AC_D4: Ninja-Harry

Welcome to the fourth day of the Advent Calendar.

Today felt like an experimental writing sort of day. So I tried to put my spin on an old HPxNaruto cliché- the one where Harry grows up training as a ninja, has a sensei, team, goes to Hogwarts etc. 

 

Warning: So many plotholes because I ignore canon timelines.

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“Sensei will be happy that you're back in Konoha,” Genma said, his senbon moving from one side of his mouth to the other as he kept his eyes fixed on the gravestone in front of him. “It's been a long time since you visited.”

The guilt nearly overpowered her, but Shizune stepped forward and stood beside her old team-mate, letting old memories flood her mind. Memories of the first time she's met her team and thought they'd never get along. Memories of eating with her entire team eating out after training. And even vivid memories of sensei's lifeless body after she saved them during the war. “I couldn't leave Tsunade-sama's side. Not when she was...”

“I know,” Genma said. “I'm sure sensei understands too. She was nice like that. Maybe too nice.”

“Did Jiraiya-sama leave those?” Shizune said after a long moment, motioning to the large bouquet of colourful flowers that livened up the entire space.

Genma nodded. “Sensei was his student. She's probably happy that he's not doing what he does for Minato-san's grave. ”

Shizune turned to him, unable to hide her curiosity.

“He leaves a copy of his books there and some sake along with a whole bunch of blinding yellow flowers.”

“Sensei would probably be happier if the whole team was here to visit her,” Shizune said, unable to ignore the absence of their third team-mate. “After all he was her favourite.”

AC_D3: A Change in Age (Part 3)

For the third day of my Advent Calendar, I'm going to be posting the third part of an AtO omake story that I started a long time ago. 

Of course, it's been 2 years since the last update and even though I found my notes about the story, I can't recall the exact details of how I wanted to progress.

So this update is shorter than I would like... but it's an update none the less. 

Here are the previous 2 parts:(Part 1) [] (Part 2)

Warnings: Not a part of AtO. Also, not much happens.

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“Are you excited to go home, your highness?”

Trying not to laugh at how Sakura's ridiculous expressions made Naruto giggle at the front of the ship, Harry glanced at the minister. “I'd like to say yes. But I'm worried. I didn't leave because I wanted to.”

The minister blinked, apparently surprised. “You've become a lot more candid, my lord.”

“I've had to. Konoha isn't big on formality.” Harry said with a practised air as he went over Kakashi and Shizune's instructions for what to say. “And I've enjoyed the anonymity of common life in Konoha.”

The minister rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Surely there's something you must have missed.”

The impromptu lessons from Shizune told him that he should say he missed his parents or even the glowing plants at night. But before he could put those lessons and thoughts to good use, he blurted, “Dumplings.” Aware of Kakashi's disapproving gaze, Harry continued, not knowing where his sudden surge of confidence came from. “Konoha makes nice pastries. But their dumplings leave a lot to be desired. There's just something missing.”

AC_D2: The Moon's Blessing

Welcome to day 2 of my Advent Calendar! Hope you are all well.

Today, I'm going to put up a crossover/fusion plotbunny that was inspired by two things.

1. The 20^th anniversary Sailor Moon relaunch that I recently found even though it's been out for quite a while.

2. Naruto's lacklustre ending. 

Warnings: Not as edited as I'd like and... it's a bit crazy? But then again, everything I write is a bit crazy. Also, plotholes.

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The moon's bright light taunted him with promises of power and freedom.

Vowing yet again that he'd conquer it, he turned away from made his way through the darkness to a hidden cave. A cave that he'd found years ago when he'd been near death. The cave that housed the being that had healed him and given him another chance.

As he stopped before a crystalline altar, a pale woman's spirit appeared. Her delicate features twisted into a mockery of welcome as she looked at him. Her third eye-with nine tomoe arranged on ripple like patterns-gleamed with greed.

“Have you brought more energy for me, Madara?” The woman asked, her voice soft unable to hide her menace.

Madara unsealed the scroll and pulled out the large group of unconscious ninja he had captured.

The woman's face twisted in pleasure as a hazy red dome surrounded the group of ninja.

His skin prickled at the raw amount of energy being channelled in through the air but he forced himself to stay still and watch.

Within moments, the woman looked brighter than before.

Madara spared the mummified corpses a brief glance before they crumbled into ash.

“I can raise the generals now,” the woman said, her lilac eyes glancing off in the distance. “While they gather energy for me, you can bring me the Silver Crystal.”