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Chilling violets	By : Flare Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 2434 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chilling violets

Summary-After a huge betrayal by those he trusted and finding himself thrown in to a whole world with a couple of serious changes how will Harry deal with the existence of ninja; especially after some complications occur because of the betrayal he suffered.

*I do own Naruto or Harry Potter nor do I make any profit off of either of them**

**should I have a pairing later on...should it be Het or slash. If so who with who?**

CHAPTER ONE

Snarling in rage Harry quickly tore his sword out of the, now, dead body of the deatheater; in front of him. Before bringing the sword around and using it to decapitate the person trying to sneak up behind him; wand raised to curse his back. While doing this, Harry sent a rapid fire of curses at the deatheaters trying corner him in from all sides; killing or badly injuring all of them without even looking or breaking a sweat.

The final battle of the wizarding world had finally started and after all of the training he had been put through Harry was ready to finish it; he was ready to completely destroy Voldemort. Harry continued tearing his was through the deatheaters; not pausing a second as he continued to destroy everything in his path.

Determined to make sure nothing stood in his way to his path towards Voldemort; even if it meant killing every single deatheaters that dared try. Not to say that Harry enjoyed killing, because he honestly didn't. However, if had to he wouldn't hesitate in killing someone on the opposite side; especially if hesitating meant that someone he cared about would die instead.

After what felt like hours of fighting a panting, nearly drained and completely sore Harry soon found a path clearing for him; toward the center of the battlefield. Where he could see Voldemort clearly waiting for him; a smirk firmly placed on his snake-like face.

Feeling cautious, knowing that it was a trap of some sort, Harry keep both his sword and wand in hand before slowly and carefully gliding towards Voldemort; ready to start the fight that would decided the end of the war.

Once Harry reached Voldemort his thoughts about it being a trap was proven one hundred percent correct. For no sooner had Harry stepped in front of Voldemort then did a large black shield snap up around both him and Voldemort. Once the shield appeared, Voldemort let loose a hair raise laugh before hissing out to Harry.

"Potter it time that I eliminated a certain thorn that has been in my side for far, far too long. It time I showed you the true might of the dark lord; the true power I hold within my grasp. Power your puny mind can not comprehend. And before you go thinking that your pathetic friends can save you or that, your twice damn luck will be getting you out of this. Think again. The barrier that appeared when you, so foolishly, walked in here stops anyone from getting in and everyone else from getting out and leaving. That means both your friends can't come storming in here to save you from me nor can you can't escape from your rightful punishment." Harry at hearing this gave a small smirk to the snake like man; he wasn't planning on running. Plus he saw a rather large flaw in Voldemort's plan, one that he'd gladly take advantage of, and he told Voldemort this in a rather mockingly bored tone.

"OH but Tommy boy you do know that that also means none of you're deathmunchers can come in here to help you out don't you? Nor can you 'tactfully retreat', right? Oh, as for tricking me, I walked up here knowing that it was a trap; you are sadly predictable that way." What he was saying, the way he looked while he was saying it and his tone seemed to enrage the already mad (both enraged and insane)dark lord even further for it was in a high pitched infuriated shriek that Voldemort answered Harry.

"You insolent boy! I have no reason to flee from a pathetic wizard such as you and I will not need my followers to deal with someone as harmless and weak as you! Don't think otherwise Potter! Now prepare to die you brat!" At hearing this Harry just gave a smirk to the dark lord; baiting him even further. Hoping that he could make Voldemort angry enough to attack him without thinking; hoping that he could wear the dark lord down a little bit. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, that is exactly what Voldemort did when in an enraged icy tone Voldemort spat out.

"Crucio!" Hearing this Harry quickly leaped out of the way of the spell and just as quickly returned fire; all the while a small smile of excitement making its way on his face as he did so.

Harry retaliated against the torture spell that Voldemort sent at him by letting a rapid fire of hexes and curses go; all of which would have severely maimed, killed or humiliated Voldemort in some way, shape, or form. That is if they had hit him; which none of them had been able to. Because, unfortunately, Voldemort was able to dodge all the spells Harry had cast; even if it was just barely. This caused the duel between the two were having continued on; getting more and more violent as time went on.

Lights flew from both Harry's and Voldemort's wands as both sides continued to fight. As curse after curse flew by each barely missed it mark or being blocked in some way. As each spell got darker and more sadistic as time went. As everyone around them stopped their fighting and watched one of the most powerful duels ever fought; a duel that was obviously one to the death.

As their fight went on both of them proved themselves to be incredible stubborn. Both were covered in numerous small cuts; Harry had a particularly bad on near his left eye while Voldemort had a very bad burn on the side of his throat. Both of them were covered in bruises, as well as burns and both of them and panting heavily.

Yet neither one of them was going to giving up, or giving in to the other; both not going to let anything stop them from ending the life of the other. Even if it killed them to do so; or at least it was that way on Harry side. Voldemort on the other hand was to proud to stop fighting and he didn't belief the boy in front of him had the skills or power necessary to kill him; despite the fact he had nearly done so a dozen time before.

Both sides were giving their all and more into the fight they were currently in. Harry with his superior speed, flexibility, creativity, and just pure power was doing everything he could do and using every ounce of strength that he had defeat Voldemort.

However, the same could be said about Voldemort. Who was using all of his cunningness, his cruelty, his knowledge and his pure control over his magic to the best of his ability. This seemed to make the two fighting to be entirely equal, neither seemed to be able to get an upper hand in their duel.

Added that with the fact that both were on their last legs in this fight, Harry more than Voldemort, seeing as Harry was completely fresh before the fight had started; while Harry had been fighting for a while before he had actually started to fight Voldemort. Made it seem like this fight would never end; or that it would only end with both of the fighters fell in exhaustion.

That is until Harry decide to drop the cuffs he was wearing. Cuffs that were a pair of thin silver bands that had several runes carved in them. The silver cuff them self where not that important but the runes on them were.

You see almost a year ago Harry had found some runes, the runes on his cuff in fact, in an ancient book. A book that just so happened to came from his family vaults. Runes that when used correctly made his magic constantly fight itself, thus making it stronger; when said Runes were removed. This wasn't the only thing the runes did though they, when combined with another much more simple rune, also acted like weights. Making them a perfect way to train himself in secret. Now it was time for Harry to revel the full effects of his training; even if no one knew about said training.

Hoping that they helped as much as he thought they would of when he first put them on Harry quickly realized the runes off of the band; he the just as quick brought out his blade. Then using the new burst of magic that the bands had given him super heated the blade and began to use it like a wand; as well as a sword.

Harry started swing said blade in an elegantly pattern, in an almost hypnotizing dance like motion, as he both curse and cut at Voldemort; doing both at surprise speeds and simultaneously. As he did this Harry was able to surprise the dark lord bad enough that he was able to successfully cut off both of his arms; permanently.

Voldemort both feeling and seeing this, he actually saw it before he felt it due to the cauterizing effect the blade had, tried to run away from Harry's attack. Only to find that his own barrier, the one he had been so proud of, was stopping him from doing so.

Harry seeing this let a small smirk once more settle on his lips as he quickly ran up to Voldemort. Then he looked him straight in the eye as he quickly brought both his wand, which he had once more brought out, and sword up and cut off Voldemort's head; before Voldemort even realized that he was really there. After he did this, Harry began burning every last part of Voldemort's body that he could find; to ensure that the dark lord was never able to come back.

Once this was done the black barrier, that had been keeping them both in and others out, fell. Because of this Harry was treated to the sight of every deatheater, that had been surrounding and beating on the barrier when it became obvious their lord wasn't winning, being blown back and knocked out; which to the exhausted Harry was both a hilarious and welcoming sight.

Knowing that with Voldemort dead, and having the majority of his deatheaters knocked out, that the war was pretty much over Harry turned with a smile at where he felt his friends and mentor standing. Only for the smile to quickly fall from his face, and be replaced by a confused almost panicky frown, when he noticed that his friends had their wands still drawn; and to make matters worse of all had them pointed at him. Realizing what was going on, but hoping to Merlin he was wrong, Harry licked his lips slightly before in a shaky, uneasy tone asked; trying to make a joke of it as he spoke to his friends.

"Hey guys what's going on the fighting is over. Look at all the deatheaters they're all taking a dirt nap. So why do you have you wands out...and why at me? I mean what have I done to deserve that?" However, apparently, his so-called friends would have none of it, for it was Ron; the man Harry once called a brother who spat out.

"Shut it Potter you know exactly what's going on. So don't act as if you don't. You knew that you were getting too powerful and too independent. You knew that no one would want you like that but still you did it. You knew you were just a weapon to be used but for some reason you seemed to think you were more than that. Well let me tell you right now that you're not. So just shut up and take your punishment like a good little boy; like a good little weapon." This, to Harry, felt like a dagger to the heart. A dagger that was dug even deeper then twisted when Hermione decided to speak up as well.

"Potter, while I don't exactly agree with what Ron has said, I do agree with what we are doing. Dumbledore says, that by doing this we will stop you from going dark; from becoming worse the You-know-who ever was. That if we do this it will safe all the lives you will take when you decide to get you unjust revenge. So please, for the little bit of love you still hold for us… for others, please just put down your wand. I don't want to have to hurt you, I just want to stop you, but if I have to I will." Hearing this Harry couldn't, and didn't want to, stop the snort that came from his mouth as he realized Hermione still practically worshiped Dumbledore; even as he held back the tears that were about to fall from his eyes. He then turned to listen to the last man that had his wand pointed at him, the man Harry thought of as a grandfather and a mentor; the oh so great Albus Dumbledore.

"My boy it is for the greater good. You know this and perhaps it you were w bit older and more mature you would understand it. We just can't have you going dark. One dark lord was bad enough the wizarding world can't suffer under another one; it wouldn't survive. Because of this, we have to great rid of the threat before it actually becomes a threat. I am sure if you had the chance to think about it you would too agree my boy." This was all said with an annoying all knowing smirk and a twinkle in his eye.

Harry after hearing everything that had been said could no longer stop the tears that fell from his eyes nor could he stop the rage that began to boil with in him. How dare they think he would go dark; especially after everything he had done for them. This was the thought that echoed in Harry's mind as he raised his wand; he wasn't planning on going down without a hell of a fight.

But apparently, Harry was a bit too slow, or the fight with Voldemort had tired him out more than he had thought. For the next thing Harry knew, was that there was three different curses heading towards him; all of which was designed to kill him in some shape or form.

Panicking Harry desperately called on his remaining magic. Hoping that it could save him in some way; or at least help him get out of the path of the oncoming spells. Only to stare in horror as his magic did something it had never done before; and something Harry could honestly say he hoped it never did again. It reached out and seemed to grab the spells heading towards him before blending into them; making it look like a wave of magic was heading towards him instead of only three spells.

Once the wave of magic reached Harry it began to circle around him. Before slowly beginning to be absorbed back into him; much to Harry's terror.

Agony tore through Harry's body as the magic from the spells that had been thrown at him and the magic he had called up began to fight with hiss natural body's magic. Before reluctantly combining with it; causing his body to twist and turn in unnatural angles as it did so.

The torture continued and got even worse as Harry was slowly pulled away from the battlefield by the portal that suddenly appeared behind him. A portal that was caused from the backlash of all the magic in the air.

And as he was pulled into the portal the last thing Harry saw of his home being the smug but angry looks of the backstabbers he once called friends and family.

Then the next thing Harry knew was that he was high in the air and falling at a quick pace.
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