Harry Potter and the World of Fairy Tail

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Chapter 2: Feather

The moon was still shining in the sky, accompanied by countless bright stars. Makarov walked through the streets of Magnolia, hands clasped behind his back, looking at the beautiful sky. The night breeze made the hair on the sides of his head dance softly. All the inhabitants were currently inside their homes, resting after hours of work. With much patience, he approached the shores of Scilliora.

It didn't take long, and he smiled slightly at the sight of Harry's figure, sitting on the yellowish sand. He didn't say anything, he simply stood to the side, waiting for the young man to speak. He knew something had happened, as he felt the door to his house being opened. He didn't know what it was, but he decided to wait quietly. "More like an ocean than a lake," Harry commented quietly, observing the hills and mountains surrounding the huge lake that reached to the horizon. Since it was a lake, on the other side, right in front of them, there should be more land, but because of the size of the body of water, it couldn't be seen with the naked eye.

"It's even bigger than the Black Lake. I just hope there isn't a giant squid in there."

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Makarov glanced at him sideways. That was new information for him and, at the same time, curious. "You were sleeping when I went to bed. Is that why you woke up? Did you remember things?"

"Um," Harry nodded with a sad smile. "I woke up sweating, nervous. Shaking," a hand ran through his black hair as he looked at the water near his feet. "Master Makarov, does the name Hogwarts ring a bell?"

The man was silent for a moment, until he shook his head. "I'm sorry, boy."

 "No... you don't have to apologize. You've been nothing but a kind person to me. If it wasn't for you, then I wouldn't know what to do," Harry threw himself back, lying down on the sand. "I still don't remember a lot of things, I think. But I did dream. I was in that Black Lake, sailing in a small boat, just like many others. It was a magic school. A huge castle on a cliff overlooking the lake. Beautiful. Ancient...", at that instant, Harry frowned. "But, even though it should have been a good dream, the closer I got to the castle, the more scared I became."

"Maybe...", Makarov smiled a little, trying to ease Harry's nervousness. "That was brought on by your experiences. "When one talks about magical things, or when one thinks about them, one often ignores the bad things. Magic is something that looks very nice at first glance, but it can be very dangerous. Don't forget that, boy."

"Do you think there is bad magic?"

"Oh, definitely," Makarov nodded seriously. "Many like to think that it is the user who causes bad things, but that is just a perspective generated by people who have not seen much. Even if someone has good intentions, can their magic be said to be a good thing when it requires negative emotions to function? Or other people's life energy? Or lifeless bodies?"

"But I think we should not talk about such things, for now. I don't want your mood to drop any further."

"Are you always so considerate?"

"Ha, ha, ha! Not at all!" Makarov dropped his butt onto the sand. "I can be pretty harsh with my boys. Sometimes, only a good beating can make them see reason. But, I can't help it; when it comes to a child who needs help, I can't help but reach out my hand. Do you want my opinion on your problem?"

"It would help, yes. You seem like an old man with a lot of wisdom."

"Screw it!"

Harry blinked and shook his head. "Excuse me?"

"Screw it, boy! Regardless of whether or not you can recover every single one of your memories. Regardless of whether you can return from where you came from. You have to move on. Sometimes in life, one cannot control the circumstances in which one finds oneself. So, don't worry too much. If the time comes that you need to take things that way, you do. If not, why worry too much? You'll end up depressed forever."

 "Study, make friends, learn magic again. Have fun. I think that's what you need to do right now."

"But..." Harry moved his legs up and swung them down hard to push himself up and take a seat. "What if I leave people behind? What if they're waiting for me?"

"You don't know, do you? That's why I'm telling you, make the most of your time. Do things. Eventually, you'll be able to remember. And if it's like you say, you can worry more, but at that time, when you have the right details to do it."

"I don't even know how to use magic. My wand is broken."

"A wand isn't a requirement when using magic. It's just a way to help make casting easier," Makarov extended his hand. "Take my hand. You'll feel it then."

Harry hesitated for a few seconds, but moved his right hand and squeezed Makarov's left. At that very moment, he felt a warm current envelop his body. It was like being submerged in a bathtub full of hot water, but he could also feel that there was an enormous depth. The bathtub was nothing more than the beginning, something that was above a vast sea. As the seconds passed and Harry stared at his hand, he felt something new. A second current that came from the world itself; from the surrounding nature. It brushed against his skin, gently caressing, asking permission to enter.

Harry didn't know what he had done, it was something completely instinctive, but the current of the world entered his body. It passed through every part, small and large, from the outside to the deepest part of his being, constantly and non-stop joining and mixing, until something shone. In his pants pocket, a creaking sound resonated. Something trembled non-stop and broke. Quickly, he put his other hand in and felt a pile of pieces of wood. Something soft and warm clung to his fingers when he pulled his hand away.

 "Oh?" Makarov had sensed it too, and was surprised to see a radiant feather in Harry's hand. "Is that what was inside the wand? A feather?"

"Phoenix… Fawkes…" Harry smiled as the feather turned into tiny specks of light that stuck to his skin. Sparks began to emerge, followed by tongues of flame. They started at his shoulders and spread across his body. His hair swayed, dancing as it changed to a crimson red color.

"I see." Makarov smiled happily. "It's been a while since there was something like this. It seems that magic has chosen you. At least, a kind of magic." The old man pulled his hand away and stood up, examining the changes that continued to happen to Harry's body. His skin had become a bit tanned. From his elbows to his fingers, he was now covered in flames that seemed to form feathers, and his nails were sharp claws. The most striking thing, although the fire was, could not compare to the golden eyes that stood out above everything.

"Magic can choose? How is that possible?" Harry asked out loud, confused, but also in awe of what was happening. He felt strong, much more so than before.

 "There are still many mysteries surrounding magic, boy. Some people have a much greater affinity than others, for certain types of magic. It's rare to see someone who can use magic like this. And this is quite a powerful transformation magic. You said, phoenix, right? A creature of legends, on par with dragons."

"Mhmm~," Makarov ran two fingers through his mustache. "It's not a beast, nor a normal animal, much less a demon. An ancient creature, from legends and fantasy tales. Why don't we call it, Take Over: Fantasy?"

"Take Over?"

 "It's the name of that transformation magic. Users can transform their bodies and gain certain abilities and aspects. Someone who is specialized in more normal animals, might gain gills, fins, wings, claws and so on. Those who use dangerous beasts, are already more monstrous. Depending on the creatures, Take Over takes on an additional name. Remember the girl at the bar? Mira can use Take Over on demons."

"D- Demons?"

"They're quite rare to see, and with very strong abilities. Don't be fooled by her sweet smile, Mira can be quite scary." Makarov raised his hands slightly. "But never mind! This is great! You should enjoy yourself more, boy. You look too depressed! Come on, come with me, let's fight a bit. Let's learn your capabilities better."

"How do I do that?"

"Let yourself go!" Makarov shrugged. "Don't underestimate me for my size, this old man is pretty amazing, you know? I can take a lot of things. And believe me, I'm used to fire."

Harry looked at his hands. He could feel that he was able to control the flames that had taken shape. The current inside him, probably magic, was at his complete disposal. He simply needed to mobilize it; externalize it in order to launch an attack. When he tried, tongues of flame rose from his hand, spinning endlessly as a sphere of crimson flames was created. In between, there was a golden, radiant color, which felt pretty cool. It was reassuring, Harry thought. The heat continued to increase, causing his face to feel hot, but it didn't hurt. He didn't feel a hint of discomfort.

When he finally attacked, releasing the sphere forward, his eyes went wide. He thought the size would be the same, of a ball that fit perfectly in his hands. But the flames exploded and expanded, creating a flaming sphere over a meter high and a meter wide. Streams of flames were ejected backwards, creating a comet-like appearance in the sky, with a nice radiant tail.

The air seemed to become thicker due to the rising temperatures. The sand began to turn dark, with red spots in some places. Makaron smiled. "Not bad for a first try!", extending his right hand, it grew to a gigantic size, catching the ball and then throwing it towards the sea, as if it were a mere toy. A small explosion was heard before a good amount of steam rose from the surface of Lake Scilliora.

"Why don't you try something else? Harry, you can play with your magic. As long as you don't hurt the innocent, everything will be fine. I, on the other hand, can withstand it. Come on, relax a little and release everything you have."

For a moment, Harry didn't know what to do. While he was willing to keep fighting to test this new magic he had, he didn't quite understand it. It was born from the phoenix feather, he thought. And then he remembered Fawkes. That lovely, lively fantasy bird that was always near that laughing old man.

A bright spot emerged from his back, from which two flames exploded. The fire stirred as it took the form of two beautiful wings that lifted him up and allowed him to fly off towards Makarov. The old man laughed at the sight. It was surprising and fun. Watching young people grow and learn, it always was. But that fun turned into full-on laughter when he saw Harry passing by him, unable to control the speed of his movements. He crashed into the ground, face first. Sand got into his mouth, but also into his nose and a little into his eyes. "Argh!" a scream of pain echoed.

"Hahahahahaha! Boy, you can't seem to control yourself!"

"This is the first time I've flown like this! It's not a damn broom!"

"Don't worry! Don't get too mad! Come on, let's play some more!"

. . . .

 Part 2.

Harry was pouting as he wrote steadily. Right now, he was inside the guild library. It had been hours since he discovered his magic. He tried to fight Makarov, but as he said, he was just playing around. He slept for only two hours, but he didn't feel tired. In fact, he felt completely refreshed. However, his strict teacher, wouldn't let him rest.

"Levy~... can I stop? I already know how to write quite a few words."

The short girl placed her fists on her hips and frowned a little. "No," she replied sternly. "I won't let my student use such ugly handwriting. Look at that, so messy. I want each letter connected to the next to be able to differentiate itself! Don't be lazy!"

"Ugh...", Harry groaned a little. It wasn't his fault, was it? That was his handwriting. Sighing with some regret, he decided that it was best to continue practicing, improving his handwriting until his strict teacher was satisfied.

Seeing that, Levy smiled before taking a seat, leaving one of her legs over the other. Comfortable, she decided to read a little while waiting for Harry to finish his homework. A small part of him felt like he had been through something similar, but he didn't have a mental image of it. Moving his hand across the paper, he decided to do it a little slower, to make his strokes much neater.

"Levy, Harry!" a voice came from the door. It was Mirajane Strauss, the girl who tended the bar. She walked down a few steps before pointing her thumb behind her. "You should come now. Everyone is starting the welcome party for Harry. He can't just stay here, can he?!"

Levy narrowed her eyes a little. "You saved yourself," her words made Harry laugh a little before he walked quickly to climb the stairs to the first floor. However, what he never expected, was that upon reaching the main hall, he was almost buried by a mass of wizards who lifted him up before throwing and catching him, several times.

"Give him some beer!" a female voice shouted, just as a barrel flew over everyone. "We can't have a party when the protagonist of it doesn't drink!"

"That!" a thin man shouted, holding a cigarette between his lips.

"Ha, ha, ha!"

"Hey! You're supposed to be the adults! Macao! Wakaba!"

"Nonsense! "The boy needs to try some alcohol!" Prompted by the words of two somewhat irresponsible adults, someone pushed a mug of beer towards Harry's lips. Everyone laughed and cheered as the star of the party could only gulp down the amber liquid. For a moment, he wanted to push it away, but another person took his arms behind him and tilted his head back.

When the mug was left with only a little foam left inside, everyone separated to dance. The music filled with a catchy melody that urged them to move, resonated throughout the interior. Harry didn't know who the girl was who took his hand and forced him to dance, he simply went with the flow as best he could in that confused and slightly drunk moment.

Wasn't everything quiet a few moments ago? He hadn't even heard a commotion from the library, which was possible. Everything had gotten messy too quickly!

At the bar, sitting on top, Makarov drank some beer. When he saw Mirajane walking behind, he called out to her. "Hey, Mira, do you still have the book I gave you a few years ago? The one with information about Take Over."

"Huh? Yes, I do. Why?"

"Could you lend it to Harry? The boy was chosen and ended up transforming last night. I'd like him to read that, even a little."

 "Really?!" Mira was startled a little. "Nothing bad happened to him?"

"No. He seemed pretty good. He lacks control, but that's normal considering he only activated his magic a few hours ago."

The girl put her hands together and gently clapped. "That's great, master. Was it an animal? A dangerous beast?"

"A fantastic animal!" Makarov replied raising his hands above his head, almost throwing some of his beer. "A Phoenix. Isn't that amazing? We fought a bit, but I couldn't figure out what it's capable of, not completely. Its flame is different from Macao's and Natsu's."

"Hm," Mira tilted her head slightly. "Do you want me to help him a little?"

"Nah. Let the boy figure out what he can do on his own. It's better this way," Makarov looked at Harry, who looked embarrassed as he danced with someone he didn't even know. And while he wasn't dancing badly, he was showing an adorable side with his expressions.

 "Good thing Natsu isn't here. Neither is Gray," Mira took a cloth to wipe the bar a little. "That would be too much for the new guy."

"True," the Fairy Tail master agreed with a grimace on his face.

"Could you sense his magic power? If he's already capable of a full transformation, then he must be high enough."

The old man didn't answer immediately. His eyes remained fixed on Harry's figure, who was pushed by a Fairy Tail member, while they were dancing. To the boy's utter disbelief, he received a punch to the cheek. "Defend yourself, boy!" Maybe it was a totally instinctive thing, but the retaliatory punch Harry sent sent the other guy flying a few meters. Everyone screamed in surprise, until a free fight broke out.

"Pretty good, right?"

"Master... I shouldn't make him into someone unruly," Mira frowned at him and punched his back. "You don't want another Natsu!"

 "No way! That boy is completely different from Natsu! There's no way he's like him!"

The party went on and on, with fighting in some places, dancing in others, and a few overly drunk people landing on the ground before they promptly fell asleep. Harry didn't know how much time had passed until he saw the sky through one of the windows. Groaning with his head in his hands, he fell into one of the seats at the bar. "You guys are... too much," he muttered as he saw Mira stand in front of him, handing him a glass of water.

"Heh heh heh~, this is all normal in Fairy Tail. You should get used to it, Harry."

"I don't want to~," he emptied the glass before putting it down, but he was still a little dizzy. "Hm?" Suddenly, he saw a book being dragged to the other side of the table. "What is this?"

"Since we have the same type of magic, the master asked me to lend you this book. It explains certain things, so you can learn better. But please take care of it. It's important to me."

 "Can't you make a copy?"

"Ah... I hadn't thought of that!" she smiled as she took his book and hugged it. "I'll give you a copy tomorrow."

"Thank you..." Harry raised a hand, only for his head to fall and hit the bar hard. Snores came from him. His sleep was so sudden, that the sound his head created startled Mira a little, who simply laughed softly before walking towards the exit. He stepped between many bodies, moving some with his foot, jumping over others, and even kicking someone who had clung to his leg.

That night, Harry didn't dream of his memories. Despite his discomfort that caused him to moan slightly in his sleep, he seemed quite peaceful. A line of saliva ran down the corner of his lip, staining his right hand. Slowly, with each passing minute, he slid to the side, until he fell to the ground, where his mouth hung open.

. . . .

 Part 3.

Fairy Tail was in an absolutely opposite mood from the one they had during the welcome party. Everyone was too quiet. No one was standing. Every member inside was sitting on a chair. Their heads were bowed, and they were drinking small sips of water, with the only exception being a brown-haired girl, who was lifting a keg of beer so she could drink more. There was no more music, and only small murmurs could be heard in the surroundings.

The curtains were closed, and only a few lights produced light inside. Once again, with the exception of the girl who had a keg of beer in her arms, everyone was affected by the hangover. Their temples were throbbing non-stop, which in turn made them clench their teeth in pain. Languid bodies, unable to move much, were scattered on the chairs. The eyes of a few, almost looked dead.

If Makarov was a bad prankster, then he would be screaming everywhere. But he just sat at the counter, reading some things from his work. To one side, Harry was eating some breakfast that had been kindly prepared for him. But his gaze was focused on the book that had been made a copy of. And as he had discovered with Levy, certain words were more complicated for him. It was only the basic words that he had been able to learn very quickly. That was why, in addition to his own hangover, he slowly read each page.

What he was slowly learning was interesting to him. Take Over is a casting-type magic, where its main concept is: incarnation of an entity. As the name indicates, the users of this magic could 'take control' of the power, or the body, in certain cases of an entity; said user could transform into it and use it to fight. It is possible to increase resistance, strength and speed. Sometimes, by adding one or more abilities, such as flying, throwing flames, breathing underwater, etc. However, for the magic to work properly, certain requirements needed to be met.

The book described four main ones, which are:

1.- In order for a magician to take control of an entity's power, it is necessary for the magic user to know said being. In this case, it is a matter of knowledge regarding: form, possible magical attributes, abilities and certain characteristics. The name and form are absolutely necessary basic requirements. The rest will not always be.

2.- In order for a magician to take control of the power and/or form of an entity, it is necessary that he touches the body of said being. Physical contact for the absorption of power. However, other types of contact can work in case a complete body is not possessed. For example, a part of the body that contains enough magic inside. As long as the first requirement exists, then with a part, control can be taken. However, the process could result in failed attempts.

3.- In order for a magician to take control of the power and/or form of an entity, it is necessary that the user's magical power is greater than said being. This is not absolute, as it has been shown that certain entities considered kind or good, will not end up taking control of the wizard's mind. However, it is expected and, above all, it is insisted that the user's magical power be greater, at least double the amount.

4.- In order for a wizard to take control of the power and/or the power of an entity, it is necessary (without taking into account the second point, with the parts of a being), to defeat said creature before being able to 'register' it and, subsequently, use Take Over.

Harry stopped after finishing that part. The image of Fawkes, the phoenix, appeared in his mind. Just one feather was enough for this magic to activate in him. He didn't remember much about the bird, but it must have been close enough to him. Or perhaps, it was an animal with a good character so that the magical power didn't take control of his mind. However, something told him that there was something else, something he wasn't taking into account. But he couldn't get to that point. Sighing, he continued his reading, bringing some bacon to his mouth.

"Boy, look at this," Makarov suddenly handed him a paper. Taking it and looking at it curiously, Harry realized it was a job. There was a description that read: Fire-type mage needed to deal with a plant infestation. Reward: 15,000 Jewels. "What do you say? Wanna go? It's an easy one that will help you out a bit."

"Are you sure? I might fail."

"No, you definitely can."

"How are you so sure about that? I might end up losing control of my magic."

"And that still wouldn't be bad, not when you take into account the destruction many of these brats cause on their missions. I've had to pay for them! Just go. You can ask Levy to accompany you, if that makes you feel safer."

"I...", Harry hesitated before nodding a little. "I suppose I can try. Besides, I don't want to depend on you forever."

"True! My money is limited! Especially because of the destruction. Did those damn kids hear?! The destruction!!"

"Argh!"

"Master, don't shout, please!"

"Old dwarf!"

Hearing everything, Harry could only laugh. It seems like his life was already beginning. He just hoped that everything would go well from now on.

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