I'm going to make my first ever attempt at a story. Harry Potter isn't Master of Death, instead he is the entities chosen champion. He'll have Death God Slayer Magic and Poison and Fire Magic. The poison and and fire are from the Basilisk and the fire is from Fawks. Harry Potter will be sent to the world of Earthland by Death himself.

Pairing is going to be Harry (who is the main focus) and Mirajane Strauss.

Enter Death's Champion

It was nearing midnight and the rain was pouring from the sky. Washing away the remnants of the battle that had taken place just hours before. A lone figure stood on what was left of the Astronomy Tower. A blazing bird of fire perched on his shoulder as they both took in the silence of the land. Fawks rubbed his cheek against Harry's and then burst into flames. It was not his burning day but he chosen to give his very magic to Harry. Once the fire was gone a single stone glowing with an inner fire fell in his hand. Thank you Fawke's for everything you've done for me. Harry thought as he closed his eyes and wrapped his magic around the stone. Contrary to what most would think Harry was actually pretty smart. He just hid it from everyone to play the part that was expected of him.

He could feel the stone heating up until it became unbearable. But he continued on until the stone dissolved and the magic bound itself to his. Pulling his magic back in he held a hand over his left rib. His wounds were too dire for anyone to treat. And what few that survived wouldn't be able to find him. Turning around he made his way back down into the crumbling castle. He met no one through the halls and entered the second floor girls bathroom. Mertil wasn't around so he would be able to do this without being stopped. Focusing on the snake etching he hissed at the sink. It opened at his command and he called forth some stairs. Half way down he ordered the sink to close so no one would follow him. This was his choice and he would do it because he wanted to.

The walk was calming in a way despite the tunnel reminding him of the last time he was here. In all honesty Harry didn't mind going out the way he had planned. He had killed off Voldemort for good and had freed himself of the burden he had carried. The prophecy was no more and he felt like he could fully embrace death. They were after all old friends. He's lost count of how many times he's almost died over his 17 years of life. He was just tired and already slowly dying. Why not finish the job with the one thing no one could cure him from. Fate though he knew would probably step in at some point. He hissed at the locked door and watched it open for him. Stepping into the chamber his eyes found the corpse of the Basilisk he had killed when he was twelve. Walking over to the giant corpse he picked up the fang that was still on the floor.

"Well it looks like it still has some venom in it." He set it down for a moment and took off his tattered shirt. Tossing it aside he dropped to his knees and gripped the fang tightly. Sirius, Mom, Dad, Remus, Tonks, Teddy, Ron, Hermione, Dobby, Cedric. On and on the names of the fallen filled his mind. Tears poured from his eyes as he mourned the loss of those who fought beside him. None of them deserved to die but they did die and he held some blame for it all. He hated prophecies because people were stupid enough to try and fulfill them. Voldemort had been an idiot but in the end he was killed twice by someone vastly younger than him. I'll join you all soon. He plunged the fang into his chest over his beating heart. The venom entered directly into his heart causing him to let out a short scream of agony. And then he knew no more as darkness filled his vision.

When next he opened his eyes he was back on at the train station. And this time Albus didn't greet him but the entity Death did. He wore a tattered long flowing black robe with the hood over his head. Draped casually over his shoulder was a massive Scythe with a jagged edge on one side of its blade. So you have come back young Potter. Surprising to me seeing as many often fear me. Harry shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "I'm not scared of the one being I actually felt comfort in. You have almost had me in your clutches so many times throughout the years. Death was a welcoming end to my suffering." He sat down on the bench that appeared out of nowhere. You have fulfilled the prophecy and yet you killed yourself knowing there wouldn't be another chance of going back. Death floated over and placed a hand on the boys head.

You've proven your worth and thus you will become my champion. My avatar in a sense but not in this world. I'll be sending you somewhere else, a place that will allow you to grow and heal. Harry nodded as he looked beside him at the small girl with extremely long blonde hair and dark green eyes. Hello Harry, chosen champion of Death. I am Mavis Vermilion and I asked Death to send you to my guild Fairy Tail. Its a mages guild. You'll be able to mourn and heal there. My world is rich in magic and you can openly do magic as long as its not for dark deeds. Harry looked between her and Death wondering how the girl even got there in the first place. Mavis's world has its own dark lord in a sense. Only you won't be the one destined to face him. That is someone else's destiny so you have no need to worry.

He sighed and took off his glasses before carding his fingers through his hair. "Okay on one condition. I need my photo album and my vision corrected. The scars can stay as they are a reminder of everything I went through. Including the one that now sits over my heart." He looked up at Death once his glasses were back on. You'll have to tell Makarov your story young one. He'll need to know in case you need someone to talk to. Death held out his hand and an old photo album appeared in his cloaked hand. Harry gently took it from the entity and cradled it against his chest. Then Death placed single boney finger against Harry's forehead and pushed some magic into him. It lasted all of three seconds before his hand was lowered. You now have perfect vision and as you are my champion you will be able to use Death God Slayer magic. It's up to you how to train your magic but know that Fawke's also gifted you the ability to wield fire magic. And the Basilisk venom has been turned into poison magic.

Harry placed the album in his lap and tore off his glasses. Tossing them aside he looked at Mavis then at Death. "I'm ready.' Both of them placed a hand on his shoulders and his vision was once again filled with darkness. He didn't see the portal Mavis carried him through. He didn't see Mavis placing him within the view of the Fairy Tail Guildhall. All he knew was darkness and the peaceful embrace of Deaths lingering embrace.

Harry groaned as he came around a third time. His head ached and he felt the need to vomit up whatever was left in his stomach. Sitting up he felt something drop in his lap and opened his eyes. There still safe was his photo album and it made him so happy he agreed to the deal with Death and Mavis. Grabbing the book with one hand he stood up and wobbled for a moment. Then waved his hand and the book shrunk. So my wandless magic is much better than when I first started learning it. He had been teaching himself wandless and wordless magic since he started the hunt for Voldemort's Horcrux's. Shaking his head he shoved the small book in his pocket and looked around. His eyes eventually fell on the large building before him. From where it was he could clearly read the words Fairy Tail. Mavis it seems made sure I was placed close to the guild. Well here goes nothing I guess, I hope she is right about all this.

He made sure nothing was out of place and almost groaned as his shirt was still gone. But all his scars were there so maybe that will help his case. Shrugging he walked the few yards of distance to the doors. And opened the doors without hesitation. Instinctively he ducked a flying body and side stepped a table. Looking inside he saw nothing but chaos but he shrugged it off and slammed his hands together. Adding a bit of a magic to the sound so everyone could hear it. Not only did it make them all stop but they all looked his way. Clearing his throat he rubbed the back of neck nervously. "Um...sorry to interrupt but I'm looking for Makarov. I'm not sure what his last name is as I wasn't told. But my...friend told me this was where he was." He winced at how that actually sounded and facepalmed at his stupidity. "I'm not here to cause trouble I'm actually wanting to join. But my friend...she told me I had to talk to Makarov about a few...personal things."

A small old man walked through the crowd and stopped in front of him. "I'm Makarov, the last names Dreyar. Let's go to my office and we'll talk in there." Harry shoved his hands in his pockets and began following Makarov. Only to pause for a moment as he laid eyes on a woman working behind the bar. She had on a pink dress with frills along the edges. Long white hair and blue eyes with her bangs held up by a tie. She was pretty and for some reason she instantly caught his attention. Frowning he looked deeper and noticed the pain and sorrow hidden behind her cheerful smile. That's what got his attention the most and his heart went out to her. Shaking his head he continued to follow Makarov. Once they reached his office he closed the door as the old man jumped onto his desk.

"So child what is it you needed to speak to me about." Makarov was very curious about this child. Judging from the numerous scars he had seen and been through too much. Harry sat down in the chair and ran a hand through his wild black hair. "First off I am not from this world. I was told by Death and Mavis Vermilion to tell you my story. I'm also the chosen champion for Death it seems." He looked up at the man and absently rubbed the scar over his heart. "Mavis told me this was the best place for me to be so I can heal and mourn in peace." He was so tired but he had chosen to accept his place at Deaths chosen. It just wasn't his time yet to be with his parents.

Makarov was shocked at first but sat down and crossed his legs. "Alright I believe you. So what's your story child?" He asked as he watched the boy closely. "My name's Harry Potter and I'm 17 years old. I've lived all my life with a prophecy hanging over my head. When I was 15 months old my parents were murdered by the man I was prophecized to kill. From there I lived my first ten years in an abusive home. I've almost died so many times that I lost count at this point. When I entered magical school it was one dangerous situation after another. Each one facing some form of the man I was destined to kill. I've lost so many people that I am surprised I am still even sane. And I guess for me just yesterday I ended the war we were in for good. A war adults were meant to fight but instead let a bunch of young children fight for them. A lot of the lives lost were school children and very few were adults. The scar on my chest is from me killing myself Makarov."

Makarov was shocked, shocked and angry. Harry Potter had to suffer through the burden of a prophecy since birth it seems. No wonder he sought death once it was completed. "Thats how you ended up meeting the guilds first master isn't it. Well she was right you'll be welcomed here with open arms. Do you have a place to stay?" Harry shook his head and rubbed at his tired eyes. "I don't, I just arrived in this world so I'll have to do some work to get enough money for a place of my own." Makarov stood up and pulled out the stamp. There was one in his office and one at the bar. "Where and what color?" Harry thought about it and turned his head to the left. "Right cheek and in red please." Makarov place the stamp to the boys cheek and after a second he pulled it away. There now was the guilds mark on the boys cheek.

"You can call me master or gramps but I prefer gramps. Now as for your living situation I will be taking you to Mirajane. She'll be able to help you out." He jumped down and waved at Harry to follow him. Harry followed gramps out of the office and down the stairs to the bar. The guild was still quiet but they smiled when they saw the mark adorning his cheek. An odd place to put it but it wasn't the oddest by far. "Mira, can you come over here for a moment." Makarov called over to the white haired beauty Harry had seen earlier. So her name is Mirajane. Its a beautiful name for a beautiful woman. "Yes master?" Mirajane looked between him and the newest member. "This is Harry Potter our newest member of the family. But he's in a bit of a bind, would you care to let him crash at your place for a bit until he can get back on his feet?"

Harry blushed at that but remained silent as he leaned against the wooden post. "Of course he can crash for awhile at my place. It's been terribly lonely since Elfman got his own apartment." She looked at Harry and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Come on I can show you my place and get you settled in." Harry looked at her hand and then at the gentle understanding in her eyes. They were alike in a way that made them feel connected. But his pain was deeper and the wound still very much raw. He nodded though and let her lead him out of the guild. He wasn't much for socializing anyhow at the moment. He was now walking his new path hoping to create a new life here in this new world.

A/N: Alrighty so this is the first chapter. As you can see Harry still has his original magic. And he will gain an exceed but it won't happen for a long time to come. The first couple of chapters will be about Harry healing and getting used to the world he was now in. As well as getting closer to Mirajane. I decided that Elfman started living on his own in an apartment not too far from his sister's place. I did it because Mirajane will play a huge role in Harry healing. But he will also help her in return.

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