Synopsis: When the paths of an amortal and immortal cross, one life is changed forever. Harry Potter, the famous Boy-Who-Lived, is discovered by an amortal spirit, who sends him to another world to escape the abuse of the Dursleys and begin a new life in Fiore.
Warnings: Child abuse, mentions of rape
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fairy Tail, nor any recognisable characters, arcs, or places.
This is my first fanfiction, so please excuse any mistakes. Please RR if possible.
Chapter Seven: Family
Harry dusted off his hands as he walked with the group back to Fairy Tail. It was a long and hazardous road, but he had no fears due to the sheer numbers of the group. He was trailing behind the large group in their waggon, not riding with due to his fear of confined spaces, which consisted of Natsu, Happy, Erza, Lucy, Gray, Wendy, and Carla.
He sighed, listening in as Lucy formed contracts with three more of the Zodiacs and couldn't help but wonder yet again if Aasim had a key. He would have to ask when he next saw his lion, and get his key to Lucy if he did. He trusted Lucy would care for Aasim if she had possession of his key. He couldn't help but feel a tad overprotective of the lion after it had saved him from such a terrible fate at the hands of the Dursleys.
He sighed as they arrived at Fairy Tail, quietly slipping up to the second floor to have a look at the requests and speak to the elusive Mystogan, whose scent he recognised to be up there.
He frowned as he watched the robed mage disappear and sighed, glancing over to Gajeel, who was complaining about the other slayers having cats while he did not. Harry rolled his eyes and looked at the requests on the board.
There was another calling for the death of Malum and Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes. Like any mage, S-Class or otherwise could take down Malum. He doubted even Natsu could and he was the strongest of Fairy Tail, at least when it came to brute strength, though the dragon slayer could come close to downing his adoptive father.
He remained ponderous for a moment, flinching when the white exceed, Carla, spoke to him.
"You're too young to go on such quests as these." She said pompously.
'My age does not have an effect on my ability or my intelligence.' He informed the high-strung cat calmly, turning and glancing down at the partying guild.
He sighed, ignoring the spluttering Exceed, then walked down, telepathically requesting a drink for Mirajane, who smiled at him cheerfully and handed him a bottle of unknown contents. Harry gulped it down without tasting it, then plodded off to see if there was anybody in the pool.
There was.
They beckoned for him to join them, and Harry hurriedly headed back inside, almost crashing into Gray. He hurriedly apologised and headed out of the guild, head swimming.
Something was wrong with that drink Mira had given him, and he highly doubted the friendly barmaid would try to poison him or even get him drunk for her own amusement.
He staggered home and collapsed on his bed tiredly, hoping to sleep his ailment off.
The next day, Harry felt fine.
So, after being pestered by his landlord, he went to Fairy Tail to find a quest.
Master Makarov confronted him at the door.
"You went with Natsu and the others on their quest." He said. "You should not have done that."
Harry bowed his head.
"However, you helped them incredibly. Without you, I doubt they would have succeeded." He said cheerfully. Harry lifted his head, confused. "I usually don't do this, but, since you've proved yourself more than capable more than once, I'm going to allow you to go on an S-Class, to see if you can handle it."
Harry's jaw dropped.
He then grinned at the Master and nodded his head.
'Thank you!' He said excitedly.
"Hurry up and pick one! Make us proud!" He ordered, shooing Harry off.
Harry grinned, racing up the stairs, laughing silently as he heard Natsu and Gray complaining.
He grabbed the mission with the highest pay that he believed he could handle and sped out the door.
Harry grinned as he stared up at the golden building, five days later. His journey had been long, but fully worth it.
His job was complex, and he was sure he'd be gone for another week, plus travelling time, at least on it. He hoped so, anyway.
He was to go into Djinn Dynasty, a dark guild in Bosco, and kill the leader. He had full permission from the Council in Fiore and from the Government in Bosco, who had even supplied him with transport means and a magical key that would allow him into any locked space within Ishgar and within any world with similar locking mechanisms.
He stuck to the darkness in the streets of the Bosco city of Llangwen, where Djinn Dynasty was based, looking up at the extravagant golden building.
Now came the easy part: angering the guild off enough that they'd capture him. Capture him, but not kill him.
He stretched out before declaring for all those within the building to hear, 'What lovely gold! It'd be a shame if somebody...'
He then grabbed a brick and, using magic to dislodge it, ripped it away from the wall of the building, holding the cubic foot of gold as if it weighed nothing.
'Oops.' He sniggered, seeing those inside the guild flush bright red in anger. They stormed out of their building and towards him.
"You little brat!" One yelled.
"Stupid street rat!" Crowed another.
Harry just grinned at them.
Oh, how he loved his dramatics!
He dropped the half-ton of gold, still grinning as they charged at him.
"Dark Wish!"
"Blinding Light!"
Harry smirked as the two attacks raced towards him.
'Cheshire's Grin!' He responded, smiling as the magnificent face of the grinning spirit appeared before him, making the attacks hit the guild members.
More spells were cast at him, some of which were met with shields, and some countered.
"Genie's Chains!" Somebody cast.
Harry could hardly contain his pride at his plan working as golden chains wrapped around him.
The guild members stalked forwards and grabbed the chains, snarling, dragging him inside.
Harry had been inside the guild for three days: no food, no water, no company, just chains in the dark dungeon. He was beginning to get bored. Maybe he ought to just break free and go massacre those upstairs. It'd be fun, and his job would be done, so he'd get the 10,000,000 Jewel reward. It would pay his rent several times over.
He heard the door to the dungeons creak and chuckled silently.
A dark haired man stood before him. He appeared to only be a shadow, with skin tinged blue and his arms adorned by golden bracelets and charms. This was the Djinn or Djinn Dynasty; this was the man he was here to kill.
"You have caused quite some trouble, boy." He said, looking rather unimpressed.
Harry didn't even bother responding.
'Aasim's Freedom Blast.' He cast, easily freeing himself. 'Avada Kedavra.' He cast the killing curse emotionlessly, his absolute apathy enough to destroy the shadow of a man before him. Harry picked up the body silently and transfigured it into an innocent looking teddy bear, which he held beneath his arm and casually walked up the stairs.
He looked around at the gaping faces of the guild members.
'Incaendium!' He cast, a phoenix of fire erupting from his chest and swooping wildly around the guild, destroying it entirely. Harry closed his eyes as it did, his head moving ever so slightly to direct the beastly fire.
When it came for him, he opened his mouth wide and swallowed down the fiery beast.
God, he hated the taste of Fiendfyre.
Harry stared at the Fairy Tail building for a moment, then chuckled and entered the building.
He had been gone for roughly two weeks on that job, but the reward was satisfying, to say the least. He had also received a Celestial Key he intended to give to Lucy, though he had been slightly surprised to receive it.
The night of his escape from Djinn Dynasty, Aasim had come to visit him. He had scolded him for his recklessness but then congratulated him on his victory.
The two had sat and talked for a while. Aasim took it upon himself to explain the fate of the Weasleys, which had brought Harry down from his victory high.
By the end of the night, he had been brought back up to it by Aasim's promise of further visits and his giving to him of his key. Aasim requested it be given to Lucy and that Lucy is informed of Harry's past.
Harry had readily agreed.
He turned the pretty white key in hand, smiling, then entered the guild.
"Harry!" Gajeel yelled. "Come meet my cat!" He called excitedly. Harry rolled his eyes.
A few people came over to him, asking about his mission and why he had taken so long. He simply explained about the transport times and they understood. Seeing her moping alone, Harry headed over to Lucy.
'Hey.' He said, smiling a little up at the Celestial Mage.
She looked at him and smiled a little back.
"Hey, Har-chan." She said, looking back to where Natsu, Happy, and some others were fawning over some girl with white hair.
Harry tilted his head at her.
'You alright?' He asked, frowning over at the other girl with disinterest. In the politest of ways, she didn't look to be anybody special, if one ignored the crowd around her, which Harry did, as always.
"I'm fine... You wanted to talk about something, I presume?" She asked, looking down at him.
'Oh, yeah... I, uh, on the job I was on, I found a Celestial Key. I wanted to give it to you... But, before I do, I need to explain something to you. But you can't tell the others, alright? Not even Natsu.' Harry told her anxiously. He had agreed to tell her, so he would.
"Alright... Shall we go somewhere quieter?" She asked, frowning at the small boy. He was never nervous, never.
She suddenly remembered his words when he was under the influence of the snake, Cubellios', venom.
Harry nodded in response to her question and took her hand, pulling her out of the guild, heading to his apartment quietly.
Lucy took a good look around the near bare apartment. There was a simple futon on the floor and a pillow, a picture of a red-haired woman and dark-haired man that she assumed to be his parents in a frame near the futon, but that was about it. There was a plain wooden chest to one side that undoubtedly held clothes and a strange looking key atop it. Harry sat down on the futon awkwardly.
"What was it you wanted to explain?" She asked.
'I... Well... I'm not from Fiore.' He said quietly. 'Or Ishgar. Or even Earthland.'
Lucy stared at him.
'I'm from a world called Earth 238. It's a magical world, a bit like this one, but the wizards hide from the normal people. I was sent here by a spirit, the one whose key I'm going to give you, to train in this world's magic because my own was too strong for the world I was in. Soon, I will likely be sent back to my own world, as I've trained in magic here, so my magic will be properly controlled.'
Lucy just gaped.
'I should have told you sooner, or anybody sooner, but I was scared. Of what you'd think of me. The people back home... They were cruel... They hurt me because I was a freak... I am a freak...' Harry was sobbing now overwhelmed by the emotions he had squashed down for two years.
He didn't resent the Dursleys. It was strange, but he had always craved their love and their attention, their approval, despite them hurting him so badly. He still believed that he was a freak. Still. Deep down, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help but believe it.
That was probably why Aasim had made him do this: so he'd stop bottling up his feelings, or some psychological crap like that.
Lucy hugged him.
"Oh, Har-chan..." She sighed, comforting the eight-year-old the best she could.
And then, then, he truly understood.
He had a new family. Fairy Tail was his new family.
About a half hour later, when Harry had sufficiently calmed down, he gave Lucy Aasim's key.
The blonde stared down at the key, tracing the shield surrounded by a lion's mane tenderly for a moment.
She promised to summon him later, not wanting Harry to go through any more emotional pain just yet. The small boy smiled at her brightly and thanked her for listening and not hating him.
"Har-chan..." She said, hugging him once more. "Nobody in the guild could ever hate you. You're one of us." She said brightly.
"Now, I need to go on a job. I've rent to pay." She groaned, making Harry snigger at her. She smiled at him and the two walked out of the small apartment.
'Maybe we should go on a job together while everybody fusses over the girl you're jealous of.' Harry suggested. Lucy sputtered and glared at him, blushing.
"I'm not jealous of anybody!"
'Yes, you are. Of that little white haired girl.' Harry grinned. 'Is it because of Natsu?' He sang telepathically.
Lucy hit the back of his head and he sniggered.
'Lucy and Natsu sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!' He teased, remembering how his father, his real father, used to tease his uncles Moony and Padfoot in a similar fashion, which always annoyed his mother and made his uncles flustered.
Lucy swatted his head again, making Harry only laugh harder. She began to chuckle also but was soon laughing just as hard, at nothing and at everything.
They were in the guild now, and night was falling. They walked in together, drawing the attention of many as they laughed.
Lucy grinned down at Harry, who grinned back happily.
Later that evening, the two were looking at the job board, trying to decide.
'I'm not going on a tame beast slayer quest.' Harry said firmly, stubbornly. 'It's just a giant rat, what sort of trouble could it be causing?'
Lucy glared down at him.
"Lots of trouble. Don't underestimate rats." She said, then frowned as the master appeared on the stage, listening to his speech while Harry continued to scour the job board.
"It's time for the S-Class promotions. This year's candidates are Natsu Dragneel, Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser, Elfman Strauss, Cana Alberona, Freed Justine, Levy McGarden, Mest Gryder, and Harry Potter."
Harry looked up as his name was announced, followed by shouts of protest about him only having been there for a short while.
"Each candidate will need a partner. Only one partner." Makarov said, grinning. He then disappeared off.
Harry stared blankly. Lucy went over to the group of S-Class candidates to speak to them about joining them.
Harry simply stood back, staring in silent shock. Was he a candidate? Was he to have a partner?
He heard Lucy deciding to be Cana's partner, and each of the candidates choosing their own. Harry just stood there.
'I-' He stuttered mentally, his mind going absolutely and utterly blank.
He needed a partner?
"I-I'll go with you." A shy voice whispered. Wendy Marvell, who had apparently just turned down the other guy, Mest, when he requested she be his partner, stood behind him.
He turned to face her, recognising her from the Oración Seis fights. He had not been too involved. He'd beaten Cobra, had a small fight with some blue haired dude he found out was Jellal, then had been knocked unconscious when the explosion lacrima he had failed to defuse went off in his face war subsequently set off Nirvana.
She had healed him.
"You're Harry, right?" She asked shyly.
He nodded dumbly, looking up at the older and taller girl.
'Thanks.' He finally said, giving her a small smile, which she returned. It seemed they were, indeed, ready to face the challenges of S-Class Promotions.
Quick note: The incantation Incaenduim is the one I made up for Fiendfyre. It means wildfire in Latin so I thought it made sense. There is no canonical incantation for Fiendfyre, thus I had to create one myself.
