This is the fixed version (number 3) of this story and I am more than a little sick of this thing. Hope you enjoy it, it's my first multichap crossover story and after this I doubt I'll write another one. I don't care that this story sucks I'm going to finish it even if that means I stop it at third year because shinobi could probably finish the job faster than wizards can.

NOTE: The times are in military time. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto. I don't own the idea, only the plot and creativeness.

Privet Drive, Surrey, England

24:00, November 1st:

The wind rattled glass along the window planes, doorsteps creaking with every gust of the cold November air. Wind chimes clinked in the moonlight, honks and skidding tires heard in the distance. Street lamps blinked in and out of existence, a peaceful night for the cookie cutter houses along the street.

A small bundle shifted on the concrete doorstep of Number Four, the sleeping baby yawning cutely before clutching and unclutching the blanket surrounding him. Under a tuft of jet black hair, a crude lightning bolt was carved in the fine skin.

The wind whistled past the child.

"You know, you gave me much trouble."

The baby didn't answer.

"I probably would still be in Suna if not the threat of both Yoshiro and all the Nara clan hounding after your whereabouts."

The toddler continued to keep his face towards the street, the uneven lighting casting an odd glow along his small body.

"The Hokage wants to see you to. I believe most of Konoha- and Suna, and Kumo, and most of the other nations- know about you. You're quite famous, you know that?"

Emerald green eyes flickered open for a few moments, staring blankly at the pineapple headed man in front of him.

"Dada?" Spit came out of the child's mouth as it reached up to the older male, the young boy's head tilted slightly to the side.

Shikaku Nara sighed as he reached down to pick up the young boy, smiling slightly as the child snuggled into the warmth. "It's a good thing I found you, you know," Shikaku told the young child as he leaned down to pick up the blanket and letter. "It's dangerous out here."

The Nara silently added, 'And I really would not like to travel around the world again. You're troublesome, you do know that don't you, Harry Potter?'

Harry Potter sighed as the duo left Number Four Privet Drive, Surrey. Shikaku strode down the street for a few minutes, before flicking his head around to check if he was in the right place.

Nodding, the Nara disappeared in a flash of smoke.

Bang!

Albus Dumbledore's Office, Hogwarts, Scotland

8:28, November 3rd:

WIZARDING WORLDS SAVOIR, MISSING?

By Rita Skeeter

Last Wednesday night, as we all know, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was defeated by Harry Potter, at a terrible cost of Lily and James Potter's life. Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Grand Sorcerer of the Wizengamot, etc. took the Boy-Who-Lived and took him to a safe place, where the Dark Lord's followers could not extract revenge. However- This reporter having heard an urgent conversation between Dumbledore and a Minerva McGonagall, it turns out our Savoir is missing from the safe house! Gone since Friday, Dumbledore has tried to hush up this little problem, but I felt the need to tell the public exactly what is going on since You-Know-Who's death.

This reporter will get to the bottom of this outrage.

Cornelius Fudge threw down the newspaper in front of the aged wizard, his face as red as a beat. "Dumbledore! What is the meaning of this? Harry Potter- gone! The Savoir of the Wizarding World can't just disappear! And now it's out to the public- My job and life is on the line!"

The Headmaster stroked his beard as he stared down at the paper, a faint frown on his face as the twinkle in his bright blue eyes diminished. "I dare say, Minister, that this article is true."

The Minister of Magical Britain flushed as he stared at the man, his mouth wide open in both surprise and anger.

"But," The Headmaster continued, ignoring the sputtering coming from Fudge. "This is not exactly completely right. I know where Harry is."

The Minister almost collapsed in relief when he heard those words, feeling as if the weight of the world was lifted off his head.

"Where then, Dumbledore?'

Albus Dumbledore smiled at the portly man in a bowler's hat. "I am afraid I cannot release that information."

Minister Fudge's face turned an interesting purple, then pink, and bright fire truck ruby. "I-I am the Minister of Magical Britain, Dumbledore, and I demand to know where Harry Potter is being kept!"

The white haired wizard mocked zipping his mouth shut and locking it with a key, his blue eyes twinkling knowingly as Fudge turned an even bright shade of scarlet.

"An Unbreakable Vow, Dumbledore!?"

Dumbledore nodded seriously. "You must be assured, that young Harry is in a kind and loving place."

With that out of his mouth, the aged wizard shooed Cornelius out of his office, the man in a bowler's hat sputtering about the Boy-Who-Lived.

Albus Dumbledore sighed as his office became silent, the familiar twirling and odd noises slowly ticking from their own equally odd instruments.

"I do hope Harry is safe," The Headmaster paused as he turned towards his window, the gloomy fog hanging over the Quiditch pit covering anyone who might have been outside. "Wherever he is." Fawkes trilled quietly in agreement.

Front Gate of Konohagakure, Hidden Village of the Leaves,

12:17, November 3rd:

"Finally!" Shikaku Nara nearly yelled with joy, staring at the familiar looming gates. "I thought I was going to lose it in Kiri…. When we accidently ended up there, of course. So troublesome…" The jounin added before the guards at the gate could question.

"Nara-san?"

The dark pineapple haired man nodded. "The Hokage wishes to speak with you."

The man sighed. "And I was just looking forward to my wife's cooking…" The Chunin cracked a grin before putting on a professional face. "If you would precede, sir."

Shikaku sighed and looked at the baby strapped to his back, big green eyes staring around at the Village in wonder. "You're too much work, you know that?" Harry blinked before putting his small hands on top of the old Nara's head. "Dada!"

The Nara groaned once again and took off the harness holding the baby, turning the child so it looked at him. "How many times do we have to go over this? I'm not your father!"

The baby just giggled.

Shikaku sighed and slipped the harness back on, before following the Chunin through the mass of people, waving sometimes.

Before long the crowd thinned out, and the trio (if you counted Harry) stood in front of Hokage Tower.

The dark hair man opened the door and walked past the secretaries and Shinobi, before finally arriving at the back of the tower, where the entrance to the Hokage's office was.

"Are you Nara Shikaku and…" The secretary looked down at the paper and tried to pronounce the name. "Potta Harri?"

Harry waved his pudgy little hand over at the woman sitting behind the counter, making her smile slightly at the sight of a smiling baby.

"Ywes!"

The secretary's eyebrows rose at the word. "All right then. Hokage-sama is waiting for you."

Shikaku strode through the door leading to the Hokage's office, muttering slightly under his breath to Harry, "We need to teach you Japanese, kid."

The scarred man shut the door behind him as he entered, making the ancient looking Hokage's head to raise up. "Ah, Nara-san. Is this the boy?"

Shikaku nodded. "Hai, Hokage-sama. I would like though, to change the kid's name. No one can pronounce it this… Western way."

Sarutobi nodded and called for the secretary to bring in adoption and name changing forms. The secretary quickly came and did so, and soon both of the highly well-known fighters were filling out paperwork, much to both of their horror.

"Excuse me, sir?" Shikaku had to ask the Hokage. "Yes?"

"Why can't I just say, 'I'll take the boy, and rename him something-or-a-rather Nara'?"

The Hokage sighed. "If only everything was that easy. But we need to make sure people aren't adopting someone else's child, while they are still alive and wish to keep them, and… It is, as I am sure you would call it, troublesome."

The Nara let out a laugh.

After an hour past in a furious atmosphere filled with paper, Shikaku looked down at Harry Potter- or, Haru Nara. Shikaku stared at the child. The kid stared back with an equal intensity.

"Dada?"

Shikaku smiled at the Japanese. "Yeah, brat. You're stuck with me."

The Hokage gave a small grin as he shooed them out of the door. Soon all was quiet again in the office of the feared warrior, for once almost cleared of paper work.

Sarutobi sighed in relief as he lit his pipe and relaxed in his chair. "So peaceful…"

The secretary threw the door open with her feet, in her arms, taller than the woman herself, was a huge pile of paperwork. "Sir- One of the Genin teams set fire to Tora, the Daimyo's Wife is sending in a lawsuit and complaint-"

Hokage-sama slammed his head on his desk.

"WHY!?"

The oldest Nara, who was leaving the tower, snickered when he heard the cry. "That is why," The man told his newest child. "You don't take up the Hokage's job. Let some other poor sap get stuck with the paperwork demons."

Harry/Haru giggled in agreement, even though he didn't understand.

The duo set off running towards the Nara house, the large building situated near the outskirts of the forest. The worn down cobblestone streets leading to the house quickly became less populated, before the street itself was deserted leading to the (what could be considered) manor.

Considering that it did have to house most of the Nara clan, and then some, no one raised an eyebrow when people passed through the rarely used road.

It was just his luck that most of the clan were surrounding the large table in the dining room.

Shikaku sighed as he stood in the shadow of the doorway, mentally counting down the time before he (and Haru) would be attacked.

'Three.'

The people around the table cheerfully laughed.

'Two.'

Shikaku saw his wife, Yoshiro, hugging tightly his other son, Shikamaru.

'One-'

Shikaku's foot was an inch from the light when he heard the voices.

"Has Shikaku-chan come back yet?" It was his Sobo. It was amazing the old bird had lived that long, considering of the wounds she had when she was younger.

Shikaku winced at the endearment at the end, trying not to look at his wife, who was undoubtly trying to hold in her giggles.

"No. He should be back soon."

His Sobo smacked her husband, who surprisingly had lived just as long as she. The once Jounin blinked sleepily before turning his head to look at his wife. "Whaa?"

"W'y Chich' gone?" Shikamaru asked innocently, the almost two year old able to form somewhat understandable sentences.

Another person from the other side of the room called out, "Yeah. Why is Leader-sama gone anyways?"

Shikamaru's itoko thinned her lips, before responding. "Cousin, your Otousan is looking for… another family member."

Shikamaru had a 'huh?' look on his face. "Thi' family!" The child pointed from himself to the whole table. Yoshiro bounced the young child on her leg, before responding.

"Yes, but there is another person in the family also."

The members of the family conversed among themselves, before the person from before asked their question once again.

"Why is Oji gone then?"

One of the many, many, great uncles (Shikaku could never remember who was who. It was all just to troublesome.) scratched their head before responding.

"Well… It all started back when I was a boy."

All the people sitting in the pale green dining room turned their head to look at the male, much to his surprise and glee.

"One of my Aunt's and Uncle's had a little child, a girl, with bright red hair and the most brilliant green eyes I ever saw."

Several younger kids gossiped among themselves at the news.

"As you might have guessed, it was a mystery to the parents exactly why their child had red hair and green eyes, but they shrugged it off, and the child grew up to two years old in this house."

Several women frowned when they realized where the story was going.

"It wasn't until the father started to try and teach the little girl, named Sayuri, that they realized something was wrong with their child."

The children leaned forward despite themselves.

"She had no Chakra."

One of the cousins gasped. "No chakra? But everyone-!"

The Grand Uncle shook his head sadly.

"She had no chakra. It manifested so differently that she couldn't access it, and it completely disappeared soon after."

Shikamaru frowned, and so did Haru on Shikaku's back, from where the duo was listening.

"You could imagine the shock the family felt, and, although the Nara Clan didn't mean so, they-" He froze. "-we started treating her differently. And soon after word, the girl just… disappeared."

"Disappeared Grand Uncle?"

The grey haired man nodded solemnly. "Disappeared. Vanished. No signs of struggle, she wasn't planning anything, and didn't bring anything, no one knew anything. It was just…. She left. But she didn't. We suspected kidnapping, but trackers never found Sayuri in any of the Hidden Villages."

The man gratefully accepted the glass of water handed to him, and the room sat in silence as they listened to the story.

"One week ago, we had our first clue to her whereabouts in over twenty years."

Now all the family members were listening in rapt attention, Shikaku's Sobo even stopped bickering with her husband long enough to listen to the story.

"She was adopted, it seems. Her memory wiped and given a new name. And, the reasons we couldn't find her was-" He sighed. "-she wasn't in any of the villages. She was brought to the outside."

A dramatic gasp came from the audience, Shikaku bowing his head slightly from his spot in the doorway.

"And, as of October thirty first, when she was twenty two, Sayuri, or then known as Lily Potter nee Evans, was killed by a mass murder, along with her husband."

Silence filled the air. Not one of the Shinobi cried at the thought, but a certain kind of sadness shown through their eyes at the thought of how the poor little girl was treated.

"But she had a son."

Eyes snapped up to look at the Uncle, who was leaning heavily on his cane as he motioned around with his arms.

"And he survived, and that is why Shikaku is gone."

Yoshiro spoke up before any of the other family members could speak. "He is going to retrieve the boy, and adopt him into the family. We shall treat him better than how Sayuri was treated before."

Someone began clapping slightly, before others started. Soon the whole dining room was filled with cheers, the laughter and rhythm shaking the glass in the windows, and shifting the table and chairs.

Shikaku allowed himself a smile, before looking back at Harry/Haru. "You ready kid?"

Haru smiled as his pudgy hands reached forward to grip Shikaku's hair. "Dada!"

The Nara leader's lips twitched upward as he stared at the boy. "You sure love my hair, kid. Let's go."

And with a determined look on his face, the dark haired man stepped out of the shadows and into the light.

There was a gasp.

"Shikaku!"

"Leader-sama!"

"You little rascal!"

"Papa!"

"Otousan!"

Shikaku gave Haru over to Yoshiro, who quickly put him on her knees next to Shikamaru.

The genius Nara boy stared down at the green eyed toddler, before smirking as he tweaked his nose. "'wey!" Haru protested, leaning against Yoshiro so he could lean across to tackle the older boy.

The Nara's crowded around Shikaku, much to his amusement, and quickly demanded to know everything that happened.

"Well," The Nara leader began. "Where should I start?"