Summary
What if Harry was sent to Konoha after fifth year? What if he befriended a certain blond? Harry meets our favorite blond and decides that he has to get stronger. After the summer, Harry has to return to Hogwarts with all the habbits and quirks that come with his new strength. But weird things will happen this year. Between Harry's odd behavior, unusually friendly rivals and the 'transfer students', it's going to be a crazy year. Be careful Hogwarts, you're messing with more than just magic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Naruto.

"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

Letter/Scroll

Harry slumped into a chair and stared out his bedroom window. He searched the night sky for Hedwig and sighed in relief when he spotted her flying toward the house. He opened the window for her, went to his desk and began writing a letter.

Dear Hermione,

I have had a Feeling lately that I won't be around soon. Don't worry, I'll be alive and away from Voldemort. I'm sending you Hedwig since I won't be around to care for her. Tell nobody about this letter, burn it once you finish reading. If anyone asks, I disappeared.

Love Always, Harry

He looked over his letter twice before balling it up and tossing it in the trash without another thought. The old Harry would have written a letter like that. After Sirius' death he just didn't feel the same about his old friends, or anything really. He'd had a Feeling lately that something was going to happen to him. He had no idea what. Good or bad, all he knew was that it was what was supposed to happen. One way or another.

Sighing again, he wrote pretty much the same thing, but addressed it to Luna Lovegood and signed it, 'Your Friend Harry.' Odd as she was, she was trustworthy. Spurred on by the ever-present Feeling in his stomach, he wrote another such letter to Draco Malfoy. This one was a little less formal.

Malfoy,

I suppose I could call you Draco just this once. I have this weird Feeling that I will be gone soon. On holiday or something. I know that you will make some huge discovery or some such thing over the summer and will need someone to talk to, the Feeling tells me so. When that time comes, send Fawkes. He is no longer loyal to Dumbledore and will come when called. Especially to me. See you in Hogwarts Malfoy. We are more alike than you think and this year, all past wrongs will be made right. I expect your usual unpleasantness but a little kindness would be appreciated. Burn this letter as soon as you finish reading it.

Your Rival and Eternal Ally

Harry Potter

He had no idea how he knew most of the things he wrote of in his letter to Malfoy or why he had written them. Oh well. He tied the letters to Hedwig's outstretched leg. "Deliver Malfoy's letter first, then go to Luna. You will have to stay with her for a bit and she'll take good care of you." He ran his fingers over her soft back. "I'll miss you Hedwig, take care." With that said she flew away with a soft, sad hoot.

He watched her go, feeling truly alone for the first time since his eleventh birthday. Turning to survey his room, he decided that he was as prepared as possible – considering that he had no idea what was going to happen to him. He had a bag of galleons, sickles and knuts, a wad of muggle money, a variety of new muggle and magical books, new muggle clothes and a few wizard's robes and a new wand-holster that went on his thigh. Almost all of this was packed in his new trunk. The trunk was one of the self-shrinking ones, thank Merlin and Harry had even managed to cast an Undetectable Extension Charm on the thrice accursed thing. Now with his trunk in his pocket and his wand in his holster, all there was left to do was wait.

How had he done all of this underage magic? Easy, he bought an unregistered wand from the incredibly mysterious wand maker, Segreto. After the Dursleys picked him up from the train, they went shopping in London. Harry took the opportunity to shop in Diagon and Knockburn Alleys for a while. He was able to buy everything he needed in that one trip.

Lying in bed a little bit later, Harry reflected on the battle at the Ministry of Magic. During the battle, Voldemort had foolishly possessed Harry in his quest for both immortality and invincibility. Harry had only been possessed for a minute or so, but the damage was done. Harry's Inner Slytherin had reared it's head from where it had been lying dormant, buried within his heart. He hadn't really been the same since then. Giving up on such useless thoughts, he rolled over and let sleep claim him.

Harry was running down Private Drive like he did every morning of the summer. Suddenly he stopped his morning run for the first time in two years. There was a house between #1 and #2 that hadn't been there yesterday. Since everybody else walked right on by without so much as a pause, he assumed that nobody else could see it, therefore, it must be magical. The Feeling made itself heard and he knew he was supposed go inside. He also knew that if he went inside then he would leave England for an unknown length of time.

A sigh fell from his lips, 'At least I'll be away from Voldemort.' If he was away from that disgrace, he didn't even care where he was going.

Steeling himself for his…disappearance, he walked into the house. The first thing Harry noticed was how basic the place was. Nothing but the bare essentials. The house had a bathroom, a kitchen and a sparsely furnished bedroom/living room hybrid. A bed was in the corner, there was an uncomfortable looking couch by the window and in the middle of the room was a huge wooden table. The table was covered with more than a few dents and was that…was that dent fist-shaped? He shook his head, no, that was impossible. He directed his attention to the piece of tattered cloth lying amid the dents on the table.

The worn looking cloth had a scratched and scuffed metal plate somehow attached to it's center with a swirly, leaf-like arrow on it. In short, it looked about as beat up as the table. 'This is it.' He took a deep breath and grabbed the cloth.

On his third day of summer holidays, Harry Potter disappeared with nothing more than a quiet poof and a small amount of smoke.

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