Summary: A story in which, Harry's the brother to the BWL and sent away to live with his estranged grandfather, the Master of Fairy Tail, after being discovered that he's basically a squib with enough magical power to only use magical items. Starts during Laxus' attempt to overtake Fairy Tail from Makarov.


As the mages ran from the Fairy Tail building, Makarov Dreyar the Third Master of Fairy Tail couldn't believe what had happened. Almost twenty minutes ago, his grandson had basically declared an inner war of Fairy Tail while holding the entire city of Magnolia hostage by using his Thunder Place spell. "Damn brat, what is he hoping to accomplish by doing this." he wondered before turning to the person right behind him. "Harry! Go get that blasted half-cousin of yours!"

Harry Potter was Makarov's second grandchild from his beloved Lily, whom had moved away with her mother when she was five-years-old, and for nineteen years he hadn't heard a single word from his lovely Lily; then almost 11 years ago, a 4-year-old Harry had appeared at the entrance of the Fairy Tail guild staring uncaring, with eyes that spoke of something beyond his supposed years in life, at the rowdiness of the guild before handing him a letter from his daughter. The letter had stated that she and James could no longer care for Harry as his sister, Willow, the Girl Who Lived needed every bit of attention that they could give her; Makarov had taken in his grandson, teaching him magic only to find that he had only enough magical power to use magical items and as such he commissioned specially made items to allow Harry a defense against any magical enemies.

Harry was a lean-built teenager of average height with green eyes that were half-covered by his long black fringe, which hung from his slightly-long but neat black hair; unfortunately Harry inherited his mother's genes thus making him have a delicate face that showed no trace of masculinity, allowing people to easily mistake him for a girl, which was proven wrong when he spoke. His clothing consisted of black pants that fell enough to brush his black sneakers, a black long-hooded coat with a white fur-trimming around the hood and the bottom of the coat over a black V-necked t-shirt.

Currently said teenager had been passed out on the bar's counter before jolting upwards at the sound of his grandfather's irritated voice. "H-huh?" the green eyes blinked a bit, and turned to Makarov before his words registered in his head. "Sure, I guess." Harry mumbled as he got out of his chair and stuck his hands in his jacket's pockets before walking out of the guild's hall undisturbed by the barrier just as he vanished in a burst of speed.

As he reappeared, the 15-year-old took a quick look around as he took notice of the fight between two people. The first was a gorgeous a seventeen-year-old girl with shoulder-length hair, which was a beautiful golden-blonde, that was tied up in a small ponytail on the right side of her head as well as big-almost doe-like brown eyes that could show her emotions easily. She wore a cheerleader-like outfit that consisted of a blue shirt, that showed off her slim stomach, with a collar that was folded downwards with white lining and a yellow Fairy Tail-guild symbol on the right breast as well as a blue skirt with white lining and showed off her thighs and long-legs with finally white sneakers; she was currently wielding a black whip and had a thick brown belt around her waist that held a series of keys symbolizing her as a Celestial Mage.

The other was a tall man with a mildly muscular build and broad shoulders. His upper body is covered in a dark, mildly fitting cloth covered in vertical white stripes, which extend up to his head to cover it in a tight hood, exposing only his hands and face. The upper part of the latter, however, is almost always obscured by a metal visor reminiscent of a Medieval sallet, which comes covered with eight small, elongated holes, with four of them in front of each of his eyes, allowing him to see, but preventing others from being affected by his Figure Eyes. He wears large armbands, and he has large shoulder pads each with skulls on its center. His waist is circled by a simple dark band, which holds up a massive waist-guard made of cloth, which comes in four long, light-colored pieces, each adorned by a dark "X", reaching down below his knees. Under such waist-guard, he dons a pair of extremely baggy, loose dark pants, with each leg being adorned by a pair of lighter-colored belts crossing in an "X" formation. Such pants are tucked inside a pair of light, armored greaves.

"Bickslow..." he spoke, drawing the duo's attention and making the girl blush for some reason while Bickslow gulped for some reason. "Where is my idiot of a cousin?"


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