Naruto Fan Fiction / Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction ❯ Anyplace, Anywhere, Anytime ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter of Naruto, only the plot of the story is mine.   A/N: Hey, I’m back, kinda – bit of a filler chapter but better than nothing, hope you all like it.     Chapter 5   Harry tossed and turned in his sleep, haunted by strange creatures and faces he could no longer completely recall. He was currently trapped in the darkness, screams echoing around him emphasised by flashes of green light. The dark started to shift around him, lightening into a silvery mist; shadows darted around him, both human and animal before three sets of eyes appeared. The first was a deep crimson, with slit pupils, which were similarly shaped to his and they narrowed in fierce loathing towards him. Familiarity washed through him, and a well of anger and hate rose up, trying to swallow him whole, until a flare of bright white light caused him to close his eyes or be blinded. When he opened his eyes again that red gaze was gone. Harry spun around trying to find where they had gone and stared straight into golden eyes, these were also slitted and reminded him of a snake. They glinted with malice, sadistic humour and a hint of scientific curiosity. Harry felt as if he was being examined and that they could see through him completely, down even to his soul. He shuddered at the desire and lust drifting from that gaze, stepping back unconsciously, and the eyes vanished. The last pair of eyes was also familiar, but somehow Harry knew that they were not from his unknown past. The crimson orbs contained three black shapes, like commas, but were empty of all emotions. Curiosity warred with his rationality at the sight. Instinctively he knew that these were not the eyes of the person in his memory, but they had such an extreme similarity that he could not help but wonder who they belonged to. As he looked deeper and slowly moved closer, his curiosity winning out, the commas started to spin. Startled, Harry tried to back away as he had to the golden-eyed gaze, but found himself unable to move. His surroundings started to swiftly change, a dark replica of the Uchiha estate forming around him, and the figure of a man, no, a teenager stood in front of him. He was dressed in an outfit he had seen on masked ninja around the village, jumping from rooftop to rooftop; Sasuke had told him they were called ANBU.  This one wore no mask, but his face was shadowed, his raven hair was tied at the base of his neck and the long bangs fell forward around his face. He moved forward swiftly, Harry following, drifting along behind him like a ghost, unable to stop himself. What happened next, Harry would never have expected. Horrified, he watched as the figure killed all he found, one by one, each wearing the red and white fan, the symbol of the Uchiha. He observed how the small boy, a miniature Sasuke intruded on the scene of the massacre, for that was the only thing it could be. How the boy ran, but was not fast enough. The figure caught Sasuke’s gaze with his own crimson one, the commas spinning, and the boy collapsed to the ground, huddled in on himself. The figure slouched slightly and Harry could feel the sadness, the regret flowing off the dejected teenager, before he straightened once more, blocking it all away and heading towards the Hokage tower, Harry trailing behind like a faithful shadow. When the figure stopped, Harry recognised the room as he had been there that day, but the figure behind the desk was different. The old man looked up as the teenager knelt respectfully before him, head bowed. “Report,” the man’s voice was flat, but Harry could feel the remorse emanating from him. “Mission complete, Hokage-sama.” The teenager replied, his voice was dark and rough, choked with hidden emotion, and Harry recognised the sound, even in its drastically changed form. The old man sighed.    “Rise Itachi,” the figure, now identified, rose to his feet. “What of Sasuke?” Itachi’s dark eyes blinked slowly. “Alive. Using the sharingan I led him to believe I did it for my own reasons.” The Hokage nodded and picked up a scroll from the desk in front of him, Itachi’s eyes instantly focused upon it. “Uchiha Itachi, I have another mission for you.” He handed the scroll over. “Infiltrate the Akatsuki; from now on every one of Konoha’s citizens will believe you to be an S-Class criminal, a missing nin. You will have to leave the village tonight. Understood?” The Hokage steepled his hands in front of him, and watched Itachi as he read the scroll. “Understood, Hokage-sama,” Itachi handed the scroll back. “Dismissed.” Itachi disappeared from the office and Harry’s surroundings faded away back to darkness. Harry awoke suddenly but didn’t move, tears streamed down his face and his body shook with grief not his own. Uchiha Itachi, he remembered the name, as well as the dream that he had while in the hospital. He did not know how, but he and this man were connected in some way. He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing he would have to talk this over with Naruto and Sasuke the next day. Harry was unsure how Sasuke would take this knowledge but as Harry was new to everything around him, he did not have much choice. Sighing, Harry turned over, snuggling deeply into his pillow and willing himself to go back to sleep, even if he had to face more nightmarish images. But as he was taken into Morpheus’ realm, this was not the case. He was surrounded by a warm presence that wrapped itself around him and he knew instantly what it was. A whisper echoed through the still night. “Itachi.”  ~~~~~~~~~~ The sun had only just arisen when Harry’s eyes opened, fully awake, warm and content. He vaguely remembered the last hours of sleep where he had been wrapped in the presence he knew was Uchiha Itachi. He did not know how, but he did know that it was true. Harry sat up, stretching his arms into the air and blinking, focusing on the details of the room he was given that he had ignored the night before; when it was dark and he was tired. It was very plain, designed for utility rather than comfort. The furniture was of a simple design and consisted of a bed, a chest of drawers, a wardrobe, a desk and a small bedside table. There was no sign that anyone had ever used the room at all at first glance. Curious, Harry placed his feet on the floor to stand, but quickly lifted them up again. The wooden floorboards were really cold on his bare feet. He tried again, wincing at the temperature but standing anyway, and moving towards the wardrobe first. The door creaked noisily as he opened it slowly and peered inside. A lone green sleeveless jacket was all that was hanging up; Harry remembered some of the others around the village were wearing something similar. This had obviously been the room of a quite skilled ninja, as Sasuke had explained vaguely about the rankings and that the ones wearing them were higher than most of those without. Pulling a drawer out next, Harry found it mostly empty, except for a chipped and scratched metal plate on a torn and frayed strip of cloth – a leaf was barely visible on the metal. Handling it with reverence, he placed it back in the drawer before opening the next. This one had various types of clothing, all in black, with the Uchiha symbol of a red and white fan on the shirts. Harry picked up one of the long-sleeved shirts, with a large fan on the back, and placed it on the bed behind him, before flicking through the trousers. None of them seemed right though, so he moved to the next drawer. More clothes were in this one, but there was a wider variety of colours. He picked up the pair of ¾ length dark green combats that were on the top, and placed these on the bed as well. Harry blinked, looking at the bed, he had a strange feeling that he should put these clothes on, and as these feelings had been right so far, he decided to do as it wanted. While pulling the top over his head, after changing into the bottoms, he was assaulted with a familiar scent. Closing his eyes, he brought the material closer and breathed in deeply. His eyes opened with a gasp, he had only found this scent twice before, and the last time was just that night. He was in Itachi’s room, and he was now wearing his clothes. Harry bit his lip, he hoped Sasuke wouldn’t mind. These clothes made him feel safe, like Itachi was right there with him. Maybe after he had told Sasuke about his dream, there wouldn’t be a problem. Harry sighed, and looking outside. Seeing that the sun had risen quite far, he moved to the door. He didn’t really want to go, but he had to face Sasuke sometime, he had his ninja training to start today, and a brother’s behaviour to explain. Sighing again, Harry exited the room, shutting the door behind him and headed down to the kitchen.