Fairy Tail

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When Dudley throws a book at his cousin's head, no one could have known the revolution it would spark in the years to come. "I want to start my own Guild! My own family!"

No pairing.

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Chapter Three

Harry's tenth birthday saw both him and Miss Jane in the library once again, but with a bit of a difference.

He had a cake shaped like the Fairy Tail insignia, Miss Jane was dressed up like Erza, armour and wig and all, he had some presents from other members of staff who were busy with other students so couldn't make it, and she'd even wheeled in the TV and set up a few of the comfy chairs from the teacher's lounge in front of it.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" the currently red headed Librarian cheered as his book-bag dropped limply to the ground in sheer shock.

"Ah, you – Wow!" he exclaimed, eyes practically sparkling as he took in the armour and the wig.

Miss Jane wasn't very old, she looked about in her early twenties, she wasn't fat, but she was no where near as thin as Aunt Petunia. She was pretty too, with dark caramel coloured skin, and thick curly black hair, and friendly chocolate coloured eyes. Right now, her curly hair was pinned away and hidden under a synthetic scarlet wig, she wore an above the knee blue pleated skirt, knee-high black boots, and silver armour that was made of latex and moulded to look like Erza Scarlet's. She even had the gloves though they were made of latex too.

She grinned at him and gave a twirl, "Looks good, huh?" she asked with a broad grin as he nodded rapidly. "Well," she declared, grabbing a plastic bag from one of the tables, "Yours'll look even better! Go change! I'll help you with the wig if you can't manage it," she told him enthusiastically.

Confused, Harry let himself get ushered to the office at the back and opened the plastic bag once Miss Jane had retreated with a giggle. He blinked and stared. "No way," he breathed as he up-ended the bag and emptied everything onto the table. "Awesome!"

Ten minutes later and a pint-sized Natsu with black hair stepped out of the office, Miss Jane actually squealed when she saw him.

"You look adorable!" she exclaimed rushing over. "C'mon, let's get that wig on!" she told him enthusiastically as she grabbed a brush and the wig box. Harry grinned and sat facing away from her so she could work. He watched in the reflection of the office window as she brushed his hair back and then pulled a skin coloured wig-cap over his black hair, tucking it all up inside before pulling on the short haired pink wig and fastening the two clips down so it wouldn't slip. She then pulled out a pot of gel and began to brush and style the wig with deft, practised motions. It didn't look perfect, but it was pretty damn close.

"There!" she declared, stepping back and reaching for the packet of baby-wipes she usually kept beside her computer to clean her hands, as children were known for breaking the rules and bringing sweets into the library. Sticky fingers and sticky tables were a nightmare for books and a librarian's greatest enemy.

Harry nearly ruined her hand work by touching the still slick strands and staring at himself in the office windows as she dug out some transfer temporary tattoos of the Fairy Tail insignias and applied Natsu's red one to his shoulder – Erza's blue already on her arm. The sound of a digital camera jarred him out of his staring a few minutes later though as he whipped around and gaped at the older girl who was grinning at him, camera in hand. She laughed at him before setting the camera down, "You look amazing Harry. But there's just one thing missing," she declared before handing him one of the wrapped presents on the table.

Harry eyed it, and then her, suspiciously before tearing away the paper and staring.

About a foot tall, with wings and all, a soft toy Happy slid out from the papers and into his hands.

"No Natsu can ever be without a Happy, right?"

Harry sniffled and nodded, "Right. Thank you. Thank you so much," he whispered and flung his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly.

"Thanks not needed," she told him, rubbing his back with a smile. He looked up at her and she smiled down at him. He didn't care then that her skin colour wasn't the same, or that her nose wasn't the proper shape, or that she had spots on her chin that her make-up didn't quite hide. She smiled at him and he could only grin because that smile was Erza's.

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That day had been the best of Harry's life to date. They watched the Fairy Tail cartoon on the big TV, Miss Jane telling him that she'd gotten the proper Japanese versions and put subtitles on them because the English one didn't sound right. She put candles on his cake and sang him Happy Birthday when he blew them out. She took loads of pictures of him in his costume and he did the same for her, the two of them gigglingly roping one of the passing by teachers into taking a few pictures of them both together.

Harry tore into his other presents, getting a new stationary set from different teachers, chocolates and other sweets, and he got Leo's Regulus ring as well.

It was too much.

"Harry?" Miss Jane asked, tilting her head, "What's wrong, sweetheart? Do you not feel good?" she asked, reaching out to him.

Harry shifted backwards and her hand dropped, a little hurt.

"I... I have something to show you," he told her hesitantly, "You-you have to promise you won't... you won't hate me, okay?"

"Harry what are you -

"Promise! Please!" he begged, and Miss Jane sat back in her seat, a little lost for words, her face becoming serious.

"Alright Harry. I promise I won't hate you for what you're about to reveal, is that okay?" she swore.

Harry swallowed, his palms sweaty, but... he needed to show her. She needed to know. She'd always been there for him. She gave him all the books, she helped him figure out the magic, she gave him his Guild necklace and his Leo key, she... she had been a better family member than anyone else in his life ever had. Even Mrs Figg who hadn't always been the best but was improving now. He shivered fearfully. He knew his magic was what the Dursleys hated him for but... Miss Jane wouldn't do that. She promised she wouldn't hate him. And she loved Fairy Tail just as much as he did, so it wasn't as if she hated Magic either.

He trusted her.

And Requipped Aunt Petunia's kitchen knife into his hand.

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Looking back, he decided he probably shouldn't have told her.

She'd been too shocked to react at first, then asked if it was a trick and how he'd done it. So he explained. He explained how he'd figured it out and then showed her his Lightning magic.

His only mistake was telling her he'd chewed on the electrical mains in order to figure it out. Miss Jane had flown into a panic and rushed over, hugging him tightly and shaking him furiously screaming at him to never, ever do such a thing. At the time he had been scared, but now he knew his fear had been nothing compared to hers. She had been terrified that he'd hurt himself and immediately rushed him to the hospital's A&E department, no ifs and or buts.

They certainly got some funny looks in the waiting room for what they wore but she merely glared them all down, remarkably like the character she was dressed as until a doctor came out to call them in.

Miss Jane hadn't rejected him, he was happy about that.

But she had become so over-protective, he felt a little smothered by her at the same time.

It was hard to do his usual training when she'd somehow managed to give the other school staff members the impression that he was suicidally curious and had no concept of his own personal health risks. He was watched like a hawk at all hours while at school to make sure he didn't do anything like stick his fingers in a plug socket to see what happened. On the brightside, it meant Dudley and his friends didn't risk approaching him. On the downside, it meant he couldn't train on school grounds or Requip a copy of Fairy Tail to read while within eyeshot.

What a pain.

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The year passed in much the same way as the previous.

He continued to score worse than Dudley, only having to suffer a few comments from the teachers who eventually gave up when they learned that Dudley would be going to a different Secondary School to Harry when they reached Year 7. They concluded that once the two were in different schools, there would be no reason for Harry to dumb himself down and after that he would pull his finger out.

He continued to do his jobs around the neighbourhood to earn money, even receiving a few belated birthday presents from a few people of Mrs Figg's acquaintance. She 'accidentally' let slip how frustrated she was that his guardians hadn't bothered to organise a birthday party for him. Word never reached the Dursleys about it, but a lot of them were now paying closer attention to the way things were in the house. And they weren't liking what they saw.

Uncle Vernon discovered the damage Harry had done to the wires in the house and bought a large number of various mouse and rat traps. He then checked Harry's cupboard for left over food, declaring that he must have attracted them by pilfering and hoarding food. He'd seen it all the time on TV! But he didn't find so much as a crumb. Harry kept his food in his pocket dimension and even put his trash in there – he would empty it on the way to school in one of the neighbour's wheely bins. This then resulted in Uncle Vernon checking Dudley's room and finding all the stolen food that they'd blamed Harry for taking. Of course Dudley wasn't punished though. Aunt Petunia wailed about how he was a growing boy and they obviously hadn't been feeding him enough.

Harry was fairly sure Dudley blushed in embarrassment when he caught sight of the disbelieving look on Harry's face when his mother made that proclamation.

After all, children were cruel, and Harry had made a point of reinforcing the idea that Dudley's reign of terror as a playground bully was over. Harry made it clear to everyone that bullying would not be tolerated. But when he wasn't there, children could be cruel with their words. And while no one ever struck each other, words could be even more damaging. Dudley was getting rather self-conscious about his weight. Getting compared to his cousin, whom all the girls now thought was dreamy and fit, and totally hunky, and feeling low, so he ate more sweets because what did he care about what girls thought? So his waist line expanded, and the teasing got worse, so he ate more to make himself feel better. It was a pretty vicious cycle.

Harry started having to go further afield to practice his magic as it was getting more powerful, thus destructive. He couldn't practice in the parks anymore otherwise he might accidentally hurt someone, and he didn't want that. The exploded tree had become a favourite horror story amongst the kids and apparently the kid who got caught in the explosion died and now haunted the tree on stormy nights. Harry hadn't been quite certain how to react to that story, especially when he made the mistake of informing people that he was the one who got caught next to it when it exploded – and even showed them the scars to prove it. There was no more ghost stories, but now he kept getting people talking to him for no other reason than to look cool by being friends with the Lightning Boy.

It got more than a little tedious at times.

Still, Harry had mastered the Rairyuu no Houkou. Able to maximise and minimise its effects to a giant wave of lightning that was able to pulverise stone, or mere sparks from the tip of his tongue, enough to light a cigarette but little else. He'd managed to figure out how to generate lightning from every part of his body and even all together, he had problems generating it on his feet, but figured that he wasn't powerful enough to overcome the grounding properties of earth just yet. He could do it, but it took all his concentration, and often destroyed his shoes and the earth beneath his feet. He had opted to forego wearing said shoes long ago, instead, rather enjoying walking around in bare feet, rain, sun, snow, or shine. His feet toughened up quite nicely too. But Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon forced him to wear shoes though because he would look like a freak if he didn't, so they compromised and he went around in sandals instead.

He also figured out that if he charged his electricity inside of himself, he could make himself stronger and faster, think faster, and react faster. It also dulled any pain he felt, or if it was small enough, doubled it. Big injuries were dulled, but little ones like papercuts became maddeningly painful. Like putting salt on them by accident.

There had been one awful incident when Aunt Marge visited for a weekend, she brought her foul tempered bulldog Ripper with her too. That had been the closest Harry had ever come to losing his composure and actually attacking a civilian – as he had started calling the non-magical people around him. Dudley got a kick every now and again when he went back to being a bully, Piers ended up with a broken nose once. But never had he ever been tempted to let loose a lightning bolt so much before in his life.

However, Ripper seemed to have noticed a difference him him because the dog growled but maintained a distance. The one time it went for him, they were in the kitchen and Harry had ample time to kick the foul tempered thing in the face and then call up a fistful of lightning. Ripper was just an animal, no where near as smart as his Carla who's meows had begun to take on a semblance of understandable words, but even the stupid mongrel knew when he was beaten and when he was fucking with a much bigger and nastier enemy. He slunk off with his tail between his legs and didn't even twitch in Harry's direction the rest of the weekend there. Harry ended up leaving the house on the final day and going to Mrs Figg's just so he wouldn't have to put up with Aunt Marge.

He was happy to go, Carla had gotten a lot bigger than before and had been forced to ask Mrs Figg to lock her up when her heat-cycles began. She was still just a baby herself, she didn't need to be having kittens yet. But he also didn't want her to never have them, so getting spayed wasn't an option. He wanted her to have kittens, just not now. Not until she was older.

He spent the day with her, exhilarated and excited as her butchered meows started to get more and more like actual words. He read to her as usual, they spoke and played. He brushed her and cleaned her litter tray and refilled her food bowls and changed the water. He spent the night at Mrs Figg's, sleeping on the sofa downstairs with Carla curled up on his chest, the two of them sleeping well into the afternoon the next day much to the home owner's amusement.

Aunt Marge was guaranteed to have left by then so Harry said his goodbyes, fussed Carla a little more as she tried to hook her claws in his trousers to get him to stay, and headed home. He had to clean up after last night's festivities but that was okay. It just meant cleaning the kitchen and the living room, changing the bedding in Aunt Marge's room and doing all the vacuuming and mopping. Aunt Petunia was hungover and hiding in her bedroom until she was certain he had finished disinfecting the house of Ripper's presence. That reminded him, he had to go and clear up the dog shit from the garden. Great.

Once he'd finished he had to immediately make a start on dinner, as it was getting toward that time. Thankfully today was a Bank Holiday so it didn't mean he had to bust out an entire Sunday roast. Instead, he did steak and ale pie with chips and peas. For dessert, apple and blackberry pie with custard or vanilla icecream. And, of course, he wasn't allowed a single crumb. Instead, he set aside a small bowl of peas, the browner and crispier chips that Dudley wouldn't touch, and a few cooked apple slices. That was his dinner that evening as his relatives tucked into his hard work and then left the dishes and crumbs lying around like discarded trash. He wondered how they would manage when he finally felt he'd had enough and just left.

It was tempting to do so right now in all honesty.

But he couldn't take care of Carla on the road, she wasn't a dog, and he knew Miss Jane would worry herself sick and call the police if he didn't show up for school. Plus, Mrs Figg would get worried too. He sighed and stowed his ideas to run away yet again, it wasn't so bad here, it could be a lot worse in all honesty. At least his Uncle was too concerned with getting 'freak' on him to try raising his hand – Harry was literally waiting for that day just so he could reveal how much of a freak he was and how it was only his kindness that kept him from lashing out against them. It might make Vernon think twice about being such a bullying dick-wad.

Life carried on as it always had.

Christmas came and went, he received a tissue from the Dursleys that he wiped his backside with and then incinerated with a burst of lightning when they weren't looking. He got another Fairy Tail notebook from Miss Jane and Mrs Figg got him some cat toys for Carla.

As for Carla, he received a dead mouse from her, and she managed to say Mmmrrowee hissmass. It took a further four hours of getting her to repeat him before she managed to actually say Merry Christmas. That was possibly the best present he got!

Spring brought an uncomfortable reminder of his lack of coat, he did a few extra gardening jobs and managed to save up enough for a nice thick winter coat. He knew it was technically a womens' coat, but the mens' coats weren't as nice, and they didn't have as big of a colour selection. He got himself a nice knee-length berry red winter coat with deep pockets and a detachable hood, it was double lined too so the inside was nice and silky and wouldn't itch if he didn't have a jumper on underneath.

School passed, Miss Jane hovered in worry, trying to impress upon him how some of the things they did in the manga wasn't physically possible and he had to be careful trying to copy them – or he could seriously hurt himself. He had to deal with her teaching him as much as she could find about first aid and how to deal with electrical burns and other kinds of physical injuries and problems. She even gave him her mobile number so that he could call her whenever if he needed to ask if something was dangerous before trying it.

He lied and said he would and pocketed the number, mentally acknowledging that he would likely as not never ever call it for her own peace of mind. When he got to his new school he could practice to his heart's content, no one would pay much attention to him in Stonewall, too busy with their little clique problems and teen dramas. He could always continue his business and start hiring himself out to them as well doing odd jobs. Want me to find this item or that item, sneak off school grounds to get this or that from the shop, do your homework, deal with your bullying problem. A whole number of new business ventures opened up to him in secondary school that he didn't have here with Dudley hovering over his shoulder and reporting back to Vernon and Petunia.

He finished Junior School, watching as students in his class wrote all over their jumpers and shirts, Dudley pretending to be a social butterfly and failing miserably while Harry had to fend off the girls in the class and becoming extremely flustered and uncomfortable with all the attention. Dudley got bitter of course and tried to round up his old cronies for one last shot attempt at putting the Potter freak in his place. Even Piers turned him down and refused to get involved, which lead Dudley to trying to jump Harry on his own in the boy's toilets.

Seeing his cousin's hand suddenly light up with electricity gave him other ideas as he scrambled backwards with a frightened shriek.

They never spoke of it again, and Dudley never tried anything toward his cousin again either. He didn't even attempt to get his mother leave Harry behind in the house or the car when they went to the Zoo for his birthday in the summer. Downside, Vernon caught sight of Harry chatting quite comfortably with one of the boa constrictors at the Reptile House.

He very nearly got the cane for that, instead, with almost herculean effort, Vernon ordered him into the cupboard for a week without meals. Harry went without argument and when the door closed behind him with a click of the dead-bolt going over, he took extraordinary pleasure in requipping a packet of packet of butterscotch baking pieces to hand and sticking a pinch of the sweet confectionery in his mouth.

He had no idea what would await him when his so called 'punishment' ended.

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Note: I've had people asking me to expand Harry's magic use. Throw in multiple different kinds of magic in and make him into some kind of broken super-powered monstrosity.

This won't be happening.

You rarely see a Fairy Tail mage using more than one kind of magic because, as has been said repeatedly, you dedicate yourself mind, body, and soul to the magic you use. If you want to master it, it is the one you specialise in. The only mages we've seen using more than one are S-rank mages. Mirajane, Master Makarov, Urtear, Jellal, and a few of the other villains. Harry is no where close to being an S-rank mage. He's having to build this shit from scratch.

As for Dragon Slayer magics, yes, he will gain another type-speciality. But only the ONE. Try to remember, it does act as poison when they consume an element that isn't theirs and it takes an insane amount of magical power to use both. And the magic power I'm using for Fairy Tail magic is different from the magic power I'm using for the Harry Potter stuff.

Harry will not be learning Archive. He will not be learning Titan magic. Take Over. Celestial Gates. Gravity. Crash. Death Magic. Wind magic. Life Magic. He won't be learning them. His magic has already been decided and set. Requip and Lightning Dragon Slayer – he will get another Slayer type, but that's for me to know and you to find out.

Next chapter should have the start of the Hogwarts Arc 8DDD