A story I (hopefully) adopted from Getwow21. So Getwow21, if you are reading this, hope it is to your taste.
Note: Some chapters will have little differences from its original.
This chapter is of Harry's past. Past events will be at the beginning of some chapters in the subsequent chapters.
Disclaimer: Wish I thought of the idea sooner. Would have probably been rich by now.
Before I forget, thank you my readers for the wonderful feedbacks. I hope this chapter is up to your expectations. Criticisms are accepted.
An annoyed Wizard (An Harry Potter/Fairy Tail Crossover)
Chapter One
"So this is the chosen one." A man garbed in flowing black robes sneered mockingly as he peered down at the twins, his gaze fixed at the black haired one but words directed to the rat faced man quivering in a corner in the nursery.
"Y-yes, master." The rat faced man, Peter, stuttered out, bobbing his head in a frenzied motion. The black haired one, Harry as he was named, was the younger of the two and thus, should be the prophesied one.
The man, known to the wizarding world as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and to a selected few - those not scared of his power - Voldemort, levelled his wand at the prophesied saviour. Who, much to his irritation, didn't seem to pay him much mind. Instead, it was the red haired twin that became aware of him, quickly taking a position in front of his black haired twin to protect him from the perceived threat - him. Such action would have been considered cute by others.
A pity he wasn't like others.
No, he was better than the rest, better than that meddling old coot. He was Lord Voldemort.
He smirked evilly as he pumped magic into his wand, the tip glowing an acrid green ready to unleash his personal favorite, the killing curse.
"Avada Kedavra." He intoned softly, watching with detached interest as the curse fuelled by his hate made its way over to its intended target. Harry Potter. The curse hit its mark, and he let a small smile creep its way onto his snake like face at what he thought was the end to his deduced threat.
His smile, however, fell when he sensed a sudden build up in the magic around him, the very air becoming permeated with the foreign magic. Voldemort wasn't afraid of anything, not even the old coot. But at that moment, his heartbeat increased its tempo.
Without a warning, the killing curse bounced back from the body of Harry Potter. The backlash so powerful, it vaporized everything it came in contact with including the caster himself.
Peter seeing what happened to his master and hearing the telltale crack that signalled an apparition - a wizarding form of teleportation - decided to escape. He quickly transformed into his animagus form which was conveniently a rat, using it to slip through small holes, increasing his pace as his former friends caught sight of his retreating figure ignoring their shouts and beckoning.
Amid the distractions caused by the fleeing rat, no one noticed a slowly fading form of a black haired boy who laid close to his twin.
Fate has selected her chosen one. He would need to be strong if he wanted to defeat the vile creature. To make this possible he would need to learn a magic of a different kind.
The black haired boy's form completely faded leaving his twin behind. A bright red lightning scar emblazoned on the red haired twin's forehead, forever marking him as the Saviour of Magical Britain.
Earthland
. . .
Ur staggered through the woods, stopping in a clearing. Her child i-is-
She couldn't complete that thought. The very notion of her death making her so weak, she fell on her knees.
"Why!" She wailed.
Why her? What had she done to deserve this?
Sensing a distortion in the air a few feet away from her position, she got up. Good thing she did because the moment she stood, a fierce wind blew across the clearing whipping across her clothes.
The distortion stopped and in its place was the slowly forming figure of. . .
"A baby?"
. . .
A few years later
. . .
"First, the basics of ice magic." A young woman of average height with a slim, curvaceous figure said.
A young boy, barely passed the age of eight laughed softly seeing the look on Ur's newest student, Gray Fullbuster, as she removed her clothes, equipping into her training gear.
"Wha- . . .What are you doing!?" He shrieked.
"Take off your clothes too." She instructed, hands on her waist.
"Don't be silly! How can I take off my clothes on this snowy mountain!?"
The young boy laughed louder at Gray's outburst, gaining the attention of Ur and her students.
"Harry, you know better than to laugh at someone," Ur chided softly before turning back to the distraught child, continuing her lessons. "If you want to control the chill, you have to feel the chill."
"Being in my underwear in front if kids. Heh" Ur continued, chuckling at her brazen behavior much to the annoyance of Gray. She continued, "Listen. Among thousands of magic, moulding magic is an unrestrained magic. Everyone creates different shapes with it. It is also the magic that best shows the caster's personality. Work hard and find your own shape."
. . .
Ur had gone to the market with Gray and Lyon following after her. Harry had been instructed to stay back in their house much to his displeasure, but he quickly realised that he could use the time to work on his Ice Make magic.
He placed an upturned fist above his opened palm - the stance that Ur taught them - and uttered a familiar phrase . . .
"Ice-Make: Shield."
A shield of ice was formed, its appearance reminiscent of that of a frozen wave crashing against a likewise frozen cliff. He wasn't surprised that it was almost identical to Ur's, he was her son in everything but blood.
He was about to cast another spell when his head began throbbing. A grimace made its way past his mouth as the throbbing became painful until it became unbearable. He fell on the snowy floor, unable to stiffen the shout that escaped his lips as images and sounds bombarded his mind.
.
"Fate has a plan for its chosen one. Born on the last days of July, taken from his kin, taught magic different from his yet excels. The hands of Fate are in your favor; retracing her steps to allow him to fulfill his destiny. Eight cycles is the allotted time before the given time in the unknown world is up and he is taken back.
.
With a groan, he wakes up to a worried Ur. He then proceed to tell her of the vision he had, failing to notice the frown that marred her beautiful face, too engrossed in his storytelling.
. . .
" Stop! You can't defeat Deliora!" Ur cried out to the retreating figure of Gray. "You are not good enough yet, Gray!"
"Hush. You don't know anything." Gray said, his face impassive. "I'm gonna avenge my mum and dad! You've got anything to say!?" He added, anger overshadowing his common sense.
"If you leave now, I will expel you." She swore much to the shock of everyone present excluding the person she directed her words to.
Harry started panicking. Surely Gray will come back to his senses and apologise, Ur will understand -
"Yeah. . .sounds good!"
Oh no.
"If I die, I will hold a grudge against you for not teaching me more powerful magic." He added before rushing out of the small cabin, ignoring the shouts of his name.
"Harry," She knelt in front of the aforementioned boy. "stay right here with Lyon and don't follow me."
She walked out of the house, locking the door before running after her wayward student.
Now, Harry knew he should obey Ur but he had to make sure that she is going to be alright. He may be a kid but he had surely heard of Deliora, a demon of destruction created by Zeref, the black mage.
He didn't know how to escape the watchful gaze of Lyon but he had to atleast try.
Eyeing the door, he slowly crept towards it the moment Lyon turned his back on him. However, he was stopped before he could fully escape by the older boy whose eyes gleamed with determination.
"You want to go?" He asked.
Harry needn't answer, his wide grin was answer enough. They quickly made their way to Brago, the location of the demon. They knew that where Deliora was, Ur was.
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Harry hid behind a debris from a destroyed house, watching with bated breath as Ur fought Deliora. He glanced briefly to the place where the downed form of Lyon and Gray was before turning his attention back to Ur.
He tensed as Deliora released a lime-colored energy bean from its mouth and directed it towards Gray and Lyon's unconscious bodies. He watched in shock, tears building around his eyes as Ur got in the way of the attack, getting enveloped in the process by the tremendous magical ability.
Was she dead? He hoped not. With every fiber in his body, he wished she was alright.
He almost fell in relief upon seeing her injured but otherwise alive form when the smoke cleared. He watched as Gray was stopped from going after the demon, a fruitless endeavor that will surely get him killed or at most half dead.
He sighed. Being this far from the action gave him one advantage and disadvantage. The advantage being; out of sight from every party involved, most especially Ur and Deliora. The disadvantage is; he won't be able to hear any of the conversation between the involved parties, however few they may be.
He smiled softly seeing Lyon awake, happy that his friend can now escape. But that smile fell when Lyon got into a stance.
Was he about to fight Deliora alone? Surely, he won't be stupid enough to fight the demon in his condition? He wasn't able to fight the beast while fully recovered, what made him think he would be able to get the better of it now?
What spell did he intend to cast? How powerful is it? These were the question that raced through young Harry's mind as he watched Lyon.
Ugh! Maybe he should go somewhere close enough. Not being able to hear anything that's going on apart from the shouts and groans as Deliora destroyed Brago further was a really daunting experience.
He shuddered as he felt the magical power that exploded from Lyon. What kind of spell is that?
Iced Shell.
He didn't have time to ponder how he just knew the name of the spell because Ur had just frozen Lyon. Was the spell that dangerous? And if so, why was Ur getting into the same stance.
What made it so dangerous that Ur had to be the one to do it? Does it have to be someone of immense magic power that has to cast it?
Iced Shell is a powerful yet fatal ice magic spell.
How does that answer his question? Doesn't matter, he ducked further behind his cover as a wave of powerful magic erupted from Ur.
"Iced-Shell!" She screamed out. And Harry watched in morbid horror as Ur's body turned into the very ice that sealed Deliora.
"Ur!" He cried, running towards Gray and the now sealed demon.
No, no,no! Ur can't be gone. He attempted to pound the ice open with his fist but was stopped by Gray. He could do nothing but stare emptily into space, one thought forever marking itself in his mind forever.
Ur is gone.
He broke down in tears as he bellowed, "Ur!"
.
He didn't stay long after that.
After Lyon woke up and Gray told him that Ur is dead, Harry decided to leave. Without a teacher, there was no need for them to stay together. He won't want to stay with the person that caused Ur's death, didn't matter if it was directly or indirectly. He still caused it and he will pay dearly for that. But for now, he will leave and train so he will get stronger so one day, he will deal with Gray Fullbuster.
Author's Note
There is a reason for what happened. Harry will need to get strong and for that to happen, he will need to be motivated. What is the best motivation other than revenge. Nothing! So ya! Had to go this with this direction.
Pairing is still undecided.
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