Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, that right belongs to J.K. Rowling. Nor do I own Fairy Tail or its characters, that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.

Author's Notes: I will not explain my reasoning for this crossover, except binge reading a lot of Percy Ignatius Weasley/Hermoine Granger pairings. I will try to keep it as canon to both worlds as possible, though I know I will be taking quite a few liberties as a writer.

It had been but a week since he woke up in the infirmary of a guild known as Fairy Tail, and Percy still wasn't sure what to think of it. They were most definitely an eclectic bunch, which for him was putting it politely. Though he was highly impressed with the wide variety of magic that each mage, not wizard, displayed, often leaving him feeling rather inadequate with his magic. And he knew that he was anything but weak, Percy knew he had skill, talent, even if he preferred to be more bookish.

Turning his head at the sound of a table breaking (again), Percy wondered if the Guild Master, Makarov, was glad to have a wood make mage on hand; since there seemed to be several fights or brawls, each day. Something that he didn't think he would ever get used to. Though it did remind him of when he was a child and all five of his brothers would tussle in the living room until mum yelled at them. It had him feeling nostalgic.

"Hey?"

Starting of his thoughts, Percy blinked and whipped his head around to look at who had spoken — feeling as a smile curled his lips. His blue eyes were meeting warm, concerned brown ones as he watched Lucy sit next to him.

"Hello Miss Lucy," He said, knowing that if he got up to help her sit, he'd make her upset.

"Percy, it is just Lucy, please," she said, giving a soft chuckle.

Feeling his cheek heat slightly, Percy dipped his head at her admonishment. He couldn't help it; he was raised to be polite and respectful in general and especially to a lady. And in the last week, he had learned a lot about the various members of the Guild. To him, it is evident that Lucy had come from a high society upbringing, which she had left more than willingly.

Her distaste at mentioning being married off at fifteen was very clear. Percy had confirmed it happened in his world as well to keep certain bloodlines pure in the wizarding community. But that the individuals weren't married until after they were 18. But he had conceded that she didn't like the topic and changed it. Her magic also fascinated him greatly as it worked on trust, respect, and contracts. Something he was very familiar with after working in the Magic Council of his world.

"What do you need, Lucy?" he asked her after she got settled in the chair next to his.

"Oh, nothing really, you just had that strange, far off look in your eyes again," Lucy stated. "I am guessing you were analyzing the differences between our world and yours again?"

Giving a soft chuckle, he shook his head as he replied, "Close. I was just in awe of the antics in your Guild. And wondering if your Guild Master was truly thankful for Miss Laki's wood magic, is all."

The soft, bright peal of laughter from Lucy had Percy watching her closely. Like everyone else in the Guild, he enjoyed her laugh. And he had already been warned never to make her upset or hell would be paid. Percy promised that he would never intentionally upset her. It wasn't in his nature. And as far as he was concerned, she was one of the two people in the Guild who had any brains between their ears.

"You know that never crossed my mind!" Lucy exclaimed as she stared at him wide-eyed. "I would like to think that our esteemed Guild Master is appreciative of her magic."

Giving a sharp nod of his head, Percy proceeded to point out some things he had noticed about other details in the Guild to see if he could surprise her again and enjoying the small talk and pleasant atmosphere between them. Knowing it would be short-lived as her teammates had a knack for just invading her space and being overprotective of her. It was quite annoying at times because Percy didn't get to have an intellectual conversation like this very often in his world. Let alone with the opposite gender. Hermoine was the last girl he conversed with like this before burning that bridge.

"Dude, what the hell?"

Turning and looking over his shoulder, surprise showing on the bottom half of his face, Bickslow just watched as a small golden orb left the medium-sized piece of driftwood, causing it to fall on one of the bandits they were hired to capture, cackling when it hit the man in the head and rendering him unconscious. At this point, any help his team got was welcomed, since the group was more organized than they'd been led to believe.

"Hey, stop that!"

Hearing a loud thud following the shout, Bickslow turned to see the man that Evergreen was fighting be smacked repeatedly in the face by a stained and torn rag doll. It was utterly hilarious to him. He knew that souls that hadn't moved on could turn into evil, lingering spirits, so a part of him was elated that he would have another new soul to add to his babies if it agreed. If not, he would send it on its way so that it couldn't go dark.

Turning his attention back to the battle, Bickslow jumped straight up and planted a foot on each wall of the hallway. Leering down at the idiot who thought he could attack him while he had been slightly distracted. The moment the guy skidded to a halt just behind him, Bickslow leaned forward and pulled the visor of his helmet up and let his magic make his eyes glow. He hated how it felt as he possessed the guy's soul, which was rather dark and sticky feeling.

He was issuing silent commands to make the man go back into the main room and attack his companions, while mentally telling his babies to let his teammates know what he was doing — knowing that if that little soul kept helping that this battle would be finished sooner rather than later.

TBC!