Harry Potter: Toji Potter

The gates of Konoha stood firm, untouched by the impending storm that approached with murderous intent.

Itachi Uchiha and Kisame Hoshigaki—two of the most notorious criminals in the shinobi world—had finally arrived, their presence imposing, their auras screaming bloodlust.

But standing in their way, waiting calmly at the center of the village, were two figures.

Naruto Uzumaki.

Harry Potter.

The air between them crackled, charged with raw power.

"You're a bit late, Uchiha," Harry spoke first, his golden Rinne-Sharingan eyes glowing beneath the night sky. "We were wondering when you'd come."

Itachi's gaze was cold, emotionless, but behind those dark orbs, fury burned like an unstoppable inferno. "Sasuke… was my only family left. And you took him from me."

Harry's eyes didn't waver.

"Your brother sealed his own fate the moment he abandoned his home and attacked his comrades," Harry replied evenly. "You should have known it would end this way."

Itachi did not respond—he simply vanished.

A black blur, faster than any normal shinobi could react to.

But Harry was not normal.

In the fraction of a second that Itachi's kunai sliced through the air toward his neck, Harry's hand rose, a Truth-Seeking Orb forming in his palm, instantly reshaping into a long black staff.

CLANG!

The impact rattled the air, sending a shockwave across the battlefield as their weapons clashed.

Itachi's Sharingan spun wildly, his illusionary powers attempting to grab hold of Harry's mind, but—nothing.

Harry smirked. "Genjutsu won't work on me, Itachi."

Before the Uchiha could blink, Harry was gone.

Itachi's instincts flared—he twisted, barely dodging as the black Truth-Seeking staff carved through the space where his hands had been.

Except—

His arms didn't move.

A moment later, pain exploded through his body as his hands were severed cleanly at the wrists, blood spraying across the ground.

For the first time in years, Itachi Uchiha faltered.

Harry landed gracefully a few feet away, the Truth-Seeking staff retracting into an orb, floating lazily behind him. "You're strong, but against me… you're nothing."

—Elsewhere, the battlefield raged on.

Naruto and Kisame's battle was nothing short of earth-shattering.

Each punch, each clash of steel, sent shockwaves through the village outskirts.

Kisame's massive Samehada swung in brutal arcs, each strike carrying the weight of a thousand battles.

But Naruto—Naruto was faster.

His movements were precise, unpredictable, his Sage Mode-enhanced strength allowing him to counter Kisame's monstrous blows with raw power.

A flicker of blonde, a flash of Rasengan, and suddenly—

BOOM!

Kisame was sent flying back, skidding through the dirt with a surprised grunt.

"Heh…" The shark-man chuckled, wiping a bit of blood from his lips. "Not bad, kid. Maybe I should stop holding back."

Naruto just smirked, raising his fists. "Bring it, fish-breath."

Before Kisame could respond—

A golden blur appeared between them.

Tsunade.

Her presence alone made the air heavy, her new, golden Hokage cloak billowing in the wind.

"Naruto," she said, cracking her knuckles. "I'll take it from here."

Naruto blinked, then grinned. "Oh? You sure you can handle him, Granny?"

Tsunade just smirked. "Watch me."

Kisame laughed loudly, resting Samehada on his shoulder. "Oh, this is going to be fun. The legendary Fifth Hokage, huh? Let's see if you're worth the title."

Tsunade simply lifted a hand—her fingers twitching, and suddenly—

BOOM.

The ground cracked beneath her, dust and debris exploding outward as her raw strength caused the very earth to shatter beneath her feet.

Kisame's grin faltered.

"Oh, Shit." He muttered. 

—Back with Harry and Itachi.

Itachi was on his knees, blood dripping from his severed wrists, his breathing ragged.

Harry approached slowly, his hand weaving through a complex series of seals before placing a single finger on Itachi's forehead.

Fuinjutsu flared to life, glowing seals covering Itachi's body from head to toe.

The moment they activated, his chakra network collapsed.

No chakra.No Sharingan.No life.

Itachi Uchiha was dead.

Harry didn't stop there.

A small black crow, hidden in the trees, cawed in distress—Shisui's Mangekyo burning in its eye socket.

Harry's gaze snapped toward it.

"You're not getting away."

With a wave of his hand, golden chains shot out from his palm, grabbing the crow mid-flight.

The Mangekyo pulsated—as if resisting—but Harry's power was absolute.

The chain crushed the crow into particles of chakra, absorbing the power of Shisui's eyes into himself.

His Rinne-Sharingan glowed, a new level of power awakening within.

He turned to the now lifeless corpse of Itachi, kneeling down and sealing it within a scroll.

"That's one less problem for the world," he muttered.

With his work done, he turned toward the ongoing battle of titans, where Tsunade was currently manhandling Kisame with a level of brute force that would make even the strongest shinobi tremble.

Harry smirked.

"Guess I'll sit back and watch the show."