Favorites. Prequel

"This is the work of a young mangaka, Masashi Kishimoto," the salesman said. "The manga won the Promising Authors Award. He's a very talented young man, and he's good at the fight scenes."

Thanking the seller, I bought this comic and a few more that were about martial arts.

A week later, after I had studied all the "young and promising" authors, I asked my Japanese colleagues to find this Masashi Kishimoto for me.

I used almost the same method as my friend, but after forcing the Japanese to drink the necessary potions, I plunged him into a pool of memory, into which I prepared pieces of the clone's memories in advance. Everything that could be shown. I don't like it when people pry into my personal life, so a lot, a lot has remained "behind the scenes." And when he was little... It was too personal. So for the most part, it was the life of a military boy in a military village. All before his training sessions on Turtle Island.

The results eventually exceeded my expectations, and this manga was adapted into cartoons.

"I wonder what really happened there?" Sirius muttered.

"Yes, I'd like to know that too," I smiled. "But I'm sure someone like Naruto will definitely achieve everything he wants."

"Speaking of which," Sirius smiled. "I recently reread all the Harry Potter books and still didn't understand why you were paired with Ginny Weasley in them, and even a blood traitor?

" Well, it's an author's fiction, I think," I shrugged my shoulders. "Ginny, by the way, still can't forgive me for not choosing her, as in the book. But, by Merlin, I don't remember giving her any reason to hope for anything.

"I also noticed that it says so in the books," he thought. "It's like the author doesn't understand many things in the magical world, but she uses them in character conversations or mentions them, but... it's like someone dictated it to her," Sirius said carefully, looking at her intently.

"Okay, I admit it was me. Satisfied?" I raised my hands in the air. This question has sometimes been raised and still agitates many minds of the magical community, despite the fact that more than fifteen years have passed. But everyone understood that the source of the information was the "inner circle of the hero," many thought of Neville, so direct accusations should not have been made. It seems that Joanna was secretly tested for her divination ability, but of course, nothing was found.

"But how? When?!" Sirius sat down in the next chair.

"Do you remember the book about the half-blood Prince?"

He nodded in response.

"The only book where nothing is said about how I spent the summer. It was after your "death". Everyone abandoned me. I was desperate... Yes, I was hysterical and upset about a lot of things in Dumbledore's office when you fell through the Archway. And in the next book, I "got smart," I chuckled. "Can you imagine, Sirius, I was so angry and upset that, like a jerk, I summoned a demon to get you out of the Arch.

"what? A demon?" Sirius's eyes widened. "But you could..."

"yes. Now I know," I grinned, interrupting my godfather's panic. "I was lucky that something went wrong and instead of a demon, Naruto got into our world. He's not really a demon after all, but a jinchuuriki. I can't imagine what would happen to me if I saw what was hiding inside him all the time....

"Well, yes," Sirius chuckled.

"In the summer of '96, we tried to get you out of the Arch, and as you know, he sent his clone after you. And Naruto and I, after what we thought was an unsuccessful attempt, decided to have some fun and went to Edinburgh, where we met this very J.K. Rowling. However, then her name was Joanna. It turned out that Naruto showed me his chakra, that rasengan ball, and Rowling's daughter saw us, she decided that Naruto was Harry Potter because he was a wizard.

"Yeah, it's funny," Sirius chuckled. "But wait, how did they even know about Harry Potter?"

" Oh, I think we should thank some gossips for that, who gossip too much at train stations while waiting for the train.... Joanna heard the story about me, thought of a lot, wrote her own and tried to publish it. We were lucky to run into her like that and prevent another Rita Skeeter with speculation and a nimble pen. Even if the end of the story turned out to be quite peculiar... And a lot has been added... Including my unexpected "wife and kids.""

"That's reasonable," Sirius drawled after a moment's thought. "But in 'ninety-six..."

"I told her the story of the boy who survived and made it to the fourth year," I explained.

"But they started publishing the book," my godfather nodded understandingly. "The Harry Potter story has become popular..."

"It's good that it happened after Voldemort was defeated. Otherwise, I think things could have gone according to a different scenario....

"I remember that this writer had a long creative crisis after she wrote her fourth book. So it was related to the fact that she had written everything she knew in these books?

"Yes..." I nodded. "The Magical Society was also disappointed by the expectation of a "sequel." But for me, this sequel, where you die, and all this filth in general: the Ministry, Umbridge, the accusations and ridicule in the newspapers, was an ordeal. But Naruto helped me again," I smiled. "Then, in two thousand two, the film adaptation of his story began, and I found the strength to go to Joanna and tell the final part of my story.

"Thanks for telling me," Sirius smiled.

"Well, now..." I shrugged my shoulders. "So many years have passed, you can no longer hide the truth."

"I think Naruto will be fine."...

"Yes..."

"Hey, Harry, isn't that why you prefer blondes with blue eyes?"

"Sirius, dattebae!"!!

"Ah-ha-ha! The prank was a success!"