Family | HP x FT

Chapter 1: Start

Harry James Potter was incredibly bored. He is currently sitting by the Gryffindor table. To others it may seem that he's working on his potions assignment, but he isn't.

Internally, it's a different story altogether.

People don't see it unless he wants them too, but he's speaking to three glowing butterfly-like entities through his mind. There was also the fact that he and the three entities were homesick.

This world may have been their home once upon a time, but the other world was more of a home. Harry missed the guild very much ever since he landed here on Earth. He missed his family. He missed the way the reason he was being gawked at was not for being the "Boy Who Lived" but as the proud son of Lucy Heartfilia.

He was Callisto Lilian Heartfilia before he was Harry James Potter, no matter what anyone says. His mother raised him despite being a child herself. The guild was more of a family than his house was.

Let it be known that he was not a violent person, but being around the team made his temper rise. Considering that a Natsu Dragneel babysits him more than anyone in the guild. That reason or he was actually obliviously hitting on his mom.

He might get a father soon. If they were still around.

Everyone except those who are on his side. He didn't enter his name on the damn goblet. Albus too many fucking name Dumbledore tried to convince him that it was for the better so they could catch the culprit. He told him no. He was tired of being put on the front line to be "tested". So he refuses and refuses until the old man sees reason and realizes that he broke his trust. Just because he fought on the First Task, doesn't mean he's cohorts with him. He just didn't want to lose his magic.

He was Lucy Heartfilia's son. That woman's son. He picked up a thing or two, hence the old man is working on rebuilding his trust before he could actually cooperate and talk with him.

The "grandfather" figure spot was already filled by Master Makarov Dreyar and Jude Heartfilia. Dumbledore has a long way to fill up the sixth spot. The third and fourth spot belongs to Macao and Wakaba. Gildarts already had the fifth(much to the distaste of the man).

The title of Uncle was bestowed to his Uncle Gray, Uncle Moony, and Uncle Padfoot. The battle for the top spot of his aunt was currently being fought on. Was. With the disappearance of Tenroujima, the guild was reduced to a lesser number in a matter of two years before he was pulled here when he was 10.

The incident with the Mirror of Erised during his first year made his longing even worse. He saw his family. Fairy Tail.

"It'll be alright, sweetie," A female voice comforted him.

"Your Mum's right," an older male voice spoke to him.

"The three of us would have disappeared the moment Lucy's dead, but we're still here, just have hope, okay?" A younger male voice said.

"I know.. I just miss everyone.." He sighed in his mind.

Everyone was doing their own thing when a bright light almost blinded them. When the light was over, they turned to the Head Table and saw several books.

[a/n: still undecided whether I should put the rest of the Harry Potter book or not.]

The professors, prefects, and head boys and girls had their wands out and pointing everywhere. The three butterfly-like creatures were circling him in worry. The door slammed open and that's where the wands are pointed at. The ones at the door were the Malfoys, the Weasleys, Remus with "Snuffles", Madam Bones, The Minister and his Undersecretary, Mad-eye Moody, Tonks and other Aurors in Madam Bones's jurisdiction.

"Ah, good day fellows, but why are you here?" The headmaster asked them.

"Why are we here? We got a letter saying we should be here. This is your school, you ought to know what was happening," Lucius Malfoy scoffed as everyone that arrived approached the Head Table and gave him a letter.

"So did we," the rest said and gave the letter. As soon as the headmaster had it in his hand, it flew and merged into one letter. The letter opened itself and read itself.

Good day Hecate's pet projects, or as you humans like to call yourselves, Wizards and Witches,

Harry's heart dropped, and he heard the three in his presence gasping in shock. Hecate's pet projects. There was one person who called them that.

"She likes to call people with magic as Hecate's pet project," His mother said.

The purebloods murmur among themselves for being called pet projects. But at least they didn't know who was the person who wrote that.

Nowadays I've been bored watching over you. With how dysfunctional you humans are, I have come to show you Harry James Potter's life before Hogwarts.

Why? I believe I have said that I was bored. Hence, you will hear his story from his point of view with these books. There are occasional portraits or videos. Nonetheless, they are the truth, and perhaps will show you the true meaning of family.

Sincerely,

Lady Creation

P.S time will stop as soon as the reading starts, it will begin once it's over.

Then comes the chaos. Harry watches in silence as the adults look over the books if it was the truth. He could hear from the Ravenclaw table that there was no such a thing as Lady Creation.

But alas, there is and she happens to be his mother's ancestors. And a sadistic psychopath.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore used a sonorous spell to quiet them down, "Now! I know everyone is confused about this entire thing. But to Mr. Potter, this is your life about to be exposed, are you willing to show us? At the cost of your guarded secret,"

"It's fine," He shrugged. He wanted to tell Ron and Hermione anyway, he just hadn't found the right time.

"Could you confirm if this so-called Lady Creation does exist, Mr. Potter?" Fudge asked.

"She does," He sighed, patting himself on the back for holding back a sneer at the stupid minister, "She's not a human, but I cannot just reveal who she is. Wait for the books to do that,"

"Alright then," Dumbledore cut her off before he say anything, "Everyone take a sit, we shall start momentarily,"

As soon as everyone has taken a seat. The book on top of the pile hovers upwards and opens its pages. The book shouted the title.

"PROLOGUE," Some are startled at how loud it was, "CHAPTER 1: CALLISTO LILIAN HEARTFILIA,"