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Anyplace, Anywhere, Anytime	By : crimsonphoenix13 Category: Naruto Crossovers > General Views: 1352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to either Harry Potter or Naruto, they have their respective creators, which are not me, I just wrote this story, for which i receive no money, I'm just in it for the entertainment value.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
Disclaimer:
I do not own anything related to Harry Potter of Naruto, only the plot of the
story is mine.

A/N:
Hey, I�m back, kinda � bit of a filler chapter but
better than nothing, hope you all like it.��

Chapter
5

Harry
tossed and turned in his sleep, haunted by strange creatures and faces he could
no longer completely recall.
He was
currently trapped in the darkness, screams echoing around him emphasised by
flashes of green light. The dark started to shift around him, lightening into a
silvery mist; shadows darted around him, both human and animal before three
sets of eyes appeared. The first was a deep crimson, with slit pupils, which
were similarly shaped to his and they narrowed in fierce loathing towards him.
Familiarity washed through him, and a well of anger and hate rose up, trying to
swallow him whole, until a flare of bright white light caused him to close his
eyes or be blinded. When he opened his eyes again that red gaze was gone.
Harry spun
around trying to find where they had gone and stared straight into golden eyes,
these were also slitted and reminded him of a snake. They glinted with malice,
sadistic humour and a hint of scientific curiosity. Harry felt as if he was
being examined and that they could see through him completely, down even to his
soul. He shuddered at the desire and lust drifting from that gaze, stepping
back unconsciously, and the eyes vanished.
The last
pair of eyes was also familiar, but somehow Harry knew that they were not from
his unknown past. The crimson orbs contained three black shapes, like commas,
but were empty of all emotions. Curiosity warred with his rationality at the
sight. Instinctively he knew that these were not the eyes of the person in his
memory, but they had such an extreme similarity that he could not help but
wonder who they belonged to. As he looked deeper and slowly moved closer, his
curiosity winning out, the commas started to spin.
Startled,
Harry tried to back away as he had to the golden-eyed gaze, but found himself
unable to move. His surroundings started to swiftly change, a dark replica of
the Uchiha estate forming around him, and the figure of a man, no, a teenager
stood in front of him. He was dressed in an outfit he had seen on masked ninja
around the village, jumping from rooftop to rooftop; Sasuke had told him they
were called ANBU.� This one wore no mask,
but his face was shadowed, his raven hair was tied at the base of his neck and
the long bangs fell forward around his face. He moved forward swiftly, Harry
following, drifting along behind him like a ghost, unable to stop himself.
What
happened next, Harry would never have expected. Horrified, he watched as the
figure killed all he found, one by one, each wearing the red and white fan, the
symbol of the Uchiha. He observed how the small boy, a miniature Sasuke
intruded on the scene of the massacre, for that was the only thing it could be.
How the boy ran, but was not fast enough. The figure caught Sasuke�s gaze with
his own crimson one, the commas spinning, and the boy collapsed to the ground,
huddled in on himself.
The figure
slouched slightly and Harry could feel the sadness, the regret flowing off the
dejected teenager, before he straightened once more, blocking it all away and
heading towards the Hokage tower, Harry trailing behind like a faithful shadow.
When the figure stopped, Harry recognised the room as he had been there that
day, but the figure behind the desk was different. The old man looked up as the
teenager knelt respectfully before him, head bowed.
�Report,�
the man�s voice was flat, but Harry could feel the remorse emanating from him.
�Mission complete, Hokage-sama.� The teenager replied, his voice was dark and rough, choked with
hidden emotion, and Harry recognised the sound, even in its drastically changed
form. The old man sighed.��
�Rise
Itachi,� the figure, now identified, rose to his feet. �What of Sasuke?�
Itachi�s dark eyes blinked slowly.
�Alive.
Using the sharingan I led him to believe I did it for my own reasons.� The
Hokage nodded and picked up a scroll from the desk in front of him, Itachi�s
eyes instantly focused upon it.
�Uchiha
Itachi, I have another mission for you.� He handed the scroll over. �Infiltrate
the Akatsuki; from now on every one of Konoha�s citizens will believe you to be
an S-Class criminal, a missing nin. You will have to
leave the village tonight. Understood?� The Hokage steepled
his hands in front of him, and watched Itachi as he read the scroll.
�Understood,
Hokage-sama,� Itachi handed the scroll back.
�Dismissed.� Itachi
disappeared from the office and Harry�s surroundings faded away back to
darkness.
Harry awoke
suddenly but didn�t move, tears streamed down his face and his body shook with
grief not his own. Uchiha Itachi, he remembered the name, as well as the dream
that he had while in the hospital. He did not know how, but he and this man
were connected in some way. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing he would have to
talk this over with Naruto and Sasuke the next day. Harry was unsure how Sasuke
would take this knowledge but as Harry was new to everything around him, he did
not have much choice.
Sighing,
Harry turned over, snuggling deeply into his pillow and willing himself to go
back to sleep, even if he had to face more nightmarish images. But as he was
taken into Morpheus� realm, this was not the case. He was surrounded by a warm
presence that wrapped itself around him and he knew instantly what it was. A
whisper echoed through the still night.
�Itachi.�
�~~~~~~~~~~
The sun had
only just arisen when Harry�s eyes opened, fully awake, warm and content. He
vaguely remembered the last hours of sleep where he had been wrapped in the
presence he knew was Uchiha Itachi. He did not know how, but he did know that
it was true.
Harry sat
up, stretching his arms into the air and blinking, focusing on the details of
the room he was given that he had ignored the night before; when it was dark
and he was tired.
It was very
plain, designed for utility rather than comfort. The furniture was of a simple
design and consisted of a bed, a chest of drawers, a wardrobe, a desk and a
small bedside table. There was no sign that anyone had ever used the room at
all at first glance.
Curious,
Harry placed his feet on the floor to stand, but quickly lifted them up again.
The wooden floorboards were really cold on his bare feet. He tried again,
wincing at the temperature but standing anyway, and moving towards the wardrobe
first. The door creaked noisily as he opened it slowly and peered inside. A
lone green sleeveless jacket was all that was hanging up; Harry remembered some
of the others around the village were wearing something similar. This had
obviously been the room of a quite skilled ninja, as Sasuke had explained
vaguely about the rankings and that the ones wearing them were higher than most
of those without.
Pulling a
drawer out next, Harry found it mostly empty, except for a chipped and
scratched metal plate on a torn and frayed strip of cloth � a leaf was barely
visible on the metal. Handling it with reverence, he placed it back in the
drawer before opening the next.
This one
had various types of clothing, all in black, with the Uchiha symbol of a red
and white fan on the shirts. Harry picked up one of the long-sleeved shirts,
with a large fan on the back, and placed it on the bed behind him, before
flicking through the trousers. None of them seemed right though, so he moved to
the next drawer. More clothes were in this one, but there was a wider variety
of colours. He picked up the pair of � length dark green combats that were on
the top, and placed these on the bed as well.
Harry
blinked, looking at the bed, he had a strange feeling that he should put these
clothes on, and as these feelings had been right so far, he decided to do as it
wanted.
While
pulling the top over his head, after changing into the bottoms, he was
assaulted with a familiar scent. Closing his eyes, he brought the material
closer and breathed in deeply. His eyes opened with a gasp, he had only found
this scent twice before, and the last time was just that night. He was in
Itachi�s room, and he was now wearing his clothes.
Harry bit
his lip, he hoped Sasuke wouldn�t mind. These clothes made him feel safe, like
Itachi was right there with him. Maybe after he had told Sasuke about his
dream, there wouldn�t be a problem. Harry sighed, and looking outside. Seeing
that the sun had risen quite far, he moved to the door. He didn�t really want
to go, but he had to face Sasuke sometime, he had his ninja training to start
today, and a brother�s behaviour to explain. Sighing again, Harry exited the
room, shutting the door behind him and headed down to the kitchen.��
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