Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic, so please be easy on me! (Constructive criticism, however, is welcome.) Thanks!

This will end up being a multi-cross between Harry Potter, Yu-Gi-Oh, and Naruto. I don't own any of these-I just let my mind wander thereafter reading/watching these! There are no pairings as of yet; maybe in the future? It won't be a major portion of the story though.

The first chapter is going to be short-hopefully they will get longer as the chapters progress. I also have a slight tendency to rush through explanations sometimes...please notify me to slow down the pace and increase descriptions (if necessary).

Enjoy!

wormyapple~

It was a normal night-not. A young boy was tossing and turning in his sleep. He quickly sat straight up in bed after waking from yet another nightmare.

That was the third one this night alone!

These nightmares of his were fairly usual; only two or three per night. However, this last one he just woke from was quite different.

It started out same enough-facing down a group of dementors, hearing his mom's final words and even more finalizing scream, watching Cedric die-they were all just memories that played out each and every night. Yet that night, his mind soared towards the prophecy told to him: "...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..."

...either must die…

...neither can live…

Dang it! He didn't need this in his life. His mind wandered.

Is this why I keep having these "trials" and getting into constant trouble? Was I raised in an environment so that I don't care for my own life? Dumbledore knew the prophecy. He knew.

He knew.

HE KNEW.

That both worried and scared him, compelling him to wake. As he sat, he turned towards his little window. The remnants of the bars that once locked him in still marred the windowsill. It was a quiet night; not a sound to be heard. He stared up at the bright, yet waning moon and contemplated.

He couldn't trust Dumbledore the "good wizard" anymore, but he couldn't go to Voldemort either, as between him and his followers, everyone whom he was to care about was gone (or may as well be). James Potter. Lily Evans-Potter. Sirius Black. Frank and Alice Longbottom. Cedric Diggory.

He chocked on his tears.

Harry was done. Done with it all. He needed to leave now before it was too late and his fractured heart broke even further.

His face lit up as an idea struck him like lightning. With a now determined face, he began to pull up the floorboards beneath his dismal bed.

Where is it? Where is it?

…

Aha!

He pulled the small device out and set it gently in the palm of his other hand. He remembered an old friend-the only one Dudley couldn't beat away-gave this to him years ago as he set out to leave the country with his father.

"Only use this if you feel like you have no hope left. No one to turn to. You will then be free."

Those words always kept the boy going all these years since his friend left. That hope is still possible even in difficult situations. However, he never felt he was in a situation that compelled him to use this last resort.

That silence ended now.

There was only one singular number saved on this device. Only one was needed.

He hit send.

A soft ringing was heard until…

"Moshi Moshi"