AC_D3: Dobby, Don't!

This prompt-fill was supposed to be posted last December... but, well at least it's here now!

Sile: Dobby finds Harry in Konoha

DreamofStories: Dobby manages to find Master Harry Potter and his Ninja Cousin Master Whiskers.

These two prompts sounded utterly hilarious to fill out because of the potential for future Dobby induced chaos, so I kept that goal in mind as I wrote this out.

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With the approved property papers in his hands, Harry entered the Uzumaki clan property, unsure of how to feel.

The happiness and pride he should have felt for getting the clan property was overshadowed by how he had gotten it.

Was getting a property worth all the unseen strings attached to it?

Harry didn't think so.

In fact, Harry was certain that the property would just bring in more problems then it was worth.

"Dobby has found you, Harry Potter, sir," a familiar voice said, sounding out of breath and completely alien among the thick trees of Konoha.

Harry hoped he was hallucinating from the lack of sleep and all the stress, but he still turned towards where the voice had come from.

Clad in an eye-watering combination of bright and clashing knitwear, that even the shadow of a tall tree couldn't dim, Dobby bowed with wet eyes and a wobbling smile when Harry looked at him.

"Dobby? Is that really you?"

AC_D2: Alternate Jobs- Party Planner

Day two of this year's Advent Calendar is Harry with another job possibility.

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“Party planner?” the ninja on the other side of the office table looked up from Harry's documents with open confusion. “Is that an actual job?”

“It's what I do,” Harry replied with a wry smile. It's what I have to do since it's on the papers, was the more honest reply to the question.

“What do you do as a party planner?”

Having spent almost three weeks trying to get to Konoha on his own, Harry had put a lot of thought into his 'job'. “When someone wants to have a party, they hire me to set things up. That means I find a place for the party, decorate it, get the food and just prepare everything. The person just has to show up and start the party.”

The ninja blinked at Harry. “You're just doing everything.”

“Pretty much,” Harry nodded.

“I've never heard of such a job,” the ninja said with a frown as he tugged on his goatee. “Then again, not many people throw parties in Konoha.”

“Everyone needs parties to celebrate,” Harry said. “They're the easiest way to make good memories.”

“Good memories, huh. That is definitely a rarity.” The ninja leaned back in his chair and look away from Harry. “What kind of parties do you do?”

“Everything other than weddings,” Harry replied without hesitation.

AC_D1: The Red Flame (Part 3)

It's that time of the year- the time to revive my blog with posts. Also time for Advent- but, how is it already December? 

I haven't taken any prompts for this year's advent because that's probably way too ambitious for this revival. Mostly, there's going to be chapters from some of my fav AUs and hopefully some newer ideas. Not sure how many posts I'll manage, so let's see what happens. 

In case you haven't read this Uchiha-centric time-travel AU, here's the previous parts:

Part 1

Part 2

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Konoha in the past was a mix of tents in between a few wooden structures and numerous towering trees. Realizing that he was probably gawking like a tourist, Harry paused and chanced a glance at Madara.

Madara didn't bother hiding that he was watching Harry and even raised a questioning brow at him. 

"There's a lot of big trees," Harry said. “They make it hard to know I am and where I need to go.”

Madara snorted. "Blame Hashirama for that."

"But the mountain makes it easier to find my way," Harry said, eyeing the bare mountain which would become the Hokage mountain. "Though, it's strange seeing it so… empty."

Madara frowned. "Empty?"

"It's," Harry hesitated, searching for the right word to describe the Hokage mountain with it's elaborately carved faces, "more decorated in the future."

Madara glanced at the mountain with a suspicion and distaste. "Why?"