Here is Chapter 4! :D

As I promised, here it is! Hope you like it!
I have decided that I will post regularly every Wednesday, and if not, every Thursday. I will let you know if I get held up, and if it takes me another week I will post 2 chapters at once. So I will let you know when to check! I might actually get 5 done early, so be ready when it comes.
Thanks for reading, I hope you like the chapter!

~Blazingfyres

"Natsu. Gray."

Erza was out of her seat now. The room went deathly quiet. Students watched frightfully as the scarlet haired woman stepped closer towards the cowering boys, lifting her sword slowly as punishment for-what was it again? Oh. Right. For murdering her strawberry cake. Even Dumbledore had his mouth firmly shut into a line. His eyes followed the entire scene, rather dreadfully and amusedly at the same time.

Natsu and Gray clutched each other, shivering wildly at the demon that began to face them with the executioner's axe. Neither one caring that they were hugging their worst rival, they stared up with awe and fear as the Queen of the Fairies began to lift it up with murder in her eyes.

The next few events are too gory to be explained. To put it simply, Natsu and Gray had their butts kicked by a she-devil. Unfortunately for Erza, they made it through alive. Barely, but alive.

On a side-note, however, I can tell you that Erza's actions caused one hell of a riot in the Great Hall that day. Food was everywhere; explosions of dungbombs and fireworks, jinxes and hexes, and even muggle weapons ("How did those even get here?" Professor McGonagall cried sharply. Moody just snickered, getting the most disgusted look ever from her beady eyes.) had made their way into the fight.

It was ended by the most bone-crushing (literally) sound out of the supposed midget's mouth.

"SILENCE!"

Some students fainted. Others screamed. But most were smart enough to shut their mouths immediately.
There stood Makarov, at least 50 times the height of his normal size. In fact, that could have been an understatement. He towered over the others, his foot slamming to the floor, creating a humongous earthquake. Tables turned, people were thrown off their feet, and rubble flew everywhere.

The room went silent once more.

Then the Headmaster shrunk; his head turned into the size of a bowling ball with a huge, white, furrowed moustache, his height returning to the size that rivaled Professor Flitwick.

"Carry on then," He said with a smile.

"I'm starting to realize why this type of magic is restricted," Ron said, still shaking from the traumatic events. "Shut up," Hermione grumbled, then began to wipe and pull off the food that stuck in her clothes and hair. Harry supported himself on Ron because his legs felt like JELL-O after being hit by a nasty spell.

Thankfully, the teachers and Head Boys and Girls were off fixing up the Great Hall, so they didn't have to worry about anything. In fact, it surprised that they were let go even without a scolding. According to some of the other students, it was actually normal for Fairy Tail wizards to get into extremely rash fights like these during the first day of term.

"Harry! Be careful!" Hermione said worriedly as he tripped over his wobbly legs and slammed into someone.

"S-sorry," He sputtered, staring at the beautiful young blonde in front of him, a little embarrassed. "No problem- hey, Hermione!"

"Oh, hi Lucy!" Came the reply from her. "Harry, Ron, this is Lucy. She's from Fairy Tail!"

They introduced themselves. Ron began to turn slightly pink as he stuttered out his name.
"This is Natsu, by the way," She said, nodding towards the pink haired boy she was supporting. "Erza almost killed him back there, and since the whole room was shaking, that didn't do much good to him either," She said sympathetically. "You see, he has this real sensitive motion sickness... it doesn't do him any good at all." Harry gave him a strange look.
Natsu slightly groaned, opening his eyes. "Man, that sucked... I feel sick," He drawled, trying to use Lucy to steady himself.

"But that wasn't exactly transportation, was it?" Ron asked perplexed.
"Well... I guess it's movement in general. It makes sense if you don't think about it." Lucy laughed at the expression that Ron was giving her.

"What type of wizard are you?" Hermione asked.
"I'm a celestial wizard. One of the only ones left," Lucy replied proudly. She held up her key ring, showing off her glowing keys.
"I have 4 silver keys. Those are the ones you can find in wizard shops and such. But the gold ones are rare. Only 12 exist in the entire region of Fiore."

Hermione stared at them curiously for a while. "So Natsu and you... are you-"

"N-no!" Lucy sputtered, turning pink. "He's just my partner."
"Partner?"
"Yeah. Usually whenever people have free time dutlring the holidays and end of term, if we have nothing better to do we go on quests and jobs to earn money and such."

"Wait," Harry said suddenly, "you're allowed to stay at school during the summer?"

Lucy hesitated, turning away from them. "I... only those who don't have an actual family to... go home to.

"I want the boy!"

Harry found himself staring directly into a crack in a small room. It was rather frustrating not to know what you were doing out of Hogwarts; the place he was in was dark and musty, like a run-down masion. He felt as if he was a child creeping out of bed to see if his parents were hiding the Christmas presents under the tree.
Then the depressing thought that he didn't have any agitated him further.

His vision was too blurry, but he could make out some things. First of all, whatever was sitting in the armchair in the center was like a baby that had been spit out of someone's mouth. It was sickly and mangled, yet its voice was raspy and seemed like that of an old man's. The one in front of him was nlwith no doubt Wormtail.
Anger boiled inside his veins; he was the one who had betrayed Harry's parents.

One more man sat there by him. A face didn't recognize. He looked surprisingly young, yet his face spoke of evil and cruelty.

"You want the boy, sir?"
"..."
"... kill Harry Potter!"
"..."

Obviously, whatever he was hearing was quite distant. His dreams HAD to be extremely vague like that.

He felt something slither by his feet. A large snake passed him, now crawling towards the inside of the room.

Harry's gaze fixed onto the snake. "What's that you say?" Said the baby in the chair. "Someone is outside the door?"

The already creaking door blasted off of its hinges, followed by Wormtail.
"Now, now," the baby said evilly.

"Why don't we give our little guest a warm welcome?"

Harry jolted upright, eyes wide and cold sweat melting against his skin. He was shaking, his breath coming out in large gasps.

It was still dark outside. Seeing that he was still in Hogwarts, he was slightly reassured... however, the nightmare was too unsettling, and he lay awake for the rest of the night.

Unknown to the any of them, however, a dark shadow slowly slipped a piece of parchment inside the goblet of fire...

Done!

Next chapter coming soon, please hold on tight!
I kinda rushed this chapter. Sorry about that! :(
See ya later, possibly next week!

~Blazingfyres