Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Harry Potter, I only own ALL of my OCs, original jutsu, sword tech., and spells. (Also plots that are original and made by me.)

I'm sorry guys!!! It appears I'm turning into Zagger the Bloody Angel. It seems that I also have ADD…

Anyways, this is the first chapter of…

Some Things Are Meant to Be Broken



Tsunade was sorting through papers on her desk. They had accumulated over her years of procrastinating them, preferring to go out and drink sake and gamble away the money she earned.

With sigh she set down the mission requests as she leaned back in her chair. The busty women's genjutsu had weakened over the years, revealing more wrinkles that were once hidden under it, but most of her genjutsu prevailed over the weakening of itself.

And how might you ask why the genjutsu was weakening?

All because the secret of Kyuubi got out three years ago.

Ever since then, every one had turned cold on Naruto, even his closest friends. She put him in the ANBU, mainly because ANBU pretty much consumed the person's life, leaving little room for the civilian populace to see them.

Naruto was known as 'Kitsune' among his fellow ANBU, and was a major part of their fighting force. Once you sent him into the fray, everyone is basically dead.

Her train of thought ended when Naruto bursted into her office, the chuunin guards unconscious at the doorway.

He pulled off his mask, set it down on her desk, and flopped on the couch in front of her. "Baa-chan, your guard sucks."

Not even fazed by the insult, Tsunade looked at his mask. "What d'oyou want gaki?"

"Simple, a break. A vacation. A getaway from all these ANBU missions and the village."

Tossing the idea around in her head, Tsunade suddenly remembered a mission request. That was a mission, but offered a LONG escape from the village. But, while she didn't want to do this…he kinda needed to socialize more.

"Naruto, I've got just the mission for you…"


2 weeks later


Naruto sighed as he stepped off the train that took him from platform 9 and ¾. So, here he was now, in the middle of summer vacation, in front of some giant, hairy man that went by the name of 'Hagrid'.

"'ello! You must be Naruto, 'am I right?" asked the giant, with a beaming smile on his face.


"Um, 'orry, but…I on't speak 'apanese."

"Oh, right. Sorry. I said yes, I'm Naruto, Uzumaki, Naruto."

With a smile on his bearded face, Hargid turned for the castle, and said "Welcome, 'o England, Mr. Uzumaki. I'll be 'aking ya to ol' Dumbledore."

And then the black haired giant and the blonde haired shinobi, who hefted his sack onto his shoulder, headed for the giant castle in the distance.


"Professor? I brough' the 'uest. But the ol' lad seems a bit confused 'bout where he is."

And old man with a long white bearded turned and faced away from the odd red bird that he was petting, to Hagris and Naruto. "Why thank you Hagrid. If you could, could you tend to Fluffy, he's been whimpering lately, and I don't know what's wrong with him."

"O' course,'eadmaster." And then Hagrid excused himself from the office filled with trinkets, and went down to the dungeons.

Naruto turned his gaze from the door to the Headmaster he was supposed to be working with for the next 9 years.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he motioned for Naruto to take a seat. The man did so. "So, should I call Naruto, or Professor Uzumaki?"

"Naruto is fine. I've been meaning to ask you this for a while, why did you ask for a representative from the Elemental Countries?"

"Multiple reasons. The main reasons, one of which I'll say later, was that I wanted to make a bond between the shinobi and the wizards and witches."

"I see…so, tell me, what's is this place and what's been going around with it? There's something in the air that's just pulling with my senses." Naruto asked, leaning back into his chair.

"Ah, yes, I've been waiting for you to ask that. Well, this place is called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it's one of the best magical schools out there. It has been around since the time of Merlin, made by the four Hogwarts founders, Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw (I'm probably going to spell the first names wrong…), Salazar Slytherin, and Helga Hufflepuff. We've been known for making excellent Aurors, dark wizards, Ministers of Magic, and our loss of our Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers ever since I turned down a person for the job. The reason I also wanted you to come here is to teach the students other things, such as your profession, and close-range fighting."

"…I see. Well then, I'll agree, just don't make the defense guy."

Albus laughed as he heard that. "We recently had the teacher for that class, Remus Lupin, a werewolf, resign because after word got out that he was a werewolf, a dark creature that isn't accepted very well on the light side, because he didn't want to cause trouble or me."

Naruto grinned a Cheshire cat grin that made his eyes closed as he said, "Sounds like an honorable man. If he respects you that much, I think I'll give this a go."

Albus smiled at the young man, stood up and offered an old hand to him. "Welcome to the staff, Professor Uzumaki of Close-range and Wandless Sorcery."

"Glad to be aboard, Professor Dumbledore, glad to be aboard." Naruto said, taking the wizard's hand.


Hogwarts train


Hermione looked up from behind the Daily Prophet as she looked at Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She set the paper down next to her as she rested her chin on her hands. They were heading for Hogwarts for their fourth year right now, and were already in their robes, seeing as they were close to Hogwarts now. "Hey, guys, have you heard?"

Ron lifted his head up from it's resting place in his palm as he averted his attention to the Muggle-born in front of him, as did Harry. "Heard what?" came the voices of both the black and red heads.

"That there's going to be a new teacher. One for close-range dueling and wandless magic."

Now THAT caught Harry's interest. "Wandless magic? Why would Dumbledore get someone to do that? I mean of course it would be helpful if we can't use our wands, but what are the chances of that?"

Hermione rolled her eyes as she looked at him. "wandless magic is probably one of the most important skills we'll ever learn, Harry! What if we're attacked and we don't have our wan? We use Wandless magic. Anyways, let's go, the train is almost there."

The castle's illuminated the night as it grew ever closer…


Students from all years filed into the Great Hall as they sat at their tables, chatting to old friends and new as the sorting hat began it's song as the new 1st years walked into the hall, nervousness and fear etched upon their faces, though some held a calm look, others arrogant ones.

A blonde teacher made sure to teach the arrogant ones a lesson.

Minerva McGonagal, Assistant Headmistress and Head of the Gryiffindor House stepped up top the front of the hall, with a hat and stool in one hand, and a list of all the first years in another.

Placing the stool down with the hat on top of it, a tear in the hat seemed to open up as it began it's song and the hall became silent…

A thousand years or more ago,

When I was newly sewn,

There lived four wizards of renown,

Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from the wild moor,

Fair Ravenvlaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fen,

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream

They hatched daring plan,

To educate young sorcerers,

Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders

Formed their own House, For each

Did value different virtues

In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were

Prized beyond the rest;

For Ravenclaw, the cleverest

Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were

Most worthy of admission;

For power-hungry Slytherin

Loved those of great ambition

While still alive they did divide

Their favorites from the throng,

Yet how to pick the worthy ones

When they were dead and gone?

Twas Gryffindor who found the way,

He whipped me off his head

The founders put some brains in me

So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,

I've never yet been wrong,

I'll have a look inside your mind

And tell where you belong!

The Great Hall erupted into cheers as McGonagal called the names of the first years, had them sorted, explained Filches rules, which the Weasley twins ignored, and left the stage to Dumbledore.

He stood up from his golden chair as he cleared his throat. "Hello again, students, old faces and knew. Another year passed, and one is just staring for some of you. Now, before we get down and jiggy with the main events, I would like to introdu-"

Dumbledore was cut off when the charm on the roof, making it look like the night sky over bove, made a loud boom of thunder, and a crack of lightning before a red streak of magic hit it in it's center, returning it to a past night sky.

Mad-eye Moody limped out of the shadows as he wobbled over to Dumbledore, his magical eye darting each and every way, before he finally reached him.

"Alastor, my old friend!"

"Albus. You might wanna fix that roof. Damn spell could wear off anytime."

At the Gryffindor table, between Harry, Ron, and Hermione, Ron's mouth was open as Harry stared on in confusion.

Hermione voiced her and Harry's thoughts when she asked, "Ronald, who is that man?"

Ron slowly turned to Hermione as his jaw was still slack. "T-t-that's Mad-Eye M-Moody! One of the greatest Aurors ever!"

As Dumbledore showed Alastor his seat, he once again cleared his throat before saying, "As I was saying, I would like to introduce out new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, Alastor Moody, and our new close-range fighting and wandless magic, Naruto Uzuzmaki. Professor Uzumaki's class is optional, and wandless teaching is available to all years, but close range fighting is only for third years and above. And, now…we feast."


After the feast was completed and all of the food went away, Dumbledore conjured two other tables, and a podium that appeared out of nowhere with something on it with a cloth draped over it.

Dumbledore walked over to the podium as ran his hand on it, with a look of thinking on his wrinkled face. "Today is a memorable day. Today, we, Hogwarts, has been chosen to host the Triwizard Tournament with Durmstrang and Beuxabatons!" shouted Albus as he suddenly pointed his finger at the entrance to the Great Hall.

(Just imagine where Durmstrang and the wonderful ladies walked in.)

"Now that everyone is assembled, I would thoroughly enjoy revealing…"Albus took a pause before grapping the cloth, retching it away from the podium, to reveal…a worn stone goblet. "THE GOBLET OF FIRE!" Dumbledore shouted as the inside of the goblet became ignited in blue flames. "Minister, Ludo…" (Said men walk out of shadows) "If you would explain…"said Albus.

Stepping forward, Ludo Bagaman said, "The Triwizard Tournament is a contest of skills between three schools, all competing in three tasks. In order to compete, you must write your name on a piece of paper, along with your school, and place it in the goblet. The Goblet chooses one name from each school, and that name becomes that school's champion. The champion with the most points at the end of the tournament, wins."

Then, Fudge stepped forward. "But due to the death toll in this tournament, no one under the age of 17 may compete."

Naturally, this caused uproar from the ones under 17. The noised was quieted when Dumbledore took the stage again. "This is absolute, and I'll be drawing an age line repelling all those under the age of 17 from entering their names in the cup." Taking a bow, Dumbledore rose and said with his arms spread wide…



A/N: this has been bugging me, so I'm getting rid pf the idea. I might update it a little more…

But it depends.

Any who…


Should I add a bit of Bleach to this?

Yes: Zanpakto for Naruto, and a sneak peek at Jared and Regal (Path of a Dead Man and Last Order) abilities. But, Regal shall be a good guy, and appear later in the story, Jared will be evil and appear later, after Regal.

No: The story will continue as planned, no changes.