Fugaku Uchiha was loyal to Konoha, as far as anyone knew. They didn't know what business Fugaku attended to outside of Konoha, and he preferred to keep it that way. So it was that he went abroad beyond the hidden continents to contact a few friends he had a use for in the upcoming civil war. It was a few years off yet, but Fugaku was a proactive, patient man.

His blood scroll usually pointed him to the eastern portion of the country known as England, where distant branch members of the Uchiha line lived in relative obscurity. This time, it pointed him to the west side of the country. Fugaku was unimpressed with the transition of residence as he strolled into a highly colonized area with white picket fences and small European manors. The last one he had stood before in this country had been large and arching, with vast grounds surrounding the polished white marble abode. Of course, Fugaku held a disdain for any manor built in the western world. It lacked the dignity and culture of the hidden continents. Fugaku sneered at the houses and rapped briskly on the door.

A hawkish, petite woman in a nightgown answered the door. She took in his Eastern clothes and glanced up into his eyes. "What do you want?" she asked.

Her hair was light brown. Unlikely to be an Uchiha, no matter what they were calling themselves these days, unless by marriage. Fugaku brushed past her into her house.

The woman squawked. Fugaku's sneer deepened. His wife was much more dignified. "Where are the blooded Uchiha?"

"I knew it! You're one of those freaks. VERNON!" the woman shouted.

A round, red-colored man thumped down the stairs. "What? That lot? What d'they want? This is my house, I say, and I'll say who's in it!"

Fugaku was unimpressed. He'd have to check the bloodline but this man certainly didn't look like an Uchiha. Had the true line been bred out after all these years? The respectable and dignified Uchiha traits- dark hair and dark eyes, a slight figure, quick reactions and a deliberate, ascertaining sort of personality.

The closet door underneath the stairs squeaked open ever so slightly. Too quiet for civilian ears, but Fugaku turned towards it. It was a child with black hair and green eyes. The likely Uchiha candidate.

"I was looking for a black-haired man related to me," Fugaku informed the civilians. "About your age, more slight. His name was Jemesu Uchiha." Fugaku didn't speak this stupid language perfectly, and if his relatives were Uchiha, they were going to have a Hidden Continents accent on their name. Fugaku had met the man a few times as a child at the white marbled manor.

"Jame Potter and his wife died in a car accident. Their son lives with us, as you should know, you freak!" the woman snapped.

Well, Fugaku would have to make sure the child was blood. Fugaku strode to the closet, whipped it open, and snatched the child's arm.

"Come," he ordered, and pulled the child into the hallway. The child was thin, too thin even for an Uchiha. The child's fingertips were crisped with a burn Fugaku knew had not come from practicing a jutsu. This child had been abused.

Fugaku flicked out a scroll in one smooth motion. He knelt down to the floor and pulled out a kunai. He pricked the child's finger until it bled, ignoring the sound the child made, and swiped the finger against the scroll. The Uchiha mark flared.

That was that, then. Fugaku rolled up the scroll, still keeping an arm on the child. "This boy is an Uchiha." Like hell he was going to leave an Uchiha to live a life of servitude to some civilians, branch member or not. Fugaku liked to deliberate with his wife, a council, or more recently his eldest son Itachi, but he also was a man who did not like to waste his time. If he didn't take the child with him now, he'd have to make a return trip. It would waste his energy, too. "I'm taking the child," Fugaku said.

"F-for good? Now, wait just a second here-"

Fugaku turned roughly and headed for the door with the child. He ignored the civilians even as they rushed out after him.

At the edge of the neighborhood, Fugaku summoned a giant crow- his contract animal- and swiftly took to the sky atop the animal.

The Uchiha boy froze against Fugaku's side.

"What's your name, boy?" Fugaku asked.

"H-Harry Potter, sir."

"Heri. Heri Uchiha." Fugaku nodded to himself. "You are my nephew."

"Really? Are you-"

"I am not related to those disgusting civilians. You are an Uchiha. From now on, you will conduct yourself with the pride of the Uchiha. I will provide you a place within the clan."