.

That was fast. I didn't even see him move.

Harry's passive Legilimency skill picked up an attack heading towards his left side, so he jumped backwards enough to get out of the way. He brought his sword up to attack where he had been standing a moment ago, only to have it miss the target.

Jiraiya was fast, that was the only way to say it. He could be there one moment, and gone the next. He vanished completely several times, and Harry couldn't even tell where he was, even with his Legilimency. It irked him to no end.

Harry blocked another slash from Jiraiya's knife, before jumping back. Jiraiya actually stood still for once, not jumping away and disappearing.

Harry clenched his empty fist, and drew out the magic held in his glove. Swinging his hand to point towards Jiraiya, he whispered "Litis."

Jiraiya was blown back by the sheer force behind the battering spell. The spell was generally used during the medieval times, to break down doors of castles, much like a battering ram. Using it on a person generally resulted in broken bones and sometimes, if it was strong enough, making the insides of the human turn to mush. But on Jiraiya, it barely left a bruise, even if it did knock him back a few feet.

Jiraiya jumped up, and gave a smile. "Those attacks of yours are very unexpected, that's good. It'll help you survive your time as a ninja if you decide to join. We're done. A ninja never shows off all of his tricks."

Harry glared at the man. "You were holding back on me, weren't you?"

"Hahaha, of course I was. I could have taken you out in one simple hit. I know you could tell. Good job though, you nearly hit me a few times, Harry-san."

"Call me Harry; the Harry-san is annoying. That, and since I introduced myself wrong it, it should be Potter-san."

"Very well, Harry."

Harry looked over to the brat, and spoke, "You too, brat. Call me Harry, not Harry-san."

Naruto's eyes were very wide. He had just seen something near like a duel of the titans, and here Jiraiya said he'd been holding back. "What's going ON? Jiraiya, you never showed me any of that stuff! Why not? You don't even know him, and he's barely better than me, and don't say it's because he's older because he's not really."

"Because you're an annoying brat, that's why." Jiraiya responded with a grin.

Naruto huffed, and started to walk away.

"Oh, by the way, brat. I'm at least ten years older than you, so don't say I'm around your age." Harry smirked at Naruto's back.

Naruto spun around. "HOW CAN YOU BE TEN YEARS OLDER THAN ME? YOU ONLY LOOK LIKE TWO OR THREE YEARS OLDER!"

"The people that I come from have a very slow aging process. Several of them have lived to around two hundred years. One of the more legendary ones is said to have lived around a thousand years, but I don't know about that one."

"ONE THOUSAND YEARS! HOLY CRAP!" Naruto shouted.

"Yeah, I know. That's what I felt like when I first heard it." Harry said with a smile.

Jiraiya smirked. This kid was good at handling Naruto. He could come in handy.

"Alright, let's get going. We have places to be." Jiraiya said, breaking up the impending argument before it started.

"Alright! Let's go!" Naruto shouted, and Harry finally felt what it feels like to 'sweat drop' like in animes and mangas.