Mission: Exterminate Voldemort!? (Naruto and Harry Potter Crossover)

Chapter 1: Ramen With Dumbledore

A man appeared, very suddenly and silently, as thought he had materialized out of thin air, in a place he wasn't supposed to be in.  Or so he thought. He looked a little like a malnourished Santa Claus, tall, thin and ancient, with a long, flowing silver beard. He also wore half-moon spectacles over his bright, twinkling blue eyes. If you looked into those eyes, they will tell you how cool, calm, patient, reserved, and overall, wise he was behind them. His long dark green cloak was swishing gracefully under his feet. His nose was unusually long and crooked, like it had been broken several times, over his very long life.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, somehow managed to apparate to Konohagakure no Sato. By accident.

Can you imagine that? One of the best Wizards of all time makes a mistake and apparates to the wrong place? How embarrassing. Surely, Albus Dumbledore was far more skilled than that.

It was just an ordinary day for the extraordinary old man. All he wanted to do was pop (literally) down to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink. Dumbledore was capable of apparating without any difficulty whatsoever in his sleep. In fact, many others can do so, too. Apparating was the first form of transport that will come to a wizard's(and witch's) mind as it is very convenient, and time is gold. So how did he fail?

The moment his eyes snapped open, he knew something was not right. He was in a very, very strange place. This place must've been very peaceful and safe to live in, as there were many rows of small, simple houses, apartments, and stalls. But the ground he was standing on had cracked and many of those colourful houses had collasped into rubble. A big tree had fallen to his right, and there were many big, deep craters all over, as though a meteor-shower had struck. All the people surrounding him were so hard at work,they didn't even notice the strange man in weird clothing appear out of nowhere. They seemed to be trying to restore the damage, their grim and serious expressions solely focused on the tasks at hand. Dark heavy clouds hung in the troubled sky.The gloomy weather overhead seemed to mirror their lifeless, hopeless, and helpless eyes everyone around him had.

'This must be the aftermath of a war' Dumbledore thought sadly. But wait-  someone just jumped on to a roof! Is he running? By golly! He is! He's running on the roof and jumping from it to another one! Then Dumbledore caught sight of something even more earth-shattering. His bright blue eyes widened. Is-is that woman walking up a tree? How is that possible? Such a spell does not exist! Or so he thought.

He whirled around and got punched in the face by- a breathtaking scene. High up, on the side of a mountain, four heads were carved expertly on. Sort of like Mount Rushmore but with different heads. A grand tall red tower stood a little towards the left of the mountain side.Who were those people? Where in the world was he? Muggles don't run up trees, do they?

Pulling himself out of the dream-like state he was in, he began frantically patting himself down, finally he let out a sigh of relief. No splinchings. Which meant he didn't lose an eye in the process of apparating here, neither did he leave behind any other body parts. So then how did he get here? There is this rumour going around, claiming that if you apparate to a place you didn't want to go to, that particular place is where you need to go. Could it be true? If it it, why did he need to be here? Dumbledore couldn't, for the life of him, figure that part out. Nevertheless, he kept his cool and calmly assessed his given situation, trying to decide the best way to handle this for the best outcome. He had yet to come to a suitable conclusion when a loud voice interrupted him from his train of thoughts.

"HEY OLD MAN! WHO'RE YOU DATTEBAYO?"

Dumbledore jumped with a start and turned to face the opposing sound to see- a boy. Everything about this boy was bright. He had blond, no, it had way too much colour to be blond, he had spiky bright yellow hair , a bright orange and blue striped jumpsuit, and a bright, goofy smile. The wide, carefree smile was shot right at Dumbledore, and it was as though many rays of bright warm sunshine was radiating from this spontaneous boy. When he saw him he couldn't help but break into a smile, too. The dancing bright blue eyes made contact with another pair(Dumbledore's eyes) which were the same shade of sparkling blue, but wiser and more experienced, for the first time. It seemed as though the gloomy coldness surrounding him was melted considerably by this hyper spirit.