Favorites. Prequel

"I was a year and a few months old when Voldemort killed my parents, and then he wanted to kill me, but something happened or went wrong and he died, and I still have this scar. After that, he tried to revive several times. I've been living under the yoke of this prophecy all my life. And I beat him every time. Last year, he came back, using me, my blood. He was reborn, and I told everyone about it, but no one believed me. They thought I was lying to get popular. They said in the papers that I'm the boy who lies. Only Headmaster Dumbledore believed it, and some of my friends, and my godfather Sirius. In this house, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix was set up to fight the Dark Lord, who hid after his rebirth. This summer, my friends and I decided... to find the prophecy, because there were only rumors about it, and what everyone knew was incomplete. We made our way to the Ministry of Magic, and there the Death Eaters, Voldemort's servants, were already waiting for us. Anyway, there was a commotion, and Sirius, saving me, fell into the Arch of Death." Hurriedly, as if I was urging him on, he told me.

"I was returned to the Dursleys," the guy continued. "But the next day, I received a letter from the Black family's lawyer. It said that I was becoming the owner of this house. I was so annoyed with my relatives that I shouted out of desperation, remembering about this brownie, which also passed to me by inheritance. And he came. Elves are very powerful magical creatures. Kreacher brought me here, and he looked away from my relatives, as if I were still with them, but I was being punished and was sitting in my room until the end of the summer.

Harry paused, pursing his lips.

"It turned out that the house was closed to outsiders after the death of the owner. I wanted peace and quiet and to think about everything.... That's why I didn't tell anyone that I was here. My friends... they have their own lives in the summer, but it's like everyone forgets about me. I don't know how to explain it. And then I found the Black Library and that grimoire.... And he called you."

"So how long has it been since your godfather fell through the Arch of Death?" I asked.

"Twelve days," the guy paled noticeably.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" I was surprised by his reaction.

"I'm sorry, Naruto, I'm a fool..." he lowered his head. "I completely forgot that in the world of magic, nothing happens for nothing. I'm still a bit of a Muggle. It didn't occur to me that as soon as I received the letter from the lawyer, it meant that magic had declared Sirius dead.... And that means it's true. He really died there."

"In my world, it's believed that if you protect the people you care about, you can die for it", I said, not knowing how to comfort him. A grown-up guy, but he's snotting like he's going to burst into tears right now.

"But still, I would like to take a look at this Arch of Death." You can send my clone there to find out exactly.

"A c-clone?" That wizard was staring at me again.

"Well, yes, or several," I nodded. He looked at me so incredulously that I wanted to make fun of him. Anyway, he's got a melancholy feeling here, it's sickening to watch.

"Kage-bunshin-sexy-no-jutsu!" I created three girls, but taking pity on a guy who was going through the death of his godfather, I didn't show them naked. And it's inconvenient in front of their prototypes. However, only Ino remained without any special changes, this blonde has everything in a bun, and her hair is long, pinned in a high ponytail, and her body is quite open and appetizing. I "changed" Hinata into a short tank top and shorts, otherwise she is always in some kind of baggy closed clothes, as if she is freezing in our subtropical climate. As it is, the princess of the Hyuga clan has excellent breasts, and despite her eerily colorless eyes, she is a pretty, aristocratic brunette with her hair down to her waist. I made Sakura's breasts a little bigger, she still can't see, so you can fantasize. And he returned her short pink hair to shoulder-length, as in childhood.

Oh, girls, it's a sight...

"Hello," Ino winked, immediately starting to "process" the wizard. In this, our beauty has no equal among the kunoichi. I remember how she kept trying to seduce Uchiha Sasuke, and she wasn't even twelve.... She'll bare her shoulder, then let her hair down, and her blue eyes are very shameless. But can you really beat this Sharingan avenger... Oh, I'm getting nostalgic....

After I returned to Konoha, Ino immediately lassoed me.... We had a good time. I also showed her a couple of "tricks". After a three-year journey with a pervert godfather, Jiraiya was able to pleasantly surprise. He he...

"N-Naruto?" poor Harry started stuttering and blushing, he looked from one girl to another.

"You can touch them. My clones are very strong, as long as you don't injure a vital organ, they won't disappear."

"Nice to meet you, Harry Potter, I am Haruno Sakura, kunoichi and ninja medic, I love kittens and Sasuke. And also, for the fact that you don't like something about my appearance, I can punch you so hard that I'll crack your stupid head, Naruto!" It's very similar to Sakura, said the clone, emitting serious Harun yaks*. (Yaki — perceived emanations of anger, thirst for murder. Literally "unclean spirit"/"embittered soul".)

"It sent shivers down my spine. Damn, why did I make Sakura?" You're very beautiful, Sakura," Harry timidly reassured the clone.

"What?! Look at her carefully, bespectacled," Ino, who immediately stepped out of the seductress's image, declared. "She's got a big head! And her breasts are really flat, like a board, Naruto fixed her buffers."

I interrupted the harem technique before the fight started. Clones, when they and I don't give a damn, sometimes behave inappropriately.

"Impressive," Harry managed to say.

"They're not always like that," I consoled him. "I have a few girlfriends... well, anyway... When there is a specific task, they are serious."

"Wait a minute..." he frowned, rubbing his scar on his forehead again. "That girl with the pink hair, she said she was a ninja!"

"Yeah. I've already told you that I'm a Shinobi."

"So a shinobi is a ninja?" Harry asked for some reason.

"Yes".

"We, more precisely, Muggles, that is, ordinary people, as their wizards call them, also have ninjas, they were once in the East a long time ago. These are masked people who throw throwing stars and kill other people, and they also fight well, both with swords and with the help of such sticks on a chain, I forget what they are called."

"Such "stars"?" I took out a shuriken from my pouch, which Harry picked up, studied it carefully and cut himself on the tip. He hissed, and then stuck his finger in his mouth.

"Are you a fool?" I asked. "What if there was poison in there? Many ninjas lubricate their weapons with poison, and you cut yourself on it, and even licked it to the pile."

The green eyes under the glasses became like those of a beaten dog, and the face acquired a slightly bluish tinge. When I was twelve, our captain also "made fun" of me after being wounded, and I'll never forget how scared I was then. But on the other hand, I remembered the safety rules for the rest of my life... and he tried not to expose himself anymore.

Okay, relax the rolls, there was no poison there," I took pity. It seems that despite the fact that the locals have something like a chakra here, but apparently they really rely on their wands. And in general, judging by Harry, they behave like civilians. Or is it just this boy who-must-beat-everyone who is so impressionable?

Part 1. Chapter 3. What is magic?

I can't sleep for something.... The bed is too soft and wide. It smells like I don't know what. And this whole magical world, it's all kind of weird....

The only thing that Harry Potter has managed to impress me with so far is the moving photographs in their newspapers and the "live" portrait of some relative of his, who, however, said almost nothing, but Harry said that she mostly swears with displeasure. The newspaper photographs helped me determine who to look for in the Arch of Death and what this very godfather of Harry, Sirius Black, looks like, as well as to find out the main characters of the local world.

Albus Dumbledore, an old man with glasses and bells in a long beard, the headmaster of this very school of wizardry, where Harry studies. Severus Snape, the man in the photo looked impressive and menacing, it was immediately obvious that he had been in the war, I respected him when Harry said that his potions professor was a spy in the Dark Lord's headquarters. Harry didn't say, but I felt like they had a name with this Se-ve-rus. — some kind of graters.

I cut out all the moving photos and pasted them in the notebook Kreacher got me. The house elf also brought ink and brushes for writing, so I also wrote down notes for my bingo book, their names and what I could remember about Harry's habits. I also gave everyone nicknames so that I could remember them better and not have to say those tooth-crushing names like Dolores Umbridge or Rufus Scrimgeour every time. My tongue seems to be looping in my mouth to speak English! Now it's all swollen and it hurts, it makes it difficult to sleep.

And yet it is strange that Harry Potter, after the death or disappearance with a ninety percent fatal outcome of his godfather, was left by his friends. They took it off, as he himself put it, "on his relatives who hate him."

When the news of Jiraiya's death came, I... remember that I was walking alone, thinking, remembering, even crying a little, let alone denying it, there was a case... And then Shikamaru found me and told me how he had survived the death of his teacher and friend. Ino came by, and we slept with her again. Then Sakura, who hit me... in the head so that I wouldn't fall apart. And Cy tried to give me books to read, like "how to experience grief," I sent him far and deep, of course, but in any case he wanted to help, but he didn't know how, all his emotions froze after his brother's death.... But I felt their support. They all tried to cheer me up, wake me up, show me that I wasn't alone.

Harry Potter has some rotten friends, that's what I think. I was summoned by this half-educated wizard, and I lost a lot of blood and strength during this very ritual. So we just sorted out the "hoo of hoo" by looking at the newspaper files. Unfortunately, the knowledge of local writing was somehow not passed on, so I could only look at the pictures. Harry was exhausted after eating, so he went to bed, and I was still gluing and writing what I remembered in the bingo book, and then I also went to the room I was assigned.

"Kyubi, my dear nine-tailed fuzzy, is there anything you want to explain to me?" I gently addressed the source of my current problems when I realized that I would not be able to sleep, at least until I found out everything.

The fox looked away and grinned.

Come on, what the hell happened? Harry showed me this grimoire from afar, and the demons in the pictures don't look much like you. And something tells me that there's not a word about nine-tailed foxes at all.

"I am a demon!" The fox growled, not very confidently.

"No, no, I have no doubt, of course..." and then it dawned on me. "Come on, admit it, don't they think you're a demon?"

"I... what? No!" he quickly began to deny it, too zealously indignant. "How do you even do that... Naruto! I am a demon!"

"Yeah," I made a bow with my lips. "Don't tell me you're trying to prove something to someone?..."

"I... I..." he flattened his ears and scowled. "It's just that when you split my chakra, I was able to mentally enter the demonic plane, and they... It's all... there..."

The fox looked so depressed that I felt sorry for him. And in the trembling blackness of my inner world, I heard giggles, grins, and images of eyes appeared. Different eyes. And even though it was obvious that they hardly belonged to people, but these looks... They were unmistakable. These views haunted me throughout my childhood and youth. Containing hatred, contempt, disgust.

That's how people looked at me, whispering that I was a "demon spawn," a "nasty fox," and a "dangerous jinchuuriki."

"What creatures!" I protested, releasing my chakra and drowning out this whisper, erasing the images. "You are the best demon! How dare they doubt you in the first place? You're strong, dangerous, and toothy! What's wrong with you? I should have thrown a bijuu bomb at them so they wouldn't dig in!"

"Ar?" the Kyubi's eyes widened. He somehow pulled himself together, as much as possible in his position, and grinned. "I... did that, and then... This summoning seal appeared there, and I jumped into it."

I burst out laughing, for some reason vividly imagining the elongated demonic faces when my fox cub fack... had tricked everyone. He punched me in the head and took off in English, the local way. I guess he picked up bad habits like "done first, thought later" and "wipe everyone's nose."

"Ahh-ha-ha," I couldn't stop the fit of neighing. "I hope they're all there, ah-ha-ha, fucked... Ha ha ha... up?"

"Otherwise!" The fox grinned.

"You, ah-ha-ha, well done, I'm proud of you", I drawled, wiping away my tears. "That's what they all need, so they don't ask questions."

"By the way, I wanted to do it right away, but we were interrupted." I built a cage back around him and removed the restraining torii. The fox sat down, stretching his neck with his paws and moving his tails with obvious pleasure.

"Does you that... Don't worry, Naruto, when we get home, it probably won't be long...."

"Is it like Myoboku?" I asked. "A day passed in Konoha, and there was a whole week?"

"Yes, but it feels even stronger here," the fox scratched himself. The farther the worlds are from each other, the greater the time difference. "It may take a couple of weeks for a minute to run out in our world."

"Wow," I was delighted. "Do you know how to get back?"

"No..." the fox chuckled.

I thought about it. This is not critical yet, which means that you can think about it later, besides, this problem can "resolve" by itself, but the conscripted animals returned to their world, and this did not always happen to them consciously. The technique was interrupted, the chakra was running out, we were injured, anyway ... a couple of weeks to explore this world, I'll help Harry if I can, and I'll definitely get home somehow.

"Okay, we'll think about it later, Qu...." I yawned widely, feeling tired. "I'm going to bed."

"Good night, Naruto," was the last thing I heard before falling into a dreamless darkness.

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"Naruto! Wake up!"