DISCLAIMER: Princess Tutu and Harry Potter belong to their respective creators and publishers. No money is being made off of this and is done purely for entertainment.
Warnings: Fairy Tale elements and writing scattered through out, a complete veering off the rails that is canon early on, shoving two different forms of magic into one universe and making it stick, slight if you look at it that way bashing of certain canon characters. Because let's face it some of the actions of certain characters will not be looked at kindly by those like Fakir in this madness. Possible mentions or allusions to various sexual orientations in various characters that may or may not be canon, and kiss the golden trio goodbye because no matter how I look at it all there's no way to make it work with how things are going to be set up down the line. Will contain the pairing Fakir/Ahiru however at this point in time it is up in the air if I'll pair Harry up with anyone let alone if it will be canon(Ginny), het or slash. If any of this is not your cup of tea then fair warning I won't change it because I have reasons for it.
Once upon a time there was a man who died, but could not rest because he was a spinner of tales and his greatest work was unfinished. The man had a machine that would write for him and thus he just had to nudge things a little and watch as his greatest and most beautiful tragedy unfurled delicate petals of a flower called agony. So a town became subsumed within the magic and will of the man as he placed each character in their place like marionettes strung to moving gears to move as he wished them to move.
For a time the story spun and set itself up just the way the man had wanted, creating a stage that would soon shatter and break in jagged mirror pieces as his tale reached the point where true misfortune would bloom from the seeds planted in false hope. Then the man realized a character was missing and that would be when things would go awry. For though the character was one that was meant to barely be of any consequence except as yet another slow and torturous nail within the coffin that is the Hope in the heart of the Prince, it was still a vital character for this modified version of the tale he was spinning.
This is where things became undone for the vision that man wished to create.
Once there was a duck that through fate became a girl who would become a princess and with the help of a Knight who laid down his sword to take up the quill rewrote the ending the man had been working so hard towards and thus ruined a tragedy that would have unknowingly fueled even greater evil to seep out into the rest of the world that had slowly forgotten that magic was once abundant and real within its realm. The Prince and his chosen Princess returned to the land created long ago to set right what had been left in chaos when the man had died, and the Writer and the Duck remained in a town that slowly returned to an ordinary town with barely any sign that magic had once saturated its very being.
For a time it all became as it should be with the town bustling and growing in the way towns due through the years, and the young man grew up and grew old writing stories in a cottage by a small little lake where a small yellow duck would swim peacefully in all day.
This was how it was supposed to be and both kept such close to their hearts as a reminder, both afraid to ask for more than what they had already been given because to ask for more is how many stories begin and they were both tired of stories. So the Writer and the Duck lived, if not happily at least in contentment until both breathed their lasts within moments of one another. Thus their story should have ended.
But what the Writer and Duck, even the Prince and Princess had not thought about was that such power as the man had held and the Writer had also used was magic that would not just quietly disappear from the world like mist burned away by the sun. It seeps and remains in everything it touches, right down to the very soul and this along with how the magic that had seeped into both of them had been both set up for tragedy and triumphant hope that things do not end as neatly as this bittersweet ending was meant to.
So the magic sent them to a new story where the strings of magic that would weave a tragedy had already begun a tapestry of conflict, the hopeful light that was the magic created by a Knight and a Duck created ripples that would change it to a much better outcome for both them and those the story was originally intended for.
Once upon a time four people of magic decided to build a school where those with the gift for such could learn and be safe from those who did not understand such a gift. For a time the four worked together in unison bringing knowledge to many young minds and thus allowed magic to flourish in new ways. However, that unison was broken due to a quarrel between two of the four that soon led to them scattering to the winds, their bonds of friendship broken over something that cooler heads would have found a compromise for. The school that was their legacy continued on, though the nature of the sundering of the four became warped over time and caused a bitter feud between two factions within the school to take root and flower a tree of tragedy that would be the basis for a new story.
For many years after the four had separated and died those of magic hid themselves away from those that did not have their gifts, and while this isolation kept them safe it also caused arrogance to grow within the magicals. Many forgetting just why they had separated themselves from the rest of the world and thus saw themselves as better than those without their gift. Soon many believing they had done so not out of fear but out of pride to not sully themselves amongst those so much lower than them. Much as royalty had done to peasantry so long ago.
This soon created conflict as those with such beliefs soon saw those who came from families without a drop of magic appearing in their world with such a gift as an affront and unnatural. For surely magic was not meant for such people who had not grown up surrounded by such and thus they resented. The new magicals were not wholly blameless as they who had grown up in a culture where magic was make believe or considered a sign of evil, many looked at the traditions that had been held meant to strengthen ones connection to magic and with the earth as barbaric or not needed. Creating a conflict that compromise was never even thought of by either side, as both believed their ways were the true and only ways regarding the gift they all shared. Thus divided they became and conflict led to violence and the rising of Dark Lords woven and directed by strings of tragedy laced magic.
Thus where the true story begins.
Once there was a boy who had a gift to write stories that became reality that was mistaken as a gift of Prophecy before he would remember a life as a Knight and a Writer.
Once there was a girl who at a young age could magically change into a little yellow duck, her young age and inexperience with such magic made it uncontrollable for many years, until she remembered being a duck that turned into a girl who could become a princess.
Once there was a boy who through tragedy and the writings of a story survived against a curse that no other had ever survived against and would become burdened with the weight of Prophecy and slowly choked by the strings of tragedy that the man who had died had seeped into the world.
A story was written and seemed set in stone but the girl who is sometimes a duck and the boy who breathed power into words had fought such before and would do so again, changing the story as they and the boy who lived fought against their fate.
Once upon a time a young boy and girl lived in an orphanage...
I've been in a nostalgic mood for this anime and my love of crossovers made me sad when I realized how little these two canons have been crossed over, so somehow that meant I should write my own.
