'Huh...Everything is all black. Or...am I the one that's all black? Where am I? Oh, that's right. I almost forgot...I'm in hell. Maybe It would have been better if I forgot, and had gone through this meager existence blissfully unaware of the beauty that exists outside of this pit of misery and despair. Truly, this life is pitifu-'

'Oh, for the love of Merlin's arse-warts, shut up Harry,' Ginny blurted, interrupting Harry's mundane rant on the joys of being a fetus. 'Calling the inside of the womb hell is absolutely ridiculous-'

'Riddikulus?!' Harry directed his attention towards Ginny.

'No, Harr-'

'RIDDIKULUS?!'

Ginny sighed. Mentally, of course. She didn't actually have a body.

'Not the boggart spell, Harry. I meant-'

'RIDDIKULUUUUUUS-'

'DAMN IT HARRY, SHUT UP!'

'Sorry...'

'Really. Hermione's supposed to be the one with an idiot for a husband.'

Ginny paused, contemplating. Harry's behavior as of late, which was...odd. Not odd as in bad, or frightening, or suspicious, or anything else with a negative connotation, but different. It was different, and she realized she found it refreshingly so.

'You know Harry, despite our situation, for the past while, you've seemed...hmm...lighter? Freer? Happier?' Ginny supplied thoughtfully.

'It's...this whole thing, this experience...being thrown back in time,' Harry replied.

'It's just, we rewound time. Things like this don't normally happen. It feels like we're outside time, like the rules of time don't apply to us unless we allow them to. We're from the future. A timeline that hasn't happened...' Harry paused to think of a way to explain.

'It's like the feeling you get when you're on vacation somewhere far off,' he explained. 'No one knows you, no one expects anything from you. You're free to walk down whatever street you please. Of course, we're not going to go crazy and mess around with everything in sight, but it's the feeling that we're in charge of our actions.'

Ginny was listening with wholehearted attention to Harry.

'I get it. Continue, Harry.'

'And just like on a far off vacation,' Harry continued, 'the only burdens you feel are there because it was your choice to take them on.

It feels like we're independent. Like we're free, and if we follow any rules of any society, it's because we chose to.'

Ginny was slowly starting to understand Harry's perspective on why he was behaving as he did, and was beginning to take on the same perspective her husband had.

So I feel like I can behave however I like, and however I act is from my own choices, not by reacting in accordance to what the world is throwing at me. All the problems in the world don't seem so huge. They're just things that are there for me to deal with one step at a time.' Harry paused, before sending the image of him giving a wide and comforting grin.

'I understand, Harry, and I think I want to think like that too. It's just, I know your intentions on how you want to act, but how are you thinking up all these reactions, these things to say, ways to act and carry out how you feel?' Ginny questioned.

'This free feeling...my mind feels faster. Without all that weight on my head, I can think freer, and I can let my mind can just go all over the place. That unrestricted thought process...I feel smarter, more knowledgeable. It's like I understand things easily now. And since I'm fullly aware of everything that;s going on, or at least aware of what I want and am confident in myself that I can figure out what's going on if I set my mind to, I feel more at liberty to make life a little less serious, because why should we worry about things that we can't do anything about and if we can do something why worry. We'll just do it. And whether things are good or bad, act stupid and make things enjoyable, because what's the point in doing things upset or crankily, and having everyone walk forward feeling depressed, like life is dragging on, when you can be utterly ridiculous, or bold and make everyone walk away enjoying life and feeling excited for whatever's next.'

For Ginny, it was as if hearing the words from someone else helped her to understand feelings she didn't realize she was beginning to have. She did feel freer, she realized. More in charge of herself. And she absolutely loved what Harry had said about acting in a way that made everyone and everything around you feel more eventful and happy. A way that let everyone walk away from a moment in time feeling that it was in no way predictable, and it was an enjoyable, exciting or at a least significant moment in time that wasn't wasted. A way that let them walk away looking forward to what's next.

Ginny sent the mental image of a her smiling happily.

'Harry?'

'Yeah, Gin?' Harry replied.

'I love you,' she said happily.

'Love you too,' he sent back, feeling elated at having been able to successfully explain to Ginny, much of his new thought process having been thought of and figured out while he was explaining it.

It was two days later that Harry and Ginny accidentally discovered, thanks to a most horrifying turn of events which prompted emergency action, a new ability that came with the entire time travel event. In doing so, they had stumbled upon some pleasant news which helped to clarify a few questions they have.

Harry Potter, age negative two months, curled up in the quiet ambiance of the womb, pondering the details and implications of said details of the recent occurrences. There were a lot of questions on his mind. After accidentally breaking an experimental device designed to rewind time, the sand within had flown out and sent his consciousness back in time to his seven months developed fetus. But why was he sent to seven months? Maybe if Hermione was there, she could answer that question. What he really wanted to know was, why did Ginny get sent back with him? Why was it that she was sent to the same exact time she was, instead of being sent to her own body as a seven month fetus? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he was the one who broke the device. But why was Ginny sent back?

'Think, Harry. Calm your head and try to remember exactly what happened,' he told himself. Harry calmed his mind and backtracked, trying to focus on everything leading up to the fiasco.
He let the images flash and the sounds bounce and echo through his mind as he focused on pulling out every detail he could from the depths of his memory.

The glass had broken and out poured the sand, mixing with his blood and spilling out through his fingers.

'Hmm,' he pondered. 'So that's what caused me to get sent back in time, but what dragged Ginny along with me?'

'Okay...I remember beams flying out and linking everyone together. But what was making them, and what were the beams connected to?' Harry strained his mind to remember.

'The rings!' he realized. Thinking back, he had been wearing his ring. The ring must have supplied a magical connection to everyone else's minds! Harry vaguely remembered the beams appearing after sending a mental message to the others. That connection must have provided a magical path for the spell to travel along and spread its energy, in the way that electricity from a battery travels along connecting wires.

He had been the one to break the glass, and he had been the one to activate the time travel. But the connection had yanked the others along with him.

'Does...does this mean Ron and Hermione came back, too? But then...why has only Ginny appeared in my mind?'

The thought slammed into him with a force like the Hogwarts Express running full speed.

'Ginny hasn't been born!' he realized instantly. 'She hasn't even been conceived yet! So, with no body to go to, she must have latched on to mine...but is that because I'm the closest in age to her, or because I'm the center of this whole time travel thing? If Ron and Hermione came back, can I talk with them? Can Ginny go to their bodies the same way she can sit in mine? Wouldn't Ron and Hermione have heard me talking with Ginny by now? Or maybe I've been on a direct connection with Ginny instead of a group broadcast. But then...how would I even go about talking to those two?'

'It'd be like with the rings, wouldn't it, Harry?' Ginny, who had been quietly listening in, chose that moment to suddenly pipe in, startling Harry ('Merlin! Don't scare me like that!'). 'You'd need to focus on what you want to do?'

Harry seemed to consider this. 'Maybe...Should we try?'

But before they could try anything, Harry was interrupted by a loud moan from outside.

'What do you think that was?' Ginny inquired to Harry.

Harry's reply was interrupted by a sudden and loud "Ohh, James!" from his mother.

'Harry, you don't think-'

'No, they're- Dad must be just giving her a massage or something. Yeah, that's it. It's just a massage,' Harry replied, chuckling nervously.

"James, that feels so good!" he heard Lily exclaim.

'Harry?-'

'A- a massage. It's just a massage. That's all it is. It has to be.'

"Ooohh, Merlin, James! I'm getting so wet!"

'They...they must be using some massage lotions. That's what she means by wet, right Gin?' he squeaked out fearfully.

'Harry, I don't think-'

'Or they might be swimming!' he suggested hopefully. 'They could be swimming, and she's getting a massage in the pool!'

"James, I need you in me right now!"

'Haarrry?' Ginny spoke nervously.

'IT'S A MASSAGE, THAT'S ALL THAT'S HAPPENING.'

They heard some tumbling as Harry felt his mother fall backwards from her standing position and bounce off of what was likely a bed.

'There goes your underwater massage idea.'

'Noooo. No nono.'

There was the sound of a zipper being undone.

'Noooo no nononono noooooo.'

'I'm- I'm getting out of here!' Ginny hastily squeaked.

'Ginny, what do you mean, getting out of here?!'

'I've got an idea!'

"What? What idea?! No Ginny, don't go! They're not doing anything!' Harry, exclaimed, still in denial.

"Oh God, James! Fuck me now!"

'Oh no. Please God no. No no nononononono, THEY'RE HAVING SEX!' Harry yelled out in horror.

Ginny acted quickly, hurriedly trying to focus.

'Ginny, wha-what's going on?! What are you doing?!' Harry, through his connection to Ginny, felt a link open up in his mind. He felt Ginny's presence begin to leave his mind.

'Bye Harry!'

'Oh, no you don't!'

Harry exclaimed, mentally grabbing on to her presence as it tried to leave through the newly opened link.

'Harry, let go!'

'No way! You're not leaving me here like that!'

'Let me go!'

'Get back here and suffer with me!"

'Eh?! I'm your wife! Aren't you supposed to nobly sacrifice yourself so that I don't have to suffer?!'

'That's different! What happened to till death do us part?!'

'That doesn't apply! I haven't even been conceived yet!'

With all her effort, Ginny forced all her energy into reaching her consciousness towards the link, while Harry mustered up all of his mental strength to hold on to her.

'Let. Me. GO!' she screamed, flying through the link.

Harry, straining his mind in a battle of willpower to hold onto her consciousness was yanked out of his mind along with her with a loud crack, light suddenly flashing in the darkness that had clouded his sight while in the womb, blurry and pale, slightly pinkish images forming in his vision as he felt himself leave his body and enter a new one.

He couldn't control his body. He could hear things. He could feel his hands clutched onto something soft, but his body was moving without him intending it to.

He slowly felt his blurred vision begin to clear up. The pale and pinkish fuzzy images began to clear up to reveal that his face was very close to whatever he was clutching. His vision became more detailed, and if he had control of this body his eye would be twitching, as he had just narrowly escaped having to live through his parents doing the nasty from the perspective of the inside, only to become very up close and personal with...a breast.

'Ginny? ...What the hell am I looking at right now?'

'I believe that is referred to as a breast, as some may call it, Harry.'

'I'm well aware of that, but the question is, to WHOM does the breast belong to? Also, WHY am I looking at a breast, and where the HELL are we?!'

'Firstly, Harry, there is no need to get snippy with me!' Ginny huffed, clearly upset.

'I'm sorry, alright. It's just...I'm very stressed out right now, and you know, a man can't just have a random breast appear in his face and ignore it. For all I know, it could be my mother's breast, so excuse me if I would like to know whose chest I'm looking at before I'm able to enjoy the view.'

'Well, you can be sure it's not your mum, Harry,' Ginny said, slightly nauseated as she remembered where she had established a link to.

'Why's that?' Harry inquired.

'Because, Harry...that is my mum's chest.'

'What?!'

Harry tried to focus his attention as far into the upper corner of the line of vision provided by the eyes of the body he was occupying, bringing into his sight the plump face of Mrs. Weasley.

Harry and Ginny felt the head of the body lean towards the breast and open its mouth.

'Oh God, please tell me he's not-'

'He? Ginny, who's he? Where are we?!'

But Ginny didn't have time to answer, as whomever they were occupying latched onto the breast to be fed, warm liquid pouring into his mouth.

'EEEK!' Ginny shrieked, thoroughly horrified and repulsed at having to experience this. 'THIS IS WORSE THAN BEFORE!'

Had he not recalled that Mrs. Weasley was the closest thing to a mother he'd ever had, Harry would have laughed at the karma being inflicted upon Ginny. However, Mrs. Weasley essentially was a mother to him in all but blood. So...yeah. He was pretty grossed out too.

At Ginny's loud mental shriek, a male voice echoed in their minds.

'Huh? Wuzzat?' the voice said dumbly.

'Ron?' Harry recognized.

'Ron is that you?!' Ron! Hey Ron! It's Harry! I'm inside your head! Ron!' Harry piped out excitedly.

'Harry?' Ron responded, his mouth leaving the nipple in shock. 'What's going on?'

"Huh? Are you full?" Mrs. Weasley cooed at Ron. "Is my ickle Ronniekins full? Is he?"

The twins, who Harry suddenly noted were in the kitchen beside the old and creaking wooden stool Mrs. Weasley was feeding Ron on, began cackling and running in circles, chanting and singing, "Ickle Ronnie-kins, Ickle Ronnie-kins!"

'So that's where they came up with that,' Ron mentally groaned. Before Mrs. Weasley could pull away, however, he latched back on.

'Ugh. How can you stand to do that?' Ginny said, disgusted.

'What? M'hungry,' he replied simply.

'Yeah, well stop it. It's gross.'

'I was full, anyways,' Ron said, letting go of the nipple with a plop, a sound which Ginny shuddered at.

'Wait. Ginny, you're here too? Hmm, so I must have traveled back in time, and because of the rings, I brought everyone with me...'

'What?' Ginny spoke up. 'What the hell are you talking about, Ron? That was Harry who did that!'

'Nonono, think about it. It was me!'

Ron exclaimed. 'You see, I had some leftover onion rings which I'd brought from home, and when Hermione accidentally threw that time-thingy and you broke it, I turned to secure my plate to make sure Hermione wouldn't fling that too.
It's because I touched the onion rings a bit after you broke the time-thingamagig that those beams formed, centered on me.
You see, as everyone knows, onion rings are extremely efficient conductors of time magic! It all makes sense!'

'...You're being stupid on purpose, aren't you?'

'Eh? What do you mean?'

Luckily, before Ron could annoy Ginny any further, Mrs. Weasley distracted him by getting up and carrying him out of the kitchen.

"Time for your nap!" she smiled cheerily, walking into the living room and placing Ron gently into a crib placed adjacent to the couch.

'You know something guys?' Ron said after settling himself into a comfortable position. 'This is the life. All I do all day is eat, sleep, poop my pants, and flail around and whine whenever I want something.'

'Same as usual, then?' Ginny asked.

'So!' Harry interjected. 'Moving on! Let's recap. I broke the time machine, then supplied a magical link to everyone else by group broadcasting through the ring, then triggered the time travel by supplying magic to the beams by trying to use a diagnostic spell!
Right?'

'Right,' Ginny acknowledged.

'So,' Harry continued, 'Let's go over what we know about this link.'

'Alright then,' Ron promptly agreed.

'We can communicate mentally.'

'Correct.' Both Ron and Ginny chorused.

'However, since communication has only been established between the three of us while we share a body, we don't know if we can speak mentally to each other while in our own bodies. Since Ginny could establish a connection to you, Ron, it is likely we can. Although, that may have been because Ginny has no body of her own to go to.'

'So how do we find out?' Ginny questioned.

'Simple,' Harry replied. 'We test it by trying to talk to Hermione.'

'Do you think she came back with us?'

'I can guarantee she came back with us.'

'Well go for it, then.'

Harry set to work trying to replicate what Ginny had done in creating a link. He focused on Hermione, trying to create a link in his mind to her.

'Hermione,' he called out. 'Hermione, it's Harry. Can you hear me?'

There was quiet as everyone waited with baited breath before Hermione responded back with a flurry of questions.

'Harry? Is that you? What's happened? We've traveled back in time! How've you come to the same point in time? Why are we linked?'

'Hermione, calm down. I'm coming over.'

'Coming over? What do you mean coming over? How? What are you talking about?'

Harry focused his mind onto the link in his mind that connected him and the others to Hermione. He tried to direct his consciousness toward floating through the link.

'...Harry?'

'Shh! I'm focusing!'

'What are you trying to-'

'Why isn't it working?! Ginny, help me out. Am I focusing wrong?'

'No,' Ginny responded. 'Seems like you're doing exactly what I did. Maybe I could only travel between bodies because I don't have my own body for my consciousness to match up with?'

'Wait, Ginny's there too?'

'I think...' Harry spoke, ignoring Hermione. 'I think that since I was able to come with you, we can travel through the links, but only after you've gone through them Ginny. When you pulled me with you, there was a large cracking noise, like my consciousness wasn't permanently attached to my body anymore. However, since there is a body that matches my consciousness, since I've got a place to return to, I'm not really pure consciousness, so I'm not enough of a consciousness to "widen" the links for mental travel. Ginny, you are pure consciousness. You're just floating around, no body of your own in existence, so you're latched on to ours. There's no body that your mind is honed to or linked to on a personal level, so you have more mental power to work with the links and sort of rip them open more for those of us who have a physical link keeping us from working on a pure level of consciousness.'

'I understood none of that, and I don't intend to try,' Ron pitched in.

'Honestly, Ronald. Did you really not understand any of that?' Hermione asked Ron. 'Or are you just trying to be funny?'

'Nope, didn't catch a word.'

'Ronaaald,' Hermione said warningly.

'Oh, alright. I was just messing around. Jeeze, 'Mione, can't a guy mess around a bit?'

Hermione ignored him.

'Anyways,' Harry continued. 'Ron, I want you to try and see if you can go through the link to my body.'

'How do I do that, exactly?'

'Try and sort of calm your mind and focus on me. Sense around for the link inside your head that I came through, and push your mind towards it.'

Ron did just that, focusing all of his mental strength on leaving his mind.
'...it's not working.'

'Alright, try this. Focus on Ginny. Focus on her presence in your mind and try to imagine yourself grabbing onto it with your mind. Ginny, once Ron grabs onto you, pull him into my body. Once you guys are there, leave without Ron, and have him come by himself. If he can't, it'll mean we can't travel without you pulling us.'

'Roger that, Harry!' Ginny said very cheerily and mischievously for some reason.

There was a loud crack as Ginny yanked Ron out into Harry's body. Moments later, Harry felt Ginny return, who was snickering.

'Ginny, what's so funny-' Harry started before being interrupted by Ron who had returned, screaming,

'AUGH! MERLIN'S BALLS. THEY WERE HAVING SEX. AAAUUUUUGGGHHH!'

'Right, well Ron, if you aren't too traumatized by my parents doing the nasty,' Harry said dryly. 'I'm gonna need you to try and make a round trip there and back without Ginny taking you there.'

'NO! NONONO! OH GOD NO!'

'RON!'

'Yeah, mate?' he replied, suddenly calming down.

'You good?'

'I...I think so.'

'I'm gonna need you to go then. Think you can handle it?'

'I...I guess so.'

'Alright, head out.'

Ron's presence left his body, this time without a crack, as he left for Harry's body. He returned seconds later.

'That was quick,' Harry noted.

'Never again. Oh God, never again.' Ron mumbled out.

'Thank you, Harry,' Hermione spoke up, 'for traumatizing my husband. You really made my day.'

Ignoring Hermione, Harry turned his attention to Ginny. 'Well, Gin, you know what to do.'

Ginny promptly left through the link with Hermione, grabbing her consciousness and dragging her back into Ron's body with a loud crack. For good measure, she then dragged Ron and Harry into Hermione's body, pulled them back, then did the same with Hermione into Harry's body and back.

'There,' she stated. 'That ought to do it.'

'We weren't there for long, but do you think if no one is in a body and someone else occupies it, they could control it?'

Ron asked. 'Like if Hermione went and camped out with Harry and Ginny in my body and I went into hers, I could move around in it?'

'Probably,' Harry said dismissively.

'Alright,' Hermione said. 'Do any of you know what happened? '

'How clearly do you remember the situation Hermione?' Harry asked.

'Very clearly. I remember it right down to the onion rings Ron reached for just as I threw the device.'

'Well, to put it simply, it's because of the broken time-rewinding device and the rings.'

'Ah,' Hermione said in recognition. 'That makes sense. As everyone knows, onion rings are an extremely efficient conductor of time energy.'

'AHA!' Ron exclaimed excitedly. 'You see, Ginny! I told you!'

'I hate you so much right now...'

'Moving on,' Harry interjected. 'What happened was, the time-rewinder broke, mixed with my blood, the time magic used the connections between our rings as a magic pathway to travel along and connect to everyone's consciousnesses, then because of that diagnostic spell, magic was supplied to power the connection and I was flung back in time, dragging you all with me. IS EVERYONE CLEAR NOW?'

'Got it!' piped Ginny.

'Understood' stated Hermione.

'I hear you, mate,' replied Ron.

'...Now what?' Ron asked.

'Hmmm,' Ginny pondered. 'Harry, why don't you tell these two about your change in perspective on life?'

And so he did.

'...Harry, you can't just do something like monologuing and saying "and so he did."'

'But...but I don't want to give another speech!' Harry whined.

'Oh, would you like some cheese with that whine?'

'Clever. That's...that's clever Ginny. You just made my day. My whole week, even,' Harry replied sarcastically.

'Don't you take that tone with me, mister.'

Harry sighed.

'This is going to be a long two month wait for birth, isn't it?'

Harry and Ginny spent the remaining two months switching back and forth between bodies. Not wanting to risk any adverse effects not being in his body might have had on his fetus, Harry would spend most of his time inside his own body, leaving only when his parents decided to get freaky. Thankfully, he had Ginny, Ron and Hermione to talk to during a majority of the time he spent awake.
During the two months in which he had nothing to do but kick his mother and talk with and grow much closer to the three people who were the most important to him out of everyone else in the world, his wife Ginny and his two best friends, Ron and Hermione.

Two months passed, and as Lily went into labor, Harry tried his best to come out quickly to have his mother endure the pain for as little time as possible. It was still, as most labors are, long and painful. Most labors, however, did not have a fully conscious baby fully aware of itself and trying to support his mother's efforts to squeeze him out.

Harry squirmed his way downwards, trying to move along with the pushing walls of his mother's womb. Finally, he was out. The doctor held him up in the air and Harry relished the sweet feeling of freedom. Having a body of his own out in the open, fully in his control, the air of the hospital room fresh on his skin, which was exposed to the world for the first time. There was a snip as the umbilical cord was cut, and Harry let out a noise of relief, which came out as the scratchy whining sound that newborns' throats let out.

After he was cleaned up, he felt the doctor pass him forward onto something he assumed was his mother's embrace.

It was one of the most amazing and indescribable things he'd ever experienced.

It was so soft and warmth enveloped him. He felt so safe and protected.

He could almost sense his mother gazing down lovingly at him.

Making sure his eyes were covered by the cloth of his mother's hospital gown (he may have been likely guaranteed glasses at some point, but there was no way he'd let his sight get as bad as it did the first time around. No, he'd protect his vision, and for the first time that light entered his eyes, he didn't want it to be sudden and blinding if he accidentally looked right into a light bulb by mistake), he slowly opened his eyes.

Light filled his eyes, as blurry images filled his vision and then cleared up, giving him a clear view of his mother.

She was smiling down so peacefully at him, dark red hair dampened onto her brow with sweat, her skin glowing.

This was the first he'd ever actually seen his mother in person. The first time he'd ever been in contact with her. Harry's heart thudded and it took all he could not to burst in to tears and sob uncontrollably as he clutched at his mother.

His mother.

He had a mother. An actual mother. It was like nothing he'd ever felt. Sure, Mrs. Weasley was like a mother to him, but this was something different altogether. This was HIS mother. She'd made him, carried him for nine months, painfully squeezed him out, and loved him more than anything.

The door opened abruptly and in popped James Potter, his father. James froze at the doorway, staring at Harry dumbly, like he couldn't believe he was there.

Lily motioned with one of her hands for James to come over, and he seemed to snap out of it as he strode purposefully forward, flinging his arm around Lily's shoulders and looking down at Harry. His eyes were full of mirth as he gave a face-stretching grin.

"Hi Harry," Lily spoke softly, smiling with tears in the corners of her eyes, gently placing a hand behind his head. "I'm your mummy. And this is your daddy," she said, glancing at James.

She looked back down to him, before opening her mouth.

"We're your family."

His family.

Harry clutched onto his mother's shirt with as much strength as his newborn fingers could muster up (which wasn't much).

He had grabbed onto her, and had absolutely no intention of letting go of her any time soon.

A/N: Hey guys, so I finally got chapter 2 out. I said it'd be a couple days, and ended up taking a couple weeks. Did anyone catch the references I made to Gintama? Let me know if you found any of them.

I've got an announcement about a story, but first, I wanna say I was pleasantly surprised by all of the follows and substantial amount of views I got for chapter 1. I didn't get a lot of feedback via review, though.

Please let me know what you thought about each chapter via review, whether it's a part you liked, a question you have about the story, or advice on things I could have done better on or ways to improve, or ideas that have popped into your heads which you just have to share, or even just to tell me if you liked it or not (ex:great chapter!").

Plus, as a side-bonus, more reviews means more readers will find this story, which means I'll have to make more time to focus on writing to get these chapters out faster and better quality.

Anyways, I thought up this idea which I loved and I'm working on a bit something that is basically like this story, but instead of time travel, is a HP/Naruto crossover.

It'll probably be, like this story, a Harry who, after defeating Voldemort, complains about being bored, after which, an event happens in which his consciousness is thrust out of his body and into a newborn to live life over.
In this story, it was a breaking time device which sent him back to his newborn body.
In the Naruto story, it's some event I'm thinking up sending him to Naruto's newborn body.
It's something along the lines of Harry IS Naruto. As in, he suddenly finds himself thrust into a new universe, in a new body (kinda like in this story where the consciousness is sent and lands in the body before it's born).

Maybe I'll tie it into this story, and make it so that it's like after the adventures in this story happen, some accident happens with an invention of Hermione's again, and while whatever thing is happening, Harry's like "Again? Seriously? I swear, if we go back in time again..."
Or not. But if I do, it won't be in a way that you couldn't read that story without this one.
It'll be interesting, more interesting than my mundane teaser summary. I am not good at those summary things.

Edit1: It seems some people were confused as to what I meant and thought I was saying that I was changing THIS story. I am not. This story is NOT a crossover. I was reffering to a SEPARATE crossover story that I am writing, and saying that in that SEPARATE story, I may make that story a "kind of" sequel to this one, by making it so that in THAT story (not this one), I would reference this one, making it so that it takes place after the events of this story. This story (adventure through time), however, would not be affected, and would not contain any crossovers. Adventure Through Time is a Harry Potter time travel story, not a crossover. I was referring to a separate story.

Edit2: The crossover story I am writing, I am going to write two versions. One in which Naruto's soul is sent from his world into Harry Potter's and lives as Harry Potter from the time of Harry's birth, and another will be Harry living as Naruto. These are stories that are independent of eachother. It is NOT, Harry and Naruto switching places. In these stories, Harry and Naruto are the same person, but in one it is Naruto in Harry Potter universe, in the other story it is a different version where Harry becomes Naruto.

Edit3: They will also be time travel, as during certain intervals of the stories, the main character will return for certain amounts of time, getting a chance to redo certain events with the knowledge they acquired in the other universe.
It's a confusing idea to explain outside of the story. It's easier for me to explain through the actual story. I'm not good at giving short versions of stories with complex plots to get people into the story. I tried to explain Doctor Who to a friend once to get him into it...he didn't end up watching it.

Anyways, if you want to be automatically know when the new Naruto story is uploaded
Thanks for reading, and if you want to be automatically contacted when a new chapter is uploaded or when that new let me know what you thought in the reviews!