Zane Tribal Tyne Alexandros; I've got a bunch written but those OC's need to appear some time soon. I'll try not to let this story die.

The fallen flames; I saw a bunch of Fairy Tail and Harry Potter x-overs but they were all terrible so I made my own. No, seriously. They're all "what would happen if the members of fairy tail went to hogwarts?" It's ridiculous, there's no actual story there in the slightest. I just like Gray as a tragic hero, his stripping makes for some sort of humor and the Malfoy's have SO much to work with thanks to blood prejudice and how ashamed they would be of a squib and all that jazz. It's a formula I hope will produce more chapters.

But I need those OC's. People in the Sahara, the USA, China, or Australia. Or all of them. And India, too.

So, yeah. Here's the next chapter, there might be some format errors but hopefully it's all good. Let me know if you see anything that comes off as confusing or grammatically incorrect or anything of the sort.


Where…am I?

His back was colder than he remembered the log of wood being, but that wasn't what tipped him off that something had changed. As he stared up at what should have been the morning sky he only found ice. Ice, ice, and more ice.

It was only five inches from his face.

Tentatively, he tried to lift a hand to push against it, but found his arm unmoving. IT was numb. He tried to lift his head, but his neck would not abide. His breath came in sudden pants, and he came to the realization he was running out of air.

What the hell's going on?

Eyes darted around, but they only found ice. He could manage to move his jaw, but it was incredibly languid and had to be worked for a moment before he could try and move his tongue, which was frozen solid against his left cheek.

WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?!

Crack, crack, crack. The ice in front of his eyes started to break apart, and soon enough it broke. A fist sized hole was made, and he found himself staring up at the same sky as before- but the moon was totally gone now. The ice continued cracking, breaking apart, and before he knew it he was pulled out of the ice by strong arms and laid down on a familiar half-trunk.

"Your core has reached its first origin. I sped up its development by forcing your body to a sub-zero temperature. It was gamble, but you're alive, if totally frostbitten." Any thoughts Endymion tried to form were inconclusive; everything heard was a bit garbled and the only thing he was sure of was that he could feel his toes. Soon enough feeling moved up to his shins, then his thighs, his hips, his core, and then up to his neck.

Along the way he'd grasped that the feeling was being conjured by Gray's fingers massaging him, but he tried not to think about that.

It didn't take more than a half hour for all feeling to return, and Endymion worked his jaw for a minute as he stared up at Gray, who looked worse for wear; dark rings were under his eyes and his skin was an even more pallid shade than it was usually.

"I'll have to teach you to manipulate body temperature…we'll start tomorrow. Today you'll rest, after you eat." Endymion was tugged to his feet, and lost his footing on the ice, held up only by Gray's strong arm. "You'll be weak for a few hours, but it'll pass." The boy nodded dumbly, saving his questions for later, when he'd be able to move his tongue properly.

When they arrived at the mansion Narcissa was frantic. She had her wand out and pointed at Gray, demanding he run or face her motherly fury. He promptly ignored her and walked right past her, only pausing momentarily to nod at Lucius, who looked just as livid but not bat-shit crazy. From there they moved into the kitchen, where Gray sat Endymion down and told him to rub his core to conjure more heat. The boy could barely move his arms, but he managed, trying to get past the weird afterglow from being numb.

"There's a reason I put you through that." Gray sat across from Endymion, who was stuffing his face as fast as his almost immobile limbs could manage. Cold chicken soup. It was like boiling water being poured down his throat, and he was enthralled in it. Nevertheless, he tried to listen to what Gray said. "We're leaving."

"Bleh?" The spoon in Endymion's thawed fingers slipped and splunked into the soup. His tongue was sticking out, preventing him from speaking properly. This sudden shift of expectations was not easy to cope with. Already he'd filled his mind with fantasies of his brother coming home from Hogwarts for the Christmas break and showing him all the things he'd learned. Apparently it was not to be.

"He'll be coming on a little expedition with me. It'll last a few years."

"An 'expedition?'" Lucius repeated, blinking dumbly. "Where-and why? And why with Endymion? I thought you-"

"Talked to Dumbledore to bend the rules into letting him attend early and without having full magic-no, you assumed I did. I didn't. I was helping him with…security measures at the school. No, Endymion will never attend Hogwarts."

"Why didn't you tell me about this? When was I supposed to be informed?"

"I didn't expect to need to. By my expectations, your son should be dead." Gray shrugged. "The brat is advancing quickly, even if I'm the one forcing him to do so. It will not be long before he reaches the maximum I can teach him without..." The tutor had a far-off look in his eyes for a moment before he focused on Lucius once more.

Silence.

"I will take him with me in the morning. The cold air of Britain will be excellent training grounds for teaching him body temperature manipulation. If it makes you feel any better, think of it as a field trip."

(^_^)

A year and several months later…

Hands down, learning to manipulate body temperature to go from subzero up to thirty-some-odd degrees was one of the most difficult things Endymion had ever done. He was still a bit fuzzy past -40 and above 35 degrees Fahrenheit, but it was well within the margins Gray expected of him.

They were no longer in Britain. They'd spent a year doing almost nothing but walking and training, towards the north. Gray, with his seemingly limitless magical reserves, froze the ocean so they could walk to the northernmost region of Scandinavia. Only recently did they use transport; a boat, to take them the rest of the way towards the land of northern ice.

They were in the arctic. Gray wore absolutely nothing, and Endymion was not far behind him; a pair of pants and a thin t-shirt. They provided no warmth, only a slight bit of protection from the billowing ice storm that seemed to follow them wherever they went. Polar bears were frequent company but not for long; Gray would either slay them with an ice spear and eat it raw and force Endymion to do the same, or would intimidate them with a stare colder than their surroundings, scaring them off. It was utter contrast to the 'cook' the boy had gotten to know.

"If it's edible, you eat it. Here there's neither wood nor need for a fire; polar bear meat is sterile enough simply because of where we are. But don't eat the liver."

"Why not?"

"It contains enough potassium for a bear. Lethal amounts. It'll kill you."

Their exact destination Gray had withheld for a few days into the trek, but had eventually been spoken in the midst of igloo construction for protection while sleeping.

"We're going to see an old…acquaintance of mine."

"Why couldn't he just come to England instead of us-"

"He's unable to."

The reasoning behind whatever prevented their contact from coming to them instead of vice versa was never clarified. When they passed the literal pole that signified 'North' Gray stopped walking and turned to Endymion, commanding attention.

"He's close. This is important, so pay attention. You do not say a word. I do all the talking, and you stand behind me until I say you come forward, if I say so. Do not say anything in mind to his appearance. Do not gape at him. Keep your trap shut and your eyes narrowed against the storm that's sure to spout off of him, be it literal or figurative. I'm not sure."

Endymion, being eleven and a half years old and not in total control of his actions, broke all of these commands the moment he spotted the being. Thirteen feet tall with fur sticking out of its scales and skin at odd locations. There was no definite species to the thing. It was like a cross between a leopard, a snake, an armadillo, and any other number of beasts. It was turned away from them, tearing into a dead polar bear with gusto. Several tails of different types swirled in the air from its tailbone. One of them was, all by itself, solid stone.

The boy's mouth fell open, his eyes went wide, he took agonizing steps forward, and muttered a 'whoa' under his breath.

He would have reached out to touch the creature, had he gotten close enough to do so, if Gray hadn't literally thrown him backwards. The sound of the kick and impact roused the creature from it's feeding, and it glanced over its shoulder at them.

Its jaws were malformed and hanging oddly, with at least seventy different types of teeth sticking out the sides of its cheek-less face. The eyes were multicolored, red and blue and all kinds of greens, and there were seven of them randomly spotting its face. A nose not unlike a rat's stuck out at an obtuse angle, and its ears were pointed like daggers.

In greeting, it roared. Ripples of raw magic exploded out of it in a scalar fashion, bright yellow and powerful.

Gray roared back, figuratively, with an equally powerful blast of Ice Magic. It was much lower than the -40 temperature around them, and silenced the creature swiftly. Calculations simmered in that monstrous gaze as it flitted between the man before him and the boy about twenty feet back on his rump. With a thump, the creature lowered itself to sit. It's tails flicked and it growled.

"Guh-ray."

"It's nice to see you've maintained sentience over the years, Elfman. Or at least a semblance of it." The creature was not amused, slamming its tails into the ground impatiently.

"Point." Every word was garbled. Its vocal chords sang in three octaves at once, and with the whipping wind allocating whatever snarls came out of its throat, it was very difficult to understand.

"The Fairy Seal. You still have it, yes?" If it was possible for a monster to look abashed, it was currently happening.

"Lost."

"You lost it?"

A primal roar echoed on the frozen landscape, and Gray stood stolid with his arms crossed over his chest, bracing the storm even as Elfman's jaws were inches from his face.

"Cana gave, Elf lost. Bottom." A heavy paw/hand/tentacle slammed against the ice. "Under."

Gray's eyes narrowed.

"The "True Fairy" entrusted you with the seal, Elfman. Now it's at the bottom of the ocean?" Elfman snorted, crossing his own bulky appendages.

"Why need?"

Gray jerked his head towards the boy behind him. The vicious jaws curled in a menacing fashion.

"Fairy?"

"Makarov would have said so. I intend to break in his second origin eventually, and I'll need both a Mark on his skin and Ultear to do that. I know where to find the latter, but I need the seal to do the first." Elfman shrugged, pointedly glaring towards Endymion.

"Apu-rhen-tuce?"

"How many centuries have passed since I had the last one?" Gray muttered under his breath, quiet enough that neither heard him. "Doesn't matter. He's what modern day wizards call a 'squib.' Can't do any magic but the old stuff. No wand-work." The large monster raised a hand and flicked a finger towards Endymion, who was currently watching with curious intent. Gray looked over his shoulder to find Endymion seeking approval, and nodded.

Endymion could say only one thing; Elfman's breath was terrible from twenty feet away, but it was downright horrifying from up close. Jowls of saliva and unkempt spiky and flat teeth were only inches from his throat as the large monster glared into his eyes. If a monster could sigh, Elfman did just that.

"See what do." Gray nodded and watched as Elfman stomped into the wastes away from them.

"W-who was that?" The question caused the man to frown.

"Not who, but what. Elfman is…" Gray bit his lip. "Imagine every beastly monster in the world, magical or no. He is that. The personification of the beast." He glared down at Endymion. "He's one of the few of my…acquaintances who are still alive. Coincidently, one who taught me how to cook."

Beat.

"Where's he going?"

"To fetch an item for me. He was entrusted with it by another acquaintance who has since…moved on to other things."

"Oh."

"You're probably wondering how I come to know such monstrous beings such as Elfman."

"W-well, yeah, but also…why is he called 'Elfman?'" The man snorted.

"That is a question for the truly dead to decipher."

A roar came from the distance, and Gray frowned, taking off towards where the sound originated. Endymion followed, his brain rattled by the turn of events but utterly thirsting for more excitement.

(^_^)

"It wasn't at the bottom of the ocean at all, was it?" Gray muttered, swiping the odd object out of the beasts' hand.

"Too much tu-rubble."

Endymion was confused, and that was putting it lightly. The large beast had just killed another large beast.

A dragon.

A fucking huge, ice covered and frost breathing dragon.

The difference in size between Elfman and the Dragon was immense, so how the hell did the beast manage to kill it? His gaze floated between the Dragon's corpse, which made a near hill behind Elfman, and Elfman himself. It eventually settled on Elfman's bloody hands.

It really didn't matter how he'd killed the monster, but he'd done it somehow, and that was enough.

"So…let me get this straight." Gray summarized, tossing the object between his hands. "You found a baby dragon, shoved the seal down its throat, then left it alone to wander the wastes until you needed the seal again?"

"Butter dan lozing it." Endymion resisted pointing out that dragons took over a century to grow up; thus, Elfman was over a century old. What did that say about his tutor, then? He took a moment to just stare at Gray Fullbuster and wonder.

"Better than losing it indeed. It smells like snot."

Elfman shrugged, and then took thundering steps towards Endymion, only to find Gray blocking his path.

"Not kill."

"Promise?" Elfman thumped a massive claw to his chest.

"Man." To Endymion's surprise, Gray burst out laughing and stepped out of the way. Now the boy was at the mercy of an unknown monster capable of killing an ice dragon with its bare hands. Sufficed to say, when the boy was lifted off his feet and then slammed into the ice beneath him, he was just as comfortable as a broken ice cube.

"Oi, you promised!"

"Not dead."

Gray's vision moved from the beast to the boy currently writhing on the ground with odd yellow light emanating off of him. Realization sprouted and he summoned an icy hammer to whack Elfman up the side of the head with.

"Idiot! He doesn't need Take-Over magic!" The blow did almost nothing to the monster, but Elfman rubbed his face in irritation nonetheless.

"Is cree-ters."

The guttural speak was translated easily enough for someone who'd spoken it for as long as Gray had.

Endymion was hoisted to his feet and felt Gray slap his back.

"We're leaving." No words of thanks, no goodbyes, just gone. Elfman watched them go with mild discontent.

He was always discontent, though. Who would like to be cursed with the existence of a monster in the arctic for all eternity?

(^_^)

"Elfman gave you a present. One that isn't needed, nor would I have liked him to give you, but you received it nonetheless."

They hadn't talked the entire time they'd traversed the wastes back to the port they'd come there in the first place. Endymion was actually surprised Gray had said anything at all before returning to the manor. Currently, they were in a back alley where they'd left their clothes; a thick jacket for Endymion and a thin suit and overcoat for Gray. They had to appear somewhat normal, considering that this land was frigid as zero degrees when it was hot.

That isn't to say they looked normal with a jacket and overcoat. It was enough to avoid more than an odd look, however, and that was enough.

Gray continued speaking as he pulled his cuffs together.

"Your frost familiars, when you manage to manifest them, will be…different. Almost like those damn 'patronus' things wizards have these days. I can do the same thing with my level of skill, but to a lesser extent." To demonstrate, he flicked his wrist and a wolf made of solid ice sprouted out of the ground. "This is only ice." A sudden shift in Gray's demeanor caused the wolf to gain glowing red eyes. "This is a familiar." It faded away as he continued explanation. "Your familiars will have actual personality, not just the capability of making its own decisions and defending you. Perhaps, perhaps, they'll have a voice."

The boat ride back to England was uneventful. Endymion, in the bottom of the boat, continued training with Gray. Months passed. At this point in time he could manage a solid spear of ice or a hammer, but it was not of the same density nor potent effect as his master could manage. His familiars were nonexistent. He could freeze almost anything he touched without too much difficulty. With all of these skills, he was well on his way to being a fine Ice wizard.

Whenever the boy had his shirt off he would stare curiously at the mark Gray had put on him. It was an ineffable symbol-coincidentally, the exact same symbol on Gray's chest-to the left of his belly button, where the man had unceremoniously slapped the seal against in a nonchalant manner without Endymion's permission. Dark purple and impossible to remove. Along with that glance he would sometimes marvel at his developing physique; an almost thirteen year old he may be, he would soon maintain an excellent musculature.

His previous two birthdays passed without so much as a 'Happy Birthday' while they were in the arctic. They'd spent little more than two years in that frosty land and it was high time they return home. Real food was only a fantasy until they'd gotten on the boat. His brother was now thirteen and something, in his third year at Hogwarts. What adventures he'd had, all that-Endymion wanted to hear it.

Unfortunately, according to Gray, they would not be going 'home' any time soon. They had just docked in Norway and had already started walking through Portown.

"India." He said, making Endymion's brain spin. They'd just spent nearly two years in one of the coldest places on earth...and now they'd go to one of the hottest (depending on the region, of course).

"Why there?"

"Another old acquaintance. I will take you to Ultear after this."

Ultear. Whoever this 'Ultear' was they were an enigma. Gray always said the name with disinterest bordering on disgust, for reasons he didn't seem willing to explain. Endymion sighed, shrugging off his outercoat and tucking it under his arm. Half a minute later he realized what he'd done, and tried not to groan.

Gray's lovely stripping habit seemed to be rubbing off on him. He wasn't at the point where he'd remove everything but his underwear yet, but he feared the day when he'd be stark naked in the streets with no idea how it'd happened. Gray was disturbingly stoic when that happened, and Endymion wasn't sure if he could be so confident.

They meandered through the town bringing a cold draft with them. Most people shifted away from Gray instinctually; his gloomy stare and icy appearance (literally) made civilians weary of him. His stubble was covered in a thin frost. He'd shaved with an icicle. Endymion looked a bit out of place next to him, blond hair and silver eyes. Almost like day and night taking a stroll.

"We'll stay here for the night." Gray said, unceremoniously. He jerked his thumb towards a shoddy excuse for an inn and Endymion dutifully followed him in.

(^_^)


Please review and give me those OC's!

addendum; here's the security measure Gray instigated at the school.


Harry, Hermione and Ron all blinked at the large wall of ice. They'd just opened the door with their Charms Professor's key and now they saw only this.

This big...impenetrable...unfathomable...immense wall of ice. It filled the entire corridor and was not in any way fragile-Harry had flung a marginally powerful Diffindo at it to no effect.

"So," Ron began, turning around to face Hermione. "You're smart. Know any melting spells?"