Hey all! This is my first ever Fairy Tail / Harry Potter crossover! To be more precise, it's a crossover of Harry Potter and the AU Fairy Tail I created in 'The S-Class Mage'. I hope you enjoy it!

Book 2 has begun!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fairy Tail.

"So..." Lucy eyed the person across from her. "How's your training going so far?"

"Pomfrey-sensei started teaching me how to identify internal spell damage." Wendy told her. "We finished going through poisons quickly... my general healing magic can purge most of them."

"Good, good..." Lucy nodded. "I'm sorry for making you learn all that during your holidays."

"It's fine, Lucy-nee, I'm actually enjoying it." Wendy smiled. "More importantly, has Meledy-chan sent a letter to you lately?"

"Just two days ago, actually." Lucy fished out a piece of paper from the clutter on her desk. "She says she's having fun, the twins are showing her around... Ottery St. Catchpole, what a weird name... anyway, she also says the twins are going to get Harry away from his relatives and to the Burrow... that's what their house is called." Lucy recalled her meeting with the Dursleys. "Can't say I blame them for wanting to get Harry out of there. You still didn't get any answer to the letters you sent him, did you?"

"No..." Wendy looked troubled. "I'm worried, Lucy-nee. It's not like Harry-san to just ignore his friends like that."

"I'll have Meledy tell me what's going on with him once he gets to the Burrow." Lucy decided, starting to write a letter to her 'daughter'.

"Also..." Wendy hesitated. "In the end, what happened with that delegation to Japan thing?"

"I sent Makarov, Laxus, Juvia, Gildarts, and Bixlow." Lucy explained. "Juvia and Bixlow were surprisingly agreeable, but Gajeel flat-out refused to go. He blustered through a multitude of stupid reasons, but we all know why he really refused."

Both girls smirked knowingly.

Upstairs in the library, Levy sneezed. "Someone must be talking about me."

"Getting back to the letter..." Lucy peered at Wendy curiously. "Meledy says the twins are going to get Harry this evening. Do you want to go to the Burrow to spend some time with your friends?"

"No, thanks." Wendy smiled. "It'd be nice to see them, but I have enough going on in the hospital wing with Pomfrey-sensei and Mira-san. I can always write them a letter, and besides, I'll see all of them in September."

Elsewhere, Harry wondered how he was supposed to do his summer homework, how life with the Dursleys could possibly get any worse, why Ron was outside his barred window in a flying car with his brothers Fred and George sitting in the front seats, and why all three were staring at him.

Wait... what?

"Ron!" Harry shot over to the window, staring at the scene in shock. "What the – how did you-"

"What's going on, Harry?" Ron shot back. "Why didn't you answer my letters? I asked you to come over like twelve times, and then Dad came home and said you got a warning about using magic in front of Muggles...

"It wasn't me." Harry blinked. "And how did he know?"

"He works for the Ministry." Ron explained. "You know we're not supposed to use magic outside school-"

Harry pointed a the flying car. "Look who's talking."

"That doesn't count." Ron waved him off. "We just borrowed it from Dad, it was already like this. But doing magic in front of those Muggles you live with-"

"Again, it wasn't me." Harry sighed. "But I can explain later. Look, can you tell everyone at Hogwarts that the Dursleys locked me up and won't let me go back there and obviously I can't use magic to leave-"

Fred laughed. "You really think we're here just to talk to you?"

"Tie that around the bars." George tossed him some rope.

"If the Dursleys find out, I'm dead."

"Don't worry about that, and stand back." Fred told him, before the car began slowly moving away. With a loud crunch, the bars were pulled away from the window. Ron quickly reached out and hoisted them up into the car's trunk. As soon as he was done, Fred steered the car as close to the window as he could.

"Get in."

Harry hesitated. "What about all my Hogwarts stuff?"

Fred and George exchanged looks. "Where is it?"

"Locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and I can't get out of this room-"

"No problem." The twins climbed out of the car and through his window, leaving the car hovering behind them. Harry watched as they made their way to his door and picked the lock with a hairpin.

"A lot of wizards consider this a waste of time, but it's a useful Muggle trick." Fred clarified. "We consider such skills worth learning, even if they're a bit slower than magic."

The door swung open with a small click.

"We'll get your trunk." George told Harry. "You get any stuff you have in here and pass it to Ron in the meantime."

"Watch out for the bottom stair, it creaks." Harry warned them before they vanished in the darkness.

At last, after Harry put everything in the car and helped the twins push his trunk into the car's boot, both of them climbed into the car and George nodded to Fred. "Let's go."

But as Harry stepped on the windowsill, there was a loud screech from behind, followed by uncle Vernon's indignant yell.

"I forgot Hedwig!" Harry panicked, rushing back into the room to get the owl. Behind him, the three Weasleys exchanged identical looks with the meaning 'dumbass'. Quickly, Harry snatched up the cage, dashed back across the room, and handed it to Ron before preparing to climb back into the car. At the same time, Vernon smashed the door open, noticed Harry about to leave and charged at him, grabbing his ankle and pulling him back.

Fred, George, and Ron immediately grabbed his arms and began pulling as hard as they could.

"Petunia!" Vernon roared. "He's getting away! He's getting away!"

With a final tug, the three boys managed to pull Harry free. As soon as he climbed into the car and slammed the door shut, Ron ordered Fred to hit the gas and the car shot up quickly.

Still hardly believing that he'd gotten away, Harry wound down his window and glanced at the Dursleys, who were all watching him through the window in shock.

"See you next summer!" He shouted at them gleefully.

And there was much rejoicing.

There was a slight bump as they hit the ground and stopped.

"Touchdown!" Fred cheered.

Harry climbed out of the car and his eyes slid over an old garage and a small yard before he turned towards the Weasley house. It looked as if someone had stack several rooms on top of each other carelessly until the building was several stories tall and so crooked that magic must have been the only thing stopping it from collapsing. A lopsided sign near the entrance said 'The Burrow'. Several fat brown chickens were pecking around in the yard.

Ron shrugged. "It's not much."

"It's brilliant." Harry countered, causing Ron to turn red.

"Now, we'll go upstairs really quietly." Fred began. "And we'll wait for Mum to call us for breakfast. Then, Ron, you'll come down the stairs saying 'Mum, look who showed up last night' and she'll be all pleased to see Harry and no one will ever know we took the car."

"Right." Ron nodded. "Come on, Harry, I sleep at the-"

Ron cut himself off, turning green as he stared at the house. A short and plump woman with a kind face was approaching them, looking a lot like a predator about to ambush its' food.

"Oh dear..."

"So." Mrs Weasley began, staring from one guilty-looking face to another. "Have you any idea how worried I've been?"

"Sorry, Mum, but we had to-"

All three of the Weasleys cowered in fear when she began screaming at them. "Beds empty! No note! Car gone – might have crashed – out of my mind with worry – did you care? Never as long as I've lived – you wait until your father comes home, we never had trouble like with Bill or Charlie or Percy-"

"Perfect Percy." Fred muttered.

"You could do with being more like him sometimes!" Mrs Weasley shouted at him. "You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have made your father lose his job-"

"Mum." Ron spoke up, paling. "Mum, stop, you'll wake her up."

Mrs Weasley hesitated, blanching a little, before continuing her tirade in a much lower voice. It seemed to go on for hours and she had eventually gone hoarse before turning on Harry, who flinched and took a step back.

"I'm very pleased to see you, Harry, dear." She told him. "Come in and have some breakfast."

She turned and led them into the house. The kitchen was small and cramped, with a scrubbed wooden table and chairs in the middle. Harry quickly sat down in one of the seats, looking around in wonder.

Mrs Weasley was by the stove with a frying pan, casting glares at her sons as she fried sausages and muttered things like 'don't know what you were thinking' and 'never would have believed it'.

"I don't blame you, dear." She told Harry, piling a stack of sausages on his plate. "Arthur and I have been worried about you too, Just last night we were thinking of coming to get you ourselves if you hadn't replied to Ron by Friday. But really-" She turned to fry some eggs. "Flying an illegal car halfway across the country – anyone could have seen you-"

She flicked her wand at the dishes in the sink, which began cleaning themselves immediately.

"It was cloudy, Mum!" Fred protested.

"You keep your mouth shut when you're eating!"

"They were starving him!" George added, backing his twin up.

"You too!" Mrs Weasley snapped, but her expression softened when she turned to prepare Harry a sandwich.

At that moment, a small red-haired figure appeared in the kitchen, gave a small squeal, and ran out again.

"Ginny." Ron snorted. "My sister. She'd been talking about you all summer."

"Yeah, she'll be wanting your-" Fred began, before turning white and falling silent.

An aura of death and pain oozed in through the doorway and spread around the kitchen, followed by a pink-haired demonic figure which was generating it. Harry watched in confused terror as the thing stumbled over to a nearby pot, plucked a cup from Mrs Weasley's slack hand, and poured itself a large amount of some steaming brown liquid, before drinking deeply. The oppressive feeling lightened as the figure drank, until it set the mug off to one side and glanced at Harry.

"Oh, so you are here." Meledy smiled, having had her morning coffee. "How's it going, Harry?"

Harry was puzzled. "Why are you here?"

"Same reason as you, I got invited." Meledy told him. "Although I wasn't blocked from getting his letters, like I'm guessing you were."

Ron sidled over to Fred. "You know, I suddenly have much more respect for Hermione."

Fred was still shaking off the effects of Meledy's aura, but nodded jerkily. "Yeah, I can't imagine dealing with that thing every morning..."

"Man..." George yawned. "I'm tired... I think I'll go to bed."

"You will not." Mrs Weasley snapped. "It's your own fault you've been up all night. You're going to de-gnome the garden for me, they're getting completely out of hand again."

"Oh, Mum-"

"And you two." She added, glaring at Ron and Fred.

"You can go up to bed, dear." She told Harry. "You didn't ask them to fly that wretched car. You and Meledy are both guests, you don't have to help out."

"It's fine." Harry looked intrigued. "I've never seen a de-gnoming before."

Meledy nodded in agreement.

"That's very sweet of you both, but it's dull work." Mrs Weasley reached for a heavy book on the mantlepiece. "Now, let's see what Lockhart says on the subject..."

George groaned. "Mum, we know how to de-gnome a garden."

Harry glanced at Mrs Weasley's book. Written across the front cover were the words: Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests. There was a large photo of a very handsome wizard with wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes on the cover.

"Oh, he is marvelous." Mrs Weasley smiled when the photo winked at her. "He know his household pests all right, it's a wonderful book..."

"Mum fancies him." Fred explained in a stage whisper.

"Don't be ridiculous, Fred." His mother turned pink. "All right, if you think you know better than Lockhart, you can go and get on with it, and if there's even a single gnome in that garden when I come out to check..."

Yawning and grumbling, the Weasleys shuffled outside with Harry and Meledy following them. The garden was wide and fit Harry's image of one exactly. There were plenty of weeds, and the grass needed trimming, but there were gnarled trees all around the edges, plants Harry had never seen before in every flowerbed, and a large green pond full of frogs.

"Muggles have garden gnomes too, you know." Harry told Ron.

"Yeah." Ron snorted. "I've seen those things they think are gnomes."

He bent over a bush and reached in. "Like fat little Father Christmases with fishing rods..."

There was a loud scuffling noise, the bush shook, and Ron straightened up triumphantly. "This is a gnome."

"Gerroff me! Gerroff me!" A small, leathery-looking thing with an eerily potato-like head squealed, hanging from Ron's hand. Ron held it up by it's ankles and turned it upside down.

"This is what you have to do." He explained, lifting his arm swinging it in large circles. "It doesn't hurt them, you just have to make them really dizzy so they can't find their way back to the gnomeholes.

He let go of the gnome and it flew twenty feet away from him, landing in the field over the hedge.

"Pathetic." Fred help up another gnome. "I bet I can clear that stump."

Harry, after his first gnome bit him when he tried to simply drop it over the hedge, stopped feeling merciful. The air soon filled with flying gnomes, Meledy seemingly having the time of her life as she threw four at once and drop-kicked a fifth one at the same time.

"See, they're not too bright." George snatched up six at once. "The moment they know we're doing this they come out to watch. You'd think they'd learn to stay put by now..."

"They'll be back, though." Ron watched the staggering line of gnomes vanish in a far-off hedge. "they love it here... Dad's too soft with them, he thinks they're funny-"

A loud slam cut him off.

"He's back!" George exclaimed, hurrying through the garden with the others right behind him. "Dad's home!"

Mr Weasley was slumped in his chair with his glasses off and his eyes closed. He was a thin man who was going bald, but his remaining hair was as red as any of his children's.

"What a night..." He reached blindly for a teapot. "Nine raids... nine! And Mundungus Fletcher tried to hex me when I had my back to him... please tell me Meledy is up already, I don't wanna face that thing again..."

He took a large gulp of tea and sighed.

"Find anything, Dad?"

"All I got was a few shrinking door keys and a biting kettle." Mr Weasley yawned. "There was some nasty stuff that wasn't my department, although there were those odd ferrets, but I think that's for the Committee on Experimental Charms, thank goodness..."

George frowned. "Why would someone make door keys shrink?"

"Just Muggle-baiting." Mr Weasley explained. "Sell them a key that shrinks to nothing so they can never find it when they need it... of course, it's hard to find them since a Muggle will never admit to having a shrinking key – they'll insist they just keep losing it. They'll go to any length to ignore magic, even if it's staring them in the face... but the things our lot have taken to enchanting, you wouldn't believe-"

"Like cars, for instance?"

"Cars?" His eyes snapped open and he stared at Mrs Weasley guiltily. "Molly, dear?"

"Yes, Arthur, cars." She crossed her arms angrily. "Imagine a wizard buying a rusty old car and telling his wife all he wanted to do with it was take it apart to see how it worked, while really he was enchanting it to make it fly."

Mr Weasley blinked. "I don't think that would be going against the law, dear, but maybe, um, he would have done better to tell his wife the truth... there's a loophole in the law, as long as he didn't fly the car, he could make it able to-"

"Arthur Weasley, you put that loophole in there!" Mrs Weasley shouted. "Just so you could go on tinkering with Muggle rubbish in your shed. And for your information, Harry arrived this morning in the car you weren't intending to fly!"

"Harry?" Mr Weasley blinked, puzzled. "Harry who?"

He looked around, noticed Harry, and jumped.

"Good Lord, is it Harry Potter? Very pleased to meet you, Ron's told us so much about-"

"Your sons flew the car to Harry's house and back last night!" Mrs Weasley screeched. "What have you got to say about that, huh?"

"Did you really?" Mr Weasley looked at each of his sons in turn. "Did it go all right?"

Meledy dissolved into giggles and started rolling around on the floor, tears in her eyes as she clutched her stomach.

Ron glanced at Harry in amusement. "It's been a while since I've seen her do that."

"I-I mean..." Mr Weasley quailed under his wife's glare. "That was very irresponsible, boys, very irresponsible indeed."

"Let's leave them to it." Ron said quickly, noticing his mother prepare to yell again. "Come on, I'll show you my room."

They slipped out of the kitchen and down a narrow hallway to an uneven staircase. On the third landing, Harry noticed a pair of brown eyes staring at him from behind a doorway before it closed quickly.

"Ginny." Ron grunted. "You don't know how weird it is for her to be this shy, she never shuts up normally..."

They climbed up more stairs until they reached a door with peeling pain and with a plaque which read 'Ronald's Room'.

Harry stepped in, his head almost touching the slanted ceiling, and blinked in surprise. It was like walking into a furnace – almost everything in the room was a violent shade of orange, even the ceiling. Posters of the same seven wizards and witches covered every inch of the wall, all of them wearing bright orange robes, holding broomsticks and waving energetically.

"Your Quidditch team?"

Ron nodded. "The Chudley Cannons. Ninth in the league."

Ron's books were thrown in a corner of the room, his wand was next to a fish tank full of frogspawn on the windowsill, and his rat Scabbers was snoozing in a patch of sunlight.

"Meledy hates coming in here." Ron told Harry. "Says it clashes with her hair. I thought she was on fire the first time I saw her in this room."

Harry stepped over to the window and peered out, taking note of the gnomes sneaking back into the Weasley garden. Then he turned to Ron, who was watching him nervously.

"It's a bit small." Ron said quickly. "Not like that room you had with the Muggles. And I'm right under the ghoul in the attic, he's always banging on the pipes and groaning..."

Harry gave a wide grin. "This is the best house I've ever been in."

Rampant Stupidity Point #2: Oh hey, I'm gonna pack all my stuff, hand it to my best friend who's outside my window in something breaking all the laws of physics, then go back and help two people carry something they can easily manage to lift on their own, and then I'm gonna join them in the physics-defying vehicle, all the while forgetting about the only other living thing in my room, which has kept me company for over a month. See, I'm smart like that...

WHAT THE FUCK, HARRY?

Chapter 15 will be out shortly, now that TSCM is on hold. Look forward to it!

Thanks for reading!