CHAPTER 12
Back in Fiore, Harry and the others arrive back at the Fairy Tail guild. Makarov is at the enterance waiting for them.
"So, how did your first job go, Harry?" Makarov asked with a smile.
"I think it went pretty well. I don't think I've could have done it without their help ."
Makarov nods. "I'm glad to see that you're jumping right into working and making new friends here, Harry." He says.
"Thank you, sir. I sorry if I sound impatient, but did your books contain anything that could help me?"
"There's no need to apologize, Harry. Your question is quite reasonable. The only answer I can give is yes and no. I found a way to remove the horocrux, but not send you home."
Harry sadly nods. He was hoping for a way to go home, but ridding himself of the horocrux was better than nothing. At least it will give his friends a fighting chance, as he doesn't know if being on a different plane of existence would have negated the horocrux's containment of the part of Voldemort's soul to begin with.
"Don't give up hope, Harry. I promise you you will get home."
"I know, sir. I'm just worried over my friends. I know they'll fight to the bitter end, but I just don't want them to get hurt or killed ."
"Everything will be okay, Harry. From what you told me earlier about them, I have no doubt that they will be victorious in the end. You must have and keep the same faith in them as well."
Harry nods as he wipes tears from his eyes. He gives a smile.
"You're right, sir. I'll do my best to have and keep faith in them."
Makarov smiles and nods.
"That's good to hear. Let's go up to my room and I'll remove that horocrux from you."
They go up to the room and enter and Makarov shuts the door.
"Have a seat, Harry." Makarov says.
Harry sits down. Makarov opens a book on his desk and turns the pages until he finds the spell he was looking for. He then holds up a vial and begins reading the spell. Harry feels a slight pain. Then suddenly, a dark, gray mist exits Harry's body and goes into the vial. Makarov quickly puts a cork on the vial, entrapping it.
"Okay. That should do it." Makarov says.
Harry felt a little woozy afterwards. Soon, he felt better and got up and walked towards the desk. He looks at the vial with a mixture of worry and relief.
"So, that's what it looks like. What are you going to do with it?" Harry asked.
"Put it in a mystical containment. Don't worry, it'll be quite safe. I'll then take it to the next meeting of my fellow Saint Wizards where we can properly dispose of it."
Harry nods with a little uncertainy, but feels that Makarov seems to know what he is doing.
"Okay, sir. Thank you for removing it for me."
"You're welcome, Harry. Now lets' go back out and tell the others. I'm sure they're worried about you."
Makarov opens the door and several of the wizards fall forward to the floor. Makarov gives a peeved look,
"Do you people have anything else to do, beside eavesdrop? We were just going to tell everyone that everything was okay!" Makarov said.
All the wizards stand up and nervously look away, avoiding all eye contact.
"Sorry, Master. We didn't mean to pry." One of them said.
Makarov sighs.
"It's okay. I know you all meant well. Harry, go back outside with them. I'm going to put the vial away and head off to bed."
"Okay, sir. Thanks again. Have a good sleep."
"You too, Harry." Makarov says as Harry leaves with the others and he shuts the door.
Over the next few days, Harry becomes good friends with the other wizards, especially with Levy McGarden and Juvia Lockser. Levys' no-nonsense approach to things and her book smarts reminded him of Hermoine, and Juvia's bubbly personality and sometimes air-headedness reminded him of Luna.
But this only made him more homesick, and though he loves and cares for his new friends in his life, he hopes to return to Hogwarts soon.
