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Something Lost. Something Found	By : Sneffita Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 2372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter or Naruto; all rights go to J. K. Rowling and Masashi Kishimoto. I make no money for this piece of fictional writing and never will.

Chapter List
- 1-Enlightenment
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[[A.N]] Takes place after the end of Harry’s 5^th year. Harry will be very out of character. It won’t follow the story line completely. It has Dumbledore and other characters bashing.
There will be lemons, so if you don’t like it and want to skip it, it will be marked this way: [Start of Lemons] and [End of Lemons].
This is my first Harry Potter AND Lemons Fic, so I hope you have pity on me and won’t be too mean if it’s not that good. Of course I want to know your opinions, so please leave review, but let it be a constructive one.
English is not my first language so there may be some mistakes along the way, either let me know if you see it or just ignore it please.

Prologue – Enlightenment
July 6th
The night was calm. The only sound you could hear at the street of Privet Drive was the soft summer breeze and the nocturnal animals. Everyone was asleep but one person in the house with the number 4. In the smallest bedroom you could see the silhouette of a boy in the dim light, sitting on his bed, surrounded by parchments and writing furiously on another piece with a quill.
He was small and skinny for his age, due to years of malnourishment and abuse, but there was a beauty to him that couldn’t be found in many people. He was lean but with slightly defined muscles, small but elegant long-fingered hands, black messy hair, oval face with high cheekbones, full red lips and the most vivid emerald eyes you would ever find.
Normally those eyes would be shining with curiosity and even a little amount of happiness, but now all you could see in them was sorrow, pain, fury and betrayal. All of these emotions Harry Potter had experienced at some point in his life, but never like this, never to this magnitude.
The more he wrote the more his furry and felling of betrayal rose. Much like the things in his Headmaster’s office did, the ones in his room started vibrating. But before anything exploded like that time, he noticed that it was happening when his bed started to shake. He stopped writing and started taking deep breaths and meditating to calm down and control his emotions.
It wasn’t the first time it happened after he arrived back to number 4 and it probably wouldn’t be the last. But since he started practicing meditation he noticed that it was starting to help with containing his emotions. This was good, because the only way for his magic not to get out of his control was to keep his emotions in check.
He had only started meditating in preparation for building his Occlumency shields to keep Voldemort out of his head after deciding to take matters into his own hands because of the DOM debacle. He had set out to find a book about the mind arts in the Restricted Section of the library before leaving school, and discovering what exactly he was supposed to do beside “Clear his mind”.
That it had ended up helping with his haywire magic was a bonus that he couldn’t be more grateful for. And he so needed a way to control the rollercoaster of emotions that he had felt for the last couple of weeks.
In the parchments that were on his bed you can see the events that took place from the time he lived with the Dursley’s, his supposed family, to every year that he has been at Hogwarts. It had everything, from everyone that he knows to every memorable event that took place in his 15, soon to be, 16 years of life. He had been writing everything he found important since he returned “Home” one week ago, and with each passing day his sorrow and the felling of betrayal kept growing.
Everything in his life had been a lie, everything had been a manipulation. Being left with his aunts family, the first person he meet, the first friend he made, the house he chose to be in at school, who he meet, when he meet them, how he was supposed to feel about them, every danger he had been in, what he was supposed to learn, how he was supposed to behave, the way he saw the wizarding world. Everything had been conditioned into him by one person.
That person was someone that was supposed to be a role model, a leader; a teacher that should guide them to be the best that they could. Someone that he had considered the grandfather he never had. Albus Dumbledore, his Headmaster, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards. But instead of doing all that, he had been raising him to be the perfect Weapon, the perfect Icon of the Light, and to finally one day be the perfect Martyr.
And now, the only thing that was actually real in his life, the only person that for once wanted him for being just Harry was dead. He had wanted him not because he was the boy-who-lived, not because he was the weapon against Voldemort. Sirius was dead, again in great part because of Albus bloody Dumbledore.
If he had been told more, if he had been informed of why he had to learn Occlumency from Snape, if he had learned it from someone else, that would have actually put some effort into teaching it and not just into mind raping him and making him suffer, if he had known about the fucking prophecy, if he had been trained from the beginning for what was expected from him, if’s…if’s…if’s.
They kept repeating themselves in his mind, and even though he knew he couldn’t change it, his heart still squeezed painfully and broke a little more each time he remembered Sirius falling through the Veil with a mischievous smile on his face.
Sirius, his godfather and the one that would soon have been the father he never had, was gone. After spending thirteen years of his life with nothing but suffering because of being sentenced for a crime he didn’t commit. And then after that having to live on the run and hiding for two more years, he was dead. Without ever having lived, without having been happy and free for so long, he was gone.
And even though he wanted to blame it all on Dumbledore he couldn’t, because it was his fault too. Because he didn’t think, he didn’t stop and evaluate the situation from all perspectives like he used to do before he started going to Hogwarts, because he was ashamed of his Slytherin side and suppressed it for so long, even though it was what had saved him until he was 11.
It had been what saved him from the many times his cousin and his gang decided to play “Harry Hunting”. It had been what saved him from starvation because he learned to shut his mouth and work fast from an earlier age and sneak food behind his aunts back. It was what saved him from many beatings for being more intelligent than his cousin, which made him do worst on his school tests on purpose to pacify his uncle and aunt.
He still listened to some of it when he was at Hogwarts. Like when he downplayed his intelligence, making sure he did worst on his tests than Hermione in every class besides DADA, and guaranteeing no one knew he learned many things besides what he did in class by studying them after curfew and often sneaking into the Restricted Section of the library and reading books under his invisibility cloak. He made sure to be baited by Malfoy every time he tried to get into a fight with him. He pretended to only want to have fun and like an easy school life just as Ron did.
And now he was happy he decided to behave like that, for who knew what Dumbledore would have done if he found out how different he actually was from how he acted. But even though he did all this so that he wouldn’t lose the first friends he ever had, and so he wouldn’t feel so alone and unloved again, he still felt like he lost it all in the end.
At some point during all this, he had started to bury his Slytherin side and really started to think like the impulsive Gryffindor everyone wanted him to be. He started being pushed around and going with the flow without giving it a second though like they expected him to. And because of that he had lost Sirius. Because of that he had been blind to the Headmasters manipulations. And he could blame no one but himself for that.
He now knew he had no one but himself to count on, and that was what he was going to do. He was going to dig out his Slytherin side again and throw out his Gryffindor side, and he would get revenge on everyone that had made his life the way it was.
But first he had to make sure of who it was that he had to get revenge on, and who had been manipulated just like him, and that even If they had been, if they could be counted on or would just turn on him. Because he wouldn’t let the Headmaster keep doing this, he wouldn’t let him play with people’s life’s as if they were pieces in a chess game.
In the end the only difference between Dumbledore and Voldemort was the lack of Muggle killings on his part. He still ruined peoples life’s, he still thought himself above them, and felt like they should be happy to die for his great vision, for his continued place in the limelight, for his notion of the “Greater Good”.
And it wasn’t just Voldemort and Dumbledore that were a problem for the wizarding world. The Ministry of Magic was one to. It was full of corruption, with people only interested in what they could get for doing the job they should be willingly and happily doing, and even then, if you have enough money, they won’t even care if they agree with it or not; or even if it will destroy other peoples lives.
The Wizengamot was no different. While it should be passing laws to protect and give a better way of life to everyone, and also give fair trials to criminals. But in truth it was also full of people trying to further their own agenda. You only had to look at Sirius that didn’t receive a trial, and Lucius Malfoy that even though he had been caught in the debacle that happened at DOM was kept free by bribing some people.
But the worst of all weren’t them. It wasn’t Dumbledore, or Voldemort, or the Ministry, or even the Wizengamot. No, it was the people of wizarding Britain.
They were the ones that allowed these situations to happen. They were the ones that would always hide every time Voldemort and his Death Eaters attacked instead of fighting back, even though each person carried with them a weapon everywhere, and outnumbered them by so much if they worked together. They were the ones that allowed other races to be discriminated against and treated like animals just because they were considered Dark.
And then because of that, those races, those PEOPLE had so many restrictions placed on their lives that they couldn’t even make a living. They were constantly looked at in fear and hatred; and sooner or later most of them ended up being swayed by Voldemort into joining him. Because no one else even thinks that fighting for their rights is worth it. Not that Voldemort was any different. But even though they knew that he was only using them, there was no other choice. They were tired of the discrimination that had been happening for so long that they had no hope left, and turned to the only person that offered to make it better.
All this because people didn’t understand, didn’t see that there wasn’t only Light and Dark. That Dark didn’t necessarily mean Evil. That it was all about intent, that it didn’t matter what kind of magic you used, it was all about the intention you used it with. That just because a creature is considered Dark, like a werewolf for example, that it didn’t mean they were Evil, or any more dangerous than any other wizard besides on the days of new moon, and that if precautions were taken, that not even then, that they were just like anyone else.
The truth was that they had been so brainwashed since Dumbledore became Headmaster and head of the Wizengamot that it wasn’t even their fault. Generation after generation, learning only what he wanted, learning to consider anything that was even a little Dark and that wasn’t considered Light as being Evil. And then having that notion reinforced by having laws forbidding the use and learning of so many types of magic that had been used since ancient times. Magic that was now considered Dark because someone put it in their heads that it was so.
And that was one of the reasons that the Purebloods joined Voldemort and resented muggleborns. They were the ones that were suffering and losing the ways of their ancestors. The ones that couldn’t use their family’s magic freely and without being afraid of being thrown into Azkaban. Not to say that it gave them the right to torture and kill, but it was the initial reason, and what Voldemort used from the beginning to get them on his side.
It was also because of Dumbledore always trying to open the wizarding world to the Muggles, with his thinking that both should live together. He did so by bringing the Muggle celebrations and ways of life into the wizarding world, and discarding their own.
The fact that their children’s education suffered with the lack of knowledge from the muggleborns, because they spent their first year learning things that the Purebloods and Half-Bloods had learned since they were small children was another reason.
And finally, Dumbledore’s clear favoritism of the Gryffindor house and muggleborns, and his subtle encouragement of the biased idea that everyone that was in Slytherin was evil. Always making sure the rivalry between those two houses grew by putting them together in the same classes, and turning a blind eye to most of the things the Gryffindor’s did.
This created years of hate and certain stereotypes being associated with each house, creating a division in the wizarding world, which in turn created even more discrimination, forming a never ending cycle of hate and separation of the wizarding people.
Harry understood how they had become like that, how they were so blind to the manipulations that happened in their daily lives. But he just couldn’t understand how he had allowed himself to become one of them.
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