Harry Potter and the World of Fairy Tail

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Harry Potter and the World of Fairy Tail Synopsis

He doesn't know what happened. In fact, he didn't know many things at the time, he just found himself waking up in a place, with his memories giving him headaches. What exactly happened? Only time could give him an answer to said mystery. For now, he can only move forward, trying to improve and live his life away from everything he tried to remember.

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Harry Potter x Fairy Tail.

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Harry Potter and the World of Fairy Tail Synopsis

He doesn't know what happened. In fact, he didn't know many things at the time, he just found himself waking up in a place, with his memories giving him headaches. What exactly happened? Only time could give him an answer to said mystery. For now, he can only move forward, trying to improve and live his life away from everything he tried to remember.

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Harry Potter x Fairy Tail.

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Chapter 1: A day full of new things... maybe?

The man grimaced. "Fine. I guess I can do that. It's not like I have more important things to do. Can you wake him up?"

"He should be able to do it himself by now," Porlyusca stood up. "Just wait a little longer," she said as she walked towards the exit of that room. "I'll be in my living room if you need anything. Don't do anything strange, Makarov."

"Who do you think I am, woman?"

"An infuriating, troublesome, perverted old man."

"Hey, hey..." Makarov dropped his head, a little depressed. Sighing a little at his old friend's behavior, he decided to walk a few steps before placing his hands on the chair and pushing himself up to sit down. His feet dangled slightly off the edge, and his butt didn't reach the end of it. His old eyes stared at the sleeping young man. His skin was white, but healthy. His black hair was rather messy, and there was a scar on his forehead that was still red, as if it had been made not too long ago.

For him, this was nothing new. He was used to dealing with young people who had lost something in life, or who didn't have much to begin with. In fact, he was surrounded by them, constantly. The way he was raised, his principles, as well as his own personality, meant that he couldn't help but help children who needed a hand, even those who could be considered criminals.

"Oh?", after a few minutes, swinging his feet while thinking, he realized that the young man was making a bit of noise. His closed eyelids moved erratically, until they slowly opened. "You've woken up. How do you feel?", Makarov's voice, surprised the boy a little, who tried to move, but ended up grimacing in pain. His head moved, looking at the place he was in, but above all, at his body covered with a sheet on the bed.

"If anything hurts, don't hesitate to say so. We have a rather competent healer around here."

"Who...?" a hoarse voice came from the young man's mouth. "Who... are you?" he asked, completely confused of his situation. "Where am I?"

"I am Makarov Dreyar, Guild Master of Fairy Tail. Tell me, boy, what is your name? It seems you have been through something quite strenuous. You fell directly on Porlyusca's head. Oh, by the way, she is the one who healed your wounds."

"Guild... Fairy Tail?" the young man frowned and stared at the ceiling, trying to recognize that name. However, when he recognized Makarov's question, he became more bewildered. He tried to find a clear answer, but it was a bit difficult. It seemed to be on the tip of his tongue, but it was impossible to pronounce. At least, completely. "Harry..." he muttered before looking at Makarov. "My name is Harry."

The old man nodded. "Harry… Good. It seems to have been difficult for you. Do you remember anything else?"

"I… not much…" he said, groaning a little as he took a seat. "I think I had people around me? I remember a rather large light, but after that…" a headache hit him, causing him to squeeze the right side of his head. "I'm sorry…"

"You don't have to," Makarov jumped a little to stand on the ground, looking up. "If you have amnesia, it's just a matter of time before you can regain all those memories. Besides, Porlyusca could help you better with that. For now, since you don't seem to have anyone or anything, why don't you come with me? That way, you won't have to worry about where to live."

"I... I don't know..." Harry looked at him in embarrassment. He didn't know what to do. But his mind told him that he didn't want to be a bother. "Can I really? Wouldn't it be troublesome for you?"

"Not at all," Makarov chuckled softly. "Trust me, lad, you're one of the calmest I've ever met. But, before that, let me ask you a few questions. After all, it's important to know what you remember, and what you don't."

"Do you know how to do basic things? I mean, like going to the bathroom."

"Yes..."

"Does the Kingdom of Fiore ring a bell?"

"Um... no..."

"And magic?"

"Magic?" Harry blinked before lowering his head slightly. Makarov didn't rush him, he simply waited patiently. "Yes, I think. Did he have a wand? I think I also remember a man, a very tall and broad one, saying he was a wizard. But..." he stopped as he hissed in pain. His head was constantly throbbing, as if his heart was inside his skull.

"It's okay, you don't have to try too hard, not if it causes you pain. We'll go, little by little, in the future. Now, the most important thing, is that you can rest to fully recover. I'll call Porlyusca to examine you some more."

. . . .

Part 2.

"And don't come back!"

Looking at the bag that had been thrown at him, Harry felt bewildered, even more so than he already was due to his situation. He had been thrown out of the house he was in. He had been thrown out with Makarov, who had actually been lifted by the collar of his coat and thrown outside like some sort of doll.

"Is this okay? I thought he would examine me."

"If she's taken us out of her house, that means she's already done it," Makarov gently patted the dust off his clothes. Then, he looked up. "Why don't you check what you have there?"

Looking at the bag, he opened the top. Inside, it contained several types of bottles with liquid and also others with pills. But the only thing he took out, was a note that had all the instructions to take what, clearly, is medicine. "Oh..." he murmured with a small smile. "She seems nice, even if she doesn't want to show it."

"Right! That's Porlyusca," Makarov smiled as he walked forward. "Come on. Don't go too far. While this part of the forest isn't dangerous, you still don't know the way."

Harry walked a couple of steps behind Makarov, clutching the bag in his arms. Every step he took, he seemed overly cautious, as if he was waiting for dangers to suddenly appear from the shadows of the trees or from between the bushes. Still, his eyes seemed to show a certain glint of curiosity.

"Do you like the forest?"

"It's rather... pretty," Harry smiled, but then showed some sadness and bewilderment intermingling in his expression. "Though... I don't know if I've been here before. Maybe I've been in a similar forest? It feels... nostalgic?"

Makarov could tell that Harry didn't like his situation. From the fact that he looked ready to fight, to his expressions. But it was completely understandable. Who liked to live full of unknowns? The boy didn't even seem to remember his full name. As they walked, they had to jump over the rocks of a stream, climb a bit of uneven ground, and then circle around a bit, until they reached the gates of a nice town.

The stone paths were clean, with buildings: houses, businesses, and so on, also made of stone, most of them. The roofs were colorful, which generated a certain individuality between each place. What caught Harry's attention were the water paths that divided the street they passed through, joined by bridges that weren't very large, perhaps about four or five meters long.

"This is Magnolia," Makarov informed him with a small smile. "In the center, there's the Kardia Cathedral. It's quite a notable point, so if you get lost in the future, you can have it as a reference. In the north, that's where we need to go. To the guild building, near the shores of Lake Sciliora."

Harry nodded slightly. "It looks nice," he muttered loud enough for Makarov to hear. But in his heart, he felt a bit uneasy. He didn't know why; he couldn't understand it. Despite how beautiful the city was and that sense of peace it generated, something told him that this was impossible for him to maintain. That, in turn, made him feel sad and angry at the same time.

Moving north, Harry realized that Makarov was quite well-known. Many greeted him cordially, both young and old people, even old people who looked older than him. They all seemed to have a certain level of respect for him.

After several minutes of walking and getting to know the city a little, they arrived near the shores of the lake. The guild building wasn't too big, but it couldn't be described as small either. It seemed to have a total of three floors, but each one smaller than the last. The doors were rather large, red in color, with a large sign on top that read: FAIRY TAIL.

"Are you good at dodging?" Makarov looked at him with something akin to embarrassment. "Uh... nevermind, I don't think you remember anything like that. Anyway, don't let the brats catch you with their stuff." Harry didn't understand that, until he opened the doors, where an impressive amount of noise flooded his ears. Screams of amusement, but also some insults mixed in. Music and footsteps everywhere. Everyone ignored him as they came to a bar, which was being tended by a pretty silver-haired girl.

"Hey, Mira, can you give me the mark?"

"Master..." Mira smiled at him, putting aside the beer mug she was cleaning. "I thought he went with Lady Porlyusca, but he came back with a new member."

"Don't worry too much. The boy doesn't remember many things," Makarov looked at her with a bit of seriousness. "I'll put our mark on him, and then I'll take him to my office to explain some things to him. By the way, do you know if Erza has returned?"

"She hasn't. Neither has Natsu. She ran off when Krov told her something about Igneel, although I think it's totally false."

Makarov nodded at that, taking what looked like a seal of some sort into his right hand. "Come here, Harry. Since you're now going to be a member of Fairy Tail, you need to have the mark somewhere. Where do you prefer it?"

"Mark?"

"It's like a tattoo. Ah... a drawing on your skin."

Harry nodded before thinking for a bit. In the end, he simply shrugged as he rolled up the sleeve on his right arm a bit, showing the front of his wrist. Makarov planted the seal, which released a faint glow, only for him to realize something. "What color?"

"Ah?"

"What color would you like the guild mark to be?"

"Red," was his reply, which came almost instinctively. The white glow coming from the edges of the seal changed to red. A second later, when Makarov lifted it, Harry touched the mark in curiosity. There wasn't a single raised mark. It really was as if it had been painted on his skin.

"Well, welcome to Fairy Tail, boy."

"Thank you? I still don't quite understand, but yes, thank you for helping me, Mister Makarov."

"You can call me Master, if you want. Or also, Grandpa. Many do around here."

"I understand," Harry smiled a little before he moved on, following the old man who nodded for him to do so. Mira, who stood in her position, a little curious, watched them go before she shrugged.

"Should I tell the others?" she wondered. "I think a party would be great."

The two of them went up to the third floor, where there were only about three rooms, from what they could tell by the number of doors.

"There are a lot of things I have to show you," Makarov commented as he took a seat behind his desk. His office wasn't too big. It wasn't fancy. Just a room with a desk, a couple of shelves full of books, and papers on top of his table. It was right in front of a couple of windows that looked outside, into a small courtyard. You could see the lake from there, which was pretty cool. "Ah, yes, but before that. Don't go to the second floor."

"Even though I passed by there?"

"Special occasion," Makarov smiled. "I guess it's better to explain. A guild, more specifically, a magic guild, is a place where mages gather to do jobs. Each job has its own rank, depending on the difficulty. The second floor has the most dangerous jobs, and only mages of Rank S or higher can go up."

"So… if I do a job, do I get paid?"

"Yes. Exactly. Each job has its own remuneration. In most cases, all of that money will go to you. In others, a small portion will go to the guild. But those jobs are a bit more special, don't worry. For now, I'd like you to learn a bit more. Or remember."

"Because in order to do wizard jobs, you also need to understand the laws better, as well as the importance of the Magic Council," Makarov sighed a little as he thought he would need to explain a lot of things. "By the way, I have this," he said, taking out the wand he had kept in his coat. "Porlyusca found it on your body. It's a magic wand, so you should already know some magic. The problem is..."

"I don't remember," Harry grimaced. Reaching out, he took the wand, examining the cracks. "Does it look like it doesn't work? It looks broken."

"True. You could learn magic, again. There are plenty of books in the library. You can come in whenever you want."

"I think I will," he said with a smile, but then paused. "Uh... I don't know if I could read though."

"We can check it out immediately," the old man took one of the documents on his desk and handed it to Harry. "Do you understand any of that?"

Seeing the letters, Harry pursed his lips. "No not at all".

"Well... At least, that's good to know," Makarov nodded seriously. "I think I have an idea. I know someone who's pretty good at teaching, but above all, great with books. Doesn't it bother you to have someone your age teaching you?"

"Not at all, I have a friend who... Oh..."

"Good! It seems you're already starting to remember things," Makarov jumped a little in his seat, happy to see such rapid progress. "As expected of Porlyusca. It seems she's already started to treat that problem. You should follow her instructions on the medicine to the letter. Surely, before long, you'll be able to return to normal."

"I hope so," Harry smiled, feeling something warm as he remembered that he had a friend. She didn't have a name or a face, but that brought some happiness to him.

. . . .

Part 3.

Levy McGarden, a short, slender teenager with strange blue hair, smiled as she watched her student looking around. She was wearing glasses that allowed her to read much faster, thus speeding up her learning. "You seem to like them," she commented with a small laugh.

"Yeah. I think I wore some before too. Glasses, I mean. Maybe Mrs. Porlyusca fixed my eyes? Now that I have these on, it feels like a small weight has come back to me, if that makes any sense."

"Oh, it does. A lot, actually. Sometimes when I spend too much time reading and take them off, I feel like I need them back. In fact, I have a friend who sometimes forgets she has her glasses on."

Harry nodded before looking at the many books on one of the library tables. "I hope it's not a bother to you."

"Don't worry!" Levy gently slammed her fist into her chest. "I like books. Plus, the teacher told me I could consider it a job, so I'll get paid at the end."

"By the way, how fast can I read with these?"

Levy smiled as she placed a hand on her waist. "They have an 18x lacrima, so eighteen times faster. Great, right?"

"Definitely!" Harry felt surprised. He was now much more confident in learning the language. "How should I start?"

"With this one," taking a seat, Levy picked up a book. It was thin, with a rather lively and colorful cover. "Sometimes, children's books are very useful. It contains a complete alphabet, as well as examples where each letter is used. I've prepared a few questions for each book, so read it first. If you have any doubts, don't shy away from asking a question, okay?"

"I understand. Once again, thank you for this. You're a lifesaver."

She felt happy hearing that. And as Harry began to read 18 times faster, she thought for a bit. From what she could see, the new member of the guild seemed to be someone nice. Taking into account his appearance, she considered him to be someone handsome. But she didn't feel like someone arrogant or proud about it. In fact, he looked a little adorable with that serious expression on his face, as he read. Maybe it's because he didn't remember things?, she thought. He felt, a bit, like a real child, like one who was just on his first day of school.

Levy didn't know where he came from or what happened, but she didn't care too much either. From experience, she knew that many of the members in the guild had quite troubled pasts. Some, even dangerous. But they were here, within society, doing good things, or at least, trying. Whether it was because of admiration from older members or because of Makarov's push, they all wanted to try to be their best versions of themselves.

That's why, right now, Levy didn't feel worried. As long as this boy wants to try and move on, even if he never remembered his past, he knew he would have plenty of support around him. People who wouldn't let him go down the wrong path. Possible friends who would watch his back or beat him to reason. That's Fairy Tail. It has been for years.

"I think I get it."

"Yes?"

"Um," Harry looked at her and nodded. "Maybe the letters were the same, but used in a different order? Or maybe, similar."

"Are you talking about what you knew before your amnesia? It's possible. Many of today's languages bear similarities. In fact, even ancient ones bear similarities to one another. But be careful, perhaps writing it is one thing, but pronouncing it is another. I don't think so, though, in this case," Levy blinked and her mouth hung a little open. "Wait, if you speak a different language, how come I can understand you? Uh, I can speak several languages, but right now..."

"Ah... that's right, why?" Harry remained equally confused.

"You really can't read?"

Harry frowned. "Master Makarov showed me one of his papers. I couldn't understand it. But this book...", increasingly confused, Harry looked at the children's book. "Do you think it has to do with magic? Or my memories? I mean, I was clearly able to read it, even though I couldn't with the document before."

"Maybe that document awakened a part of your memories. Language is a pretty normal thing for people. Something that is used every day, and it will only become a problem when you are in another country with a different way of speaking. It's possible that you were able to unconsciously regain your ability to read, without even realizing it," Levy rubbed her forehead. "Apologies, I gave you a book without taking these things into account."

"Oh, come on, don't say that. It's enough that you want to help me."

"True. But it's still a mistake," Levy shook her head. "Anyway, let's move on a bit further. Let's try spelling some words first. Animals, for example, which already appear in that book. First, eagle."

"Yes," Harry nodded as he began his little test.

 

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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.

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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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Chapter 3: First Job

As he sat inside one of the many train cars, Harry glanced at Levy, who was sitting right in front of him, opening a basket of sandwiches. "Is Kunugi big?" They were heading exactly to that place. Makarov had given them more information related to the job: the client was a forty-two-year-old man named William, who had a farm near Kunugi. The problem was that some plants considered to be weeds were beginning to grow on his farms, causing many vegetables to die in the process.

"Not at all," Levy told him, taking out a sandwich to give to Harry. "Between Onibus, Kunugi, and Oshibana, it's the smallest place on the route. In fact, it's more of a village than a town. The station only has about three houses that serve as stops."

"Why do you think this man needs magical help?" Harry asked curiously. While fire seemed to be somewhat effective against the vegetation, it seemed like too drastic a solution. That's what she thinks. "Aren't there other things that could solve the problem?"

"True," Levy nodded before licking her thumb, which ended up with some mayonnaise. "But I think you're missing something, Harry. Or rather, you have a misunderstanding. The wizard guilds do receive a lot of jobs, where spells are necessary. But that doesn't mean that we don't receive normal jobs. The three places I mentioned to you, don't have guilds of any kind in their vicinity. That's why Magnolia, and therefore Fairy Tail, receives a lot of types of jobs."

"In the future, when you look for a job on the wall, maybe you'll find a mother who needs her baby taken care of. Or a restaurant that needs a waiter." Levy took a bite of her sandwich before swallowing and continuing. "As for the job you received, our client has probably already tried using normal methods to get rid of his problem. After all, we're talking about a farmer. Wouldn't it be normal for him to know how to deal with this kind of plant invasion?"

"Ah... you're right," Harry felt a little foolish, but thankful to have someone like Levy around. She explained things very well. As they ate and chatted a bit, the sound of the train passing by the tracks at high speed was causing him to fall asleep. He didn't know how long the trip would take, but he simply drifted off a little before crossing his arms and closing his eyes.

Just like the first night, he dreamed. He was on a train, a different one than the one he had gotten on. The landscape outside, in fact, was completely different. Instead of large expanses of light-hued brown land, he was looking at green hills and vast plains. The sky was completely cloudy, but rays of sunlight were passing through.

"Hey, Harry, don't you want that?" Before he could react properly, he saw a hand squeezing a chocolate frog that had been on his lap. Blinking, he stared at a red-haired boy who did nothing to silence the noise of chewing the poor frog. "Why are you looking at me like that? You didn't want it! Besides, you have money to buy another one."

"Ronald!" Next to him, a girl with brown hair admonished the red-haired boy. She then looked at him with a frown. "Harry, you should tell him something. Even if we're friends, it's not okay to take food away."

"Who...?" Harry immediately felt a headache. He began to slowly wake up, but before he came back to reality, he could see a streak of red appear in front of him. Startled, he almost fell out of his seat. "Uh..."

"What happened to you?" Levy looked at him, clearly puzzled. "Bad dream?"

"Um... I don't know if I should consider it good or bad. I think it was my memories?"

"Oh..." Levy nodded, a little worried. "If I may ask, what was it about?"

"I was on a train, traveling with two people. I think they were friends, from what they said. Ron, one was called. The other person, was a girl," Harry sighed a little before sitting up in a better position and looked out the window. "How long was I asleep?"

"Half an hour."

"That long? It felt like a couple of minutes."

"We're almost there," Levy looked outside as well. They were passing through a path between two rock walls. It looked like someone had created this part, as the walls were too clean and smooth for it to be something natural. Considering that there was a train track, then it wasn't strange. Harry thought, looking at the trees that could be seen on top. Soon, he could see a small hut on its side. And on the other, there were two houses, one bigger than the other. It didn't have doors. Inside, some people were waiting, while a man in a blue uniform was shaking a bell.

"Come on. We have to get off here."

"Okay," Harry stood up, walking down the middle of the carriage, until Levy opened the door, where they got off with a small jump. The platform seemed half a meter above the ground, so they had to go down a ladder before walking on the side of the tracks, until they reached a path that ascended along the part of the wall. Above, other than a bit of forest, there didn't seem to be anything else.

Levy didn't hesitate one bit in her walk. "Kunugi is a little further ahead, behind this small forest." Harry simply drank in the scenery as he walked forward. He felt a little strange doing all this. After having seen those two people his age, he felt like he was doing something wrong. He didn't understand! And that made his mood a little worse. Why would he be doing something wrong? He was trying to live his life while regaining his memory. If they were really his friends, then they would understand.

Sighing a little, he looked ahead, only to be shocked. "What the hell?!" he shouted in shock, while Levy had her mouth open. The village didn't seem to have more than about twenty houses, with a vertical path in the middle, and a few horizontal ones, dividing the whole place. The problem, was that there were an uncountable amount of some kind of vines. Or so it looked from his position. The paths, the fences surrounding each house's land, even the buildings themselves, were being surrounded by these green things that gathered and intertwined to look like a mass of green.

"Okay, this is definitely not normal," Levy frowned a little, walking with longer and faster steps. Harry immediately followed her, until they reached the main path. There was no one outside, at least in the first homes.

"Excuse me!" the blue-haired girl ran a little when she saw a woman sweeping inside her land. "Excuse me, we are from Fairy Tail! We have come for the work that Mr. William asked us to do."

The woman, with blonde hair and a slightly grumpy face, became much less tense when she saw him. "Fairy Tail... That's wonderful! Thank you for coming. Ever since that stubborn man brought that plant, we've only had trouble. You can find the idiot at the end of the village! There's the farm."

"Good. Thank you very much."

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Part 2.

William is a man in his forties, wearing blue jeans, a plaid shirt, and a straw hat. The two wizards arrived just in time to see him use a sickle to cut down the climbing plants that were crowding the side of his barn. "As you can see, it's grown too tall! I thought I could bring in more income for the village, but…" his expression turned into something akin to embarrassment. "I thought I could deal with this, but for some reason, this was the result."

Levy plucked a leaf from the plants and blinked. "You… you wanted to use the Kudzu to produce food?"

"Yes. Girl, you know things, apparently…"

"Kudzu?" Harry asked, confused.

"It's a type of vine. Its roots contain starch, which can be used to make certain foods. Actually, even without producing said foods, the roots sell quite well," Levy dropped the leaf as she rubbed her index finger with her thumb. "But this isn't Kudzu. Mr. William, it seems you've been scammed."

"What?!"

"The leaf is similar, but…", Levy squatted down as she grabbed a handful of the vines before pulling. "There are no pods around here, which is what you usually see in Kudzu. I can't see any flowers that have bloomed nearby either. Uh, I'm sorry to say this, but this thing is nothing more than a common mageia vine. Basically, they grow non-stop as long as they have a sufficient amount of Ethernano nearby."

"It can't be…", William frowned as he looked at the vines. "Are you completely sure?"

"Yes," Levy stood up as she said. "In fact, you can sue whoever sold you the seeds. Because of their rapid growth and spread, as well as the negative effects on different ecosystems, cultivation has been banned by the Magic Council and the Kingdom of Fiore. Many also remove them when they see them in the wild."

"Damn it! I'll sue that idiot for sure!" William was angry enough for his face to turn a little red. "Can you guys deal with this?"

"Fortunately," Levy smiled with some pride. "You were right to ask for mages who use fire magic. It's the best way to remove them. Though... I think we should remove them from houses. We don't want to burn down homes, do we?"

"I'll help you, lass!" William raised his sickle.

"We will too. Would you have any more tools?"

"Of course. Come with me."

As they went to get the tools, Harry stared at Levy with a smile. "W-What's wrong?" she glanced at him. "You haven't stopped staring at me."

"No... I was just impressed. You know a lot of things, Levy. You're great."

"O-Oh," she moved slightly to the side. "Thanks, I guess? Anyway, let's get to work! We've got a lot to do!" Hiding her shyness, she shouted as she raised her fists. Using rakes to pull at the buildup of vines and sickles to cut them, they slowly peeled her off the barn.

"Why aren't you burning?"

"I could, but I want to see your magic. I've been curious. Can you?"

"My magic..." she pursed her lips, trying to hide her smile, but in the end she puffed out her chest a little and moved her index finger through the air, writing. "Solid Script: Fire." She spoke, causing the word to take form and ignite before being thrown into the vines. "What I write, can take shape and properties.

"What do you think? Cool, right?"

"Yes. And extremely versatile," Harry smiled before his right hand went through a transformation. Tongues of flame into feather shapes, golden claws, and a fireball igniting before being thrown out to burn away William's problem and the rest of the village.

As they continued with the work, they climbed up onto the roof, throwing the cut to the ground. Flames built up, but were constantly being controlled. However, layers of smoke rose into the sky. Worse, it had a foul smell.

"Harry, I'll take care of dispelling the smoke. Can you take care of incinerating everything?"

"Of course. Do your thing."

Just like that, in a matter of half an hour, they finished with the barn. Now only the rest of the village remained. At least, some people decided to help remove the things from their house and leave them in their yards, to speed up the process. While Harry burned everything, Levy used her magic to disperse the smoke into the sky. Gusts of wind and a bit of splashing water to remove all of that, as well as a floral scent to absolutely destroy all of the bad smell caused.

After about three hours, Harry was sweating a little from all the moving around. "Mr. William, if you want to buy Kudzu, you better take a trip to Magnolia. Or better yet, to Crocus. The capital has a lot of good seeds for your farm."

"I will! I still want to improve the village, lass," scratching his head a bit, William handed over the money. "Here. Thank you very much for everything. If it weren't for you, then I wouldn't know what to do. Seriously."

Harry nodded before dividing the 15,000 Jewels. "Here, Levy. Your share."

"Uh... really? I was just thinking about helping you with your first job, I wasn't in it for the money."

"Hey, you were saying smart and cool things a few hours ago. Why are you talking nonsense now?" Harry smiled, but received a kick to his ankle. Laughing, he handed over the bills before bidding William farewell.

They both walked while raising their hands, saying goodbye to a few people. "Now that I have a little money, I should think about looking for places to live."

"Fifteen thousand won't be enough for you."

"I figured as much, but knowing the prices isn't a bad idea. Do you know of any places?"

"That depends on how big you want the place to be and the amenities," Levy shrugged. "Would you like some advice? Build your own house, or hire people who know how to do it. Fairy Tail has a female dorm, which cuts down on our expenses, but I still think it's better to spend the money to build a house. It's better for the future."

"There isn't one for men?"

"There was. It was destroyed. By fighting."

"Ah..."

"Exactly."

"And how much would a piece of land for a house cost?" Harry frowned. "Enough for a small garden," he commented at last, remembering flowers and his own hands, delicately tending them.

"That depends too," Levy laughed a little. "Magnolia is a city, so it has a mayor. Don't talk to him. He's not a bad person, but he's a bit greedy. You could also go further into the forest. You wouldn't have to pay for the land, but it might be a bit dangerous. And also further away."

"Hey, hey... if I can't talk to the mayor, who can I talk to?"

"The Governor of the region," Levy replied. "You should tell the master about your idea of having a house, or a place to live. He'll probably be able to help you better than I can."

"Better? Yes, I think so. But, Levy, you've been very helpful too."

"Don't praise me too much, you won't get anywhere, Harry."

"Not even less homework?"

"Less something like that!"

"Ha, ha, ha!", laughing, Harry walked towards Kunugi Station, feeling like he was a bit better. Happier than yesterday. More relaxed and, above all, eager to move forward. He still knew that he needed to remember many things. The medicines were taking effect, so it was only a matter of time.

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Part 3.

"Man!" someone shouted as he placed his hand on one of Harry's shoulders. "I heard from my sister that you're a Take Over user. Do you want to train a little? A man has to train constantly to be strong!"

As it had been these past two days, Harry felt puzzled. He hadn't seen this person, but taking into account the hair, as well as the mention of a sister, then... "Are you Mirajane's brother? Nice to meet you."

"Yes! Let's go train a little."

Harry was silent, until he nodded. Anyway, he had already finished reporting the end of his work, where there were no problems. Training was necessary, especially when he needed to carry out more complicated missions, where he would probably have to fight. He wanted money. He needed such a thing in order to live moderately comfortably.

When they came out to the back, which eventually led to the sands of Lake Scilliora, they began to fight.

"I'll start," Elfman smiled, excited. His right arm glowed for an instant, only to transform into that of a beast. It was twice as large, with sharp claws and red scales. "Beast Arm: Scaled Bull!" Announcing his change, he ran at full speed, throwing a strong punch.

Harry was a little surprised at the speed. It was the first time, as far as he could remember, that he had seen a human move in such a way. And it was even more impressive considering Elfman Strauss' size, which was almost two meters tall. He was also broad, with strong muscles all over his body.

The magic he used, Take Over, was clearly of the beast type; creatures that were considered more dangerous than more normal animals. Of course, this did not mean that he could not transform parts of his body into certain animals that were a little more normal than a scaled bull. For example, a bear.

Anyway, when Harry saw that the fist was already near his nose, he immediately stepped back and punched upwards, at the same time transforming his right arm. Crimson flames with golden hues appeared as it impacted on his opponent's forearm. "Oh!" Elfman yelled a bit surprised. Taking a step back, he nodded with a smile. "It's cool, man. I've never seen a Take Over like that before, not since my sister."

"Thanks..." Harry nodded before asking. "Can you... fully transform?"

At the question, Elfman froze a bit before scratching the back of his head. "No..." he said before sighing. "I have a hard time doing it. That's why I train my body a lot too. Hey, do you want to go out with me? Every morning, I run around Magnolia."

"Sure," Harry smiled, gladly accepting the kind invitation. "Shall we continue with this? I'd also like to learn how to better control my partial transformation."

"That's the way to say it! Come on, man!"

As they used their fists and legs to beat each other up, Mirajane was watching from near the door. More than a concern for the injuries they might cause, she was very curious about Harry's Take Over magic. "Master...", beside her, Makarov was also watching, drinking some beer. "What kind of factor do you think Harry has?"

"Hm?"

"I mean, if his transformations are fantasy creatures, what factor has he obtained? He must have one. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to transform."

"That's something I've wondered about as well. It's interesting, but I haven't come up with an answer. Since I've named his Take Over type, Fantasy... Shall we call it that, for now? Fantasy Factor. Sounds nice."

"Cute... And oddly suitable for a fairy!"

"Right?!" Makarov nodded forcefully.

Mirajane placed a hand on her cheeks as she closed her eyes and sighed a little. "Although... I feel a little worried, master. While I can sense that Harry has a good amount of magic power, he won't have any trouble with animals or many beasts. But he..."

"Are you afraid that he'll try to fight something too powerful?"

"Yes. But, more than that, won't it be nearly impossible for him to find those fantastical entities? Dragons might still exist, from what Natsu has told us. But, a phoenix? The feather he had, helped him, but I don't think there are any more of those creatures, right? How will he be able to find other things to transform into?"

Makarov fell silent before he let out a small sigh. "Look, can you keep a secret?"

"Depends, is it too dangerous?"

"No... it's not."

"Then, I can do it," she nodded seriously.

Makarov lowered his head slightly, but his eyes pointed at Harry's figure, who had jumped back with the help of his wings. "When Porlyusca called me a few days ago to inform me that she had Harry, she explained a few things to me. One of them was that he had two things inside his body."

"Two things?"

"It seems that they had been constantly fusing with his blood. One was something that was constantly healing him, but the other was an extremely dangerous poison. If it weren't for the first, that boy would have been dead a long time ago. I can't even understand how it's not causing him pain."

"Uh... Master, while that is worrying, I don't understand why you're telling me."

Pursing his lips slightly, Makarov said. "In legends, a phoenix is able to heal wounds. Some writings say that they did so through their flames. Others said it was through their tears. Harry has a phoenix feather, from what he said. What if that's in his blood, it's phoenix tears? It could explain why he was able to access this kind of magic that he can now use."

Mirajane blinked before opening her mouth, but closed it immediately. With a slightly strange look, she thought carefully before speaking. "You mean... could he have a second transformation? A creature that injected him with that poison?"

"It's possible, yes," Makarov looked with some sadness. "But I don't want to rush him. Can you imagine, Mira? He only looks to be about fifteen or sixteen, but if he's encountered two legendary creatures, what kinds of dangers has he been through? Part of me wants him to remember everything, so he'll feel complete. But the other... well... I just want him to never remember, in case most of it is bad memories. Wouldn't that be better?"

"Master, you're always so kind..." Mirajane smiled fondly, almost like a daughter talking to her grandfather, but then she smiled with mischief written all over her face. "But, I wonder, can Harry eat fire to recover? Sounds like an experiment!"

Makarov smiled the same way as he raised his finger and shot out a huge flame. "Hey, brat, catch it!" he shouted, scaring the two training men, who hadn't noticed the audience they had.

"Huh?!" Elfman shouted in surprise, but Harry didn't even get the chance as he was thrown five meters to the side. Mira and Makarov began to sweat buckets as they saw that Harry wasn't getting up.

He definitely couldn't eat fire.

"Shit!" But suddenly, he jumped up. His eyes were wide open, watching as his crimson flames were absorbing the ones that stuck to his body. Slowly, they changed color before they flared up even more. "Oh? I feel a little bit stronger."

"Master, I'll tell Mrs. Porlyusca that he attacked her patient."

"What?! But you..."

"Who attacked him?" Mirajane, mercilessly, was throwing the old man into the clutches of a woman worse than a demon.

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Chapter 4: Small

"Argh!" a scream came from Harry's mouth. His forehead was covered in sweat, as was his back. He had been so shaken that he sat up suddenly on the bed, examining his surroundings with some fear. "Damn..." he whispered, covering his face and lowering his head. "That felt so real...".

It had been a terrifying voice, cries of mercy, cries and a green light that exploded around him, enveloping everything visible. When he was able to calm down, after a few minutes of thinking, he looked outside, right through the bedroom window. The sun seemed to be starting to rise, so it was quite early. Throwing the duvet aside, he got out of bed, going to the bathroom, to wash his face, his teeth and clear his head a bit.

When he returned, more awake, he changed his clothes. He didn't have much. Nothing more than two outfits that he had received from Makarov. Black trousers, combat boots, a black t-shirt and a dark red jacket. However, as he looked to the side, as he turned, he blinked at the sight of his broken wand in the middle of the small desk. Even though it was now just pieces that he had put together somewhat, almost like a puzzle, he didn't want to throw them away. He had a kind of fondness for the destroyed thing. He didn't want to part with it, especially since it helped him remember, very slowly, but it worked.

In fact, the very feather that helped him to be able to use Take Over, now looked dull, but it had been used to create an earring, which he could now wear on his left ear. The two things, seemed to be special. Harry looked at his hand, with a small frown. "Avada—" his words stopped abruptly, producing a small cough. That was strange. He felt a disgusting shiver running down his spine. An instinct. An almost physiological rejection of the word that could unleash a death ray.

Shaking his head a little, he decided to go out. Fairy Tail might not be open yet, but he had promised Elfman that he would run with him in the morning. As he walked down the street, next to one of the rivers that ran through the city, he felt calmer. If you put aside all the noise the fairies made, Magnolia was a rather peaceful place. It was perfect for a retreat, but only if Fairy Tail didn't exist in the same place. Harry had already heard about the damage they could cause on their missions, or when they fought for the city, although the latter wasn't very often. In fact, Makarov was so worried that he hugged Harry when he returned from Kunugi, announcing that they had completed the job without a single damage caused.

Arriving at the guild, he took a seat on the floor, waiting for Elfman. He could see a couple of people already awake, walking in front of the building, whom he waved at with one hand. It was this tranquility that made him think about many things. But mostly, the sensations that were turning into a kind of instinct, due to his memories slowly coming back. It was like he had a little person inside his head, saying things like: Yeah, that's okay. Or: hey, don't do that. There was also the frequent: careful. He couldn't help but feel that he was a little weird.

At least he was making some friends, was what was going through his head as well. Everyone had been extremely kind about welcoming him as a member of the guild. No one had complained. No one asked him about his life before he arrived. They just opened their arms and partied with him, as if they had been lifelong friends.

"Hey!", after half an hour, Elfman appeared with a smile. "Sorry, did you wait long?"

"Don't worry," Harry stood up. "I woke up too early and had nothing else to do. Where do we run?"

"All over the city, man!", the big boy, shouted excitedly. "You didn't know? A well-trained body makes magic stronger."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Magic is also linked to life energy."

"Oh... that's good to know. Let's go!"

The two of them advanced down the street, jogging non-stop until they had to turn to the side, where they disappeared from the sight of anyone who might be on said street. At that moment, Harry never imagined that, after touring the city in the form of training, he would end up running headlong into trouble. But now, he simply enjoyed the morning breeze with Elfman, who kept talking about many things.

The sun continued to rise in the sky, awakening the members of Fairy Tail. However, the one who would cause the first disturbances was a person who had not been seen in days. A figure who was being accompanied by a small blue animal with white wings on its back.

Baam!

With a loud bang, the doors to Fairy Tail swung open. There, with one leg raised and a huge toothy grin, was Natsu Dragneel, considered to be one of the most unruly, as well as one of the strongest mages, with the exception of those in the S-Class.

"Hey, Natsu! How was that mission?!"

"Bastard!" Natsu roared before planting his foot in the face of the person speaking to him. "This is the second time you've given me false information, Krov!"

"Agh! Fuck you, Natsu! I only told you what I heard! I mentioned they were rumors!" As he stood up and rubbed his nose, Krov snorted. "You were the one who decided to run away without asking questions."

"Idiot!"

"Says the biggest idiot there is!"

The animal, named Happy, simply ignored his best friend and walked over to the bar, where he took a seat and raised his small paw. "Look~! A fish!" His adorable, cat-like form wouldn't be extravagant if it weren't for his wings or ability to talk.

"Sure. They didn't destroy many things, did they?"

"Natsu did burn down a church wall a bit, but nothing else."

"Nothing else? That's enough, Happy!" Makarov growled, jumping up to get to the counter. "Natsu, you brat! You have to pay for what you did!"

"But I already gave them money, grandpa!" Natsu frowned, but walked over while twitching his nose, sniffing like a dog. "Hey, it smells a little... good? What did you do?! I want that food too!"

"Nothing?" Macao, who walked over with his hands in his pockets, replied doubtfully. "Ah, wait. We got a new member a few days ago. Is that it? But it didn't smell good, right? It was... neutral."

"No! It definitely smells like food!"

"You're crazy..."

"Aye~."

"Happy, don't support him," Natsu crossed his arms before taking a seat at the counter, holding up a finger. "Here, give me some meat."

"Sure."

"As expected of the flame brain," someone walked over, not realizing he was pulling his shirt off. "All you think about, is fighting and food. Nasty bastard."

"Gray..."

"When did you get here?" Macao asked curiously.

"Last night," the black-haired boy replied, pulling out his pants. "I decided to rest at home and come over today. It seems I miscalculated, I was hoping not to run into the idiot."

"Fuck you, pervert!"

"I'm not a... !"

"You're naked, Gray," Makarov commented in a voice filled with exasperation.

"What the...?! Ah, shit!" Grabbing his clothes, he ran out to the back. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but that was due to Natsu's loud laughter, who kept mocking him.

Makarov sighed a little before shifting his eyes, glancing sideways at Natsu. "Brat, what are you going to do now? Since you're done with what you wanted to do..."

"Of course, train! And then go on another mission!"

"Don't push yourself too hard. If you get hurt, you'll have to rest. Some of your fame might be taken away from you, boy."

"What do you mean? Fame? Since when do I have fame?"

"You..."

"Master, don't say more," Happy shook his head. "You're not even aware. You should already know Natsu. Besides fighting, everything else fades away inside your mind."

"Liar. You guys are too annoying!" Natsu yelled, literally spitting flames from his mouth. "I'm going to go train right now! Happy, let's go!"

"I don't want to. I'm getting tired."

"You... traitor..."

"Aye~".

Clicking his tongue, the boy ran off at full speed, kicking up dust behind him. Mira, on the other hand, stared at the table. "He didn't even touch her meat. If he wasn't so adorable, I would have punched him a little."

She was fully aware that her words made everyone around her sweat, but that was just one more reason to say such a thing. And while the smile she always used was very sweet, one who knew her well would know that said smile hid a much darker side, to put it one way. Makarov even felt a chill creep up his spine.

. . . .

Part 2.

It was already afternoon, with the sun steadily descending, causing a certain level of darkness. On Mount Hakobe, located north of Magnolia, several kilometers away, Harry stood with his back pointed towards Elfman's. They were both surrounded by ape-like creatures over two meters tall, with white fur.

"Man!"

"Ugly men! They don't like men!"

"Men!"

"Don't imitate them!" Harry shouted with some irritation upon hearing Elfman. "I should have stopped you, damn it."

"Don't be a coward, Harry!" Elfman smiled, transforming his legs into what looked like a cheetah, but among all that fur, there were scales, indicating that this was not a normal animal. His arms, in turn, changed into a different beast. "Iron Bull!" was its name, from the user's words.

"Can you do it with two at the same time?"

"It's more complicated and will use more magic power, but this is better. These legs will give me more speed," Elfman had become more serious. "Ah, right, don't let them catch you. They're creatures that can also use Take Over, but they'll use your body to do perverted things. For some reason, they really like human women."

"Disgusting."

"You disgusting!" one of the Vulcans shouted angrily.

"Woman, sweetheart!" a second shouted.

"Tits, sweetheart!"

"Ass!"

Harry shivered a little as he took a step back. "H- Hey, did they just... ?"

Harry shivered a little as he took a step back. "H- Hey, did they just... ?"

"... yeah..." Elfman was just as shocked.

"Is it okay if I destroy them? I don't like them."

"They're beasts, Harry! No one will complain if you kill them! Uh... not unless you make their species extinct or endangered."

Harry snorted before flames exploded from his chest. His hair danced softly, caressed by the crimson flames. His arms were transformed, and a pair of wings emerged from the top of his back.

This was the first time he would truly fight with everything he had. More than a possible death, he found it far worse to have his body used for such depraved purposes. He was a boy. He liked women, but the way the Vulcans seemed to think was just... not good.

"Man, die!" The first one jumped forward, slamming his hands on the ground, raising the snow from the mountain. Where they were, was a very high part, full of icy caverns. The snow fell constantly and non-stop from the cloudy sky. Both wizards were almost at the edge of the path. If they were pushed, they would fall. Because of that, Harry decided to take the initiative and open up more space. With his wings flapping, he advanced at a faster speed than the approaching Vulcan. His right fist clenched, spinning the crimson flames to the point where they began to turn white due to their temperatures.

He himself was surprised when his fist pushed the Vulcan's fist, until he could not resist any longer and folded inwards. The flames along with the fist, hit the chest of the magical creature, sending it flying into the cavern. It was then that Elfman moved at full speed. His figure almost seemed to slide an inch above the ground due to the power exerted by his transformed legs. With his Iron Bull fist, he crushed the skull of another Vulcan, then crouched down a little to squeeze one of its legs and spin. A little blood splashed from the Vulcan's head, until it flew out, pushing another one away.

Harry, who had gotten closer to the cavern, saw this. With a strong kick, he knocked out the two Vulcans who had moved to the side, stuck together. The two were immediately pushed off the ledge, tumbling down the side of the mountain, spinning endlessly as the snow covered them somewhat.

"Man! Uh uh uh oh!"

"MAN!!" the rest, a total of five, shouted while jumping around slightly.

"What... are you doing?" Harry frowned, as they weren't attacking him anymore. "Hey, Elfman, what... !" Blinking, he realized his partner had jumped over the ledge, sliding down the side of the mountain. He was totally baffled by Elfman's decision, but soon understood. Noises came from all around, screaming non-stop.

"MAN!!" "MAN!!" "MAN!!" "MAN!!" "MAN!!"

"MAN!!" "MAN!!"

"MAN!!"

Dozens of Vulcans appeared, running along the top of the outer walls of the mountain. Others, came from below, but further behind his position. One more group, from further ahead. It was like a damn swarm that didn't stop. Harry's left eyelid twitched nonstop. "That idiot left me," gritting his teeth, he decided it was best to fight with everything he had.

Could he escape? Of course, he simply needed to use his wings to lift himself up and get away. However, he didn't want to. The fact that these beasts could transform into humans to kidnap or do things with women, he didn't like at all. If they would just look, it would be a different thing. Many people looked at women, some in a more perverted way than others, but it was nothing more than that. They did nothing more!

Shaking his hands a little, the crimson flames exploded at double the intensity. His golden eyes looked at the Vulcans with hard, cold eyes. They were a total contrast to the fire he could summon and manipulate.

His wings seemed to flicker, as if they were about to go out, but the reality is that it only happened because they ended up increasing in intensity. The power generated by the flame explosion propelled Harry with tremendous force and speed. His fist resembled a small comet with the trail it left behind.

"Go to hell, you idiotic monkey face!"

"Ahhh!" the Vulcan who received the punch screamed as he flew, pushing others, who stumbled to the sides.

"Man! Kill!"

"Ugly!"

"Fool!"

"Bad man!"

A vein bulged on Harry's forehead. "You bastards..." it was incredibly irritating to have these things insult him like that. And worse, they themselves knew it! Their big smiles that showed their teeth were clear evidence. Inhaling slowly, Harry managed to calm himself down to continue fighting.

"Jump! Grab him!"

One screamed, causing everyone to move, almost at the same time. Tall bodies of over two meters, with long arms with quite high physical strength. They all wanted to corner Harry; to crush him with the combined weight of all their bodies. And then beat him until they could keep him in their caverns!

Small sparks began to shoot out from Harry's wings. Sparks that ignited into finger-sized spheres. The process of growing into a full golf-ball-sized sphere happened in an instant. A mere blink of an eye where everything exploded, releasing extremely hot flames that melted the snow and rock of the mountain.

"Aahh!"

"Woah!"

The Vulcans screamed in pain, their fur singed. On some parts of their bodies, especially those in the front, there were dark burns on their skin. Blood dripped from their wounds and they rolled on the ground in pain. Seeing this, Harry frowned, thinking that perhaps he had gone too far. True, he didn't like them, but they were on Mount Hakobe. Who came to this place? Only wizards. These things were not brought into the cities or towns by the wizards themselves or the knights of the kingdom stationed in different places.

"Coward! Fist, fight!"

"Foot, fight!"

"Fool coward!"

"Ugly coward! Ugly idiot!"

"Small! Small!", among all of them, one began to use that word while laughing and clapping. "Small! Ugly and small! Small, everything!"

Harry almost rolled his eyes at all the mockery. But, in the end, he shook his head. "I'm out of here. If I see you guys around, I'll crush you boys."

"Coward!", they shouted together when they saw him rise with his wings. "Member! "Little one!"

Harry, hearing that last bit, nearly fell from the air. His figure staggered diagonally towards the ground, until he stopped and looked back. Huffing, he pointed a finger to shoot out some fire. A small sphere expanded into a full fireball that shot out and created an explosion.

"Ahhh!!" many screamed as they fell off the ledge, but Harry ignored them completely. "Idiots," he muttered in irritation.

. . . .

Part 3.

"Hey, Harry... I'm sorry back there."

Frowning, he stopped in the middle of the street, turning his head to look at Elfman. "You called me a coward, but you were the first to run away," his expression turned filled with annoyance. "I wouldn't have cared if they were something else, but you told me about the danger of those things."

Elfman ran a hand through his hair, sighing and lowering his head after watching Harry walk towards the guild. He didn't hate the big boy, far from it. But what he did, was something quite annoying and dangerous. "If I had been weaker, then I really could have been in danger. Think about that."

However, when they arrived at the guild, he was met with something he would come to consider worse with a group of Vulcans. "FOOD!! Fight me!" a salmon pink haired boy jumped out with a fist surrounded in flames. Blinking, Harry immediately stepped aside, but was startled to see the ground sinking and splinters flying near him.

"Be careful, that's dangerous. Plus, you're destroying the guild."

"Fight!" Natsu punched again. And for some strange reason, Harry felt the urge to stand still. Yes, stand his ground and take the punch. Actually, he did just that. He was pushed back several steps, stumbling a bit, but the flames began to be absorbed by his body, until only a little bit of smoke remained.

"Uh?"

"Oh...", Harry looked at his chest and stroked himself. The force of the fist, hurt a little. But he could barely feel the flames. Besides, what he felt, was it pride? Something inside him, made him feel that way. He didn't understand it. It was even more inexplicable than the things his suppressed memories generated.

"He took it...", someone commented in surprise.

"No, did you see that?! Natsu's flames didn't even make a scratch on him."

Harry looked around, drinking in everyone's surprise, but he was curious. "Your flames... are special?" he asked.

"I'm a Dragon Slayer!" Natsu smiled excitedly. "I use ancient magic! Magic to kill fire dragons!"

"What?! That sounds cool! I didn't know dragons existed!" Harry tilted his head. "No, wait...", frowning, he began to remember something. Several dragons, locked in huge cages and being put to sleep by wizards. Then, a dragon in front of him, opening its mouth to shoot out a large amount of fire. "Uhm... I think I fought one? It was big, and quite angry...."

"Are you... serious?" Natsu lost some of his spirit. His eyes were wide as he walked over and squeezed Harry's shoulders. "What was it like?! Did it have red scales?! Was it called Igneel?!"

"I'm sorry, I don't know," Harry sighed. "I have amnesia, so I can't remember a lot of things. But... was it in some kind of arena? I think there were a lot of people cheering from the sides too. Ah, no, it wasn't red. Brown? Dark? Sorry..."

"Ah... no... me too," Natsu slumped his shoulders. But then he raised his head. "Fight me!"

"Your mood changes quickly. And no, I don't want to."

"Why?!"

"I just fought a group of Vulcans on Mount Hakobe."

"Brat!" Makarov shouted angrily. "What were you doing up there?!"

"Tell Elfman! He led me then ran away!" Harry retorted, a little angrily, causing the big boy to flinch. Everyone looked at him, trying to hide behind the bar. Except for his sister, no one had noticed him move.

"Elfman..." a terrifying whisper reached the guy's ears.

"H- Sis, I swear I didn't mean to leave him behind!" Raising his hands, he tried to excuse himself. "Seriously! I thought he would jump with me down the mountain!"

"Sorry for doubting that."

"You have wings!"

"And that doesn't mean I should jump from great heights!"

"Aye~ sir!" Happy appeared, flying in circles above Harry's head, until he landed in the middle of it and raised one of his small legs. "Falling from great heights, it's terrifying. Natsu makes me all the time!"

Natsu looked at him with shining eyes. "You have wings?"

Mira frowned. "We'll talk later. For now, I hope you can forgive him, Harry."

Waving his hand dismissively, Harry decided to take a seat at a nearby table. "Don't worry. More than being left behind, I'm upset about what would have happened if I couldn't defend myself. By the way, where's Levy? I wanted to talk to her."

"Oh?" Mira wiggled her eyebrows. "Are you... feeling interested yet?"

"What?" Harry didn't understand, until two seconds later. "Ah, no, not like that."

"Boring!"

"Don't have fun like that with the others!" Harry gasped and placed his head in his hands. "Oh god, why am I yelling so much?"

Happy slapped his back. "That's the Fairy Tail effect. Within a few days, you'll be fighting anyone in here, just because they ran into your shoulder."

As if it had been dictated by fate, Gray arrived at that moment, fully dressed. "Hm?", looking at Harry, he walked over, pushing Natsu with his right shoulder. "Are you the new one? You look good. I'm Gray Fullbuster, a pleasure."

"Don't push me, you bastard!", a fist sent him flying, lifting tables and chairs everywhere.

"See?", Happy laughed, using his hands to hide his smile. "It always happens."

Before the two could continue their fight, two huge hands squeezed their bodies. Makarov had used his magic, making his two upper limbs grow. And with a great show of strength, he sent them flying upwards. The roof gave way, dropping splinters and pieces of wood, but the two wizards were gone.

"I won't fix that!" a girl with glasses shouted angrily.

Macao, the grown man, one of the ones who actually had the age, experience, and demeanor of an adult in Fairy Tail, put his arm over Harry's shoulder. "So... what about Levy?" Or maybe, he was just some kind of pervert.

"It's not that," sighing, Harry placed his hand on her cheek. "She explains things well, so I wanted to ask her about how to control magic better."

"Wow, it was just that. How boring."

"Hey..."

"But if you want, I can help you. I also use fire-attribute magic."

"Really?"

"Yes. What exactly do you want to do?"

"Like I said, control. Something like... manipulating and creating shapes with fire? I was surrounded by those Vulcans, so I could only blow things up. I thought of... creating a shield?"

"Interesting," Macao raised a finger, shooting a flame towards his beer mug on another table. To Harry's surprise, the fire ended with a hand-shaped end, which then retracted, drawing the beer-filled object in, not wasting a single drop. "Although my Purple Flame, it's a bit different than normal fire. Anyway, if you want to create shapes, you just have to start with very basic things, like a line. It doesn't matter if it's incredibly wide, just adjust from there, little by little."

"A line?" Raising his left hand, it underwent a transformation. The phoenix arm, as he has begun to call it in his mind. His index finger, with a flaming golden claw, created a small flame above it. Then, as if spitting more fire, tiny tongues began to run up and down, slowly thinning the fire. Harry squinted a little, concentrating fully on his task. Little by little, a needle began to form. That was the first, number one idea that came to his mind. Form a needle with fire. Due to the continuous concentration in a small space, the temperature increased, turning his flame from a golden crimson color to a white one.

"Great!" Macao exclaimed. "Try it!"

Harry smiled, excited to see a single needle of fire floating on his finger. With a movement, he reached out his hand. But a shockwave lifted his hair. Some chairs fell, others flew, and several wizards screamed in fear.

Harry went absolutely pale when a loud crack echoed throughout the place. A five meter diameter hole had been created in the wall, only for the needle to end up exploding in the courtyard, in a hot sphere.

"Ha... ".

"Great!", Natsu shouted excitedly to face that.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", Macao roared with laughter as he slammed the table.

"Hey, kid...", Makarov slowly approached.

"I'll pay for it, I promise!", Harry shouted in frustration. He really wasn't able to comprehend all the power he was capable of unleashing. He didn't even feel tired after doing such a thing.

Makarov shook his head before sighing. "You better, brat. I don't want any more destruction... inside the guild... or outside... or... anywhere, really."

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Chapter 5: A New Job

Harry needed to pay for the repairs to the wall he had destroyed. The next day, that hole was still there. Master Makarov said, "It will stay like that until you pay me back, brat. Let that be a lesson. Learn to feel your own magic power better! Control it!"

So, with all the seriousness he could muster, he took a job so he could get the money he needed. This time, he had to go all in alone. Levy was on a job with her team, which consisted of, of course, her and two other wizards: Jet and Droy. Considering his newfound destructive ability, he decided it was best to go for jobs that needed something like that. The less trouble from explosions and destruction, the better for him.

However, the day before, he had walked around the city, looking for magic shops that had books. Knowledge to better control magic power! He still didn't know a lot of things, so while he was traveling by train to his destination, he settled down to read quietly.

The first thing he found in the book was a percentage of the number of magicians that seemed to exist. Or at least, a few years ago. It said that, among the world's population, only ten percent were capable of using magic. That sounded like very little, but if the number of the population was in the billions, then not so much. You would think that it would be more, but many cities had, at least, a guild. That made people always be in contact with magic, in one way or another.

After that little introduction, the book called: "Introduction to Magic", talked about how someone could start on the path of magic.

First of all, one needed to know that magic is the physical embodiment of the spirit. When the physical spirit of an organism connects with the spiritual flow of nature, the spirit forms Magic as a product of the connection. Although Magic goes beyond reason, it is still born from reason and requires concentration and mental skill to use it.

Some thought that feelings played a major role in the use of magic, depending on each individual. Some were better affected by love and friendship, others by hatred and frustration. Others thought that yes, that was true, but it also required a great deal of faith. Only by having faith in the existence of magic, one's own power, and faith that they live with nature, is it possible to use the thing called magic.

Next, was Magic Power:

To use magic, one must use the magic power in their body, which is composed of Ethernano, the source of magic power for all magicians. Every magician has a container of Ethernano within their body that determines the limits of their magic power. In the event that it is emptied, Ethernano will come from the atmosphere and enter the magician's body, and after a while, their magic power will return to normal.

But what exactly is Ethernano?

Another name for it was: Magic Particle. It inhabits all living organisms, on Earth, and throughout the atmosphere. But, so far, no one knows how or where it originated. To obtain Ethernano, wizards in training must undergo intense meditation as the most effective means of absorbing it from the air around them. By training their own nervous system and wisdom for magic, they thus become a vessel for magical power.

Through intense meditation, wizards train their own nervous system and wisdom for magic, where the former becomes a vessel for magical power by absorbing Ethernano from the air, as well as a way to increase it, by attempting to feel the earth, the wind, its energy through their skin, and breathing deeply enough to be one with nature. Wizards then materialize the magic within themselves and release it.

"Hmm," Harry looked up slightly. "Is that why I was able to awaken Take Over? Because of the connection that was created between the atmosphere, my magic power, and the phoenix feather? It sounds interesting, but also somewhat complicated."

"I wonder if it's possible to measure magic power."

According to the book "Introduction to Magic," magic power is quantifiable, with Edea being the unit of measurement to do so. There are magic meters, to quantify the power of an attack. But it was also possible with other methods. Although, with training, in a more instinctive way, a magician could use his magic sense to sense other people, even to a point of being able to measure their magic power. Maybe not exactly, but to say: this person is strong.

But, the most interesting thing, were the following pages:

Although a magician can meditate to increase his magic power, it does not mean that it is the only method. One must also take into account the body of each individual, as well as the type of magic he uses.

Below are some methods to increase magic power.

Mimicry:

Although it is one of the most effective currently, it is chosen by very few others. Taking into account that the Ethernano is a particle that exists in living beings, the earth and the atmosphere, through studies, it has been concluded that the Ethernano can vary to the point of having a higher concentration of attributes, depending on the area. This means that a volcanic area or a desert will have higher concentrations of "fire/heat". So, mimicry is a way to find harmony with the elemental attributes that a person's magic possesses. And the reason it is so rarely chosen is due to its difficulty. A higher concentration of Ethernano can cause problems in living organisms, to the point where, if too much is absorbed and constantly, an anti-ethernano tumor can form inside the body. On the other hand, there is the difficulty of control, since it is possible to lose control of the magical power due to the large influx of these particles.

Training through physical exhaustion:

Not many have a good enough concentration capacity to be able to use meditation. Various investigations carried out by the Magic Council have determined that the constant use of magic, combined with physical exercise, helps to increase magical power. When the Ethernano reaches a minimum point inside one, the body itself will automatically absorb more from the outside, slowly filling the container. This process, in a slower way, tends to expand the capacities. It is something similar to when you exercise a muscle constantly: it will become increasingly stronger, voluminous and resistant.

Magical wisdom:

This is a process that is achieved through meditation, but also through good learning. Understanding the way a type of magic works can unlock the ability for new methods of use, but also access to new magics that were not possible before. An example would be a mage who uses sand magic. With enough learning, he could use earth magic. Or one who uses fire can learn other types of the same magic, but with new properties, such as a sticky fire, a cold one, one capable of healing, or even something stranger like a flame that has a different smell. A new magic means a little more magical power.

Magic Operation (Beware):

While it is not recommended, on some occasions, a mage may need a surgical and magical intervention in order to continue using magic. Be careful with this, as it can be very dangerous. Other people have even implanted lacrimas with a specific type of magic. The more powerful the magic contained in the lacrima is, the more magical power can be obtained, but also, the danger increases. Death is possible with this method, be very careful.

. . . .

Part 2.

After getting off the train at a station northwest of Magnolia and walking for a couple of hours, Harry arrived at Tuly Town. There, he was greeted by the town's mayor, a fifty-year-old man named Alan.

"Thank you very much for coming," the mayor greeted him with a handshake. "As you can see, we are not that many people or magic users. We cannot adequately defend ourselves from these thugs."

Shaking Alan's hand a little, Harry nodded seriously. "I will do everything I can to help them. Can you tell me a little more about these thieves?"

"Yes... yes... Of course," taking a seat on one of the fences, Alan explained that, a few weeks ago, a group of people had settled about ten minutes from the town. Whether they were part of a guild, a mafia family, or simply a group of organized thieves, they did not know. But since that very night, each of the inhabitants has lost something of value.

Harry hummed a little. "No offense, but are you sure someone in the village isn't responsible?"

"If that were the case, we would have found out," Alan extended his hand slightly and pointed. "There are only a couple dozen houses here, you know? We know every family from babies to grandparents. Besides, no one would ever get anywhere with it. I think these thieves just saw us as an easy target to take a few things."

"Isn't there anything of extreme value?"

"No..." Alan frowned before looking up and looking back. "Well, there's that. The clock tower." Harry had seen it before entering the village. Right in the center, on a small hill, stands a rather nice clock tower. It could be the pride of these villagers.

"Fine," Harry stretched his arms a little with pleasure. "I'll stay and keep watch around here, Mr. Alan. You guys can do your thing, as usual. Can I go up the tower? I'll have a better view from up there."

"Sure. I'll open the door for you. Don't you need anything else?"

"Not really. Oh, no, wait. Do you happen to have binoculars?"

"I don't have anything like that, since we don't need it. But I do have a rifle, if you want it. It's got a pretty cool telescopic sight." The man seemed a little proud of his weapon. Harry decided to accept that, since it would serve his purpose. After a few moments, as they opened the door to the tower, when he already had the rifle in his hands, Alan decided to speak. "Don't worry too much if you need to shoot. Uh... just don't kill them, I don't think that would be the right thing to do."

"I never had those intentions."

"Anyway," Alan nodded at Harry's comforting words. "The Rifle has been created with a bit of magic, so while it shoots normal bullets, it doesn't have too much recoil. Plus, you can adjust the distance with the wheel on top."

"Understood," Harry smiled a little. "I feel like a hunter of sorts," he joked a little. "Do they appear during the day? Only at night?"

"Night," Alan frowned before growling a little. "I don't even understand how they don't make noise, but there's always something that's missing when we wake up. A wedding ring from Mrs. Rose, a necklace from Mr. Brian, and so on with various other things. It's quite frustrating, because a lot of those things, they've been passed down from father to son, for a couple of generations."

Just as he was about to continue up the steps, Harry stopped and looked at his employer. "If you need anything. If something important happens, you can either yell at me or come here. I'll help you in any way possible."

"Thank you... It's good to have a reliable wizard."

Smiling, he continued on his way, up the spiral stairs that led to a room with many windows around it. They had no glass or frame, just made as part of the construction. Lifting his head, he noticed the bell next to two clocks, one pointing north and the other south.

"Oh, good luck," Harry walked over to a chair that was there. With one hand, he picked it up and placed it near one of the windows, to look more comfortably. Looking at the landscape he could see, he couldn't help but feel amazed and, at the same time, lucky to be able to live in the world. Clear sky, white clouds that moved very slowly and peacefully; large mountains in the distance that seemed to caress those same white spots, green-stained hills and grey roads; the breeze of the wind and the sound of the trees rustling through it, which almost became a relaxing melody that induced sleep.

He lifted his legs, placed them on the window and leaned back a little, to look at the sky for a while. Of course, he couldn't put his work aside, so every few minutes, he moved his eyes down to the town.

Time passed slowly, but thanks to all the quality of the landscape, Harry never got bored. Every so often he would get up from his chair and walk in circles, passing by the windows, watching for any strange movement. More than any of the inhabitants, he was wary of any figure that might enter the town.

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Part 2.

As the sky was illuminated only by the moon and stars, all the inhabitants of the Tuly village were lying in their beds, trying to rest and not think about the thieves who could infiltrate their homes, every day.

"Fools," a woman snorted as her figure manifested near a house. When she appeared, as if it were an illusion, three men followed suit an instant later. "Jon, to the right. Timothy, to the left. Dean, in front. I'll keep an eye on everything from here. Don't do anything stupid, boys."

The woman narrowed her eyes as a group of shadows began to rise from the ground, slowly enveloping her body. However, before she could disappear, she heard a loud noise. "W-What?" As she turned her head, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. And above the tower, where her eyes had reached, she could see a pair of wings of fire that shone in the darkness of the night.

"Shit! They hired a wizard!" With one knee on the ground, she tried to use her magic. But with the pain she was feeling, it was hard to concentrate properly. It was made worse by the thought that there was a wizard who could capture them. The shadows kept flickering and descending, only for them to rise an inch and retreat two.

Timothy, Jon, and Dean, stood paralyzed upon hearing the woman's words, but above all, by the lights that began to turn on in all the houses. That shot had awakened those who had fallen into the arms of a good sleep, and alerted those who remained awake, waiting for someone to enter their houses.

A second shot echoed through the town, causing one of the thieves to grunt and fall to the ground, on his side. His right leg had been pierced by a bullet. At that moment, the other two men ran at full speed, just in time, as Harry had shot out of the window, pushing the woman to the ground, holding her head with one hand, firmly against the ground.

"If you think... I'll tell you something...", the woman, through her pain, spoke with clear anger.

"No. I don't really care about that," Harry sighed a little. "I wasn't hired to find the location of your group, nor to unravel their possible identities. The job is to stop them. Now that two of you have been injured and captured, the rest will surely not be coming back here, especially when the Magic Knights and Margaret's Knights find out about all this."

Harry could be a little absent-minded and sometimes a little foolish. But when it came to doing quite serious things, he had to think a little. That's why, before taking the job, he asked Master Makarov many questions. About the order of the knights of Fiore, both magical and normal. Thanks to that, he had received a small lacrima to be able to contact them. As he said, his goal was not to find their hideout or unravel their identities. The mission was to stop what they were doing.

This woman was capable of using shadow magic that hid her and, possibly, could teleport her from one place to another. That's why Harry decided to charge straight at her, leaving the others aside. The second shot was a warning, both for the thieves and the villagers, but above all, a measure in case the woman escaped and, in that way, had one of the thieves captured.

"Harry!" Alan's voice came. He was accompanied by several villagers, some holding lanterns to ward off the darkness of the night. "Shit..." he muttered as he saw two of the thieves, wounded and on the ground. "Guys, take the other one!"

The woman kept her teeth clenched, feeling a little dizzy from the loss of blood. "Y-You…", she wanted to say something, to insult and curse the wizard who had managed to take her by surprise. She had been too greedy, she thought, as one of her last thoughts. They should have left days ago, but she decided to continue stealing before returning to her base.

But then, Harry moved her and placed his flaming hand on the wound. The woman inhaled sharply before screaming in pain. "Don't scream too much. You won't have a scar," Harry snorted before looking at Alan. "I have a lacrima with me. I'll call the Rune Knights to come as quickly as possible."

"Uh… uh… Yes! Thank you!"

Harry nodded before reaching his other hand into his jacket, taking out a crystal sphere. Putting some of his magic power into it, a voice came immediately. "This is the Clover Rune Knights headquarters, who's speaking?"

"Harry, Fairy Tail mage. Is it possible to send your knights to Tuly Village? I've been hired to defeat a group of thieves, but their leader is a shadow magic user. I have her captured right now."

"Tuly Village... Fairy Tail... ? Wait, nothing has been destroyed?"

Harry sweat dropped slightly at the question. "N-No... everything is under control, but I want the villagers to feel more at ease. Also, I don't know if there are other mages in the base nearby. In case the two who escaped call their companions, I would like some support."

"Okay! I understand, we will create a gate within two minutes. Please be alert and make sure there is no one around five meters around you."

"Understood," Harry looked at Alan and the others, who immediately backed away, but without letting go of the thief who was crying in pain and was dragged away. A trail of blood was left on the ground, but he didn't seem to be in danger of dying. The woman, on the other hand, had fainted from the pain of having her wound healed by the flames.

Everyone stood expectantly, until a magic circle suddenly emerged from the ground. It was filled with glowing runes and some glyphs, spinning slowly and non-stop. There, right in the center, a kind of portal emerged. It was light blue, like a hole with a central vortex, but it wasn't absorbing anything. A man in armor and a white tabard came to observe everything. "It's true... nothing destroyed."

"Hey!" Harry felt somewhat irritated. "I understand what you mean, but I'm new, okay?"

"Oh, that explains it... I mean, well done!" the man moved forward, waving his hand. His companions immediately rushed forward, taking magic-suppressing shackles to place on their hands and legs.

The Rune Knights were a version of knights, but they didn't serve the Kingdom of Fiore, but the Magic Council. Their responsibilities and jobs were similar. However, they were more driven by things related to magic. According to Makarov, in terms of physical combat, they were weaker than the Fiore Knights, but they were very good with magic specialized in restraint and protection.

"My name is Favius, from Clover City. I am a Rune Knight Captain. Harry, Fairy Tail mage, I thank you for letting us know and keeping the villagers' protection in mind. Do you need anything else from us?"

Harry thought about it for a bit before nodding. "I can fly. Would you please wait a little longer? I'd like to check out the surroundings, in case they haven't gone too far. And in case I can discover their current base."

"Hm... Not a bad idea. Fine, we'll wait for you around here."

"Thank you," Harry stood up and summoned his wings again. They flapped, raising some dust, and he shot off into the sky. From above, he tried to find the two thieves who had escaped. He descended lower and lower, circling the village and getting further and further away. Alan had said that the robbers were about ten minutes away. Or so he thought, because Harry couldn't find a single clue. There were no caves, no camps, no hiding places among trees and bushes, nothing at all.

Actually, that was a little odd, but there was nothing he could do. If there was just one more wizard who could use that shadow magic, then they might have already escaped far enough. Turning back while sighing, he landed before shaking his head. "I couldn't find anything, sorry."

"Don't be too depressed," Favius shook his head, pointing towards the captured men. "Even if they don't want to talk, we have magical methods to make them answer our questions. You can leave the rest to us. And for you, Mayor Alan, I'll leave a small lacrima so you can contact him and inform him of the outcome of the investigations. Also, you could use it in the future, to call us if you find more criminals around the village."

"O- Oh... Thank you very much!" Alan walked over to shake the hand of the Captain of the Rune Knights squad. The rest of the villagers also celebrated, relieved that everything had been solved in a matter of a day. "You too, Harry! Thank you very much!"

"I'm glad everything turned out well," Harry smiled and shrugged. "Can I stay in the tower until dawn? I'd like to get some rest."

"Of course. It's the least we can do for your help."

After they talked a little more, Favius and Harry said goodbye, thanking each other for what they had done. But the new member of Fairy Tail still felt more and more amazed by his guild. The more he interacted with others who might have had a relationship with them, the more stupefied he became by the possible destruction they cause on their missions. How crazy can they be?!, he thought in surprise.

Shaking his head, he said goodbye to the villagers, who were going back to rest, now much calmer, while he climbed to the top of the tower, where he sat down, still with the rifle on his chest, and crossed his arms, to close his eyes and get some sleep.

He had done his part, so he deserved a little rest.

By the time he woke up, the sun had just begun to rise. He couldn't see it due to the mountains surrounding the entire area, but the orange color was visible from behind. Harry yawned, causing his eyes to close slightly, and a couple of tears to linger in the corners of his eyes.

"Ooo~aaah! Damn, that was actually a good dream," Harry smiled as he stood up from his chair, leaving the rifle leaning against the wall. Spreading his feet apart, he raised his arms above his head and stretched, feeling his bones crack a little. "I think I'm getting used to this life... Whatever I did before my amnesia, it seems to have been pretty stressful."

"Well, I guess I'll just go get my money."

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