Hey! I just suddenly got inspired to write a Harry Potter and Naruto Crossover that does not involve mission of any sort. Not sure how this is gonna turn out but I have a lot of ideas for this story. Hopefully, I would get through my writer's block on BLIND. Please review!

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR NARUTO.

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"Alrighty," I smiled as I formed the seals for the summoning. Ahhhh, Hirusen-Ojii-sama would kill me if he found out that I was trying to get myself a summoning. I don't see why I couldn't get one. I mean, Naruto onii-sama had one and Kakashi-sempai had one too. Heck, even Kakashi-sempai's weird friend had one. "let just hope it works."

I channel my chakra in my hands and place it on the ground together.

"Kuchiyose no Jutsu!" I muttered. I heard a shout and saw ojii-sama running toward me. The next thing I knew, I was surrounded my smoke and felt the worse sensation ever. I felt like I was being squeezed on all sides through a tube. First thing's first, I thought a summoning jutsu would at LEAST summon something to you, NOT the other way around. Secondly, where the fuck am I going? Thirdly, Ojii-sama is sooooo going to kill me once I get back home.

There was a loud pop and I landed on cold stone floor. The smell of rotting carcass hit me. If it wasn't for the fact that I was a trained shinobi, I would've threw up right then and there. I forced my eyes open and saw nothing. Ok...that's strange. Seconds later, my eyes adjust to the darkness and I found myself in a jail cell. Fuck! This was soooooo not suppose to happen! Maybe someone will noticed that I wasn't suppose to be here. Yea, I'm pretty sure someone would at least come and check whoever was here. I glanced at my surrounding. Ok, a wall with grim on it. Um, a corner with a pile of old clothes. Ok. Let's see, another wall, another corner, and another wall. Shit, there is absolutely nothing here that can help me in any way. The pile of old clothes is just nasty! None, the less, I still walked over to it. I felt my hopes lifted when I saw some chains under the pile of clothes. Alrighty, if I can just use those to break the bars, I'm home free!

I picked up the clothes and found the source of the smell. The chains led to a pair of decaying hands. This was sooooo not doing any good to my stomach. Of course, being the only being on the planet that could get ojii-sama to pass out in anger, I pulled the fabric further away revealing the decaying carcass. The eye socket was hallow and the cheeks had shrunken to the point the skull can be literally seen. There was hardly any hair left on the head and what was left of it had fallen off when I pulled the skeleton's clothes away. Where there wasn't hair, the skull was exposed and there was a place where it caved in. Brain damage much? And then, it hit me. This person, man, woman, whatever, have been dead for years! Nobody had come to check up on this guy for years.

I ran to the other corner of the cell and emptied my stomach. Ahhh fuck, that just put my chances of surviving a few more days down to none. That means I HAVE to get out of here TODAY! I hurried back to the dead prisoner and forced myself to breathe through my mouth. I nearly choked as the smell seem translate into taste in my brain. Oh, how I hate you today brain! I said a quick prayer to the poor soul before pulling out my equipment. Bile rose up my throat as I picked up the lock picking equipment from the rest of my stuff.

You would think I had enough bad luck for the day right? Wrong! Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, fifteen minutes passed, these cuffs would NOT OPEN! You would also think that I would probably resort to breaking the limb for the dead due to frustration right? Yea, I don't think I would get away with that even if I said a prayer for its soul. That does not mean it did not cross my mind, I tell you!

"Why won't you open?" I screamed at the cuffs. I nearly threw my lock picks down in frustration when I heard a small click. Then the cuffs popped open from the wrists of the corpse. Really? They unlock themselves AFTER I screamed at them? What joy! I grabbed the chain cuffs and wrapped the middle part to two of the vertical bars. If this works, I would be home free in a matter of minutes! That is, if someone didn't come and find me. Shit! I sooo do not want to die young. Once the chains were looped once around the bars, I stepped as far away from the entrance as the chains would allow me.

"Please, don't break. Please don't break." I muttered as I applied chakra to my feet before I began pulling on the chain. Heck, I even channel chakra into the chains to reinforce them.

I didn't even have time to cheer for my success when the bars started to bend and were completely ripped from the stone ceiling and floor when I realized the floor was beginning to freeze. I took it as my queue to run right after I muttered a quick two second prayer to the dead who sacrificed its chains for me. I slip right through the bars and saw the ice approach me from my right. Ok, not that way, then this way!

I turned and ran to my left. Not five feet away, I saw the Thing that was making the floor freeze. Maybe they were trying to impersonate a ghost, but that does NOT explain why it was floating a few inches off the ground. Chakra? Maybe. What freaked me out wasn't the fact that it was floating, when it was moving toward me, the cloth that covered it showed no resistance to anything! There was no body under there! As if everything but the torso and up was completely cut off! And the way it moved! I was like a jelly fish! Ok, I've only seen them once but it was a reference! It floated from one side of the walk way and paused for a second before floating to the other side. It was steadily approaching.

Alright, so I picked the wrong direction. There was only one of those creepy things right? Any I did what anybody else would do, RUN THE OTHER FUCKING WAY! No way in hell was I going to stay there and be entertained by that THING! I heard footsteps running toward me. Ok, footsteps. That's one thing I recognize here. Wherever I am. Worse case scenario? Well they just might kill me. At least in that case, I won't be anywhere near that THING!

I turned around the corner and saw people there with very strange clothing. Heck, what do I care? They're humans like me! They can at least become a shield if they can't drive that THING away. All of them were holding a pointy thing. Ha! Like that was going to do anything! They're not even dress to fight! They look at me in shock as I dived into the nearest person and started crying my eyes out. That was one thing I was good at.

"Help me!" I cried burrowing my face into the man's stomach and into his clothes. I the looked up at him and looked back at that THING. It was coming closer along with the frozen floor! I yank at the man's clothes and pointed to the THING crying. Inside, I decided that they were going to die before I even come within a foot of that THING. "Help me! It's coming!"

I kept on tugging on his clothes before deciding that he wasn't going to do anything. Fuck, what useless baggage. I ran behind him and to another person. Maybe this one would be useful. I felt someone pat me in the back before I turned around to see a white mist flying out of the pointing thing. Great, what would mist do to that THING? As sudden as it was summoned, the mist took shape of a stallion and charged at the THING driving it back wards. Maybe that man wasn't as useless as I thought. I turned my heard away and. Began shivering and sniffling like a child to the second person. Might as well play this out right?

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I stared at the people in front of me and tilt my head a bit in confusion. Maybe I'm hearing them wrong. Then I turned my head the other way. Maybe I'm deaf? No way. Did that stupid messed up summoning jutsu do that to me? Fuuuck. Ojii-sama is going to kill me for sure. Never mind killing me, he would completely force me to retire from my shinobi career! I frown and continue to look at the people in front of me. I've already surveyed the room when I walked in and there was nothing I could do to escape. I mean, we literally got into this clear box thing and sunk into the ground!

I watched as a woman walked over to the table behind the people and took out a clear bottle and pour it into a small cup. Then she poured something else in the cup before walking over. She did not look at me as she turned to the man in front o me and talked to him. I studied her for a minute. She had a nice shade of light brown hair, almost copper like. It was tucked under her ugly and unnecessary hat. She looked normal enough but her clothes were strange. I could see flowers on it and it constantly bloom and wilted. The cycle repeat itself every minute. And I nearly gasp at her shoes. How did she walk on those pointy things? Did she float like that THING I saw?

I went back to the man she was talking to. Every few seconds, they would send me a nervous glance at me. That was something I have to take note of. Was that poison she put in the cup? Were they going to make me drink that? The man with the weird hat step closer to me. He was short and old. Older than Kakashi-sempai. He smiled at me. He's nervous. Then his mouth opened and formed shapes that I can't decipher. Funny thing is, I can finally hear him now. I can't understand a word he's saying.

Well, all I did was sat there and looked at him confused. What do they want? I mean, they clearly want something. They have yet to tie me down. Probably because they have an army of people in weird clothes armed with pointy sticks behind him. Ha! Like that's gonna stop a fully trained ninja. The man continue talking as I stared at him with a blank face. I watched him get more and more frustrated. I mean, I would too if someone looked at me like I've grown a second head.

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Cornelius Fudge was getting more and more frustrated by the minute. Just a few hours ago, there was a security breech at Azkaban. All they found was a girl and a cell that was forced opened. Records had shown that the inmate of that cell had died quite a while ago and nobody had bothered to dispose of the body. According to the head of the Auror department, they found the girl crying her eyes out running away from one of the dementors of Azkaban. For the past three hours, they have been trying to get the girl to talk and tell them exactly how she had broken into the prison. She couldn't have just appeared there. She shouldn't have been able to apparate into the prison what so ever. Even the Aurors, as good as they were, could not get pass the wards that were placed around the tower prison.

He sighed and turned toward the girl again trying to keep the frustration from showing on his face. Fudge smiled but the girl eyed the cup in his hands as if she knew what it was. She couldn't possibly know. Veritaserum looked like water and was tasteless.

"Are you thirsty?" he asked offering the cup. There was butter beer mixed with the truth potion. He would at least get something from her whither she was willing or not!

The girl turned her head and looked at him with that weird expression again. Over the course of three hours, he was faced with that expression like he had tentacles sprouting from his face or grew another head again and again. He picked up another cup with just butter beer. He smiled and offered the cup to her again. This time, she took it and sniffed it before looking at him again with questioning eyes.

"It's butter beer." said the Minister of Magic. "You know what butter beer is, don't you?"

She watched him as he took his cup and drank from it. Fudge felt unnerved as the girl watched him. She clearly knew something but he has yet to figure out what. Her dark hair fell over her icy blue eyes. She was strange.

Fudge watch as she raised the cup to her lips and took a sip. Not even a second later, she shot him a panic look before clutching her stomach. Just what was going on? Before the girl could even swallow, she threw up. Fuck. That wasn't suppose to happen. Fudge's next mistake was he tried to grab her as she stumbled out of the chair and headed toward the elevators. He cursed as the noise in the room began to escalate as all of them tried to catch the girl

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I pat myself on the back as I took the up from the man. He want information, clearly. I watched him take a sip and smile at me again. Ha! What a faker. Bile rose to my throat as I sniffed the liquid again. This time, I'm sure I smelled something weird in it. Well, they certainly failed at trying to be deceptive. Well they will not be getting anything out of me without a fight.

I seriously think I made Naruto-onii-sama proud when I threw up the second time that day. I tried, I really did. Apparently, these people with pointy sticks did more than create animals out of mists. I didn't mean to create that much destruction, but I swear I only did about half the damage. Everything else was their pointy sticks. I scrambled out of the chair taking on the expression of fear for a mask. I smiled as I remembered Naruto-onii-sama when he was younger. I was also thankful for my ninja training at the moment. I would've been caught a few times if I was just a regular human.

I laughed as their pointy things shot out beams of light making the desk explode and what not. Ahhh, those poor humans! Unexpectedly, someone grabbed me by the back of my jacket and was holding me still. I struggled for a bit and noticed that the person was raising their stick. Ahhh shiiit. In a fluid motion, I slip out of my jacket and bolted toward the moving box down the hall. I slam right into the closed door and began banging on it. Damn, where's the stairs when you need it? I glanced behind me and saw the people advance on me. Suddenly the door slide open and I fell in. Instinctively, I grabbed onto the person behind the doors and started crying. I mean, who can turn a crying kid away?

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"Tonks!" gasped Fudge when he finally got to the elevator. The woman step out of the elevator with the crying girl and glanced at her boss. "Good you're here."

"Did something interesting happen while I was away?" she asked as she survey the damage in the Auror Department.

"Let's speak in the meeting room shall we?" he asked gesturing to one of the bigger rooms in the floor.

The woman with blue hair took a step forward but met resistance by the girl who was grabbing her robes. It really didn't take a genius to realize the girl was terrified of her boss. The idea of being scared of her boss was a new one. Even though he was the Minister of Magic, he wasn't an extremely talented wizard. Honestly, everyone knows that he only got the position because Albus Dumbledore, the most influential wizard in the world, had turned down the position.

"As much as I would like to do that Minister," she started. "this child is clearly frighten of you and refuses to release my robes from her grasp."

The Minister was at lost of words when he saw the tear stained cheeks of the girl from earlier. She glanced at him quickly before starting tugging on the Tonks' robes. She began talking frantically in the language that had eluded Fudge's understanding. He shook his head and turned away.

"When you're done calming her down, Nymphadora, Kingsley will brief you on the situation." he sighed before walking pass the pair and onto the elevator.

As the door closed, Fudge was shocked to the core. In his entire career as a Minister, he never have anyone look at him with pure fear in their eyes. They had always shown respect but there was never a point where they actually feared him. He rubbed his temples and tried to get the image of the girl's face out of his mind. There wasn't much that he could've done in her case but wait it out until Nymphadora Tonks give him her report.

The elevator came to a stop and a woman's voice echoed in the box.

"Minister of Magic and Support Staff. Office of the Minister of Magic. Office of the Advisor for the Minister of Magic. Office of the Senior Undersecretary for the Minister of Magic. Office of the Junior Assisant for the Minister of Magic."

Fudge step grimly out of the elevator. How was he going to keep the security breech of Azkaban from going public? Maybe Dumbledore will have an idea. He always seem to have an idea for just about everything.

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Nymphadora Tonks stared at the girl through the glass. She had just been briefed about the situation and had no idea how she was going to appraach it. The girl had spoken another language and could not understand a word she was saying. In fact, Kingsley had inform her that Fudge has asked all the employees that were internationaly transfered here to see if they could identify the language the girl spoke. So far there was no progress what so ever. She was seriously considering to consult one of her many sources to see if they could identify the language. Maybe even Dumledore would know. That man has an answer for everything.