Harry Potter never hated herself more than when she was reborn in a new world, with people wielding the elements with words, and mercilessly killing others. In her new life, everyone assumed she was a boy, but that was probably since the old woman who raised her was senile, and didn't seem to notice anything really. Her parents were killed when she was a year old, this time she was able to spend time with her parents, and she would always keep them with her close to her heart. Her grandmother had thrown a fit when she found out her daughter and son-in-law were killed in action, before she took the infant with her.

They lived on the edge of the compound, away from the rest of the Uchiha's. 3 months after her birthday, the woman she came to love as family was violently killed by an Iwa infiltrator. ANBU who had tracked the man found Obito stabbing the man, who was still alive in the stomach, or really anywhere she could reach, with one of the kitchen knife. The young girl had tears streaming down her face, leaving trails through the blood that had sprayed onto her face. She had been knocked out, and subsequently brought to the hospital, where she woke up two days later.

She was discharged and she returned to her home to find blood still on the walls, and a casket in the backyard by an already dug hole. She knelt by the casket, and clasped her hands to pray for the woman who raised her, loved her, and left her far too soon. About 20 minutes later, she stood up and rummaged around the house for all her hiding places for her allowance, and went to the missions office. With her money clutched in her hand, she made her way to the desk, oblivious of the redhead and blondie observing her from the side.

"E-excuse me," she called. The male at the desk sat up and looked around for the person who had spoken. She frowned from her spot on the floor. "Down here!" She louder. He leaned over his desk to look at her before laughing. "Go away kid, this is a serious grown up place" He stated mockingly. She pouted before stopping her foot angrily, causing the redhead to coo in delight. Obito pushed her money onto the desk and whined, "I know that, I want some shinobi to help me bury Obaa-chan!" The dude looked a little ashamed of himself. "Alright kid, how much you got there?" He asked. She smiled in reply, "10,778 yen" she said happily.

The man stared at her shock. "Well, that's more than enough for what you want." He took only a quarter of the money she offered and checked on a list he had on his desk. There was a team free, except it was a jounin and his apprentice. "They'll be over by one o'clock," The man told her. She nodded and scuttled out of the room, heading back to the house to try and clean up some of the blood stains. The stains would never truly disappear, and for that she wept. The young child stayed that way until she was able to clean herself and steal herself of her childish emotions. In that moment she vowed to change the cycle of death around her.