So lets get down with some warnings and disclaimers yes? This is gonna be a lot of info to start with, sorry.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I make any profit from the making of this fic and all characters not of my own creations are OBVIOUSLY not my own. They belong to their respective owners, duh. This is a fanfic, not a novel or manga.

Warnings: This story with be AU and contain a pretty good amount of characters being OOC, obviously because I am not their creator so i would not know how to 'properly' portray them so they'd act accurately in certain situations. Many things will NOT be canon or compliant with original storylines since i'm making this fanfic BECAUSE I wanted something different or new to happen.

- This story will contain some crazy language, which i'm sure you can tell since i've used it already above. So cussing and crude language and very DARK DARK MACABRE BLACK HUMOR the kind that gets people in hell if you believe in that kinda thing

- Slash [ meaning male on male relationships] and FemSlash [...I don't have to explain this do I?]

- Violence, I mean there will be ninjas...ya know...KILLERS and ASSASSINS

- Character bashing, possibly, probably

- this story could possibly contain an oc or two if I feel the need or want to shove one in there, they won't become main characters so no worries

ALSO JUST SOME EXTRA INFO TO KEEP IN MIND/BE AWARE OF

- This will be skipping all the HP stories and will feature 17-18 year old Harry and will mainly be held in the Naruto world. It will start in HP but quickly quickly transition to Naruto. Harry's info and past will be explained through him telling it himself or through flashbacks.

- Keeping that in mind this story will start around the beginning of Naruto while they are still in the academy .

- quick note, i'm not really the best at fight scenes so please please bear with me on this since I know Naruto is an action oriented fic with weapons and fighting styles and whatnot. It's been awhile since i've taken part in watching Naruto or catching up with things as well. So if I fuck up anything, how weapons are used or how a fighting style or jutsu is used don't start ranting and bitching, how about just correct me without being an ass and avoid flaming me. OH my grammar could use some work to so feel free to correct me if i've messed anything up.

- Let's see, what else, Harry will be master of death and fairly overpowered for this story but that is generally how I like him so if that bothers you then just don't read this. He will also be related to a main character so you'll have to deal with that too. I will indeed be changing his name slightly, he'll be known as Hadrian instead of Harry, so woo.

Alright alright let's not give everything away, yeah? Let's move on the main event~

"Talking"

'Thinking'

~Parsletongue~

Demons speaking

*Jutsu*

Written words

CHAPTER ONE

"Mister Potter I do wish you would pay attention, this is a serious matter and we haven't all day." Griphook sighed out, a bit exasperated with how many times he'd had to pause his explanations or repeat himself.

"I do wish you would stop calling me 'Mister Potter'. I'm pretty sure I've told you to call me Hadrian at least seven times now." The wizard countered with a small grin, finding too much enjoyment in getting the goblin riled up. When said Goblin growled he just raised his hands up in surrender and put a serious look back on his face.

"So I have living relatives from a clan- is that what you said? -Of ninja who live in a sequestered off section of the world called the Hidden Lands?" It was only the basic gist of what he'd been told but he was taking some time to digest this information chunk by chunk. He had family. Family. Like actually blood related family….related by blood! "...Is there a way to reach them? I mean if my grandfather had been able to get here, to the wizarding world, there is a way to get back right? There is a way to get to the Hidden Lands?" He truly hoped there was.

The war had been pretty hectic and he'd been a bit, ok more than a bit, of a loner and had shied away from making any serious connections since he'd been a figure head on his side of it and anyone too close would have been used as leverage. Moving on from those depressing thoughts.

He zoned back in in time to have the goblin in charge of his accounts explain how there was a barrier of sorts one had to go through to get to this world, much like the barrier to get to the hogwarts express but obvious not in a train station.

"I need you to get my accounts in order and set up everything I'll need for a trip. I'll need an address so I can mail the Hokage you spoke of and set up a meeting. I'll need birth records and blood tests and every shred of proof you have to me being related to these, " he checked the papers he'd been handed, "Uchiha's." He'd need time to prepare things. He needed to inform certain people he'd be gone for an unforeseeable amount of time and that the only way to reach him would be by owl.

He requested a few more things he figured he might need on his trip and then bid the goblin goodbye and strolled out of the bank with all this new information churning around in his mind. He bumped into a few people but thanks to his metamorphmagus abilities he looked like some stranger and was mainly ignored or scoffed at for being in the way. He walked down the alley street and after entering The Leaky Cauldron he headed to the fireplace and flooed home on auto-pilot.

Hadrian lived in a modest muggle flat in London, he owned the whole building but that was only to ensure he'd have no annoying neighbors and didn't have to worry about being caught doing magic by prying eyes. Also it was muggle because no one would expect the Boy Who Lived to live in a muggle building, ingenious no?

After locking the front door, mainly out of habit, Hadrian slunked along his hardwood flooring and made a beeline towards his favourite armchair so he could sit and think some more. Along the way he'd lean heavily to either side as he toed off his shoes and socks, though when it came to his socks he'd hop once or twice in vain attempts to get them off, only to have to bend over and do it by hand in the end.

Finally out of his socks and shoes he could throw himself over the chair, legs propped on on one leg while his head was supported by the other, and wiggled his toes to get used to the feeling of having them bared to the cool air. This led to him spending a moment or two seeing if he could wiggle any of them indepently from the others until he came back to his earlier train of thought and put his feet down. "Focus Hadrian."

"Okay….okay." He sighed out through his nose and idly toyed with the hem of his sleeve while trying to gather and sort his thoughts. He rubbed his face, dragging his hand up and through the hair framing his face, then pulled his hand away and grunted when he spotted the strands of hair that had come loose. He spent a good five or so minutes after that just running his hands through his hair and then shaking them wildly over the carpet to dislodge the loose black strands that had him distracted. Once more he had to tell himself to focus on more important matters, such as his living family.

"... I have living family members…" This was the one loud and strong resounding thought that dominated all others. There was this odd mixture of giddiness and sheer terror as he mulled over the meaning of that thought. Blood family, his own blood. Would they dislike him over his magic as much as his muggle family had? Should he even tell them about it? They were ninja so they had something called chakra so maybe magic wouldn't be a big taboo. Oh but what if instead of being angry or scared they got jealous? What if, like his grandfathers family, they wanted nothing to do with him because he didn't have that eye thing, the sharingan, and decided that he wasn't worth the trouble of getting to know? What if. What if. What if.

With a great frustrated scream Hadrian rolled off of the chair, taking the cushion with him, and burrowed his face into it to muffle his yelling and whining. "Shut up Potter, man up and meet them." He scolded himself aloud. All these depressing thoughts would get him nowhere. "I'll just be positive about this." He smiled and nodded as he sat up, seemingly over his little bout of anxiety.

"Oh...but what if?!"

Or not.

Hadrian spent at least a full hour just torturing himself with 'What ifs?' and all the like until his stomach demanded food and he had to change his train of thought to something else. He pandered around the kitchen with a cup of yogurt and a spoon he was tapping to his lips as he decided to think about the positives.

He could finally get away from the wizarding world and all their ilk. It'd be a sort of vacation away from annoying stalkers and brown nosing ministry workers! He thrust the spoon into the air and let out a 'whoop' of delight. "A vacation!~" This led to him dancing around the kitchen and humming Vacation by The Go-go's for a good solid 3 minutes, not sure how it lasted so long since he only truly knew the main chorus lyrics, until he caught his hip on a drawer handle and his humming ended with a yelp.

Tossing the empty yogurt into the bin he retreated back to his chair, rubbing his hip along the way, and sprawled out once again. He spent the rest of his night planning all he would pack and what he'd leave behind for his few loved ones that were left over from the war.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

Yes this was very short but I just wanted to get a few things out of the way, such as all the warning and notes on the story. I am definitely making all other chapters longer. But uh, would anyone even care to read more on this little ficlet idea i've got, anyone interested in seeing where this could go? Or have any ideas of what should happen? Please review and comment, also please no flames. This is my first attempt and I am aware that in your opinion this could all be very cliche and overdone or whatever, fine then don't read it and don't bother to comment. I do plan to do more with this no matter what but i'd like to know what everyone thinks.