Synopsis: When the paths of an amortal and immortal cross, one life is changed forever. Harry Potter, the famous Boy-Who-Lived, is discovered by an amortal spirit, who sends him to another world to escape the abuse of the Dursleys and begin a new life in Fiore.
Warnings: Child abuse, mentions of rape
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fairy Tail, nor any recognisable characters, arcs, or places.
This is my first fanfiction, so please excuse any mistakes. Please RR if possible.
Chapter Two: Galuna Island And Phantom
Harry had gotten to Galuna Island to find the entire place in a state of confusion. The demonic residents had recently discovered that they had always, in fact, been demons, and had been confused by Harry's appearance.
Harry was quick to note he had come due to miscommunication within the guild, having believed the Request to still be active when it, in fact, wasn't.
Harry had luckily had the foresight to ask Malum to use some of his magic to make it appear as though he had a Fairy Tail mark until it was no longer needed.
After collecting some supplies and remaining long enough to add some new spells to his arsenal, Harry departed to find those pesky Fairy Tail Mages.
So, he went with his nose and followed the stench of Dragon Slayer Magic off the island and all the way to Magnolia Town, to a house down a pleasant street with a little canal down the middle, to a house with noise pouring from every inch of it.
He sighed and sat down nearby, the fake Fairy Tail mark on his neck stark in the moonlight.
He had not expected the attack when it came.
Gajeel had been targeting the small girl with the blue hair and followers originally, thinking they would make the perfect spectacle for the stupid Fairies to wake up to.
Then he had seen the child, a boy of an unknown age, sitting in the middle of the street with his eyes closed and his pretentious little mark on his neck for all to see.
He had been unable to identify the type of magic user the boy was, but he was powerful.
He leapt down with a grin and was upon the child in seconds, trying his best to knock him out quickly to prevent a struggle, while shoving some iron in the boy's mouth to silence any screaming. The boy didn't scream, or make a sound at all, struggling against him frantically.
His body began to light up, flashes of scars and marks that Gajeel did not recognise.
He hurriedly smashed the child's head back against the wall, hoping to knock him unconscious before whatever magic the kid was using lashed out. He had a feeling he didn't want to feel the wrath of the boy upon him.
He relaxed when the boy went limp, frowning down at him, taking in his features and scars. The boy appeared to be about five or six but was definitelyolder, which Gajeel knew simply by his smell. The boy used a lost magic of sorts, he was sure.
He was covered in old bruises and scars, clearly from before his time at Fairy Tail and was clearly starved. Something wasn't right here.
He threw the boy over his shoulder nonetheless, smirking to himself. He hurried back to Phantom, taking the boy with him, instead of hanging him as he had originally planned. He didn't believe the boy would survive such an experience, not from his size. He seemed too... Fragile.
It almost made Gajeel feel bad about kidnapping him.
Almost.
When Harry woke up it was dark. He pulled on his limbs experimentally and found them bound in heavy chains. He growled inaudibly and began to struggle desperately, green eyes glowing.
"Do calm down, child, we won't hurt you." A voice urged. Harry only struggled more, fear clouding his thoughts.
A sigh.
"Sorrowful." Said the same voice, followed by crying.
Harry struggled harder, his mind unwillingly forcing him back three years earlier.
"FREAK!" Uncle Vernon screamed, thundering over to him angrily, purple in the face with the vein in his temple throbbing visibly.
"HOW DARE YOU! YOU LOST ME A PROMOTION!" He roared, stumbling slightly as he grabbed Harry by the hair and dragged him out of the safety of his cupboard.
Harry could smell the alcohol on him and it scared him.
"I've been waiting forever to this, little shit." He muttered, knocking Harry's head into the wall thrice to knock him out.
Harry woke again, soaking wet and shaking, tied up in the basement, spread-eagle and naked as the day he was born.
Uncle Vernon had been standing there, staring at him with a sneer, also in the nude.
That had been the first night he had raped Harry.
The next night had been the first time he'd loaned Harry to somebody else, specifically his boss, to get him that promotion Harry had lost him.
Harry was shaking and sobbing, memories washing over him, still weakly trying to pull out of the chains holding him.
"Vernon, the neighbours have been complaining, you're too loud with the freak." Aunt Petunia complained to Vernon.
Harry whined lowly inside his cupboard, his wrists and ankles still bound form night after night of visits.
"No problem, pet, I'll sort it out." Vernon said gently, bashing his fist against the cupboard door. "You hear that, freak, you're being too loud. We'll just have to shut you up then." He sneered.
That night, Vernon dragged Harry from the cupboard and to the car, tying his limbs tighter and gagging him.
For a hefty price, a backstreet veterinary surgeon had removed Harry's vocal chords. Part of that price, of course, was a night with the boy.
Harry struggled more.
"Non, non, non, this is not good, Aria-sama." A voice, accented in French, spoke, sounding a little distressed.
Harry began to hyperventilate, all knowledge of magic and his powers leaving him in that moment, until some of it began working.
A non verbal Patronus was the rarest of magics, as it not only required a happy memory but emotion. While Harry's memories were anything but happy at that point in time, his fear urged the lion Patronus out of him.
The ethereal lion roared at the occupants of the room, two men and a woman, pouncing forwards as if to attack.
The smaller man gasped and ran back, while the other two held position.
"It is harmless." Came the woman's emotionless voice.
Harry had now gone limp in the bonds, slowly slipping back out of consciousness in exhaustion, the fake Fairy Tail mark on his neck fading away with the Patronus.
"He isn't one of them." Was the last thing he heard, coming from the larger man in utter shock.
Harry woke up again on edge. Without even checking his own position, he cast a spell.
'Spirit's Guide: Aasim's Freedom Blast!' He thought, grinning when a blast of energy destroyed the bonds holding him and he fell to the floor.
He didn't stop running until he was out in the open air, looking down in shock.
The building was a giant bloody robot.
He winced as he looked around, seeing people littered around in various states of health.
With a sigh, he headed for the head of the robot, hoping to shut whatever this thing was down before it completed the ominous looking spell.
He stared in shock, however, at two Dragon Slayers fighting, a Celestial Mage cowering in the corner with a man in a horse suit.
If he could, he would have sworn violently at the sight.
As it was, he cast.
He cast his sword and shield, which he had conjured upon escaping, towards the poor girl standing to the sidelines hoping not to get killed so she could better defend herself and got the hell out of there. He wanted to help, but there were more people he needed to help than some reckless dragon slayer and his girlfriend.
He landed on the ground in almost perfect timing as everything began shaking. The Guild Masters were fighting.
'EARTH REJOICE!' He cast, his palm on the ground. The quaking earth stilled and flowers began to grow from the small cracks between the brickwork of the ground.
Healing magic hit those badly injured by the shades, aiding them and giving them strength.
'Beast's White Claws!' Glowing white claws erupted from his hands and feet and he lunged at the nearest Shade, ripping it to pieces with the light magic claws.
Malum had said he wanted him to join Fairy Tail.
Well, he was joining Fairy Tail.
In battle.
He grinned to himself and attacked another shade, ignoring the protests and confusion from the Fairy Tail members.
He continued until he was knocked to the floor by a blinding light as Master Makarov invoked Fairy Law.
His own powers were being depleted by the spell, though he wasn't sure why, maybe it was because he was an unknown party, and Makarov was eliminating those who may hurt his guild. Since he was an unknown, he could, so the spell would affect him, just not at its full capacity.
He relaxed, just a bit, when the spell wore off, letting himself fall for a mere moment, before he dragged himself up, going to hide while the Fairy Tail members celebrated their victory.
He looked down at his hands, sighing when he noticed his nails were no longer there. He forgot that could happen if the White Claws didn't wear off naturally and were destroyed by magic.
That would need bandaging, he didn't want any infections, not this early after leaving Malum. The motherly beast would never let him leave again if he returned injured.
He allowed himself a small smile as he watched the Fairy Tail members celebrate, the blonde girl he'd given his sword crying while her guild members comforted and hugged her.
He wondered briefly what that felt like, to be hugged. He supposed it felt nice...
Sighing, he slipped further away, not hearing them asking about who he had been.
Lucy stared at the sword and shield lying next to her bed, then looked back at the letter she had been writing with a sigh.
She was concerned about the boy she'd seen. He'd given her a means of protection in case Natsu or Gajeel got a bit out of hand, and she'd ended up using the shield to protect herself from carnage at some point and had noticed it wasn't made of iron, and upon closer inspection she found that it was made of a scale of some sorts and the sword of a bone or some sorts.
Others had seen him also, he had gone to the ground and stopped the earthquake that had started when the Masters began fighting and had even destroyed several of the Shades with an unknown spell.
Apparently, if it weren't for him, Bisca would have been killed by one.
She sighed again, contemplating leaving, and whether or not to take the sword and shield with her.
She stood up with a sigh and, picking up the sword, just in case, she headed out of the door and towards the train station.
Harry sat again outside the apartment that was usually loud, and watched the girl, Lucy, he believed her name to be, leave it silently.
Sighing, he began to walk to the Fairy Tail building, which was being reconstructed currently.
"Little Mage, you're being reckless."
Harry grinned up at the lion who had appeared beside him and hugged him.
Aasim smiled, resting his head on the boy's shoulder lightly.
"Fairy Tail, aye? I've a friend there. Mind if I tag along." He asked Harry, who nodded enthusiastically. "Wonderful. Climb upon my back." He said.
Harry did so with a grin.
Over the two years Harry had been in Fiore, Aasim had made an effort to visit and check up on them, even offering more learning. It was his new assigned job, Harry had discovered, to protect and care for him.
So, the two ventured on to Fairy Tail to meet Aasim's old friend and see if any of them remembered Harry.
