Harry Potter: Toji Potter

Darkness.

Naruto floated in an abyss of shadows, his body weightless, his mind clouded.

Then, the images came.

War.

Blood.

Screams.

Flashes of men and women slaughtering each other, villages burning, children crying out for their parents, only to be silenced by cold steel.

"This… is the world you so desperately cling to."

A deep, commanding voice echoed around him.

The images shifted, showing leaders—kings, lords, Kage—all making empty promises.

"No matter the era, the cycle continues. Hate breeds hate, suffering begets suffering."

Naruto gritted his teeth, sweat rolling down his face.

"Your parents died because of this world. Your master Jiraiya died because of this world. Your comrades will one day die because of this world."

Suddenly, Naruto saw Hinata, Sakura, Kakashi, Shikamaru… all lying dead.

Their lifeless eyes staring into nothing.

His breath hitched.

"Do you understand now, Naruto? The world cannot be saved… only controlled."

The voice belonged to Madara Uchiha.

He stepped forward from the shadows, his piercing red Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan glowing in the darkness.

"The only way to end this suffering is through the Moon's Eye Plan."

Naruto panted, his mind on the verge of breaking.

His heart told him this was wrong, but—

Could he really deny the truth in what he saw?

This world was full of suffering.

Full of pain.

"No," Naruto thought. "No… NO!"

He clutched his head, struggling against the Genjutsu, but the illusions continued to play, wrapping around him like a suffocating fog.

Then, a memory resurfaced.

Harry:"Naruto, if you ever find yourself stuck in a situation you can't escape, don't panic. Go along with it. Keep your mind sharp. Learn what you can, and wait for your moment."

"But whatever you do—don't fall for their manipulation."

Naruto's breathing slowed.

He relaxed his body, his panic fading.

Madara narrowed his eyes. "Hoh?"

Naruto slowly looked up, his blue eyes now burning red with three tomoe spinning wildly.

Then—

His Sharingan evolved.

Black-and-red patterns twisted together in his irises, forming a Mangekyō Sharingan.

A deep chill ran through Naruto's body.

For the first time in his life—

His mind and body were in complete balance.

His chakra felt alive, surging through him like an endless current.

His heartbeat thundered in his ears.

This… this is power.

A strange euphoria overtook him, and for the first time, he could feel everything in absolute clarity.

Madara smirked.

"Excellent…"

Thus, Naruto's true training began.

For two years, Naruto trained under Madara.

He mastered his chakra.

He mastered the use of the Nine-Tails Chakra cloak.

He learned Senjutsu.

Every elemental manipulation, every forbidden technique, and even the arts of deception and warfare—Naruto absorbed it all.

His physical prowess became monstrous, his speed blinding, his chakra control unrivaled.

By the end of it—

Naruto Uzumaki was no longer a boy.

He was a warrior, a force of nature, a nightmare to his enemies.

But all the while—he never truly gave in.

He played along.

Waiting.

Watching.

Until one day—his opportunity arrived.

One night, Naruto sat in meditation, feeling the immense power flowing through him.

Then, he felt it—

A shift in the air.

A familiar presence.

He opened his eyes—

And standing before him, arms crossed, was Harry Potter.

"Yo, brat," Harry said casually.

Naruto grinned. "Took you long enough."

Madara appeared in an instant, his expression dark.

"Who are you?"

Harry smirked. "Just a guy who's about to ruin your plans."

Madara scoffed. "You think you can defeat me, child?"

Harry cracked his knuckles.

"You're already dead, old man."

Then—he moved.

Faster than even Madara could react, Harry grabbed his soul and ripped it from his body.

Madara's eyes widened in horror.

"IMPOSSIBLE—!!"

Harry grinned as he sealed Madara's soul inside himself, right in his stomach.

Like a good Shinigami.

Naruto blinked. "...Damn."

Madara's lifeless body collapsed.

Just like that—he was gone.

Harry and Naruto returned to Konoha.

The moment they stepped foot inside the village, Tsunade, Jiraiya, and Kakashi were immediately summoned.

Naruto stood before them, his expression serious.

"Madara kidnapped me, but now he's dead," he said plainly.

Silence.

Then—chaos.

"WHAT?!" Tsunade slammed her fist on the table.

Jiraiya stared in disbelief. "Naruto… what happened to you?"

Naruto sighed and told them everything—

Madara's plan. His DNA. His new abilities.

And the truth behind the Moon's Eye Plan.

Tsunade felt a headache coming on.

"You're telling me," she said, rubbing her temples, "that you've been infused with Hashirama's and Madara's DNA… AND you've mastered Sage Mode and the Mangekyō Sharingan?!"

Naruto nodded.

Kakashi… felt faint.

"Sensei… I hope you're watching from the afterlife," Kakashi muttered.

Jiraiya let out a long breath.

"Well then," he said with a grin. "Guess it's time for more training."

Naruto's eyes brightened.

"You mean—?"

Jiraiya clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"A year of training with the Toad Sage himself."

Naruto grinned wildly.

Harry stretched. "I'm coming too."

Tsunade sighed. "Fine. But don't destroy any villages."

Naruto laughed.

"I make no promises."

Thus, Naruto left Konoha once more, but this time—

He wasn't a naive child.

He wasn't chasing after Sasuke.

He wasn't unsure of himself.

He knew who he was, or at least he thought he did.

And he was stronger than ever.

The world was about to meet a new legend.

A warrior forged in darkness.

A hero reborn in fire.

To Be Continued…