The Legendarium's Darkest Tale (Harry Potter & Winx Club Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Harry James Potter, head of Auror office at the Ministry of Magic, sighed, holding his head in his hands. Here he was, suffocated with piles of paperwork and on top of it all, Lucius Malfoy was trying to slither out of charges again, and Mundungdus Fletcher had nothing better to do than to impersonate Voldemort in an alleyway, causing a Wizarding family to raise alarm everywhere. Didn't people have better things to do? He couldn't wait to get back home to Ginny and a glass of hot Butterbeer. Just as he was about to clear up for the day, a wispy-looking witch Apparated in front of him, shuddering with delight.

"Mr . . . Mr Potter, sir, ho-how very deli-delightful to meet you. I-I just wan-wanted to s-say thank you for-" she started, but Harry interrupted.

"Get on with it already!" he groaned. He knew he was being a prat, but he just couldn't deal with all the praises at the moment. 

"There was a Dementor discovered on a deserted island, off a deserted cliff. It seems to be outside Ministry control, and there have been reports of unusual magic around the area. We don't know what to do, sir." Her tone was suddenly icy and businesslike. Harry supposed he had offended her.

"Thank you for informing me, ma'am. I'll deal with it. What's the island called?" Harry sighed, resigned to his fate. He probably had to work overtime. He'll be sure to demand extra wages from Kingsley, he thought.   

"Its called Tir Nan Og Island." She replied, walking away with a nod.

Harry had never heard of this island. And unusual magic? He couldn't just stomp in there without knowing what was going on. He decided to pay a little visit to his source of information since he was eleven, Hermione Granger. Taking a pinch of Floo powder, he threw it into the flames and said clearly, "Weasley-Granger house!"

As the woozy, spinning sensation came to an end, Harry saw the backdrop of Ron's house made up of embers and flames. Suddenly, Ron came into view, a little Hugo in his arms, playing with his hair. 

"Hiya Harry, what's up, mate? You look pale. Are you coming down with something?" Ron asked casually.  

"Its nothing, I'm just tired. Is Hermione there? I need to talk to her for a bit."

"Sure. HERMIONE! HERMIONE!" Ron hollered. Hermione came into view, Summoning a chair for herself and Ron with a flick of her wand. 

"Stop shouting, Ron. You'll wake Rose up again, she's barely gone to sleep. How are you, Harry? You haven't been around for ages!" Hermione asked.

"Hermione, what do you know about Tir Nan Og Island?" Harry asked urgently.

"Tir Nan Og Island . . . Tir Nan Og island . . . I've heard of it somewhere. Hang on, let me just go and check . . . " Hermione muttered distractedly, running her fingers over a stack of books in the oversized bookshelf in the living room. "Aha!"

She took out a book called Magical Islands; their Histories and Mysteries and flipped through the pages until she found it. 

"Tir Nan Og island, known as the place of inhabitance of the Earth fairies, deserted for ages until recently, when they were freed and cleared of their names by the Winx fairies." Hermione read. 

"Fairies? Aren't they those tiny little things we have in the gardens? How do they live on a huge island?" Ron asked.

"These are a different kind of fairies. They're mostly like us, except they do really awesome wandless magic, and when they transform, they get wings. Some of the most well-known fairies are the Winx, which consist of seven fairies, about our age, who met in school and have been fighting the Dark Arts. Then there is also the Order of Light, but they disbanded a little while ago. Oh, I'd love to meet them all!" Hermione had stars in her eyes and a squeal in her voice.

"Why didn't we learn about them in school? In Care of Magical Creatures?" Harry asked, perplexed.

"That's the problem, isn't it? The Ministry considers them as creatures, instead of living beings. They, on the other hand, believe that all witches and wizards are evil. I really want to do something about it, but I can't do it in this department." Hermione replied.

"Why the sudden question, though?" Ron asked.

"There was a Dementor spotted on Tir Nan Og island, and it appears to be guarding something. I don't know if I should approach the fairies, they might  be afraid of me or something . . ." Harry replied.

"I think its alright for you to go and check them out, Harry. They're usually harmless unless provoked. They're mostly like you and I, I swear. I would love to come along but there's too much work here at the Ministry. You're gonna have to do this on your own." Hermione said worriedly.

"Good luck, mate!" Ron said enthusiastically. 

Harry nodded. Time to put himself in danger ONCE AGAIN with a bunch of fairies who apparently hated his guts, try and find out what this Dementor was doing at this island. What a life, he thought, running his finger over the lightning scar on forehead. In a few seconds, he Disapparated, landing on Tir Nan Og island. It seemed like a really pretty island, with white beaches and large castles. 

Without wasting a moment, Harry waved his wand, summoned up the memory of his last time with James and Albus, when they were both laughing at the smoke rings he was emitting from his wand, and cried, "Expecto Patronum!"

As he expected, the enormous stag he had nicknamed Prongs burst out of the tip of his wand, and led Harry into a chamber of the towering castle. Harry waited outside as Prongs pranced all around the room, and came out, but there were no Dementor remnants bursting out of the door. Curiously, he said, "Homonem  Revelio!"

The spell revealed that there were three people in the room. Deciding to take action, he pointed his wand at his throat and murmured, "Sonorus!" and said, his voice magically amplified, "Drop your wands and come out with your hands up!"

Lots of action here, enjoy!