Hush Little Child
Fairy Tale_Harry Potter
"Loke's first owner was a man of many magics, located smack-dab in the center of the Earthren world. He knows that the man's dead now and Lucy's his new owner, but sudden flashbacks began to convince Loke differently."

Disclaimer: Has Natsu kissed anyone yet? No?

This idea hit me. I wrote said idea. This idea evolved. This story is a result. I'm not sure if I should continue or not, so PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR ADVICE! None of my stores have been popular with readers in the past and I'm not sure why. So give me what you think of this!

I also want to know what pairing I should write in- or if there should be any at all, so also telling me that may help. ^^'

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Prologue

"Mage?" Loke cried out in a panicked tone as he tore through the piles of rubble. "MAGE?"

Once upon a time, a grand castle had stood in the very place Loke was searching now. It had been full of magic and all sorts of people, constantly abuzz with excitement and cheer.

The castle was run by a woman named McGonagall, who was stern in her teaching and her beliefs. She had been growing old though, and was looking for a successor to take her position as head master, so she had contacted Loke's master in hopes that he would accept.

His master had stared at the wax-sealed envelope and had struck up a debate with Loke is he should go or not. It wasn't exactly a debate, per say, but Loke trying to convince his master that he didn't know this person.

"She was one of my teachers." his master had simply replied.

Loke didn't know much about the "Harry" portion of his master's life and he didn't exactly want to know either. From what he had gathered, his master had not lived a pleasant life before he had become a mage.

A mage was a very different thing from a wizard, but the concepts that separated them got very confusing very fast. The easiest way to divide the two was to remember that a mage didn't use a wand, though they might use magical items, and that a wizard relied on a wand. Mages were also diverse in the types of magic they used; wizards only had light and dark magic, with a grey magic if you counted some of the spell that bordered both dark and light.

"WHERE ARE YOU!" Loke shouted as he sprinted towards the closest pile of rocks. 'Please let Mage be under this one,' he mentally pleaded with the gods.

Loke's tinted glasses crashed to the ground as he stumbled across a rock in exhaustion. Creating his own gate was difficult under the circumstances and was quickly wearing him down; he had been seriously injured the last time his master had called him out, and his master couldn't sustain a gate for him.

Loke trembled one last time and fell to the ground, turning into a golden key, imprinted with a red zodiac sign.

'Mage…'

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Fifty Years Later

Loke sat at the bar counter, taking another sip of the beer that Mira supplied him with. He sighed and stared at the wood grain of the counter itself, mentally charting the path of the grains.

Mage taught him to do that.

The sudden thought struck him out of the blue, yanking him into memories that he had tried to submerse under more recent moments.

"Loke," his master said calmly. He was a tall man, consisting of a head of black hair, piercing green eyes, a muscular build, and the quickest reflexes any man had ever seen. "Why are you just sitting there?"

Loke's master often treated the spirit as an actual person, respecting him and giving him whatever he desired. Because of this equality that his master-"Call me Mage; it seems better- don't you agree?"- had endowed upon Loke, he was often let of his key to romp about freely.

Not that he did any romping. He was too manly to romp. It was more of a "stay close to Mage" than a romp anyhow.

They had just cleaned up another quest, taking down some nasty little demons all the way in Desierto. Loke had detested how the sand got in his hair, staining his golden spike with fleck of brown.

Mage's black crow's nest seemed to be hardly affected. Loke was envious of the epitome of perfect it was all the time; he'd willingly admit it.

"Because." Loke stated, as if it answered everything.

"At least observe the table," Loke's master said, downing another glass of beer.

His master was always to be found with some sort of spirit in his hands, whether the alcoholic or celestial type.

Loke looked at his master in confusion. "Why would I do that?" He asked.

Loke's master sighed, as if the answer was obvious. "The wood grain has lines everywhere- just like magic. If you can trace where the wood grain lines are coming from, then you can track where a source of magic is coming from."

The semi-insane reasoning coming out of his master's mouth made no sense, but Loke obeyed. Looking down at the table, he was quickly drawn into chasing the trailing lines across the bar table.

Loke pulled his eyes away from the counter, downing another sip of beer while he was at it. The things that triggered memories of Mage were far and few between, as well as strange- something that he had been learning in more recent times.

Like fish.

Random, he knew, but the reason why something like fish would make him think of Mage was an utter mystery to Loke.

"Loke!" His master- no, Mage- called out. "Get over here!"

Loke panicked from his perch on the rock above, scrambling down to get to Mage. He had been fishing from the granite peak but had no success so far.

"Now!"

Loke gave up on a graceful descent and slid down the face of the rock. "What?" He asked, half in respect, half in annoyance.

"Look at this fish!" Mage held out a two-foot long carp, its scales glimmering in the early sunlight. Loke sighed.

At times, Mage could be the most childish person on Earth. A simple flower bouquet could entertain him for hours upon end and bring him endless joy. It wasn't like Loke held it against Mage though; he enjoyed it.

Loke snapped himself out of the flashback by slamming his glass down on the table and storming for the door, ignoring the protests and worried cries of Mirajane.

He couldn't be thinking about his first master now. He had a new one now that he had sworn to protect.

Mage was dead anyhow, so it didn't matter.

Didn't matter at all.