#boruto crossover

His father was in Gryffindor, while his mother hailed from Hufflepuff. He was certain one of these houses would become his, as well. Or perhaps he would be in Ravenclaw, like his uncle Neji. Boruto had always been praised for being a genius. It wouldn’t be a surprise. Although any of these three houses would be fine, there was one in particular that he did not want to be in. As the sorting hat came nearer, his eyes landed on the girl he had perhaps known, but never really knew his entire life—Sarada Uchiha.

She sat there on the table in the far right, smiling proudly under the green banner that also represented her father’s house. Sarada’s smile faded as soon as she realized she was being watched, and a grim expression marred her features. Boruto knew she wasn’t bad, but he didn’t know if she was good either. 

If the Sorting Hat was all too sure she belonged in Slytherin, even after much contemplation, perhaps the darkness that loomed over her clan also resides in her heart.

He pressed his lips to a fine line as the hat was finally placed on his head. The old thing took its time, gnawing on where Boruto really belonged. “This one has true potential,” the Hat drawled. “A brilliant mind, a big heart. Which house would best suit…”

Memories of Boruto’s father flashed before his eyes. Although Naruto was smiling, he knew there was some pain that lied beneath. “Sasuke’s changed a lot since then. He isn’t bad.” Boruto drew in a shaky breath. His father was a fool to think that. His gaze never left Sarada’s dark pools, seemingly reading his thoughts. The child of a muggle and a practitioner of the Dark Arts… no. He could not associate with someone like that.

“Not Slytherin,” Boruto gritted out. “Not Slytherin, even if those are your trail of thoughts?” The Hat asked before continuing, “Then it must be… Gryffindor!”

A loud cheer roared from the Gryffindor table, and a wide grin found itself on Boruto’s face. He had broken eye contact with her, as he was now looking at his fellow housemates, all smiles and cheers.

There was no time for him to worry himself with people he must not associate with. Muggles with the darkness that shadowed over their hearts they called ambition. 

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Boruto gripped his broom and puffed his chest. He felt good in his uniform. He had not even stepped on the field yet his heart was already brimming with pride. For he, a first-year, was the seeker for his house. Not even his father was given this recognition. He had many fond memories with Quidditch and his father. 

It was a game he played since he was a child with his dad. Boruto looked at the photo from behind the glass case. His father’s face was rounder, hair much longer. He was covered in bandages, and yet his smile was as bright as the sun.

On one hand, he held on to his broom, the same one that Boruto liked to steal from his father’s study and play around with when he was six. It was old but reliable. Naruto was holding up something barely visible, yet it was all too clear to Boruto’s sharp eyes. 

The Golden Snitch. 

Naruto was a Seeker, and arguably the best one. However, when Boruto’s eyes slid over to the other man in the photo, he felt his lips dip to a frown. It wasn’t just Naruto who was holding on to the Snitch. A man with dark hair and eyes and the smuggest smirk Boruto had ever seen was also held on to it with his left hand. 

Naruto and Sasuke were both holding on to the Golden Snitch. 

He knew this story well. It was one of Naruto’s favorite to retell, over and over again. About how he and Sasuke nearly died trying to catch that snitch–how both Gryffindor and Slytherin tied that year because they had both caught it at the same time. 

Boruto knew about Sasuke and his dad’s rivalry. It was legendary. Everyone knew about it. For a time, Boruto used to find his uncle cool. All until he heard of what happened after their schooling years. All the hardships Sasuke had placed everyone through–what his father and auntie Sakura through. He gritted his teeth. Some part of Boruto still couldn’t understand how auntie Sakura could forgive him, and still love him after everything he had done. Then again, he always knew she also had a big heart and knew his uncle more than anyone else. 

Auntie Sakura had been one of the kindest souls he had ever met–she had what was deemed to be one of the most brilliant minds in the wizarding world. A muggle who made a name for herself and broke all barriers. One of the only things people could pick on was that for the most part, her husband had been absent. Wandering around the world doing Merlin knows what. Boruto rolled his eyes at that. 

Boruto’s gaze lingered a little longer on Sasuke’s face. Sarada looked a lot like him, in fact, almost entirely like him. Although she did possess the signature dark locks and eyes of an Uchiha, there was a certain softness in Sarada’s eyes, a certain light that shunned the darkness. They were so enthralling, so mysterious. 

How could something so dark be so full of light? 

Before Boruto could think about it a little more, he was distracted by a loud cheer. He whipped around, his broom knocking the glass, shaking the entire case. He sighed to see he had not broken it. Quickly, he ran into the field, and his eyes widened. 

Perhaps this girl was the devil, as whenever he thought of her, she would appear. 

Sarada Uchiha was dressed in green, a color that made Boruto frown. Although she looked beautiful, he thought a different color suited her far better. His thoughts immediately dissipated as he caught her wide smile, and the tiny golden ball in her hand. She was high up in the sky, and yet he could feel her glee all the way to the ground. It filled his heart, and then slowly, his entire being. It was a warm feeling, one that he relished and found infectious. Boruto didn’t even realize that he, too, was grinning. 

She had caught the snitch, and her teammates were surrounding her. All of them nearly a head taller, twice her size. Sarada’s lithe body moved fluidly in the skies as she rode around, cheering at her victory. It was only practice, but catching the snitch was always a feat.

Boruto gulped as it dawned upon him.

Sarada was Slytherin’s Seeker. 

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Lectures were always boring for Boruto. The only upside that he found amusing was spending time and getting to know the other students from different houses. Even if he mostly only spent time with the students from his house, he found a lot of the others interesting, too. 

In the course of a few weeks, he had made friends with two boys from Ravenclaw. Two of which who he had apparently been running in the same circle with – Shikadai Nara and Inojin Yamanaka. Shikadai was really all smarts, while Inojin was more of the creative sort. Although he wasn’t from the same house, Boruto found himself spending a lot of time with them. He shrugged it off as his natural genius self, wanting some smart company from time to time. 

There was another boy he met, one who really was quite strange, yet found him to be fun. Mitsuki surely was not like other normal people he met. He would always say the strangest things and had an affinity for snakes. That was an obvious reason why Mitsuki was in Slytherin, he could also be sly and his morals played around in gray areas. Boruto thought he was set to hate this house but Mitsuki was alright. He wasn’t as bad as he thought people from this house would be.

“I just want to be with you, Boruto,” Mitsuki replied. That creepy smile on his face made Boruto cringe, and laugh nervously. Mitsuki could be really… weird at times. Shikadai and Inojin seemed not to mind it much, though. Or perhaps they were just used to him.  

The Hufflepuffs he had met was also a nice and warm bunch. Although they could be quite… loud sometimes. Chocho, Namida, and Wasabi would also hang out with them from time to time. But not as often, as they usually hung around another person, one that Boruto felt he had to watch out for. 

“Sarada!” Chocho called to the girl on the other side of the courtyard and waved. 

She wasn’t alone. Sarada was with another girl with Purple hair, and donned blue robes. This made Boruto raise a brow. Right next to Sarada was a person Boruto thought he could have been friends with–the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team–Kagura. He was always hanging around Sarada, training with her, and helping her with her studies. But with the classes he took with Sarada, Boruto knew she didn’t need the help at all. 

Boruto almost never heard her voice, but whenever he did, he found himself so annoyed, yet he wanted to hear more. Whenever she recited in class to give her two cents, or to challenge a concept, he felt like she could easily put a Ravenclaw to shame. 

It wasn’t surprising. Her mother was deemed as one of the most intelligent witches, one who had contributed so much to the medical magick community. She had innovated spells, potions, concoctions, more than the great Tsunade Senju. Sakura Uchiha was a force to be reckoned with. Not just with smarts, but with strength as well. Naruto always joked that Sakura could end his life as easily as she could revive him with a flick of her wand. His mother would always second the notion, her eyes never betraying any doubt to this truth. It was a running joke that without her, Naruto and Sasuke would have been long dead during their misadventures. 

Seeing all of the books in Sarada’s arms made Boruto blink. She waved at Chocho, and so did the other girl– was her name Sumire? – and Kagura. 

Chocho, Namida, and Wasabi took their leave and walked towards the trio across the yard. 

“Seriously, what is it with Hufflepuffs and hanging out with Slytherins?” Inojin raised his brow. “And that Sumire girl, she likes hanging out with Chocho and Sarada a lot.” 

Shikadai sighed and stuffed his hands inside his pockets. “I don’t know. Sometimes those guys are just far too nice, you know? Sarada’s also pretty smart.” 

Mitsuki smiled and tilted his head to one side. “Is there something wrong with Slytherins?” Although he was one, it didn’t sound like he was offended at all, more on the curious side, really. 

Boruto had a sour look on his face and tore his gaze away from Sarada. He faced his friend and laced his fingers behind his head, walking away. “Heh! Slytherins!” He eyed Mitsuki. “No offense.” 

Mitsuki’s smile melted away from his face and asked again, “what’s wrong with them?” 

Inojin shrugged. “Everyone’s afraid of them.” 

“Afraid?” Boruto repeated, incredulously. “Maybe you, but not me!” He pointed to his chest with his thumb. “None of them scare me.” 

“Oh?” Shikadai smirked. “Maybe not afraid, but you seem interested in them.” 

Boruto stopped walking and raised his brow at Shikadai. 

“One in particular.” 

“Oooohh…” Inojin teased, falling in step with Shikadai, leaving Boruto and Mitsuki behind. 

“I am not!” Boruto stomped his feet on the ground, glaring at the back of their heads. He cupped his hands around his mouth. “You think you know everything, but you don’t!” 

The two boys didn’t look back, but Boruto knew they were still smirking. 

How stupid. Him? Interested in a Slytherin? In Sarada? And yet, he thought they were supposed to be the smart ones. 

“I am not interested in Sarada,” he muttered. 

Mitsuki was mere inches away from his face when he spoke up. He was so close, Boruto felt his warm breath on his jaw, “They never mentioned it was Sarada, Boruto.” 

Boruto jumped, his heart nearly flying out of his chest. He fell on his butt. “Don’t stand so close!” 

Mitsuki only smiled knowingly. “I see…” 

“See what?” Boruto got up and dusted his pants off. 

Mitsuki only smiled and slunk away in the opposite direction. 

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The wind was starting to pick up, and sooner rather than later, Boruto was waking up to first snow. His hands touched the icy glass and he looked outside with wide-eyed wonder. It also snowed in his hometown, but it looked so magical seeing it from Gryffindor’s tower. 

“It’s snowing!” Boruto exclaimed, barely containing his glee. 

His roommate flipped over in his bed and grumbled, “Don’t be so loud.” 

Boruto threw a pillow at him. “Get up, Iwabe! It’s snowing!” 

Iwabe grumbled more and refused to open his eyes. Meanwhile, Boruto was excitedly putting on his sweater and scarf, blindly reaching for his cloak by the door before dashing out the door. 

First snow. 

He felt like a child on Christmas morning. 

Seeing the blanket of white on the ground, trees, and on the roof was setting such happy feelings inside of him. Memories of him and his little sister filled his mind, they used to race to their yard and play in the snow all the time. But things were different now, as he was alone… he didn’t let the sadness sink too far in. In just a few weeks, he would get to go home to see her again for the holidays, anyway. 

As Boruto flew down the stairs, he nearly squealed when he saw fresh snowflakes slowly falling from the sky. He didn’t know it was possible to run any faster, but apparently, it was. All the paintings followed his speeding form down the stairs, even earning a few, “no running in the halls!” from his early rising seniors and prefects. But that didn’t stop him. He wanted to jump into that snow and watch the flakes slowly descend into his face.

The door flung open and Boruto was so ready to throw himself into the snow. However, he found himself stopping at the sight before him. 

A sole figure stood in the middle of the courtyard. Her dark hair and cloak standing out in the pure white landscape before him. His heart jumped to his throat and struggled close his mouth, an attempt to swallow it back down. 

Her green scarf was wrapped around her neck, her breath visible. She wasn’t wearing her red-rimmed glasses and Boruto instantly missed the red hue on her. He always thought she looked better in red than she did in green. 

Sarada’s long lashes had caught some of the flakes. How long had she been standing in the snow? Her hands were covered in black mits, palm facing the sky. Boruto’s eyes followed a snowflake’s trail. It landed softly on her hand, and she pulled it close to her face. A soft smile appeared on her face as she examined it. Slowly, her gaze shifted to him, her smile never wavering.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” 

Boruto blinked and took a while to process that she was talking to him. He closed his mouth and swallowed hard, struggling to find his voice. “W-what is?” 

Smooth. The first time he talks to her and he stammers. 

Her smile stayed on her face and Boruto suddenly forgot the cold weather. It was warm… all too warm. From her smile to his blood rushing around his body. 

“The snowflakes,” she started. “They’re all so different, so unique. Yet they’re all so beautiful.” 

His brows knotted together. He trudged into the snow to join her.

“I’ve been catching snowflakes for a while now. I can’t even judge which one is the prettiest I’ve seen so far.” She giggled. 

Boruto was starting to think this girl was sorted in the wrong house…. She seems really weird. Or maybe that’s why she and Mitsuki were in the same one. Who knows. 

“I guess it is,” Boruto responded. He grinned at her. “Is that what you like about it?” 

Sarada looked up at the sky, snowflakes landing on her cheek. Boruto didn’t understand why, but he wanted to gently brush it off her face. 

She hummed in reply, still a soft smile on her lips, the light in her eyes being replaced by a certain kind of melancholy that Boruto knew well. It was the same look his sister would take whenever their mother would break the news that Naruto wasn’t coming home for her birthday. 

Himawari would smile like that whenever she was being brave. She never wanted their mother to worry, or for her father to feel guilty. Certainly also did not want Boruto to be angry should he see her cry. 

Brave. 

That was one word he never thought would be used to describe Sarada. 

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“I’m hooome!” Boruto dropped his suitcase on the floor and opened his arms wide. His little sister was running towards him from the top of the stairs, the widest grin on her face as she cheered that her big brother was finally home. She jumped off the second step and straight into his arms. He hugged her tightly and squeezed her, making her squeal.  

“Welcome home, dear.” His mother came to the front door to greet him. “How was your ride back?” 

Boruto placed his sister down and responded to his mother, “Ah, it was alright. Inojin and Shikadai kept me company.” 

She smiled at him, “Getting along with the Ravenclaw boys, huh?”

“My natural genius self craves smart company from time to time, ya know?” 

Hinata giggled and made her way back to the kitchen. “Put your luggage away and wash up. Dinner is almost ready.” 

“I’ll help!” Himawari raced after her mom. “Will Dad be coming home, too?” 

“He said he will!” Hinata responded. 

Boruto hid the small smile on his face. He was happy to hear that his father would be home for dinner on the night he returned. 

Christmas was still a week away, yet the presents under the tree were already piling up. One quick glance and Boruto already caught some familiar names signed on tags meant for him and his family. There were three neatly wrapped gifts, covered in dark blue wrappings, tucked at the corner, signed by his mother: Happy Christmas, from the Uzumakis 

Strange. Usually, his mom was early when it came to Christmas shopping and sending out gifts. Boruto walked a little closer and tugged on the golden tag lightly. His eyes went wide when he saw who the gifts were for. Their names were written in his mom’s pretty script: 

For Sasuke, Sakura and Sarada Uchiha. 

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Christmas morning had finally come and Boruto and his little sister, Himawari, were opening presents. There was a mountain of it at the foot of the tree, and the two relished in the magical gifts their parents had bought them. 

Despite all the colorfully wrapped gifts that laid before him, his eyes scanned for three gifts wrapped in dark blue but failed to find any. He shrugged one shoulder up and then turned his attention to more important things. 

After a while, their father flooed through the fireplace, a wide grin on his face and holding on to a large shopping bag. 

“Back so soon?” Hinata rose from the sofa and kissed his cheek to welcome him home. 

“Yeah, Sakura-chan wanted some time alone with Sarada and Sasuke.” 

“Sasuke’s home?” Hinata clapped her hands together, delighted that her friend’s family was complete for the holidays. 

Boruto, being the little snoop he was, craned his neck to hear their conversation more as he pretended to distract himself with the spellbook his auntie bought him. 

“Yeah,” Naruto scratched the back of his head. “He looks to be well, and Sarada’s grown so much. They even prepared some gifts for us.” He lifted the bag up and called his kids. 

Naruto first pulled out a large one for Himawari. Turns out it was a stuffed bunny. She loved it and refused to let go as she walked around the house. There was a small cookbook for Hinata and a ramen-looking paperweight for Naruto.

Boruto knitted his brows together. They were all so… strange. Not the usual wizard-like gifts they usually received. He then remembered that Sakura was a muggle, and probably purchased these gifts for them back in her world. 

Naruto pulled out a small box from the paper bag and handed it to him. “This one’s for you, Boruto.” He grinned cheekily. “I think you’ll like it.” 

This made the boy skeptic but took the box from his father anyway. Who would turn down a gift, right? Carefully, he pulled the white red ribbon off and lifted the lid. There was a golden ball inside, and slowly, a pair of white wings unfolded and it floated out of the box. 

“A snitch,” Boruto whispered under his breath. 

Naruto snickered. “Guess it’s a good gift from a seeker for a seeker, huh?” 

Boruto caught it in his hands and opened his palm. He couldn’t believe it. 

Sarada gifted him a golden snitch. 

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Platform 9 ¾ was full of students and parents, wishing their children off and meeting their other friends. It always amazed Boruto how a lot of alumni knew each other and was almost always friendly towards each other once they knew each other’s alma mater. 

Hinata handed him his suitcase and fixed his cloak. “You be good now, and don’t cause any trouble,” she joked. 

“Yeah, do your best.” Naruto gave him a thumbs up and a wide grin. 

Himawari gave him a tight hug and told him she would miss him while she was away. 

After another round of goodbyes, Boruto turned around to get on the Hogwarts Express. However before he could hop in, he noticed a small family saying their goodbyes as well. 

It was the Uchihas. 

Involuntarily, Boruto reached to feel the contents of his pocket. Once he felt the bump from the small box, he pulled his hand away and hopped in, and went to find his cabin.

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His first day back was festive to say the least. He ate his fill at the feast, played games with his friends and hung out in the common room with his housemates. By the time he was in bed, all his tiredness came crashing down, but before sleep could take him, he extended his arm towards his bedside table and took the small box in his hands, opened it and picked up the snitch. 

The small golden ball unfurled its wings, flapping slowly. He studied it in the dark, letting the moonlight shine on its body. Boruto put it back in the box and sighed, as he curled to his side, attempting to be comfortable. 

He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t get Sarada out of his head. 

Boruto closed his eyes and tried to shun her away from his thoughts. But all he could see was her laughing in the great hall as she toasted with her housemates, Sarada gliding around the halls, and imagining how she must have tied the ribbon around his present. 

With one deep breath, Boruto drifted to sleep, with the Uchiha girl as the last thought on his mind. 

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To be continued. 

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! The WIP was sitting in my drive for months, but I’m glad I got the push to finish it today. 

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