Favorites. Prequel. Part 1. chapter 2

"So you moved me here somehow?" Following Harry Potter, I asked.

The room with candles turned out to be a basement, from which we climbed into a large but gloomy house. Gray light shone through the windows, which were covered with thick curtains. It smelled of dust and cobwebs. I hope it's early in the morning in the local world, otherwise I don't really want it to always be like this. The furniture was covered with gray rags. Harry sat down in an armchair, gesturing towards the sofa.

"Do you understand, Naruto... I'm a magician."

"Yes, you did, but I didn't understand the meaning of that word," I confessed. "Who are wizards?"

"These are people who can create magic.... Heck! I can't use my wand for the rest of the summer," he looked at me guiltily. "Kreacher!" Harry suddenly said loudly, and with a light pop, a half-naked, thin, bald mutant of very repulsive appearance appeared in front of us.

Big ears that practically hang on his shoulders, narrow eyes, a healthy hooked nose pressed into his face, as if he had been hit there with a brick. I've seen a lot of things in my life. I've been swallowed by everyone... I'm not squeamish at all. But this strange wrinkled, skinny dwarf caused a strange feeling of disgust until I looked into his eyes. Whoever he is, he's an old man, and old age must be respected, otherwise I knew a grandfather.... And despite his plain appearance, there was some hidden power in him. A summoning animal of a species unknown to me? Or not an animal?

"What does Master Harry want?" The creature screeched, not taking its eyes off me.

"Kreacher, bring us some food," Squinting at me, he muttered "master Harry," and the strange dwarf disappeared.

"Was that your magic?" I asked sourly.

Something is somehow not impressive, except for the phrase about food.

"And... weren't you afraid of him?.." this skinny wizard drawled in perplexity. "The first time I saw a house elf, I almost peed myself. And the way they appear and disappear. Weren't you impressed by that? However, it's strange that he didn't name you in any way, because he usually grumbles and calls everyone names. Only he started calling me "master Harry" after Sirius's death," he frowned.

Kreacher appeared in the same place. He was holding a tray with boxes on it, but I noticed the chopsticks right away.

"Chinese food?" Harry asked in surprise. "Although," he looked at me. "It's quite logical."

The boxes contained noodles with spices and meat. It's okay, you can eat. And from the surprised look of this wizard and the way everything was falling out of his hands, I realized that this was almost the first time he had eaten with chopsticks. It seems that this Kreacher decided to please me, not his master.

"Magic is the appearance of something out of nothing", Harry explained as we ate. "I have a magic wand that helps me do magic. Well... I'm still learning how to do it. There are different kinds of magic. Combat magic, protection from dark forces... There is transfiguration, which is when a table turns, for example, into a pig. There is coldomedicine... There are charms when, say, under their influence, a person falls asleep, or gets pimples, or laughs, or experiences pain and dies..." he became sad.

"So it's all about the wand?" I asked. "And without a wand, wizards can't use this very magic?"

"Well, yes, the wand is a converter of our magic", He scratched Harry's cheek. "One of the most effective ways to protect yourself is to knock the wand out of your hands with a spell. But there are also all kinds of potions that can work in any way. They can make you fall in love with someone, they can poison you, they can turn you into another person. And some adult wizards are capable of wandless magic... ah! Hermie said there was also mental magic. When they can read your thoughts or influence them," He rubbed the scar on his forehead.

"I see," I sighed. It seems that this world has its own ninjutsu, iryojutsu and genjutsu. He didn't say much about taijutsu or fuinjutsu.

"Is there magic in your world too?" Harry was surprised. "You're very calm. Have you been to other worlds before?"

"Well..." I scratched the back of my head. "If the world of talking toads counts, then yes, I have."

"The world of talking toads?" Harry's eyes, which turned out to be almost as green as Sakura's, doubled in size.

"Yeah... but you'd better tell me everything about your godfather who disappeared. So, the situation in the world, so that I can figure out how to help you."

"How old are you, Naruto?" Harry asked quietly.

"Turned sixteen recently."

"And I'll be sixteen in a month", He thought about it. "I'm an orphan. I lived in a closet under the stairs with my relatives until I was eleven, and when I was eleven I received a letter from Hogwarts saying that I was a wizard.... And then it turned out that I was famous, when I was just born, we had an Evil Wizard here, the Dark Lord, and people are still afraid to say his name out loud. He heard some kind of prophecy about me that I would kill him, and decided to kill me sooner." Harry rubbed his scar again.

"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?