AC_D1: Prompt Fill: The Uzumaki Heir

Happy 1^st of December and welcome to the start of 2018's Advent Calendar. 

Today's post is a prompt fill, but it's not an advent prompt fill. This anonymous prompt came in when I wasn't updating the blog, but the potential for crack with this had to be explored.

"I was worried about lack of drabbles/updates when I saw you updated on fanfic. And now with the latest chapter read 6 times over, and now I wonder, what if that excuse was to force Harry to pick another clan heir. And then I thought, what if he just make hedwig the clan heir. I would love to see everyone's reaction to such thing. Especially if Hedwig sits in on meetings."

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“You can't make an owl your clan heir.” Koharu said, the wrinkles around her eyes deepening as she squinted at Harry.

Thinking about a transfiguration formula that he could never understand so that he could have a genuinely confused expression on his face. “Why not?”

“Because she's an owl?” Seated beside Koharu,

“And?” Harry said.

“How can an owl be a clan heir?” Koharu asked, the hair pin in her bun glinted as she punctuated her question with a shake of her head.

Harry shrugged. “Can heads test their heirs constantly to see if they're a good choice.”

“And?”

“And I was being lax. Just because there's no one else in the clan, doesn't mean that I shouldn't test Naruto.” Harry said. “People need reassurance that the clan heir can take on the clan head's position in the future, right?” When no one could argued against his logic, Harry continued, “So I decided to test Naruto. But the only way to make things fair was to have someone to compete against him.”

“And you chose your owl as his competition?” Homura asked.

“It's not like I could test someone from outside the clan. Then I'd have had to adopt them into the clan or something, and the paperwork for that was intimidating. So I chose the simpler solution.”

Koharu frowned. “Your owl was the simpler solution?”

“She was the simplest solution,” Harry corrected himself.

The three elders were silent for a long moment but Harry couldn't tell whether it was disbelief or outrage that kept them so still and silent. Maybe it was humour, something that they didn't know how to deal with.

“What tests did you use?” Danzo finally asked.

2018 Advent Calendar Announcement!

It's time for Advent Calendar shenanigans again.

For new readers, my advent posts are a countdown to Christmas. I aim to get somewhere between 8-24 posts on the blog before the 25^th. The posts range from omakes/deleted scenes for AtO or my other stories to fills of prompts that you send in.

To send a prompt you can either:

• leave a comment down below
• use this blog's "Ask Me" page
• use my Tumblr Ask

AU's that will definitely get at least 1 update this advent

• Sound's Strange
• The Red Flame

Most other AU's are a maybe, except for 'A Change in Age' -that one is dead, I've definitely lost interest in it.

Previous Advent Calendars, if you're interested

AC2014

AC2015

AC2016

AC2017

See you on December 1^st, 

Polar 

The Red Flame (Part 1)

What's this?

A post after 7 months of inactivity on this blog?

Yeah, I'm easily distracted, but at least I'm back with a new AU which will be centered around the Uchiha.

Let me know what you think.

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In the dark night, a flame flickered inside the obsidian monument. 

A flame as red as blood.

It wasn't the reflection of the lantern that Harry had previously assumed. The red hue reassured Harry that there was something inside of the obsidian itself.

Because the red flame was moving, even when Sakura and the lantern in her hand were moving away from the obsidian sculpture.

The flickering red flame was an impossibility.

And a curiosity.

Harry brushed his fingers against the obsidian.

Instead of the cool stone surface he had expected, a hungry warmth raced up his fingers and engulfed his entire body.

Just as quickly as it came, the sensation vanished, leaving him confused as he snatched his hand away from the obsidian monument. Harry shook his hand to get rid of any lingering sensation and frowned at the monument.

There was no red flame in the obsidian.

“Who are you?” An unknown voice, low and filled with a threatening menace, asked from behind Harry.