A New Path

Hagoromo Otsutsuki, the sage of the six paths, has never felt frustrated until now. He watches Naruto Uzumaki, the host of the Nine-tailed Fox, Kurama, and the son of Minato and Kushina. Both tragically passed away, protecting their son from Kurama. Naruto Uzumaki was left as an orphan, of course. There was an expectation that Hiruzen would take care of him well. But the opposite happened.

Naruto was left to fend for himself; he lived alone in a downtrodden apartment, barely able to raise himself, and he faced mistreatment from the villagers of the Leaf Village. Of course, Naruto was blamed for what happened, the deaths, and the tragedy of it all. There was no one for the Villagers to blame but him. 

And Sasuke’s situation wasn’t any better. He was left with the trauma of the slaughter committed by his older brother, Itachi Uchiha. Sasuke had no one to understand his pain, the things he saw when his eyes closed, and the hole in his heart. 

Both boys are stuck in the cycle of hatred, and it shall end in the same way, like all the rest of his son's reincarnations. But… Hagoromo decides to change fate. The situation was incredibly dire, and Hagoromo wouldn’t let his son’s reincarnations suffer, no, he wouldn’t allow it. Instead of letting fate play its hand, Hagoromo decides on a different solution. This may break nature’s laws yet Hagoromo couldn’t find it in himself to care.

And he finds someone, someone who understands both Naruto’s and Sasuke’s pain. A boy named… Harry Potter.

Harry Potter has had a long and annoying day. Which just seems to be the way his life is now. It is Harry Potter’s fifth year of attending Hogwarts, and he has to say… It’s the most stressful. After announcing the revival of Voldemort, Harry had expected different results from the event, but the exact opposite ended up happening. Due to Harry’s bad luck, he was met with nothing but negative reactions: mocking remarks, rejection, and disbelief. Sure, there had been a couple of people that believed him, but it wasn’t a lot. So, his fifth year was off to a rough start, especially since he is the main attraction. Like always. 

Harry sighs as he stares up at the ceiling, fiddling with his wand. It was hard sleeping when his brain echoed with the haunting memories of Cedric’s death. Sometimes, he dreams of his parents and what could’ve been. He wouldn’t have to live with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, he wouldn’t have been abused by them, and he would’ve been more happy. 

But his parents aren’t alive and he isn’t happy.

With that depressing thought, Harry rolled to his side. There wasn’t anyone in the room with him; the rest of the students were busy with their schoolwork. Harry would do some of his schoolwork and studies, too, but he couldn’t find the motivation to get out of bed and tire his brain with difficult schoolwork. Despite what people may believe, Harry is quite intelligent and observant, too. However, due to his experience in school, he wasn’t allowed to ever be smarter than Dudley, and that habit haunted him to this day.

Bing!

A noise interrupts Harry’s monologuing thoughts, and it makes him move from his position. Harry sits up in bed, and he notices that the noise is coming from the mirror. With wary curiosity, Harry gets out of bed and inches close to the mirror in the far corner of the room. He doesn’t ever remember a mirror being in the dorm room. The mirror shines, surrounded by a beautiful blue aura, Harry doesn’t recognize the energy. Despite all of his instincts telling him to run, he approaches the mirror and stands in front of it. 

It reflected a pale man with spiky, slightly grayish hair and a beard. Two horns stick out of the pale man’s skin, and his eyes are odd-looking—Harry is unsure if they’re even eyes. The pale man was dressed in what Harry assumes is ancient clothing—clothing Harry has never seen before. 

Harry never gets the chance to question or maybe even blast the mirror with a spell because the mirror explodes in bright and overly-consuming white light. Once the light dies down, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is gone.

From what Hagromo can tell of Harry Potter, his energy is different from Charka's; weaker, yet he has a strong amount of odd energy. Hagromo wasn’t going to send the boy to the Ninja world powerless. He blesses Harry Potter. Personally, transforms his weak but large energy into charka, and sends the boy his way. 

Harry Potter was blessed with the divinity of god, and his body physically changed. Aging him back into a 9-year-old boy so he wouldn’t be met with too much suspicion when he falls into the Leaf Village. But he will always have the mentality of a 15-year-old. And Hagromo sends Harry Potter into the natural world.

“Do well, child.” Hagromo whispers as he watches fate change itself. A new path opens. 

A path of freedom. 

Two shinobi guards the entrance of Konoha, the Leaf Village. It was a regular day, the sun shining down, and the two shinobis weren’t expecting anything to happen today. At least, not anything drastic. 

But something drastic does happen.

A sudden beam of light appears, blasting the front of Konoha’s entrance, and it levels all of the trees near it down. The beam of light leaves nothing but destruction in its path. It startles the two shinobis.

“Go get the Hokage!” The man shouts, sweat dripping down his face, while he unsheathes a kunai. The other shinobi nods his head, and he quickly disappears. 

The beam of light disappears, leaving a large crater hole and broken trees near the hole. The shinobi hesitates, but he slowly approaches the large hole, his body positioned to attack. The shinobi were expecting some type of creature or a powerful person. However, all he sees is a young boy in much too-large clothing. 

“What the hell?” The shinobi said in a questioning voice, and he wondered just where the hell this boy came from?

Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, has witnessed many things, facing trials of different enemies, harsh fights, and tragic wars. He has seen it all. But he can’t say he has dealt with a child appearing from a beam of light.

“Are you sure that is what occurred?” Hiruzen questions with a stern expression as he faces the two shinobis who witnessed such a thing. Of course, the entire village had felt the power of the beam of light; it had brought panic and confusion. Hiruzen had assumed that the Nine-Tailed fox had finally broken free of Naruto, but instead, a child had fallen out of the beam of light. An intriguing situation. 

“Yes, Lord Hokage!” The two shinobis respond simultaneously, both nodding their head to show their honesty. 

Hiruzen frowns and he rubs his chin with a thinking expression, “Go calm down the villagers, I’m sure they’re still in quite the panic.” Hiruzen commands and the two shinobis disappear.

An anbu appears and he announces, “The boy is awake, Lord Hokage.” 

Hiruzen nods. It was time to explore this curious mystery.

Harry was unsure of where he was, the last thing he remembered was the pale man. He had done something to Harry, changed his magic somehow, then waved his hand and sent Harry to someplace. Konoha. He caught word of it when he was being sent to a hospital room. Harry would’ve tried to explore, but two people, dressed in armor and mysterious masks guard the entrance to Harry's room. Harry may be quick to act, but he isn’t stupid.

So Harry does nothing but wait, wait, and wait. The seconds turn to minutes, and he feels the minutes slowly turn to hours, or maybe Harry is just being dramatic. He doesn’t have to wait any longer because the door opens, and an old man walks inside, dressed in professional robes, with a hat on his head. Harry assumes this is the leader of Konoha. The old man walks forward and he stops in front of Harry, he peers down at the boy, his eyes wise and curious. Finally, he speaks:

“What is your name, boy?” The old man asks a smoke pipe hangs from his mouth. He reminds Harry of Dumbledore, however, this old man seems to be much more knowledgeable. 

“Harry, Harry Potter, sir.” Harry answers.

“Harry Potter? An odd name, one I’ve never heard before… You must be a foreigner, perhaps?” The old man muses and he wonders out loud. Then he turns his attention back to Harry, “I am Hiruzen Sarutobi, The Third Hokage of Konoha, the Leaf Village. It is a pleasure to meet you, Potter-san.”

Harry slowly nods his head, “Likewise, sir.” Hokage. It must be some sort of leader then? Like the minister of magic. If Harry’s going to be stuck in this new world/universe then he’s going to need to know everything about his surroundings. 

Hiruzen takes his smoke pipe out of his mouth and he observes Harry with wonder and curiosity, “From your expression, I assume you don’t know much. Your arrival, Potter-san, was quite odd. You appeared from a beam of light, so I ask, dear boy, where did you come from?” Hiruzen asks he goes straight to the point, and Harry can respect a person for not beating around the bush. 

Harry tells the truth, if this is another world, then England probably doesn’t exist: “England, sir.” 

Hiruzen can sense that the boy is telling the truth, however, he has never heard of England before, which must mean… “Ah. You’re from another place, then.” Hiruzen mumbles and he puts his smoke pipe back in his mouth, he looks considerably more stressed.

News of a person coming from another world cannot break out, it would cause chaos and interest, and it may even cause another war. No, this shall be a secret that only Hiruzen will know. He won’t tell anyone, not even the council can know of this. He can’t take the boy to Danzo either, Sages knows what he’ll do to the poor child. The orphanage would be the best option or…

Naruto.

It was supposed to be a regular day at the Ninja Academy, just the usual lessons, but the unexpected happened. A new student.

“This is Harry Potter-san, please treat him kindly!” Iruka-sensei introduced the boy with shining emerald eyes and broken circle glasses. He’s dressed in a gray sweater with matching pants. The students have various different reactions to the sudden appearance of a new student: indifference, curiosity, and wonder.

The new student walks up the steps and surprisingly he sits right next to the class clown: Naruto Uzumaki. Naruto blinks with surprise, he didn’t expect it, and he glances at the new student sitting next to him. The new student smiles and offers his hand:

“Hi, I’m Harry.” He introduces himself to Naruto, his lips curling into a crooked smile, his eyes twinkling behind the broken glasses. Naruto hesitates, but he takes Harry’s hand and shakes it.

“I’m Naruto Uzumaki, dattebayo!” 

And from there, a sparkling relationship between the new student and the class clown blossoms.