DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN Harry Potter, Naruto, or the Dark Series. And stand to gain nothing from playing in their universes.

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Harry had managed to snag a compartment with Hermione, and Neville on the ride home. Most of the ride was set discussing their plans for the summer. As it stood they all planned on meeting in two weeks in Diagon alley. Harry would take them, and their respective guardians, to see his house, and meet their tutors. From there they would spend the day going over lesson plans and head home. Harry would send Treatsy to pick them up every morning and return them home in the evening.

When they arrived at Kings Cross they all said they're goodbyes and headed away. Neville with his Gran, Hermione with her parents, and Harry making his way to the non-magical side of the station. He quickly found his walrus of an uncle. "Hurry up boy." The man said with a calculating gleam in his eyes, and smirk on his face.

The trip home was made in silence. Harry noticed his uncle looking in the rearview mirror several times, and getting an evil glint in his eye. Harry kept his own smirk to himself. He was sure there would be a 'surprise' waiting for him at number four. But couldn't bother with worrying over it.

They pulled into the drive and the malice radiating off of Vernon was near visible. Harry having already shrunk his trunk keeping it in his pocket followed the walrus of a man to the front door where he was shoved in from behind. As soon as he passed the threshold Harry felt his magic being suppressed. He turned around to face his uncle when he heard the door close. A wide grin on his face.

Vernon strode over to Harry confidant in himself. He brought his hand to his chest and went to backhand Harry. Just as he was about to connect, Harry had grabbed his wrist and squeezed. Just to the point of almost crushing the bones. Vernon fell to his knees with a cry of pain. Dudley came thundering in, seeing his father in his knees in front of Harry he charged. And was met with a roundhouse kick to his face sending him crashing into the wall where he slumped to the floor unconscious.

"How are you doing this freak? We were assured that you wouldn't be able to use your freak powers against us." Vernon asked clutching his wrist to him.

"By assured I assume you mean by Dumbledore?" At his uncles panicked look Harry nodded and continued. "Thought so. But to answer your question I don't need magic to deal with the likes of you. I felt the suppression ward as soon as I entered. It will do you no good. But don't worry, you won't remember any of this. Good night uncle." And with that Harry used his Sharingan to implant false memories starring a beaten and battered Harry. He woke Dudley with some cold water and repeated the process.

After hypnotizing his family and putting them to sleep with his Sharingan Harry went about setting up the second phase of his plan. As he had absolutely no desire to spend his time coming back and forth between here and his other duties. Therefore Harry had created a jutsu of his own. With the aid of blood magic, that he had discovered in the restricted section of the library fuinjutsu, and runes. Harry walked out of the magically suppressed house and after making sure he was unseen, and appaperrated to his manor. He made his way to his cellar where he had set up. When he was ready he began his druidic chant.

Calling with magic, and occulmencey upon his blood, memories, and essence. Harry slashed his silver dagger across his chest, and began channeling his chakra into the collecting blood drop. He then ran through 39 hand signs and movements, both to mold chakra and magic, before ending in tiger seal. When he felt more than half of both his reserves were depleted he ended the chant and cut off his chakra. "BLOOD MAGE ART: BLOOD CLONE JUTSU." He whispered

His blood, which had collected in a single drop nearly the size of softball, fell into a tub of water he had previously infused with both his magic. When the drop hit the water a large puff of white smoke filled the room. When the smoke cleared Harry was standing in front of an exact copy of himself. A copy that was all but alive. It would remain until dispelled, or killed. It was also capable of using all the techniques Harry himself could. Along with the ability to replenish its reserves, both magical, and otherwise, like a living person could.

Harry had originally come up with the idea for such a technique, which he called mage jutsu, when he wanted a more sturdy shadow clone. Both to train with, and to test how well magic and chakra worked together. His original tests had proved it to be failures, but with liberal use of seals, and runes, it had proved not only do able, but very promising.

The seals were used in a way similar to a storage seal. It created a reservoir where his magic would be stored. The runes channeled excess magic that built up while the blood circulated through the circulatory system, into an array which stripped it to raw magic taking the blood ritual magic 'shape' out of it. That rune work alone had taken him many months to map.

Now it was going to act as a diversion for Dumbledore. Until such a time that Harry, no longer had to worry about such things. Its tasks were to test its limits, and reapply the genjutsu often.

Nodding to the original the clone appaparated back to number four. Once he was gone Harry went to his room and unpacked. He then wrote a letter to Slimlock informing him that he would be coming by tomorrow afternoon to conduct some business.

The next afternoon Harry arrived at Gringotts in his usual disguise. He walked up to the first available teller and announced himself. "Harry Potter to see account manager Slimlock. I have an appointment." The goblin eyed him untrustingly until Harry slid him his bank card.

"Right this may Lord Potter." The goblin said. Leading him down the familiar halls until he stopped in front of the doors Harry recognized as Slimlock. He gave a slight bow to the goblin before knocking and entering.

"Lord Potter. How may Gringotts assist you today? You said you had important business?" Slimlock asked.

"A few things need dealing with, we will start with the least important. I have discovered a business venture that stands to make billions if I invest soon enough. The initial start up investment will be 2,500,000 galleons. (250,000,000 us dollars) The company is named atlas and it is a private military contractor. Basically they are hired by governments and corporations to wage wars and the like. Projected returns for the next ten years is several billion dollars. It's not really a gamble for me as I stand to own 40% of the company and its assets. Along with having a good deal of control.

Then I will need you to do some research on who would make for a good magical tutor. I would like to have one maybe two tutors on my summer breaks. It will be for me and two friends. I will want training in potions, dueling, charms, and transfiguration.

The next order of business is something I need to ask but need to make sure that it is kept one hundred percent confidential." After Slimlock assured him it would be Harry continued. "I was wanting to obtain a rather restricted item. Several actually." When Slimlock raised an eyebrow Harry continued. "I was hoping that, through silent channels of course, you would be able to procure... let's say half a dozen time turners."

"Ah now that may be a little…tricky." Said Slimlock. "I'll be honest it has been done before. But never more than one at a time. And they can be rather expensive."

"How much we talking about here" Harry asked.

"Well for a single one we would be talking about 50,000 galleons. But taking the risk of having six going missing all at once. I can't really put a price on that."

"I understand. Well see if you can't get me three for now and put feelers out for a couple more. If you can get it by the end of the week I would be willing to throw in a thousand Galleon bonus."

"As you wish. Will there be anything else Harry?" Asked Slimlock.

"Yes I will need to be led to the Uzumaki vault. There are some things I'd like to have."

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Albus Dumbledore strolled up to the door of number4 Privet Drive with a spring that days prior had been missing from his step. The reason behind this? He had finally succeeded in bringing Potter back under his thumb. He had just been alerted that there had been a violent outburst within the wards at the Dursleys home.

With the child now unable to use any form of magic and he himself not, due to being keyed into that ward of course, he would simply modify the boy's memory. And use a compulsion spell to influence him that he, Dumbledore knew best, and was a grandfatherly figure for the boy to look up to.

His grandfatherly smile replaced with an evil smirk in place Dumbledore rapped his knuckle in a happy little rhythm on the door. He controlled his features back into his false mask as the door was opened, by Harry himself looking a little pale, and sporting a split lip.

"Headmaster?" The child said weakly in question. Stepping back letting the old man in. "Ah Harry my boy. Just thought I would check up on you and your family. Make sure your settling in well." Dumbledore said as he walked past the boy. He drew his wand and turned at once catching the boy unawares "OBLIVIATE" He called erasing the day's event from the child's mind. He then set about layering compulsions and manipulations on the Potter heir.

'Harry' had to restrain himself from killing the senile old man. He had put the man in a genjutsu as soon as he had opened the door with his Sharingan. Presenting an illusion he was sure the old man expected to see. A weak, and beaten Harry. He watched silently as the Headmaster muttered spell after spell on 'him'. 'If only he didn't have such political power. I would just do the world a favor and rid the world of the psychotic old fool.' 'Harry' thought to himself.

Dumbledore smiled as he left the house thinking he had just completed a vital step in regaining his control. Never noticing the illusion fall away as the door shut. 'Harry' Made a shadow clone and dispelled it with the memories of what had just taken place and the desire to see the real Harry. After a few minutes when the original didn't show up the blood clone knew that the shadow clones only relayed the messages to him. He would have to transfer his memories over to the original personally.

Shrugging his shoulders 'Harry' picked up his pack he had packed with some scrolls and tomes and headed out to where 'he' usually trained. While he worked on seeing if he could expand his respective reservoirs permanently, his clones would continue studying as thy always did. Reading and studying magical theory, chakra theory, refine spell work both wandless and with a foci. Work on mastering jutsu, and chakra control.

A.N.

Have been busy starting new job and such thanks for bearing with me. PM me if you have any questions.