AN: So a moderate response to the last chapter, enough to get out another chapter of it, but not yet fully commit. Either way here is the first official chapter, I hope you enjoy it and review.
Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fairy Tail.
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(Last Time)
"Well even spirits need to have a little fun." Mavis chirped, a grin on her face as she saw the first of the Fairy Tail wizards make it onto land, only for them all to separate into pairs and then disappear into the undergrowth, heading down one of seven different routes, each of which had a glowing number above it, a number that disappeared once a pair had entered, a glowing blue barrier springing up behind them and blocking the entrance as they did so.
"Alright then let's go watch, I want to see what happens." Harry then replied enthusiastically, Mavis grinning along, both of them eager to see what kind of chaos was about to unfold.
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Unknown to the two of them, several miles from the coast of Tenrou, a large, black airship flew through the air, its magic powered engines flaring as it made rapid progress to its destination, the symbol of a thorny heart clear for all to see on the side of its hull.
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Chapter 1
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(On Tenrou Island)
"So, you're not even going to try and help them are you?" Mavis asked accusingly as she floated in front of Harry, her hands on her hips and a petulant scowl on her face as she stared the dark haired wizard down, green eyes meeting green eyes in a battle of wills.
"Hey now, I am just going with the path of none interference. After all, they will never grow up to be big strong wizards if people like me have to step in every time they get a boo boo, I would have thought a former Guild Master like you would have known that?" Harry replied easily, as he lay back on the emerald green grass, a contented sigh leaving his lips as he felt the sun beating down upon him.
"They're getting attacked by a Dark Guild!" Mavis replied, throwing her arms up in exasperation as she did so.
"Exactly, they need to get used to shit like this, if they want to become real wizards!" Harry replied nonchalantly. "Why I was half their age when I killed my first Dark Wizard." Harry then continued, his mind drifting back to how he had burned his teacher, Professor Quirrel, alive with his bare hands in his first year. Sometimes it was a wonder he grew up to be as well rounded as he was.
"This is somewhat different, I mean the Dark Guild have an airship and a small army." Mavis replied, gesturing towards the hovering airship as she did so. The of them looking over to the airship as they did so, and noticing that the current Master of Fairy Tail, Master Makarov, was now confronting the airship.
The small, old man's body growing to a colossal size as he used his Titan Magic, his eyes two orbs of pure golden light as he grew to about fifty metres in height, his body now ripped, like a body builders, and his face contorting into a rictus of rage as he bodily blocked the oncoming airship from approaching Fairy Tail's sacred island, or at least approaching it more than they already had.
It was as he was doing this, that Makarov let loose a deafening threat as he glared at the oncoming airship, before he then lashed out with his fist and shattered one side of the airship.
"See, this is what I was worried about. I mean they were brought to Tenrou to take part in the Guild's S-Class trials, because they were deemed to be that strong and experienced. To mollycoddle them now would do them no favours." Harry said airily as he sat up, and watched the ongoing confrontation in interest, impressed by the amount of raw magic he could feel emanating off of Makarov.
"The Guild members are all tired, I mean we've just watched them all facing off against one another, or at least most of them did!" Mavis replied, referencing the first part of the trials that they had watched, such as how the Water Mage, Juvia, and the Takeover mage, Lisanna, had taken on Erza Scarlet in a two on one fight, and lost. Or like how the other Takeover mage, Elfman, and his partner Evergreen had taken on Mirajane, and narrowly scraped a victory.
Either way, she did make a good point, after all the majority of the Fairy Tail wizards had fought, mainly against each other, before the Dark Guild arrived, with their fully rested, and fully prepared Dark Wizards, including nine particularly powerful presences that Harry and Mavis were able to sense, one of which had arrived on the island earlier than the others.
As if in answer to Mavis's comment, Harry could see a large, golden coloured magical circle appearing under the partially destroyed airship, before, in front of his very own eyes he saw the ship pull its self-back together, the damage Makarov caused it reversing, as if someone had cast a massively overpowered 'reparo charm', one which fixed both mundane objects and the magical ones.
Harry blinked in surprise at that, before he looked back to Mavis.
"Ok, I'll give you that much." Harry replied with a sigh, before he looked over at Makarov again when he felt another surge in magical power, and saw that he was now holding a ball of intense golden light in the palms of his giant hand. "Hey Mavis, isn't that your original spell, Fairy Law?"
"Hmm?" Mavis hummed curiously, as she turned around, only to then grin gleefully. "Oh yes, yes it is. I wonder how he learned that?"
"You're not bothered?" Harry asked curiously, pushing himself to his feet now, not certain himself how much he would appreciate someone copying one of his original spells.
"Not at all, as the Guild Master it's only right he knows one of the three Grand Fairy Spells I created!" Mavis replied with a grin, her arms crossed in front of her in satisfaction.
"Does that mean you're finally going to teach it to me?" Harry asked, a slight grin on his face now.
"I'm sorry, are you the Fairy Tail Guild Master?" Mavis asked curiously, a finger resting delicately on her chin.
"Well, no…" Harry replied tentatively.
"Well then, no…" Mavis chirped back at him, a big smile on her face. "Not unless you help the rest of the Guild!?"
Harry sighed at that.
Before he could respond though, he suddenly looked back to the airship, his eyes widening as he felt an intense, dark magical power radiating from the airship. His eyes narrowing when they picked out a tall, grey haired, grey bearded man standing on the deck of the airship, an intense ball of purple magic in his own hands, one similar to Fairy Law, but a lot darker, and a lot more intense.
"Hmm, I may take you up on that offer." Harry replied, his brow furrowing in concern now, his previously jovial attitude disappearing as he felt the strength and intensity of the magic the man held. Realising as he did so, that this might be far more dangerous than a little Guild fight, one Fairy Tail would have had the home ground advantage against.
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(A few minutes earlier with Makarov)
Makarov Dreyar, the current Third Master of the Fairy Tail Guild was absolutely livid as he stood tall directly before the enemy airship, already using his Titan Magic to grow to a colossal size as he towered over the island, his eyes two orbs of glowing, golden power as he glared at the enemy on his doorstep.
"This is your last warning, leave now and never come back! If you do not, you shall feel the true wrath of Fairy Tail!" Makarov bellowed angrily, his voice echoing across the island, and alerting all those who didn't know that they were in danger, that they were in danger. Though considering the red danger flare that had been sent up earlier he doubted that that was many, especially since battle seemed to have already been joined with the Dark Guild attacking them, Grimoire Heart.
A few moments after Makarov's ultimatum, when the airship showed no signs of stopping, or retreating, its magic powered engines instead letting out a roar, as it increased it instead, speeding up rather than stopping or turning back.
Seeing this Makarov's furious look intensified, before without any hesitation, he then lashed out, slamming his boat sized fist down on the port side of the airship with a furious bellow, one which echoed across the island.
Moments later, the armoured side of the magic vessel was shattered to pieces, the rest of the airship starting to fall from the air as it did so. Large chunks of the hull falling from the sky in a shower of shrapnel.
Makarov smiled viciously as he saw this, pulling his fist back as he did, before he then prepared to go for a finishing blow, his hands clasped above his head, as he readied himself to bring them down like a hammer, and swat the remnants of the airship from the sky as he did so.
Abruptly, however, the aircraft then fixed itself before his eyes, its engines flaring as it levelled off, all the physical damage Makarov had caused before fixing itself in moments, until within seconds it was back in near immaculate condition. It was as if time itself had reversed, and made it as it had been before Makarov had gone on the offensive.
'What is this?' Makarov thought furiously, as he lowered his fists, acknowledging now that blunt force would not be effective, not if there was someone on board that ship who could repair the damage he caused in seconds, using either Time Magic, or some kind of Repairing Magic.
Unfortunately though, before Makarov could come up with another solution, he was distracted when he saw a lone wizard shoot out of the airship, a powerful one from what he could sense.
Narrowing his eyes at this, Makarov noticed that the man looked like some kind of an anthropomorphic goat, only one with a great deal of magic, and a jetpack…
Twisting around Makarov could see that the Dark Wizard was heading for the island, and that he was somehow carrying a vast number of his comrades as he did so, no doubt making use of some obscure magic he knew to do so.
Instantly Makarov assumed that this wizard's purpose was to drop off his comrades in order to begin an all-out assault on the island, and on the Fairy Tail Guild. Twisting round Makarov could only glare as the goat like wizard shot past his reach, a number of orbs falling from him as he flew over the island, these orbs glowing as they fell before they turned into a whole assortment of Dark Wizards. The enemy now having well and truly infested the island.
Growling as he saw this, Makarov decided to trust in his children, the members of his Guild, to deal with the invaders, whilst he dealt with the airship, and the several intensely powerful magical signatures he could feel on it, personally.
"You can attempt to run away all you like, but there's no longer any way for you to escape." Makarov boomed out as he turned back on the airship, only to see it had now come to a halt just in front of him.
Glaring at this, Makarov brought his two hands together and pulled out what he hoped would be his trump card, so he could destroy the airship and then go assist his children in mopping up the Dark Wizards now infesting their island.
It was as he was doing this, that an intense orb of golden light began to shine brightly between his palms, the orb of light holding such vast amounts of magical energy that it was truly staggering, as he prepared to unleash Fairy Law, one of the Guild's most powerful spells, and one which would hopefully wipe the airship and its occupants from existence.
It was as he was doing this though, that a lone figure stepped outside the Grimoire Heart airship, the man in question being a tall, well-built man, one who had shoulder length grey hair, a long grey beard and an eyepatch covering his left eye, adding to the cruelty of his expression.
The man in question currently wearing a long cloak with the Grimoire Heart crest on it, as well as a large horned helmet, as he came to a holt on the airships foredeck, his expression hard as he stood opposite of the colossal Makarov.
Looking at him, Makarov wasn't entirely sure at first who the man was, but either way it didn't matter. If he was an enemy of Fairy Tail, then he'd be obliterated along with the rest of his comrades, all of whom had dared to attack the Guild on their sacred island.
"So you'd try and annihilate us all right of the bat, eh, boy?!" The grey haired man asked, his tone aged, but still strong, and full of huge amounts of confidence and authority.
In an instant, the man then took the same stance as Makarov, his hands extended as he too began to his magic between his palms, a grim looking passing across the man's face as he gathered an immense amount of purple coloured, dark magical energy between the palms of his hands.
Makarov eyes widened as he saw this, his expression becoming tighter when he heard the familiar tone of the man's voice, one he recognised from his youth, back when he had been a loud mouth brat in Fairy Tail, the Fairy Tail led by the Guild Master at the time, the Second Master, Precht.
Reading Makarov's expression, the man continued to craft his own spell, Grimoire Law, a bastardized, dark version of Fairy Law, the man smiling as he did so. His single visible eye gleaming manically as he saw that Makarov had recognised him.
"It's been a while, hasn't it… boy?!" Precht, the former Guild Master of Fairy Tail asked, his tone mocking as he used the word 'boy' more like an insult, than a term of resigned endearment like he had when he had still been the Master of the Fairy Tail Guild.
"Master Precht… is it really you?!" Makarov replied, almost losing control of his spell, at the shock of his realisation.
"I go by the name of Hades now, the Guild Master of the Dark Guild, Grimoire Heart. However, that's beside the point for the moment, I'm afraid…" Hades replied with dark amusement, the magical power between the palm of his hands surging as he did so. "Now you'd best back down while you still can, boy! If Grimoire Law clashes with Fairy Law, the resulting blast would scar the landscape permanently and turn all you see before you into a hellish wasteland!"
Makarov glared furiously at Precht as he heard that, before grudgingly the Third Master of Fairy Tail heeded the words of the former Second Master, now turned Dark Wizard and enemy. Both of the powerful Guild Masters releasing their control on their spells, and dispersing the two orbs of magic, absorbing the magic back into themselves as they did so.
However, Hades showed himself more prepared than Makarov, because as they both dismissed their respective magic attacks, the Dark Wizard, without any hesitation thrust both of his hands out, a magic circle forming in front of each, even as two chains, crafted of pure magical energy, shot forth. The two white chains of magic striking Makarov and tearing into his shoulders, causing a cry of shock to erupt from the gigantic man's mouth.
Then without another word, Hades whipped his hands round, his magical power surging as he sent Makarov's colossal titan form tumbling back down onto Tenrou's surface, the force of the attack and the surprise of it knocking the powerful wizard out of the form, as he shrank back to his normal size, that of a barely three foot old man, with tufts of white hair protruding from the sides of his head and a bushy moustache.
Pushing himself to his feet, Makarov then glared back up at the airship, his dark eyes flashing with barely contained anger as he saw the former Second Master landing on the forest floor some dozen or so metres away. An obvious smirk on the now taller man's face as the two wizards faced off against each other. The two men who had once both mentor and mentee, and later friends, both preparing to fight.
Shifting round, a hint of nervousness began to rise up in Makarov, as he looked at the supposedly dead Second Master, a man who must now be well over one hundred years old, but still looked to be in his late fifties.
Almost instantly Makarov could feel the sheer amount of magical power he possessed, power that was backed up by over a century of experience and practise. The man having already been beyond S-Class level when he had been the Guild Master, forty some odd years ago. With him likely being many times more powerful now, especially since he had apparently now become a Dark Wizard, and immersed himself in the blackest of magics.
"This brings back memories, doesn't it… boy?" Hades asked, using the nickname that he knew Makarov despised as he crossed his arms in front of him, his dark cloak billowing about him, as if caught in a phantom wind as he glared at the shorter man with his single visible eye.
"Precht… what in hell is going on?!" Makarov demanded harshly, still confused about how the man in front of him was alive, and more importantly why he was attack the sacred island of the Guild he had once led, and loved.
Hades's eyes flashed dangerously at that, before without any warning he sent another glowing white chain exploding from the palm of his hand and across the battlefield, where it then latched it onto Makarov.
Following which Hades then sent Makarov, one of the countries ten Wizard Saints, and one of the most powerful wizards in Fiore, hurtling into a nearby tree, doing so with such force that the impact shattered the trunk entirely and left the groaning Makarov leaning against the shattered trunk.
"I'd have thought that my presence here was rather obvious…" Hades replied, his tone cold and holding none of the warmth Makarov remembered from his youth, the expression on the former Second Guild Master's face, one of distain and anger, nothing like the gentle kindness he exuded when he had been the master of Fairy Tail.
"But you went on a journey, Precht, right after leaving the Guild to me…?" Makarov replied as he picked himself up from the ground, his bones cracking as he finally shifted himself into a fighting position, his expression hardening as he pushed down the nostalgic memories of the man Hades had once been, and instead focused on the monster he had somehow become. "What happened to you?"
"You are correct, Makarov. I did, indeed, go forth on a journey. I left in order to seek out more about this world, about the origin of magic as it is today. To travel the world and discover the primordial magic, magic in its purest form before it was defiled and diluted into what it is today, the magic which is as old as our world itself. However, the more and more I searched, the closer I came to the conclusion that the truth of this world's beginnings resided in the teachings of a single man, the Black Wizard, Zeref." Hades spoke, his tone building with passion and fury as he spoke, the spark of madness now apparent in his gaze. "And in time, I will return Zeref to his former glory and learn from his teachings, though unfortunately that will first require the eradication those who would prevent us from doing so, like the Fairy Tail Guild…."
"What madness are you speaking?!" Makarov shouted as he processed Precht's words. "You would raise a hand against a Guild you helped to create?! You were a good Guild Master, Precht. You were loved, you were…"
"I was foolish, and naïve!" Hades interrupted, his voice harsh. "Especially to think that walking the path of light would give me the answers I sought, not when this world is a darker and far more feral place than most can comprehend."
"And just what the hell is it that you seek?! What have you to gain from throwing everything away like this?!" Makarov shouted angrily, still confused about just what the older man was searching for.
"I seek a world of true magic, one in which the primordial magic that created of this world can be found. In order to accomplish that, it is unfortunate that this world will need to turn into a form of hell for those who lack magical power. Creating that world both starts and ends with Zeref. That, Makarov, is the only thing that I seek." Hades replied callously, his mind filled with thoughts about the annihilation of all those who do not practice magic, either by choice, or because they can't, and the creation of a new world order, with the wizards on top.
"I see…" Makarov uttered, clenching his fists in order to restrain his rage as he too comprehended just what his former Master was after. "Then I have no choice but to take you down!"
"Though I take no pleasure in it, it would seem that fate has chosen me to be Fairy Tail's executioner." Hades replied, ignoring Makarov's threat. "Well then, boy… are you ready to taste defeat?"
"I always hated that nickname…" Makarov growled, his magical power surging as he prepared to fight. "In fact, I wanted to deck you just about every time you said it!"
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(Now, with Harry and Mavis)
"So…" Harry said awkwardly, his gaze flickering from the two Guild Masters, the Second and Third Master of Fairy Tail, to its founder and its first Master, Mavis. "That's your pal, Precht, the one you told me about? He seems… nice…?" Harry then trailed off, remembering all the stories Mavis had told him about the man.
In response a single tear trailed down from Mavis's eye, the two of them standing in the branches of a nearby tree and watching the altercation from afar.
"That is not the man I knew, I don't know who he is…" Mavis replied softly, her gaze sad as she looked down on Hades, thinking of the man he had once been, and the monster he had become.
"Right." Harry nodded, looking back to the confrontation as he saw the two Guild Masters now fighting, Makarov using golden coloured Light Magic, and Hades using purple coloured Dark Magic, as they clashed in a spectacular display of skill and prowess.
"Help them." Mavis said softly, turning to face Harry now, her previous glee and joy gone and replaced with only sadness and worry now. "Please, help the children of Fairy Tail!?"
Harry paused as he heard that, before with a sigh he nodded. "Well I suppose forty odd years is a long enough holiday…"
With that said, Harry then looked down at the ongoing fight and deemed that there were likely Fairy Tail mages elsewhere on the island that were more in need of his assistance, than the powerful Guild Master. Besides Mavis would likely be staying here and keeping watch over Makarov anyway.
"Thank you." Mavis replied softly as she turned to look at Harry gratefully, noticing as she did that his emerald green eyes were glowing brighter than before, the previous fire they held deep within them, now on the surface, and a raging inferno.
On top of that, his pupils were now slit like that of a reptile, whilst his canines had extended to poke beneath his top lip like fangs, and his hands had turned claw like, with golden coloured scales beginning to force themselves out of his forearm.
Harry nodded at that, sending Mavis a single grin as he crouched down on the branch, his clawed hand resting on it for a moment, before with a flash of golden light, and a searing wave of heat which charred the branch, he disappeared, using his magic to fast travel to elsewhere on the island.
Mavis meanwhile turned her attention back to the ongoing fight between Precht and Makarov, another tear trailing down her face as they saw the two men clash.
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(Elsewhere on Tenrou, with the Fairy Tail Wizards)
"Damn it…" Mest Ryder, a former S-Class candidate for Fairy Tail's trials, and a now confirmed spy from the Magic Council, who went by the name of Doranbolt, exclaimed.
The tall, dark haired man picking himself up off the ground as he did so, his clothing covered in dirt and tears from the explosion that one of the Grimoire Heart mages had caused earlier, the man in question being a powerful Dark Wizard called Azuma, a man who had a unique magic based on something to do with nature and trees, and who, even as Doranbolt stood up, he could see had disappeared.
Getting to his feet, Doranbolt quickly saw that everybody present was injured from the explosive blast, including the two Exceeds, Carla and Pantherlily, and the Sky Dragon Slayer, Wendy Marvel.
The three members of Fairy Tail with him were all alive, however like him he could see they were all injured, with Doranbolt recognising as he did so, that he himself had at least a couple of broken ribs and fingers, as well as a broken nose.
Doranbolt's eyes narrowed at the thought of that, and how the wizard from Grimoire Heart had simply showed up out of nowhere, wiping out an entire fleet of ships with his explosive magic, before he then defeated everyone present, and then left with a dismissive look plastered across his face, as if he were thoroughly unimpressed with the fight they had all put up, and was going to look elsewhere for his entertainment.
"Just what the hell is going on…?" Doranbolt muttered to himself as he staggered to his feet, his head still pounding from the force of the explosion. "First there was Zeref, and now Grimoire Heart is here for some reason"? Moreover, that one man alone destroyed the entire fleet of Rune Knights that were on standby.
"Against that kind of power…" Doranbolt continued, his expression turning into one of concern as he looked out over the sea, and saw the wreckage that had once been the Magic Council's fleet.
Before he could get an answer for his question, he found himself suddenly twisting to stare at the nearby forest, as a large number of Grimoire Heart's foot soldiers, cloaked men and women bearing the Dark Guild's symbol and with at least an average ability with magic surged forward. The group charging on mass at the group of four mages, or rather two wizards and two Exceeds.
"More enemies, men! You know the drill!" One of the charging wizards shouted, the man in question having a set of horns protruding form the hood of his cloak, as if to denote his positon as their leader, a magical sword in his hand as he thrust it in their direction.
"W-Wendy, run away while you can!" Carla, the Exceed shouted urgently, the small cat like being taking to the air as she shouted, a set of white wings erupting from her back as she used the magic innate to all of her kind.
"I've not fully recovered yet… That last attack, it took too much out of me." Wendy replied tiredly, the young, blue haired, brown eyed girl nevertheless struggling to get onto her feet, despite her body still aching from the explosive attack from before. Her hands clenched into fists as she turned to face the oncoming swarm of Dark Wizards.
A resigned expression passed across Doranbolt's face as he saw this, knowing as he did so that he wasn't capable of defeating this many in his current state, hell, he would have struggled if he had been well rested. Which when taking account of the fact that, Pantherlily, the other Exceed, was unconscious, the more powerful Exceed having taken the brunt of the attack from before, in order to shield Wendy from the danger, and the fact that Carla was of no use in a fight, it made their options limited. Especially now he realised that Wendy, a powerful, if a little young Dragon Slayer, was also too injured to be of much use.
Not that Wendy accepted that, as the girl instead gamely tried to draw on her magic, her body still aching and her veins burning with the strain as she began to mould her magic, hoping to release a 'Sky Dragon's Roar' attack, in the hopes of at least giving Mest, or Doranbolt, or whatever his name was, to at least give him a chance.
Oblivious to all this, the group of enemy wizards continued their charge forward, all of them following the orders given to them by Master Hades, which was to eliminate all Fairy Tail wizards.
A job which was looking to be quite easy, especially since the two wizards in front of them already looked exhausted, and the other two were cats, one of which was already unconscious.
However as they were charging, the unexpected happened, as a roaring sound was suddenly heard, attracting the attention of both the Grimoire Heart mages and the Fairy Tail ones, as they looked around, before they then saw what looked like a comet suddenly appear above them, only for it to then suddenly slam into the ground in front of the charging Grimoire Heart mages, the impact releasing an explosion of heat and light, that blasted the first few ranks of the Dark Wizards backwards, their skin covered in burns and their clothing on fire.
"Natsu…?" Wendy muttered in confusion, as she found herself falling to one knee, her brow furrowed as she picked up the scent of a dragon on the air. Only this scent was similar, but also different to Natsu, her fellow Dragon Slayer's scent. The smell of dragon being stronger now, and the magical energy this new person was releasing, far more potent.
Wendy's eyes widened at that, trusting in her heightened senses as she looked over at the dispersing cloud of dust and fire. Realising as she did so, that whoever this was, it wasn't Natsu, nor was it Gajeel, the other Dragon Slayer on the island, no, it was someone else.
At first she couldn't really see anything, and she could only heard the groans and screams of the Dark Wizards, but eventually the cloud of dust dispersed and she was able to see who the new entrant to the fight was.
The man in question being a tall, tanned man, with messy black hair, glowing, slitted green eyes, and the slightest of smiles on his face, showing off his sharpened canines as he looked at the surrounding Dark Wizards, many of whom were already on the ground, cowering as they felt the potent magic, and searing heat coming off of this wizard.
Most importantly for Wendy though, was the fact that she could see the Fairy Tail crest tattooed on the man's back, as sure a sign as any that this wizard, although unfamiliar, was most likely on their side.
"W-What the hell is he?!" The leader of the Grimoire Heart mages shouted as he back away, his fellow wizards following his leads as they all stared warily at this new opponent.
"Take him dow—" The leader then shouted, his magical sword thrust forward again, only for him to then be cut off by Harry's attack.
As without so much as a word, Harry exploded into action, a ball of condensed fire erupting from the palm of his hand and exploding in front of them, another wave of fire erupting forth, as well as the force of the explosion. The Dark Wizards once again getting hurled backwards, several of them fleeing now, whilst other laid on the ground with horrific burns and injuries.
Following on from that, Harry was then amongst them, his clawed hands clenched into fists as he struck out with controlled fury, each blow felling a different wizard, as he aimed to incapacitate rather than kill, holding back on the power of his punches as he instead just broke bones.
That being said if any of them did die, then he wasn't going to cry about it, after all they were invading Tenrou Island and attacking the innocent members of Fairy Tail Guild.
A few short moments later found the vast majority of Grimoire Heart members were out of commission, the ground now litter with fallen bodies as the still steadily breathing Harry stood in the midst of them, his heightened strength, powerful magic and experience in hand to hand fighting, making the fight very easy, especially since the vast majority of his opponents were just the Dark Guild's cannon fodder.
Turning to the remaining members of Grimoire Heart, Harry's glowing green eyes shifted round to survey the assembled mages, his fangs bared in a vicious grin as he felt his heart beating faster than it had in decades. The thrill of a fight, even an easy one, such as the one he had just fought, having once again gotten his blood racing. Plus it was far more therapeutic than meditating, much more fun too.
"This guy isn't human!" One shouted fearfully, not know how right he was as he saw the inhuman look in Harry's gaze, an innate primal terror rising up within him and the surrounding wizards as they saw it, one which overtook their fear of their Guild Master, Hades.
"Tactical withdrawal?" Another one of the Dark Wizards spoke up nervously, his remaining fellows all nodding along, before they turned tail and fled from Harry on masse, hoping as they did so that he wasn't like them, and wouldn't attack a retreating enemy from behind, and instead show mercy.
Unfortunately for these wizards though, not all of them agreed with this decision, as a newcomer to the fight, a man who had just arrived, and held the rank of one of Grimoire Heart's Seven Kin of Purgatory, one their elite fighters, was not in the mood to retreat.
Nor was he in the mood to allow his subordinates to do the same, which is why, with a cackle of laughter the man released a wave of black fire from his hands, the black flames quickly engulfing the remaining wizards as they tried to flee. Their agonizing screams filling the air for a brief few seconds, as their attacker, unlike Harry, intensified the heat of his flames and deliberately directed them in such way that he could kill his victims. After which the once living wizards fell to the ground lifelessly, butchered by their own comrade.
"You snivelling cowards!" Their attack, a wild looking man, with waist length shaggy blonde hair, crazed red eyes and a vicious smile bellowed, the man in question walking carelessly though the black flames as he approached Harry, and the four wizards behind him. "Such weaklings don't deserve to call themselves members of Grimoire Heart!"
Harry shifted to face the newcomer, his expression hungry as he eyed his new opponent, almost able to smell the intense power coming off of him. A smile spreading across Harry's face at this, the deaths of a dozen or so Dark Wizards by the hand of one of their own, meaning little to nothing to him. He might not seek to kill, but nor would he care that much about the death of his enemies.
Behind Harry though, Wendy could only look on in horror at how this blonde man had just burnt his own men alive, and seemed to enjoy it too. This for Wendy was one of the most disgusting and foul things she had ever seen, and now this very same man was going to attack their new ally, the mysterious Fairy Tail wizard in front of her.
"Be careful!" Wendy called out, recognising that this blonde, Dark Wizard, was on a whole other magnitude to the cannon fodder from before, the blue haired girl struggling to stand up again so she could help Harry, even if what little help she could give him, would likely not be all that useful.
"Don't worry, this little brat has a long way to go before he is a match for me." Harry replied easily, his tone still relaxed as he saw the blonde haired man stop a few metres in front of him, a sneer on his as he looked Harry up and down, obviously not impressed with Harry's comment.
"Really! Scum like you thinks you can take on Zancrow of the Seven Kin?" The now named Zancrow asked incredulously, black fire coating his fists now as he glared at the unperturbed Harry. "Fine then, I'll show you what real power is!"
With that said, the blonde then inhaled, his chest expanding as he raised a cupped hand to his mouth, before he then suddenly exhaled, an intense torrent of black fire exploding from his mouth and shooting towards the smirking Harry. "Fire God's Bellow!"
Harry smiled at that, revealing a sharpened canine, it had been a while since he had last fought a God Slayer, with that thought in mind Harry then inhaled himself, the ground around him cracking, and the air suddenly feeling heavier, as he then released his own counter attack, a half metre thick, beam of intense, golden coloured fire erupting from his mouth as he did so. "Sun Dragon's Roar!"
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AN: So what did you all think? I hope you enjoyed it?
And yes Harry's Dragon Slayer magic has been reveal, as I didn't see the need to drag it out too much, and it is Sun Dragon Slayer Magic. Which is something new, and something I can play around with, which I am intending to do, as the magic is partially based off of a mix of Natsu's magic and Escanor, from the Seven Deadly Sins, magic. A potent combination, especially when combined with the versatility of his magic from the HP verse.
Either way I hope you all continue to support the story, and leave a review.
Thanks for reading.
See you all later.
Greed720.