Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter or Fairy Tail. They're owned by Rowling-Sensei and Mashima-Sensei respectively. If I did own them then either Fraxus or Miraxus would be cannon :p

Ophelia was certain that her mama was never coming back. She'd long since grown tired of asking her papa and her papa had grown sadder and sadder with each longing glance she sent towards the window.

She didn't dare speak to her papa about the scary dreams she so often had for that would only worry him more. Papa had enough things to worry about, like making sure she ate all her vegetables, remembering to read her favourite bedtime story and to always make sure that she always smiled.

She found it hard to smile lately, especially when she was by herself but she always tried extra hard to be happy when Luna and Papa were around. Ophelia wanted to be happy for Luna, to smile for her papa but she just wasn't good at it, maybe she could ask Fred and George for advice since they were always good at making people smile.

"Luna" Ophelia whispered into the darkness.

"Yes Ophelia?" Her sister called out to her.

"Do...do you ever miss mama?" she asked sadly, little fingers gripping her blanket so tight they were beginning to turn white.

Her sister was silent as she climbed out of her own bed, the bed dipping slightly as Luna climbed in beside her. Luna's feet were icy cold against her own, her nimble fingers entwining with Ophelia's own and giving a tight squeeze.

"All the time"

It wasn't the answer she wanted to hear, nor the one she needed. But her sister was by her side all the same and she wasn't leaving anytime soon.

XOXO

The girl is small, a nimble little creature with small limbs, round doe eyes and wisps of caramel brown hair held back from falling into her face with a simple yellow headband. It's tied around the front of her hair and keeps her wayward fringe out of her eyes, it's an act she's done for as long as she could remember, an act wired into her brain much like the numerous languages and the liking to old books.

For Emily Figg was always an extraordinary child.

There was the fact that she's a witch, the daughter of busy curse breakers and that she'd been a victim of strange and peculiar dreams since her childhood. Dreams of a family she could never quite reach, two best friends who would forever shower her with affection and a man with wild black hair and crimson eyes.

The girl doesn't mind them much, they offer a strange sort of comfort her parents could never give her despite their efforts to dote on her.

Nothing could change the fact that she was a lonely child.

But there was someone much lonelier than she was. He's the boy who lives across the street from her grandmother, the boy who more often than not spent the remainder of his summer days in her grandmother's home and the only boy she could call a friend.

"My Gran says that you like plants?" She knows it's a lie.

She's seen the dark haired boy ordered around on more than knew occasion by a tall stuck of a woman with the face of a horse. From her grandmother's house on privet drive where Emily spent many of her summers she got a clear view of the house of which the Dursley's lived. It was a boringly ordinary looking house, on a boringly ordinary drive but no matter how ordinary the outside was Emily's parents always cast wary glances over towards the small family home.

But it wasn't the Dursley's who her parents kept an eye on, it was their small little nephew. A boy with a wild mess of dark hair and bright emerald green eyes hidden behind large oversized circular glasses.

Harry Potter.

His fingers twisted the hem of his baggy t-shirt almost painfully and Emily mused that it had to be yet another of his whale of a cousin's hand-me-down items of clothing.

"Er...I guess" The boy muttered sheepishly before pushing cracked glasses up his nose.

Emily smiled at her friend, over the few months she had known him, he'd been quiet and reserved. Like him, she too had been lonely as the child of busy working parents more often than not she was forced to move from place to place due to her parents demanding jobs. She treasured her summers on Privet Drive, her time with Harry and despite being two years his senior she'd quickly grown fond of him.

"I have a book on them...you can borrow it if you want" Emily said eagerly.

"Oh thats awfully kind though won't you need it at school?"

"Well the school I'm going to won't study these type of plants on their curriculum"

"I don't think Smeltings even has a curriculum" Harry retorted with a scoff.

Emily chuckled "Something tells me we'll see more of each other" A part of her felt terrible for not being able to tell him the truth, but her parents had stressed to her the importance of keeping poor Harry in the dark. She didn't think it was fair...but life never was.

He shrugs "Sure..." He muttered as he turns the page of Emily's book with a sullen expression.

The girl gave him a small smile. It wasn't much but it was the only reassurance she could give.

"Maybe you could come over yo Grans for tea?" Emily suggests eagerly. It's not much but she feels guilty for keeping her secret from him. For like herself Harry potter is a magical being.

"I have to help Aunt Petunia in the garden" Harry mutters.

"Next week?" Emily asked with a hopeful smile.

The boy hummed slightly as if mustering the thought over in his own mind.

"Okay"

XOXO

A part of him wonders if Lucy- no her name is Celeste- hates him. Fred isn't exactly sure why he cares. Sure the girl aided him with his troubling motion sickness, she filled a void not even George could mend a part of him felt at home around her.

But that didn't change a thing.

No matter who they were. He was Fred Weasley and she was Celeste Malfoy and nothing not any strange feelings would change that.

"Why won't you play with me?"

He quickly shook his head out of his stupor, brows furrowed in slight confusion at the small blonde girl currently wrapped around his twins side like a miniature devil's snare. Her wide blue eyes stared up at him and Fred couldn't fight the smile which started to form.

"What game are we playing oh tiny one?" Fred asked with a low dramatic bow.

Ophelia giggles at his antics, her smile the widest it had ever been since...no..he didn't want to think about it. It was too difficult to not see the eyes of Mrs Lovegood, the eyes of the mother Ophelia had lost every time he looked at the young girl. It was unfair to Fred how someone so young had to suffer- Merlin even Luna the eldest was only Ginny's age and Fred couldn't even bare to think of how Ginny would react if the positions had been reversed.

"Dragons" Ophelia said with a firm nod. She tugged on the hem of his shirt to gain his attention, a slight pout on her lps at his sullen expression. "Dragons" She repeated.

"The lady has spoken" George added before reaching out to ruffle Ophelia's mass of pale blonde curls. She giggles at the action before swatting away his twins hands, though despite the action her smile still remained.

"I take it that you're the princess?" Fred asked with a teasing. It widened at the girls grimace.

The girl shook her head a negative with pure disbelief etched onto her features "No I'm a dragon…" She pointed a finger to her chest before pointing towards him "You're a dragon and George can be...um...he can be Happy cat" Ophelia exclaimed with a grin.

"Happy?" Fred asked a frown forming at the word "That's…"

"Why can't I be a dragon?" George asked with a pout.

"Because..." Ophelia said with a shrug "You're not like us, George...but you're still fun" Ophelia added, her tone was light before she started absently humming her fingers plucking at the petals of a single daisy. It was strange how this child held a presence, a presence similar to Angelina...to Celeste even. Fred shook his head with disbelief attempting to shake away such ludicrous thought….there was no possible way that Ophelia could even be like him. She was sweet, innocent and well a kid.

"Guess I better be the best darn cat " George sighed with mock defeat.

Ophelia shook her head with a grin "You're 'posed to say 'aye sir'...like that" Ophelia told him.

George shrugged "Aye sir?" George repeated with a slight chuckle.

The seven year old gave a shrug "Close enough" She said with a slight frown "But we have time to work on it"

Fred chuckled at the sight his fingers curled to mimic the sharpened claws of a dragon and with the best roar he could muster- which was pretty darn good in his opinion he grasped Ophelia round the waist and twirled her through the air. The little girl in his arms began to shriek in laughter and even his twin couldn't resist the grin beginning to form at the sight.

XOXO

Lucy knew it wasn't a good idea, that someone would get hurt like they always do. But she felt empty and Cedric was there and Cedric was willing. He'd always been good to her...too good to her. But it was their last outing before their third year and the day had been perfect.

Too perfect.

Spending the days with Cedric round the manor had quickly become a highlight over the summer months. Every so often she'd find Mr Diggory eyeing the pair with a hopeful look and her mother with a glint in her eyes.

Lucy couldn't deny that she too wanted to share the hopeful glances with her kind friend, the gentle smiles and the warm feelings. But they were for someone else and for that she felt terrible.

It was why Lucy had decided to do this. To make both her heart and her head hold the same desires, to make things just seem normal. It was why she took a gentle grasp of Cedric hand as they sat by the manors fountain and it was why she looked into his eyes hoping to find something there.

Cedric shifted awkwardly, his hand coming to run through his copper coloured hair as he looked down at her his cheeks tinged pink as his hands slowly came up to rest on her cheeks.

"Are...are you sure?" He asked as he tentatively tucked a strand of pale blonde hair behind her ear. She tried not to compare how his hands weren't warm like Fred's, how he was too gentle and treated her like..like a doll.

Instead she nodded, the and the despite it being summer she found herself clinging to Cedric tighter to seek the warmth he just couldn't give her and yet she so desperately wanted.

"Yes" She breathed as she slowly pressed her lips against his own.

He was gentle, his lips soft against her own and he she couldn't help but find herself comparing them to what Fred's kiss would be like. Would it be warm, soft like Cedric or heated like the flames running beneath his skin.

Her eyes widened as she pulled away, her eyes filled with tears as she guiltily turned away from the boy standing before her.

"I'm sorry…" She muttered.

Cedric nodded, his fingers nervously fidgeting in his lap. "It's alright" He said dejectedly "If you can't kiss your friends then how are you going to kiss anyone else?"

Lucy released a wet laugh as she tucked her fringe behind her ears "Yeah...I guess" She muttered.

He smiled back at her and Lucy felt her chest tighten. He offered her his outstretched little finger, an action which had her raise her brows in confusion.

"Pinky promise" Cedric said with a smile "It's a muggle thing"

"Oh…" Lucy said before copying his action "What do I do?"

He chuckled as he gently wrapped his little finger around her own "This stays between us" Cedric whispered "and well we take it to our graves"

She glanced down at their entwined fingers, the unspoken promise it told and she knew then that She didn't deserve him.

"To our graves"

A/N:

Whoa I am so sorry for the delay. This chapter mainly Lucy's segment became really personal for me as I started to head into a dark place and I found myself reluctant to finish it and for that I must utterly apologize.

I know that I said I wanted thing to speed up in the last chapter but due to us not having been introduced to all the players of this fic I still may have to take things slow. For example there are a number of Fairy Tail characters which haven't made appearances yet and some who may only appear once this fic reaches the later canon Harry Potter

To the reviewer who though cannon Hermione was going to be FT Levy; I did think of that due to me making cannon Viktor into reincarnated Gajeel. However that would mess with the HP pairings that I didn't want to change.

Personally if any pairing Hermione would be part of other than Romione it would be Dramione as really I'm not or never was a Hermione/Krum shipper.

The fairy tail characters who aren't canon HP characters will still be important to the story however due to canon characters. For example Lisanna/Alyssa being the best friend of Fleur and Ophelia/Wendy being the younger sister to Luna and Evan/Elfman and Mila/Mirajane being the friends to Viktor/Gajeel.

I hope that made sense.

TRIVIA: Levy was going to be reborn as cannon Hermione however this was scrapped due to ages and pairings.

Thanks for putting up with my tardiness and let me know what you think!