A story I (hopefully) adopted from Getwow21. So Getwow21, if you are reading this, hope it is to your taste.

Disclaimer: Don't own neither. Wish I did either.


A Misplaced Wizard (An Harry Potter/Fairy Tail Crossover)

Prologue

"Mama, Hawwy no like 'im. He ba' man mama. He ba' man." A black-haired child cried out to his departing mum.

"Harry, mama will come back soon. I promise. I'll be gone for less than an hour and then I'll be back." She promised, using the spell, Tempus, to check the time, to see if she is running late.

"No like 'im mama. Hawwy s'care." Glistening tears started forming as the child held himself from bawling out.

"Come on my boy, mama and dada will be back soon. Peter will take care of you and he isn't a bad man. He's my friend. Besides you have Daniel, he'll protect you, right prongslet?" A likewise black-haired man said.

"Yay! Danny pro-po Hawwy dada." The seated twin cried out in elation, glad at the prospect that his father trusted him to take care of his younger twin.

"Mama pwease no weave Hawwy." But to no avail, Harry still wouldn't be pacified, still intent on making his worries known.

"I'll be back Harry." Lily concluded, finally having enough. Turning towards the rat animagus, she added. "Peter, take care of them. Okay?"

"S-Sure Lily." Stammered Peter, a smile that hid his nefarious plot adorning his rat-like face.

"I love you Harry and I promise I'll be back soon."

"Mama...MAMA!"

The shrill words that erupted from little Harry's lips pierced through her nightmare, succeeding in waking her up.

Lily gasped violently, her heart erupted in frantic beats, her brows damped with perspiration. Steadying her breath - for she didn't want to wake her husband, James, who slept beside her - she clasped her hands together, trying to stop them from trembling. Wiping away her tears, which were futile, she gave out a shaky breath.

Thirteen years. For thirteen years she had repeatedly experienced the same nightmare.

The same nightmare that depicted the last words of her youngest son, Harry James Potter before his disappearance. The younger twin of the Boy-Who-Lived, Daniel Charlus Potter. The moniker given to him because of the belief that he was not only the person to take down Voldemort, a cruel and idealistic wizard but also the first person ever to survive Avada Kedavra, the killing curse. The idea so stupid, it disgusted her very being.

She said 'disappearance' because they had never found his body after the incident, not even after combing through the wreckage of their house. Fortunately, after a visit to Gringotts, a goblin running bank, with the purpose of withdrawing some coins, were they informed off their youngest son account status.

It was still activated.

They said that a person's vault only deactivated if they died or chooses to do so. But seeing that Harry is too little to deactivate the account by himself, the only probable reason for his account still being activated is that he was still alive. Their earlier reason for them coming to the bank took a backseat as they dashed out of the bank, intent on beginning the search for the whereabouts of Harry.

James, Remus, Daniel's godfather and Sirus, Harry's godfather, accompanied by an elated Lily went out looking for him. They used every tracking spell they could find, even resulting to the obscure ones they could find in the Black Family Tomes when not even a trace of Harry was found. The only clue they had to his location was a place called 'Fiore' but seeing as it didn't exist on Earth, that clue was scratched out.

Not a day had gone by since that fateful Halloween night, Lily didn't blame herself for his disappearance. She remembered how he had cried out to her, begging her not to leave him with Peter. How she said everything would be fine, only for him to disappear. Oh Merlin, she was a horrible mother. And Peter. Oh, how she hated that damn rat. After the years the Aurors, dark wizard catchers, spent looking for him, he was finally caught. In Hogwarts, for that matter.

She sighed as she got up. It was already dawn and she won't be able to sleep anymore. Using the lavatory connected to her room, she had her bath.

To better keep an eye out for her eldest son she became a professor at Hogwarts and like all professors, she was given a personal lodge out of the way of the students and most professor, excluding those she trusts. Her husband, him being an Auror was a necessity for the upcoming tournament so he was to be here in Hogwarts. He couldn't afford being late since he was a lazy bum, so he decided to sleep over, staying in her room with her.

After dressing up in one of her pristine robe, she summoned one of the school elf and requested a cup of coffee. Breakfast in the Great Hall was soon, so she needed something light and unlike most of the British – including her husband and Sirus, Remus was more partial towards it - she preferred a good ol' cup of cappuccino over tea any day.

Today being the day that Dumbledore, Headmaster for Hogwarts and leader of the light faction, announce the champions for the Triwizard tournament, a magical contest held between the three largest wizarding schools of Europe: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Durmstrang Institute, and Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Personally, she believed the entire tournament shouldn't happen, but it was already set. She just hoped nothing happened this year for Daniel's sake.

The reason she became a professor in Hogwarts was to keep an eye on Daniel because of what happened to him each school year. it was like someone was out to kill her son and there was no way she was going to let her remaining child disappear or worst.

In his first year, Voldermort in a wraith form had possessed a teacher and almost killed Daniel when he went after the Philosopher's stone, a fabled mystical stone. In his second year, the memories of the, when he was young, trapped in a diary that had fallen in the hands of the Weasley's only girl was promptly released after possessing said girl, using her to set a basilisk on the school.

Luckily Daniel arrived putting on hold the plans to send the great snake on a rampage in the school. But in the cause of fighting off the basilisk - Voldemort memory having unleashed the snake on him - he was bitten, but luckily survive.

Last year, Pettigrew was found to be a pet for the youngest Weasley boy and almost escaped but was thankfully caught.

She really hoped nothing happened this year, but a part of her knew that something was bound to occur. Her son was a trouble magnet, a trait he inherited from his father. Hopefully, Harry - for she still believes him to be alive - didn't inherit that trait, but knowing her luck, he did and his is probably worse than Daniel's.

"Lils? You already up?" James yawned rising from the shared bed.

"Yes, sleepy head now go get freshen up. We have to be in the Hall soon." she smiled at him as he mumbled some unintelligent things and went into the washroom. She took a sip of her coffee as she arranged her stuff for the day. As she was doing that, James was done bathing and had already dressed up, ready to head to the Hall. She knew he was very hungry, she was sure she heard his stomach rumbling under the noise of the shower.

"Come on Lils, I'm starved!" James called out as he hugged her from behind, thankfully all dressed up and kissed her lightly. Merlin knows, she won't say no to him, especially now that she needed his loving embrace to chase away the remnants of her nightmare. She laughed softly. Oh, how predictable her husband was.

"Let's go then." she said, and they left her room, her door automatically locking itself.

"Are you going to stay for the champion selection?" she asked him as they wove their way to the Great Hall.

"Yeah. Sirius said he'll come over too, but being the lazy oaf, I know he is, he will surely come tomorrow or the next." he answered. "With all the buzz the tournament is accumulating, I have no doubts that it is going to be interesting." he added grinning, making her smile widen.

"Yes, it will. I just hope Daniel will avoid getting in trouble this year." she sighed, and he brought her into a one arm hug, kissing her forehead briefly.

"Hey, he'll be alright, okay? Everything'll be alright. He's got my genes." he assured. She gave him a weak smile in return, the words not really comforting her.

"That's what I am worried about." she muttered worriedly.

They had finally entered the Great Hall, which was filled. That was to be expected seeing as not only was it the Hogwarts student that occupied the Hall, but also the visiting schools and their Heads. The students from the visiting schools - Durmstrang and Beauxbatons - had fit in well as they spoke among themselves and mingled with the Hogwarts students. They saw their son at the Gryffindor table. When their eyes met, he waved towards them, which they returned, James a bit too enthusiastically.

"James, Lily, its nice of you to join us." Dumbledore welcomed them at the teacher's table.

"Thank you Albus." she replied as she sat down, James right besides her. All the other professors, invited school's Heads and invited dignitaries like Bagman and Crouch were seated at the staff table, even the ever-scowling Severus.

After finding out about his betrayal, Lily almost had him removed from her list of close friends, stopping only because of his subsequent actions. Now, with the figurative hatchet buried, the friendship has mended much to James's ire. He might have apologized to the surly man, but she feared he would never grow to truly like the man. An action reciprocated by Severus much to Lily's own ire. Men and their egos.

Thankfully Severus treated Daniel fairly in and out of class, an action that placed Severus in James's good book, no matter how hard her husband denied.

Breakfast was as it was everyday, boring, even with the addition of oriental dishes to please the visitors. So, she was more than happy when it was time for the Triwizard Cup to choose the champions.

"The moment has come," said Dumbledore, smiling around at the sea of upturned faces. "The Triwizard Goblet is almost ready to make its decision, any minute now. Now, when the champions' names are called, I would ask them please to come up to the top of the Hall, walk along the staff table, and go through into the next chamber" - he indicated the door behind the staff table - "where they will be receiving their first instructions."

Everyone was excited, wondering if their name, or the name of someone from their house or someone they knew was going to be called. Teachers, students alike, were on their toes, wondering who would be chosen as the champions.

The flames inside the goblet suddenly turned red, sparks flying from it. Next moment, a tongue of flame shot into the air, a charred piece of parchment fluttered out of it – eliciting excited murmurings from the sea of students.

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment and held it at arm's length, the flames returning to its previous color, bluish-light.

"The champion for Durmstrang," he read, in a strong, clear voice, "will be Viktor Krum."

Victor Krum stood up from the Slytherin table, where his school mates sat and walked through the midst of clapping students, entering inside the appointed chamber.

The goblet turned red once more. A second piece of parchment shot out of it, propelled by the flames.

"The champion for Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

When Fleur Delacour too had vanished into the side chamber, the Hall descended into silence as everyone waited for what was the most important champion to be announced. The Hogwarts champions.

And the Goblet of Fire turned red once more; sparks showered out of it; the tongue of flame shot high into the air, and from its tip Dumbledore pulled the third piece of parchment.

"The Hogwarts champion is. . .Cedric Diggory!" he called out and the Hufflepuff heart-throb had by far the loudest congratulatory cheer, as Cedric was a well-liked guy. It continued even after he entered the side chamber.

"Excellent!" Dumbledore called happily as at last the tumult died down. "Well, we now have our three champions. I am sure I can count upon all of you, including the remaining students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, to give your champions every ounce of support you can muster. By cheering your champion on, you will contribute in a very real -"

But Dumbledore suddenly stopped speaking, and it was apparent to everybody what had distracted him.

The fire in the goblet had just turned red again. Sparks were flying out of it. A long flame shot suddenly into the air and borne upon it was another piece of parchment.

Automatically, it seemed, Dumbledore reached out a long hand and seized the parchment. He held it out and stared at the name written upon it. There was a long pause, during which Dumbledore stared at the slip in his hands, and everyone in the room stared at Dumbledore. And then Dumbledore cleared his throat and read out -

"Daniel Potter!"

All eyes were on the 'Boy-Who-Lived' as he looked as shocked as they did. Daniel looked around at the various shocked looks he was getting, which he didn't understand. He didn't put his name in the goblet! He looked at his parents, who were both shocked but worried as well. He gave them a pleading look and he instantly froze at the venomous look that replaced his mother previous happy face.

Lily was angry. No, she was furious. Who put her boy's name in the Goblet? She knew with all her heart that he didn't put it there himself. For all he was always in trouble, he doesn't actively seek it.

She was about to give Dumbledore a piece of her mind for allowing such malpractice to occur under his roof when the goblet flared again, its color appearing red once more, before turning through a range of colors. This brought a pause to all arguing as they watched in shock, transfixed at an event that had never occurred in the history of the Triwizard Tournament.

The cup tilted forward and crashed on the floor, the myriad of colors stopping at one. Emerald green – the color of Harry's eyes, Lily absently remembered – gaining a portal-like visage. It receded, forming gradually into a shape of a figure.

The flames disappeared altogether revealing a crouching boy. Long black hair tied into a ponytail with a loose strand of hair that covered his left eye. Black skintight garment with stylized blue mesh armor covering some parts. Over the top garment was a long black and blue trench coat with both arms gone. Black trousers with blue highlights accompanied with black boots with green heels, made up his lower body. His hands were protected by black mesh armored gloves with stylized green highlights.

He stood up, his coat bellowing behind him. Lily was taken aback as piercing emerald eyes locked unto hers'. She gave a confused frown when she noticed a sleeping cat slung around his shoulders in a color similar to his apparel.

"Hello young man. May I ask your name?" Dumbledore broke the silence, stepping forward slowly in other not scare the boy.

A boy that looks exactly like James with my eyes, Lily thought stifling a sigh. No need to be hopeful. This is not my Harry.

The boy in return stared at the wizened man and the hall's occupant in bewilderment.

"oko ni iru no? Soshite nani o itta no?"

What?

That was the question that rang through the Hall's occupants' mind. Cedric Diggory falling to the ground, completely taken by surprise by the language. The Champions having been brought out during the commotion, incase there was a need for evacuation due to an emergency. This is the wizarding world, it happens.

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling as he responded. "Anata wa gakkō ni ite, watashi wa tan'ni anata no namae o yōkyū shimashita."

Cedric fell back down no sooner as Dumbledore finished responding. What in the world?

Dumbledore's response had the desired effect as the boy relaxed. "Kyōshi ga sutikku o hakobu koto o kyoka suru gakkō no shurui wa nanidesu ka?" he said referring to the drawn wands that was pointed at him by the professors. "koreha mahō no gakkō no kenridesu ka? Nan, subete no tsue to subete." He added.

"Hai, mahōdesu. Anata ga kinishinainara, watashi wa hon'yaku-sha no jumon o anata ni kanri shitai to omoimasu. Anata ga rikai suru koto ga dekiru kamo shiremasenga, watashi no kyōju to gakusei wa rikai dekimasen." Dumbledore responded, his smile widening further.

The newcomer became wary, Lily noted but consented to whatever Dumbledore had said with a reluctant nod.

Dumbledore pointed his wand at the newcomer and whispered, "Transferendum."

Dumbledore, sensing the boy was about to speak up said, "All your questions will be answered in due time my boy. But first, please grace us with your name."

"Harrison Milkovich. But my friends call me Harry."


Translations (from beginning to end)

Newcomer: Where am I? What did you say?

Dumbledore: You are in a school and I requested for your name.

Newcomer: What type of school will allow the teachers to carry sticks?

Newcomer: Oh, this is a magic school, right? What, with all the wands and all.

Dumbledore: Yes magic. If you don't mind, I would like to administer a translator spell on you. You see, I may be able to understand you, but my professors and students won't be.

Dumbledore: Translate.


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