Disclaimer – Props to J.K for the characters and the idea. The concept for the story and faerie are MINE! ( mwahahahahahaha…ha)

Authors note: Hi there this is the first time I'm writing a fan fiction so go easy on me. No idea where the story came from but here it is. Do enjoy reading it! Reviews would be greatly appreciated.

Prologue

Lighting struck dramatically in the background as relentless rain poured down of the wizarding world. Inside a large building many wizards and other magical creatures anxiously rushed around to complete the tasks that had been assigned to them. An incident with a wizard turning a muggle into a teapot, complaints of dysfunctional Floo networks, a sour batch of Polly juice potion…. and so the list went on slowly being added to as the day progressed. Many feared that there would never be an end to it and it seemed Fate had taken on the task of making sure these fears were answered in the most unfortunate and frustrating ways. The sound of their steps on the cold floor was like a steady drum beat echoing through the ministry, like an odd lullaby maybe ….well for those who enjoyed the sound of heels being worn down anyway. Quite surprisingly there was something that very much enjoyed the sound, something that mostly woke when wizards could finally hang up their robes and retire to the comfort of their beds. Something located in place in where the clanking of heels on the hard ground did not occur, somewhere where a tiny creature's chest fell up and down steadily.

In the far reaches of the ministry of magic where cob-webs were known to inhabit corners and pages had begun to yellow after many years of unnoticed existence that very faerie stirred. Yawning ever so shamelessly as it thanked merlin for the slumber it had been so enthralled in. Don't let him fool you though, his slacking ability was not in fact because of merlin but the faeries uncanny ability to avoid work like it was the plague. But of course this was not his fault. I mean what could he do when his superiors were merciless dictators who worked innocent little faeries to the bone? Well… perhaps not to the bone but he would tell you so.

You see this Faerie was as lazy and incompetent as they came, which was funny because his superiors hardly gave him enough work to flaunt his idiocy but he seemed to manage it quite well anyway. Putting a document or two away would be seen as slave labor in the beady eyes of Tan-tan, actually simply being awake was seen as a fate crueler than death. He blinked open his eyes and beat his transparent water-proof wings, which immediately sent him up into the air. He sighed, twirling happily with the grace of a muggle ballerina. He then landed back on the chair he had been a sleep in only a few moments ago, giggling happily as he rested once more. Ah rest! Something that far suppressed magic, he would tell his co-workers on days when he was slacking off. Which I assure you was every day. (Of course his co-workers couldn't care less about his opinion on things. In fact they made a show of ignoring him whenever he was going to say something he thought profound.)Yet… he had not been sacked, why this was exactly I am not sure, but it may have had something to do with the fact that he was the son of the head of the department.

The department of what? Oh wonderful writer. You ask, and rightly so because many of you have probably not heard of it and if you have well….let's hope you took the news well.

It is a small department with only five workers or so with offices about the size of the-boy-who-lived's closet (Which did not bother them so much seeing that most of them were fairies and thus very tiny).Most did not know of it and if they did they chose to ignore it in fear that someday someone from the department would come knocking on their door. What the department did however, I will leave for you to decipher.

Whatever it did I think we can safely say that Tan-tan was not very good at it. So it was probably not a good Idea to give him the task of delivering life –altering news to a wizard at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Tan-tan creased his brows as he tried to think of who the wizard was exactly, slowly little fragments of his earlier conversation came to him.

"Tan-tan, I need you to deliver this"

"Hmmm…..ah oh it's my day off today, give it to Freddy."

"It's been your day off for a week now Tan-tan if you don't deliver this, the head sais he'll fire you."

This got our little faeries attention.

"Fire me you say…ok well what is it." He said blankly staring at his irritated co-worker. He definitely could not get fired not to mention all the unthinkable damage that would do back home. Tan-tan cringed at the thought having to sit through endless hours of his father looking at him with irritated and disappointed eyes.

"You need to take this to Hogwarts and break the news to the boy." said the other faerie unwisely handing it to Tan-tan.

"Hogwarts huh? There have been quite a few from there … maybe it's Dumbledore. The old coot could be influencing the student you know."

The other Faerie sighed quite visibly and rolled its eyes.

"Not that I'm not enjoying your dismal attempt at intelligence but I have other things that need attending to. So here, give this to Seamus of Gryffindor house, understand?"

Tan-tan frowned obviously not impressed with the comment. He ripped the letter out of the faerie hand and stared at it willing it to disappear and leave him to his sleep.

"Fine…." He said sighing

Perhaps if he did not have the attention span of a goldfish Tan-tan would have remembered the name, perhaps if a certain wizard could exist without finding themselves in some sort of trouble these events might not have occurred. But unfortunately (or fortunately however you choose to view it) neither was in the slightest true. Much to the relief of Seamus (who only got the letter two years after he left Hogwarts and was far more mature to deal with the news)

Tan-tan banged his head on his desk quite accurately mimicking the behavior of a certain large eared house and blew a strand of hair out of his tiny angular face. Then something caught his eye. A faerie-sized newspaper with moving pictures was sprawled over his unkempt desk. He lifted up the daily prophet expectantly and stared at the picture not even bothering to read the title, instead he stared at the face of a boy whose hair was just about as messy as his desk.

"Harry potter huh? He attends Hogwarts doesn't he? Yeah...That could have been the name. hmmmm He does look like he is in denial about something…. Oh well worst that could happen is that I'm wrong and have to spend eternity trying to convince the boy… ok off I go then." Said Tan-tan spring up out of his comfy chair and into the cold night where the rain was still beating down mercilessly.

And that dear reader is how Harry Potter's life was ruined forever .