Sorry, I'm supposed to be writing other stories, but we have been watching Harry Potter lately and I got this idea when sat down eating Crunchy Nut in the morning before Uni. I'm sorry if this story has the possibility of being similar to others. I Haven't read any Harry Potter/Fairytail crossovers (even though I am writing one) And Dragon slayers must be popular. Please enjoy.
Harry supposed that he had forgotten the events that brought him here. He was told he came from another world by his mother. That world was full of war and chaos; of dark wizards and black hearted creatures that would either rip you to shreds or devour your soul.
All Harry could remember was a green flash of light, followed up by another flash of bright white light. Events after that were just darkness in his brain. Then again he was only a year old when it happened.
He has lived in the country of Fiore for ten years, happy and content with his adoptive mother who happened to be a Spirit dragon.
She taught Harry everything he knew about this unusual branch of magic, which included tapping into people's emotions, seeing the past and future as sliced up images and even harnessing the ability to move objects with his mind.
He was known as a Spirit dragon slayer. Not that he would go around slaying dragons mind you. He loved his mother, Kira, with all his heart.
She was a beautiful white dragon with gentle lavender spines. Her head was surrounded by a mane of lustrous purple hair that waved even when there was no wind blowing. It shone like a river. Her scales glittered like sunlight on water.
Her wings where feathered and resembled swan wings. They were broad and the primaries were rounded at the tips, gifting her with silent flight.
She was so kind and Harry felt joyous for the whole of his life.
Harry didn't belong to a guild, but that didn't mean he never visited them. His mother urged him to associate with humans so that he didn't become cut off from the civilisation of his own kind. He is a lovable young boy who simply loved to make friends and meet new people. Everyone he ever met remembered him by his kindness and his polite speech. They also remembered his mischievousness with a smirk and a giggle. The black haired boy with the deadly hands. The glint of mischief in his Jade green eyes.
Kira had to admire the courage of her adoptive son. He was full of charm and childlike curiosity. She also had to wonder about the power he possessed as well. Not only was he learning the dragon slayer magic as if it where second nature, Kira could feel the hum of his core magic. It was strange, different to the magic of this realm. It felt similar to the magic she felt on the day she found him.
She supposed that the unusual branches of magic the boy performed unknowingly when he was angry or scared may have had something to do with it. The day he managed blow a hole in the cabin wall when he was practicing his dragon roar ability; he was so guilty about it that the wall immediately fixed itself, good as new. The wood had slotted together like a jigsaw puzzle when Harry only just looked at it.
Harry had once come home crying, stating a Vulcan had stolen a bracelet Kira had gifted him with during Harry's seventh year. It was a bracelet of pure silver studded with air gems; a gem that sparkled like starlight and whispered like the wind when all was silent. It could be used to store magic power.
Kira had managed to calm the boy down and urged him to blow his nose and wipe away his tears. The black haired boy had gone into his pocket to draw out a handkerchief when his hand brought out the bracelet instead. Kira could remember the relief on the boy's face right then. Harry had honestly thought his favourite item in the world was lost forever.
Another time was when a small white snake crossed their path in the mountains. It bore its fangs at the small boy who looked on a little shocked. The youngster had actually stepped on the small snake's tail.
Harry had quickly apologised to the snake and bid the creature a good day, now appeased. Harry didn't realise that he was speaking a strange language that Kira only heard as hisses. For some reason that skill unsettled the Spirit dragon.
The dragon didn't think too much on it. She simply watched over him as he grew.
Once he was eight years old he honed his dragon slaying skills by taking on jobs with other guild members, earning money and bringing back stories to his mother who always awaited him back home in their mountain home.
Soon after his ninth birthday he found a curious red egg that was speckled with black spots. He found it by the river, in caved in embankment that looked like it slipped in by the weight of the strange egg.
He picked it up and brought it home, showing it to his mum, who told him he must keep it warm and sheltered.
Soon enough Evie was born. She was a beautiful cat with gentle cream coloured fur. She had bands of Crimson running down her arms, legs and tail and her eyes shone a pale blue colour. Harry found it strange that she stood up like a human, and that her back could sprout pristine white wings. Once she was fully grown she could even wrap her long tail around the tiny boys' torso and take him on the thrill ride through the calm blue skies of Earthland.
Kira told Harry that she is a species of cat called an Exceed, who uses a branch of magic called Aera which enables them to sprout wings and fly. Harry was fascinated by this information and vowed to remain best friends with the young cat forever.
Harry lived like this right up until his eleventh year, which was when things changed.
Harry didn't know when he was born, or where for that matter. Kira said she found him in the mountains in a small crater that looked like the aftermath of a teleportation spell of some kind.
She said the traces of magic she sensed there felt foreign, almost otherworldly. Harry was wrapped up in baby blue pyjamas with white stars adorning the cloth. He had a head wound and it was bleeding slightly. The Crimson blood was trickling down his forehead and past those eyes that were leaking tears. The boy was asleep and the dragon took pity on the little tyke.
She picked the boy up as gently as she could. Once she touched him she saw a vision. She could see through confused eyes. A woman with red hair stood before him, her arms spread out. She was beseeching a cloaked figure from killing her little boy. She didn't want the man to kill her Harry. She heard the screams through Harry's ears. The screams of death. Suddenly there was a flash of green light, then blinding white light.
She returned to reality, the screams of the little boy who had just woken up, cold and hungry. She nuzzled the little thing to sooth him, breathing her warm breath over him. The boy quietened down and giggled. His little palm resting upon her soft nose. She smiled.
She understood that a friend of hers, Igneel had also taken in a little tyke to care for as if he was his own. Kira knew she would do the same for this little Raven.
"Mummy, where did you go?" Harry cried into the greying sky. He was shaking with sadness. Evie was hanging onto him and trying to comfort him, her paws working his back and her tail wrapped around his waist.
They were both crying their hearts out. The tears they released dripped down their cheeks and dropped from their chins.
The mountain now felt desolate this cold evening without the presence of the Great Spirit dragon. Harry could hear the whispers of the wind, the rumours about her disappearance. It was all here say.
Harry had left with Evie to work at a guild close by. The work was simple but a little tricky. He had a fun couple of days and earned a nice sum of gems.
He was in for a shock when he returned home though. Rather, it was a heartbreak.
"I'm sure she will return," Evie tried to comfort Harry but her bottom lip was wobbling, "have faith."
"I don't understand!" Harry murmured, "She has never left without me knowing. Why would she go now? Was it my fault?"
Evie looked scandalised at the young wizards' words. How could he think that her leaving was his fault?
"No sweet heart, how can that be?" She gave him a massive hug. She could feel him shaking like a leaf.
"She loved you with every fibre of her being. There is no way she left because of you."
They stayed there in the mountains for a week, waiting, watching. They looked for signs of the dragon's presence. They found none.
It was a day after the first week had passed. Harry and Evie were huddled together in their little but handsomely made hut. It was the place the two lived whilst Kira was still there. It was warm and cosy, but the two felt cold inside. Even the blanket they found themselves wrapped within did nothing to diminish the feelings of hopelessness they felt welling up inside them.
They were going to contemplate joining a guild for good when a letter was shoved through the crack beneath the door.
The duo looked to each other for a moment before Evie left the blanket she shared with Harry. She calmly walked over and picked it up.
It was a letter addressed to Harry. It was written in neat, bright green cursive scrawl that said thus:
Mister Harry James Potter
Dragon hide, Sharp mountain
Fiore
Earthland
"A letter for you!" Evie brought it over and handed it to the now curious boy. Evie sat next to Harry, who immediately opened the blanket back up.
"I wonder what it could be." Harry puzzled out loud, a curious glint shining in his somewhat downcast eyes.
"Well," Evie began to say with a sarcastic undertone to her soft voice, "I hardly think the letter is going to keep secrets from you. Open it and see!"
Harry just smiled, knowing his friend was trying to put a joking spin on what they could possibly learn from the letter.
Harry opened the latter with haste, eager to learn its secrets. Evie could see excitement sparkle for the first time in over a week.
Once the letter was free of the confines of the envelope Harry held it so that Evie could read it too. It read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr Potter
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We will send someone to pick you up and act as a guide if you choose to attend.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva Mcgonagall
Deputy Headmistress
The letter then proceeded to list a number of items needed for this School. Harry reread the letter about half a dozen times, trying to let the information sink in. Wizard school? Harry was already a wizard. He was a dragon slayer. Why did he need to go to School when Kira taught him everything he needed to know?
His eyes began to mist up when he thought of his mum. He plucked the glasses his mum asked a friend to collect for the small boy.
Harry grew up with bad eyesight, so Kira had asked an old friend of hers; a wind spirit called Borea who could change into a human, to accompany Harry to a human town so that he could purchase some eyewear.
For some reason Harry decided on a pair of circular, silver framed specs that perched on his nose comfortably. He looked rather adorable with them on.
Harry wiped his eyes before placing the glasses back onto his nose bridge.
"Do you think I should go?" Harry asked suddenly.
Evie contemplated their choices. She placed her fingers on her chin as she looked into Harry's face. She made a strange humming noise for a few moments before she spoke.
"Well, you can either join a guild, or reply to the letter. You may find out more about your strange abilities. I'm sure whoever is coming to see you will tell you more."
Harry looked to the floor. Only two choices. He just wanted to live in these mountains with Evie and Kira. What if his mum came back when Harry was gone? She would feel similar to how Harry felt now.
But then again they couldn't stay there on their own. Both Harry and Evie were too young and small to fend for themselves, even with Harry's dragon slayer magic- even though the boy also possessed the uncanny ability to transform into a small white dragon using his unusual magic.
No, bandits could raid at any time and seriously injure or kill them. Monsters could find their way into this hallowed mountain pass. It was too risky.
Harry came to a conclusion. Evie could see the determination brimming in his aura. Harry knew what he would choose. Now he only had to wait for said witch or wizard to arrive.
The day hadn't even passed fully before there was a knock at the door. It was a soft knock but it seemed to ring loud through the silence of the small home.
Both of the occupants jumped on the spot without helping it. They were not expecting anyone to come so soon.
Harry mustered his bold heart and opened the door. He was met by the figure of a tall, old man who wore half-moon spectacles that hid his bright blue eyes, which glittered with intelligence. The man wore midnight blue robes that swept across the floor as he walked. A long white beard was tucked into his belt. He smiled at the young boy.
"Good to finally meet you Harry," the man bowed graciously, "my name is Albus Dumbledore."
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. Please stick if you wish to find out how people react to the-boy-who-lived. He has been gone for a decade after all.