Welcome back to another round of Domestic Drabbles :D Time for part 7! I needed something ridiculously cheesy and cute since part 6 left us all in an emotional mess (mostly me though). I’m actually not 100% on Penny being a Ravenclaw. (I really can’t decide) But it worked out best for this fic.
Anyway, shoutout to the amazing @baz-n-simon for being the best beta, support, and friend EVER!
Simon is obsessed with quizzes, and not the educational kind, or else he may have done better in school. No, it’s the useless quizzes he seems to love so much. The sorting kind: “What kind of bird are you?” “What would be your superpower?” “Pick a taco and we’ll tell you at what age you’ll get married.” (Incidentally, that one said he was already married, but I’m not suspicious.) It’s all totally useless knowledge. Bunce says that useless knowledge doesn’t exist, but she’s not dating Simon Snow. And she’s not the one being begged to take them all after he’s done.
I took a few of them at first, of course, just to humor Snow. It seemed trivial at the time. But after finding out that I’m a pigeon, and that my superpower is invisibility (and the countless vampire jokes that ensued shortly afterwards), and that I’m apparently never getting married because I’m not a fan of tacos, I had to put my foot down. But apparently, that means nothing because a laptop is being shoved in my face.
“No way, Snow.”
“But, Baz, we have to know!”
“We already know.”
Bunce walks in and gives us a questioning glare as I yank the laptop out of Snow’s hands and sit it down on the coffee table.
“What don’t we know officially?” She asks, sitting down on the end of the sofa. Then she glances between us. “You two aren’t flirting, are you?”
I roll my eyes. Snow makes a grab for the laptop, but I swipe it up from the table and walk away from the couch.
“We don’t know Baz’s Hogwarts house,” he says. He huffs and crosses his arm, glaring at me and then at the laptop in my hands. I almost smile at him. Because he’s pouting.
I slide the laptop onto the bookshelf and turn to him. “I’ve already told you, Snow. I’m not taking anymore of your quizzes.”
Bunce’s eyes widen. “You don’t know your Hogwart’s house, Basilton?”
I raise an eyebrow at her and give her a disappointed look. “Not you too, Bunce.”
“Penny is a Ravenclaw,” Snow says, nodding towards her. Bunce nods in return and sips her tea. “And I’m a Hufflepuff.”
“Of course you’re a Hufflepuff, Snow,” I say.
He rolls his eyes. “But we don’t know your house, Baz.”
“Of course we do,” I say. I run my hand cooly through my hair and smirk at him. “We all know I’m a Slytherin.”
Snow doesn’t react to this. “Not officially,” he says, and he points to the laptop. “You have to take the quiz.”
Bunce snorts. “I don’t buy that for a second, Baz. You may exude Slytherin on the outside, but you’re just as bad as Simon. I think” —she locks her eyes with mine— “that you’re a Hufflepuff.”
Snow starts laughing, but I just frown. “I’m not a Hufflepuff, Bunce. That’s absurd.”
She shrugs and sips her tea again. “You’ll never know unless you take the quiz.”
Snow giggles a bit more, then smiles at me. Crowley, I think. I never win. Because the evening sun is setting, and the light is filtering through the windows. And Simon’s face is glowing. And he’s smiling so wide. And I hate him for it. Because that smile makes me weak. It makes me want to say yes. It makes me want to agree. It makes me want to do whatever it takes just to keep him smiling.
I roll my eyes and sigh. “Fine, Simon,” I say, grabbing the laptop from the shelf. I ignore Bunce’s questioning stare as I walk back over to the couch and hand the laptop to Snow. “I’ll take your stupid quiz.”
Snow takes the laptop happily and opens it as I sit down beside him. As he types away at it, I run my fingers through his hair, watching as the light reflects off of each curl. He swishes his ridiculous tail over at me and winds it around my arm. Bunce scoffs at this, then gets up and walks toward the kitchen.
“Ready,” Snow says, then hands me the laptop. He leans against me and puts his head on my shoulder.
I read through the questions carefully and probably spend too long on each one. But maybe I’m dragging this out on purpose. Because Simon smells wonderful. Like cinnamon and citrus and a scent that I can never quite seem to describe. And his tail is still wrapped around my arm, and his thumb is moving against my leg.
When I select my answer to a certain question, Snow looks up at me with a questioning eyebrow raise.
“White?” he asks.
“What’s wrong with white?”
“You’re a vampire, Baz.”
“Your last name is Pitch.”
“What’s your point, Snow?”
He doesn’t say anything and puts his head back on my shoulder.
I read through the next few questions, then hesitate on clicking the ‘Find Out Your Results’ button.
“The moment of truth,” Snow says, sitting up and staring intently at the screen.
I roll my eyes and frown, then click on the button. We wait a few seconds (of course, Snow has the slowest laptop in existence), and then the page loads, and I immediately slam the laptop shut.
Snow is laughing. He’s doubled over and laughing. Too much and too hard.
“Shut up, Snow,” I say. I nudge him in the side, but he’s laughing too much to care.
Bunce walks back into the room, and I glare at her. She looks over at Snow, then smiles.
“Ah, yes” she says, grinning slyly. “Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch, the Hufflepuff who lived.”
I roll my eyes. “Fuck off, Bunce.”
Snow unwinds his tail from my arm, then gets up and shuffles quickly to his room.
“I told you so,” Bunce snarks.
“I don’t want to hear it,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose. I just want to spell this laptop away from me.
Snow then comes out of his room, leans over the back of the couch, and drapes an obnoxiously large yellow and black-striped scarf around my neck.
“There, Baz,” he says, leaning over more to kiss me on my cheek. “We can be in Hufflepuff together.”
My cheek feels warm, tingly, almost like a burn, but I just scoff at him.
“I don’t want this bloody scarf, Snow,” I say as I try to push it off. But then I inhale, and the scarf smells like him. Like cinnamon and citrus and that scent that I can never quite seem to describe. But it’s the one that I know so well. And as it leaves my nose, I breathe it all in again.
I was randomly drawing and thought last second of putting Ren and Hux in the HP universe. Here’s a past Kylo in (apologies for the horrible quality of the patch) Gryffindor house and older Auror Armitage Hux who kinda came out looking like older Draco. I may finish these but I’ll leave them this way for now. :)
Harry had never been able to comprehend a sibling relationship before, but he always thought he’d be great at it. Until, as Master of Death, he’s reborn one Turais Rigel Black, older brother to Sirius and Regulus. (Rebirth/time travel and Master of Death Harry)
AU. When Dumbledore tried to summon a hero from another world to deal with their Dark Lord problem, this probably wasn’t what he had in mind. MoD!Harry, Godlike!Harry, Unhinged!Harry. A bit of Dumbledore bashing.
He was lying in the mud dying, the world was already dead. Voldemort must be in his grave laughing, he had been right all along and now it was to late to do anything about it. Death didn’t quite agree with that and now Death’s son was going to make the muggles pay for everything they had done.
Cursed against his will, Harry made the best of his life until he found himself, again, wandering in Death’s realm. When Death offers him a second chance, a chance to right the wrongs he’d been blind to for too long, he can’t possibly refuse.
Severus Snape didn’t know what was going on with Harry Potter. One minute he was having a fit and spending a day in the Infirmary, and the next he was gone. Three weeks later, he witnesses the boy miraculously reappear and slay the Dark Lord. Now he’s sitting in Albus Dumbledore’s office listening to the boy claim he’s from the future, master of death, and leaving. But of course, Albus insists on other options. Snape finds himself landed with a boy who isn’t the same boy Severus knew.
In which the Master of Death finds himself reborn and Jiraiya get’s confirmation of what he’s always known; he has no idea what to do with a kid. Good thing this one came self-sufficient. (MoD and reborn Harry)
Harry dies at the end of Deathly Hallows and is reborn as Naruto. Now Harry is on the case of uncovering all the secrets around Naruto and deal with his enemies. Find out how Konoha deals with the Master of Death Ninja-in-training.
When Naruto returned to Konoha after spending just over two years on the road training under Jiraiya, he never expected to pick up a living shadow with a mind of his own. No Pairings. De-aged!Harry, MOD!Harry, Strong!Harry, Intuitive!Naruto, Strong!Naruto, & Protective!Naruto
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After farewelling the last of his friends, Harry decides to take time off Britain travel the world - search for a new purpose. He starts off in America. Being known internationally for all its “abnormalities”, Harry decides to seek them out, hoping to make some new friends. Immortal Master of Death AU; Slash. SLOW UPDATES
The probability of Harry Potter living a completely normal life was low, but that was okay. Normality is over-rated and boring anyway. He’s managed to do some pretty interesting things with his life since the war. Don’t own, not canon compliant.
He’s been stuck like this for a couple of beginnings, and so many ends. Millennium have passed by and his age never changes, his skin cannot stay pierced, his body cannot die; thus locking his soul, binding him forever to this existence. This stranger comes into their lives, and they’re unprepared for the events that follow after him. Viper is an interesting enigma. Immortal!Harry
When Harry and the Doctor meet by accident, can they change the course of each others lives for the better? With Harry in his life how will the Doctor’s changing relationship with Rory and Amy be different. And with the Doctor in his life how will Harry’s life shape out differently from the expectation upon him after the war finishes.