Title: Fairness and Dignity

Universe / Fandom: Fairy Tail& Harry Potter

Summary: After Voldemort failed to kill Harry, a dormant anima formed from the mixture of residual dark magic and all the magic concentrated in the atmosphere of Godric's Valley and adhered to its essence. During his first seven years Harry lives with the abuse and indifference of the Dursleys. One night, after being cruelly punished, in the middle of his crying his body begins to emanate magic begging to escape from that house. At that moment the soul opens up and transports him to the middle of a forest. An inhospitable place where he is lost and later rescued by a young Jellal in the middle of his training. The young wizard, angry but a little moved by the little green-eyed boy, takes him to Brain who after some time decides, with the complaints of the teenagers Prayer Six, that it is better to give Harry to Hades.

Couple(s): I have no idea. Honestly there will be canon, which I am not used to, but also a lot of anti-canon, yaoi, yuri, slash, brotherhood, everything. Also, I'm not sure what I want to match Harry with either... Ideas, ideas, ideas... And Natsu? I like Sting, but there is also Laxus, Gray... Mmmm... Decisions, decisions, decisions...

Classification / Genres: Aventure, Family, Brotherhood, Romance From the rest there will be yaoi, yuri, m-preg, gore, all a bit n/n

Warnings: Anything that occurs to my Machiavellian mind during the course, so you are warned. Scenes with a high degree of violence, sexual content and adult vocabulary. If any part of this bothers you or makes you uncomfortable, it's best to leave now, otherwise you are free to read at your own risk. (Although, let's be honest, no one listens to this muahahahaha)

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They are the property of their respective trademarks. I only take credit for the creation of this story which is entirely my own. I do not do this for profit, plagiarism or defamation. It's just a recreational way in which I want everyone to have a good time reading n_n

Author's Notes:

EY! It's been a while since I last uploaded a new fic. Only this time it's a small new initiative. I originally publish my stories and fic's in Spanish, but I thought it would be interesting to see how the receptivity would be in other languages. So please support me with your precious Reviews! A review is part of the balanced diet of every good writer n_n

Well, ladies and gentlemen, without further ado I hope to be able to count on your support throughout this initiative that occurred to me.

So, ladies, gentlemen, ladies, ladies and other reading lovers, if this is the first time you read something of mine, get ready for a whole emotional roller coaster that you won't get off of in a while... And for those of you who already know me and have experience with my stories... Well, I'll just say: hold on to that chair as if your lives depended on it *insert evil laughter, lightning and background music* n_n!

Preface

Earth, October 31st, 1981.

Somewhere in the Godric Valley. Great Britain.

The moon rose high in the sky on that clear night. Its light was able to illuminate every corner of the remains, the ruins, of what had been the Potter's residence until only a few hours earlier. When the intrusion of the most feared dark wizard of his time, Lord Voldemort, left a scene that seemed to come out of a childish nightmare. The father's body lay in what had once been the living room, the rubble of the main wall partially covering his remains, revealing only his legs and one arm. The stairs seemed to barely stand up. Across the corridor the incessant crying of an infant could be heard. Little Harry Potter, only one year old, cried at the top of his lungs. He was still in his little corral from where he could see his mother's lifeless body. You could feel all the fear that his crying exuded from the terror, the cold, the penetrating pain of that wound on his little forehead.

No one witnessed how, for an instant, the air in the room seemed to condense around the little body of the baby. How both residual magic and curse energy adhered to Harry giving him a small, momentary glow.

August 3, 1987.

Dursley Residence. England. Little Lingue, Surrey.

-Vernon Dursley dragged his nephew downstairs after catching him using the bathroom. After giving him a good series of straps he locked him in the cupboard under the stairs.

When he found himself once again, hurt and in the dark, the six-year-old could only cry, taking care that his moans were not too loud if he did not want to disturb his uncles. He didn't understand why they were so angry, he knew he had to use the bathroom behind the garage, but they had left the lock on and he really had to pee. But when Uncle Vernon caught him sneaking out, he knew that punishment awaited him. His head in the toilet bowl, stripped of his clothes only to be whipped by his uncle's belt and then thrown into that cold little cupboard. It was not fair.

His tears fell down his face soaking his old pillow, his hands hugged his shoulders trying to get warm and a little plea escaped his weak throat:

-Please... Someone... Please save me.

And, for the first time in six years, that sleeping magic that had been attached to him since that tragic night he could not remember in the valley of Godric began to shine again, and without realizing it, as he fell, surrendered, a victim of pain and exhaustion, all the space around him began to deform. All the space, light and darkness, the little mattress on which he slept and all his little presence were absorbed by that mysterious portal.

Earthland. Grimoire Heart mobile aircraft and base of operations.

March 23rd 778, 7:30 pm. Somewhere in the Fiore sky.

-Afffh... How the hell did I end up involved in this? It's ridiculous! -The Guild master, Hades, was standing on the other side of the door that had just closed after checking that its occupant had finished all the stew and was fast asleep, not before checking that his fever had already gone down. He was walking down the hall grunting when he ran into a little girl about twelve years old. A little tall, thin, with a purple dress and her long jet hair tied in two pigtails:

-You shouldn't get upset like that, Master-Ultearte was lying against the wall, watching in her orb as the little one continued to sleep-you only show yourself.

-Jmp, shouldn't you be studying? -Hades was continuing on his way, and although he couldn't see her he knew that the young user of the time ark was laughing silently at that moment. It didn't matter when the teacher tried to hide it, as long as Harry got sick he would end up worrying more than he did. For now she would take care that Hikaru would not disturb the rest of her little green-eyed boy.

Who would have thought that after so many years she would end up being the big sister?