Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Harry Potter.

A/N: This my first HP X Naruto crossover is be nice. Warning this contains: No major pairings, deaths of children, rare shinobi/ninja POV, experimentations, and mentions of rape of children. If any of these things bother you then don't read.

The Kekkei Genkai

Prologue: Fourteen Forsaken Prisoners

Children shivered huddled together afraid, afraid to close their eyes, afraid of the strange men with the metal plated headbands, afraid of the iron-masked man chained to the wall with only his dry cracked bloodied lips and gaunt jaw left visible and of the soulless woman who was both their protector and executioner. The children both trusted and feared her, she gave them warmth and comfort, she hugged them and held them close to her heart silently humming a lullaby from a time long before. They were afraid of her because when one of them could no longer stand on their own or have been taken by the men with metal plated headbands she would whisper something to their ears all the while having her hand pressed against the small chest of the child then less then a second the child would slump dead.

The man in the iron mask isn't the only that has the metal burden, they are others: a fifteen year old boy, a sixteen year old girl, and a ten year old girl. There used to be more but they were the first to whither away.

Right now they children stared at the slump gaunt and almost skeletal-like woman beaten with blood stains covering her gown. All the children wore gowns, a light blue-greenish gown; it was the only thing that ever got replaced every fortnight.

Was the woman dead? Her grey streaked shoulder length frizzy brown hair covered her face she laid near the chained man. Both the children and adults were separated when they realized that she was cause of the death of the children, metal bars split the room in half. There was little to no light, the only thing that offered them light was the flickering yellow-grey light from further down the hall like prison. There were there was one door where the flickering light was at, the children were afraid to go there, bad things happened there.

The younger children don't know what the sun looks like having been there their whole lives or were taken away that young. The older children remember the sun but don't or cannot recall the warmth of the sun. They can't recall the feel of grass or scent of rain. The older children were taken when they were around the ages of five; six, eight, eleven or twelve most of the older children are around the ages of eighteen, nineteen or twenty. They're dying. All of them are. There used to be hundred and fifty of them, all of them filling the hall filled with empty cells…they have dwindled down to twelve. There haven't been any new prisoners lately…not in a very long time.

The woman didn't twitch a finger, had the oldest of them all finally died? Was she going to go to hell now for killing all those other children? She was only doing what she thought was best—the secrets had to be kept secret. She had told them once that the only reason they were there was because they were discovered their abilities. Anymore information must kept from them. Good thing there was a language barrier or many would have already spilled all they could to be given there secrets. Only one person spoke their captors' language, the man in the iron mask but he hasn't said word since he first arrived.

The woman has been lying there for a full hour; she normally gets up as soon as she thrown in her shared prison cell. Is she burning now? Who will protect them? A chill went down the spine of one of the children. Trembling, a child around the age of thirteen turned to look behind him; one of masked ones was lying on the floor it was the second eldest of the masked ones. She looked to be peacefully sleeping he moved a skinny hand to the girls hand and felt her wrist. No pulse. Another dead.

They fed them every day, yet they still died of starvation, of sleep deprivation, of dehydration. It was like their bodies didn't want their secrets to be discovered either. It angered their captors but there was nothing they could do.

The helplessness of the situation had them all losing the ability to hope that someday someone would come, that maybe one day their parents will find them, that maybe their savior will come. Some of them don't remember how to cry anymore.

The youngest of them, the ten year old in the iron mask shuddered, her shoulders quaked. Tears could be seen falling from beneath the mask sliding down her chin. She reached over and started shaking the dead girl hoping to somehow wake her up. She did this every time one of them died. She eventually stopped and leaned against the sold brick grey walls. She slid against wall until she was not quite sitting on the cold tiles of the floor, knees bent in a way that will leave a soreness around the thighs and calves later on in the day, night (?).

No talks much in the cells, they were afraid to comfort each other. They didn't want to feel the pain of losing a friend, a sister, a brother…a lover. They don't want to spread false hope. There nothing to hope for. They will all die with the secrets safe.

They will all rot here.

There no hope here in this prison. No will set them free, they know this now. They will never see the sun, the sky, the rain, the grass…they will never no freedom ever again.

Finally the silence was broken by a cry from the girl asking a rhetorical question to no one in particular. "What do we do now?"

No one answered, no one moved to comfort her as she started to cry. No hoped for their protector to raise her head again. Maybe the iron-masked man is dead too.

"What do we do now?" She cried again sobbing as she stared at the concrete ceiling. "What do we do now?" She yelled.

No one answered.

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