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Laxus finally understood why his grandfather drank so much.
When the group had first crash landed into this new world, Laxus just went with it, no one here was powerful enough to actually challenge him strength wise, so he just watched and interacted with the teachers while the other five incorporated themselves with the students. Maybe it was because he basically made himself a teacher or the others already thought of him as such, Laxus felt the reigns of leadership fall to him. The others looked to him as a pillar of strength and wisdom.
With that role, Laxus felt himself caring less and less about what others could do for him and more about how to keep the group from making countless messes. Laxus had to always keep an eye on Natsu in case he was feeling particularly excitable and took to causing explosions, usually Lisanna kept him in check, but by the end of the year, Natsu had still torched four rooms.
The girls never really needed him, but they looked to him for training and advice, being the eldest, he would do what he could, but he always felt he had never done enough.
Harry looked to Laxus the least, having learned from him for years, but if Laxus made a decision, Harry agreed, no questions asked.
They gave him the respect he had always wanted, not the fanatical loyalty the Thunder Legion had given, but real comradeship, they would fight by his side if he only asked. But it went further than that for Laxus, he never felt once that he was above them, he was worth more, if anything, he felt he was worth the least.
It made everything Makarov did make perfect sense, calling the members his children and his willingness to fight the council at every turn if it put anyone of them in jeopardy.
But that fulfilling sensation came with an equal burden. Laxus felt he was responsible for every bad thing that happened, and when Harry got kidnapped and he was forced to sit by because of 'traditional rules', he almost blasted the other judges.
Now Harry kept bugging to go after the bastard who had put him in the hospital for almost a week, even his fight with Harry during Fantasia hadn't put him down for that long. Granted Porlyusica was a much better healer, but that was beside the point.
Laxus wouldn't say it to his face, but Harry wasn't ready to fight Voldemort. In terms of magic Harry could destroy the guy sure, Harry's brand of slayer magic was ridiculously effective against the weak cores that most people in this world had.
Harry had been thrown off his game, Voldemort had gotten into his head and that meant Harry couldn't fight to the best of ability. While slayers usually had to be intimately involved with their emotions as well as their magic, Harry was different, when he got angry, he got sloppy, less emotion made him stronger. Natsu was the opposite, the more emotion, the more power. Laxus was closer to Natsu on the spectrum, but Gajeel was more like Harry.
Laxus guessed it had to do with representing their element. Natsu ruled when he burned bright while Harry fought his best when acting as a cold persona of death. As long as Harry wasn't in control off his emotions, Laxus refused to go after Voldemort, it would only hurt Harry more.
But he knew things weren't going to remain this way unless they found a way back home, so Laxus pushed everyone in that direction. But that all went to hell when the new bill got passed and Harry and Meredy were forcefully enrolled into Hogwarts, they would be a part of the system now, forced to be sorted into the silly houses and follow the convoluted rules.
Harry didn't take the news well and stormed off, Laxus let him have his space, but when Meredy told him Harry had triggered his help signal before going black, Laxus lost his cool. Harry was his student, not anyone else's. Laxus knew that Dumbledore had something to do with Harry's signal and was determined to help as best he could. That's when he noticed a certain job add in Neville's copy of the paper and a nasty smile spread over his face, Harry wasn't going to be stuck in that castle with only Meredy as backup, not if he could help it.
following Meredy, 3rd person POV
The rest of the summer waiting for the trip to Hogwarts was nerve wracking for everyone. Harry had managed to get Laxus a letter saying he was fine and would see Meredy on the train. Since then there had been no contact since then, they all had to trust Harry could take care of himself.
The trip to Diagon Alley had been mostly uneventful with the exception of both Laxus and Meredy getting wands. While Meredy needed one to be a student, Laxus said he simply wanted to try his hand with some new magic, the smile he had on his face and abundance of defensive magic texts he had also spent most of his own money on said otherwise.
Laxus's wand had been 13 inches of lightning struck applewood with a thunder bird tail feather crossed with a dragon heartstring for its core. Ollivander had commented it was particularly unyielding and good for battle magics.
Meredy's wand on the other hand, held some surprises. It was only 11 and a half inches, made from the branch of a cherry tree, the most precise and lethal of the woods. The core was what made it interesting. Ollivander had told them that the core was the hair of a dark elf. What made that interesting was that dark elves were masters of illusion and only someone who could take in every detail, every sensation, could truly master the wand. Meredy had simply given the old man a happy smile and paid for her wand.
While they had been worried at first if they could channel magic through their new wands, the Earthlands wizards were happy to find that wand magic was ridiculously easy compared to their own spells, not to mention much less taxing.
Meredy had quickly gone through the spell books for the previous years and had started to practice the spells for the upcoming years. She didn't bother with any of the non wands classes, they would be simple enough to pick up. DADA, charms, and transfiguration held the most interest for Meredy. She had signed up for Care of magical creatures and ancient runes as electives, figuring that Harry would choose those classes over the other electives.
Meredy was determined to learn as much combat useable magic as she could, she wasn't going to let Harry be the only one putting his neck on the line this year, she was going to help him, even if that meant jumping through the rabbit hole after Voldemort.
September first came quick after that. Laxus had left early in the morning claiming he had business to take care of, so Ultear had gone with Meredy to the platform, as well as Luna and her father.
"Keep an eye on Harry, we don't know what he's been through since he got stuck where ever he was, just be there for him, Voldemort got to him and he hasn't been himself, he needs you more now than ever." Ultear told her, pulling her adoptive daughter into a tight hug Meredy returned.
"He's Harry, he'll be fine, everyone else is who really needs to be careful." Meredy joked back before boarding the train.
Following Harry 3rd person POV
At the sight of a multicolored Lupin and bald Snape, anything Harry had to say or anything that was going to be said about Sirius's introduction was forgotten as the whole kitchen descended into laughter, the exceptions being those who had just entered and a woman Harry assumed the mama Weasley.
After brief introductions to the people in the kitchen that he didn't know, Harry sat down and ate like Natsu. The meal was a boisterous affair, with the twins, the pink haired woman who introduced herself as Tonks, and Sirius, there were laughs a plenty. After the meal though, things began to take a turn downhill.
"So, tell me what's Voldemonkey is up to, where's he been hiding?" Harry asked, turning his gaze onto everyone present.
"You are a mere child, you have no right to demand information, just go to bed, you can start helping with the cleaning tomorrow." Mrs. Weasley told him in a harsh cold tone, and while Harry could appreciate the woman's fantastic cooking, he would not allow this harpy to control him.
Harry lifted his hand and pointed a finger gun at he forehead and let his lightning crackle across his fingers, showing he was effectively holding a weapon to her head.
"I made a deal with your good leader over there, and I intend to see it through, that means I want information and I want in on the fight before I get stuffed up in a castle like a sitting duck for 9 months. So sit down and shut the fuck up." Harry growled, letting his displeasure known.
"He is correct Molly, although his language could be improved, he was promised information, and he knows a good deal as it is. The other children though, I believe have beds to find." Dumbledore said with the ever present twinkle in his eyes.
"If you say so Professor. You heard him you lot, bed, and don't go complaining Fred, George, if you get special permission from Dumbledore you can sit in too." Mrs. Weasley said, shooing all but two of the other Weasleys out of the room.
"So let me have, Voldemort's back, what's his play?" Harry asked, his gaze shifting around the table.
"Your escape and decimation of most of his forces the night of his revival has crippled the immediate effect of his return. You took him from a solid power base to few Death Eaters who are truly loyal. Malfoy acts as his second and funding while Wormtail heads up recruitment of any able bodied pureblood. Fenrir Greyback, who wasn't present at the revival, is recruiting the werewolf packs of the world under his banner and I am supposed to be his spy." Snape said, glaring at Harry the entire time, who could tell there were countless things he would be rather discussing and with anyone else if at all possible.
"Yes you did do a good job then, but I am disappointed you killed so many that night, was there truly no other way, they could have been given second chances." Dumbledore said in his old man voice and Harry rolled his eyes.
"Most looked like they were around the first time, which means this was their second chance, and they failed. While I usually try not to kill anyone, as it is strongly discouraged in my guild, my magic, when unrestrained, can kill very easily, it's why I never used it during the tournament." Harry said, answering the old man and laying his own bait for them, keep them guessing and trying to figure out his magic and not on his actions.
"I see, I disagree, but you are alive so I can't argue too much, just encourage you to show mercy in the future, killing is never the right answer." Dumbledore said gravely, but turning back to the subject at hand.
"There has to be something besides followers, since the Ministry is so kindly ignoring his return he must be working in the shadows, but he has to be working on his reveal, and a way to get his followers out of prison." Harry said, trying to think like a dark wizard.
"Right in one Harry, he will go for Azkaban at one point or another, but there is something else he wants even more, something he didn't have last time." Remus said, running a hand through his bright orange hair.
"Is it a spell, a magical weapon, information?" Harry pressed, addressing Sirius, who Harry knew was most likely to answer him, and he was about to before Mrs. Weasley cut him off.
"That is quite enough and I'm sure you agree headmaster, telling him any more would basically induct him into the Order." she said, but Harry had put the pieces together at this point, especially how everyone had reacted to him guessing information and glancing at him.
"He wants the full wording of the Prophecy regarding himself and I, doesn't he, and you all are trying to guard it, probably a public record somewhere, within the Ministry itself." Harry guessed and the color draining off most people's faces and the brilliant smile Sirius and Tonks had confirmed the theory.
"That is correct Harry, and i'm sure you can understand why we must keep the information protected as best we can." Dumbledore said, removing his glasses and rubbing his temples with one hand, losing his imagine of the all knowing Grandfather, for a split second Harry could see the man underneath Dumbledore's well practiced mask. "All prophecies are detected, recorded, and held within the department of mysteries, which is where magical research takes place and new spells are created. While they are kept there, the Prophecies can only be heard by those who are mentioned in the Prophecy, and the one it was told too."
"Which means only Voldemort, myself, and I'm guessing you can remove it, meaning that any guarding you do is just putting a target in front of Voldemort, you would be much better off trying to keep his recruiting down, or at least try and keep his lieutenants in prison." Harry argued.
"That's what I've been saying, but some people insist that guards are still the way to go in regards to the prophecy." Sirius said, glaring at both dumbledore and Snape.
"I don't know the wording, but I'm guessing it says only I can kill the guy, which is why you all are so desperate to get me on your side and marching to your tune, am I right?" Harry asked, although no response was given.
"That's all for tonight, anything we forgot can be covered at a later meeting when other members of the Order are present, we can pull them from searching for you. Can you also give your Gringotts key to Mrs. Weasley so she can get school supplies for you for the year?" Dumbledore asked gently and Harry glared at both the old man and the expectant look on Mrs. Weasley's face.
"You want me to entrust all my money to someone I just met today and don't particularly like, you must be on some sort of drugs to suggest that, I also must acquire a wand, which I am told requires my presence." Harry
"He's right Albus, on both counts, he souldn't give his key to anyone unless he trusts them with his life, and the wand chooses the wizard as the term goes." Sirius said, his own glare matching one from Tonks and Harry's own.
"I have here a wand I think will suit him quite nicely." Dumbledore said, pulling a long thin box from within his robes. Inside was a soft brown wand that looked like it was made of holly.
When Harry reached to pick up the wand, he felt his own magical core roar in protest to the wand. Sure if he picked the wand up he would be able to use it, but he sensed malicious intent behind it.
"I'll pass, the wand it feels completely wrong, like a sickness." Harry said, glaring at the piece of wood like he was trying to will it to catch on fire.
"If you insist. I will arrange a guard detail to take you to diagon Alley then, I will leave the wand though in case you wish to try it." Dumbledore said and with that the meeting was over and everyone went to their respective rooms if they were staying, or to their own home.
Early the next morning Harry snuck out with his Hogwarts letter, while there was no listed DADA text, it had been marked as to be updated, he could buy the rest of his materials and wand, he flat out refused to try the stick Dumbledore had brought in.
Everything was simple enough to find, although if he hadn't bought the magic activated shrinking trunk first, he would have had a hard time carrying everything around.
Harry's last stop was for his wand, save the best for last. As Harry entered, his slayer's nose picked up the scent of pure magic emanating from the shop, it completely overwhelmed his senses for a brief moment.
"I was wondering when you'd be in to see me Mr. Potter, your family has quite the history with wands. Your mother's was willow, 12 inches, swishy and excellent for charms, your father preferred 11 inches of mahogany, suited for transfiguration. That your mother had the longer wand was the story for their relationship I believe." a grizzled old man came from within the shop, chuckling at his little joke. Harry's advanced hadn't picked him up all with all the interference from within the shop.
"I've sold other wands as well though. 13 in yew and phoenix feather is responsible for the sacr I can faintly see upon your brow. Dumbledore was in just yesterday to fetch it's brother wand, but I can not see it with you." Ollivander said, clearly asking a question.
"If you are referring to the holly stick he offered me, It felt sick, cursed, I didn't even have to touch it to tell." Harry answered with a shiver, he definetly was glad he hadn't taken the wand now, he wanted nothing to do with Voldemort or his wand.
"I see, let's work from there then, which is your wand hand?" Ollivander asked, already going through his collection of boxed wands.
"Left." Harry answered, drawing a raised eyebrow from the old man, but no protest. Harry wanted to keep his main magic in his main hand, if he ever got into a fight, drawing a wand was one of the last things he would pull, barring extreme circumstances.
"I see, try this then, 14 inches, cherry blossom and dragon heartstring." Ollivander said, offering the wand to Harry, who took it gently, not sensing anything malicious from the wand. He gave it a quick wave, but the only result was an exploding vase.
"Nope, let's try that again. " Was all Ollivander said like exploding vases were a common occurrence.
And so Harry tried wand after wand, each resulting in the destruction of some part of the shop.
"Well Mr. Potter, I will have you follow me, it is clear your magic is too complex and too advanced for a basic wand, I'll show you the vault, and if nothing there suits you we shall have to do a custom order." despite the extra work, Ollivander seemed positively thrilled at the prospect of making a custom wand.
"The vault Mr. Potter, holds the most dangerous creation of each of my ancestors to previously own the shop, each took the art of wand crafting to a new level, and only one of their creations have found their partners. I myself finished my contribution to the vault a few years back, what fun it was to craft." Ollivander said, leading Harry to a back room, then through a heavily warded trap door from there.
"You see, no one has ever needed something besides a basic wand for such a long time, while Knockturn Alley does have a few crafters who works strictly in customs, they are poorly made and don't work as well as they should. Even Dumbledore, who recently lost his own wand only needed a standard phoenix feather and old oak, just like his old one." Ollivander said as he revealed the vault to Harry.
Each wand rested inside a glass case with a name plate next to them, the only empty case was the first case.
"Yes, the first Ollivander crafted his wand and died the day after it was completed. It was sold some four hundred years ago to a strange young man who called himself Zeref. As far as I know, he was a wanderer, never had schooling, and soon after he purchased the wand he was never seen again. But enough about that. Feel with your magic, see if any of the wands call out to you.
Promising to look into what Zeref of all people was doing dimension hopping another time, Harry closed his eyes and stretched out his senses.
Each of the wands had a distinct feel to it, there was ones that felt like several of the wizards he knew, Laxus and Meredy among them, one felt like it was emanating fire like Natsu did. None of them felt like Ultear or Lisanna, but he did feel one similar to Freed and one that shone like Makarov.
That's when he felt it. It was small, like a raindrop in the middle of a storm, but it felt right, like his own magic had shaped it.
Harry let the small feeling guide him and soon his hand was resting on one of the cases.
"I see, 11 inches, wood from a pine tree harvested during a new moon, the whole wand was soaked in the essence of a boggart, and the core is most curious, my grandfather who made the wand never said exactly what the core was, he only said it's owner would know what it was, when I tried to find out, all I could sense was raw magic flowing throughout the wand." Ollivander said as Harry examined the wand. The wood was a light beachy color with a scale like pattern carved into it. Harry felt the magic flowing within the wand and was surprised, it felt like a mixture of his own magic crossed with the dragon element of Laxus and Natsu's magic.
"I think I know what is, and I would really like to know how he did it, it feels like the breathe attack of a dragon, one that aligns with me elementally. How your grandfather got access to a dragon from another world, much less contained the essence of it's most powerful attack is incredible." Harry said as he looked the wand over.
"Hm, that is quite incredible." Ollivander said, watching Harry as he handed the wand to Harry and watched as dark grey and green sparks flowed smoothly from the tip.
"I'm starting to think wands of this caliber can only be wielded by people with magical connection to Earthland, Zeref was the most powerful dark lord in history there, and he is still around, causing chaos every now and then." Harry said, looking at the wands still in the cases.
"I see, that is a terrible shame, but I will keep that in mind if any of your friends come for a wand."
"If Laxus, Meredy or Natsu come in, those three will work for them, they resonate with their magic almost perfectly." Harry said, pointing at three more wands inside the room.
"I see, I shall keep that in mind, thank you Mr. Potter, my grandfather was a mentor to me and it means a lot that his greatest creation has found its partner. Take good care of that wand Mr. Potter, it has great power, and that means you must show great restraint." the old wand maker said and with those parting words Harry left and made his way back to Grimmauld place as it was almost lunch time and he was hungry after a full morning of shopping.
Harry was of course greeted by everyone except the twins and Sirius running around like chickens with their heads cut off looking for him. After brushing their concern aside, Harry went up to his room, where he would remain practicing with his new wand, mastering restraining how much power he used. His first attempt at the fire charm wound up looking like something Natsu would do, but it also gave him an excellent chance to practice the repairing charm.
When the requirement for a defensive book came in, Harry heard the Weasley twins comparing lists and saying they must have a teacher who must know what they were doing, as the book was one of the best and actually helped on all facets of defense, not just the magical portion.
Harry's attitude went in a downwards spiral as the school neared. He was allowed to sit in on each meeting, but his opinion was scoffed at by most everyone. Everyone seemed to be content with doing the bare minimum to fight Voldemort so they could sleep easy at night. So that they could say that they were prepared when he revealed himself and they could brag, Harry was disgusted. The only people he could stand in the entire house were the twins, Tonks, and Sirius.
All five were jokers at heart and the only times Harry felt his heart lighten was when he was helping with his runes to prank the other members, mostly Ron. Harry was delighted to find out Sirius was his godfather and wanted to have him meet the rest of the group, but Sirius explained how Pettigrew had framed him and he had been chucked into prison without a trial, and he never would get one because Malfoy wanted his fortune and he couldn't give it to anyone else while he still held influence.
By September first, Harry was ready to get the hell out of Grimmauld place, even though he knew that he would be going to Hogwarts, which would be mostly more of the same. A quick glance at the morning paper revealed that the Ministry had set a new educational decree, saying ghosts cannot be teachers, and Madam Undersecretary Dolores Umbridge would take the post for the coming year. Harry gave a cruel laugh at this, he could get payback at the woman.
But the best news of all for Harry was he would see Meredy again on the train. He only hoped he wasn't to angry with him was his last thought as he boarded the train.
Note of reference, Harry got his wand before Meredy and Laxus did, which was how Ollivander knew which ones to give them, and Natsu will get one later. For those who haven't guessed, Laxus will be the new DADA teacher and he will do things differently. Umbridge will still be a bitch, an even bigger one possibly, but I'll let you all decide that.
I won't be doing the DA, doesn't fit with the characters, but there will be something else to take its place. Weasley twins will be going off the chain so that should be funny.
Harry is getting increasingly unstable, his anger at Voldemort combined with his feeling that he is being ignored and hated are pushing him to the edge. He will get worse as the year goes on.
I have planned out how to get the group back to Earthland and what will happen once they're there, so that should be fun, really really fun.
I'm going to be with extremely questionable wifi for the next three weeks, I'll still be able to write, but not post, so patience, I will dump post everything I write when I get the chance. Almost to 1000 follows so let's get there people.
Happy Reading -Centurion Africanus