Mr. Guest or Ms. Guest, Lucy is immortal, I only expressed that her clothing changed and not that she has wrinkles or anything, but Natsu did change and he is now more faded than when he first came out of the lacrima. You can imagine Natsu as colored mist with a red coat on and Lucy's clothing as an Atatsuki cloak but as a dress. (from Naruto) (There is no Naruto stuff in this except that).
I review and fix the older chapters every few days. So any mistakes I have made in the previous are fixed.
When I say I hate OCs I mean that I don't like them as main characters or side characters, I am completely fine with putting them in a story for only one chapter. For OOCness Natsu is going to be smarter (Which I stated in the main summary) but will still be jolly and bi-polar. (If you were going to be locked up in a crystal for 1,000 years I am sure that you would mature and be sad). Lucy will be the same with forcing Natsu to do things and kicking Natsu when he reads her novel. If you think that the founders were OOC I am sorry, I tried to imagine them the way I thought they could be using anime standards and a little help from reading other FTxHP crossovers.
Like Yesterday Previously
"We do not speak his name," Mr. Ollivander said harshly. "He did many great things, terrible, but great."
*BANG, BANG, BANG*
The two both jumped at the sound of banging on the window but relaxed when they saw it was just Hagrid. "Happy birthday Harry," Hagrid said while holding up a snow white owl with black dots on it.
"Whoa!" Harry said.
Like Yesterday
Leaky Cauldron
After the day of shopping, Harry and Hagrid went to rest at the Leaky Cauldron. Now it didn't smell of garlic anymore after the turban wearing professor left. Harry didn't get much attention this time around because many wizards had retired for the night while others were drinking at the bar and some were already drunk, having fallen on their asses.
Harry and Hagrid are sitting at a table in the corner of the dim room with only a small candle allowing for light. It greatly shaded their features and made Hagrid's eyes look like black pits. The atmosphere around them was tense because of something Harry had asked a few seconds prior and it had to do about his scar.
"Who gave me my scar?" Harry had asked.
Harry looked at Hagrid curiously as he visibly tensed and gained a fearful look in his eyes. "We do not speak his name…" Hagrid whispered.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"There are many bad wizards in our history, Harry," Hagrid said, "But, he who must not be named is the worst. All who opposed him were killed, your parents, the Longbottoms, a handful of muggles, but not you."
"But me, sir? I don't understand," Harry stated.
"On that night ten and a half years ago, something about you stopped him that night and he disappeared. It was dark times," Hagrid said, "Some say that he died, but I think that is codswallop or that he is too tired to keep going on with his murdering ways. You stopped him so you are dubbed 'The Boy Who Lived'."
"Is that why I am famous?" Harry asked.
"Yes."
"But wait a second what is his name again? You never told me."
"His name is V-V-v…"
"Can't you spell it or something?" Harry asked.
"Nope, it's too hard to spell," Hagrid said, "Fine…" Hagrid then whispered. "It's Voldemort."
"Voldemort?" Harry asked loudly.
*CRASH*
A bartender dropped their glass resulting in a shattering sound. All of the wizards and witches in the tavern looked at Harry, even the ones completely drunk on the floor.
"SHHH!" Hagrid shushed Harry. The people in the tavern looked away and back to their booze. Harry looked at Hagrid with wide eyes. "Will they always react like that?"
"It was dark times Harry, very dark times."
Meanwhile for fun at Hogwarts, Natsu and Lucy's bedchamber
"Natsu what are you doing?" Lucy nervously asked the dragon slayer with a mischievous glint in his onyx, gold eyes.
Natsu slowly walked towards her eying her like an animal eying its prey. He looked at the four poster bed behind her and then to a journal on her oak wood night stand. Once as he was right next to her, he leaned in, faking a kiss, and grabbed the journal and started running to the door. It didn't take Lucy a second to realize what was going on. She just changed into her Star Dress Leo form and started running.
"NATSU DRAGNEEL! GIVE ME BACK MY NOVEL!" Lucy yelled as she ran after him.
*BOOOM* *CRASSSSH* *WACKK* "REGULUS LUCY KICK!" "OWWW STOP! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" were a few sounds that woke the other professors up.
Headmaster's Chambers
*WACKK* The old man known as Headmaster Dumbledore was woken up by a loud noise. He was about to grab his half-moon glasses from the nightstand next to his bed but once he heard the scream of 'PLEASE FORGIVE ME' from a certain four thousand four hundred year old professor, he lightly laughed and thought, 'Just a normal day in Hogwarts.' Before falling to sleep to the screams of pain echoing throughout the halls and dreaming about the speech Professor Snape would give to Natsu about being loud in the morning.
King's Cross Station, the next day
Mr. Harry Potter was now walking down to the platform with the giant named Hagrid by his side. Hagrid was still wearing his dirty trench coat and black pants but Harry now after shopping in Diagon Alley wore a cleaner set of clothes along with a navy blue coat.
Never once had Harry wore something so clean, so new. When he went to school that had uniforms, Petunia grabbed one of Dudley's old white shirts and had to dye it grey in the kitchen sink. She would simply not go to the store and buy Harry a simple grey shirt but rather dye one herself.
*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP*
A small pocket watch from the inside of Hagrid's trench coat beeped. He took it out and looked at the time. "Blimey Harry! I mus' go! Headmaster Dumbledore will be expectin' this." He slapped his hand to where he put the small object wrapped in brown paper and string in his coat.
Hagrid turned the other way but then back again, facing Harry, "Here is yer' ticket! Stick to it." And then proceeded to hand Harry the ticket for the train. Harry brought it to his face to read it through his broken glasses. "Platform 9 ¾…" Harry whispered. "Platform 9 ¾? Hagrid where is Platform 9 ¾?" Harry said out loud.
He expected an explanation, but didn't get one. He looked up from his ticket and saw no one around, no Hagrid. Harry sighed and pushed the trolley that carried his belongings and his owl named Hedwig to the platforms.
Harry just kept moving his trolley down the busy path. He saw Platform 7, 8, 9, and 10 but not a 9 ¾. He finally gave up and went up to a fat conductor who wore a blue hat and blue uniform with yellow buttons.
"Excuse me, sir? But do you know where is Platform 9 ¾?" Harry asked.
"Tch," The man gained a smirk. "Do you really think you are funny? Platform 9 ¾? Go scam someone else." He then walked away with his hands gripping the tickets in his hands like they wronged him personally.
Just when Harry was about to leave the station because he had no idea where the platform was, he heard a woman say the word 'muggle'.
"Muggles?" Harry asked himself. 'Isn't that something Hagrid said before…'
Harry then pushed the trolley that held Hedwig and his small amount of belongings to where he heard that word. He found himself by platforms 9 and 10 next to a group of redheads. He stopped behind them and looked at them more closely.
The mum, which Harry supposed said "muggles", wore a red cap on her head, had reddish orange hair, a brown knitted sweater, and a long black skirt that reached her red flats. There was one young man, the oldest looking, with curly red hair, pale completion, brown shirt, black pants, and black dress shoes. Two looked exactly the same, both wearing the same haircut, grey long sleeved shirt, black pants, and dress shoes. Next to the mother was a young girl, most likely one or two years younger than Harry with bobby pins pinning her straight hair to the side of her face, with a yellow skirt, and long sleeved brown sweater. There was only one more and that was a boy of Harry's age. He wore a grey shirt, khakis, and black shoes. All of the boys had a trolley in front of them, just like Harry, with mostly the same things.
Harry nearly fell over in relief once he saw the oldest boy run into the wall… but then quickly opened his mouth in shock. 'He just ran into a wall,' He thought.
"Come on, George!" The mother said to one of the twins.
"I'm not George! I'm Fred. And you call yourself our mother," 'Fred' said. 'Fred' then began to walk a few feet from the wall and then looked back at her. "I'm actually not Fred, He's Fred." As he began to run into the wall they were both snickering and Fred ran in after George.
Harry finally mustered up all of his courage and said "Excuse me! Excuse me ma'am but how do I do… that?" He then gestured to the wall where three of their family members disappeared into.
The woman looked at Harry confusedly for a second before moving her lips into an O formation. "You want to know how to get to the platform dear?" She finished off her sentence with a smile.
Harry nodded and looked at the last remaining boy redhead looking at him with a dumbfounded expression on his face. "Well… is it your first time because it is Ronnie's first time also," she stated while gesturing to the last remaining boy who was just looking at Harry a few seconds ago.
Harry nodded his head again as he looked toward the middle aged woman. "All you have to do is walk straight at the wall. For first timers I suggest you run at it," She gestured to the wall again. "Right in the middle of platforms 9 and 10 or you will break your nose."
Harry gave himself a little prep talk in his mind as he walked to the same spot where George started his run. He gave one last look to the two females and one male before turning to look straight at the wall, taking another breath, and running. He hoped to god he wouldn't hit the wall straight on.
*WOOOSH*
Platform 9 3/4
As Harry ran through the brick wall he closed his eyes. After a few seconds he stopped his feet and opened his eyes once more. He was now in Platform 9 3/4, it looked different than the station before, because this platform was completely made of bricks with an older looking black train getting ready to depart on the tracks. It held the name ~Hogwarts Express~ on the front and it was now ringing it's bell to alert everyone that it will depart soon. Dozens of families were on both sides of the tracks vigorously checking their children's luggage to school.
There was a large clock with a long arm with was close to the 12 sign and another sign that said ~Platform 9 ¾~. Harry frantically looked around for a conductor and then found him. He quickly gave the black uniformed conductor his ticket and placed his trolley in front of a luggage area before hopping onto the train to his new school.
Sur le train (On the train)
Harry was one of the people who got on the train a bit earlier than others. He himself had no parents to worry over him about how his hair looked or if he managed to pack his toothbrush so he got on early with time to spare. He got a spacious spot on the train that could fit six people, three on one side, and three on the other. The door was see-through to the center isle and the spot was reinforced by wood paneling. The seats were comfy but not too expensive with scarlet red padding for your bum, back, and head.
It was maybe a tenth the way through the voyage and Harry was looking out the window thinking about how the school would be and if there would be any bullies like Dudley and his gang whilst someone knocked on his door. Harry looked to the side and saw the same red headed boy from before with his face by the glass having a hopeful look on his face.
The kid motioned for Harry to open the sliding glass door and Harry did so. "Excuse me? But can I sit here?" the redhead asked. "Everywhere else is full."
Harry widened his eyes slightly due to shock of someone being so nice to him and then put a smile on his face. Harry then gestured to the see in front of him and said, "Please sit down. It is fine."
The redhead sat down and looked out the window just as Harry did the same. The atmosphere was awkward to say the least so the freckled red head looked at the boy with the mop of black hair and said, "I'm Ronald Weasley! Nice to meet ya!"
"I'm Harry Potter. It is nice to be acquainted with you," Harry replied.
Ron's eyes widened the size of dinner plates. "You're Harry Potter?" he asked. Harry then nodded. "Do you have it? The scar?" he asked slowly.
Harry slightly smiled and moved his right hand to his black hair. He pushed it out of the way and now a lightning shaped scar on the right of his forehead appeared. "That is soo wicked!" Ronald, the boy with the dirt on his nose, remarked.
I'm ending it off here because I have work to do and this chapter is already past it's due date. Hermione will come in the next chapter along with Draco and maybe the Sorting Hat. I don't want to make many promises.
I have been trying my best during the week when I am not doing other work to fix the previous chapters. Like I just did in chapter 5 (Sorry) and chapter 1 (It was crap).
If you have been with this story through the original chapter 1 thanks! I feel really good that you would stay with me even at bad moments.
In this story it will have some parts that I make up about Natsu talking to Harry and Lucy talking to Harry and just scenes that haven't occurred in the actual Harry Potter books.
If this chapter is shorter than the others but not as short as chapter 2 (I think) and right now has just reached the 2,513 word mark. I wanted to get this out to you as quick as possible with the best quality as quick as possible so any mistakes will be fixed during maybe 10pm (Eastern time U.S.).
Critisize me in the reviews or PM me if I made a mistake. If you have a question I will answer it unless it is something that I don't want to answer or not.
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