In Harry Potter World As Madara Uchiha

Pain.

A sharp, searing pain gripped his chest, followed by an unbearable pressure, as if something was crushing his heart from the inside. His vision blurred, and his limbs refused to move. The world around him faded into darkness. Then—nothing.

Until suddenly, there was something.

He gasped, sitting upright with a deep inhale, as if breaking through the surface of water after drowning. Cold air filled his lungs, crisp and unfamiliar. A forest surrounded him, dense with towering trees and thick foliage, the earthy scent of damp soil filling his nose. The sounds of rustling leaves and distant chirping birds reached his ears, yet he felt utterly alone.

Panic settled in.

"Where… am I?" His voice was deeper, more controlled than he remembered.

He looked down at his hands—long fingers, powerful palms, and an odd sensation of strength coursing through his veins. His body felt different, lighter yet sturdier. The air around him seemed to ripple at his slightest movement, a strange energy brimming beneath his skin. He turned sharply, searching for something—anything—to anchor his scattered thoughts.

Then, he saw it—a pond, its still surface reflecting the unfamiliar world around him. He staggered toward it, kneeling beside the water. What he saw staring back at him sent a cold chill down his spine.

The face of a man with long, wild black hair and piercing red eyes. The distinctive lines on his cheeks, the high collar of the black armor adorning his body—it was a face he had seen before, but never expected to wear himself.

Madara Uchiha.

His breath caught in his throat. This had to be a dream. A hallucination. But the sensation of damp earth beneath his fingers, the smell of fresh pine, the raw power thrumming in his body—none of it felt fake.

A sudden chime echoed in his mind, like the ringing of a small bell. His vision flickered, and before him, a floating panel appeared, glowing softly with ethereal light.

[Welcome, Reincarnator.]

[You have been granted a new life. Your identity: Madara Uchiha. Your world: Harry Potter.]

He stared at the floating panel in front of him, still processing everything.

"No way... this is insane," he muttered to himself.

His hand reached up, touching the unfamiliar face. "Madara Uchiha... But why this world? Why Harry Potter?" The panel blinked once, its calm response almost mocking his confusion.

[This is your new world. Embrace it.] He grunted in frustration, still trying to wrap his head around it.

"Embrace it? It's not like I asked for this!" A thought crossed his mind, and his eyes lit up for a moment.

"Well, if I'm Madara Uchiha now, surely someone around here could be on Tsunade's level, right? ... beauty?" He paused, a smirk creeping onto his face as he looked around. The panel blinked again, this time more slowly, as if responding to his thoughts.

[Host, though I don't know if they're on Tsunade's level, they might come close... And maybe, with time, you'll find a way back to the Naruto world.

Who knows?] He raised an eyebrow at the panel's response, a mix of curiosity and amusement in his expression.

"Wait... you're telling me there's a chance I could go back to the Naruto world?" The panel blinked again, its words flickering in the air.

[The path is uncertain. However, with time and effort, you may find a way.

Focus on the present.] He chuckled softly, still tracing the unfamiliar features of his new face.

"Alright, I guess I'll make the best of it here. But seriously, if I'm stuck in this world, I might as well find someone worth my time.

" He paused, eyes scanning the forest once more. "Someone close to Tsunade's level, huh? Sounds like a challenge I can enjoy.

" The panel flickered once more, as if amused by his confidence. [Challenge accepted. Good luck, Host.]