Summary: Harry Potter/Fairy Tail: What if upon facing the Horntail in the Tournament, Harry ended up remembering a past that had been stolen from him? What if he was the Ice Dragon Slayer of the Fairy Tail guild?


I do not own the rights to Harry Potter whom belongs to J. K. Rowling, Fairy Tail whom belongs to Mashima Hiro nor to anything else in this story! If I did then I would be freaking rich!

Harry James Potter, fourteen-year-old wizard and Boy Who Lived, stared at his shaking knees as he sat in the tent that blocked him from the other competing Triwizard Tournament Champions; he would be facing the Hungarian Horntail dragon, the most dangerous of them all, and yet for some reason he felt nothing but excited as well as a sharp pain in his head.

"Merlin!" the young wizard grunted as he clutched his forehead in his head as a strange voice spoke up.

"... 'ember th't yo'e the 'on of a dr'on..."

The voice faded in and out as if it came through a screwed up radio, Harry was pulled from his thoughts on who the voice belonged to when he heard his name and stepped from the tent into the arena.

There it stood, the dragon was at the other end of the enclosure crouched over her eggs with her wings half-unfurled and her reptilian-yellow eyes staring at him with curiousity and her large black scaled spiked tail moving side-to-side. The crowd was making a good deal of noise but Harry wasn't listening for he could only wonder why he wasn't afriad of the monstrous deadly creature before him, and jumped when the dragon spoke in plain English.

"You smell of Tundra." the dragon spoke, its voice distinctly feminine and young. "Yet... you do not show the same characteristics that he had spoken of when talking about you."

"Wh- what?" stuttered Harry, wincing as the name 'Tundra' reverbrated through his mind unknowingly a small crack showing on a steel-like door. "Who- whose Tundra?"

"You do not remember? The name of the one who taught you? Who raised you as a youngling?" the dragon hissed in anger, making the crowd quiver and yet Harry still stood there. "Perhaps... I should help you remember!" Harry had only a second to dodge to the side, a large blast of fire hitting where he had just been at and began to fire off various spells and hexes that only bounced off the dragon's scales. "Such weak attacks won't work on me! Fight with your true MAGIC!"

The dragon roared hard, blasting off a massive torrent of fire that scorched and burnt even rocks into ashes, Harry had only a second to think before sucking in his breath and roaring as well. "Hyōryū no Hoko (Ice Dragon's Roar)!" He shouted instinctively, shooting out pieces of broken, sharp, jagged ice from his mouth that froze over the torrent of fire and then impacted onto the dragon making the enormous reptilian grunt in pain.

Just as Harry ended the attack, he felt his eyes droop and then land face-first into the ground as the words from earlier came in this time loud and clear. "Harry remember that you're the son of a dragon..."

"Father." he uttered before passing out onto the cold, stone floor.


New idea that popped into my head.