DISCLAIMER: Don't own Naruto or Harry Potter.

Hello readers! This is yet another unusual fic that features an unusual storyline. Here, It will be a crossover between Naruto and HP. I think that this is the first time this has been done but I'll do it for the fans! This will be a Kimimaro-is-Harry fic…again, don't know if its been done before but I'll give it a go…now, on with the show.

It was a bitter cold night on the streets of Privet Drive. A place so normal that it was considered one of the dullest places in the country. Soon, this normal policy would be broken when, in a flash, a strangely dressed man appeared. He was old, very old, for he had a long grey beard tucked into his belt. His blue twinkling eyes shone beneath half-moon glasses. He was dressed in a bright robe with little crescent moons decorating it. He suddenly put his hand into the robe and pulled out a lighter. With it, he aimed at the street lamps, watching as they went out, one by one.

The old man turned around to see a cat observing him. Smiling amusedly at the stillness of the creature, he beckoned it over.

"My dear Minerva, surely one would think that the position would be a tad uncomfortable?" He asked the cat and watched as it jumped and morphed into an old woman with dark green robes, hair tied back into a bun and stern eyes appear. She scowled a little at the old man.

"Well Albus, you'd be stiff as well if you had to sit on a brick wall all day." She said in irritation. She watched the old man chuckle slightly before she got down to business.

"Albus, is it true what everyone is saying? That Lily and James Potter are d-dead?" She choked out and paled as Albus nodded his head. "Oh Albus…how could this happen? I heard that their child, Harry, survived a killing curse from You-Know-Who himself!" Here Albus frowned.

"Surely Minerva, you of all people aren't afraid to say his real name, or even his moniker, Lord Voldemort?" He said and the woman gasped at the name. Shaking his head Albus turned his gaze to the sky.

"What about young Harry? What will happen to him?" She questioned seemingly dreading the answer. Albus' eyes flickered to her for a brief moment before replying.

"He will be staying with his aunt and uncle, Petunia and Vernon Dursley." He said and Minerva looked at him in slight anger.

"The Dursleys? Albus, you can't be serious! I've seen their child as he kicked his mother up the street in a tantrum! You cannot expect me to believe that Harry Potter of all people would be raised by these savages." She cried out in rage. Albus looked sadly at her.

"I am afraid that there is no other choice. He is not yet ready to handle the burden of being the Boy-Who-Lived…and Hagrid is bringing him now, I see." He heard Minerva question about the safety of a half-giant bringing a baby when a loud rumble echoed. Looking up in the sky, a flash of light became clear and with it, a giant roaring motorcycle and a huge man with a furry beard carrying a small bundle. The motorcycle dropped onto the road below, right in front of Albus.

"Ah… Hagrid, you have arrived! And is this…?" Albus greeted and trailed off at the end. The giant smiled a little.

"Y-yes Professor Dumbledore, found the little tyke underneath the rubble" Here he started sobbing at the loss of his friends. "H-had to borrow the bike from young Sirius Black. Well, here he is safe and sound, but…" This but caused a pause with the two elderly people.

"But?…" Albus prodded gently. Hagrid wailed a little before calming down.

"T-the boy looks nothin' like his parents! His hair is white!" He said in alarm. Indeed the child did have white hair along with a faded lightning bolt scar on the right side of his forehead. Albus frowned a little before dismissing it as a muggle ailment, which would be cured when the boy reached Hogwarts. Leaving the boy on the doorstep of no.4, he and his associates bade farewell to the saviour of the wizarding world, Harry Potter.

Soon after leaving before placing a letter on the bundle, the front door of the house opened and a huge whale of a man and a woman with a long neck looked out. Spotting the child and letter they paled. After reading the letter, the fat man grabbed the bundle and walked to his car. He turned to his wife.

"I am not having a freak living under our roof! Lucky we booked that holiday to Japan, eh Pet?" He questioned and his wife smirked. After the woman picked up her child, Dudley, she got into the packed car.

The drive to the airport was rather dull, the 'freak' was asleep thankfully, and they didn't need any more headaches what with baby Dudley's wailing. Reaching the airport, they had to stay overnight and wait in the morning for their flight.

On the plane, Vernon was congratulating himself. He had not only managed to find a way to get rid of the freak, but he had managed to secure a business deal in a place called 'Kiri' or something. Yes, soon the boy would be out of their hands and into an orphanage where he belonged!

A few years later…

The patriarch of the Kaguya clan was looking at the Hidden Village of the Mist, or Kirigakure, in contempt. Soon, the clan would rise and crush this pathetic village. Walking into the village, ignoring the looks of the civilians, he went to the orphanage.

Most would question why such an esteemed clan leader would be seen near an orphanage but only he knew the answer. The minds of young children could be moulded to how he wanted and crush Kirigakure not just physically, but politically as well. Fighters, merchants, negotiators, anything was possible when taken at a young age. Entering, he grunted a greeting at the matron, an unsightly hag of a woman. She nodded to him and directed him to the halls where the children lived.

Looking around, he noticed a number of children lying in small sleeping sacks, none too special to consider. Looking disappointed at the children who couldn't be used, he was about to leave when he felt it. Rushing outside behind the orphanage, he saw him. A four year old boy was using chakra to tree climb! He looked over the boy. He had silver hair tied back in a low ponytail, brushing his upper back. His face was blank, as if he had been doing it his whole life! This was absurd! Coming to a decision, he approached the boy.

"You there, boy!" He yelled and the boy turned his blank green eyes to him. "You seem quite good at that for your age, how would you like to come with me? I can train you well!" He said and the boy looked shocked before nodding. Asking the boy if he had a name, he watched him frown and shake his head. Thinking, he came up with a name.

"Heh, Welcome to the Kaguya clan, Kimimaro." He said and the boy nodded in reply. Thus his life with the Kaguya started…

4 years later…

Life wasn't easy for 8 year old Kimimaro. He was forced to be confined in a cell, albeit a large one though he didn't really mind. His only goal was perfecting his bloodline limit, which he discovered when he was five. He could manipulate his skeletal structure in many different ways to sprout bones from his body. He never knew of it before until a bone shot from his fingertip and impaled a tree, going straight through it. The clan had named it the Shikotsumyaku…the Dead Bone Pulse, a rather fitting name. He was only really let out to fight the clans enemies, although the clan was upset that he never showed the same amount of brutality as they did. It was fight, then cell, then fight, and then cell. A routine he got used to quickly.

It was the newest mission that sparked an interest in him. The patriarch had organised a meeting. They would be destroying Kirigakure but they had left him behind in his dungeon, thinking he would get in their way.

"Kukuku! How lonely you must be…trapped in here to rot." A snake-like voice attracted his attention. Turning his head, he confronted the intruder.

The man was pale, very pale. With snake like yellow eyes rimmed by purple eyeliner. His long black hair blending well with the darkness of his prison. His attire consisted of a light green tunic tied up with a large purple rope belt. His lower half was black pants and shinobi sandals. A truly frightening visage, but Kimimaro stared at him blankly, amusing the man.

"If I free you…would you be interested in working for me? I have use for someone with such capabilities as yours." He said, causing Kimimaro to go wide-eyed. Someone had need of him! Yes, he would help this man…as long as he freed him. After the man did so, he promised to meet up later, after the attack on Kirigakure.

Kimimaro sprinted along the road past Wave country, hoping to reach Kiri in time. Up ahead he noticed two people. One was large, with a huge cleaver-looking sword on his back with face wrappings and a tilted hitae-ate. The other was younger, roughly his age, who was wearing a kimono and had long brown hair. He stopped in front of them.

"Are you Mist-nin, strangers?" He questioned and tensed. The man had recognised the red dot markings on Kimimaro's head.

"A Kaguya, eh? I saw a whole bunch of your clansmen going that way." He pointed behind him. "And we ain't no Mist-nin…" He said in response to the original question. Kimimaro nodded in gratitude before running in the direction he was given. Back with the two missing-nin, the long haired one stood still and looked in the direction where the white haired boy ran off to.

"Haku? What is it?" The tall man with the sword gruffly asked the now named Haku. He turned to the swordsman.

"I apologise, Zabuza-san. Its just…he had the same eyes as mine…someone who has found his purpose…" He said to the now name Zabuza, who looked at him for a moment before continuing onwards, Haku trailing behind him.

The whole village was celebrating the demise of the now dead Kaguya clan. Kimimaro looked cautiously from a corner as his clan members were executed in succession. The patriarch of the Kaguya clan yelled out before he was beheaded.

"I curse this damned village! Nothing but a bunch of peace-loving bastards! Kimimaro will kill you all! You'll se-" He was cut off when the huge executioner blade cut through his neck, decapitating him.

Kimimaro cursed. That fool had alerted the guards to his presence. Thinking quickly, he ran away. He wasn't like his clan members with their never run from battle laws. He had self-preservation thank you very much. He had just reached a small clearing in the nearby woods when he felt someone kick him from behind, into a tree. It was Kiri's hunter-nin! One raised his blade to Kimimaro.

"Damn bloodline freak! Today you die before you can spread your disease to the good people of Kiri!" He yelled out, getting cries of agreement from his four comrades. Just as he was about to finish Kimimaro off, snakes seemingly appeared out of nowhere and strangled the hunter-nin to death, leaving the other members of the hunter squad in shock. Turning to confront the source of intrusion and paled but Kimimaro recognised the man. It was his saviour, the snake man!

He watched in awe as the snake man proceeded to decimate the squad of hunters before turning to Kimimaro with a smile.

"So…Kimimaro-kun." He began. "…I have come to collect you. Are you prepared to come with me now?" He questioned and the white haired youth nodded.

"If I may ask, what is your name sir?" Kimimaro asked. The man looked at him and smiled.

"Kukuku…I am Orochimaru." He announced, and the boy bowed to him and walked away from Kiri, to a new life…

7 years later… (Last long time skip for now)

In a field clearing, two boys were engaged in a battle. On one side was a 15 year old teen who had pale skin, vivid green eyes, masculine facial features, and shoulder-length white hair, which he wore divided down the middle on his head (distinguished by a 'zigzag' hair parting) with two separate partings on either side of his face. He also had two red dots above his eyes and red markings underneath them. His outfit consisted of a light lavender, loose-fitting, long-sleeved, zip-up shirt, black pants cut off around mid-calf, bandages wrapped around his ankles, traditional shinobi sandals, and a purple, rope-like belt tied in an inverted bow around his waist. He also wore two red, tube-like hair ornaments, one on either side of his head, securing two locks of his silvery-white hair. He was glaring at the 'piece of trash' in front of him that just wouldn't die.

His opponent in question was a small 12-year-old boy dressed in a luminous orange and blue jump-suit, along with blonde hair and whisker marks. The white haired green-eyed teen looked impassively at the numerous amounts of clones the boy had summoned. Sighing, he slid his arms out of his lavender tunic, allowing it to fall around his waist. He then, to the surprise of the orange wearing boy, sprouted a bone sword from his upper arm.

"Tsubaki no mai…(Dance of the Camellia)" He spoke out.

He then proceeded to deliver a graceful sword dance of quick stabs and sharp thrusts at very fast speeds, which took down a large number of clones in a matter of seconds. He had managed to deliver a few sword strikes to the real boy, knocking him over. The white haired teen was just preparing to finish the blonde boy off when, from out of nowhere, a bowl cut boy in a green spandex suit emerged from the nearby foliage and kicked the teen in the jaw, sending him backwards before he landed on his feet to glare at the intruder.

Bowl cut apparently decided that he would fight him, Kimimaro, instead. Kimimaro idly watched the boy in orange go after the earlier escaped Uchiha Sasuke. Knowing that it was futile to even think that the boy would defeat Orochimaru-sama's future vessel, he allowed the boy to continue.

Watching his new opponent he couldn't help but question the fashion sense of Konoha-nin. Having enough of his thoughts he turned back to the bowl cut, Rock Lee if he heard correctly from the blonde brat. It didn't matter though, trash was trash, and it was his duty to clean up after his 'comrades', and he used that term quite loosely as they were less than trash for losing to some weak pathetic shinobi. He watched as the boy ran at impressive speeds towards him, clashing the boy's kick with a bone he pulled out from his arm.

"Hmph…you're a speedy little piece of trash aren't you…" Kimimaro remarked to the bowl cut boy.

"Your unyouthful acts will never defeat the Beautiful Green Beast, Rock Lee! I will defeat you, and help bring back Sasuke-san!" Lee yelled as he came back into the fight with fervour. Although his face didn't show it, Kimimaro was slightly disturbed by this boy's 'mannerisms'. He did, however, hear the last part through his daze.

"You speak of the future vessel? I do not understand." He paused, taking a few steps back. "Why would you risk your life to save a traitor?" He questioned in genuine curiosity. This caused Lee to smile.

"Sasuke-san is our comrade! And besides, isn't our relationship to Sasuke-san similar as yours is with the unyouthful Orochimaru?" This caused Kimimaro to grit his teeth in anger.

"You would dare compare that useless vessel with Orochimaru-sama? Enough of your prattle, trash! I will not take such disrespect lightly!" Kimimaro spat venomously, and prepared to obliterate the genin.

"Karamatsu no Mai! (Dance of the Larch)" He yelled, and bones sprouted from many different places on his body. With a withering glare at Lee, he started to spin rapidly, crashing into him violently and spilling blood. The boy coughed before holding out his hand in a waiting sign. Surprisingly, Kimimaro stopped and observed.

"I…I will have to take my medicine…please give me five minutes and then we shall fight again." Lee said. While Kimimaro didn't tolerate any disrespect to the people he valued, he had an honour code. He would allow the boy to take his medication and fight at full power. After all, if you were going to die, you might as well go all out right? This would prove fatal to Kimimaro for the boy drank his 'medicine' and started to stumble and his eyes were hazy and half-lidded. Looking warily at the younger boy, Kimimaro attacked by aiming his hands at the boy.

"Tenshi Sendan! (Drilling Finger Bullets)" with that cry, small bullet sized holes appeared on his finger tips. Small bullets made of bone erupted from the holes, fully intent on causing bodily damage to the target. What the boy did next surprised Kimimaro. He dodged in such a sloppy manner that the bullets were easily avoided. He glared at Lee.

"You…you dare mock me? I will destroy you, trash!" He yelled and prepared to attack with Tsubaki no Mai. The boy continued to annoy him by slurring taunts out while miraculously dodging every strike. Having enough of the obviously drunken boy, he prepared to use one of his more powerful attacks. He had to ascend to the level 2 of his curse seal to do it though, for the move was costly. First he ascended to the first stage, which resulted in black line markings covering his body from the seal at the base of his throat. He glared at the bowl cut.

"I will no longer stand for your attitude! You will learn to fear the Shikotsumyaku!" He yelled and his skin began to darken to brown (not racist!). huge bone columns erupted out of his back, and a large bone ridged tail erupted out of his lower back. His eyes became red with black sclera and he gained black facial marks around his eyes (Kimimaro level 2 curse seal).

"This is my power…Tessenka no Mai: Tsuru! (Dance of the Clematis: Vine)" He called out and he ripped out his spinal cord from his back and formed it into a whip. Focusing, he hurled the whip at such fast speeds that the boy couldn't escape. Wrapping around the boy with the whip, he morphed his other arm into a bone drill. With it, he then yanked the whip, causing its captive to spin wildly. He ran up to the dizzy genin and rammed the drill into his side.

"Tessenka no Mai: Hana! (Dance of the Clematis: Flower)" He yelled as the boy was sent careening into a nearby tree. Kimimaro then fell to his knees and slightly coughed up blood. He hated the curse seal at times. While its power boost was a great boon, it agitated his disease, causing him to tire out when using it. He decided to end it quickly and fire some bone bullets at the boy's head.

"Tenshi Sendan!" He called, but as the bullets were about to connect, they were intercepted…by a wall of sand? Looking confused and enraged, he turned to the interruption and found a red haired boy with black ringed green eyes not too dissimilar from his own with the kanji for love on his forehead. Kimimaro, looking at the kanji, remembered when he had that ridiculous lightning bolt scar when he was younger. Orochimaru and Kabuto had removed the scar though intense medical treatment when he arrived so that they could convert it into the Curse Seal of Earth, which he wore proudly.

"More trash? Why cant you all just kill yourselves? It will save me a lot of time…" He sighed, preparing to engage the new opponent.

"Come then, drone of Orochimaru. Show me your power…" The redhead said and Kimimaro became enraged.

"Don't you dare talk about Orochimaru-sama in such a manner!" He yelled and tried to gore the sand boy with his drill arm, which almost managed to pierce through the boy's automatic sand defence, to the boy's surprise.

As Kimimaro continued to battle the sand genin, he didn't notice that Lee, who had recovered from his stupor, got up and moved to attack with a kick.

Kimimaro was really getting annoyed. First, he had to expose his bloodline limit to trash not worth his time, and then he had gotten his ass handed to him by a drunken trash. His final humiliation was using his level 2 of the Curse seal, which was steadily agitating his disease. He could already feel his eyes blurring as his illness was getting worse. His coughing increasing, he decided to end it before he died. For Orochimaru-sama…he would use his last resort.

"I will end it all here, trash! You will not stop Orochimaru-sama's dreams! Sawarabi no Mai! (Dance of the Seedling Fern)" Kimimaro screamed. Suddenly, the field was riddled with towering bone spikes that erupted from the soil, completely covering the surrounding landscape. In the middle of this was two sand platforms, on them were the redhead and Lee.

"Gaara-san! You saved me! Thank you for your assistance!" He said in gratitude and the now named Gaara nodded. However, this peaceful moment would be interrupted by the interference of…

"DIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Kimimaro screamed as he erupted from a bone close to the two genin and poised his drill to stab Gaara in the head, who closed his eyes.

After a minute of silence, Gaara opened his eyes and to his shock, the bone drill didn't reach him, stopping just in front of his eyes. He looked at the white-haired teen, who had a face of shock and despair.

"D-dammit! No! I'm sorry…Orochimaru-sama…I can't help you anymore…" and with that the boy's drill arm was destroyed, and he fell limp.

Gaara and Lee stared in shock for a few moments before Gaara moved them away to a safe location.

Meanwhile, far away in a huge school…

Albus was shocked. Harry Potter looked close to dying according to the devices he keyed into the boy! The boy seemed to be unconsciously causing him trouble. First, he went missing and using legilimency on the Dursleys revealed a trip to Japan. So he searched a few villages and towns in the hope of finding the wayward saviour.

He had gotten a lead on an orphanage that had been home to a white-haired boy with Lily Potter's green eyes. At the time, he sent Alastor Moody, his old friend, to investigate. The crippled man had returned with news that the boy was there but had left with the patriarch of a local clan called the Kaguya. They couldn't get any more info because the matron of the orphanage never saw anything else.

After a while, the devices would constantly flicker from blank to mild danger. This troubled him greatly, for he was sure that now the boy wasn't having a good childhood and he had been unable to garner anything from the Kaguya clan head, who was quite rude in saying he never heard of the boy. Dumbledore suspected he was lying but he couldn't actively do anything without drawing the attention of the armed forces of Kirigakure. He left disappointed.

As he pondered on the boy, he realised something. It would soon be the boys start in his fourth year had he come to Hogwarts. He had to deal with the boy's godfather, Sirius Black, who took up the lead search for his godson when he heard he was missing.

As he returned to the situation, observed the devices more closely, particularly one that marked him with a 'terminal illness'. Now he was worried. The boy had some kind of disease that he had contracted and thus it was killing him at this very moment! He had to do something! Quickly using Fawkes, his phoenix, he sent him out. Hopefully, Fawkes would be able to find the boy this time…

With Fawkes some time later.

The old one had sent him to locate the wizarding world's supposed 'saviour'. The phoenix would have scoffed if it could at the silliness of humans. He was one of the few who would know where the boy might be, beyond the barrier that so many didn't know existed. He had sensed the boy's destructive magic rather easily, as it was the cause of the boy's 'terminal illness'. He would have scoffed again if he could because without the proper focus for such large reserves of magic, it would destroy the body from the inside. Yes…the boy's 'unknown terminal illness' was nothing more than a slightly advanced contraction of Magic Poisoning.

He had been searching through the world on the other side of the barrier, the Elemental Nations, for the boy's magical signature. He had seemingly found it in a field of what looked like bone spikes. Weaving in and out of the towers, he saw the boy who looked like he was on deaths door. Looking sadly at him, Fawkes realised that he couldn't just teleport with the boy because the barrier prevented such things. So, he settled for pulling the boy from the bone spike that he was planted in, causing the others to shatter. He then proceeded to fly to the nearest town and get him medical assistance, then he would guide the boy outside the barrier, into the wizarding world when he recovered.

"OH MY GOD!" Came the cry of a villager who saw the unconscious bloody white haired teen. She then gathered a few of the local civilians to carry the boy to the medical hospital. Fawkes trailed along, ignoring the awe-filled looks of the villagers.

A few days later…

Kimimaro woke up…wait. Woke up? Wasn't he dead? Sitting up, he realised that he was in a bed, with his clothes hanging over a chair and him dressed in a hospital gown.

"I'm alive?" He questioned to nobody. Suddenly, a trill of a bird was heard. Turning his head, Kimimaro looked at what was possibly the most beautiful bird he had ever seen. It was pure red and looked like it was glowing with fire. Reaching out a hesitant arm, he watched as the bird landed on it and smiled a little. Somehow the presence of this bird eliminated his illness while it was near. He suddenly thought of something.

"Why didn't Orochimaru-sama come for me?" He questioned. Then he felt dread. "Did he…abandon me?" He looked broken. "…I don't have a purpose anymore…"

Fawkes watched as the white-haired boy mulled to himself and talk in Japanese. Luckily, phoenixes understood a majority of human languages so it was simple to understand him. He trilled sadly at the boy causing him to look at him with a smile before placing him on a nearby perch that the villagers set up.

Kimimaro stood up and got dressed. There would be no need to wear the purple rope belt anymore. It would be a disgrace to wear it as he had failed Orochimaru. He realised that he wouldn't be able to return to his lord's side. Sighing, he pulled on his attire consisting of the lavender tunic, black pants, and black shinobi sandals. Deciding to leave, he exited his room and went to the front door, where he saw a shocked looking old man in an eccentric getup of a robe with moon patterns looking in his direction, along with three others, two men and a woman. They all looked like foreigners. Feeling suspicious of the strange group, Kimimaro quickened his pace and left, fleeing the village out the front gates, all the while unaware of the big black canine that was following him.

Albus was shocked. He had managed to enter the barrier along with his Order into the Elemental countries and had arrived in a small village town, which only spoke in Japanese so he had to use a translation charm. He had been informed by Fawkes that Harry was here! He had to find him and make sure he was safe. Rushing to the hospital with a few of his Order of the Phoenix members, namely Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, he saw the boy.

His skin was unnaturally pale, like he had never seen the light of day. His long white hair parted by a zigzag pattern and had strands of it tucked into red tube ornaments as some of the hair framed his face. His eyes were green like Lily's…but the thing that shocked him the most was the lack of a scar on 'Harry's' forehead, which in place of the lightning bolt scar was a pair of red dots above each eye. He also noted the dark red marks under the eyes, a sign of the disease perhaps? He looked at the boy's attire. A long lavender tunic marked his upper body that was undone around the middle, revealing a small tattoo at the base of his throat and part of the boy's slightly muscular body. The arms of the tunic covered his hands slightly. His lower half consisted of black pants and those black sandals he had seen many armed forces of the Elemental Countries wear. The boy looked at him blankly with an emotionless face, which bothered Albus, and ran out of the building.

Fawkes had been following the boy and, upon seeing Dumbledore, he landed on his shoulder. He idly took note of Sirius transforming into a black dog before speeding after the saviour of the wizarding world. He heard Nymphadora make a comment.

"Wow…he's quite good-looking! Makes me wish I were a bit younger…" She commented wistfully, casting a glance at Remus to see if he was jealous, which was noted as his eyes narrowed a little before he turned to Dumbledore.

"Albus…are you certain that was Harry?" He questioned. He too didn't like that emotionless look that he cast at them before running away.

"I am positive, dear boy…let us hurry after him." He said and the three vanished in a pop.

With Kimimaro…

Kimimaro was getting annoyed. Those strangely dressed people he saw at the hospital were following him. Cursing, he fired off a warning shot of Tenshi Sendan at one of them, just missing so that it would send a warning message. It apparently worked as he heard a shout of surprise from behind, causing him to get away in the confusion.

Remus was frightened. That little bullet had just missed his head and impaled itself through a tree! Looking at the others, he saw they were as disturbed and shocked as he was. Shakily, they resumed their pursuit, at a further away pace.

Kimimaro had reached a small village on the outskirts of the barrier, not that he knew there was one. He had settled into a nearby restaurant to get a quick snack to eat when he was interrupted. He turned around and saw the most ridiculous group of people he ever seen. There were five of them, dressed in long black robes and wearing white skull masks and had sticks of all things brandished at him. They all started to speak to him in a language he couldn't identify. Not liking being interrupted, he prepared to kill these trashes for daring to think they could defeat him with sticks.

"Yanagi no Mai! (Dance of the Willow)" With that, two bone swords sprouted from his palms into his hands, which caused some of the group in black to feel slightly sick. At insanely fast speeds, he slashed them up. Stabs, thrusts, spins of graceful precision that tore through the group in seconds that left many civilians watching in awe and fear at the boy.

Kimimaro looked impassively at the corpses before looting them of valuables, a common practice amongst shinobi that was taught to them so that they could throw away their morals in battle. He never took pleasure in such an act and he had vowed to only use it when necessary. He concluded it was a required act, for those sticks looked interesting to him. They were well carved and, if enough force was placed behind them, could blind someone if stabbed in the eye. Pocketing the sticks, he then heard a popping noise behind him. Turning around, he came face to face with that same group that been following him. They were looking rather disgusted at such a display he performed but he didn't care as long as they left him alone to find his new purpose in life.

Albus and his entourage had followed the wayward saviour to a nearby village at the edge of the barrier. After reaching the village, he and the others now joined by Alastor, questioned the locals on the boys description. They were about to take a break when they heard the sound of blades piercing flesh and screams of pain nearby. When they reached the scene, they paled and turned green with disgust. There were 5 dead Death Eaters that had been brutally slain with what appeared to be sword wounds. They noticed 'Harry' kneeling over one of them, rustling through the dead man's pockets! Had he no respect for the dead? To do such things was…evil through and through. They watched as he got up and turned to look at them with his emotionless gaze.

"Why are you following me?" He questioned. This caused Albus to cough a little before he spoke.

"We have come for you of course, young Harry." He said and he watched as the boy narrowed his green eyes.

"I do not know of any 'Hari' (needle)" The boy answered fumbling the obviously foreign name, causing the group to frown.

"Surely you would know your own name, Harry my boy?" The old man prodded. He watched the boy narrow his eyes further.

"My name is Kimimaro…you piece of trash." The boy retorted coldly, causing the Hogwarts headmaster to stiffen a little at the boy's words. This caused anger amongst his group, which had grown larger as more had come in the hopes of seeing the missing 'Boy-who-lived'.

"How dare you talk to the Albus Dumbledore like that!" A red-haired woman yelled out, with others saying similar things.

Kimimaro was confused. This huge gathering of people had suddenly started yelling at him in a different language. Getting a small headache, he decided to scare of these foolish trashes. Stretching his hands in front, causing the group to tense up, he shouted.

"Tenshi Sendan!" And with that, small holes opened up in his fingertips and little bullets made of bone careened towards the crowd, slightly grazing them, hoping that they would get the message. His eyes went wide when he realised that his disease was acting up again without the support of that bird. He collapsed on one knee, clutching his heart and blood escaped his mouth with coughing fits. This caused the group to back off in alarm.

"It's his illness! Hurry, we must get him to the Hospital on the other side of the barrier!" He heard the old man call out. How did he know of his disease? And what was this about a barrier?

This caused the crowd to gasp in fear that their saviour would die from an unknown disease. Before the illness rendered him unconscious, the last thing he saw was a black dog staring at him as he blacked out.

END OF CHAPTER…

Thought I would end it here after such a long chapter. Okay, to sum it up simply, this is a Kimimaro-is-Harry fic, most likely the first of its kind, and my first attempt at a NaruHP crossover. The pairing will be Kimimaro/Luna because Luna is awesome. I am not too good at bashing characters so there will only be mild bashing of characters that deserve it. Also, Harry translated as Hari does mean needle!

Hope to get the next chapter out soon, later!

Endogetsu.