Hi everyone! Please don't hate me! I have had some serious writer's block with all my stories. Honestly, I've had this chapter halfway done for over half a year, but I just couldn't finish it. No inspiration whatsoever. It's the same with Memories of a Former Life, so if anyone here's a reader of that, I'm really sorry. That one still isn't finished, and I'm not even sure what I want to do with that story anymore. I'm seriously considering rewriting it because I'm not really happy with parts of that story now. Plus, while I'm not done with Bleach, I'm not as passionate about it as I was months ago. I'm also really far behind on both the anime and manga. Also, I'm into some different fandoms right now so blame the movie Thor and the freaking Vampire Diaries! Especially blame the hotness that is Damon Salvatore. Seriously it's all his fault!

As for my Kingdom Hearts story, I haven't finished 358/2 Days or even started by Birth By Sleep so I have no idea when that's going to be updated. And as for my Xander with Deidara's abilities story, I have absolutely no idea if that's ever going to have another chapter.

Well this isn't the place for talking about my other stories. So sorry again about the lack of updates. I'm going to be honest with you and say I don't even have the next chapter for this story started or even planned, but this (along with my other stories for now) are not abandoned. And they won't be unless I actually say so.

Anyway, I don't own Harry Potter or Naruto

Two months earlier

Harry walked shakily out of Dumbledore's office. He was surprised he could stand, let alone walk after hearing all that he had heard. Not only had Sirius died, but apparently he was destined to either kill Voldemort or die at his hand. And right now he was thinking he should get started on his will because he had little chance of defeating Voldemort. Harry knew that Voldemort had far more magical knowledge and experience than him and that it was unlikely he could learn enough to actually match the dark wizard in the time before their inevitable duel.

Harry could barely continue his walk as his fate seemed more and more dire. He sighed heavily and leaned against the wall of the hallway. He had been on his way to visit his friends in the hospital wing, but he no longer felt like his presence would help them any. Harry knew that he was far too emotionally troubled right now to attempt to cheer up his friends after the disaster in the Department of Mysteries. However, he had no desire to return to the Gryffindor Common Room, which would be empty without the presence of Ron and Hermione.

Well I might as well head to the library and maybe start attempting to catch up with Voldemort's knowledge… I'm so screwed

With another sigh, Harry pushed himself off the wall and started his journey to the library. He knew it was past curfew, but at this point he did not give a damn about losing house points. As his feet automatically made the way to the library, Harry's mind wandered to the battle at the Department of Mysteries. He and his friends had done well, but he knew that it was mainly luck and the Death Eaters' desire to obtain the prophecy that kept them alive. They really had been lucky to escape with their lives, and even then the group of six had not come out unharmed.

Harry was surprised to see that Madam Pince was not sitting at her desk and glaring at him for coming in the library so late. He realized that it was probably due to the chaos caused by Umbridge's expulsion from power, the long-awaited announcement of Voldemort's return, and Dumbledore's reinstatement as headmaster. Or maybe she was asleep. It was actually quite late, but Harry was not tired. He could still feel the remnants of the adrenaline that had helped keep him alive in the Department of Mysteries. And even though the feeling was beginning to fade, he still had no desire to risk reliving Sirius's murder in his dreams as he had with Cedric the summer before.

He began to walk towards the familiar shelves of the library, but he suddenly paused and turned his head towards the restricted section. No one was in the library for once, and Harry believed the most useful information would lie in that area. He was about to step inside when he heard the sound of footsteps headed toward the library. Harry knew that he would be in trouble for wandering around the library so late at night and did the first thing he could think of. He ducked behind a bookshelf so he could not be seen from the entrance to the library. His eyes gazed over the books on the shelf, interested in seeing who was on their way to the library so late. The door opened with a slam and voices permeated the normally silent library.

"I refuse to have this in my library, Minerva! It is filth, as horrible as any dark magic You-Know-Who uses." Madam Pince sounded angrier than Harry had every heard her, and he had experienced her anger the few times he had been thrown out of the library.

"Irma, it's only for a few days-" McGonagall was trying to sound as calm as possible in order to calm the librarian, but Madam Pince would have none of it.

"I don't care, Minerva! What if some impressionable student should come across it? Imagine what they could do!"

"Not even Albus is capable of reading this entire book. Its magic won't let him. Do you really think a preteen or teenager will be able to do what the greatest wizard of our time cannot?" Harry could not help but be intrigued by the book the two women were speaking of. It sounded horrifying, yet something about the discussion made him desire more knowledge about the book.

"Even so, the small bits one could read could have a devastating effect…"

"It will be inside your desk, as well. Far out of the reach of any student. You and I both know the Restricted Section is not the safest of places and the truly evil books are never placed there. Those are always under your direct supervision until we can manage to destroy them or negate their magic." Harry could see that Professor McGonagall had won the argument; all that was needed was Madam Pince's agreement to hold onto the book.

"Well, it looks as if I have no choice," Madam Pince said in a bitter voice. "But should something bad come out of this it is on you and Dumbledore, not me!" Harry could hear the opening and shutting of drawers as Madam Pince put the book into her desk. He could see her raise her wand, ready to cast a powerful locking charm, when they were interrupted by Harry's least favorite teacher, Snape.

"Dumbledore wants to speak to all the faculty, immediately. Apparently he wishes to discuss the events of the evening as well as what went on while he was gone." Snape sounded as if he would rather be doing anything in the world rather than go to a faculty meeting.

Pince was distracted from her task of locking the drawer. Her hatred and anger for Umbridge and her foul actions drew her mind away from the book in her desk. Instead thoughts of vengeance on that toad faced woman now occupied her mind. "Come along, you two! I must speak with Dumbledore about all the restrictions that horrid woman put on the library and must see to getting them removed as soon as possible! And perhaps we'll be discussing the fate of that toad tonight!" To Harry's surprise, the three adults, with so many different interests and personalities, all shared small grin at the thought that Umbridge's reign over Hogwarts was finally over.

The three left the library, making small talk about the evening's events, and Harry was left alone again. He waited a few minutes before moving, just in case one of the three had to return for some reason, perhaps to lock the drawer, but they were gone. Harry's eyes were locked on Madam Pince's desk.

She said that what was in there was comparable to what Voldemort knew. Maybe that's my chance of catching up with him… But she did also say it was pretty horrible…

Despite Harry's brain's attempt to make a decision regarding the book, it appeared as if his body had already decided. While he was debating with himself himself, he began to walk toward it. Something about the book was calling out to him. Before he knew it he had reached the desk. Harry stared at the top drawer for a moment before pulling it open.

And there it was. There was nothing really out of the ordinary about the book's appearance, but it seemed to give off a foreboding vibe. He could not read the title as it seemed to be written with some kind of Asian characters. He reached his hand toward the book and slowly opened it, curious to see what exactly was so dangerous about the book.

To Harry's disappointment, the page was written in the same language as the cover. He quickly flipped through the pages of the rest of the book and saw nothing he could understand. With a sigh, Harry closed the book and turned back toward the rest of the library. He took a step to the Restricted Section, but he could not help looking at the book one last time. He turned his head and was shocked by what he saw.

The title of the book, previously unreadable, was now just as easy to read as the titles of his textbooks. Harry's eyes ran over the now English words. The words on the cover read The Tome of Jashin. He once again opened the book and was pleased to see all of it was now in English. As he flipped through the pages, Harry caught a few words that he knew nothing good could come out of.

Blood

Sacrifice

Murder

Immortal

Wait what was that last one?

Harry stared down at the page. If this book could teach him to achieve immortality, defeating Voldemort would be much easier.

But this book is clearly evil. It feels so dark… Can I really trust myself with this kind of power?

Despite his misgivings, Harry could not help but remember the fiasco at the Department of Mysteries. Too many of his friends had been hurt. And it was more than likely that they would be put in harm's way again. He had not been able to protect them, but maybe with the power from this book he could. He flipped the pages back to the beginning of the tome.

Well reading it wouldn't hurt… I should know more about the book before making a decision

Unknown to Harry, by choosing to read the dark and tempting book of Jashin, he had already damned himself.

Present time

The Order of the Phoenix was in an uproar. The small dining room of the Burrow was packed with people, all of whom had something to say. Earlier that day it was discovered that Harry Potter was missing and his relatives had been brutally murdered. No one was sure who had done it. Maybe Death Eaters, maybe crazed Muggles, but there was little hope that the Boy Who Lived was safe.

"This is all your fault, you no-good, rotten, scoundrel!" shrieked Molly Weasley at Mundungus Fletcher, tears pooling in her eyes and concern for the boy she considered one of the family easy to see on her face. "You were supposed to be on guard duty, but once again you abandoned the poor boy!" Mundungus looked ready to defend himself, but a curse from the angry housewife forced him to dodge rather than reply. Unfortunately for him, his dodge put him right in the path of a furious werewolf, Remus Lupin. The angry man reached for his wand, ready to punish the man who had failed to protect his best friend's only son.

"Molly, Remus, that is enough! Everyone, be quiet!" The authoritative voice of Albus Dumbledore had an immediate effect on the group. The yells and accusations stopped and silence reigned over the room. Dumbledore continued, knowing he now had everyone's attention. "Now is not the time to place blame. We must find Harry and bring him to safety."

Dumbledore began to give orders to the members, instructing Snape to carefully investigate the Death Eaters and Voldemort. The Aurors of the group were told to look into certain Ministry employees and to keep an eye on the investigation. Other members were given the task of looking around the many magical areas of Great Britain, such as Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, and some were given Muggle areas.

As the meeting drew to a close, no one noticed the extendable ear being pulled out of the crack below the door. Outside the dining room on the stairs sat Ron and Hermione. The two teens looked desolate. Hermione turned to Ron with tears beginning to run down her face.

"Do you think he's alright, Ron?" Her voice was shaking, and she looked ready to start sobbing.

Ron considered lying to her, telling her that he was sure Harry was fine and that he was probably on his way to the Burrow, ready to share the tale of his daring escape from the ones who murdered his family. But something stopped him. He realized words could not help them now. So instead of answering, Ron grabbed Hermione's hand and gave it a squeeze. Hermione could take no more and collapsed in his arms, finally letting her sobs out. Ron held on to her, unable to do anything else to comfort her.

Unbeknownst to the two teens, Harry was more than all right physically, but his mental state was a completely different story.

Well there it is! I hope it's not disappointing. And if it is please don't say something in a review about how after such a long wait you wanted something super special awesome with blood and guts and sex. Anyway I'm planning to do another few flashbacks about what happens when Harry finishes reading the book, what happened to the Dursleys, and what led him to embrace Jashinism. I'll also add things about the Order's search for him and what he's doing now. I'm going to try to avoid super cliches so there will be no blatant bashing, super amazing inheritances, OOCness (well not without character development, Harry's gonna be crazy, but it'll be a process not out of the blue) etc. And I'd like Hidan to make some kind of cameo. No slash though.

Once again super sorry about the lack of updates. I'm not going to promise an update in a few weeks or anything because I don't want to disappoint.