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There is a baby on their doorstep.
Or… not truly a baby. More like a toddler. The child was maybe a year old? It was wrapped in a blanket and there was a letter tucked into the folds.
Izuna pauses as they look at the child. They activate their Sharingan. The baby is real, of that there was no doubt. So Izuna picks up the basket and wanders back inside, idly closing the door behind them. Their task of heading to the market to buy more fabric for their latest project was forgotten in face of the mystery in front of them.
No one should have been able to get to Izuna’s front door to drop off the baby without triggering some kind of alarm. And yet, here the child was, sleeping peacefully in the basket without a care in the world.
The basket is set gently down on the table, and the letter plucked from the blanket and opened. It is addressed to no one on the outside, but the content of the letter revealed something surprising--the letter was written in English.
Izuna had not read English outside their own coded notes since they were Jamie.
The letter was addressed to a Mr and Mrs Dursley. This was Izuna's first hint alongside the curious circumstances of its appearance that the child wasn't a normal child. But it was the rest of the letter which confirmed it.
Harry Potter.
Izuna had not thought about the Harry Potter books in decades.
Izuna takes a seat next to the low table the basket was placed upon and looks at the child. They reach out and brush aside the hair to reveal the baby's forehead and yes, there it was. A scar in the shape of a clip art lightning bolt, looking as if it would start bleeding at any moment.
Izuna sat back and looked at the letter. They thought. Then they nod and stand.
“Time to find my brother. It looks like I'm adopting a child.”
They smile.
Madara is understandably confused.
“A child. Just like that, you want to adopt a child??” His incredulous tone says it all for him.
But Izuna ignores Madara's tone of voice and nods. “ I am.”
“But you hate children,” Madara says.
“I hate the idea of giving birth, not children,” Izuna easily corrects. They move about the kitchen with a graceful sort of ease, putting together food suitable for a year old toddler.
Sitting at the table, unable to follow the conversation in the slightest due to it being in Fire Country's dialect of Japanese, Harry Potter looks from Madara to Izuna and back again, following the conversation like a tennis match.
Madara throws his hands up into the sky. “You have a dick!”
“And?”
Madara pinches the bridge of his nose. “Okay. What about Tobirama? Have you spoken to him about this yet?”
“Not yet, no. I wanted to tell you about the child first,” Izuna says.
“Mama?” The child says, apparently annoyed at being ignored while two adults argue over his head.
Izuna sets down the chopsticks and turns to the child. They kneel before the child and smile gently, taking Harry's hand in theirs. “Your Mama and papa died protecting you,” they say in English so the child can understand them. “I'm going to take care of you for now. My name is Izuna.”
“Dead?” The child says. He looks confused, not understanding the concept.
“Yes, dead. It means they're gone and can't come back,” Izuna says to him, rubbing his thumb over the back of Harry's hand.
Harry looks down at the thumb and then up at Izuna's face and begins to cry. Izuna instantly picks the child up and holds him, rocking him back and forth as he sobs.
Madara watches this with a complicated expression on his face. Then he sighs.
“Fine,” Madara says. “But I'm not telling Tobirama you adopted a child without telling him.”
Tobirama took the news well, all things concerned. He and Izuna weren't lovers, though they had laid with each other before to see if they could be, but they were partners in most every other way. They spent much of their days together and had been discussing for some time now moving in with one another once Konoha was a bit more established.
Tobirama had never considered having children before.
It wasn't to say that he didn't like them. He, Izuna and Madara had been working on designing and setting up a school system since long before the treaty that led to the village's founding was signed. In truth, it was one of the first things Izuna had ever started working on once they found out about Madara's dream.
But raising one…
“He'll need a new name,” Tobirama says as he looks at the sleeping child in Izuna's arms, a complicated feeling in his gut. It wasn't the first time he had seen Izuna hold a child. But knowing that this one was Izuna's, blood or no blood… “‘Harry Potter’ will stick out too much among the villagers.”
“True enough,” Izuna concedes. “Though I'm not sure what to name him.”
Tobirama nods slowly in agreement. He sighs through his nose and gathers his thoughts. “You said he's from another world?”
“A similar one to the one I hail from, yes.”
“Will he be called back?”
Izuna tilts their head and smiles. “I haven't the faintest idea.”
Tobirama nods. “I will see if I can devise some way for him to return to us should he ever get called back.”
Izuna's smile widens, hand rubbing soothingly up and down Harry's back, and nods. “ I shall assist you. Would you like to help me design the wards for Harry's room?”
Tobirama's eyes glitter. “I would enjoy that greatly.”
Hashirama and Mito get dragged into things soon after.
“What about Sota? Big and peaceful, it’s a nice name,” Hashirama says. “Oh! Or how about Yuto? Gentle person would also be really good. Or there’s Daiki, or Ryota! Maybe Naoya?”
Mito holds her first child to her chest, a small baby boy by the name of Masaru, and watches as Harry plays with one of Izuna’s old dolls.
“I like Kiyoshi,” she says, not taking her eyes off the small child as he struggles to stand and wobble around.
“Kiyoshi.” Izuna rolls the name around in mouth, trying out how it feels on their tongue. “Uchiha Kiyoshi. Pure, huh? That is a good name.”
“Ignoreing me?” Hashirama says, slumped over and depressed. “Ignoreing all of my amazing names?”
Izuna looks at Harry, at Kiyoshi, and sweeps him up into their arms. “Hey there, Harry. I wanted to ask you something. What do you think of being called Kiyoshi?”
“Kiwohi?” Harry says, mangling the name completely. He starts to laugh at the name.
Izuna, still smiling, turns to Mito and says, “Uchiha Kiyoshi it is.”