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Author's Notes: I guess I am back to publishing my stuff. *Sarcastic* Yay! Well, less sarcastic now, I am only going to posting challenge responses on this account. So those of you who want to see something else besides my responses to challenges, head over to AO3. My account there is Baron_Corvus. That's my new main account, for obvious reasons *Looks at FFN*. Below you will see that this is a prompt response and what the prompt is, but since I have to post it here, I am going to group it together with challenge responses. There about the same to me. Hope you enjoy this, DZ2, I know I will.

Lily cast a ritual to send Harry somewhere safe before she died. But something went wrong: Harry wound up in Fiore, but he looks like a human-dragon hybrid, with a hunger for magic/all elements. Sounds familiar, right? (Light/Grey Super/OP Harry: Harry is a cross between a Takeover Wizard, A Dragon Slayer and a Maker mage: Natsu MUST become like a brother to Harry and be stronger than canon: Acnologia and Zeref BOTH see Harry as a threat: one because his powers are the same as his - Acnologia - and the other because Harry seems to be impossible to kill, let alone fatally wound as well as his strong brotherly connection to Natsu/END - Zeref) - DZ2's Prompt

Secondary notes: Check out DZ2's "The Danger Zone" forum. He's got some nice challenges and prompts there. Now that advertisement is done, let's begin.

Chapter One

Safety

1981 October 31
Godric's Hollow, England

The atmosphere was hollow, morbidly befitting the name of the mixed wizarding-mundane settlement, as another day went by that the small Potter Family remained hidden in secrecy from all who lacked the Secret. Magic protected them from danger, but it didn't protect them from the tension of the war and the ever looming threat of the Dark Lord Voldemort.

As the air remained joyless and lifeless, a man of free spirits frustrated with the house that had become his family's prison, a woman that loved her darling baby boy more than life itself ever fearing the unknown and uncertainty of her child's future, and a little boy, barely a few months past his first birthday, unaware that he was marked for death and that a man of unfathomable power sought to end his life.

Within the quaint cottage owned by the Potters, the head of the household, James Potter, brushed a lock of black hair away from his glasses, and observed his wife attending to the proper setup of the ritual she had chosen for their son's safety.

The nursery was dimly lit by an assortment of green-flame, wax candles, and runes were drawn across the floor, taking up much of the available walking space. The crib, where their son lay, situated above a maze of runes, with each leg resting in properly placed openings between runes. It was a last emergency measure that he didn't wholeheartedly adore.

"Lily, the wards are in place and powered up. Though I still don't believe they're necessary,"

James' voice was a mixture of relief and defensive exasperation on behalf of their Secret Keeper and his friend, Peter Pettigrew. Hazel brown eyes, however, met the maternal protective gaze of a pair of fiery emerald green eyes that he both loved and on occasion feared. "Thank you, James, but I've already told you. After the decision to switch Secret Keepers, I've had this…"

Lily Potter was frustrated. And James understood. He loved their son just as much as her, and wished to protect him from any and all peril, but they had to rely on others to protect the family they had just built and the giggling ball of life they had brought into the world. And for all his loyalty and unwavering belief in his friends' loyalty, he hated the idea that he couldn't protect his family. Not by himself.

And Lily, he knew, lacked his unwavering belief in Peter as his friend. Heck, she even lacked it in Remus Lupin, arguably the most likeable, in her opinion, of his friend group. Neither case was because of unfettered hate or stigma. Sirius Black, however, had given off this aura for as long as Lily had known him, that he would die before he'd betray his friends. And Harry, their little Harry, was that man's whole world. His godson. She held unwavering belief in Sirius as Secret Keeper, but had relented when the man requested a switch, to dupe the enemy, and make Peter their Secret Keeper. In a war that was already testing loyalties, she hadn't wished to cause any friction.

However, her maternal instincts were screaming at her that more measures needed to be taken. And James' own paternal instincts were much the same, though he also knew it was also his wounded ego and pride demanding he do something to defend his family. So he understood why she wanted extra defenses put in place, even if it made him feel like shite for how it reflected on his belief in his friend staying loyal and true.

"So the ritual… is it complete?"

"Yes. A single drop of our blood will send him to safety immediately,"

James shook his head. Rituals were not his thing, for he knew they should never be taken lightly or at face value. There was always something hidden within them, omitted from text, something the gods did not wish for future generations to know of. There were mistakes wizards must make and future generations to never learn from. That was what his father and uncle always told him. Such methods of magic had a hidden cost that must always be known exists but never what it entails.

He hoped the hidden cost of this ritual didn't backfire horrendously.

"And Harry….."

"He is already keyed to the rune stone. The moment the ritual is activated, the magic of the ritual will teleport him to safety. I know what I'm doing, James. Our son won't be in any harm," The defensive bite to her words was not lost on him, and he was once more reminded of the fact that his beloved wife was very prideful, in her mind and motherhood, much like many mothers he knew were.

Thinking about such an alternative being deemed immediately necessary reminded him of his duty as a father and preserving the legacy his ancestors cultivated and his father left to him to protect. And the Cloak of Invisibility, his family's most prized heirloom, was not readily accessible. Albus Dumbledore had it, a favor the man requested and he gladly fulfilled. Though now, he did not feel so glad to have done so.

"Dada!"

Hearing his son's babbling voice, James turned and walked over to the crib where Harry lay amidst a cluster of stuffed animals. The baby boy was looking at him with adoring emerald green eyes and holding his two favorite stuffed animals- a grim and a stag. Waving both around, his chubby hands refusing to let go of them, the baby made the universal demand with his hands to be picked up.

Chuckling, James was just about to do so when an explosion pierced the air and the house shook violently. Eyes widening, both he and Lily barely opened their mouths to say "He's here!" when the house shook again, this time with the violence of a ship being rocked by the ocean currents.

"Lily! Start the ritual!"

His wife, panicking, made the startling realization. "I don't have my wand!" James' eyes widened as he palmed his pockets. "Bloody hell!" He didn't have his either. And they needed to draw their blood. Thinking fast, James gripped the railing of Harry's crib and raised his leg. With one sharp kick, he snapped off a piece of the railing.

Not hesitating, he slashed open his palm. Blood gushed out and he passed the now bloodied piece of wood to his wife, who immediately used it to slash open her own hand. Once more the house shook violently and an ear-bursting explosion left their ears ringing.

"He's broken the second ward! Damn it! Hurry up!"

"I know that, James! Place a drop of blood here!"

Both let blood from their bleeding hands drop, and time seemed to slow down. When their blood splattered against the runes to power the rune stone, magic swirled in the air. Powerful and pure, black as death and gray as the storm, with the ferocity of a hurricane. It forced them out of the nursery, and both watched as a cyclone of whirling black and gray magic swallowed up Harry, who screamed incoherently as he was transported to safety.

"Mama! Dada!"

The last thing they saw of their son, and the magic of the ritual, was a glowing emerald green symbol of a dragon in the air. Then from the runes, exploded to life a specter of darkness, with sinister silver eyes and an aura of malevolence that left them buckling at their knees, barely managing to stay resilient and not fall to their knees in submission.

Its eyes fell on James, who knew without a shadow of a doubt what that specter was. It had haunted his family for nearly a millennia, cursing them for his ancestor's humbleness and crafty nature. Demanding blood and life for the humiliation it had suffered at the hands of three brothers, of whom from one the Potters descended. But its gaze saw through him, at a man with evil red eyes that looked upon with unbridled fear and reeked of defiance.

When its mouth opened, white, monstrous teeth existed in a vacuum of swirling darkness and gray destruction, and its voice distorted reality and destroyed any and all stability as it bellowed-

"PEVERELL!"

X367 October 31
Mountainous Region, Central Ishgar

Normally, the mountainous region was home to many explosions and roaring flames. An indication of high magical activity that kept travelers and other people from exploring the mountains indepth, for most assumed the high magical activity was the result of extremely powerful and dangerous magical creatures that humanity would be smart not to mess with.

Which was correct.

The mountainous region was home to a mighty Fire Dragon named Igneel. With dark, red scales and a gargantuan form, Igneel was renowned as the Fire Dragon King and an ally of humanity. In that vein, he was the adopted father of an orphaned human child. The child, Natsu Dragneel, was a rambunctious boy that he had taught his magic to, making the boy the Fire Dragon Slayer.

And like any other day, he was training the rambunctious six year old to use his spell repertoire, though he kept becoming distracted by something. Every few minutes, his eyes would become distant and his snout would sniff the air, recognizing a scent that his mind disputed as insanity. It kept happening, to the point that Natsu couldn't resist the urge anymore, and the boy asked the dragon about his repeated lapse in focus.

"Igneel! What are you smelling! What is it! What is it!"

Well, the child moreso demanded the dragon for this knowledge in his usual excitable manner, and got an annoyed grunt from the great dragon. Swinging his tail through the air, Igneel sent Natsu sailing through the air with a swipe of his tail, and chastised his brat properly.

"Have I not taught you manners, you disrespectful brat! You do not demand from me in such a way!" Well, he moreso reprimanded the brat severely and led to a very two-sided childish argument between son and father.

Sick of the arguing, Igneel stood up and stretched his limbs. Without another word, he lumbered away, though not without gaining the final blow with his tail swatting Natsu into the earth. Following the scent, he kept a sedate pace. If it was what he thought, it would be best to observe from afar and-

"I smell something, Igneel! It smells like you when you don't bathe!"

Before he could use the brat as a tail-plaything, he saw his foolhardy and impulsive Dragon Slayer rushing towards the scent. Completely unaware of the danger he was rushing into.

"Damnit! You impulsive imbecile!"

Rushing after his son, he followed him down the mountain into a deep ravine, home to much greenery and some forests. Particularly, the ravine embodied untouched, untainted nature at its finest. And was why he avoided it. They were both users of Fire Dragon Slayer Magic, and that meant forests burned into ashes.

When he caught up with the brat- he really hated how easily the child could scale down mountainsides- he saw that the source of the familiar, and dread inducing, scent was a child no older than Natsu. The boy had untidy raven black hair, small-sized, jagged horns like that of a cartoonish devil portruded from his head, though their size indicated an unfinished maturity and physical growth, and emerald green eyes that seemed to pierce his soul. Most of his body was covered in dark gray, sharp scales, with only his torso, lower legs, and hands being completely untouched by his scales. His face, however, seemed to possess scales across the sides and on the upper-half, leaving the middle lower-half looking completely human. Sprouting from his back, completing the image of terror and morbid curiosity into Igneel's mind, were large, dark gray scaled bat-like wings. The only form of human attire the boy wore were a pair of tattered, faded black baggy pants that looked to barely stay on the boy's waist.

It was undeniable to Igneel, who had endured and survived the nightmarish climax of the Dragon King Festival. The boy standing before him, looking at Natsu with a gleam of challenge and battle hunger in his eyes, was a victim of Dragonization just like Acnologia. The sheer level of Magic Power he was passively giving off easily dwarfed that of most adult Dragons, and he was only in the early stages of a hatchling.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Natsu, Natsu Dragneel! Who are you?"

"I am Harry, Harry Potter. Are you a Dragon Slayer?"

"Yep! Are you?"

"That's what I have been told,"

"Then I challenge you to a roar fight! Fire Dragon's Roar!"

And like his son was, the boy foolishly rushed into a battle unprepared, unleashing a Fire Dragon's Roar to kick things off. This only proved what he had suspected, as the boy greedily ate the flames, proving he was a Dragon Slayer scarily similar to Acnologia as he ate his son's flames and launched out his own spell.

"Dragon's Roar!"

Though, to his confusion and slight satisfaction, as the boy digested the Fire Dragon Slayer spell and launched his own Dragon's Roar, his scales shifted in color and his body otherwise altered itself to resemble a Fire Dragon. That, along with the boy's seemingly stable mind, made Igneel's lips twist into a very diabolical grin.

"That was very delicious, Natsu. Leaves a real fire in my belly!"

"Hey! That's my line! Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!"

"Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!"

Okay, it was official. His grin was now positively evil.