Now I know Cornelius buys Harry's books in the actual story, but in this one he doesn't. And also a days gap is there.
Chapter 8: Relieving Fairy Tail
"Blacky..who's this Igor?" Natsu whispered curiously into his partner's ear as he saw the hunchback man taking all of Harry's luggage and leading them to somewhere.
"I don't know Natsu.." Blacky whispered back. And the Potter heir was nearly on the verge of exploding, seriously? How can a professor who fought and ripped apart a basilisk and a dragon who's legendary bloodline is so dark, figuratively speaking act like children?
"Professor and his mount can wait here while the Harry Potter shall follow me." The hunchback instructed as he stopped and pointed at the table where he kept the luggage.
"Hey! Who are you calling a mount!" Blacky protested but didn't bother to follow through as both the dragons were immediately inhaling the food that appeared on the table all of a sudden.
"Master Potter. This way please!" The man lead the boy who lived, through the tavern and towards the more finer rooms.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked as the hunchback stopped and opened the door to a large room where a man with specks sat on the desk facing the window.
"Harry." The man in the dark suit turned and was revealed to be Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic. But Harry had to play it dumb because, well, in records, they have never met each other, well if you count him being invisible during Hagrid's arrest. "I am Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic."
"Minister Fudge!" Harry spoke in awkward surprise, one reason was the above and the other was seeing a man with his standards coming to a place like this. "What are you doing here sir? Oh.." He suddenly remembered the instance where he used magic in the muggle world. "Sir about that incident-"
"Don't fret over it my boy, just make sure to avoid using magic there. I have already sent aurors and the needed wizards to take care of the situation." He got up and walked towards the window and looked up at the moon. "Your safety is of up most importance to the magic world, after all..." He came over and sat on the edge of the desk.
"Wow..uh..thank you sir?" The Potter boy was speechless.
"Yes well, the Ministry have been going through tough times..the Basilisk, before that the infiltration of Hogwarts by one of your teachers who turned out to be 'not the one we thought he was'.." The wizard chuckled. "But rest assured, we are straightening everything..just make sure to stay safe Harry." This kind of concern from a usually unsympathetic man freaked the teenager.
"Uh..sir..is there anything you would like to convey to me?" Harry seriously didn't want another life or death situation so fast, especially after that little stunt he had to pull for the entire 'Talking Book episode'.
"Nothing nothing..well, as you can see I do have a little meeting to attend to. We want you to stay safe young man." The minister said coming behind him.
"Sir..does this have anything to do with Sirius Black?" Fudge flinched at the sudden question.
"Whatever may have caused you to think like that? Of course Black is a danger, but it is a common threat, hence, worry not." With that the middle aged man walked over to the fire place and transported himself away. Harry stood there at the sudden withdrawal but shook it off and began to make his way back to his professor, but just as he opened the magically enhanced soundproof door, he was thrown back by music and the thick scent of alcohol and food.
With bafflement, he saw the earlier empty tavern, now filled with dozens of wizards, probably over fifty, all dancing, some playing the standard Tortuga brawl song while some brawling and in the middle of the chaos was none other than his professor, Natsu Dragneel doing something he thought to be very embarrassing. All the while, the hunchback man trying to stop the calamity that has fallen on his tavern.
"Hey kid! Harry! Come on up! Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle!" He was doing his wiggle dance while Blacky was on the table ordering another drink.
"What in-" Harry couldn't finish, a lady wizard, much taller than him, grabbed his arm and dragged him to the center while a guy hooked his other arm with his which was done on him by another and so on as the took the center and started moving their feet, and due to his height, or lack of it, Harry was thrown up and down each time the two on either side did the jumps for the Irish tap dance.
The night went on high, the usually abandoned Tavern became a place where new bonds were born, the silent neighborhood wizards became rowdy and social. The serious officials who came to inspect what the noise in their Magic jurisdiction was dragged in, loosened up and was scrapped off their grumpiness. That was the power of Natsu Dragneel.
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The next day came and the people of Leaky Cauldron was pretty much earning a profit like never before. "Hey what's wrong with you Grumpy Potter?" Natsu asked as he caught up with the boy, Blacky hot on his heels.
"What's wrong?!" Harry stopped abruptly causing Natsu to stop, following the Dragon crashing on to the fire mage and him falling face first. "What is wrong with you?" Harry gave up with a defeated sigh as the two began to bicker, drawing more attention.
He knew that the money in his possession must be carefully used and seeing the two distracted, the spectacled boy decided to take things to his own hands, leaving the two otherworldly creatures who were now slapping each other like little children with their heads pulled back and arms extended.
"The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 3 by Miranda Goshawk,check." Harry ticked the name on the list. "Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky, it better be worth my trouble.." He ticked the book. "Intermediate Transfiguration by Emeric Switch, Professor McGonagall is going to be having some fun.." He marked on the list and moved on to the next section.
"Ah Mister Potter, how may I be service to you?" The manager asked with a small smile.
"Oh, well, The Monster Book of Monsters?" Harry saw the smile falter. "Is there something wrong? Did the book run out of supply?" He asked worriedly.
"I haven't checked on them for the past one hour, probably the stock might be reduced.." His tune wasn't positive as the man walked over to a rather strange large shaking compartment. The wizard looked over to the young Potter. "You might want to keep this guy separately."
After that peculiar incident where his book tried to eat everyone, Harry collected the last book. "The Essential Defence Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jigger. All set!" Harry mentally cheered. "Oh bloody hell, the uniforms.." Harry groaned annoyed as he began to truck his way to the tailor shop on the other side, completely forgetting the path.
"Great..jolly good." Harry was yet again, met truck with trouble. The alley ways, the turns, the creaky noises, the silent people in dark grabs ganged on corners, watching silently. "Don't tell me.."
"Well well well lookie here maties, we got some lost 'oy." Harry stopped his cart and turned around, a tall skeletal looking man with a shabby black trench coat and a short hat stood, upon seeing he got the boy's attention the stranger grinned, showing yellow rotten teeth.
"Umm.." Harry nervously pushed his cart as he took little steps back, but was stopped when another man grabbed the front of the cart.
"Goin' sum'ere sunshine?" He too was of similar clothing but was a little buff. Another two came from either side.
"Gee Gary, you make friends fast." The sarcastic voice of the pink haired professor came from the side, drawing everyone's attention to the 5'11 male who leaned on the lamppost with his right shoulder. Of course, even with his chiseled body, he lacked the buff and was alone, so the gang of wizard thugs quickly retrieved their mojo.
"Now, 'y on't ya le've, or I'll ave me Cerberus fill his stomach?" Upon the words of the gang leader, something walked from the shadows behind him. It was as tall as Harry, with three heads, and three tails, all in one body, the wolf faces were lined with scars and an eye was missing. It's growls and grunts and steamy foul breath filled the Dragon Slayer's nose, nauseating him.
"Alright..I really don't want to eat that. Dude, do ya even give it a wash?" Natsu exclaimed. "Scratch that! When was the last time you folks took a bath?!" He held his nose in a stinky you fashion.
"Apparently they do stink a lot Natsu." Emerging from the darkness behind him, was his Black Dragon, but before even he completely came out, the other magical creature ran with it's tails between its leg. If Natsu wasn't intimidating, his friend definitely was.
A few minutes later, the three were walking back, Natsu leading the troops with his nose held high, as none of them knew the way back to Leaky Cauldron and it was getting dark, they were hungry, no one could be trusted for giving the right direction and strange people were following them.
"Professor.." Harry began.
Natsu didn't stop but 'hmmed' to let the boy know he had his attention. "About earlier, I am really sorry-" The dragon slayer stopped abruptly.
"Alright bub, you listen here, assholes like that show up every time. You just can't be sorry for some other stupid shits attitude. That's why you should join Natsu's Self Defense Classes! Its your only chance to make a change!" Now Natsu sounded like an American senator asking a voter to vote for him.
Harry was once again at a loss. "Uh..but they have wands and number, how can someone fight them off using their bare hands?" According to the wizarding community, it was simply not possible.
But Natsu was not in the community. A broad grin came over his face as he turned to the Dragon. "Blacky, why don't you take off with luggage, we will catch up."
"I was wondering when you are going to say that, bye kid. Make sure to wear safety gear and do not try this at home." The Dragon flew away leaving a small circle of dust afloat.
"What safety gear!" Harry shouted frantically but the Dragon already left for Leaky Cauldron. That's when he heard lots of footsteps. And sure enough, there was over a dozen of thugs.
"Barry, just watch alright." Natsu grabbed his attention. He saw the pink head turn to the gathered. "Guys, let's finish this fast, I am kinda hungry, so take your wands already." Natsu slammed his fist into his open palm, a wide grin on his face, his fangs glinted and his eyes looked like portals to hell. "Watch closely kid." That was the only warning the boy got before the dragon slayer covered the distance between him and the leader, burying his fist deep into the skinny man's abdomen, sending him crashing into a wall.
"!" The man next to him couldn't even draw out his wand as Natsu swung his right leg in a 360, sending the two on either side of him with fractured bones and wands. Harry watched as Natsu greedily grabbed two others by the head and slammed the into another two. This wasn't a fight, this was massacre. Those who managed to draw out their wands couldn't use it, those who used it, couldn't manage to hit the mark.
Natsu dusted his arms as a pile of wizard trash aka bodies of the beaten wizards laid in painful agony. "You understand the use fullness now, Derek?" Natsu asked with a grin. "The magic that flows through your veins should not be taken for granted. Magic ain't a stuff you compare with luck, its what you train and harness through the harmony of life. In my words, you and your magic are one, so you use your magic and forget to train yourself, boom, that will be the end of your story." Natsu explained with his ever present grin while Harry stood like a deer caught in the headlights.
"I- a-alright.." Harry was not the material Natsu can mold, that he knew. But Natsu was a oppressive motivator, that he didn't know. Soon enough, Natsu's reign will make a new change in the magic word, one with colored dumbbell and crowbars.
"That's the spirit kid! Now let's get to the Leaky Cauldron." Natsu cheerfully lead the boy back to his Dragon pal and make sure he doesn't finish there supper. Natsu rushed with Harry.
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Tudu Tudu Tudu
The Window shook lightly with the beat of the passenger train that was passing next to the window. Harry groggily got up to his feet, that's right, groggily. He made it a mental note to not wear his jeans and T-shirt while going to sleep. Why? His thighs itched from the friction and the sweat and drool was not the best feeling he wanted on his shirt. Going over to the sink, he opened the tap and splashed some cold water to his face before placing his glasses on. Giving out a tired yawn, the boy moved towards the door and opened it.
"Room Service.." A grumpy voice spoke from the side as an old witch stood there. Harry quickly moved out of the way and allowed the lady in. He looked at the corridor which had a lot of movement. But jumped when two small creatures ran through his legs.
"Bloody hell.." He cursed for the sudden surprise but followed the same direction to the hall downstairs. He could hear voices of argument already, and was quick to realize who all were arguing in the break of dawn. A broad grin came over his face as he watched from the railings.
"Put that bloody thing away from Scabbers!" Ron snarled at the cat Hermione held while covering his rat in his arms.
Nose flaring, Hermione shot back. "Well it's nature taking its course." She petted her cat. "Crookshanks is a good cat, he does what is good for the society. Getting rid of rats!"
"That thing is not a cat! It's a pig with fur!" Ron threw the insult but stopped from continuing as he saw his best friend climbing down the stairs. "Harry!" Forgetting all of her anger, Hermione too gave a big smile as the three shared hugs.
They began their chit chat on what the three did during their break, well, Hermione and Ron at least. "So how was Egypt?" Harry excitedly asked.
"Splendid!" Ron said with residual enjoyable memories, but was brought back by the hard slap behind his head by his brother George, who was followed by his twin, Fred.
"Don't be a spoiler Ron." The said boy glared at his older siblings. "Take a seat mate." He said to the twin.
"After you." Fred grinned. These two never made sense to anyone, how can both of them not pull pranks on each other?
"Harry! Goodness child, you look like a twig!" Of course, Mrs. Weasley, came charging through the men towards the boy she considers as one of her own.
"Well he wasn't much to begin with." Fred joked, causing him, Harry and George to laugh while Mrs. Weasley glared at her son, making him shut up, but his laughter leaked through.
"Harry my boy!" The kid turned around to see the evergreen walking form of Mr. Weasley who held out his hand which Harry took and received a firm shake from the positive man.
"Mr. Weasley!" Harry smiled at the friendly man who was among the only few he could trust in the Ministry.
"How was your vacation young man, oh! Don't answer, blob of float fat." Mrs. Weasley gave a small slap on her husband's arm for using crude language with children. It was her duty to see that her family, including Harry grew in a civil environment where-
"Alright! Fuck this!" That went out the window as the whole room froze, at least everyone except Fred and George who laughed at the look on everyone's face as they looked at the pink haired man who said the cuts word while sitting at the head of the table with a sour face as he drank the tea. "This tea taste like shit! Damn that's an understatement, it tastes like piss dropped in a bowl of greasy dick cheese!" Natsu threw the cup away, not at all bothered where it landed and more or less concerned about who all heard him say all those colorful words.
"Couldn't have said it better ourselves Natsu, right Fred?" George, being the mischievous little trouble maker, much like his twin, took the advice of the dragon slayer to not call him professor.
"Yep, not one bit more!" Fred agreed with a few chuckles.
"Damn! It's so good to finally hear someone call me by my damn name! Give me a five boys!" The twins hit the extended palm with their own respective ones. After that, Natsu began with his other food items, ignoring the fuming Weasley matriarch and slack jawed remaining lot.
Turning to her sons first, Mrs. Weasley spoke. "Fred! George! You are both prohibited from taking anything to school other than the needed! That means none of your creations!" Fred and George both groaned in disappointment. Sure they can sneak in a few, but not everything. And unless they had the whole package can they do all that is planned.
Seeing the chaps in distress, Natsu spoke. "Guys, stop whining, you can always go for a plan be." A devilish mischievous grin formed on his lips that the twins returned before bowing with their fist on the other hand, like that of Chinese kung fu, before saying.
"Master!"
Mrs. Weasley was not at all happy with the strange boy who was being a bad influence on her sons. Aearing George call him out by his name, she was sure they were friends and before she could be stopped by the students, she began. "Young man, aren't you not concerned about your younger friends growing into misfits?" She was gently stopped from her violent verbal abuse, if you can call it that, by Mr. Weasley who would deal it in a much more calmer manner.
"Well young lad, quite a mouth you got there. Do you go to Hogwarts too?" Mr. Weasley began, Sirius Black And Harry just had to wait, otherwise his wife would destroy the place.
"Well yea.." Natsu stuffed up an entire bread pack after removing the cover, making Fred and George look at the man in awe.
"Oh, so colleagues I see?" Mr. Weasley spoke, pointing his sons and the dragon slayer.
"Colleges?" Natsu confusedly asked as he drowned the juice.
"Uh, it means, you are in the same school." He explained a little bit downed, maybe he was a foreigner and that's the reason for his confusion.
"Duh ain't that what you asked earlier?" Natsu's little academic knowledge pulled him down.
"Uh...Mr. Weasley.." Harry drew the man's attention. "That's uh our Professor..." The twins couldn't take the torture any more as their parents shocked faces were the last straw.
After the revelation, things were pretty calm. Harry and Mr. Weasley went a little out of sight to talk, although what the Ministry worker didn't take into account was the dragon slayers hearing range. Natsu carefully ate while listening to the man briefing Harry about Sirius Black, that's when realization dawned on him. 'Oh...so that's what I forgot to tell him!' Yes, yet again Natsu forgot something vital. 'Nah...I'll just tell him later.' Natsu continued his breakfast, brushing of the 'Sirius Black' stuff.
Blacky left for Hogwarts before dawn, knowing the wizard students and teachers will be dropping by, and not wanting to make a scene, also to pass a message to Dumbledore. Now all he had to do was find the rat, already a couple thousands were caught, but none of them fit the description or magical aura, he got a couple of animagi users but none of them fit them had a missing finger, and the ones that did have were just simple rats.
Natsu stood up and left the place, only giving a small wave to the twins and a suspicious look on to Ron's rat. 'Gotta get a replacement rat from the magic shop..' Yep. Poor old Peter was done for. 'And a way to exchange the two.' His departure brought great delight to many older wizards, including the Weasley matriarch and perfect boy Percy, who was the incumbent Head boy.
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He knew this was going to be shit, but didn't have any other option, especially with Blacky gone. "Trains.." He groaned in the cabin, luckily no one was there to share this cabin and see him in his pathetic state. He could here chit chat from the other cabin, which hosted the Potter gang. His plan was to take back the animagi crook and leave the train, but both of this didn't happen, although Dumbledore probably saw this as he was given a ticket and showed inside by a stranger moments before the train started to move.
Hours passed by, and the dragon slayer couldn't even close his eyes or turn to a better angle. "Damn you...I give up...just stop...please..." Natsu begged to the train.
SHRIEK!
The sound and the sudden halt made the dragon slayer fall on the floor, but it was momentary only as he jumped up with fire coming from his mouth. "Alright! Woohoo! Take that you stupid devil wheels!" The dragon slayer grabbed his travel bag and swoosh past the confused faces that peeped out of the window.
Meanwhile, Ron looked out the window in fear. "W-we can't be there yet, right?"
"Then why did we stop?" Harry asked as he too stared out of the window.
"Maybe we have broken down?" Hermione gave a logical explanation to sooyh the two.
The lights flicked before going completely out, Crookshanks and the rat started acting restless, but none of this bothered the Lupin who was still asleep. "Look! There's something moving out there!" Ron nearly screamed when he saw a head pop up. Actually Harry and Hermione did too.
"Yosh!" Natsu with his mischievous grin looked at them. He was happy and sad, happy cus he scared a lot of whiny brats, sad cus they weren't at Hogwarts. So more train ride, and somehow, he could fell the train grinning.
"Professor!" Hermione, being the first one to recover, glared at the childish man., but then the dragon slayer's face fell into seriousness as he looked around. And the students too were a little confused, all of a sudden, the temperature dropped drastically, but Natsu continued to look around until he moved away from sight.
"Look!" Ron shakily pointed at the glass slide door. Slowly waving rags floated from the side, followed by the dark form of skeletal hand that wrapped around and magically pulled the door open while not at all touching the door. Then when it was a little open, the creature put it's arm through the gap, revealing rotten long skinny fingers as it pulled the door open revealing a ragged cloth wearing being, without legs as it floated.
The cabin froze in fear as the animals scrambled away, the cat hissed before doing so. Finally the ghostly creature's eyes fell on the spectacled boy. And Harry felt something being pulled away from him, no, ripped away from him and he was paralysed, unable to make a move. That's when Lupin acted. Jumping up, the professor extended his wand, a bluish white light shone brightly as a sphere, the creature abandoned what it was doing and tried to flee. Keyword, 'tried'.
"You ain't going nowhere bub unless you-" Natsu blocked the path, were it any one else and did not possess the Petrona charm, the Dementor would have gone through them, instead it broke the wind glass and escaped. "Damn...almost had him..." Natsu slumped his shoulder momentarily before looking up to see Professor Lupin with his wand out, looking through the window.
"Could have been dangerous, young chap." Lupin looked at the dragon slayer, once again being another one to mistake him for a student. "Especially not even without you wand drawn out." He smiled as he patted the dragon slayer. "Remus Lupin, Teacher in charge of Defense Against Dark Arts, Hogwarts." He extended his hand to the odd student, who took it with a friendly grin.
"Nah, those Dumpsters aren't enough to take down a dragon slayer. Natsu Dragneel, Self-defense and Draconian for Hogwarts brats." This was a surprise for the senior looking man but shook it off, he wasn't much old either. "By the way Remus, why do you smell of.." Natsu sniffed the man. "Wolf?"
Remus retracted his hand quickly and smiled nervously. "Whatever could you mean, oh! I remember Mr. Potter's not on his best forms." The Dragon Slayer didn't bother much as he sensed the other man's magic to emit a nice aura.
"Oh well..gotta get rid of the others.." Natsu got out through the window and stood atop the train before taking a deep breath and unleashing a torrent of red flames into the sky that illuminated the area.
Like he predicted, there were a lot more Dementors, but all fleed from the radiant warm light from the destructive flames. It was the warning of a Dragon to trespassers. This train was his territory, and any more of those things come in, that will be their end.
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That's it. Late Happy Christmas and an early Happy New Year.
As for the story, I hope you see who all are going to be with our mischievous Dragon Slayer. Fred and George of course. Lots of trouble for prefects and grumpy professors coming up.
Unedited: 30/12/2015