The next two weeks had been the best in Harry's young life. The Dursleys had been too scared to remain in the same room as him after Hagrid's revelation. In fact they seemed eager to ignore him altogether. Harry was now free to eat whenever he wished and was no longer in danger at being sent to his cupboard, bedroom. he corrected himself. But that hardly mattered to Harry. In fact except to eat and use the restroom he had barely left his room. He spent hours on end trying to decipher the strange writing that adorned the scroll. What he was able to gather was that it was a manual of some kind but for the life of him he couldn't figure out what it was. One night, as it was getting particularly late, Harry decided to roll up the scroll and go to bed. But as he rolled up the yellowed paper he cut himself. Then something incredible happened. As the blood fell on the parchment the words changed. Warping and twisting it wasn't long until the characters that Harry had struggled to make out were in front of him, clear as day. "What on earth?" he murmured, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he leaned over the scroll.

To you who reads this scroll, I am the last of the Uchiha. Once a great and powerful clan we have been brought low. A war threatens all of existence and I fear that I shall soon be joining the dead.

"Man, this is a little disturbing." Harry muttered but nonetheless pushed his glasses back up his nose and continued reading.

To preserve my clan I am forced to take drastic measures. Sealed inside the scroll, near the bottom you will find a vial of blood. Inject a portion of the blood into yourself. If the blood of the Uchiha runs through your veins, my blood will act as a catalyst, awakening the true power of our clan, hidden within you. And with all luck it will awaken in you, the sharingan.

"What on earth is a sharingan?" Harry asked himself.

The sharingan is the bloodline of my clan, a trait passed down through the generations. Before I risk telling more the ritual must be underwent.

"This sounds good," Harry thought "but how do I do this ritual?" The answer came to him as his gaze fell on the drying blood at the top of the scroll that had dripped from his papercut. Unfurling the scroll even more Harry saw two rectangles drawn at the bottom, one with the word blood written on it the other still looked like gibberish. Taking out a letter opener Harry carefully reopened his papercut and smeared the crimson liquid on the first box. And just as the writer had said a vial of blood appeared in a puff of smoke. Looking down at it Harry was struck by a sudden fear. What if his body couldn't handle the strain. The scroll had only said what would happen if it could. Pushing his doubts aside Harry grabbed the vial and stabbed the needle into his arm. Hissing in pain he slowly pushed down the plunger, watching as the Uchiha blood was pushed into his own veins. When the vial was half empty he sat there for a minute waiting for something to happen. And just when he was about to give up on the scroll being anything more than a dud he was gripped by a searing pain the wracked his entire body. Jerking madly Harry fell out of the chair and lay twitching on the floor of his new room, in too much pain to even cry out. Finally, when he could take no more he passed into merciful unconsciousness. strong/strong Groggily Harry sat up feeling rather worse for wear. Every muscle in his body ached. groping around him on the floor for his glasses Harry froze when he realized that his glasses weren't on his face and he could still see fine. Better than fine actually since his glasses weren't exactly good. Standing up he realized several other things had changed as well. Before he had been rather short and scrawny. Now, he was still short and skinny, but he felt stronger. And his untameable black hair was now longer. It fell around his shoulders in a series of jagged spikes. Leaning in to get a better look at himself in the sink mirror Harry was disappointed to find nothing different about his eyes. Heading back into his room he picked up the scroll and was about open it when he felt a powerful something rush through his body and stop in his eyes as soon as he touched the worn parchment. Tentatively Harry opened the scroll and to his delight a section of the scroll that he had been unable to read was now legible.

The seals I have placed on the scroll are designed to activate a dormant sharingan. You now bear the bloodline of my clan, you are now and Uchiha. The sections below will teach the abilities and limitations of the sharingan. As I sit writing this I request only two things. Redeem us. Rebuild us. Learn from my mistakes, mistakes that have brought my clan to its knees.

Dropping the scroll and racing into the bathroom, slamming the door in a sleepy Dudley's face Harry peered at his face in the mirror. No matter what he'd been expecting, this had not been it. His normally emerald green eyes had been replaced by bright red orbs with a single comma like mark orbiting lazily around each pupil. "Wicked." he breathed, staring closely. "H-Harry? Can I use the bathroom now?" came the nervous voice of Dudley through the door. Harry was in shock. Not only had his cousin used his name but also asked for his permission. "Uh, yeah, sure." Harry said walking out, concealing his new eyes with a huge yawn as his insanely large cousin rushed past him into the bathroom. Back in his room Harry got to work reading the rest of the scroll that he could understand.

The sharingan has many abilities that are unlocked through training and practice, such as casting illusions by eye contact. Several others however are innate and active for as long as the sharingan is active. These include the ability to predict, memorize and copy movements, abilities and information. However to truly master a technique it must be practiced.

After that the scroll went into the history of the Uchiha as well as their more notable members. "Seriously?" Harry groused. "No instructions? I don't even know how to turn it off!" as soon as he spoke he felt the thing that had rushed into his eyes leave them and he knew that they had returned to their normal emerald green. Focusing Harry felt the same rush and knew he had reactivated his sharingan. "Now I know how it works at least." he shrugged. Suddenly a loud squawk sounded from behind him letting him know that the large bird Harry had purchased from Eeylops Owl Emporium. "That reminds me, I haven't named you yet!" Harry said looking apologetically at the large black raven. "How about something out of here?" he asked the bird holding up the scroll. The crow just cocked its head to one side and stared at Harry. "Itachi?" Harry asked, saying the first name he saw. That, as well as the next two names Shisui and Kagami were shot down by angry squawks. "How about Izuna then?" Harry asked looking down at the scroll. According to whoever wrote the scroll Izuna had been the younger brother of the clan's most powerful warrior. The crow blinked at him the squawked again but this time in a more approving manner. "Okay. Izuna it is." he nodded.

In the weeks that followed Harry threw himself into his books. If he was going to be introduced into a totally new society he didn't want to go into it looking like he knew nothing. The sharingan turned out to be an invaluable tool when it came to studying, seeing as he didn't have to have it active to remember things he saw with it on. He also spent time pouring over the scroll that the mystery Uchiha had written hoping to find some tips on how to work it. It was during that time that he came upon the disappointing discovery that his sharingan was fairly weak now compared to what it would become. The tomos, the comma like markings, were a maturity measure. The strongest sharingan would have three in each eye and the abilities would be much stronger than what he currently had. While this was happening Izuna sat in his cage, watching Harry carefully, as if making sure he didn't slack off. Eventually the day before he was supposed to head off to Hogwarts Harry decided he should probably go and talk to his uncle. Walking down from his bedroom he entered the living room where the Dursleys were watching television. Clearing his throat he sent Dudley screaming from the room. His Aunt and Uncle however seemed determined to ignore him. "Um, Uncle Vernon. I need to be at Kings Cross station tomorrow by eleven o'clock." His uncle grunted which Harry chose to take as a yes. "Thanks." he said backing out of the room.

"Funny way to get to school." he said as Harry was leaving.

"Excuse me?" Harry asked, surprised that his uncle was actually speaking to him.

"Magic carpets all got holes in them or something?" he asked nastily.

"Actually I think their illegal." Harry said remembering reading about them in his history of magic book. But his uncle just grunted and went back to ignoring him. Choosing not to push his luck Harry retreated back to his room to pack.

The next morning Harry rose early, showered and dressed quickly, making sure to tuck the Uchiha scroll and his wand safely into his jacket. He didn't bother pulling out any of his book since he had already memorized everything in them. Instead he sat down and attempted to meditate. As it turned out there were side sections of the scroll that only opened if blood was applied to certain areas that acted more like a manual than a letter. One of these had described chakra as a mixture of physical and spiritual energy. As best as Harry could figure, whatever culture the Uchiha clan came from chakra was their name for magic. He wasn't quite sure what it meant when it talked about physical and spiritual energy but he did get that meditation made controlling a person's chakra or magic easier and that in turn made performing spells, or jutsu as the scroll referred to them, easier. It hadn't been hard for him to figure out that it had been magic he had felt rushing into his eyes the first time his sharingan had activated. After that he had quickly discovered that the more he used the sharingan the more the pathways in his eyes that the magic seemed to travel opened wider, as if they were becoming accustomed to the flow of magic. Deciding that it would be a good idea to ingratiate himself to his uncle since he was the one responsible for getting him to the train station Harry busied himself making breakfast for his relatives. By the time the Dursleys came downstairs Harry had eggs, bacon, sausage, and coffee ready and waiting. Eyeing him suspiciously as he sat down, Uncle Vernon had nothing negative to say about Harry that morning as they headed out. Getting his trunk and crow out of the car quickly Harry turned to his Uncle. "Thank you for bringing me here. You don't have to bother escorting me in, I can find my own way." Harry said, laying to flattery on a little thick in his opinion but his uncle ate it up.

"Right then." he said ushering Aunt Petunia and Dudley back into the car.

Taking his cart Harry wheeled his trunk inside, Izuna carefully balanced on top. He had studied, he had practiced, he was ready for anything Harry thought. But then something struck him as he approached his destination. His destination wasn't there. His ticket read Platform 9¾. But the only thing between Platform's 9 and 10 was a brick barrier. Helplessly he looked around for the train he was supposed to board. Just as he was about to give up hope Izuna gave a loud squawk. Looking at Harry for a moment the bird then turned its head and stared pointedly at a large group of people all with bright red hair. A plump looking woman was scolding two of her son's who were grinning unrepentantly. A boy with red hair about his age, with a girl maybe a year younger were glancing around, shifting nervously. Plucking up his courage Harry walked over to the two of them. "Um." he said pulling his cart up beside the boys.

"Oh. Hello." the red haired boy said. "Are you going to Hogwarts too?"

Harry's knees nearly buckled with relief. "Yes." he said. "And I was just wondering…"

"Wondering what?" The red haired boy asked.

"Oh for heavens sake Ron!" the girl sighed. "He was wondering how to get onto the platform!" "

And how was I supposed to know that!" the boy, Ron shot back.

"What else could he be asking about!" the girl snapped at him.

"Umm." Harry tried to interject before they got too far into their argument.

"Oh, sorry mate." Ron said. "Anyway, to get onto the platform all you have to do is walk through the divider between Platform 9 and Platform 10."

Through? Now that caught Harry's attention. Turning to make sure that neither of them was looking at him Harry activated the sharingan and stared at the barrier. as the magic rushed through his eyes Harry was amazed to see that the barrier was transparent. He could see people rushing about on the other side. It seemed almost as if the space the barrier took up was larger on the inside than it was on the outside. Not only that, but the space itself was invisible until you were on the inside. "Wow! Thanks!" Harry said turning back to them, but not before deactivating his sharingan. After all, what would he say if someone discovered it. That he had rediscovered the power of a clan that went on the get itself destroyed in a super war? No, it was better if no one knew he had it.

"Ron! What are you doing over there! You'll miss the train if you don't hurry up." the plump woman called over.

"I was just helping out this bloke who didn't know how to get onto the platform." Ron replied, walking over with his sister and Harry right behind him.

"Oh, how kind of you." the woman smiled. "I'm Molly Weasley dear." she said turning to Harry. "It's Ron's first year at Hogwarts as well. Why don't you go through the barrier together."

"Okay. And thank you." Harry said, as he and Ron pushed their trolleys forward. On a silent mark the two boys sprinted at the barrier, Harry making sure to activate his sharingan as they passed through. He didn't want to miss what that kind of space manipulating spellwork looked like in progress.

It was incredibly crowded once Harry got through the barrier and he soon got separated from Ron. Parents and children of all ages crowded around the large scarlet steam engine in the middle of the platform. Pushing his way through the crowd Harry found himself next to a round faced boy who was accompanied by a severe looking woman Harry assumed was his grandmother.

"Gran, I've lost my toad." the boy said nervously.

"Honestly Neville." the woman sighed.

"Excuse me." Harry said catching their attention. "I think I could help find him if you tell me his name." he told the boy.

"Trevor. His name's Trevor." Neville said, hope shining in his eyes. "But how are you going to find him?" he asked.

Grinning Harry unlocked the latch on Izuna's cage. "Find the toad Trevor and bring him here." he directed, looking the raven in the eye. Izuna squawked once and took off, out of sight in moments thanks to the steam wafting around.

"I will be very impressed if your bird manages to find Neville's toad." the woman said, eyeing Harry severely.

"You don't have to worry about that." Harry assured them both. "Izuna's a very intelligent bird." For a moment Harry thought he saw a flicker of recognition on the woman's face at the name of his crow but it was gone too fast for him to be sure. "My name's Harry Potter by the way." he said holding out a hand to Neville. Neville's eyes got very wide as soon as Harry introduced himself.

"N-Neville Longbottom." he stuttered taking the offered hand. "Don't stutter Neville!" his grandmother scolded. "The Potters and the Longbottoms have been allies for generations!" she snapped.

"They have?" Harry asked shocked, glancing from boy to grandmother.

"You didn't know?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

"No ma'am." Harry said politely.

"My family and your's have been the closest of friends for as long as anyone can remember Mr. Potter." the woman told him. "Your father was close friends with my son Frank. The same with your mother and my daughter-in-law Alice. She was even named your godmother I believe." she said looking thoughtful.

"My godmother?" Harry gaped, emotions swirling around inside him at the revelation. "Yes, you probably would have been raised along Neville here were his parents in any condition to raise a child." Neville's face grew pale as his grandmother spoke, obviously not comfortable with where the conversation was going.

"How about Neville tells me about it on the train. It'll give us something to talk about." Harry cut in before she could spill the beans.

"Young man I like how you think." the woman said laying a hand on Harry's shoulder. "If you need anything make sure you tell someone to call Augusta Longbottom." she told him before waving her wand and levitating both of their luggage onto the train.

"Look, here comes Izuna!" Harry said as a black shape cut through the steam, a brown lump clutched in one of his feet. Landing deftly on Harry's shoulder the crow held out its foot to Neville, allowing him to take the squirming toad from its claws. "Good job." Harry praised his bird, making no moves to put him back in the cage.

"Um, thanks Izuna." Neville said as the crow fixed its stare on him. Satisfied Izuna strengthened his grip on Harry's shoulder and closed his eyes. "Great." Harry groaned as he and Neville climbed onto the train and found an empty compartment.

"What?" Neville asked. "Izuna's gone to sleep. Now I'll never get him to move." Harry said only to receive a loud squawk in the ear as Izuna fluttered off his shoulder and onto one of the racks above their heads. The whistle sounded one last time and Harry felt the train begin to move.