Howdy everyone! So most people wanted to see a Jashinst Harry, so here it is! I actually had started this before my hard drive was replaced so I actually had a good idea of what to write. Now this is only a prologue, so it's kinda short. I'd love to hear what you guys think of it! Oh and the next chapter of Memories of a Former Life is nearly done and should be up within the next week or so.

I hope everyone had a great Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanza/Winter Solstice/anything else I may have missed and a happy New Year!

Also, I'm not really sure how the police system of the UK works, so I'm really sorry if anything is super wrong, and I'll fix it if someone asks.

Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter or Naruto. Too bad...

Officer David Grey of the Surrey Police heaved a sigh as he slowly climbed out of his car. He had not been part of the police force for long and was more often than not ordered to carry out boring tasks. Plus, there was not much terrible crime in Surrey. Today he had been told to go to number four Privet Drive to investigate a strange smell coming from the house and the apparent disappearance of the family living there. A few neighbors had complained after trying to contact the residents, the Dursleys, multiple times and receiving no answer. Apparently they had not been seen for a few days either. It was probably just some drunks passed out in their own booze and piss after a long drinking binge or some dead animal somewhere, but orders were orders.

Grey walked up the sidewalk to the door, taking a moment to give an admiring look to the beautiful garden. However, the look was wiped off his face when he got a whiff of the smell. It was absolutely awful! After covering his nose with his hand, he knocked once on the door and waited for a response. After waiting a minute, he knocked three more times. Once again, there was no response. He was beginning to lose his temper.

"This is Officer David Grey from the Surrey Police! I'm here about the smell. We've received many complaints. Please open the door!" He did not receive any response. He began to get a bit worried. Something was telling him that something was very wrong. "I'm going to come in! If anyone is in there, please say something!" The only answer he received was silence.

He took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob. To his surprise the door was not locked. He wondered why no one had even tried to enter, but from what he knew of the neighborhood, the people were not close enough or comfortable enough to enter others' homes uninvited. He slowly opened the door and peeked inside. He instantly pulled his head out. The smell was even worse inside. Grey shook his head, once again covered up his nose, and entered the house.

"Anybody home? Hello?" He glanced to what looked to be a living room and a dining room as he walked by the stairs and to a closed door at the end of the hall. So far the rooms were empty. He idly noticed that the door to cupboard under the stairs was open and wondered how that could be tolerated in such clean house. He made his way to the closed door. He opened the door, expecting to see some people passed out on the floor or maybe a dead animal that had gotten into the house while the owners were on vacation. However, the sight behind the door was much more terrifying.

Grey stumbled back, falling to the ground, unable to look away from the horrifying scene in front of him. A rather large man, an even larger teenager, and a freakishly skinny woman were laying on the floor covered in multiple wounds and blood. They seemed to be beginning to rot, explaining the smell. He also saw an upside triangle surrounded by a circle that looked to be made of blood. All in all, it looked like some kind of appalling ritual that belonged to a gruesome horror movie, not the real world.

It was the first murder Grey had every seen. He gagged but refused to vomit. He would not contaminate the crime scene; it could keep them from keeping the sadist who did this and locking him up for good. He could not keep himself from fleeing the house though. He ran to his car and grabbed his radio, barely able to press the correct button with his shaking hands. He reported what he had seen, and then stayed in his car until he heard many sirens approaching, signifying the arrival of his fellow officers.

The crime scene was painstakingly examined, but there was little evidence. At first, the nephew of the Dursley family, one Harry Potter, had been the prime suspect. It was suspected that he was abused and had finally snapped, killing his family. However, the blood making up the symbol on the ground belonged to the teen. He was then named as the fourth victim of the murderer. No one could have survived losing all that blood. Eventually, the case went cold. The neighbors gossiped for a few months, but they too moved on.

However, David Grey never forgot what he had seen on what had started off as a boring day. Nightmares consumed his nights and during the days, he was devoted to catching whoever had committed the awful crime. Despite many successes that led to nice promotions, he never managed to solve the crime. His failure haunted him to the end of his days.

Unknown to all the police officers who examined Number Four Privet Drive that day, they were watched as they did their jobs. Standing on the next-door neighbor's roof under his father's invisibility cloak with all his belongings shrunken in his pocket, Harry James Potter watched them scurry about with a smile on his face. His emerald eyes shone with insanity. He reached under his shirt and pulled out a pendant. It looked exactly like the ritual circle from the Dursley home. Harry gazed at it with a loving look in his insane eyes.

"I hope that sacrifice was acceptable to you, Lord Jashin." His voice now had a fanatical edge to it, much like the death eaters often had when they spoke of Voldemort. However, Harry knew that his lord was far superior to that pitiful excuse of a human.

Seemingly in answer to his words, a small wind blew across the area. Harry closed his eyes for a moment and then turned towards the direction the wind blew. He then began to walk that way, following the wind. In moments he disappeared from the roof and from Privet Drive, never to be seen there again.

Like I said, I know it's short. It's only a prologue so there! Anyway, the next chapter will have how exactly Harry discovered Jashin and what drove him to it! And probably the wizarding world's reaction to what happened. That might be in the third chapter though. Anyway, the following chapters will be longer! Thanks for reading and hopefully reviewing! *hint hint*