Author Note: Been gone awhile, I know I know. I had writer's block, struggled to get back on track, all sorts of nonsense. But here I am, back again, once again. I have Chapter 11 in the works, so update should come soon. Got some plans for this little piece of work, hope y'all enjoy, and I do this for DZ2! Hope you read this, buddy!

Chapter Ten

This is War Pt 2

"Clara!" Kaster shouted, astounded at the sight before him. He had never expected to live long enough to see the Wind Dragon Queen humbled.

Clara was under barrage of endless blows, Natsu, in all his blazing glory, punching and kicking her across the battlefield like it was just another casual fight on your average Tuesday. He was pummeling a brutal truth into her: she wasn't the mightiest Dragon Slayer; she was beneath Natsu in power and ferocity.

The crimson flames of the Fire Dragon King snuffed out the razor winds of the Wind Dragon Queen, and the battlefield fell silent as he mercilessly beat her. Ripping her off the ground by her leg, he threw her through several broken walls, and reappeared behind her, a trail of fire left in his wake, and shoved a flaming elbow into her back.

The thrashing continued for what felt like eternity, until she lay broken and defeated on the ground, desperately sucking in air. From above, in a desperate attempt to turn the tides back in their favor, Kaster came down with his Water Dragon King's Crushing Tides, a wave of water magic so powerful it could shear off the sides of mountains led by his fist.

BOOM!

Natsu spun on his heel, tilted back, and slammed his fiery fist into Kaster's, turning all the water into steam. Kaster's eyes widened before he was smashed into the ground, his back bending beneath the Fire Dragon King Slayer's foot.

"Weak,"


Beneath the water, Harry's body sank further, but something special was happening. The water swirled around him, seeping into his wounds, cocooning him in a ball. His eyes were closed, the wound across his face closing, but a scar remaining. Beneath his eyelids, a cerulean glow came to be.


"Thunder Dragon King's Demolition Fist!"

"Lightning Dragon King's Breakdown Fist!"

Electric yellow and blue lightning fought for dominance, but it soon proved that the former was stronger. Chuck felt his fist's bones break under the blow. Disbelieving, he leaped back, but got kicked into the dirt from behind.

How is this happening! My lightning is purer!, he thought, enraged and disbelieving. This couldn't be true. But it was. The next second he was consumed by a Dragon's Roar, and when it ended, a foot came down on his head.

His head rattled and his teeth shattered, blood pooled in his mouth and he spat out some before his head was lifted by his hair. "This is what you get for invading my city," Laxus snarled, and grabbed his neck. Chuck's eyes went eyed, but before he could do anything-

CRACK!

Laxus dropped the lifeless body of the Thunder Dragon King Slayer, before noticing a blue glow in his chest. Curious, he shoved his fist into the corpse's back, and pulled out a glowing electric blue heart. "Maybe your magic could be better used," Laxus commented dryly, putting the heart in his pocket. He'd need to get a new coat anyway.


Makarov thrashed in his giant form, but the magic bindings holding him down were strong, stronger than what they should be capable of. Lifting his head, he roared "YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS ATROCITY!"

A sinister laughter came from above and the sound of feet walking on water, a feat he only knew one Water Master capable of, he looked up to see the sight before him that filled him with horror. Dressed in his Wizard Saint robes, a tall man with dark blue hair and cerulean eyes, stood before him. This was Jakob Higgs, the Seventh Wizard Saint.

"How does the water feel, Maka, old pal? Feel refreshed?" The man taunted as he walked forward.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS TREACHERY!"

"No treachery, I am simply showing the world that you're nothing but an old has-been. I, the secret leader of Caelum, have prepared for this day for a long time. To finally prove that I have surpassed the great Makarov Dreyar. It's high time," A great hand of water snatched Makarov by his hair and forced him to look Jakob in the eye.

"You die,"


All across Magnolia, the canals shot up like geysers, the water churning and forming a watery dragon avatar. And atop the water dragon avatar, a trident made of water in hand, was Harry Potter. His eyes were a slitted cerulean green and his veins a pulsating sea green.

He slashed the trident through the air, and water crashed against the city, a crashing tide. Mages of Caelum fell while those of Fairy Tail felt rejuvenated and refreshed. He opened his mouth and an ear-splitting roar pierced the air, shredding eardrums and making the enemy bleed from their mouths, eyes, noses, and ears.

His water dragon avatar moved with him, crushing the enemy underfoot and drowning them in crushing tons of water. He made his way across the city, eyes eerily focused on the shoreline where Makarov was thrashing in the waters binding him, and a man stood, his stench of filthy water filling his nostrils.

An explosion rocked the air as he threw his water trident at the man attempting to kill his guild master, but he leaped out of the way and they locked eyes. "So the Wind Dragon Queen failed. Pity," Jakob said calmly, before his eyes bulged as a fist drove into his stomach, twisting his flesh around its knuckles.

"Pray to your god for mercy, for I have none,"

Jakob felt one of his organs literally pop, internal bleeding beginning to break down his body. Eye catching the sudden movement, he blocked Harry's roundhouse kick with his arm and summoned poisonous water around his fist before throwing a straight punch at the boy's face.

It was caught and he felt his fist crunch in his hand. Gritting his teeth, he leaped back and with his good hand, summoned blades of water he quickly turned to ice. "Frozen Blades of Neptune!" He bellowed, sending the icy blades forward, but Harry punched them out of the air with sheer brute force.

"Strange prayer to Neptune, but you've chosen your last words,"

Harry blitzed him. Jakob's eyes widened before he smirked. "Not this time, dragon brat," The Water Master declared before his body turned into water.

A water clone!?

Suddenly the flying ships began to retreat, and the forces left were left to die. At the same time as this, Jet returned and with came an entire battalion of the Royal Army. At their lead was Arcardios.

"It seems we were not fast enough," The knight said, watching the flying ships flee "But that boy has proven once again that he is a menace. I'm glad he's on Fiore's side. Amos! What are the reports from the Northern and Western fronts?"

Amos, a brown-haired portly soldier, held two fingers to his head as a bead of sweat dripped down his face. "They're still standing, sir, but the Golden Eagle Guild Master is demanding relief. And Sir Cardian says to focus on the Northern front, he will demand relief when needed,"

Arcardios nodded, turning to give out orders, when a hand clasped his wrist. He jerked out of the person's hand only to turn and see it was Harry Potter, but before he could say a thing, he stared into the fiery emerald depths of his eyes, the scar across his face cutting deep and somehow not blinding his right eye.

"Sir, where am I needed," Harry demanded more than asked, and behind him Fairy Tail stood tired but defiant. Flanking him were Natsu Dragneel and Laxus Dreyar, and behind them the rest of Fairy Tail panned out, ready to continue the fight. Caelum had done more than declare war on Fiore.

It had declared war on Fairy Tail.

Northern Front

Miles upon miles, mages clashed with mages. Swords clashed with swords, knives and war hammers flashed under the sun, and magic blows were traded. Leading the fight was a man in golden black robes facing the infamous Gravity Mage, Bluenote.

"Gah!" The guild master of Golden Eagle cried, slammed back down to the ground, the gravity intensified, but he refused to buckle down and quit.

His boys were out there fighting for their lives, he'd be damned if he fell to Bluenote. Rising again, he pushed against the gravity, teeth clenching and back quaking, but he rose and raised his hand to shout "Gold Dust: Wave!"

A wave of golden dust rose from the earth and ensnared Bluenote, then the guild master shouted "Gold Dust: Seven Blades!" To his horror, Bluenote slammed the golden wave to the ground before he could be run through with seven blades of golden dust, and smirked.

"Is that the best you got, brother?"

"Fuck you! Gold Dust: Imperial Demise!"

Golden dust exploded everywhere, spikes rising from the earth all over, but Bluenote easily dodged. "I expected better from my own brother. But then again. You always preferred that simple little Gold Dust magic compared to truly great magic like mine, huh Greynote,"

Greynote Stinger breathed heavily, running low on Magic Power. That last attack had taken a lot out of him. But he would give his brother a piece of wisdom before he perished.

"Gravity Magic is not superior to Gold Dust Magic. It is the mage,"

"Then I guess I am the superior mage,"

"And one without allies!" A voice called from above, and both brothers looked up to see Laxus Dreyar falling from the sky, cloaked in electric yellow lightning. He slammed into Bluenote, causing an explosion of lightning with a resounding thunderclap.

Forming a crater, Laxus grabbed Bluenote by the throat, the once mighty mage stained in dirt and his own blood, glared at the Son of Dreyar with nothing short of hatred. His Magic Container was fractured, he could feel the agony reeling inside of him, but he could do nothing.

"Wait. Leave him to me, Laxus Dreyar. Let me end the stain left on my family's lineage," Greynote said softly. Looking between the two, Laxus saw the similarities and dropped Bluenote to the ground before rushing off into the fray of battle.

Stepping forward, Greynote looked down at his brother. "Any last words, dear brother of mine?"

"I'll see you in hell!"

"Gold Dust: Burial!"

With Everyone Else

The brothers swept through the battlefield, a streak of dark crimson fire and dark orange flames. Mages came at them from all around, their backs met and both brothers raised a fist- Harry left, Natsu right.

"Fire Dragon's Twin Infernos!" They roared, unleashing an explosion of flames that scorched the earth and burned through mages like fire through brush. The stench of burnt flesh polluted the air, but neither lost focus, separating to cover more distance.

Harry smashed his fist into one's face, caving it in, and leaped over them, dodging their comrade running their corpse through to get their lightning-enhanced spear through his chest. He created a blade of fire and cut them open, from their head on down their back. He rushed forward, slashing his fiery blade through mages, as if Death was given physical form.

"Ice-Make: Bazooka!" Gray shouted, launching a blast of ice at a group of enemies. Ignoring their gruesome, scattered end, he rushed forward and made a blade of ice. It was soon stained in blood as he cut down a man coming at Cana's back.

"Thanks for the save!" The lush shouted as she launched her cards into the air, turning this part of the battlefield into her personal playground.

Looking out over the Northern Front, a man in the clothes of a general, with badges of honor stamped proudly on his breast, stood on a hill. Strapped to his back was a long broadsword, made of black steel that gleamed ominously under the sun's light. Strapped to his hip was a gun holster with a revolver locked and loaded.

His snow white hair, shoulder-length and shaggy, curling at his shoulders, flowed slightly with the wind. "That's it," He muttered, watching the Dragon Slayers tear through his forces. "Show me your power,"