Harry has had a lousy couple of days. Not only has he been attacked and almost robbed of his soul, no, he's been kind of expelled from his school -the only place he can even remotely call home- for defending himself and then been ignored by everyone he know for days! But that still isn't the strangest thing to happen yet. X-over. Rating M, because of shinobi life in general.

Albus was the only one awake in the castle. It was late at night, and he was stalling for time, not really up for more paperwork. Suddenly, a ripple in the wards sent him hurrying towards the source of the disturbance. Nothing could have prepared him for what he would find. And with Harry's luck, is anyone really surprised? Time-Travel fic.

"How old are you, Sirius?" Albus asked slowly, carefully. Sirius glared at him, trying to figure out if this was some sort of test. Or if the man had finally cracked and gone senile. "I'm thirty six." He stated impatiently. "Why is this suddenly important?" "Because the last time I checked, Mr Black, you were fifteen."

He should have seen it coming. Really. Voldemort was many things; stupid was not one of them. He had cast Avada Kedavra twice now, to try and kill him. Yet it had worked none of the times. It was only logical that the madman would try something else. Alternate dimension. Deathly-Hallows compatible.