I don't own Fairy Tail, nor do I own Harry Potter.
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Chapter two
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Four people stood across from each other, two facing two. A man with pink hair and a fiery disposition stood next to a man than had long crazy black hair held back with a bandana. This man had multiple piercings not only in his ears, but also all over his body. Both men had tattoos in the shape of a fairy on their right shoulders. Facing the two stood two opposites, both in disposition and color. A blonde faced the fiery man, a cocky smirk on his face as he looked at his childhood hero. Next to him stood a man dressed in all black that looked at the pierced man with no emotions, taking in the vision of his surrogate older brother, now enemy. The two had tattoos of a tiger on their shoulders.
The four stood in an arena, surrounded by screaming spectators and comrades as they waited for their battle to begin. There was a hush as the announcer, a small man that wore a pumpkin mask announced for the fighters to get ready. The four crouched, preparing to fight as soon as the word "begin" was yelled.
With a loud gong and a scream from the announcer, the four moved in unison, they could not and WOULD NOT lose this battle. It was a battle between Sabers and Fairies, a showdown between the current strongest guild, and the guild that had fallen from grace when its core members had seemingly died. One guild looking to humiliate the other, while the other looked to redeem itself and to avenge one of the guilds members.
The two fairies rush at their opponents, punching them in the face before the sabers can even react. The two dark haired men square off, one shouting out, "Shadow Dragon's Slash!" as he ran towards the other you yelled, "Iron Dragon's Sword!" and used his arm that had turned into a wickedly sharp sword to bat away the shadow mage. A laser suddenly curved towards the metal-armed man as the shadow mage's partner tried to give him some time to recuperate. He was unable to help, however, as his opponent hit both him and his shadowy partner with a screamed "Fire Dragon's Wing Attack."
The crowed screamed in approval as the older Dragon Slayers stared the younger slayers down. This was the power of Fairy Tail mages. They would redeem their guild, and they would take back the title of the strongest guild in Fiore.
In another dimension, one that also had magic but was different in all other ways was also holding a tournament. This tournament was not new, but very old and hadn't been held due to death rates spiraling out of control. Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry looked upon a crowd of students form three different schools, wondering just how this tournament would go. He needed the tournament to go well, for if his suspicions were correct, the Dark Lord was growing in power and was trying to regain a body. He needed the support from other countries if the upcoming war was to happen. He didn't want the war, he truly wanted a peaceful negotiation, but if he knew his opponent, whom he did, then peace would not be an option, only war.
He raised his arms as he projected, "Welcome to the Triwizard Tournament." The gathered students tensed, this was the moment that they had been waiting for, they would finally know just who would represent their school, who would bring their school to glory. "Now is the time," the old man continued, "to find out just which one of your peers will compete in this momentous tournament. Now we wait for the goblet to make its choice."
He looked at the Goblet of Fire and then at the students. He sighed inwardly as his eyes wandered to a table where he had hoped one student would sit, but that would never happen. Harry Potter had been missing ever since the night where he had defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort. He had loved the Potters as if they were his own children, and it saddened him that he would never be able to teach their son at his school.
His attention was brought back to the goblet when its flames turned blue and from its depths, sprouted a piece of parchment, slightly charred and frilled. He grabbed it out of the air and looked at the name within.
"The champion of Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour!" He pronounced grandly, smiling as the students sat at the Ravenclaw table erupted into applause, and some in tears as a beautiful young woman walked up and into a room just off of the teacher's table. He looked to the goblet again as another name erupted from it. Lightly snatching the paper he said, "The Durmstrang champion is Victor Krum!"
The students at the Slytherin table clapped politely along with all of the Quidditch star's fans and classmates. The noise was considerably louder for this champion. He looked to the goblet one last time waiting to see the champion for his school. With a shaky breath he looked at the piece of parchment and smiled widely at the name. This was a student that he could proudly stand behind. "The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!" The noise from the Hufflepuff table was loud enough to burst eardrums, as the other tables (besides the Slytherin table of course) joined in the noise.
He looked back at the students when the noise ceased. He smiled and began to dismiss the students when the goblet spouted one more piece of paper. His good mood vanished, what now? What would happen to his school this year? He looked at the parchment; his bushy eyebrows rose high as he looked at the name.
"Harry Potter?"
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Rogue looked around the arena as an unnatural wind picked up, a voice carrying through it. Sting pulled up next to him, panting as he looked at his partner worriedly. Their opponents stopped as well, looking around as magic filled the arena.
"Oi, Salamander, what's going on?" The pierced man said, wiping blood from his mouth. His salmon-haired friend looked at him dumbfounded.
"Do I look like I know what this is, metal head?" 'Salamander' yelled.
"Well, if you wouldn't keep bringing freaky new abilities to fights, maybe I wouldn't have to ask, fire freak!"
"What was that, asshole!?"
Sting and Rogue looked at each other in and then at their opponents. Rogue looked to the stands, seeing his exceed friend and smiling slightly. Frosch worried about him, he knew, and it wouldn't do to worry him too badly. He looked back to the other fighters, nearly showing emotion at them as they rolled around and wrestled with each other during a fight.
They stopped though as the wind picked up again, more forcefully this time, pitching Rogue forward along with the other fighters. His eyes widened marginally as a blue pulsing light appeared in the middle of the arena, seemingly pulling the slayers into it. The wind was blowing continuously now, sucking the slayers into it as the tried to get away.
"Rogue, what's going on?" Sting yelled as he tried to back away.
"I don't know! It's the same as Natsu said how would I know?" he said loudly, attracting shocked looks from Gajeel and Natsu.
"Rogue!" a green cat slammed into his back and tried to help him get away.
"Frosch! What are you doing?" he questioned. He hugged his exceed closely to his body as he saw the other's exceeds try the same, one transforming into a larger version of itself and plunging a sword into the ground to keep both him and Gajeel on the ground.
With an almighty roar, the wind blew around the arena, gathering all of the slayers up into its stream and gustily threw them into the bright light. The light grew larger, pulsing with energy as the magic did its purpose. Though it had brought passengers with it, the main requirement had been fulfilled, and that was all that really mattered. Harry Potter had been transported unwillingly home.
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In the Great Hall, Albus stared at the bright blue light that had appeared shortly after Harry Potter's name had passed his lips. He was slightly surprised, as he had never thought that he would be able to meet his would-be protégé, but his apprehension slowly turned to excitement. With Harry helping him, it would be easier to defeat Voldemort! The prophecy had stated that Harry was the only one who could defeat the Dark Lord, and now that he had come home, Albus would be able to train him and help him defeat the great evil that had been lurking for nearly 50 years.
As the light dimmed, Albus straightened, wanting to present a good view for the fourteen year old that would soon be here. He did not, however, expect the four teenagers that fell to the ground in a mighty heap, nor the odd looking cats that they carried with them. He looked at the four more closely, looking for the one that he would soon call his student as they stood up, brushing off dirt and seemingly growling at each other.
Nothing had prepared him for this.
"Where are we? Hey, Lightbulb, what the hell did you do? Lose control over an attack?! We're not even in Fiore anymore!"
"What was that, Flame Brain? This wasn't my fault, so you can fuck off! Are you sure that it wasn't yours?"
"Gihi, The pyro's too stupid to be able to do something like this. You though would be stupid enough to do something like this so that you could win the fight."
"Neh, neh, Rogue? Fro sees people staring at us. Fro's scared."
That stopped all of the commotion. The stoic teen had already noticed all of the other people in the room, but all of the others in the group hadn't noticed until the green cat had said something. Albus took a deep breath and stepped forward, smiling nicely at the group.
"Hello, my name is Albus Dumbledore, might I ask who you are?" Silence greeted his words as the group looked at him confused. Albus gave a little, "oh" of realization and waved his wand saying as he did so, "Adde his verbis animos anglicus."
There was a stir of magic as the English language was uploaded to the groups mind.
"What the fuck was that, old man?" growled the teen that had too many piercings.
"Language young man! Were you not taught manners when you were raised?" A sharp voice cut across the silence. Professor Mcgonagall glared sternly at the group of teens, daring them to curse again. The teen grinned, laughing oddly as he replied, "I was raised with all of the manners that my asshole dad had, so none." The pink haired teen snorted at his statement along with the rest of the group.
"To answer your question, young man, I simply added my language to your mind so that we could understand each other. Would you all follow me so that we may speak in private? It could help to get to the bottom of all this." Albus tried again.
"Thank you for that, it would have been difficult to get anything across the language barrier," Albus stared in shock as the small black cat replied to his statement with a fully matured voice. "We'll follow you to your office, but only after we know your name and where we are."
Albus nodded his head. They all looked like warriors, cautious and ready to strike at any threat that may come to them. "My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I am the headmaster of this school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Hogwarts? What a stupid-" the pink haired teen started, cut off when his mouth was covered by the blue cat that sat on his shoulder.
"Natsu, we don't know how strong he is! What if he's like Lucy, where she'll kick you through the ceiling when we read her novel? Or like Erza, remember when she nearly killed you for destroying her cake?"
The group snickered as Natsu's face turned stark white with fear, though the rest of the group was looking at him warily now. Albus wondered just how strong these girls are if they would be able to kick grown men through a ceiling.
"Now, follow me please," Albus looked at the two men from the ministry, "Ludo, Barty, I will be with you shortly, please inform the champions what has just happened." The two men nodded and left with the other Headmaster and Headmistress to talk with the students. Albus turned back to the rest of the gathered students. "While there has been much excitement tonight, it is time for you all to go to bed. So pip, pip! Off you go!"
With a large amount of noise that had the group all wincing and rubbing their ears, the students left the Great Hall, gossiping about all that had occurred. Albus turned back to the group of foreigners, and then to his teachers. He smiled lightly and turned to lead them all to his office.
The walk was quiet, the group of strangers all staring at the castle around them. The pictures on the walls all chatting and running after the odd group, trying to get a glimpse of the visitors. One painting of a knight nearly caused a fight, the man in the painting had taunted the stoic teens green cat, causing him to growl and surge towards the painting. Maybe he wasn't as emotionless as Albus had thought.
Once they were all in his office, with Albus and his teachers facing the foreigners, the tense silence broke.
"Well, now that we are all here, would you please tell us your names?" Albus asked.
None of the foreigners said anything for a second until the pink haired one- Natsu, was it? Spoke up.
"Hi, there! My name's Natsu Dragneel, and this is my partner, Happy!" HE said with a grin.
"The name's Gajeel Redfox, and that's Lily." Went the long-haired teen.
With a cocky smirk the blonde said, "Sting Eucliffe, one of the Twin Dragons. This is Lector. The silent guy is Rogue and the cat's Frosch."
Albus looked at them thoughfully. None of them went by Harry Potter, but that was just a name. If he could find which one was Harry, then that teen would have to participate in the games.
"Albus, none of them are the boy that we are looking for! Look at them all; they are much older than fourteen! Not one of them is Harry Potter." Minerva said with a sniff.
"Now, now, my dear Minerva, Harry Potter is just a name, you wouldn't expect a one year old baby to remember its name now would you?" Albus said trying to placate the woman. A shudder ran through Sting and Rogue when Albus said 'Minerva.' They looked at the professor worriedly, as if she would suddenly attack them.
"Who's Harry Potter?"
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And done! So how was it? I hope it was okay, sorry if the characters are OOC, there hasn't been much opportunity to develop them. Review if you would like to tell me anything!
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