Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto

AN: This prologue is the only chapter that will be a Narrative the rest will be in first person.

THIS IS RATED M FOR A REASON!

THIS IS A DARK FICTION MEANING NOT FOR LITTLE KIDDIES AND PEOPLE WITH SENSATIVE SENSABILITES! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

WILL CONTAIN: MENTIONS OF TORTURE, RAPE, MURDER, VIOLENCE, PSYCOLOGICAL TORTURE, ABUSE, AND OTHER UNPLEASENT THINGS.

Prologue:

Harry POV (This chapter only)

Looking back now I can tell you I never expected anything out of the ordinary that day so long ago. Nor did I ever think so many years of pain and misery could be born from a chance meeting. I had thought upon being transported to a new world that I could finally find peace. Even in a world as war torn as the one I found myself in I did not give up hope. With the Hallows absorbed into my body taking my magic with it, leaving me with the single ability of true sight I foolishly thought I could live a normal life.

For a while I succeeded. I lived and worked at a shrine dedicated to healing. For twenty years I lived in peace tending the sick and wounded and healing many of them. Over the years the villagers noticed I did not age and came to the conclusion that I was a god of healing and mercy.

But I became nothing but a blight that led to their deaths. Being not from that world I lacked something important something that set me apart from others. I was with out chakra. At the time I did not know, but to shinobi I was a blank spot to their developed chakra. It was this that drew the man that would lead to many years of pain and suffering to me. He was fascinated by not only my lack of chakra, but the unearthly beauty I had acquired upon the Hallows absorption into my being.

…. In a few short hours he became obsessed….. possessive…

He took me from the shrine and the tiny farming village I had made my home

… I would know nothing of freedom again for many many years. I would be stripped on everything he could strip me of. My dignity, my pride, and even my name which in time even I forgot… instead I would be given a title as if I were nothing more than a pretty object and possession and to him I was

I was called…..

Oracle