Note: I do not own Fairy Tail or Harry Potter, and this story is written for entertainment purpose only.

PREVIEW CHAPTER

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 1994

"SHADOW DRAGON'S ROAR!"

A large explosion suddenly occurred in the arena, as the most dangerous of the four dragons that had been brought for the Triwizard Tournament's First Task, the Hungarian Horntail, had been subdued, as the powerful blast of energy, which left a dent on the ground where it passed, hit it full forced, knocking it out, or at least almost knocking it out, as the dragon, despite being taken and unable to move, was still conscious, its two reptilian eyes focused on the one who had managed to subdue her, her face contorted into what would seem like a frown of annoyance.

"WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT!" the commentator, Ludo Bagman. "IT SEEMS AS IF OUR YOUNGEST CHAMPION IS QUICKEST TO GET THE EGG! WELL DONE MR. POTTER!"

Yes, the man was indeed pleased. With the success of the young man, he was one step closer to his goal, which is winning his bet against his playmates, aka fellow gamblers. Unfortunately, despite all his attempts to cheat them, he had been unsuccessful. After all, goblins were cunning creatures whose intelligence was not to be underestimated.

And the same could be said for most of the audience, who were cheering the champion on with for such a spectacular performance. Before, it was only his fellow Ravenclaws who had been supporting him, due to the belief that he had cheated his way in. Now, however, the rest of Hogwarts, save for a select few, particularly two groups, one from Slytherin and another from Gryffindor, were now behind him just as much as they were with the Hufflepuff Champion, Cedric Diggory. Even the students from the visiting schools were clapping their hands for him.

Ironically, among the few who were not pleased with his performance, were the Heads of their Respective Schools. Madame, Maxime, the Headmistress of Beauxbatons, had a shocked look on her face. Igor Karkaroff, on the other hand, had a calculating expression. Inwardly, he approved of the boy, who, based from what he had just seen, had the potential to become a powerful wizard, perhaps, even greater than Grindelwald or the Dark Lord. However, he was from a rival school, and therefore, he shoved these thoughts away, determined to help and favour his own Champion.

And speaking of being a potential Dark Wizard, this was the exact thought that was whirling around the Head of a certain, manipulative, yet with good intentions at heart (from his personal perspective at least), white-haired old man, who was the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Leader of Light, Albus Dumbledore, who was believed (and said rumours were true to an extent) to be the only person who He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named be named ever feared, and he was certainly not pleased about it.

And as he looked at the fourteen year old boy, who was currently wrapped in an embrace by a silver-haired female, he could not help but sigh. True, he had already guessed that she, as well as her magic's nature, was the reason why the boy, despite the affinity of magic the Headmaster suspected he possessed, had not gone dark, but he still could not be sure, if it could remain that way in the future.

ROAR

Suddenly, however, he was brutally brought out from his reverie, as the people in the audience screamed. For the dragons, which were supposed to be being handled by the dragon tamers, had escaped, and all three were now flying around in circles menacingly, causing panic, as the crowd immediately began stampeding away from the arena, while a few, including Ministry Officials and the dragon tamers, started firing hexes at the dragons, to no avail.

"EVERYONE, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" the commentator, Ludo Bagman screamed, as the Hungarian Horntail, which was supposed to have been knocked unconscious, flew past him.

Normally, Dumbledore would have immediately taken authority, and with his great magical prowess, would have joined his fellow Heads of schools in assisting in the capture of the dragons. However, after a few moments of observation, he decided not to, and instead, discreetly produced a wide radius Advanced Shield Charm, to block the attacks to protect, not the wizards from the dragons' 'assault', but the dragons from the wizards' spells.

For he was not a fool, not to notice, that the dragons, oddly enough, were not being hostile. True, they were flying around threateningly, but they had not done anything, they did not breathe fire, nor did they chomp on any in the audience. As far as the old man, could tell, they were simply trying to scare people. Yes, it was odd, for vicious dragons, to behave in that fashion.

And now that he thought about it, said dragons had been behaving oddly from the beginning, if the fact that none of the Champions had been injured was any indication. It was strange, but the worst injury in the First was actually a sprained ankle, since the other Hogwarts Champion, Cedric Diggory, tripped on his way to get the egg, which should have a perfect opportunity for the Common Welsh Green, which was only a few meters a way to burn him into ashes, crush him under its weight and several other options. Instead, despite the near-point blank range, when the dragon breathed fire, it missed the mark by a longshot. Strange indeed.

However, Dumbledore had reason to believe he knew exactly why they acted that way, as well as who was responsible for it.

For in the corner of his eye, which he enhanced with his magic, he could see that a certain silver-haired female was smirking to herself, as she saluted the Swedish Short Snout, waving cheerfully at it, which, shockingly enough, saluted back in return, while the Boy-Who-Lived was palming himself in the face, clearly not happy with his female friend's antics, while their two flying cat companions mirrored the action of their partner.

Eventually, the dragons, apparently tired of the game, started flying away, but before they did, they breathed fire into the air, crisscrossing across the sky, until the flames formed two words, words, which only Dumbledore, due to his knowledge in various languages, could understand, was written in Japanese.

THANK YOU, YOUNG DRAGONS

And as he read the message, the Headmaster's eyes narrowed slightly, as he started stroking his beard.. Yes, he had already known, that the two of them, not just the son of Lily and James Potter, but also his female friend, were unique. They possessed a type of magic, which, despite Dumbledore being sure of their affinity, he does not fully comprehend. And now, he had just gotten information from an unexpected source, which happened to be a rather well-executed, and wide area-of-effect prank. For as far as Dumbledore's memory served, with this particular act, the girl had already surpassed all the best pranksters, even the Marauders, in this profession.

"ALBUS! WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING JUST SITTING THERE!"

Still, the old man decided that it would be best to put this information off for later. Much as he wanted to delve on it immediately, he had plenty of other responsibilities, and right now, one of them would be clearing up the situation. Sighing once again, the old wizard drew himself into his full height, as he decided to handle the situation, his voice full of authority as he spoke, while he made a mental note to talk to the ones who he knew were the ones who incited it.

It was mess, he knew it, and as the host school of the Triwizard Tournament, it was his job to ensure that everything was set in order, which he knew, given what happened, would be very difficult.

Especially since a notorious female journalist with a crocodile skin bag, whose name was Rita Skeeter was present, unable to hide the ecstacy on her face, as her Quick-Quotes Quill wrote furiously on a piece of parchment.

AUTHOR'S NOTES

Alright, this is the introductory chapter for my Harry Potter and Fairy Tail Crossover fic, and this time, I will try making use of a slightly different writing style, just slightly.

Now, here are the facts spread out for this particular fic.

Firstly, in this fic, Harry Potter is Rogue Cheney, the Shadow Dragon Slayer and he was raised by the Shadow Dragon Skiedrum. However, there will a lot of differences compared Canon. For unlike Canon Rogue, this Rogue, while he may have met Gajeel, did not join Saber Tooth, as he was transported back to Earth before he could, as to how it happened, or how he got to Fiore and back to Earth in the first place, that would be for later.

Second, Sting will not be in this fic. Instead, it will be someone else who was raised by a White Dragon, and it's a girl, and she and Rogue/Harry had been friends for years. As for her name, I'm still thinking about it.

Thirdly, the dragons of HP Universe, while I will not make much changes, will be slightly different, and since they had not been focused upon in Harry Potter Canon, and merely considered as mindless brutes, I'm making a bit of change. Yeah, they're nothing compared to the Dragons in Fairy Tail Universe, but their level of intelligence... well, it was never elaborated much upon, so I'll be doing a bit of tinkering. Dragons will not simply be mindless animals.

Fourthly, as to what year this story will start, you'll find out later in the next chapter.

Yes, so they never met the members of Fairy Tail Tenrou team, etc. So the Canon Arcs of FT do no apply.

As for killing their parent dragons though... I'll make a flashback on that, and it will certainly be different. And also, as to what age Harry was transported to Fairy Tail World, well, that will also be revealed in the succeeding chapters, in the form of flashbacks.

Anyway, that's just about it for now. Hope you like this story.

And like always, I hope you enjoy reading this chapter. Later then, people.