Alirght, well, i can't claim that the idea for this one is mine. Credit for that goes to Reishin Amara. We spent a couple of days hammering out the basics and here's the first chapter. Enjoy.
I don't own Harry Potter or Fairy Tail.
Are you a fairy? Chapter 1
A young woman sits atop a giant tree, on a small island lost to the ages. It had been over one hundred years since anyone visited. Four hundred years since Tenrou Island had felt the familiar presence of Fairy Tail.
Because Fairy Tail was no more.
For generations Fairy Tail had been strong, so very strong. Always number one in anything they did. The greatest strength. The greatest fun. But all that changed many years ago.
The guild started going downhill following the death of the Eighth Master, Laxus Drayer. He died peacefully in his sleep, like his grandfather before him, leaving a wound in the guild that would never fully heal. The members tried to carry on, to bring themselves back to the top, but it was not meant to be. It was the fifteenth head, a man whose name didn't even warrant mentioning, who finally drew the long history of the guild to a close. As the remaining members went their separate ways, she watched silently with a tear in her eye. Content with the knowledge that she had seen her guild through to its final end.
With the fall of Fairy Tail, everything changed. The number of dark guilds started to rise. Not too much though, and it was always kept at bay. Until one day, fifty years after Fairy Tail closed its doors for the final time, Blue Pegasus, one of the most powerful and firmly light guilds, was completely decimated by a dark guild called Reaper's Hand. The guild master used a new kind of magic, never before seen on the face of Earthland. Death Slayer. All three hundred members of blue Pegasus perished with the guild hall. Even half of the town was destroyed simply for being there.
This marked the beginning of the end. Death Slayers started popping up everywhere, as if every dark guild was controlled by one. Every guild that stood against them was destroyed mercilessly. And when the remaining guilds started creating an alliance, so did the dark guilds. In the end, not a single death slayer was killed, leaving trails of bodies and rivers of blood in their wake.
Somewhere, deep in her heart, she considered going to her final rest. And so she came back to her grave on the island. Despite that, she never did. And so she has watched silently over this place, over the island where she was born and where she died. She watched from atop that tree as the world continued. Guilds like Sabertooth and Lamia Scale soon fell the same as Blue Pegasus, replaced by newer, and in all too many cases, darker guilds.
Finally, in the year X1591, eight hundred years after Fairy Tail hit its peak; she made up her mind as the countries of the world declared war after war. But unlike Zeref, she chooses, not to destroy, but to create. To use what she has observed to better someplace else. To start again.
The island, now the only safe haven known to the exceed, roared back to life as she gathered together her formidable power. The exceed, who had known of her, but never seen her were shocked at the violently shaking ground as she steps into the center of their town.
"Ms. Mavis?" the queen asks kindly, "What is it?"
"Cecilia…" she says calmly as the shaking stops, "I would like to talk with you all, about a rather important topic."
"Of course." The queen nods, turning to face her guards, "gather the town together."
It was almost an hour before everyone, down to the last kit, was gathered together, and she stop upon the stage next to the exceed queen. Her appearance caused much distress, as none, save the very oldest, had ever seen her.
"Thank you all." She says pleasantly, "Now, I have thought much of this, for so very long, and I have made my discussion." All eyes were on her as she looks at the over two hundred exceed gathered here, "Earthland is finished. There is no place for us here."
This, inevitably, caused a lot of worried murmuring, but she continues regardless, "This world has turned on itself, bent on destruction. Remaining here would simply be the end for us all. I purpose that we leave. Leave this place and seek another world."
"Ms. Mavis…" Cecile says from beside her, "Is such a thing possible? It has been done, of course, during the last great migration, from Edolas here to earthland, but it took so very long with some many people working to create the anima, and even then it only succeeded because the two worlds are connected. How can so few of us create a portal to a world separate from these, as Edolas can no longer sustain us?"
"That is one thing that I must ask of you all." She says softly, "I would like you to leave this place. To search the world. Bring whatever magics you may find, regardless of its power. Tell any exceed you cross paths with of my plan. I'm sure that I can find a way with such information."
Now the risky part. Her whole plan hinged on the exceed cooperating. Otherwise, she would have to search herself, and likely any trace of the magics she needed would be destroyed before she could find them.
The exceed looked at one other, each deep in thought, but luckily, before long, they were all nodding. Cecile as well, though they still looked a little uneasy.
"Ms. Mavis." She smiles sadly, "We will help you to leave this world behind, if that is what you want. However, I'm sorry, but this is our home. We will remain. All we ask is that you continue to protect this island."
Mavis nods as she looks over the group gathered before her, "Alright. I will protect this island that we have all called home, even after I leave. I swear."
"I purpose that the kits and a select group of mothers remain." One of the males from the back said, "This is too dangerous to risk the children, and they cannot be left alone."
With that, it was decided that one hundred and seventy-Five exceed would scour the world in search of all magic they could find. Every tool, every scroll, every book, tome or record of any kind was found and returned to the island, where she would read through them, thanks to a pair of Gale Force reading glasses that an exceed had brought, and commit every detail to memory. Over time, some new exceed joined them, replacing others who never returned. It took over fifty years, but finally, as she read the last of the scrolls, she smiled and ordered the exceed to remain. All that remained was the matter of magic power. Even she didn't have such strength to rip apart the fabric of space itself. So she waited, and she thought.
Over the next few months, exceed arrived, delivering new scrolls and the like, all of which were read through and the finders told to remain. A year after she'd finished, she decided that it was time. Or rather, it was decided for her. The question of magic power was solved for her as an all too familiar black dragon landed just outside the island, causing tidal waves to surge to the nearby shore.
She was the only one that approached him. "Achonologia…" she says angrily, "Why are you here?"
"Mavis…" he growls back, "I thought that you would be here. IT's been, what eight hundred years?"
"About that." She nods, "The last time I saw you, Natsu had you at death's door."
"That he did." The dragon chuckles, "I admit that he surprised me that day. Never in all my many, many years have I encountered one such as him. He beat me. That's all there is to it."
"I thought that you had died." She replies, "Burned to ashes by his final blow."
"I would have. It was by chance that I lived. The cave that I fell into had a lake that but out the flames, but it took almost all of the water to do it. After that, I just had to escape and allow my wounds to heal. I was determined to return and end that brat once and for all."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because he surprised me again." Achonologia laughs, shaking the island itself, "He proved to me that human could change. It took me twenty years to recover completely, and in that time that brat quieted the wars that ravaged my country. He did what I couldn't even after almost four centuries. SO I was content to wait."
"And you did." She replies, "Why are you here?"
"Do you have to ask?" he growls, slicing his tail across the water and sending yet another tidal wave, "This world is lost. Even if I were to attempt to reign in this place, I would be killed without any effort. It appears as if this place is all but lost to the ages. I seek a place to rest while the humans kill each other to extinction. This island seems best."
"And I suppose that you intend to kill us all?" Mavis says threateningly. The ground shaking beneath her had nothing to do with the massive dragon, who looked almost amused at her outburst.
"What good would that serve?" he asks, "A fight between us, Mavis, would only bring this island to the ocean floor. I wish to reside here in peace."
Something about the dragon of the apocalypse asking for safety was troubling, but that wasn't her concern. His power would be all she would need to open the gate. "I have two conditions to your stay." She says as the ground calms beneath them, "First, I wish to use your magic to create a spell."
"What spell?" he asks with genuine interest, "What spell could be so great as to require my help? Surely one such as you could do it under your own power."
"It is as you say." She sighs, "This world is lost. I seek a new world to start again. A world not connected to this one. I've crafted a spell capable of doing just that, but the power is far beyond what I can safely control."
"Yet together, we can achieve it?" he asks to clarify, and she nods, "So be it. Your first condition is granted."
"Second, when I leave, the exceed will continue to live on this island. You will not attempt to stop them, or kill them. The wards I place will expel anyone who means harm to them." She says firmly, and the dragon looks her in the eye, "And on the off chance that one does attempt to harm this island, you will fight to protect it."
"So in addition to helping you leave, all I have to do is leave a tribe of insects alone?" he smirks, "Easily done. We are agreed, Mavis."
"Good." She smiles, waving for him to follow her into the city, though he stays just outside so as not to crush them all. The exceed looked at her fearfully as the dragon snorts in amusement, but she pays them no mind.
"Everyone." She says to the many exceed, "Thank you all for your hard work. Thanks to you, I found the information that might have eluded me on my own. I'm leaving this world, and I sincerely hope that you all live long, happy lives. "
"You remember your promise?" one of the elder cats asks, eyeing Achonologia fearfully.
"I do." She says, raising a hand over her head as she starts creating layer upon layer of the very strongest protections she can, "These barriers will draw their energy from the Tenrou tree, and will not fall so long as the tree does not. They may not last forever, but it is the very best that I can do. Also, Achonologia will be residing on the island as well. You have nothing to fear from him, as the wards will count him as an enemy if he ever attempts to hurt any of you. He has also promised to protect the island if ever it is attacked."
"We understand." Another exceed says pleasantly, "Is there anything else for us to do? Build anything like the anima?"
"There's no need for that." she replies, lifting her hands and drawing upon her powers, and the energy around her swirled like a vortex, "The gate is of Magic, formed entirely from my own magic and harnessed with Achonologia's. I would suggest that you leave the island until the gate in the sky disappears. Otherwise, you might get dragged along with me."
Everyone nods, and she closes her eyes in concentration. In front of her, she hears them all flapping their wings, and leaving the island. One by one, she felt the presence leave the island, until she was alone, save for the dragon, of course. Placing a hand on him, she instantly felt the full brunt of the dragon's might, and smiles. This would be plenty.
With the power of the two of them together, she reaches out, finding the very fabric of space itself and chants,
Gather! Oh River of Light guided by the Fairies!
Shine! And pave the road to tomorrow!
All the powers of the cosmos themselves were at her fingertips, bathing the island in a pale golden light. Her eyes were completely hidden by the golden light as she casts the spell, "Fairy Gate."
The drill of light rips a hole in the fabric of space itself, centered on the island. The latent magic of that world calls to her, and she feels her own magic respond. Floating gently into the air, she waves good bye to the exceed that had called her island home, and passes into the darkness of the gate. The last thing she saw was the black dragon roaring proudly as the gate shut.
"BOY!" Uncle Vernon growls, throwing the door to his cupboard open, "Hurry up and make breakfast!"
"Yes Uncle Vernon." He says as he stands up in the cobweb covered cupboard. If any other six year old were to stand there, they'd probably be covered with them, but Harry Potter was small for his age. He was extremely thin, as a result of the near starving his relatives had subjected him to over the years. Without the nutrients to grow, he was shorter than any of the other kids his age.
He was also a lot more mature than they were, in no small part due to his upbringing. When other kids (Namely his cousin, Dudley) didn't get what they wanted, they'd throw a fit, but he wouldn't. After all, he was used to doing without, so what's one fewer thing?
The small box that his Aunt put in front of the stove was there, and everything he needed to make the standard Dursley breakfast of half a dozen eggs, sausage, pancakes, toast, and biscuits, along with the standard Harry breakfast, leftover table scraps from dinner the night before. This was yet another thing that set him apart from other kids his age. While many of them didn't even know what cooking was, he was responsible for all the cooking in the house. And he did a good job of it too. After all, if he didn't, he'd get beat.
While he cooked, his uncle watched the morning news, talking rather loudly about how whatever bad thing was going on this time was, in some way, Harry's fault. It had taken years of practice, but Harry tuned him out easily, cooking the vast breakfast, while nibbling at the still edible part of his own. Placing the plates on the Dursleys table, and ignoring the hunger pains, he does all the dishes, cleans the stove, and sweeps the floor before taking the trash out, and returning to do the mass of dishes that the Dursleys had accumulated in the short span of breakfast.
"Did you do Dudley's homework, boy?" Vernon glares.
"Yes Uncle Vernon." He says lazily as he scrubs the plate.
"Good." He nods.
It was almost half an hour later before Harry finally got a chance to return to his cupboard and rest, but unfortunately that wasn't meant to be.
"What are you doing in here?" Aunt Petunia hisses as she peaks her head in, "My rose garden isn't going trim itself!"
"Yes Aunt Petunia." He mutters, walking out of the back door. As always, he started carefully trimming the rose bushes, not clipping even a single flower. The last time he did, Aunt Petunia came at him with the garden sheers. It was only the neighbors arriving home at that moment that saved him from the torture.
It was a sweltering hot July day, and while The Dursleys were enjoying their air conditioning, he was painstakingly perfecting the roses so that Aunt Petunia could once again win best flowers in the neighborhood. That, more than anything, pissed him off. He's been doing this the last two years, and despite the money she gets with the title, she still orders him around like a slave.
He was so wrapped up in his thought he didn't even notice the strange wind gusting all around him, nor the slight chill. One thing that he couldn't ignore though was when something lands on his head. He's driven face first into the mud by something hard and heavy, causing him to start cursing as the weight starts moving around.
"I'm so sorry!" a female voice says kindly, and a pale hand appears in front of him, "Here, let me help you up."
"Thank you." He says, not entirely sure what was going on. Looking up, he saw that it was a girl with long, wavy blond hair. She wore a frilly pink dress, with mud in a few places, and was barefoot. On either side of her head was a strange wing like ornament. All in all, she looked almost like a fairy. Stupidly, he chuckles, "Are you a fairy?"
She looks at him for a moment and starts laughing. "Maybe." She answers, "I'm really sorry about that. I didn't know that you would be here."
"What do you mean?" Harry asks, looking around for someplace where she might have fallen from, but the wasn't any place.
"Well, I didn't know what would happen." She admits, "Apparently, my spell brought me here. I guess it was just bad luck that it was above you."
"Spell?" Harry questions, looking at her strangely.
"Magic, silly." She chuckles, and Harry stares at her.
'She's crazy.' He decides, "There's no such thing as magic. My Uncle said so."
Now it was her turn to be confused. "No magic?" she says, head cocked slightly to the side and looking at her hand, which was instantly engulfed in flames, "No, there's definitely magic here." She nods, "The ethernano concentration is actually higher than I'm used to."
"Wah!" Harry yells, jumping to his feet and pouring his watering can onto her hand, dousing the fire, "What just happened? How did your hand catch fire?"
She stares at him for a moment, "You really don't know." She determines, looking him in the eye. Somewhere, deep inside, he had a strange feeling. An almost evil presence. Yet he was also kind and considerate. Something wasn't right. There was also a weight that fell down upon her as soon as she realizes it. The power was strong, built upon a powerful sacrifice. But it also exudes love and understanding. 'These things warrant investigation.' She thinks, ignoring Harry's questioning looks, "Well, regardless, I'm Mavis. Mavis Vermillion."
"Harry Potter." He says, shaking her hand, "So, what happened to you hand?"
"Magic." She answers, and before he could stay anything, she creates it again, this time juggling it, "See?"
"How…" Harry gasps as the flames fly around her gently, yet without even seeming to give off heat. Giggling, Mavis throws it at him, and on instinct, he jumps out of the way. The fireball soars past him and lands on the ground where he'd fallen.
As he watches the fire in amazement, he also realizes that the roses had been completely crushed, "Oh god…" he whimpers, "What am I going to do now?"
"What's wrong?' she asks, vanishing the fire with a flick of her wrist and kneeling next to him.
"My Aunt's rose bushes." He mutters, "She said that if anything happened to them again, she'd kill me…"
I see." She nods, looking at the other nearby rose bushes, "Well, since it was my fault, I'll handle it."
Using the magic that Warlod taught her almost a millennium ago, she restores the roses back to their natural state as Harry stares at her in shock.
"BOY!" Uncle Vernon calls from inside the house, "GET IN HERE! ARENT' YOU DONE YET?!"
"Coming Uncle Vernon!" He calls, "Sorry I've got to go."
Before she could say anything, he rushes into the house.
Putting him out of her mind, she takes in everything that she'd learned from that encounter. First. Not all people are aware of magic. Second. That person should be aware of magic, but isn't. Third. Magic is even easier to use here than in Earthland. Somehow, the ethernano concentration is high enough that her ethereal form is actually physical.
With those three things in mind, she plans her first plan. With the thicker concentration of ethernano, it was almost too easy to cast an invisibility spell, keeping her hidden from all eyes. Next, she concentrates on finding nearby magic, and finds a faint trail leading away from the house. Following, she couldn't help but think of that strange boy she'd just met. Harry Potter…
The world was strange. The Mages of this world hid themselves away, behind layers of enchantments designed to repel those without magic. One thing that immediately struck her as strange was the lack of discernible origin usage. Every one of the many mages she saw used a wand to direct the ambient particles of Ethernano in the air, rather than harnessing it within their bodies. The end result being that while they would never become exhausted from using it, they also wouldn't have a chance against the magic she could still feel coursing through her body.
Still concealed beneath her spell, she borrowed a newspaper from a man inside of a grimy pub called the Leaky Cauldron and went to work memorizing all that she could, sorting it into information that she should learn as soon as possible.
The first thing she memorized was the date. July thirty-first, nineteen eighty-seven. Then she discarded some info, mainly a piece on the slight change in potion ingredient prices and other barely relevant information, leaving her with only the important parts.
The leader of this magical world was the Minister for magic, a man by the name of Cornelius fudge. Despite that, it was a man called Albus Dumbledore that was featured most prominently. In the single picture of the man with a long white beard, she could tell that he was not a man to trifle with. Other things worth knowing included a governmental body called the Wizengomot, which was apparently the court system quite similarly to the Magic council of her time.
One thing, however, that came as a surprise to her was a single, one paragraph note on the fifth page.
We at the Daily Prophet wish Mr. Harry Potter a very fine birthday. Mr. Potter has not been seen since the tragedy of October Thirty-first of nineteen eighty-one, in which both of his parents were killed. However, Albus Dumbledore assures us that Mr. Potter is being raised safely at an undisclosed location, citing the possibility of Death Eater reprisal following the downfall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Her mind immediately started analyzing everything she knew, both about from the paper, and her short meeting with the boy. The boy was called away by his uncle, thus implying that he lived with them, rather than his parents. Judging from the pictures of James and Lily Potter, they certainly appeared that they could be the boy's parents. James was almost a mirror image of him. The only differences were his eyes (Which though the color was not shown in the grayscale image, were the same shape as Lily's) and the scar on his forehead.
Deciding to test her theory, she placed the newspaper back on the table next to the drunken man and slipped soundlessly out of the bar. She used a small amount of speed magic and before long she was back in front of the house where she'd met him. Rather than bothering him, she waited in the back yard, hoping to talk to him when he came back out.
Night fell, and she considered waiting until morning, possible creating a makeshift shelter with her magic when she heard a loud slap and a screech of pain coming from inside the house. Peering into the window, she gasps as an obese man was whipping Harry Potter with a belt while a fat boy about Harry's age smirked and a long necked woman didn't even notice. Anger filled her as she walks over to the door and rips it open, making the inhabitants of the house jump.
"Who the bloody hell are you?!" the obese man growls as he turns towards her.
"My name is Mavis Vermillion." She says angrily as her magic went slightly out of control, "And you have five seconds to explain yourself before I really lose my temper."
Things aren't looking so good for the durselys... the question is will vernon choke out an excuse within the five second window of survival? You'll find out eventually... hopefully soon. As always, feedback is welcome, good or bad, but no outright flames. It's a waste of my time and yours, so just don't flame.