A/N: So yes, once again an HP in a Narutoverse story, a very much used plot line but one I greatly enjoy. I also like Hinata a lot but I felt that her character wasn't very fleshed out and she didn't get enough development. So yep, a Hinata-is-Harry story, and if you have any ideas you want me to add in order to make it more believable, I'm all ears. Now on to the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Naruto. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Masashi Kishimoto respectively. Thank you.

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"You tripped me."

I did not, Master."

"YOU TRIPPED ME! On the Veil of Death! And don't you lie to me!"

I don't know what you're talking about, Master."

"You did! Now what am I going to do?!"

I may have a suggestion, Master."

"… this was your plan all along, isn't it?"

Well…"

"I hate you."

...

Harry Potter was bored and tired.

A few years after the Battle of Hogwarts, he realized that he wasn't aging. Naturally, he panicked and employed a powerful glamour to make it seem like he was growing as old as Hermione and Ron. When the realization has passed (he wasn't aging, he'll never die, he'll watch everyone he love die), he decided to make the most of it by travelling the world and see what it had to offer.

So he waited until Teddy drew his last breath (he buried his godson, he was alone, what was he going to do) and packed his things, hopping from one country to another. The first few years of travelling were fun and interesting, and the thrill of discovery distracted him from the hollow ache gnawing at his chest.

He went to magical countries, visiting places that muggles thought were lost but were actually hidden by wizards. He trekked the hidden city of Atlantis, read through the great library of Alexandria, admired the hanging gardens of Babylon, and joined tribes of magical Indian Americans during their rituals.

It was during this time that a bump in the road occurred. A certain cannibalistic tribe attempted to offer Harry as a virgin sacrifice (haha virgin that was funny) to one of their pagan gods.

They accidentally summoned Death instead.

Harry swore up a shitstorm while tribal people panicked around him.

Death had been quite cross with Harry. He had been trying to contact his Master since he laid claim to the Deathly Hallows, but the young one had rejected his gifts quite thoroughly, which left the entity in a snit. Death could not directly approach him due to his formal rejection of the Hallows, but after some of Harry's blood splattered all over the tribe's summoning rune, Death took the offered blood as permission and was now free to bind itself to his Master.

After slaughtering most of the bloodthirsty tribe, the Embodiment of All Things Ending had demanded that Harry take up the responsibility as Master of Death and tried to shove the Deathly Hallows in his hands with a manic sort of glee.

Harry stared, laughed, and blurted out a 'Fuck no'. Then disapparated a few miles south.

He was an idiot to think that he could actually get rid of Death that way.

So he acquired Death as a companion (stalker), and the entity would often make snarky commentary at the back of Harry's mind whenever he thought that his Master was getting too boring.

Death was clingy, horrifyingly so, and Harry was forever scarred with the image of Death acting like a whiny, jilted lover.

It went on for almost a hundred years, Harry hopping to another magical country, acquiring a new identity and getting a new job to entertain himself with Death by his side. He had been a peddler in India, a runic professor in America, an assistant zoologist in Brazil, and there was this one bizarre decade when the Empress of China wanted him as a part of her harem.

In the end he found himself back in his motherland, as an Unspeakable of all things. Harry swore he would never set foot in the Department of Mysteries again but here he was, staring at a tentacle brain and watching it wiggle.

Harry knew Death was impatiently waiting for the day that he would become the 'proper' Master of Death, whatever that meant. While he was quite fine with the idea of dying (seeing his mom and dad and Sirius and Remus again), there was a niggling thought at the back of his mind that his demise wouldn't be in the classical sense that he would just drop dead and go in peace.

Next great adventure, his arse.

Damn you, Dumbledore.

And so Harry wasn't that surprised when one day, he found himself being shoved into the Veil of Death unceremoniously. His coworkers wouldn't do that to him, he knew. The other Unspeakables were weirdoes, but they weren't jerks.

Which of course left the deity floating in front of him as the culprit. Who was all but vibrating with excitement now that Harry was in his domain.

Ready to go on to your next great adventure, Master?"

Harry groaned.

Really. Fuck you, Dumbledore.

...

So.

Reincarnation was apparently a thing.

Of course it's a thing, Master. Imagine if every soul that died since the beginning of time was in the afterlife. It would be terribly overcrowded. Much easier to just recycle, wipe the slate clean and live all over again.'

And Death was still with him. Bugger.

The entity sounded smug. 'Not going to get rid of me that easily, Master.'

Death also had the consistency of a leech. A mind-reading leech. 'Why am I doing this again?'

Why not?' Death said. 'You've experienced everything out there is to offer in your world. There are millions of universes out there, millions of possibilities. Aren't you the little least curious to what lies ahead?'

Alright, that sounded intriguing. And indeed, Harry had seen much of his world already. What difference do others have to offer?

Death smiled at the tinge of curiosity his Master was emitting.

Finally.

Death did not care much for anything. He was fair and insentient. But when a little soul in one of the countless universes began to pluck out his Hallows without being aware of what he was doing, he grew fascinated and followed his supposed 'Master' in his adventures. He then grew fond of the young man who easily rejected power over Death but didn't protest when said entity rode in the back of his mind as he traveled.

Harry Potter saw Death as a friend. An annoying friend maybe, but still a friend. And the god knew that his trust would never be misplaced in his Master.

In the years that passed, Death saw how his Master was close to breaking. Not enough for Harry himself to notice, but Death could see how the immortal's world began to gray around the edges. For him to settle as an Unspeakable was the final hint that he was slowly dying inside.

Harry Potter loathed the Department of Mysteries due to the loss of his godfather in that place. For him to only give an apathetic glance at the Veil of Death without even a fleeting though of Sirius Black…

Death did not want Harry Potter's spirit snuffed out before it truly ignited.

His Master had been glorious in battle. And so Death would send him to a world where he would thrive, a world of legendary beasts and men.

A world of shinobi.

...

Hyuuga Hinata was born on a snowy day in December. Her loud, indignant cries were well met by her new parents, her new family, and her new responsibilities as the heiress of a powerful clan.

Hyuuga Hinata had great expectations weighing her down. In another world, those expectations would cripple her and turn her into a shy, stuttering girl for most of her childhood.

But in this world, little Hinata was also Harry Potter.

And Harry was not amused.

Not at all.

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A/N: This is the second of my Reincarnation Series. I know I said that I would've posted Temari's first but I had planned it to be a one-shot like 'Jasmine Flowers' and I had a little difficulty ending it. With that being said, I went ahead and posted this story because I have established most of the plot I want to write.

Now the Hyuuga clan was not as prominent in the manga and anime as the Uchiha clan was, which is why I'm creating this story more out of the few scant facts and videos I find and of course, supporting fanfiction. I am going in half-blind and I would appreciate it if people would point out any mistakes I make.

This will of course be AU and OOC, since Harry had experienced far more than his book counterpart did and Hinata is not going to be a shy wallflower in this one. I will do my best to integrate both fandoms into this one but bear with me. I accept criticism but if your only intention is to be rude and fan flames, then don't read. Please. Spare yourself the effort.

With that being said I thank you for any comments and suggestions that you may give and will do my best to update. Thank you. :)

Now can anyone guess the meaning of the title? Yes? First one gets a cyber cookie.

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