Harry's bloodline

Disclaimer: The rights of Harry Potter belong to J.K Rowling and the rights of Naruto belong to Masashi Kishimoto. Since my passport states I'm neither, it's pretty obvious I don't hold those rights. I'll won't make any money with this (like anyone would pay to read my story's).

Hello everyone, I just want to warn you that this is my very first fanfiction. Because of that, I would like to receive some reviews to see how good/bad I am at writing. I also would like for you to know that English is not my mother language so I would like to know how bad my errors in grammer and/or spelling are.

The harry in this fic has the Sharingan, thus making this AU. The Sharingan will be the ONLY thing I'll use form Naruto (except perhap for Raikiri, but that won't happen until MUCH later in the story anyway). Because of the Sharingan Harry will not need glasses either.

I know it's not like in the books, but in this fic harry is born in 2001, so everything thakes place a couple of years later. This is done so I'll won't accidentally mess up with technology that did or did not yet exist in the books.

Legend:

"Stupefy":thoughts

"stupefy":talking

"STUPEFY":yelling/screaming

stupefy:reading

Proloque

2002, Halloween, past midnight. At Private drive.

A strange looking, tall man, entered the otherwise so normal street named Private drive. This man was wearing long dark red robes with a pointy hat on his head. His hair was long and like his equally long beard, was white. This was because of the man's age. His blue eyes behind his halfmoon spectacles seemed to twinkle. And his crooked nose seemed to have been broken somewhere in his life. This man was Albus Dumbledore, head of Hogwarts school for Witchcraft and wizardry and he was believed to be the most powerull wizard of modern times.

Dumbledore reached into his pockets and fished out a lighter. He flicked the lighter several times, but instead of a flame coming out, it absorbed the light of the lampposts in the street. He walked down the street until he reached number 4 and sat down on the stone fence in font of the front yard. He looked at the cat next to him. "Good evening Minerva." He said, as the cat transformed into a stern looking woman.

The woman known as Minerva McGonagall wore glasses, dark green robes and her hair was done in a tight bun. ''good evening Albus.'' She said. "Where is the boy?" "Hagrid is bringing him here." Dumbledore replied. "So, you are eally going to do this then?" Seeing Dumbledore merely nod his head she continued, with anger in her voice. "Why them of all people? They are the worst sort of people imaginable." "Because they are the only family he's got left and he will be far better of growing up away from all the fame." Seeing McGonagall was about to interrupt him, He quickly continued. "Besides , I don't believe Voldemort has been completely destroyed. He will return some day and when that happens, he will be safest here." Mcgonagall supressed a shudder when Dumbledore mentioned that Voldemort would return and asked. "Why would he be safest here? It's not like those muggles would be able to defend him from You-know-who." "Neither would they probably want to for that matter." She added in her mind. "Because" Dumbledore calmly said, "I believe that the reason young Harry survived, was because his parents gave their lives to safe Harry's." He grabbed a small bag filled with lemon drops out of his pocket and popped one into his mouth before continiuing. "That is the reason why he will be safe here as long as this is his home. Because his mother's blood lives in both him and his aunt." Recognition dawned upon McGonagalls face. "You don't mean to say that you placed blood wards on this house!" "I did." Came the simple reply. "I see..." said McGonagall. "Ah" Dumbledore said when he heard a motorcycle coming. "I believe Hagrid is here"

They could hear the roaring of a motorcycle in the distance growing louder and louder, until it came soaring through the sky. It landed a few feet away from Dumbledore and McGonagall. A gigantic man with long rough hair and a beard that hid most of his face got of. "Good evening Professor Dumbledore sir, Professor McGonagall." "Good evening Hagrid. I trust everything went well?" Dumbledore asked. The giant man known as Hagrid suddenly looked worried. "Well there's somethin' 'bout the boy that has me worried." Dumbledore and McGonagall glanced at each other, before Dumbledore asked. "What is it Hagrid?" "well," Hagrid began. "When I got to Godrics Hollow, half the house was blown apart. I-i found James and Lily's bodies." Hagrid sniffed, and took a deep breath. "At first I thought harry was ok, 'cept for a scar on his forehead. Then he opened his eyes...those eyes..." "What was wrong with his eyes?" McGonagall asked looking worried for the child. "They were red." Hagrid said. "Blood red, with a black dot swirlin' in each eye." McGonagall gasped, but Dumbldore's eyes seemed to twinkle at full force when he asked. "did something else happen?" "The kid seemed exhausted, his eyes turned back ta normal an' he fell asleep. Brought 'em straight here after that." Hagrid said. Dumbledore smiled and said. "No need to worry then Hagrid. He's perfectly fine." Hagrid handed Dumbledore a small bundle, with a little baby boy in it. Dumbledore. "If ya say so Professor." Hagrid said. Although he still looked somewhat unnerved. Dumbledore smiled and started walking towards the front door of Privet drive #4. When he got there, he looked at the boy in his arms and said "one year old and already setting records, aren't you?" he layed the boy on the doorstep and layed a letter on the bundle. "I have a feeling that you are going to surprise the wizarding world over and over again in a couple of years. Until then... Good luck Harry Potter" Dumbledore turned around and began to walk towards McGonagall and Hagrid. "lets go." He said. The three of them left. One flew back into the sky, on his motorcycle. One trippled away as a cat. The last gave a last look to Harry, and simply vanished with a soft 'pop'.

AN: Well what do you think? Good? Bad? REALL bad? Passable?

I would also like to know if I should start in book 1, or in a later book. If you want a later book. The max will be book 3. Let me know what you think.

P.S. If there is a Beta reader out there that is brave or foolish enough to try and help me sort out my trash. I would greatly appreciate it.