A/N: Thank You to everyone who read and reviewed. I really appreciate it. :D. And Majority of you are saying that Hermione/Konan was not given much background. At first place, we were not given enough clues about Hermione's life before Hogwarts except the fact that her parents are dentists, and I'm not that really good at making up a character history without a lot of canon facts. Harry's… well, we know enough what the hell happens with the Dursleys, and JKR at least gave some little happenings in Ron's past, and we can pretty much make up Ron's history with all the screen time his family gets.

Romana Italia: I live in the Philippines. School starts in June and ends in March.

Leviticus Wilkes: Yes, I've read Reborn at Hogwarts too. You can say that I got the inspiration from phoenixyfriend's work.

Schicksall-TillMyLastBreath: We're the same, I like canon pairings too.

Anti-Social Otaku and Geno Beast: Thank You for the detailed breakdown.

Warning: Grammar errors and complete lack of wide vocabulary. This chapter was written at 2:30 in the goddamn morning so…some details might be missing or really random.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, it belong s to Masashi Kishimoto, or else the Eye of the Moon plan had already been carried out or is there a Jesus like Naruto is. I also don't own Harry Potter, or else Ron would not be annoying as he is in the books and Harry would have been more badass.

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Days in Privet Drive were, in the least sense…boring. Life with the Dursleys was affable for young, enigmatic Harry Potter, or at least it was much better than the time he was at the same age as Nagato. Uncle Vernon was trying to beat the freakishness out of him. Key word is try, the punches were slow and sloppy and the angle of trajectory was not in the correct measure to inflict any harm. Dudley and his gang always played their favourite game, Harry Hunting. The little game provided a good practice to enhance his speed and genjutsu. The former Akatsuki leader could never forget the time that he made the group of stupid and fat boys walk in a beauty salon, which had transvestites for employees and filled with enough girly decorations that can put a Barbie dollhouse to shame. The chores that Aunt Petunia assigned to him were not that half-bad. He actually liked to cook and tend the garden knowing that it would come in handy if he were to live independently one day. Although, the shadow clones under the Kakuremino no Jutsu are a big help whenever he was tasked to clean the whole house. Although, he tinkered with the plants too much . Aunt Petunia had to wonder why her garden was flourishing with healthy plants during the winter.

Nagato knew that he was not exactly welcomed in the Dursley house (he vehemently denied to call the place as home). He remembered being dropped like care package one night in November of 1981 by a really, really old man that was dressed in purple robes of all things. His relatives had over-obsession with normal. Anything that goes beyond the boundaries of normalcy is not welcome in Number 4 Privet Drive.

And Harry is not exactly normal. He could manipulate attractive and repulsive forces, cause the apocalypse if he felt like it, and a lot more things that cannot be found in the Dursley's Book of Normal. His parents were not normal too either. He remembered the weak spiritual energy that they channel through polished sticks, and manipulated the said energy to achieve feats not even chakra was capable of doing. He recalled that his father and his friends could turn into different animals, and his mother cooking with self-stirring cauldrons and flying pots and pans. The abnormality that runs through his family is probably the reason why Aunt Petunia abhorred him so much. So one day when he was seven…

"I know I'm not exactly welcomed in here. You won't admit it, but you hate me as your actions have proven so. So I would make things easier for you, I would get out of here and never come back. You're not the family I deserve to have, but it doesn't change the fact that you are my relatives. I thank you for taking care of me for 6 years, even you were reluctant to do so. I also thank you for providing a roof over my head, although you just gave me a cupboard that is not the proper place for a child to grow. And also for the food I ate despite the fact that you just give the leftovers of my cousin like dog. I will not make things any more difficult for you. I am the little parasite that harms your normal lives. This might not be what exactly others want, but I believe that me getting out of this house will have a mutual benefits for each other", he declared.

Vernon was more than happy to throw out the freak out of his home. He even gave Nagato a small sum of cash for him to "take care of his bloody self before the authorities would take him to the mental ward". Aunt Petunia was nervous for some reason or other. She seemed to be scared of the prospect that he would be not in their care anymore. Dudley was trying to understand half of what Harry just said.

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Nagato settled down in the woods on the outskirts of London. Near enough to the busy capital of England where he can get all the stuff that he needs, but far enough where civilians would not stray upon this particular path. He hid the forest in a Five-Seal Barrier to prevent any intruders. Call it paranoia with the visages of his life as a shinobi, because the Ame nin also loaded the area around his house with traps that range from simple ones that hang people in one leg to the hastily gathered rocks that hide a pit that was stuffed with enough explosive tags to blow up the Big Ben.

His new home also became his own personal training grounds. He practiced his taijutsu, ran over the few genjutsus he'd known and reviewed the ninjutsus he'd known, which was… a lot. He also discovered that he still has the Six Paths' powers. He could channel the Deva Path's powers of utilizing the Force (he watched Star Wars once, he can't prevent himself comparing the two because of the similarities), he can summon his pets: a dog, a crow, and a chameleon, he is able to augment his body parts into armoured machinery, absorb ninjutsu (or in this new case, whatever energy that his parents were using), he can call forth the demon king of hell (although he has no paths to restore and the thing can only be useful during interrogations), and could pull out a soul and absorb any knowledge it has.

He only used the Deva Path's powers in small scale so that it would not cause an accidental and massive damage to property. It would be much of a hassle to leave the nearby city in a crater. He practiced absorbing ninjutsus with his clones, and practiced his taijutsu with the Asura Path's special ability. He promised to himself that he won't use the Human Path's powers unless absolutely needed. Pulling out souls just seemed to be inhumane and brutal. He never used Summoning or the nearby trees would be trampled easily, and he wasn't a Senju and couldn't regrow a forest in seconds, thank you very much. The King of Hell is only useful for interrogation purposes.

He had a nice, secure tree house in the middle of a lush forest, at least it was unique unlike the houses in privet Drive that were identical to each other and had absolutely no touch of originality. It was furnished with few pieces of furniture and important appliances that he managed to illicit in illegal ways. Although, the tree house took many months to create since he had to use his ninja skills to pickpocket unsuspecting London residents to buy supplies, hardware materials, and building equipment. Moreover, he spent at least three months returning to and fro in the Public Library to get the fundamentals of construction. The building part was easy, though. His large chakra reserves and a Kage Bunshin army did the work for him. He was able to finish his personal lounge in months.

He had once a passing thought in mind that it might be a good idea to go back to school, but immediately dismissed it. Learning things that are meant for little squirts with the mind of a grown-up shinobi were a piece of cake for him. Especially that he spent his time studying if not training.

Four years had passed since he was able to get out of the hellhole called Dursley residence when odd things came. By that time, Harry Potter's face became a rather common sight for the inhabitants of London. He was known to frequently hang out in the library and notorious for being able to bring down men who are at least twice his age. He was described by the residents as the "kind, aloof, detached, and shy orphan that is too mature for his age".

One July morning when Nagato, or known to the world as Harry Potter woke up to the bright morning, he noticed odd owl that was flying in circles around the forest. The said owl was tawny brown in colour and his wings looked like it might drop at any given time. It had a letter on its beak and appeared to be confused and lost. Knowing the fact that he was the only human being that lived in the forest , the recipient of the letter must be him.

He made four shadow clones and ordered them to remove four of the seals that are placed at random trees in the forest while he personally took off the one that was protecting his home. As soon as the clones were dispelled and the security seals removed, the owl perched on the windowsill and seemed to glare at the 11-year old.

Nagato smiled sheepishly at the exhausted owl. The owl seemed to be smarter than the average species, not to mention it was hovering over the woodlands in broad daylight. He got a wooden bowl and scooped some water. Then he picked up a handful of bread crumbs and put them on a separate container. The owl hooted appreciatively, and gave the letter to him. "I'm sorry", he said, "you must be tired". He wondered who would be writing him, considering the fact that the few acquaintances he frequented with always delivered anything they wish to convey themselves. And he always gave a fake address where he could retrieve some of the things sent to him by post.

Mr H. Potter

?

The Forest

Outskirts of London

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment. The address was written in emerald green ink. There was no stamp from the sender and was sealed in a purple wax stamped with an elaborate coat of arms; an eagle, a badger, a lion, and a snake circling a huge letter H. He opened the envelope and pulled out a letter that was made of the same material that read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

Of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Nagato stared the letter with shock written all over his face. So that's why they were able to track him down in the forest! That's how they knew, by magic. Magic was the thing that his parents manipulated. He felt giddy and overly enthusiastic about the fact that he can learn magic. Imagine all the things he can do while breaking the laws of science. Sure, the Rinnegan can break the laws of Science, but knowing that there is a society that is hidden under the noses of the citizens was something eye-opening for him. A lot of questions would be answered just by knowing that he had a lot to ask these wizards. He knew that he did not belong in here, he belonged with the world of witches and wizards. It was also his parents' world, where he truly belongs. He quickly grabbed a piece of paper and wrote:

Ms. McGonagall,

I would love to go to your school to learn and study magic. But I'm afraid that I know nothing about the school, or how to get there nor I know where to get the supplies on the list. I would appreciate if your school can send assistance as soon as possible.

Sincerely,

Harry James Potter

P.S If you send help, please send the necessary details for the designated time and place. It can be anywhere in London. And please, don't go into the place where I live, it's highly dangerous. You have been warned. Thank You Very Much.

He rolled up the letter, and picked up a dull yellow elastic band to tie up the paper. He motioned the owl to go to him, the animal promptly obeyed and landed on Nagato's arm. The bird's talons dug sharply on his skin, he winced at the pain, but he wasn't called a shinobi for nothing. He attached the letter to the owl's leg and said, "I want you to send it back to the headmistress". The owl looked at him with its piercing amber eyes and seemed to nod at him. The bird spread its wide wings and took off to the rolling valleys of Scotland.

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Minerva McGonagall watched as the stream of owls flooded through the her office dropping off acceptance letters. She glanced at the itinerary she made for herself to meet up with muggleborn students that are entering this year. There seemed a lot more first years than they usually have every year.

A brown tawny owl came to the window, and landed on her table, sending some paperwork flying away. The bird held out its leg where a hastily rolled up piece of paper was attached. She sighed and flicked her wand, returning the papers to where and what they have originally been. She knew from that the sender was a muggleborn, or anyone that llived with muggles since the paper was not made from limed calfskin and the handwriting was not made by any kind of quill strokes. She looked down on the note and opened it.

Ms. McGonagall,

I would love to go to your school to learn and study magic. But I'm afraid that I know nothing about the school, or how to get there nor I know where to get the supplies on the list. I would appreciate if your school can send assistance as soon as possible.

Sincerely,

Harry James Potter

P.S If you send help, please send the necessary details for the designated time and place. It can be anywhere in London. And please, don't go into the place where I live, it's highly dangerous. You have been warned. Thank You Very Much.

She looked over the letter and re-read it at least five times. The registrar that makes the list of magical children in Britain and Ireland always listed the address of the recipients of the acceptance letters. The school kept another copy of the acceptance letters sent to children so that it would be much more easier to track down muggleborn students, and those who need assistance.

"Accio, Harry Potter's Acceptance Letter!", she summoned the document among the stack of envelopes that was stacked neatly on her desk.

Mr H. Potter

?

The Forest

Outskirts of London

She gaped as she finished reading the address. Harry Potter living in a forest? The saviour of the wizarding world in the woods? She knew that Harry Potter disappeared from their sight around four years ago. Apparently, he went away from the Dursley house willingly,and from then on, they were not able to track him down. He just seemed to vanish from reality completely. Not even Dumbledore's tracking spells and blood tracing methods were able to find him. And all they got from Legilimency was that Harry went away from Privet Drive because he can't afford to be another burden to the Dursley's who hated his guts just because he could use magic.

She was even more surprised when the ? part of the address sank into the paper and the emerald-green ink rewrote the previously unknown part into The Big Tree House. She had to talk to Dumbledore about this.

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Nagato smiled as another owl perched on the windowsill, another letter attached to its leg. The bird stuck out its leg, waiting for him to pick up the letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,

I understand your need for assistance. I would love to explain the fundamentals of magic, but I'm afraid it would be reserved for tomorrow. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow at 10 am. It is located Charing Cross Roads between 48 Charing Cross Road (Quinto Bookshop) and 12 Great Newport Street (Ashley Associates Chartered Surveyors). Meet me at 10 am sharp.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

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Minerva McGonagall was not sure what she can make out of Hermione Granger. She was just…strange. She was aloof and uncaring, quiet and enigmatic. And her eyes held much more intelligence than a normal eleven year old should have. The girl had been pretty independent too, from what she gathered from her parents were correct.

The student gave her a bouquet of roses made of paper when she met her. She accepted it wholeheartedly, of course. The girl had talent, and not many witches and wizards learned to appreciate the effort with a job well done. Although, she found it quite strange when the girl asked her if she can make the folded paper butterflies fly. It was a strange request, but she answered it, nevertheless. It was probably her way to judge if magic was true or not.

The two women were walking down in Charing Cross road. Minerva had to fetch Harry Potter to pick up his school supplies, along with Hermione Granger who was lucky enough to be the first student to meet Harry Potter. The Transfiguration Professor and the Eleven-year old got a lot of quiet glances, though. After all, her companion was busy folding a piece of paper, and was absorbed by it all the while walking in a busy street and stepping out of people's way and preventing herself from hitting lamp posts.

"We're here", she said, stopping in front of the famous pub. She looked around for any sign of Harry Potter . He has to be here, somewhere. It was already ten in the morning, and the kid would be in here right now.

"Um, excuse me", a deep voice said, the Hogwarts professor looked in front of her. "Are you Professor McGonagall?"

"Yes", she answered, "yes I am".

"Umm…well. My name is Harry Potter, I've received a letter saying that you would assist me in buying the school supplies", he said. His tone was clipped and unsure.

Minerva was sure that if it weren't for the bright green eyes. She wouldn't have known that the person in front of her was Harry Potter. The telltale Potter hair was not as messy as it ought to be. It was kept longer than most boys' though; Harry's black hair reached the base of his neck. The right half of his face was covered with windswept hair, covering the signature lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He has paler than usual skin tone and was quite tall for his age.

"Professor is she a student too?", he asked, pointing at Hermione Granger who was frozen in shock.

"Yes, she's in your year too", she said.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Harry Potter", he greeted in a carefree manner.

The girl opened and closed her mouth several times like a goldfish, "Hermione Granger".

"Come on, you two. We do not have all day for your shopping", McGonagall said hurriedly, turning away from the not-quite-children she was with.

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"It's nice to see you again, Konan", Nagato said as McGonagall turned her back away from them.

"Nagato", she paused, "I see you're in here too."

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And yeah! (*throws confetti*) That's Chapter 2! I'm sorry if it sucked. T^T. I was in such a hurry because I promised I would update the story before school starts. I pressured myself in completing the chapter in one night. Phew! Anyways, feel free to review the story. Come on guys, don't be shy. Reviews are reviews and they're all the same to me. It can be short or a detailed breakdown. Constructive Criticism is allowed. Thank You for Reading.

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