Hehe, a collection of drabbles, one-shots and anything that really comes to my mind featuring this pairing or these particular characters. I'm kicking off with the 100 Themes as its a good platform for a lazy writer – which I am XDD They will not all fit in with either Naruto canon or Harry Potter canon.
Summary: It all started at a dinner party...
It all started with a simple introduction at, of all things, a dinner party.
"Mister Namiecayzee, this is Harry Potter. The Gryffindor Nimbus," Horace Slughorn declared grandly, sweeping an arm back as if to present the young man who was stood, rather long-sufferingly, at his side to the foreign Ninja. "Harry, my boy, this is Menatoe Namiecayzee the student of an old protégée of mine," Slughorn bragged, puffing himself up self-importantly. Green eyes slid down to him and a sardonic smirk quirked the corners of thin pale lips.
"I'm sure," the dark haired man agreed quietly. At this point, Minato had to hide his grin behind his wine glass. He sincerely doubted, apparently almost as much as this Harii, that Horace-san had even met his teacher. Afterall, Fukusaku-dono rarely left the Mountain unless Jiraiya particularly needed his help. It had come as quite a surprise to Minato when the elderly toad sage had suggested he explore the region of humans who used Natural Chakra in order to get a better idea of just what it was capable of. The Senjutsu uses were... incredible, he had never seen anything like it, if only half of those uses could be implemented in Konoha they would be sitting pretty at the top of the food chain for many, many decades to come. The people on the other hand, could only be described as soft, fat and frivolous beyond imagination. It was like being surrounded by a hundred Daimyous and each of them considering themselves too good to breathe the same air as each other.
With a few exceptions, he allowed, observing the thin young man in front of him.
There couldn't have been more than a handful of years separating their ages. His face was almost fae-like, thin and sharp with high-cheek bones, a thin nose that upturned slightly at the tip, dark eyebrows that arched over a pair of almost unnaturally green eyes that saw a lot more than they gave away. Long black hair that hung to his shoulders in a complete fly-away mess, as if the owner had just given up even attempting to tame it and left it to its own devices. Clad in clean straight cut black robes, he was as different as night was to day in comparison to the portly man beside him gaudy purple and gold robes with all the bells and whistles that he believed a man of his stature should possess.
"I'll leave you two alone, I believe I see Miss Granger waiting for a dance," the portly man proclaimed, throwing a wink at the dark haired young man who simply nodded while hiding a small smile behind his glass. And just like that, the two of them were left alone.
"I really must apologise on behalf of Professor Slughorn, Namikaze-san," the dark haired man spoke, taking the blond by surprise as he flawlessly spoke his home-language with only a very clear cut accent. "He has, unfortunately, no talent for languages."
Minato grinned, "I'm just relieved someone here knows my own. I'm still finding it difficult wrapping my tongue around yours, I'm afraid." Harii merely inclined his head, smiling slightly in amused understanding, as if he found this whole party to be a very funny joke that only he understood and found it even funnier to hold that over people's heads. "How did you come to learn it, if I may ask?" It always paid to be polite to these Daimyou types.
Harii however, just chuckled, "Would you believe me if I said it was Gamabunta?" he asked, eyes sparkling with mirth.
Minato choked on his drink and the Wizard just laughed.
XDDD A very different Slug-Club and a very different Harry Potter. Oh what fun I shall have!