Hey peoples of Fanfiction! This is my first ever fanfiction, and I hope it exceeds expectations. I'm not real familiar with this site yet, so if you have any suggestions, please comment and help me improve! Feedback much appreciated. I hope you enjoy this Fairy Tail/Harry Potter AU fic. Thanks! ~ DSA (I'm abbreviating my name from now on. It's too much to type out.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail or Harry Potter as much as I wish I did. They are property of Hiro Machima and J. K. Rowling respectively.

Prologue: The End of His Beginnings

December 18, 1950

Sirens blared. Guns were loaded. The cops were closing in, and the small community of orphans just looked on in horror.

"It's the police! Run, you dolts!" the oldest of the lot (a girl of a mere 15 years) managed to call out, having snapped out of her daze. That broke the spell upon the horror-stricken group, and the abandoned barn house that 20 children called home erupted into chaos.

In the corner of the building, a little 8-year-old boy blinked his dark blue eyes blearily. Donning his usual frown, he rolled over and went back to sleep, hardly registering the stampede of minors as they attempted to escape. It was not until the police had surrounded the building that the boy finally woke to see the barrel of a gun aimed right at his face.

With a thick gulp, little Gray Fullbuster inched away from the weapon, snuggling deeper into the ragged chicken-feed sacks that he used for blankets. He glanced around nervously, hoping to see a familiar face, but his eyes were only met with trampled bedding.

It did not come as a surprise that the other orphans had abandoned him. They had always considered him a strange child, and it was a miracle that they hadn't kicked him out yet. Gray attributed that to the fact that probably no one remembered he was even there. The thing was, strange happenings always occurred around Gray; they were small happenings, but still supernatural happenings nonetheless, say a blanket levitating toward him when he was cold or the door slamming on its own when he was having a bad day. And today was an extra bad day for the kid; if the door hadn't been knocked off its last hinge by the police officer, it would have been slamming until if broke on itself in the process.

But back to the situation at hand, the officer had yet to redirect the weapon from the frightened child's temple while he questioned him, well attempted to that is. Gray, like any other sane kid on earth, would not and could not say a word in response while a lethal weapon was poised and ready to shoot him to High Heaven. Plus, he had heard about the cops from the older kids. Apparently, they tied you up and tossed you into a car and carted you off to the middle of nowhere, and the victim was never seen again! They also specifically targeted orphans, or so Gray had heard.

"What's yer name, kid? Where're yer parents?" The gun-wielding officer asked condescendingly, "Oh, but I guess ya don't got any if yer campin' out in this dump."

Gray whimpered as his mind was assaulted with memories at the word "parents," and the brute sneered and kicked him roughly. "Ya didn't answer my question, kid. Cat got yer tongue?"

It was at this point that Gray's smart mouth started running, "Actually, that was two questions, and my tongue's right here. See?"

"Why you…!" The cop grabbed a fistful of the boy's raven hair and rammed him against the wall, gun still trained on Gray, "And to think we were gonna take you to the system. Seems ya don't deserve it."

His hand was set around the trigger.

The boy's eyes widened fearfully...

Bang!

The police officer had pulled the trigger. Time seemed to slow down for Gray as he watched the large officer looming over him, looking every bit like a monster from the pits of Hades. Would this be the end? Was he to die by a bullet to the head with the sour breath of his murderer wafting around him? At this point, everything developed a blue tint, time returned back to normal, and there was a resounding crack!

Gray Fullbuster…

Was still alive! Trembling madly, crying buckets, but still standing and breathing. Further analysis of the situation revealed that a thick dome of ice had materialized at the very last millisecond, seemingly out of thin air. The bullet had penetrated partially before being stopped in its tracks. The officer was stunned, completely baffled by what had just occurred. He simply stared, and stared, and stared… Then he turned tail and fled to the rest of his band of drunken cops.

Unfortunately, the shock that the foundations of the old barn had suffered was too much for its decaying frame. With a tremble and the sound of splintering wood, the building began raining down in pieces. Gray, still in shock and trapped under his ice shield, could do nothing as the rafters crashed to the packed dirt floor. Bit by bit the house crumbled, and the boy sat there, alive only because of a cracking layer of ice. Finally, the shield around Gray buckled under the stress, resting several hundred pounds of timber on the boy's back, trapping him beneath it, pinning him to the ground.

Gray finally revived slightly and cried out in pain. His face was stinging, courtesy of freezing tears and several cuts. He struggled underneath the weight for a bit before resigning himself to his fate and began to cry once more. Gray wasn't sure how long he cried and wiggled, trying to regain feeling in his legs.

After several hours, or possibly days, Gray heard the sound of footsteps coming his way. He lifted his gaze weakly to the newcomers, registering two silhouettes outlined against the snowy winter sky: one a woman, the other a young boy.

"Lyon, get some bandages and water, quick!" the woman ordered.

"Coming right up, Ur!" this "Lyon's" figure sprinted away, presumably to get food and water. What for? Gray thought hazily, You people look healthy enough.

"Hang in there, little one. This might feel slightly uncomfortable." The lady grabbed Gray's arm firmly. Gray tried to resist, but he found himself unable to move. All he could do was groan and whine. "Shh… It will be okay. You'll be free in a second! I'm Ur, Ur Milkovich, by the way."

There was a pop and the world disappeared in a swirl of color, accompanied by the sensation of being squeezed through a tube.