Favorites. Prequel: Which idiot summoned a demon?!

I can't sleep for something.… The bed is too soft and wide. It smells like I don't know what. And this whole magical world, it's all kind of weird.… The only thing that Harry Potter has managed to impress me with so far is the moving photographs in their newspapers and the "live" portrait of some relative of his, who, however, said almost nothing, but Harry said that she mostly swears with displeasure. The newspaper photographs helped me determine who to look for in the Arch of Death and what this very godfather of Harry, Sirius Black, looks like, as well as to find out the main characters of the local world. Albus Dumbledore, an old man with glasses and bells in a long beard, the headmaster of this very school of wizardry, where Harry studies. Severus Snape, the man in the photo looked impressive and menacing, it was immediately obvious that he had been in the war, I respected him when Harry said that his potions professor was a spy in the Dark Lord's headquarters. Harry didn't say, but I felt like they had a name with this Se-ve-rus. — some kind of graters. I cut out all the moving photos and pasted them in the notebook Kreacher got me. The house elf also brought ink and brushes for writing, so I also wrote down notes for my bingo book, their names and what I could remember about Harry's habits. I also gave everyone nicknames so that I could remember them better and not have to say those tooth-crushing names like Dolores Umbridge or Rufus Scrimgeour every time. My tongue seems to be looping in my mouth to speak English! Now it's all swollen and it hurts, it makes it difficult to sleep. And yet it is strange that Harry Potter, after the death or disappearance with a ninety percent fatal outcome of his godfather, was left by his friends. They took it off, as he himself put it, "on his relatives who hate him." When the news of Jiraiya's death came, I... remember that I was walking alone, thinking, remembering, even crying a little, let alone denying it, there was a case… And then Shikamaru found me and told me how he had survived the death of his teacher and friend. Ino came by, and we slept with her again. Then Sakura, who hit me... in the head so that I wouldn't fall apart. And Cy tried to give me books to read, like "how to experience grief," I sent him far and deep, of course, but in any case he wanted to help, but he didn't know how, all his emotions froze after his brother's death.… But I felt their support. They all tried to cheer me up, wake me up, show me that I wasn't alone. Harry Potter has some rotten friends, that's what I think. I was summoned by this half-educated wizard, and I lost a lot of blood and strength during this very ritual. So we just sorted out the "hoo of hoo" by looking at the newspaper files. Unfortunately, the knowledge of local writing was somehow not passed on, so I could only look at the pictures. Harry was exhausted after eating, so he went to bed, and I was still gluing and writing what I remembered in the bingo book, and then I also went to the room I was assigned. “Kyubi, my dear nine-tailed fuzzy, is there anything you want to explain to me?” I gently addressed the source of my current problems when I realized that I would not be able to sleep, at least until I found out everything. The fox looked away and grinned. Come on, what the hell happened? Harry showed me this grimoire from afar, and the demons in the pictures don't look much like you. And something tells me that there's not a word about nine-tailed foxes at all. “I am a demon!” The fox growled, not very confidently. “No, no, I have no doubt, of course...” and then it dawned on me. “Come on, admit it, don't they think you're a demon?” “I... what? No!” he quickly began to deny it, too zealously indignant. “How do you even do that… Naruto! I am a demon!” “Yeah,” I made a bow with my lips. “Don't tell me you're trying to prove something to someone?…” “I... I..." he flattened his ears and scowled. "It's just that when you split my chakra, I was able to mentally enter the demonic plane, and they… It's all... there...” The fox looked so depressed that I felt sorry for him. And in the trembling blackness of my inner world, I heard giggles, grins, and images of eyes appeared. Different eyes. And even though it was obvious that they hardly belonged to people, but these looks… They were unmistakable. These views haunted me throughout my childhood and youth. Containing hatred, contempt, disgust. That's how people looked at me, whispering that I was a "demon spawn," a "nasty fox," and a "dangerous jinchuuriki." “What creatures!” I protested, releasing my chakra and drowning out this whisper, erasing the images. “You are the best demon! How dare they doubt you in the first place? You're strong, dangerous, and toothy! What's wrong with you? I should have thrown a bijuu bomb at them so they wouldn't dig in!” “Ar?” the Kyubi's eyes widened. He somehow pulled himself together, as much as possible in his position, and grinned. “I... did that, and then... This summoning seal appeared there, and I jumped into it.” I burst out laughing, for some reason vividly imagining the elongated demonic faces when my fox cub fack… had tricked everyone. He punched me in the head and took off in English, the local way. I guess he picked up bad habits like "done first, thought later" and "wipe everyone's nose." “Ahh-ha-ha,” I couldn't stop the fit of neighing. “I hope they're all there, ah-ha-ha, fucked... Ha ha ha... up?” “Otherwise!” The fox grinned. “You, ah-ha-ha, well done, I'm proud of you”, I drawled, wiping away my tears. “That's what they all need, so they don't ask questions.” “By the way, I wanted to do it right away, but we were interrupted.” I built a cage back around him and removed the restraining torii. The fox sat down, stretching his neck with his paws and moving his tails with obvious pleasure. “Does you that… Don't worry, Naruto, when we get home, it probably won't be long.…” “Is it like Myoboku?” I asked. “A day passed in Konoha, and there was a whole week?” “Yes, but it feels even stronger here," the fox scratched himself.  The farther the worlds are from each other, the greater the time difference. “It may take a couple of weeks for a minute to run out in our world.” “Wow,” I was delighted. “Do you know how to get back?” “No..." the fox chuckled. I thought about it. This is not critical yet, which means that you can think about it later, besides, this problem can "resolve" by itself, but the conscripted animals returned to their world, and this did not always happen to them consciously. The technique was interrupted, the chakra was running out, we were injured, anyway ... a couple of weeks to explore this world, I'll help Harry if I can, and I'll definitely get home somehow. “Okay, we'll think about it later, Qu.…” I yawned widely, feeling tired. "I'm going to bed." “Good night, Naruto," was the last thing I heard before falling into a dreamless darkness. *** “Naruto! Wake up!” I opened my eyes and saw a terrified face with glasses in front of me. For some reason, the guy was lying under me and floundering, trying to get out.   “What are you?” I jumped away from him. Disheveled Harry adjusted his glasses and sat up in bed. “It's you… What are you doing?! I wanted to wake you up, but you grabbed me and almost strangled me in bed,” he opened his mouth slightly and looked at my morning boner and panties with spirals. “your…” Harry blushed and looked away. “I haven't had sex in a long time," I finished. “Did you think of anything smarter than sneaking up on me in my sleep?” “I'm sorry, I didn't think..." the guy lowered his head penitently. Looks like I guessed right. “Since I fell asleep alone in the room, I should have woken up alone, sorry, instincts. It's an alien world, and you're waking up here, sneaking up," I smiled, trying to defuse the heated atmosphere.  By the way, I'm feeling something from Harry right now. Not the chakra, but… “You said yesterday that you can't use magic without using a wand," I reminded him. “Are you able to feel magic? Well, I mean, not to perform some kind of magic with it, but to make it circulate in the body?” “I don't know," Harry shrugged. “Probably…” I sat on the bed in the lotus position. This magic needs to be dealt with. Somehow, these magicians must be distinguished from ordinary people. “Come on, you concentrate your magic, and I'll try to feel it.” I suggested, standing still and saturating my body with natural energy. The nature here was so-so, it felt like just an artificial stone… And the air is not very musty and smelly. But even this will do for fishing. “N-Naruto, your eyelids have turned orange!” Harry exclaimed, distracting me and himself, and what I was starting to feel from him immediately disappeared. Now I began to understand Teacher Fukasaka, who said that I had an awl in one place. I took a couple of breaths to calm down and not break in between the eyepieces for prevention. “What did I tell you to do?” I opened my eyes, and Harry turned pale. “Y-your eyes have turned yellow and the pupil…” Damn, it's his own fault, he didn't explain anything in advance, and now he's going to shit his pants on my bed. “Calm down, savior of the magical world," I said, putting in as much malice as possible. “You summoned the demon yourself. Why are you surprised now?” “B-but you're... you're right,” Harry said dejectedly again. “So, stop whining to me. You're a lousy savior. And you can't concentrate your chakra, that is, your magic! I'm trying to enter the sage mode to feel the magic of your world. We must somehow learn how to distinguish between ordinary, these "Muggles" of yours, and wizards. Something tells me that you haven't even done basic charging in the morning, you're pacing from corner to corner and just complaining. I've always dreamed of becoming a Hokage, a man who is respected by everyone and who can sacrifice his life for the sake of his country and village. I've been studying all my life, and they didn't let me do it, and I understand that you don't study, even though you have the opportunity. You're acting like a hysterical woman, not a man. “I'm a man!” Harry clenched his fists. "You don't know anything about me!" Ugh, something seemed to go off, the air vibrated noticeably, and I finally detected the release of power. It was a good outburst, the walls reacted to it, it seems that they are all covered in signs and lines, as if a complex fuinjutsu had been applied. I did well, and now I know the difference between this world and ours, which is tied to the chakra. I hope that even outside of the sennin regime, I can now feel the owners of such properties. “That's it, man, I've figured out what the fuck your magic is," I got out of bed, stretching. Harry was watching me with his mouth open. “So you're doing this on purpose?” It finally dawned on him. "To make me angry?" For some reason, he blushed again, squinting at me. Maybe he's complaining? I don't like whining anyway," I snapped, heading for the bathroom. — Let's have breakfast and go to your Ministry of Magic. Note to the chapter:     * Bingo Book — (Japanese Bingo-Bukku, translated as "search instructions"), lists of enemies of the hidden Shinobi village for their killing and elimination.