Summary: Albus Dumbledore needs help. Before leaving to Azkaban, Percival Dumbledore left Albus a gift. He told his son to perform the spell inside, if he is in need of help, and a trustworthy and very powerful man named Makarov Dreyar would respond, along with some others. Now (some of) the Fairy Tail-ers are on an undercover mission: Protect Hogwarts. For seven years.
Lasts from Sorcerer's Stone to Deathly Hallows. Post Grand Magic Games, and a few days after the Eclipse Spirit fiasco. If you have no idea what I'm talking (typing?) about then wait to read this story until you've seen enough of the anime or manga to know.
Small cussing. Possibly none.
Quick AN (Author's Note, to those who don't know what AN stands for) before I begin.
Hiiii! My "name" is Ember Magname! Normally I go by Goddess Juca online, when i can, but due to unhappy circumstances I cant here. This is my second Fanfiction and I loves you alls!
I must give a special thank you to someone who's pen name is Starway1123. I don't know who they are IRL, but they have a story called The Dream of You. It is a huge contribution to lots of things that makes this story as great as I hope it to be. Their ideas will be the base of this story.
At the time that this gets written, I read fanfiction off of an app named Fanfiction Plus. I write stories in the Samsung Notes app, and now THAT I FINALLY MANAGED TO SIGN IN/up, I will post here. Again, a HUGE thank you to Starway1123. I hope all my readers endeavor to read her/his story as well as mine.
Last thing, then we'll get this story started. I have another story called A World Where Fairies are Real. It's about a girl and her best friend who get sucked into Earthland accidentally (or was it an accident? Hehehe . . . .) and learn magic. I'm currently about four and a half chapters in. Please consider it. (THIS WAS PREWRITTEN- I PLANNED TO POST OTHER STORY FIRST, BUT DECIDED NOT TO. NOTICE WILL BE PUT OUT WHEN THE FIRST CHAPTER IS UP, PROBABLY NOT FOR A WHILE)
Fun fact! I was originally planning to this story as a sequel to A World Where Fairies are Real and call it A World Where Fairies are Literally Real. That way I could put my OCs (Own Characters) from the original into this one. But that idea was scrapped 'cause I didn't want to wait for myself to finish the original story.
SORRY I LIED! Now this is the last thing I promise! Please do not sue me for any and all chapter naming. I know I'm really bad at it but don't sue me (or do anything similar to that practice) please.
Okay, enough blabbering, onward with the story! *raises a triumphant finger and points at literally nothing while family looks at me wierd*
Chapter One: A Strange Message
Makarov played with a necklace in his office, trying and failing to focus on the paperwork the Magic Council had given him.
Those brats! He grumbled in his thoughts. They'll be the death of me. And probaly all of Fiore, if not Ishgar, if not the entire planet of Earthland.
He looked down at the necklace he was toying with. Seventy years now. Makarov heaved a great sigh. Seventy-seven if I count the years on Tenrou Island. Seventy-seven years since Percival disappeared. Just up and left. Without a trace. Except for one note. 'Don't look for me. I dont want to be found. The necklace is for Maky.' And that's it. Unless you count the signature, of course. And the necklace.
Makarov toyed with the necklace some more. It was a simple oval shape, sitting on a long silver chain, with a red Fairy Tail emblem on the front. But the emblem was different. It had extra details, a little fancier here, that smaller there, until the emblem looked more like a Phoenix than a tailed fairy.
Makarov sighed and returned to his papers. Suddenly, he heard a strange whispering sound. He strained his ears. There! Words! He scrambled for a pen and paper.
Et stellis et deducet te . . . . Ut post hunc mundum sit tibi . . . . Ut post hunc mundum sit tibi . . . . Launae . . .
Makarov listened for any more words, but heard none. He stared at the words before him. A spell. He decided. But for what? He stared out his window. "Are you still alive. . . Percival Dumbledore?" He asked the silent night.
. . . .
Albus Dumbledore stayed up late in his study. He was feeling very unsettled. He had this. . . feeling in his gut, that something was right. He was just under one hundred percent positive that You-Know-Who. . . . No. Dumbledore told himself. His name is Voldemort. He was almost entirely sure that Voldemort would try to steal that this year. Not to mention he was coming this year.
Dumbledore was getting a headache. He closed his eyes, trying filling his mind with happy memories instead. His sister. His mother. Gellert, before he went mad with his ideas. His father, and the stories he was told of his dad's homeland.
Dumbledore's eyes snapped open. His dad's homeland. That was it! He tore through his desk, searching for that one piece of paper.
FLASHBACK
"Dad, don't go. Tell them what happened."
"I tried, Albus. They wouldn't listen. Albus, listen carefully. When you need help, and I mean serious help, cast this spell. You'll contact a trustworthy man, an old friend of mine. He's called Makarov Dreyar. He's from my homeland. You'll need these." A rattling glass jar and an envelope dropped into Albus's hands. "Give these to the people that come. Everything is explained in the letter. Goodbye, Albus."
END FLASHBACK
Dumbledore finally pulled the jar and envelope out from the papers in his desk. He didn't bother opening the jar. He knew what was in it, many special blue stones. But that wasn't what was important.
Dumbledore took the packet of parchment from the envelope and flipped to the very end.
He reread the words for perhaps the thousandth time in his long life.
These words will summon my dear friend Makarov: Et stellis et deducet te ut post hunc mundum sit tibi ut post hunc mundum sit tibi Launae. Draw this magic circle on the ground- a detailed circle followed-and cite the incantation. Everything should work out, and in about a week, perhaps two, Makarov and his team will appear, perhaps within a mile or two of where the spell was cast.
Should? Dumbledore thought. He shook his head. It would work out. His father had explained how the spell worked and what it did, and even what it translated to, in the letter previous the instructions. And Dumbledore had already checked all his logic and theory and such in previous years.
Soon Dumbledore had his magic circle drawn and rearing to go. He sat in the middle of it and pointed his wand up. The magic circle glowed a brilliant white. Dumbledore cited the incantation. He felt the connection go through. The light died down. It was done.
"Perhaps I should tell Hagrid and the other Heads to keep a look out for them. . . ." He mused, before leaving his study to do just that.
. . . .
Levy Mcgarden sat at her table, papers and books in hand. Ever since the Grand Magic Games, Fairy Tail had been overflowing job requests. Thus, an almost empty, quiet guild hall.
Now the Master had a request for her. A translation job. And she wasn't getting anywhere. "Uuurrrgghhh!" Levy groaned clawing her face and stretching her back.
"What's up Levy?" Levy turned around at the sound of her best friend's voice. She saw all of Team Natsu (Natsu, Lucy, Erza, Gray, Wendy, Happy and Carla), plus Mirajane, plus Gajeel and Pantherlily, and of course, Juvia, Gray's ever persistent stalker.
"Hey Lu." Levy sighed. "Master wanted me to translate these for him. But I'm not finding any languages like this at all!" She whined.
"Let me take a crack at it!" Both girls jumped violently at the loud voice directly next to their ears.
"Natsu! Don't scare us like that!" Lucy shrieked.
"You'd never get anything done with that thick head of yours." Gray snickered, as the whole room turned to look at him.
"What was that Ice Princess!" Natsu yelled.
"And besides, remember the last time Natsu tried to translate something?" Gray continued, ignoring the dragon slayer.
The whole group, minus Wendy, Carla, Gajeel, Juvia, and Lily, collectively shuddered, while the mentioned five looked on cluelessly.
"Yeah, keep Natsu away from that paper." Lucy shivered the most.
"Levy!" The entire group turned to look at the Master, who had appeared at the top of the second floor's balcony. "How's it going?"
"Okay. . . ." Levy said hesitantly. Then she gave up. "I'm not getting anywheeeeeree!" She whined.
"Hmmm. . . ." With a surprisingly agile jump for his age, Master landed in front of Levy on the table. "Maybe this'll help?" He suggested, tugging a strange looking necklace off.
"What is it?" Levy asked curiously. "Oh! How pretty!" She admired the necklace that was emblazoned with the extra-fancy Fairy Tail symbol with delight.
"Oooh! What's that?" Wendy asked Levy. Levy looked behind her to see that after realizing that the Master wanted to talk to her, Gray and Natsu had started fighting again, so Wendy had come over to investigate what Levy was doing.
"Yes, it looks intriguing." Erza agreed. With a small start, Levy realized that Erza and Mira had joined them.
"It's Master's. . . ." Levy said hesitantly, not wanting to just give it to them.
"It's fine, they can see it." The man in question grunted. Levy handed the necklace over to the squealing girls. All girls loved jewelry. Almost all, at least.
"Et stellis et deducet te. . ."
Everyone turned around with a gasp. Natsu was reading the spell!
"Natsu! Stop!" Levy tried to grab for the paper, but her fingers were tangled in the chain of the necklace, so she was pulled to a stop.
"Natsu!" Lucy turned around with a sharp yelp.
". . .ut post hunc mundum sit tibi ut post hunc mundum sit tibi... Launae?" Natsu finished.
. . . .
Lucy cringed when Natsu finished. That idiot! What was going to happen! She finally managed to relax. Nothing happened. He probably pronounced a word wrong. She thought hopefully.
She took a step forward to hit him on the head and tell him off. But she couldn't! Her feet were stuck to the ground. For the first time she noticed that the hand she had reached out wasn't coming back to her side. She tried to open her mouth, to say something, but couldn't.
No he did not. Lucy thought grimly. Every one of them was frozen. Oh no he did not. We're all frozen!
She heard Erza make a strange gurgling noise. It sounded like. . .Natsu is so dead? Lucy thought, before silently agreeing. Out of the corner of her frozen eye, she saw the paper in Natsu's hand glow.
Lucy tried to squint her eyes against the growing light, but found she couldn't. Wuzzgoinon? Was her last thought before the light engulfed her. AN: Well, that's done and over with! I won't make this long, since I already had one of these at the beginning.
I hope everyone likes my story so far! And yes, to those that have happened to read The Dream of You before, this story and that are very similar. But it'll start getting more. . . unique soon.
Please reveiw!
-Ember Magname
