Summary: Harry Potter/Fairy Tail: What if upon facing the Horntail in the Tournament, Harry ended up remembering a past that had been stolen from him? What if he was the Ice Dragon Slayer of the Fairy Tail guild?
I do not own the rights to Harry Potter whom belongs to J. K. Rowling, Fairy Tail whom belongs to Mashima Hiro nor to anything else in this story! If I did then I would be freaking rich!
Harry James Potter, fourteen-year-old wizard and Boy Who Lived, stared at his shaking knees as he sat in the tent that blocked him from the other competing Triwizard Tournament Champions; he would be facing the Hungarian Horntail dragon, the most dangerous of them all, and yet for some reason he felt nothing but excited as well as a sharp pain in his head.
"Merlin!" the young wizard grunted as he clutched his forehead in his head as a strange voice spoke up.
"... 'ember th't yo'e the 'on of a dr'on..."
The voice faded in and out as if it came through a screwed up radio, Harry was pulled from his thoughts on who the voice belonged to when he heard his name and stepped from the tent into the arena.
There it stood, the dragon was at the other end of the enclosure crouched over her eggs with her wings half-unfurled and her reptilian-yellow eyes staring at him with curiousity and her large black scaled spiked tail moving side-to-side. The crowd was making a good deal of noise but Harry wasn't listening for he could only wonder why he wasn't afriad of the monstrous deadly creature before him, and jumped when the dragon spoke in plain English.
"You smell of Tundra." the dragon spoke, its voice distinctly feminine and young. "Yet... you do not show the same characteristics that he had spoken of when talking about you."
"Wh- what?" stuttered Harry, wincing as the name 'Tundra' reverbrated through his mind unknowingly a small crack showing on a steel-like door. "Who- whose Tundra?"
"You do not remember? The name of the one who taught you? Who raised you as a youngling?" the dragon hissed in anger, making the crowd quiver and yet Harry still stood there. "Perhaps... I should help you remember!" Harry had only a second to dodge to the side, a large blast of fire hitting where he had just been at and began to fire off various spells and hexes that only bounced off the dragon's scales. "Such weak attacks won't work on me! Fight with your true MAGIC!"
The dragon roared hard, blasting off a massive torrent of fire that scorched and burnt even rocks into ashes, Harry had only a second to think before sucking in his breath and roaring as well. "Hyōryū no Hoko (Ice Dragon's Roar)!" He shouted instinctively, shooting out pieces of broken, sharp, jagged ice from his mouth that froze over the torrent of fire and then impacted onto the dragon making the enormous reptilian grunt in pain.
Just as Harry ended the attack, he felt his eyes droop and then land face-first into the ground as the words from earlier came in this time loud and clear. "Harry remember that you're the son of a dragon..."
"Father." he uttered before passing out onto the cold, stone floor.
Flashback
Four-year-old Harry grunted as the ham-sized fists slammed into him over and over again, the child's eyes clenched shut as he wished with all of his might that he was anywhere but here.
CRACK!
The green eyed child gasped as he felt his body seemingly squeezed through a tube and then found his body being hit by cold weather. "Who dares to enter the home of Tundra?!" a loud booming voice spoke, making Harry squeak in shock before looking upwards to see a massive ice-blue scaled dragon with teal eyes that looked around before looking down at the squeak. "A youngling?! What is a youngling doing all the way out here in the mountains of Fiore?"
"I- I ju- just app- appeared here." the small bruised child stuttered, making the dragon narrow its eyes a bit before widening at the immense magical power that flowed off the child and grinned largely.
"Child, how would you like to stay here and be my student?" Tundra questioned Harry, who just gave a shy smile and nodded. "Very good, from now on I will teach you to be the Ice Dragon Slayer!"
End Flashback
Harry grunted in his sleep, a cold icy breeze radiating off his unconscious body as he tossed and turned in the Hogwarts' Hospital Wing; small numerous cracks appearing in the air as his magical power surged and fought against whatever was blocking it from being used to the full capacity of it.
Flashback
Seven-year-old Harry walked into the town of Magnolia dressed in tattered sweatpants and no shirt as well as no shoes; the black haired child blinked at the various amounts of people moving about the town and focused his senses on the highest grouping magical power and headed towards that direction.
He soon came to a stop in front of a large building that had the picture of a fairy with a pointed tail, pushing the doors open, Harry walked into the building just in time to have to dodge a flying chair thrown through the air.
The black haired child stretched his senses to pin-point the most powerful magical signature and moved towards an old man who appeared to be the same size as himself. "Are you the master?" Harry asked, getting the short old man looking up at him.
"That I am. Makarov Dreyar, Third Master of Fairy Tail." the man, Makarov, answered. "How may I help you, child?"
Harry gathered his courage before speaking, having not been in the company of so many humans in a while. "I want to join Fairy Tail!"
End Flashback
A figure stood over the tossing boy, raising it's wand just before a icy-aura burst into existence slamming into the person knocking them backwards and into the wall. The prone form of Harry glowed brightly before his appearance changed slightly, his eyes narrowing slightly and popping open to reveal his green eyes now having an animalistic pupil in them.
The changed eyes locked onto the figure, which was revealed to be Albus Dumbledore, and glared with fury at the elder wizard. "You!" he hissed, as he remembered the man.
Flashback
Harry had been with Fairy Tail for over two years now, and was just returning from a D-Class mission that involved helping clear out some wild animals near a farm. The nine-year-old laughed in enjoyment as he raced across the tree-branches of the woods near the farm moving in a blur to normal humans; the boy's instincts suddenly screamed for him to dodge and as such he leapt into a front-flip to land on the ground with grace.
The Dragon Slayer looked around before his eyes landed on an old man dressed in bright purple robes with stars and a pointed hat; his eyes were blue that twinkled kindly, but set Harry's instincts on edge. "Who are you? And why did you attack me?!" he demanded, his pointed canines poking from his upper lip over his lower lip.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore and I am here to return you to your Aunt and Uncles home, my dear boy." the old man spoke, as if he was Harry's grandfather and was disappointed in Harry.
"Piss off, old man. I am not going back there ever again!" Harry shouted in anger, his memories of his former residence making him angry as his magical aura started to freeze the ground around him.
"I'm afraid that I must insisted, Har-" the man was forced to dodge a fist incased in ice that froze the ground and created a crater as well. "How interesting... you can use wandless magic, but where did you learn it?"
"None of your business! Hyōryū no Kōken (Ice Dragon's Diamond Fist )!" Harry roared angrily, his emotions over-riding his common sense to fight properly and was dodged again only to be hit with a red light that made Harry fall unconscious but not before hearing the old man one last time.
"... Now to make you forget..."
End Flashback
Dumbledore looked up, from his frosted over place on the ground, at Harry. "Harry, my boy..." he started, only to be cut-off by a freezy blast of air.
"I am not your dear boy, Dumbledore." Harry hissed in anger, before reigning in his emotions to think clearly. "You took me away from my one true family, my memories and even my hard-earned skills. But now, I have them once again and once I finish this tournament, I am going to be back with my true family."
Dumbledore looked at the boy, who glared back icily and a small almost tracing scale-like markings on his body. "Very well, Harry." the defeater of Grindlewald said, standing up and letting the slight frost on his body to be melted by a simple warming charm and left the Hospital Wing.
Once the man was gone and the markings vanished, Harry moved to the bathroom and stared at his reflection with calm eyes; his once muscled body now only had slight muscles and the rest of him was frail looking. He glanced at his right forearm and smirked at the sight of his guild marking in full icy-blue view. "Guess its time to get back into shape."
A month later, found him out on the grounds of Hogwarts as, the shirtless form of Harry grunted as he stood on his hands, exercising making his corded muscles tighten and flex, as well as using his magic to generate frost and ice around himself at a 5 foot radius as well as manipulating it into shapes and objects.
A loud hoot made Harry glance upwards to see his snowy-white familiar Hedwig looking at him with her amber eyes, a scolding look in them. "I know, time to take a break and eat." he sighed and dropped onto his feet letting his magic reign back in allowing the frost and ice to vanish from the area. "You know, you act way to much like my mother sometimes."
Hedwig hooted, as if saying "Someone has to", and fluttered onto his right shoulder before begining to preen at his untidy hair that had began to grow out. Together the duo made their way into the castle towards the Great Hall, where the two's heightened sense of smell could pick up fresh food.
Entering the Great Hall, Harry made his way towards the end of the Gryffindor table as he sat down the stern form of Professor McGonagall appeared over him and stared down. "Mister Potter, may you perhaps put on a shirt?" the Transfiguration teacher demanded, conjuring a simple dress-shirt that the teenager pulled on, as numerous girls around the hall stared at the boy's corded lean muscles. "Thank you."
Harry nodded at the Deputy Headmistress, who he actually liked, and looked back at his food only to blink at the sight of his bacon missing making him turn to his familiar. "Did you eat my bacon, Hedwig?" he asked, getting a bark of indignation from the owl. "I thought so."
As the Dragon Slayer ate, he ignored the various mutterings of the people around him and grunted in annoyance as his hearing picked up some of the words.
"Did you see his muscles!"
"I know! He's so fit!"
"Stupid Potter!"
"I heard that he's learning dark magic."
On and on the mutterings went, before Harry's annoyance grew with each words before letting out a bit of his reigned in magic spread outwards in a sharp pulse making the mutterings stop and a icy mist float off his body. Once the mutterings had stopped, Harry smirked mentally and focused back on his meal eating particularly bacon and other meat.
The sound of a throat being cleared made the Dragon Slayer look up before rolling his eyes at the sight of Hermione and Ron standing there, looking upset and jealous respectively. "What?" he asked, his voice chilly a bit.
The bushy haired girl looked at her friend since their first year and huffed a bit. "I was saying that I had been looking everywhere for you, Harry." said the girl, a scolding tone in her voice playfully.
"Oh, was just doing some exercise this morning." Harry said, smiling a bit and then looking at Ron. "Did you need something?"
The youngest male Weasley grunted at being adressed. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry, Harry." the words were practically spat out as if they hurt to say.
"No, you aren't." the black haired teenager replied, staring as if Ron was an annoying insect to him. "You think that everything should be yours just because your family doesn't have much money and when somebody has something you want, you get all prissy because you don't have the balls to do actual work to earn it. You have no special skills, beside chess, you are lazy beyond all belief and prefer to have other people do work for you."
Ron stared at the Boy Who Lived with angry blue eyes at being told all those things, before swinging a fist at the other teen only for the boy to swiftly dodge around it while sitting and palm-thrust into Ron's sternum knocking him backwards in a bench at the Ravenclaw table. There was silence as everybody looked at the calmly sitting Harry with wide eyes at the display of violence to one of his friends, only to get an icy glare from said teenager making them look away.
A bit more of the first one, but this is up for adoption with the rest of my ideas if you would like them.
