Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor Naruto. They belong to their respective owners, J. K. Rowling and Kishimoto.

Summary: HP crossover. We've all heard it before...Dumbledore hires our favorite loudmouthed demon-boy to protect Harry Potter. But what if Voldemort gets the same idea and hires a demon-boy of his own? mild shounen ai, NARUGAA

Timeline: In the Harry Potter timeline, its post-OotP. BUT SIRIUS DID NOT DIE, BECAUSE HE'S TOO COOL FOR THAT! AND ANYONE WHO SAYS OTHERWISE, I'LL...I'LL...

Ahem. Anyway, moving on... ;; Let's just say, Sirius fell through the veil but they were able to recover him after several months' worth of carefully picking the veil apart (magically). In Naruto, Orochimaru has been defeated (because I hate the guy so I decided to kill him off myself >:D, wow I'm giving myself such power here), Sasuke has been brought back, and pretty much everything's going well. Gaara has NOT been made Kazekage, he's just risen through the regular ranks of the ninja.

Ages/Status:

Harry - 16

Ron - 16

Hermione - 16

Naruto - 16, Anbu

Gaara - 16, Jounin

Tsunade and Dumbledore - 1,000,000 who knows how many years

Okay, I think that's all for now...so enjoy and please drop off a review!

Prologue - Of Ex-Convicts and Dirty Hands

A boy, almost a young man, sighed wearily as he watched his only relatives pile back into their car, screaming obscenities as their goodbyes. Ignoring the strange looks he was attracting, the teenager grasped his cart and turned to maneuver it towards platform 9 and 10 when a shrieking cry caused him to jerk his head up.

It was not a cry of alarm, however; a slow smile spread itself across the bespectacled boy's face as he spotted the source of the noise.

"HARRY!"

All traces of weariness vanished at the sight of the bright head of orange hair barreling its way rudely through the protesting crowds. Not far behind came even more orange heads approaching, although at a more decent pace.

"Ron!" Harry Potter waved enthusiastically, ignoring the squawking protests coming from the encaged snow white owl atop of his luggage.

"Gawd, Harry, it's so great to see you!" Ron gushed as he finally reached his destination, much to the relief of everyone else in the station. Being knocked down by a huge cart was not the most pleasant thing in the world.

"Yeah, me too." Harry smiled warmly. And he truly meant it. After spending almost his entire summer worrying constantly about whether his godfather was alive or not, not to mention the Dursley's insensitive attitude, he was more than glad to see a friendly face.

"I heard about Sirius!" Ron babbled on excitedly, turning only momentarily to acknowledge the arrival of the rest of his family. "It's true, isn't it? They got him out of the veil? And he's okay and stuff?"

"Ronald, how many times do I have to tell you? He's perfectly fine! Your father does work at the Ministry, you know!" Mrs. Weasley answered for Harry in an exasperated tone that indicated this was not the first time she'd had to say that. "Hello, Harry." She smiled, immediately changing her tone. "Hope you've been doing okay? Been a tough summer for you, I'm sure."

"I'm fine, thank you Mrs. Weasley." Harry responded cheerfully. "Hi Ginny." The younger redhead nodded in response.

"I was just checking with Harry, Mum." Ron defended himself from his mother's previous comment.

Harry chuckled as he and the Weasleys wheeled their carts toward the solid brick wall between platforms 9 and 10.

"So how'd they get him out? And what happened afterwards?" Ron inquired, unconcerned as the two walked right through the wall. "They didn't send him straight back to Azkaban, did they?"

Harry shook his head, smiling. "Not at all. Dumbledore stood up for him, argued for his innocence. Being Dumbledore and all, the Ministry decided to give Sirius a trial of sorts. I actually had to go in and testify - sorry I didn't tell you about that. They weren't completely convinced, though, so they used Veritaserum and just asked Sirius a bunch of questions."

Ron was grinning broadly as the two hauled their trunks into the train. "So he's innocent now!"

"Yeah, it's great! He'll be at Hogwarts, too!"

Ron chuckled at a thought. "Mind you, the press is going to have a field day. If the Ministry could make a mistake in sending one innocent to Azkaban, they're gonna pounce on the fact that there could be more."

Harry shuddered, remembering the effects of a dementor's presence. He didn't know how Sirius had managed to stay sane for 13 years around those monsters, and he was perfectly fine not knowing. "I hope not. Where's - " Harry stopped, pausing to yawn.

"You alright, mate?" Ron asked, concerned. Harry nodded.

"You look a bit tired."

Harry shrugged. "S'ok. I couldn't do homework, what with being distracted with Sirius and all, so I had to do it all in the last week."

Ron's eyes bulged. "The last week? You finished all your homework in one week? It took me that long to finish just my Potions essay!"

Harry laughed. "Haha, well, I'm sure if Hermione was with you, you wouldn't have procrastinated as much to take that long. Where is she, anyway?" The black haired teen wondered.

Ron shrugged. "Probably got here before us. Come on, let's go look for her. She'll want to know all about Sirius too."

The two boys chatted amiably about their summers and Quidditch, neither noticing a single eye watching as they left the car.

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After the sorting and welcoming feast, the trio broke off from the rest of the Gryffindors and made their way to the staff table.

Ignoring the usual glares from a certain Potions master, Harry eagerly approached the headmaster. "Professor! Is Sirius here?"

Snape nearly flinched with anger at the name, indicating the ex-convict probably was.

Dumbledore smiled warmly at the three students, his periwinkle eyes twinkling in their usual manner. "Ah, I'd wondered when you'd bring that up. Yes, in fact he is here. I've allowed his stay for this school year, as he's desired to spend some much deserved time with you. And I daresay, you'll be delighted to know who our new Defense against the Darks arts teacher is."

"Who? I didn't see anyone new at the staff table during the feast." Hermione frowned slightly.

"That's because it's a full moon tonight." Came a wonderfully familiar voice from behind. At this point, Snape let out a derisive snort and immediately left the table, striding down to the dungeons with a disgusted expression marring his face.

"Sirius!" Harry threw himself into his godfather's arms, nearly knocking the both of them down.

"Good to see ya, Snuffles." Ron offered cheerily as Hermione grinned in agreement.

"You too, guys. Harry, hope your summer wasn't too stressful because of me." Sirius fondly ruffled the messy black hair.

"Course not." Harry grinned up at his godfather, finally releasing him. If possible, Harry's face lit up even more as he remembered something. "Wait, you said the DADA professor wasn't here because of a full moon?"

"Lupin!" Ron crowed, jumping up to hug a startled Hermione.

"Right on. As for me, I'll be assisting Remus once in a while. Oh by the way, my room's in the Gryffindor tower too, its one of the single private ones if you want to drop by."

"Man this is gonna be the best year ever. Sirius and Professor Lupin here, at the same time. Even You-Know-Who won't ruin things for us now!" Ron exclaimed happily.

He didn't know how wrong he was.

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Harry grinned widely, rocking on the balls of his feet as he waited impatiently for his friend.

"Ron, come on!"

"I'm hurrying, ok, I'm hurrying!" Came the harried voice. The two had decided to show up early for Quidditch tryouts so they could get used to the feel of their brooms again. Ron, however, was taking an annoyingly long time to get changed.

Finally, the redhead showed up, slightly panting, broom clutched in hand. Without further words, the two kicked off from the ground, yelling wildly as they flew about aimlessly. Harry pulled his Firebolt from under him into a straightened position, sending him careening towards the ground.

"Watch this, Ron!" He shouted.

Barely two inches off the ground, Harry pulled as hard as he could and whooshed away from crashing 110 miles per hour into the ground.

"Nice one mate!"

"Yes, really, genius of you to attempt cracking your head open. Pity it failed." A sneering voice interrupted.

Looking down, Harry spotted the all too familiar blond smirking up at him, flanked by several Slytherin players.

"Shove off, Malfoy, its Gryffindor tryouts!" Ron snarled, flying down and dismounting his broom. Harry followed suit, if only to keep Ron from getting into another brawl.

"Do I look like I care? Professor Snape certainly doesn't." Malfoy sneered, brandishing a signed piece of parchment.

"Oh no, you're not doing that again you little - " Ron was abruptly cut off at the sound of slight rumbling.

"What was that?" One of the second year Slytherins spoke up nervously. His companion, another second year, tugged anxiously at Malfoy's sleeve.

"Maybe we shouldn't bother Harry Potter, he might do something to us."

"Shut up!" Malfoy snarled, viciously yanking his sleeve out of the weak grip. "That was just thunder, you ignorant little twit!"

Harry looked up at the clear blue skies, not a single cloud in sight. "Um..."

Before he could say anything more, however, the ground only a few feet away from the Slytherin group shook violently before cracking. Harry could only watch in horror as dirt rose from within the cracks, forming into the shape of a giant hand.

"What the..." Ron gaped, staring.

Malfoy's scream roused everyone from their paralyzed state. In the next second, the group of Slytherins and the two Gryffindors were scrambling madly across the field towards the exit.

"What the effing hell is that bloody thing?" Ron shouted over the din of yelling Slytherins.

"I have no idea!" Harry yelled back. "If this is some kind of joke, or something..."

"Aquaris Cascada!" Turning, Harry saw practically a waterfall appear out of thin air to pour over the giant dirt hand, drenching it in sparkling clear water. The hand slowed down considerably, much heavier as mud than dry dirt. Harry watched with morbid fascination as the thing slowly collapsed in on itself to leave only a harmless puddle of mud.

Looking over, Harry spotted the caster of the spell running towards him.

"Sirius!"

"Harry, what the bloody hell was that thing? I come down to watch your tryouts, and you're already in trouble? Although, a dirt hand is definitely not what I expected..." Sirius was grinning though, as if proud Harry was causing mischief.

Harry shook his head. "I didn't do that. We were just arguing with the Slytherins over who had the field, and it just burst out of the ground!"

"The Slytherins are so filthy, the dirt itself probably wanted to make them their own." Ron put in, clearly thinking only of Malfoy.

"Ron, that thing was going for you guys."

"What!"

Sirius was no longer smiling. "Maybe Dumbledore should hear about this."

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"A dirt...hand." Hermione voiced tonelessly.

"Yes! The ground just split open, and it came at us like Buckbeak after Malfoy!"

"Ronald, as much as I know you like adventures, you don't have go invent silly things to make them seem more interesting." Hermione clucked her tongue disapprovingly.

"It's true!" Ron wailed. "And check, by the way." He added as an afterthought, knocking away Harry's rook.

"It is, Hermione. It certainly sounds weird, but Dumbledore seems to have taken it seriously." Harry offered helpfully as he moved his king.

The bushy haired girl turned a dubious eye onto her other friend. "You're kidding me."

"No, actually he said something like this happened before. A few days ago, a Death Eater almost escaped from Azkaban because a 'dirt hand' pried the bars open." Harry explained. "There were other incidents too, and they all involved some form of dirt or sand just suddenly coming alive. And they all just happened to be related to Voldemort."

"So the one in the Quidditch field was obviously after you, then, Harry." Hermione worried, finally deciding to believe them. "But what kind of spell would do that?"

"Maybe the levitation spell?" Ron put in.

"But why dirt, of all things? And there wasn't anyone at the field you saw performing any spells besides Sirius, and he was getting rid of the thing."

"Maybe Malfoy! He was probably faking that girlish scream so we wouldn't know it was him!" Ron exclaimed excitedly.

"I doubt it, Ron." Hermione retorted. "He wouldn't sacrifice his pride just like that."

Ron grumbled, obviously not convinced.

"Well, Sirius taught me that water charm so if it happens again, I can get rid of it myself. Apparently, water is its weakness."

"Just in case, Harry, I think you should teach it to us too."

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A/N: Okay, sorry there wasn't any Naruto in here yet, but this is only the prologue. I guess this chapter is mainly just to link OotP to my story so it transitions better. Next chapter will definitely have Naruto in it!

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