This is my first attempt at fanfiction so I am very new to this stuff but will do my best to make a great story.
First of all, this takes place in the summer between Harry's fifth and sixth years, as well as during the fourth season of the Winx Club, and is expected to go on until the end of Harry's summer.
Second, English is not my first language, so please forgive my grammar and some bad translations.
Third, the main pairing will include Harry and Roxy, with the other Winx Club pairings also being present.
Fourth, hardly any Harry Potter characters other than Harry will appear.
Fifth, this is my story, so I can write the story any way I want.
Sixth, I don't own Harry Potter or the Winx Club, otherwise the franchises would be a lot different.
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Harry's Fairy Adventure
Prolog
(Privet Drive, late afternoon, July 14, 2016)
We are in a small room on No. 4 Privet Drive and find a black-haired and green-eyed teenager with glasses in front of us. He appears to be 1.70 m tall and is wearing old rags that appear to be at least two sizes too tall. There is also a lightning bolt scar on his forehead and a sad expression on his face. It's July 14th and the memory of what happened to Sirius is still fresh in his head. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees Sirius's mocking face one second and his shocked face the next as he falls backwards into the veil. Harry can't get his own screams for him out of his head either.
"Sirius, why you too?" Harry whispered, "Why do you have to leave me too?" Why couldn't you take the fight seriously? Why?"
Harry wipes a few tears from his face just when he noticed two owls flying towards his window with a letter each. He opened the window and let in both owls, which drop their respective cargo and then disappear again. One owl looked like a school owl while the other had a fairly official high quality look. Harry picks up both letters and first opens the letter from the school.
"Dear Harry," he begins to read, "I would like to express my condolences on the loss of Sirius. He was a good friend and honorable member of the Order and did not deserve this fate. I would also like to inform you that he is well with you what left in his will, which is to be read on July 21st, but for your own safety I cannot let you go. But don't worry, I will go in your place and finally inform you about everything. Enjoy the summer with your family and make sure to stay inside and not contact anyone.
Kind regards, your Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbeldore
Headmaster of Hogwarts. "
Harry narrowed his eyes at the letter and frowned.
"As if old man, I've listened to you way too often and see where it hasn't gotten to," Harry thinks.
He then picks up the second letter and finds a strange logo on the front. He opens it gently, takes out the expensive-looking piece of parchment and unfolds it, only to look surprised when he reads who this is from.
"Dear Mister Potter,
We at Gringotts would like to summon you to us on July 15, 1996 at 2:00 p.m. The subject to be treated is the will of a Mister Sirius Orion Black, but also several missed contacts between you and Gringotts. If you don't show up, it will have serious financial consequences. So be there and don't move us again.
Your Sharpclaw, Account Manager of the Black Accounts. "
After he finishes reading, he's not sure what to make of it. Not only is Sirius' Will being read earlier than Dumbledore stated, but he is certain that he has never heard of any attempted contact between him and Gringotts. The more he thought about it, the more memories come back to him, which this time he goes through from a different point of view.
"If anyone could intercept my letters, it would probably be Dumbledore. After all, he has already forbidden my two best friends to write to me, and who knows how many other letters have probably never been delivered to me. Also, when I think about it, it's strange that it doesn't seem like anyone ever sent me any kind of thank you letter or anything for what I did when I was 1 year old. After all, when I first showed up in Diagon Alley, people treated me like a kind of savior and everyone really knew me. But then there are all the things that happened in my Hogwarts school life. The first year traps were so simple that a few first years could overcome them. By the second year, it seems impossible that Dumbledore knew nothing about the basilisk, considering its age, as well as that it was already a professor when it was first opened. Then there is the fake Moody in fourth year, a supposed longtime friend of Dumbledore's who, however, didn't notice any difference. And now the prophecy he throws at me. This was probably the reason for all the other events, but I'm done with your little games, old man. "
After going over it all again, Harry only got angrier, but decided to suppress that anger for now and see what was in store for him tomorrow.
(Change of scene, next day, Harry's room, 1:00 p.m.)
It's the next day, an hour before Harry's meeting in Gringotts, and he's preparing to break out of this prison. Magic wand and invisibility cloak packed, and Hedwig left out of the cage to be able to fly around outside for the next time.
"I'll see you later, my girl. For now, fly around a little and make sure you don't get caught by anyone, "Harry said.
"Barghh", Hedwig shrieked affectionately and set off through the air.
"Well then, how do I get past my guard now?" Harry asked himself, "I have to be prepared for all possibilities, but especially Moody and his eye, as well as Lupine and his nose".
He pulls the invisibility cloak over his head and walks quietly out of the room and the house, wand in hand. He takes the back door in the hope that no one will stand guard there and looks around undercover. No one to be seen, but members of the Order of the Phoenix would likely be wearing cloaks as well. Harry slowly makes his way to the street and keeps looking around to find someone until he suddenly hears snoring from one of the bushes on the roadside. He comes closer and closer to the bushes until he sees something shiny. He reaches out his hand to the shiny thing and quickly pulls it away. Below he sees a sleeping dung with a bottle of firewhiskey in his hand.
"On the one hand, I'm really upset about this guy's negligence, but on the other hand, it really helps me a lot in escaping," Harry thinks to himself.
With significantly more confidence, Harry moves to the other side and does the same thing he did before his third year, wishing for a way to get away from there. And suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, the knight's bus appeared. The bus stops and the door opens.
"Get in everyone", said the driver.
Harry gets in and looks around the bus. It looks the same as last time, full of drunk and homeless people.
"So," asked Stan, the driver, "where do you want to go?"
"To the Leaky Cauldron," said Harry.
"All right, hold on tight then," said Stan.
And suddenly, just like the first time, the bus starts to drive quickly and uncontrollably, although holding on doesn't really help. The drive was long and wild and looked extremely dangerous, both inside and out, but miraculously Harry suffered nothing but some dizziness. When they finally arrived he got out slowly and still a bit disoriented and made his way to the door of the Leaky Cauldron. He opens the door and looks around. Nobody seems to have noticed him, so he made his way to the back of the pub and opened the way to Diagon Alley. Once inside, he sees business in full swing despite the now world-famous return of Voldemort. When he went back to his company with his company, he noticed that here and there some people seem to be in some kind of uniform.
"Aurors," he thinks to himself, "at least the Ministry is finally doing something instead of slandering me all the time and portraying me as the next dark lord."
After a few minutes Harry finally arrived in front of the bank run by goblins, which looks just as imposing as the first time. He is about to run in when suddenly the two goblin guards in front of the entrance with their weapons block the way.
"Show yourself a wizard, or you will be considered an enemy.", Said the goblin on the right.
When Harry hears this, he looks around and then pulls the company away.
"I'm sorry if I've been rude, but I'm trying to keep my visit here as secret as possible," Harry told them.
"We can well imagine why, Mr. Potter, but the same laws apply to you as to everyone else on our territory," said the left goblin.
Harry nodded his head as a sign of understanding and then made his way to the bank. He approaches the next free counter, where a grim-looking goblin was sitting.
"Sorry, Master Kobold, but I have a meeting with a Kobold named Sharpclaw at 2:00 pm today." Harry told the Kobold, who just glared at him.
"Wait here," he said, then went somewhere.
After a few minutes of boring waiting, the goblin reappeared, but this time accompanied.
"On time as I see, Mr. Potter," said the second goblin, "I'm Sharpclaw and we have a few things to talk about. Please follow me.
Sharpclaw led the way and Harry followed closely behind. After a few steps they entered an office and then both took a seat on the opposite side of the desk inside.
"Before we get to Mr. Black's will, please explain why you haven't replied to any of our letters, Mr. Potter," the goblin said in a calm tone, but Harry could see that there was no kindness.
"I apologize for any insults I've taken to Gringotts, but I've never had a letter from you in my life," Harry said, hoping he wouldn't upset the goblin in front of him.
"Not a single one?" Asked the goblin with narrowed eyes.
"No, not a single one," Harry confirmed.
"Well, Mr. Potter, then we have a problem. Because not only is it forbidden to intercept someone else's letters, but they have also missed a lot of things that have to do with their accounts and their status, "said Sharpclaw.
"I don't quite understand what you mean by status and what about my accounts," Harry asked, confused.
"First of all, every wizard and witch gets a monthly statement to see how his or her finances are. There were also some withdrawals made with your keys, but not by yourself. As far as your status goes, you are the last Potter to be the legal heir of the Potter family and since October 31, 1994 apparently even Lord Potter, "the goblin finished.
Harry just stared at him meanwhile, not quite sure what to say as more and more questions kept popping up in his head.
"Okay, first of all I never got a bank statement, as I said, secondly, I don't know anything about any charges other than those I use for my Hogwarts materials and I'm still confused about the Heir and Lord part," Harry said with one somewhat insecure voice.
"I think I'll explain it to you a little more then, Mr. Potter," said the goblin, "every month an amount of 200 galleons was withdrawn from your account and given to a certain Dursley family, then another 300 galleons for one Organization called the Order of the Phoenix and 500 Galleons in the vault of a certain Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Furthermore, they belong to one of the noble families in the British magical society and would therefore be, because of their age and the only Potter heir to Potter , however, due to an event called the Triwizard Tournament, you have been declared an adult by the Ministry and Magic yourself and are therefore officially Lord Potter, although since you are still in school there are some duties that are beyond your control, such as attending Wizengamot meetings. However, you can officially do magic outside of school once the trail is removed from your wand, and now on too access the Potter family vault. In addition, you no longer need a magical guardian, who, by the way, should have already informed you about it. "
This amount of information is too much for Harry and he doesn't really know how to deal with it, but one thought is particularly prominent. Magical guardian. DUMBLEDORE! He withheld all that from him and he must have intercepted the letters and stole his money. For yourself, the Order and the DURSLEY'S !? Probably for his care and still they treated him like crap! He has a lot to think about, but this time he really should plan everything well.
"Sharpclaw, the only person who could be my magical guardian is Dumbledore. He must have withdrawn all the money and intercepted my letters! He also seems to have withheld all the information about my status from me. Is there some way to get the money back and block Dumbledore's access to my account? "Harry finished, trying to keep his voice under control.
"If he really is your magical guardian, there is nothing you can do about the withdrawal as it is his right to do so with your vault of trust. However, now that you are emancipated, he no longer has the right to use your money. We can also invalidate your old vault key and give you a new one. As for the interception of the letters, however, it was out of Dumbledore's reach and we will fine him for this and do the same for not informing you of your inheritance, "the goblin finished.
Harry thought for a minute before starting to speak again.
"It annoys me a lot that nothing more can be done about Dumbledore, but that's better than nothing. Then could we come to Sirius's sake, please? "Harry asked.
"Of course, Mr. Potter," said the goblin, pulling a document from the desk drawer. He opened it and placed it in front of Harry. "The reason you were called here earlier than the rest of the audience is because you are the new earl of the Black's and as such you should be the first to know about it. I'll let you read it yourself."
Harry picked up the document and began to read.
"I, Sirius Orion Black, have the following in perfect mental and physical health: To my good friend Remus Lupine, I hereby leave you 15,000 galleons and ask you to overlook your furry little problem and finally admit your feelings to a certain witch. Come on, Moonie, you can do it. To Andromeda and Nymphadora Tonks, I'm officially adding you back to the Black family, leaving you and Ted with another 15,000 Galleons. To Narcissa Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange, I hereby annul your marriages and kick you both out of the Black family. Also, I am calling in the Lestrange and Malfoy families' debts to the Black family. And lastly, my godson Harry James Potter, I leave the rest of the money, real estate and the title of Heir Black to you. Harry, I'm sorry I can't be with you anymore, but whatever happened don't blame yourself and enjoy your life. I know about the prophecy, but I tell you forget it and flee. It is not your duty to fight Voldemort, no matter what others say. And don't trust Dumbledore too much, because whether he means well or not, he has started way too many mistakes. Please Harry, no matter what, live. "
When Harry finished reading, the tears rolled down very badly. He missed Sirius very much, but he will listen to him and live his life. And as far as Voldemort is concerned, while he doesn't know whether he can just leave it all or not, he will at least have nothing to do with this subject for the time being.
Sharpclaw then pulled up two small boxes and placed them on the table. "These two include the Lord Potter Ring and the Erbe Black Ring. You may be emancipated, but one of the conditions to be named Lord Black is that you have finished your schooling. As I said, you can now perform magic outside of school after the trail has been removed and access all Potter accounts, as well as the vault for the heir Black. You are considered the official adult in our world Mr. Potter. If you could just give me your wand now. "
Harry wordlessly handed Sharpclaw his wand and after a few seconds it removed the trace.
"So please, Mr. Potter, if there was anything else?" Asked the goblin.
Harry, still not full again, replied, "Is there any way I can access my money without always having to go to Gringotts?" And is there something so that nobody can keep my mail away from me? "
Sharpclaw reached into the desk drawer again and pulled out two more items. One looks like a card, the other like a box.
"That, Mr. Potter, is a gold card with which you can spend your money anytime, anywhere, in both the magical and the Muggle world. The other is a postbox, with which you will receive all mail from us and the mail of other people can go through it, so that it is checked whether there is anything harmful. ", The goblin explained to him
"Thanks," said Harry, taking both items from the goblin.
"We will send you your new key via the box later. Until then, I wish you the best of luck, Mr. Potter, "the goblin finished, dismissing Harry.
Harry nodded again in thanks and then got up to make his way back. However, he did not intend to stay on Privet Drive for very long and therefore decided to do a little shopping.
First he bought a new suitcase, which magically offered a lot more space than a normal suitcase. Then he went to buy some books dealing with battle magic, defense magic and Occlumency. When he was finished with his shopping in Diagon Alley, he now went shopping in the Muggle world. There he first bought a completely new wardrobe so that he no longer had to wear Dudley's old rags and could look a lot better. Then he went to an electronics store to buy a cell phone so that he had more than just one way of communicating and could also use the Internet. Finally, Harry made a stop at a travel agency and bought some brochures about popular but also quiet vacation spots in order to be able to escape from Great Britain, at least temporarily and above all unnoticed. After all the errands, it was now evening and Harry finally returned to Privet Drive.
When Harry is a few houses away from number 4, he again uses the invisibility cloak to sneak past the guard. He discovers dung in the bushes again, but this time awake. Slowly and quietly he made his way to the back door and quietly climbed back into the house.
"Luckily the Order had a detailed conversation with the Dursley's, otherwise I would have a few problems now," thought Harry and then made his way into his room and saw Hedwig on his cupboard.
"Nice to see you again, Hedwig. You won't believe what I found out today. "Harry told her while he caressed her gently.
"Bargh," said Hedwig, snuggling against Harry's hand.
"We're going on a trip to Hedwig soon. I don't know where to go or how long, but we'll get a break from all the stress, "Harry whispered gently to her.
For the rest of the evening Harry continued to worry about what he was going to learn and what to do from now until he fell asleep.
(Time jump, July 22, 2016, Harry's room, 12:00 p.m.)
The last week has been very relaxed and stressful for Harry at the same time. He searched the brochures for a suitable place to travel and learned a lot from the books he bought. At the same time, he was also afraid that Dumbledore would come to the house any minute and ruin all his plans. But that doesn't matter now, because today is the day he would finally flee. He may not know much about how the Order operates, but he did learn that the watch schedule appears to be weekly, which means that Dung's turn is back, and he's sure to be drunk again. Harry packed everything he needed, grabbed Hedwig and started walking. Carefully with the invisibility cloak over him, he crept off the property and moved on in this way to the next street and then called a taxi with his phone. Then one appeared fifteen minutes later.
When Harry got in the driver asked "Where do you want to go?"
"To the nearest airport," Harry replied.
The taxi drove off and Harry couldn't help but get more and more excited, but also more nervous at the same time. He would do this and not let Dumbledor or Voldemort stop him. After 45 minutes the taxi reached London's main airport.
"That would be 40 pounds," said the taxi driver.
"Can I pay by card?" Harry asked, showing him the gold card.
"Sure," replied the taxi driver.
Harry then counted and got out of the taxi with all the luggage and went into the building. Once there, he looked for the next switch and then moved to it. When he found one, he stood in line and waited for his turn. When the time came, he went to the lady at the counter and started the conversation.
"Excuse me, I'd like to buy a ticket," said Harry.
"Yes, of course. Where do you want to go? "Asked the lady.
Harry takes out one of the brochures, found a page and showed it to her.
"Here please," he said.
The lady looks at the brochure, smiles, and then nodded.
"A very good choice, sir. This place is a relatively unknown place, but also a very beautiful one, "said the lady gently.
The lady then checks a few things on the computer and then issues Harry a ticket after he gave his luggage, including Hedwig, much to her dissatisfaction, so that it could get on the plane.
"Have a nice day, sir," said the lady before turning to her next customer.
Harry then took the ticket and set off to find something else to pass the time with until the plane was ready. So he spent the next two hours eating, reading and enjoying the surroundings. The desired announcement came at around 2:45 p.m.
"Attention to all passengers on flight B123, the flight will take off in 15 minutes, please all board the plane now."
When Harry heard this, he got up and started walking. He set off with hand luggage, showed his ticket at the entrance and stepped forward with nervous steps. After all, this would be his first time on a plane and more importantly, this is his way from Dumbledore and Voldemort. Inside, he looks for his place, right by the window, and makes himself comfortable, after all, the flight is supposed to take 8 hours. Exactly at 3:00 p.m. everyone got in and the doors closed. After a few safety instructions and a few questions, the flight takes off.
Everything about the process, from takeoff to landing, is something Harry will never forget. The strong shaking, the speed, the height, the view, all of it will be remembered for a long time to come. In fact, it was much better than Quidditch could ever be on several counts.
(Time jump, still July 22, 2016, 2 p.m., location unknown)
Finally, after 8 long hours of sitting and flying, Harry has arrived. The experience of flying the Muggle way was really wonderful, but now he urgently needs exercise and sleep at the same time because he couldn't sleep. Out of the plane and a quick toilet break later, because it was always occupied on the plane, Harry went to find his luggage and Hedwig.
"So where is all my stuff and Hedwig now?" Harry wondered in his mind.
After some back and forth, he finally found the place and his luggage relatively quickly, mainly due to a certain white snowy owl.
"Barg, bargh, bargh," croaked Hedwig, causing everyone in the immediate vicinity to stare at her.
Harry quickly made his way over to her and tried to calm her down.
"Quiet Hedwig, I know that must have been uncomfortable, but it couldn't be any other way," Harry said, "As soon as we're out of the building, I'll let you out of the cage."
"Bargh," rang Hedwig again.
Harry grabbed her and everything else and headed straight for the airport exit. After only a few minutes, the two of them reach the doors and Harry stops briefly in front of them.
"That's it Hedwig," said Harry to Hedwig, "for the near future this will be our new home."
Harry takes a few steps out of the doors.
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Finally, I would like to point out that while I really don't like Dumbledore, he will only play a minor role here as I would really much rather see Harry in the Winx Club story than Winx and Roxy in his.