Title: Harry Potter and Fairy Tail

Author: Joshua

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns and created all the HP Characters and setting. Fairy Tail and all related characters were created and are owned by Hiro Mashima and is distributed by Shonen Jump Magazine. The character Azulong is based upon the mythological figure of Qing Long and Seiryu, respectivey the Chinese and Japanese Azure Dragon of the East. There is also allusions to and mention of the character as Azulongmon, from the Digimon anime series. I, of course, own nothing and stand to gain no profit from the distribution and reading of this work of fiction. This is meant to be enjoyed and is pure entertainment.

Summary: In the time when the dragons of Earthland adopted their children and trained them to be Dragon Slayers, one searched a little further afield than the rest and came across a newly orphaned Harry Potter. Years later, the Storm Dragon Slayer returns to his home world, and neither the Wizarding World of Earth nor the Magical World of Earthland are prepared for it!

Harry Potter and Fairy Tail

Prologue - A Dragon and a Baby

Azulong was the Dragon of the East. Sometimes also referred to as the Storm Dragon. And he really hated it when the King called him Zoo-Zoo! Even if he was the King of All Dragons, there was very nearly war between them the last time Azulong had been at "Court", such as it was. Most of the time, Azulong spent his time wandering the Worlds.

He particularly enjoyed the New Worlds, created by humans that were connected to several "real worlds". Of course they were all real, but the Digital Worlds, as they were called, had slightly different origins than all the Earths roaming about Creation. At least there he didn't have to worry about the other dragons horning in on his business, or making fun of him for helping out human children. That was until the edict came down that everyone was to "adopt" a human child that is. The edict really made no sense, until Azulong discovered that the King had met with all those with Future Sight just before the edict came down.

Of course when it said everyone, it meant Every One!

And so Azulong was currently searching for an orphan to adopt. That he was currently searching in one of those Alternate Earths where dragons were myths and magic was in hiding... well that was of little consequence.

Azulong paused and sniffed the skies as he continued over Europe. OK, he corrected himself, dragons were barbarian beasts contained by the Wizards of this world, but the vast majority of the world considered both dragons and magic to by pure fiction. Too bad there was no Digital World here...

And besides, the edict never said where the orphan child had to come from, only that they were adopted and brought back to the Throne World, a world of near infinite magic, to be raised as a Dragon Slayer.

The large, snake-like blue and white dragon flew through the skies, high in the atmosphere, using his power of sight and some of his abilities that came with the title of Dragon of the East to search for destiny lines and see who might be compatible with him. After all, not just any wizard could be the Storm Dragon Slayer.

It wasn't until he reached the western-most edge of his domain, in England that he finally found a child that could potentially be the one. He was young, just over a year old. And yet his magic was strong. His destiny, however, was fractured. If Azulong left him, he would be drawn into a battle of good and evil that would threaten his very soul. If Azulong took him... he would be drawn back to this world and into the same battle of good and evil, but he would be stronger and better prepared to face the threat. Looking closer at the boy's potential and the lines of destiny, the massive fanged maw beneath his blue and yellow mask turned to a frown. His blue and white silvery scales sparked with raw energy until he looked more like his "Azulongmon" persona than a true dragon. He calmed himself when he saw that he was brewing a killer storm in his anger and that alone was enough to make his decision. That he was saving a child from a lifetime of abuse and neglect just cemented it.

He calmed the storm and made himself invisible to all human detection and flew down to the area known as Little Whinging, Surrey. He only had to loop the very small town once to find what he was looking for. A small street with identical houses up and down it. And the lights along the street going out one after the other. He moved so his head was directly over the street in question and breathed as quietly as a dragon is able to. He listened with interest as the wizard and witch, identifying each other as Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall, talked about current events. He had to move slightly out of the way when the flying motorcycle and giant identified as Hagrid arrived with the chosen one. Chosen by Azulong.

The Storm Dragon of the East suppressed his growling as much as possible as he listened further and then the three magic users left much the way they had arrived. Once he was sure they were gone, he punctured the wards already in place and erased them as though they had never been. He then, gently, picked up the sleeping babe and flew up into the air, heading East as fast as he could fly. He enshrouded young Harry James Potter in a protective orb of energy and dropped all methods of hiding once he reached China. It was not easy moving between worlds, and given he now had a passenger, he would need all the energy he could use to safely traverse back to the Throne World. Especially since all the dragons of the Court would be arriving there soon.

Idly, Azulong wondered if his friend Grandine had found herself a child yet. If she had, perhaps he could introduce young Harry and they could be friends. And he had no doubt that whenever Igneel, his best friend, got around to finding his child, they too would be friends.

Gathering up the required energy, Azulong picked up speed and once he was over Kyoto, Japan the portal opened up and he and the infant Harry Potter disappeared into the eye of a storm in a flash of light.

Earthland

7 Years Later

Harry James Potter laughed and giggled as he flew literal circles around his father. They were hunting for lunch, and Harry was taking the opportunity to practice his flying skills. He loved flying, always had, for a long as he could remember, and he suspected even longer.

Catching up with his father's head, he waved at the ancient dragon's left eye, before something caught his own eye and he swooped down to gobble up a small storm cloud, sucking up the lightning first before everything else followed in short order. Once finished, he let out a loud burp, and a bit of the cloud escaped his teeth. He giggled again and then roared out as he exploded with magical power. He grinned down at his talons and ran his tongue over the fangs in his mouth and reached up to feel the scales growing over his face. He was sparking all over now and his skin had taken a slightly blue tinge, but mixed with white so it made him look more silver like at a distance. He shot up through the air faster than ever and blazed back up beside his father, who hadn't stopped and was now several hundred miles away. Harry caught up to him in under a minute, and was soon flying ahead of him in short order.

"Harry," Azulong admonished with his echoing voice, "Dragon Force is not to be used so frivolously. Though it still amazes me that one as young has attained it at all."

Harry laughed and answered, "Not to worry, Father! I only call upon this state when I truly need it. Like outracing you!" He laughed again and flew ahead even faster.

"Hah!" Azulong roared in laughter, "As if, you little punk! You're a thousand years to young to beat me in a sky race!"

Later, once both father and son had landed on solid ground and were resting, the Storm Dragon of the East was giving Harry a few pointers on his magic.

"Arashiryu no HOKO!" Harry puffed up his chest, holding both hands in front of his mouth like he was about to blow into a pipe, and then the silver blue magic circle appeared in front of him and a silver gray twister with hundred mile an hour winds blasted straight out, highlighted with blue lightning. The giant rock he was aiming at stopped the blast for all of half a second before it exploded and everything else around it was eroded away by the wind until nothing but dust and sand remained.

"Good, good, good," Azulong praised him. "Perfect balance. Excellent spin in the vortex, and you've started adding lightning. Add in a bit of ice and it will be complete."

"I know," Harry grumbled, acknowledging his failings. "Most I can manage right now is a cold wind. I just need to head up North and taste some snow storms. Then I'm sure I'll get it mastered."

"You don't have to be perfect every time Harry," Azulong assured him. "I'll love you the same either way. And sometimes not being perfect shows you something that you might have missed and can help you in ways you'd least expect it. Now, show me your Talons and then I want you running, note I said running, not flying, all the way around that mountain over there. I'll be following along. When you get back here, without stopping once, we'll see about taking a trip up North."

"Yeehah!" Harry jumped up and cheered and then brought forth his magic circle and clenched his fist as he cried out, "Arashiryu no Kagitsume!"

After Harry took off running for the mountain, Azulong let out a long sigh and looked up at the sky, specifically at the constellation that was the same on every world with dragons on it, the constellation humans call Draco. He growled, but restrained himself. He had little time. The sun was rising, and it was only a few minutes until seven in the morning. He took to the sky and opened a series of portals through different worlds simultaneously, allowing him to spend the minimum amount of time on each to get what he needed. He was going to miss Harry's birthday. But he hoped to make up for that with some really great presents. A minute before seven, he returned to the hillside and deposited the presents as well as the scroll explaining things. And then he left.

An hour later, Harry crested the hill, panting and soaked with sweat. He wasn't too worried that he couldn't see his father, the Ancient Dragon often went invisible, mostly to keep from panicking the humans. When he saw the pile of presents, he cheered and you wouldn't have guessed that this 8 year old boy, almost 9, had just run over fifty miles in under two hours from the energy he displayed at the sight of those presents.

"Awesome! Thank you Azulong-otosan!" Harry screamed to the empty air as he tore open the first package.

He went through all of them in short order. It was all useful things, as dragons were not humans and didn't believe in useless junk or toys or anything for purely enjoyment sake. The first present had been a completely new outfit. Harry had stripped right there on the hillside and happily put on his new white pants, white tank top, blue turtleneck, and blue and silver jacket that was actually adult-sized, so fell to halfway down his shins when he had it on. The rest consisted of other useful items that either Harry or Azulong had found necessary at various times over the years, but didn't have on hand at those times.

Silver, steel-towed boots that were a size too big, but Harry was sure he would grow into. A pair of prescription goggles with high strength straps. A datapad with an EverLife battery contained in a titanium-steel alloy Kevlar coated scratch-resistant case with straps just as strong as his goggles. And the mother load, a brick of C-4 plastique with primer cord and blasting caps. There are very few situations in life that can't be handled with massive amounts of explosives.

After putting everything on and away in his backpack, Harry took to the air and started taking big sniffs. After all, not much could hide from a Dragon Slayer's nose, especially not a dragon. And they often played this game, where Azulong hid, sometimes a far way away, always invisible, and Harry had to find him using nothing but his senses.

Harry stopped mid-sniff and frowned. He fell back to the ground and actually put his nose right on the ground where he knew Azulong had sat and took another long sniff. He strained his ears and listened. He heard everything around him for miles. He heard the clouds overhead. He heard the Earth spinning through space beneath him. He heard the sun shining its heat down upon him in one constant, never ending explosion of energy, natural magic in and of itself. He heard humans and animals and plants and everything else in the world. He smelled it all too.

What he could not hear, or smell, or sense at all... were dragons. Anywhere. Nearby or far, there was not a sound or a scent or the feel of any dragon at all.

And that was impossible.

"A-Azulong-otosan?" Harry called out, tears forming in his eyes.

He heard something.

"IGNEEL? IGNEEL? Where are you? Where did you go? IGNEEL?"

"GRANDINE! GRANDINE! GRANDINE!

The sound of children crying out, lost in the world all of a sudden.

Harry transitioned into Dragon Force and wasn't even aware of the gathering storm clouds over a once peaceful valley.

The true power of the storm wasn't in the effect of its presence, but in that to create one, it tied together the four primary elements of nature and magic. Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire. The spin of the Earth was mimicked by the spin of the storm. Lightning was the purest form of fire found on the planet, moving living energy, all that fire was and all that it could be all at once. Wind and water were pretty self evident in a storm. So in order to be a Storm Dragon Slayer, one had to be tied, intimately, with the four elements as well as magic. The elements of nature and magic cried out in sympathy with the children of dragons as they mourned the passing of an age. And one such child cried louder than all the rest.

In the years to come, it would be known as the Week of Storms as there was no place on the entire planet that wasn't bombarded by storms of every kind. In the North, snow and ice storms froze everything. In the desert, sand and wind storms flew with no boundary. Around the oceans, hurricanes raged. In the South, thunderstorms boomed and tore open the skies. The swamps and wetlands flooded. The mountains were slick with mudslides for days on end. In the West, tornadoes and twisters destroyed the landscape. And then, in the East, there were gentle rain showers without end. And flying all over the planet, from coast to coast, from sea to sea, a boy flew through the air, crying out for his father.

To Be Continued...