Harry Potter: Toji Potter

The wind howled over the land, whispering secrets of death and vengeance.

High above the forests that led to Konoha, two shadows darted across the treetops like phantoms, their movements silent yet filled with undeniable purpose.

Itachi Uchiha.

Kisame Hoshigaki.

They had just returned from a mission when the news reached Itachi.

Sasuke was dead.

It was a quiet moment, yet Kisame saw it—the slight stiffening of Itachi's posture, the subtle tremor in his fingers.

He said nothing at first. But when Itachi suddenly turned and vanished in a blur, Kisame let out a chuckle, hoisting Samehada over his shoulder as he followed.

"Heh. Guess we're going to war, huh?"

Meanwhile, deep within Konoha's training grounds, two warriors sat motionless—Naruto and Harry.

A deathly silence filled the air around them.

Not a single leaf stirred.

Even the wind dared not interrupt their meditation.

They weren't training their chakra anymore. They had reached a level where raw power no longer mattered. Now, it was about control—mental fortitude and precision.

Their Fuinjutsu studies had advanced to terrifying heights. The combined knowledge from Jiraiya's scrolls, Minato's notes, and even ancient Uzumaki texts allowed them to create seals of unimaginable power.

Naruto, in particular, had mastered Hiraishin to the point where it was no longer an awkward technique—it was instantaneous, flawless.

And Harry?

Harry's Gravity Training had reached an absurd milestone—Level 1000.

Naruto himself had progressed at a staggering rate, jumping from Level 15 to Level 350 in just a few months.

They were monsters.

But just as they sat there, wrapped in their own divine concentration—

A chilling presence washed over Konoha.

BOOM.

An explosion rocked the outer walls of Konoha.

The alarm bells screamed in panic, shinobi scrambling toward the disturbance.

And then—silence.

The dust settled, revealing two figures standing in the ruined gate.

Itachi Uchiha.

Kisame Hoshigaki.

The Konoha shinobi froze, their faces drained of color.

One ANBU immediately stepped forward, trying to act fearless. "Uchiha Itachi… you are a known traitor to this village. What is the meaning of this?"

Itachi's Sharingan spun.

The ANBU never even got to scream. His mind was shattered instantly, his body collapsing as if his soul had been ripped from his flesh.

Kisame grinned, baring his shark-like teeth.

"Man, Itachi, you really know how to make an entrance." He licked his lips, Samehada trembling in excitement. "So, what's the plan? Do we just kill 'em all, or do you wanna send a message first?"

Itachi spoke softly, his voice filled with cold, restrained fury.

"Burn it down."

Kisame laughed.

At the epicenter of the village, Naruto and Harry snapped their eyes open.

A massive disturbance in the chakra field—no, two disturbances.

Naruto gritted his teeth, his sensory abilities instantly confirming who it was.

"Itachi… and Kisame?"

Harry frowned.

"So he came after all."

They didn't waste time. In a flash, both vanished.

Itachi and Kisame stood in the center of the ruined street, Konoha shinobi laying defeated all around them.

Suddenly—

BOOM.

Naruto crashed into the battlefield, his golden eyes burning with fury.

Harry landed beside him, calm, composed, but with an aura that made even Kisame pause.

Itachi slowly turned to face them.

Naruto cracked his knuckles.

"You're gonna regret coming here, Itachi."

Itachi's red Sharingan eyes met Naruto's, but the blond didn't falter.

Instead—Naruto smirked.

"Don't bother with that Genjutsu bullshit. I've outgrown it."

Kisame let out a low whistle.

"Heh. This might actually be fun."

Harry exhaled softly, his dark robes fluttering as he slowly raised his hand.

"Itachi, I'll give you one chance. Leave."

Itachi stared at Harry, his Rinnegan-like gaze cutting through the tension like a blade.

And then—

He vanished.

Naruto and Harry followed.